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In light of this abysmal change, I've turned off reblogs for all of my art. I suggest you do the same.
They're rolling it back!!!
💬 47000 🔁 155523 ❤️ 81496 · Let's talk about reblog notes. We rolled out a significant change to how notes work on reblogs, and the react
I'll be keeping my reblogs off for a few days to wait for it to roll back but thank heavens!
THIS RIGHT HERE
You guys are dangerously close to realizing specifically what kinds of people they keep from voting and why.
I want to drill this into everybody’s head:
The United States of America has the highest prison population in the world
Black Americans and Latin people make up the majority of this population (many of whom are non-violent offenders)
Federal Prisons in America require that their state keeps their prisons at a maximum occupancy at all times.
The 13th amendment did not entirely abolish slavery…just one form of it. It remains legal through industrial prison system
Oh and we have privatized prisons which allow companies to actually make money off of keeping people incarcerated
Here’s what’s really perverse: prisoners, who cannot vote, still get counted in the U.S. Census. The more prisoners a county has, the more representation it gets, even though the prisoners cannot vote. See how that works? The more black and brown people they lock up, the more government resources and political representation they get. Even though those prisoners have no say and cannot vote.
If county-A has a population of 50 voters but no prisons, and county-B has a population of 50 voters and 50 prisoners, the county with the prisoners gets more government funding and more political represention. This is sometimes called “prison gerrymandering” and it is used in redistrictring.
Not so fun Fact: Southern states that reliably vote for Republicans also have the highest prison population in the United States. (source). So mass incarceration is a double whammy. It’s both a form of voter suppression and a tool to strengthen white people’s political power.
Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
Might I add:
The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed
The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child
The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship
The adventures of a space roomba
Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)
I don’t know a snappy description but the my nemesis cynthia story certainly lives in my head
hilariously, these are almost all in my fic tag. so, a compiled list from the notes (and some extras):
The God of Arepo (graphic novel 1 / 2 / 3) (ebook)
The Monster of Sentan
The Witch’s Cat
Raise Both Children
Stabby the Roomba (honorable mention)
Cinderella Marries the Prince (comic)
My Arch Nemesis Cynthia
Pirates and Mermaid
Eindred and the Witch
The Demon King
The Cornerwitch
Grandmother Beetroot
Apocalypse Daycare Worker
Grandmother Accidentally Summons a Demon
New Year Saga
A Story About Changelings
Ranger in the King’s Forest
The Difference Between a Hare and a Rabbit
Goblin Men (Canines)
I am in love with you /p
A little cat moth for you
It's time for tea! Don't forget your hat
“Behold, the ancient Serpent God Quetzalcoatl, the Winged Snake, the Devourer!” shouted the high priest from the stands above. Claire stood at the center of an underground colosseum, hundreds of masked, painted faces looking down at her. She had been enjoying her vacation, seeing the sights. She had, of course, heard about people being kidnapped, but she’d been with a tour group! The last thing she remembered was taking pictures at Teotihuacan before a sack was thrown over her head and she ended up down here. Wherever here was.
An iron clanking indicated the rising of gates, but it was hard to see anything in the flickering torchlight. She heard the cheers from above her as the gate sounds stopped. It was followed by a swishing, and a hiss. Surely, it couldn’t really be…
Out of the darkness reared a giant flash of green as an unimaginably large serpent rose before her. It had brilliantly colored feathers around its head, and at the end of its tail, and as it reached its full height it spread massive blue, green and red feathered wings. It opened its mouth in another hiss, revealing fangs as long as her arm!
“With this sacrifice, we shall unleash the power of the ancients, and the world shall tremble before our might!”
A loud, roaring cheer went up from the assembly, all waiting for Claire’s blood, as the snake lowered itself to the ground just in front of her. Its golden eyes fixed on her, its forked tongue flicking out to surround her. Claire gasped.
“Oh my God!” she yelped. “YOU’RE SO CUTE!!!!!”
She punctuated this by booping the great Serpent God on the nose.
“What?” said the priest.
“Who’s such a cute widdle snek?!!! Yes you are! I bet you could devour so many things!!!” Claire continued, totally enamoured. She was now scratching the god, who seemed to be enjoying it.
Several hours later, Claire emerged from the Temple, with a very large, very fat new pet. After all those cultists, he wouldn’t have to eat for a while. Now if she could just figure out how to get him home...
“Oh for God’s sake, Jerry! How the hell was I supposed to know it was haunted?? It’s a freaking serving dish!”
“Well why do we even need another serving dish, Maureen?? We have 10!!!”
“None of them match the good china! Not that it matters, it’s not like we have dinner guests anymore!”
“I work, Maureen!! What do you do all day, huh? Buy useless crap that has a ghost in it???”
“Uh….guys,” said the ghost. Hovering between the arguing couple, Clara was starting to have doubts about this haunting business.
“It wouldn’t be useless if you didn’t sit in your underwear drinking beer and watching tv all night! Maybe we could have somebody over for a change!”
“Oh like who? The Robinsons? So they can whine at us about “not their president” and how those gays down the block should be allowed to get married!”
“Oh for Christ’s sake, Jerry! Maybe you could try to keep your fat mouth shut for one dinner party?”
“Woah, okay!” said Clara. "Ghost here, remember?" She was still pretty new at this, but she was fairly certain this wasn't how it was supposed to go.
“Oh right, and let those snowflakes walk all over us??”
“This! This is why the kids don’t talk to us anymore, Gerald!!”
“Oh sure, it’s MY fault! It’s always my fault, isn’t it, Maureen?! It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with you and that debacle at Johnathan’s wedding!”
“Don’t you start with that, Gerald! I was TRYING to protect our son!”
“Uh...you know what? I’m just gonna....I’m gonna go,” said Clara, hovering toward the door.
“Protect our son from ever leaving the house, you mean?”
“She was a hussy, Gerald, and you know it!!!”
“You guys, uh...you guys sound like you need a minute. So I’ll just be...I’ll….yeah.” Clara slid through the door awkwardly and sighed.
“Maybe I’ll go haunt the Robinsons,” she said.
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I own far too many crowns for someone who's never been invited to the Met Gala
Happy Mermay! Just a colored sketch today, nothing fancy
Whoopsies! I posted the uncropped censored version, which is still pretty 🔞 My bad. 😬
This is literally the only part of the 3 pieces I can post here. I don't do nsfw art often, but when I do I guess I don't go halfway.
Full uncensored/uncropped nsfw pieces are on my Twitter
Now with more GLOW
Another cyberpunk piece full of glowyness .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅
Here's an alt version with glowing makeup, just because. After all, my favorite part of cyberpunk is the ⁺˚⋆｡°✩glow✩°｡⋆˚⁺
Tumbleweed needs everyone to know that I am his most cruel and heartless mother for decreasing the amount of food he gets due to him gaining a third again his body weight over the last year no that is not all fur Tumbleweed you are shaped like a pregnant sheep!
He has spent much of the day stomping from room to room while yelling his immense displeasure.
I just saw Tumbleweed for the first time and I had to
