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@aqukkasuk15
Hey, donât cry. Free online database of Japanese folk lore
Might I add, free database of mostly European folklore and myths
A Book of Creatures by @a-book-of-creatures doesn't update these days but is another thing along these lines, really huge, fully illustrated all by the author and cites all sources
sorry about my caretaker/mom friend personality, itâs just that Iâve only felt loved if I was also useful. Anyways howâre you doing? Let me know if you need anything!
There's a cool idea for some OCs in here somewhere...
Okay but now I am think about a telepath with ADHD who just reads other people's minds/hangs out in them because holy shit it is nice to not be thinking/hearing twenty million things at once.
YES
Also imagine them being a child and their neurotypical best friend or parent or sibling letting them "hide" in their head whenever they want and how deeply intimate of an experience that would be
Hello skinny tgirl. Lately you've been complaining that your tits aren't growing. In front of you is a plate of food.
Unironically my tits grow faster for a few days every time I eat salmon
I should probably cook more salmon
Well yes salmon does have some fat in it! And it is good! Try and eat it with some carbs, like potatoes, or maybe blinis. Why not add some vegetables as well? Steamed brocolis, grilled leaks, roasted eggplant, and maybe some cream? That sounds delicious.
Idk who this man is but he is right. Eat girls
commas save lives,,, rip girls, you were delicious,
Girls can be eaten many times if you know what youâre doing.
An âI can see when people will die displayed above their headsâ story but it is not the time of their death. Itâs the order.
Someone new has entered the party, because the gauzy 27 clinging to the tip of Salmon Man's cowlick has ticked up to 28. Salmon Man smooths his hair down and I wonder if he noticed me staring. Unlikely. He's too many cranberry mixers in and too deep into his dogecoin pitch to notice what I'm doing. I nod along. I'm happy for him, maybe. Or sad for whoever walked in. I'm not sure Salmon Man deserves the 28. He pets his salmon-pink hair down, and like a magician's sleight of hand, it reappears 29 as his palm passes through. Another new person has joined the room, not so lucky as Salmon Man with his many years ahead of him to peddle crypto scams.
It's hard. I keep my smile on my face but it's hard while Jon dips Cassy into a low kiss and the crowd erupts in cheers. Their numbers cross in the motion - the 15 above Cassy's veil and the 58 over his head. I'm glad Cassy made the hard decision to pass me over as Maid of Honor. It was either me or her older sister Jess who'd been estranged from her family for years before her diagnosis, which came at the end of June and, for Jess, made some things more important than family squabbles. Jess delivers her speech through happy tears to a reception of 114 guests, and I watch the 2 above her head the entire time.
Cassy has tipped up to 17, because there are more people at the reception than at the ceremony. 17 out of 116 attendants. And the newly emblazoned 61 above Jon sends cold ripples through my veins. He'd yelled at her in the bridal suite just an hour before. He wasn't allowed in there. But Cassy had messed up seating Jon's cousins, and he'd grabbed her arm with the accusation. I'd pulled him off and in that bridal suite of 10 people, tears in her mascara, Cassy had worn the 1.
I wonder cold thoughts now. Jon and Cassy kiss.
On my mom's front porch, the egg timer goes off. She hops to her feet, and Jackson does a little stretch-and-roll while Winston scrabbles up on puppy-feet eager to follow. Mom slides the screen door open and shut, and then open again with a tray of biscuits in hand. I take one, light touches against its radiating heat.
"So, you know I'm going to ask." "Mom--" There's a 1 above her head. "Is there anyone--" "No, Mom." I never factor in. I can't see my own number. If I'm alone with someone, they're the 1, and I'm at ease. "Do you remember Donny from high school?" "Donny who got in trouble for huffing glue?" "Donny was baseball captain--" "And he huffed glue--" "And he's very nice. Still in town. Works at Dave's Meats."
I stroke Jackson's gray fur. He's warm in the sunlight, and very sweet right now after being an absolute hellion little shit for me getting him in his carrier and driving with him to Mom's place.
"You really don't want to meet a nice man...?" Mom asks. "...Or woman? It could--you know--if that's--"
"No--thank you that's nice, Mom--but I'm very happy with Jackson being the only man of the house." Jackson rolls over and shows his bear-trap belly. He has no number. Neither does Winston, with his big puppy paws pressed against Mom's knee, huffing for biscuit.
There's still a chair out here for Dad, 20 years out of date. Jackson is happy in it now. But I remember how Dad looked in this chair. His 1 to Mom's 2. His 1 that followed him. In church. In movie theaters. In grocery stores. At seven years old I didn't know what the numbers meant. Just that Mom's got real big in big stores. And Dad's never would.
I don't want to meet Donny. I don't want to fall in love with anyone who might wear the 1 at the grocery story.
Mom shuffles her toes. She takes a bite of her biscuit and tears off a little chunk to throw to Winston. "If you don't want a man... if you did still want kids, well--" "Mom--" "I'm home all day. I'd babysit all the time. Winston loves kids." "It's just not right for me." "I know you said that. But you might change your mind."
I won't, though. Because I can manage like this. I can go to restaurants with Lindsey and Doug, who say treatment is going so very well, and ignore the 4 above his head the whole time. I can visit Bethanne for Thanksgiving and be so very normal when her number is lower than her grandmother's.
But I haven't figured out how to be normal when a family boards the subway, baby in arms, wearing a number lower than both parents. It undoes something in me. I hold Jackson a little tighter those nights. I couldn't bear it, if it was me holding that baby. I couldn't bear it if I'd made a little thing more important to me than anything else, and found that the 1 above its little head stayed in place when I stepped into the world.
I've been reading some stuff on punitive justice, and it made something click for me that I've observed a lot online but haven't been able to put into words before.
When someone does something wrong, that's bad, and the damage it does needs to be repaired while the person needs to try to do better in future to minimize repeating harm. We learn it in preschool - say sorry, don't do it again. If they keep at it, remove them from the situation where they can do the harm until they prove they're responsible enough to go back in.
So if it turns out someone DIDN'T do anything wrong, that should be a relief! There's no damage to fix, no internal errors to correct. Less work for everybody, literally no harm done. False alarm, all good.
The thing I've observed is, lots of people want them to have done something wrong. There's almost disappointment when it turns out there's no harm done. And I think that's because of this general undercurrent of punitive justice as morally righteous and desirable: someone does something wrong, you get to punish them. Turns out they're innocent? That's disappointing. Find another reason you get to punish them, or find another bad person you get to punish. But at the core of it is that desire to punish someone. Someone you can hurt in a way that makes you a better person for hurting them.
This particular brand of almost cannibalistic pseudo-justice is super common in tumblr, one of the most ostensibly liberal spaces on the internet; I see more borderline savagery in online discourse here than in the actually toxic parts of the internet that are just openly cruel for cruelty's sake. It's always thrown me for a loop, and has frankly also hurt me, because on the rare occasions I get personally dogpiled, it only actually stings when it makes me worry that I've legitimately hurt someone. If I did something wrong, or more realistically when I inevitably do something wrong, that would make it good and right for people to give me shit about it every day until I'm dead.
The thing that clicked for me most recently was this bit in Ijeoma Oluo's Be A Revolution:
Punitive justice is specifically, uniquely appealing to people who have suffered injustices. Of course it's the Tumblr zeitgeist. Everyone here is a marginalized person failed by at least one system. Punishing someone for perceived injustice is how someone the system has deemed worthless proves their value in blood, even if the person being punished hasn't harmed you directly - even if they haven't harmed anyone. "Righteous" anger isn't about the target in these cases, it's about the inflicter. This is how much my pain is worth.
And that kind of violent validation is so alluring and so very dangerous. It seeks an outlet, wearing the justification of justice. Who's in reach? Who's an acceptable target this week? What's a good reason to use?
Is there anything they could do that would make me stop?
I missed a spot. A crucial factor in all this is that the root of this, that righteous anger? It's not intrinsically bad. It's the burning white-hot core of self-worth and human dignity. It flares up when you are harmed, belittled, dismissed. It is valuable and it wants to protect you. Without it, it's difficult to know why and how to stand up for yourself. Without its warmth, very little will stop you from coldly doing whatever is expected of you, coldly going along with what others want.
But it's still fire. It can't be allowed to burn uncontrollably. Fire is good in a hearth and bad outside of it. It wants to keep you safe, but it's also your job to keep the world safe from it.
where's that masterpost of quotes that have no right going as hard as they do. I'd like to submit "Protagonism is best left to teens and the insane"
Remember that the entire reason the internet forced you to fill in Captchas for the past 14 years is because they were using your answers to train AI in image and text recognition. Of course the AI can read the text because the entire human race has been unable to use the internet without being forced to train it for over a decade. The fact that they are still trying to keep up the facade so they can keep charging for their captcha services is laughable since they have made the service useless by using it this way.
@daxite are aware of what exactly?
This isn't "conspiracy", this is all very easily verifiable information and has been for at least half a decade
not to be that bitch, but the original captcha project was used to train computers to read badly printed words in newspapers and books that were being digitized. this changed in like 2014, about 5 years after captcha was bought by google
Which character in Aurora would be most willing to break someones bones(If that person requested it)
This is a fascinating question. I think I know the answer, but I wanna open it up to debate first before I weigh in with my thoughts.
Who would be most willing to break someone's bones if they specifically asked them to?
Kendal
Alinua
Erin
Falst
Dainix
Tess
I need you all to know that I have made a chart
okay I am too impatient to wait another 22 hours but for the benefit of those who haven't voted yet the chart is under a readmore
bonuses
wait, so what's goin on with JoCat? why are they the victim of the week?
This was a thing back in late 2023. JoCat received enough harassment for - and I cannot stress this enough - literally no reason that he left the internet entirely for several months with no promises to return. Some people called him weak for this, and those people are very lucky that I don't know where they live.
Everyone with a modicum of decency or empathy thought this was a huge tragedy and a failure of human goodness, and his absence was mourned across a staggering number of platforms even by people who only knew him by distant reputation. Of course, the people who think men shouldn't wear skirts or hairbows or express feelings thought this was a huge victory, and for reasons inexplicable to me, many self-declared online leftists seemed happy to side with those charming people in the triumph that they had successfully bullied and harassed a kind, sincere, GNC man so badly that he might have vanished from the internet forever. Apparently when it comes to punishing "cringe", no ally is too toxic to rally alongside.
With months to reflect and public opinion gradually catching up to the obvious conclusion that this was bullshit and should never have been allowed to happen, the handful of people who continue to act like their harassment campaign was in any way justified have mostly doubled down on "well I never said I WASN'T a huge dickhead" so they can pretty safely be ignored until they decide to start participating in the basic courtesy required for the human social contract again.
Thankfully Jo has held up pretty well with support from friends and loved ones, and has recently started being active online again. Putting himself back in the fray is an act of bravery I don't think I could match if I were in his shoes, but I'm glad he's feeling comfortable sharing the work he loves again, even if, in my opinion, the vast majority of the internet doesn't deserve that second chance.
did jocat actually do anything problematic or did fall under the travis mcelroy trap of being a kind of cringy cishet dude who isn't irony poisoned enough for the internet.
like sorry if i'm wrong but this feels like completely normal dude behavior, like i think responding to internet strangers making fun of your appearance with "hey could you not do that" is like. perfectly reasonable actually
JoCat is one of the sweetest, most genuine people I know. He did nothing wrong, and people were cruel to him because they saw his kindness as weakness and his genuineness as cringe. Then more people were cruel to him because they saw a mob forming and decided to get in a few kicks on the Main Character Of The Week, perhaps on the assumption that anyone receiving an avalanche of hatred calling him Gay For Liking Women must have done something terrible to deserve it. It was a catastrophic failure of human goodness and to this day I am absolutely furious that so many people were so weak as to participate in this pointless peer-pressured cruelty.
I just want you to know that, from the Rolling With Difficulty oneshot you ran, you saying "people who still go to their fourth epithet are noobs in the political scheming spectrum" is going to occupy my brain for a while now.
True winners in the game know that the most powerful person in the room is the one who needs no introduction because everyone around them is already nervously whispering their many titles and rumored accomplishments
I just want you to know that, from the Rolling With Difficulty oneshot you ran, you saying "people who still go to their fourth epithet are noobs in the political scheming spectrum" is going to occupy my brain for a while now.
True winners in the game know that the most powerful person in the room is the one who needs no introduction because everyone around them is already nervously whispering their many titles and rumored accomplishments
I just want you to know that, from the Rolling With Difficulty oneshot you ran, you saying "people who still go to their fourth epithet are noobs in the political scheming spectrum" is going to occupy my brain for a while now.
True winners in the game know that the most powerful person in the room is the one who needs no introduction because everyone around them is already nervously whispering their many titles and rumored accomplishments
The whole âhow the hell does this predatory creature get enough sustenanceâ thing that plagues fantasy and sci-fi occasionally gets so absurd it loops around into being funny, like the scene in Star Wars when the Millenium Falcon is flying through an asteroid field and gets swallowed by a worm.
I could complain about that, but I could also conclude that the supply of reckless space pilots flying into asteroid fields has been consistent enough for the past few million years for animals to evolve to prey upon them.
Who knows. Maybe there are enough adventuring parties roaming about the Forest of Doom to increase the available biomass at their trophic level in order to sustain tertiary consumers like giant spiderwolves...
âYouâre going into the Catacombs? No one survives the Catacombs! Many an adventurer has tried!â
âUh, how many have tried?â
âEnough to form an entire ecological niche for species specialized to prey upon them!â
âOh. That, uhh, that is a lot.â
âRight? Itâs pretty fascinating actually. Iâm writing my thesis on it right now.â
Dungeon Meshi (2014 - present), Kui Ryouko
do you have a true phobia?*
yes, and it's a common one
yes, and it's not uncommon
yes, and it's rare
no, i don't
i have multiple across several categories
i don't know/im bald/other nuance answer
*NOTE: in this case, phobia refers to a very strong irrational fear, not being a little scared of something. if you can handle snakes but they make you nervous, that's not a phobia.
huge thank you to people reblogging and talking about their phobias in the tags. it's genuinely super nice to hear that im not alone in this and im not super irrational for being scared of things. <3
