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Ixtab by *schwarzer-todt

“Ixtab, Goddess of the Rope. Mayan goddess and guardian of suicides. Associated with the eclipse, she guides the souls of those who have killed themselves, as well as women who die in childbirth, victims of sacrifice, priests, and slain warriors to the afterlife.”

I found it very comforting as a young person to know there was a goddess whose chief charge was suicides. So many people in the Pagan community were so anti-suicide - which sounds good, and is well-meant, but it totally ostracises and alienates people who have thoughts of suicide. I mean it’s one thing to have a part of you that constantly wants you to die but when you’re also surrounded by people who condemn those thoughts you can’t help having, that just makes you feel worse. Some people even spoke as if it would send you somewhere spiritually awful, afterlife-wise, like some dreadful sin. Because nothing makes you feel better about desperately wanting to die - or desperately NOT wanting to, and being terrified that your brain might kill you anyway - than 95% of society condemning you for it.

A LITTLE FUCKING COMPASSION, PEOPLE.

But then! There was IXTAB. Psychopomp of suicides. So even if the whole world rejected you, even after your death, Ixtab would not. The very idea of Ixtab can make the world seem less awful.

(P.S. it would probably be best if you didn’t kill yourself. Try hard not to.)

#other people's art #interesting

laffgaff

My job is to drill holes in things and then bolt them together.

At first it’s boring, but later on, it’s riveting.

fozmeadows

#funny

great-tweets

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catwithbenefits

#funny #nsfw

briannathestrange-deactivated20

A real, actual, I-am-not-fucking-lying-to-you-this-truly-happened moment from the Christmas special Rapsittie Street Kids: Believe in Santa

5weekdays

ricky: great-grandma, you always know just what to say!

ricky’s great-grandma: dohuhohohwhehelghuhohokesynohehCHRISTMAS huahhahohoho

hiddendriver

I thought of this while i was driving today and almost drove into my mailbox

writtenbymachine-deactivated202

@alinakerrin

#funny

tiktoksithinkarefunny

#funny

thegirlwiththemooglehat

a Good Cat

(x)

clairesclitpiercing

I hope Bailey knows how much I love her

#cute #cats #my heart

yaoi-blcd

mahaliciously

This is the best comic I’ve seen in months, I won’t allow any protests

fox-sanguinis

Please note, The upper classman:

More specifically the Size of the upper classman:

Even sitting down he’s huge

fox-sanguinis

Bonus:

We stan the soft giant!!!

doodling-fiend

Normally I have a witty comment or silly doodle but this.. This is just cute.. And one of my many weakness. I’m a sucker for cutesy gentle giants!

#funny

acepresso

forbidden beanie baby

#funny

officialunitedstates

She smelled like bananers, smooth and silky, like her manners. Her mouth was like a fruit loop, fruity and with a hole in it. Her arms were like arms.

In highschool I wrote a story about a middle-generation of stellar travelers. Their parents were born on earth and left as children, and the middle generation will not live long enough to see their destination. They live their entire lives on the ship and I wrote about them trying to find their place in everything. They will never know blue skies and warm beaches and open fields with warm breezes. They’ll never know birdsong or crickets or frogs. They’ll never hear the rain on the roof of a dreary day. I never could find the right way to end the story. I wanted it to be a happy ending, but I didn’t know how to do it.

I realize now that it was a book about me dealing with depression before I even knew it. Looking back at how blatant the projecting was, it’s obvious now. It wasn’t then.

In the story, the middle-generation people are lost. They’re apathetic. They’re just a placeholder. The only job they have is to keep the ship running, have kids, and die. As the middle generation of people began becoming adults, suicide rates were skyrocketing. Crime and drug rates were jumping. This generation was completely apathetic because they felt that they had no use.

In the story, a small group of people in the middle-generation create the Weather Project. They turn the ship into a terrarium. They make magnificent gardens and take the DNA of animals they took with them and recreate them and they make this cold, metal spaceship that they have to live their entire lives on into a home. They take what little they have and they break it and rearrange it into something beautiful. They take this radical idea and turn the ship into a wonderful jungle of trees and birds and sunshine.

And I realize now how much it reflects my state of mind as I transitioned from a child into an adult while dealing with depression. You always hear “it gets better” and “when you’re older things will be easier” and I was so sick of waiting for it to get better. I was in the middle-generation stage. And I was sick of it. I was so sick of waiting.

When I was in highschool I didn’t know how to end the story. I didn’t know how to have a happy ending. I didn’t have the life experience then to finish the story in a meaningful way. I didn’t know how to make it better for these middle-generation characters.

But now that I’m older, I’m learning. That if you sit and wait for things to get better, it never will. You have to take your life and break it apart and rearrange it into something beautiful. You have to make the cold metal ship into the garden that you deserve. You have to make your own meaning. You have to plant your own garden.

You have to teach yourself that being happy is not a radical idea.

#important

sabertoothwalrus

this kitten weighs over 5 pounds already and he’s only 14 weeks old. He’s half the size of an adult cat and he hasn’t even lost his baby teeth yet

sabertoothwalrus

He is now 16 weeks old and over 6 pounds. Kittens are supposed to be half their adult weight at 5-6 months, and he is barely 4 months old. What the fuck.

sabertoothwalrus

Now at 22 weeks, 5 months old, half his adult weight, this baby is 10 pounds,,,

sabertoothwalrus

30 WEEKS. 7 MONTHS.

14 POUNDS.

THAT IS TWICE THE AVERAGE WEIGHT OF A CAT HIS AGE. THE GIRLS IN HIS LITTER ARE ONLY LIKE 8 POUNDS WHY IS HE SO HUGE

sabertoothwalrus

Hello it is Time for Another Update!!!

It is June 18th, 2018. Half-n-Half is now 10 months old. Last I weighed him (like 2 weeks ago?) he was over 15 pounds, but he’s not gaining weight as rapidly anymore. Regardless, he’s still Big

sabertoothwalrus

GUESS WHO’S ONE AND A HALF AND WEIGHS 17 POUNDS

THIS FUCKIN MAGNIFICENT GUY!!!!!!!!

HALF-N-HALF!!!!!!!

#cute

blueelectricangels

if you read in a frog paper “specimen was released in the field immediately after capture” chances are very good that what it actually means is

“i dropped the damn frog and despite the fact that we fell all over each other no one could recapture it”

blueelectricangels

sometimes when i am sad i go read through the tags on this post, because they are 70% other biologists saying things like “AND ALSO FUCK FIELD MICE” and “THAT CRAB ALMOST BROKE MY FINGER” and I am reassured that I am not the only one who has bobbled a wood frog right into their cleavage.

plus six or seven people who just….can’t figure out what a frog paper could possibly be. (guys it’s…a scientific paper. about frogs.)

and this one