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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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im fucking yelling over here
the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get agatha christie
Looking for a senior cg character animator to work full time on an upcoming indie videogame. Should be available to work in Montreal/Canada.
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A while ago I made a post to assist the Jewish community as a whole following a hateful act of violence against their synagogue by creating a thread of local Jewish organizations to donate to from all over the world. It’s time for us to take action again.
The Muslim community has been enduring great suffering and frequent tragedy for ages. In light of the attack in NZ, if your mosque or local Muslim resource group has a donation page please reblog and add a link so that I can boost it!!
If you can’t donate, please reblog this or share the donation pages added to this post to twitter, facebook, or anywhere that will help them be seen by someone who can.
EDIT: The link included in the older version of this post turned out to be a fraudulent one. DO NOT DONATE TO IT. Here are the official donation pages.
New Zealand Islamic Information Center is distributing all donations to this LaunchGood campaign to families affected [LINK] OR Donate directly to the New Zealand Islamic Information Center here [LINK]
today i am mindful of all the different ways to be a woman. i’m thinking of all the tender and tough butches who rewrite womanhood every day, the nonbinary babes, women of colour, the women with disabilities, the lesbians, the bi gals, our trans sisters, every non-conformer, every fighter, every strong woman who continues life on this earth even though we’ve been fighting an uphill battle since the beginning of time. let’s listen to each other, use our own privileges to help our sisters and celebrate each other’s strength and power. none of us are free unless we all are. happy international women’s day 💕
Random roll commission for a client “Even as a child, Shen adored the great library of neverwinter.It was a place she went to often, her parents being poor and often working, it was a safe place, warm and out of the rain. Shen loved to read, though her mind worked slower than that of her siblings and the stories only truly unwound under her pointing finger after having to reread the words multiple times, reading aloud under her breath, but Shen would’ve loved the place even if the books were gone.It was the peace that all seemed to receive under the high marble ceilings and domed lights, with no exceptions or conditions. Even she, a being of fire, with embers glowing in her eyes and hair that smouldered in the dim lights of the library, was given a card, given the freedom to explore and find what she wanted, at her own pace and with no glances of fear. Shen didn’t quite understand that. She’d never hurt anyone, had learned tight control over the heat inside her at a young age and so could not figure why when she walked in the street, others would give her a wide berth, tug their children tighter to them. She did not understand, but understood that it hurt her out there, amongst them. In the library, she was mostly ignored, and that was better. Though as she grew older, and especially during the winter months, she would find herself playing storyteller to children, who enjoyed her voices (and the residual heat her body gave off.) When a sign appeared on the bulletin board near the great front desk, janitor wanted, Shen, whose few talents had never really pulled her in any direction after school, quickly snatched it down before others could read it. to be paid to be under the gaze of those statues! to be paid to walk the halls, keeping the beauty of it, being in charge of the building that had given her sanctuary for most of her life! it was more than she could imagine. There were downfalls of course. She’d never noticed the remnants left by patrons before, wrappers and newspapers and dreaded gum under the tables. such disrespect she could not imagine! she would grumble such things as she cleaned. Shen was a creature of few words but found her dislike of the patrons to be the main cause of them nowadays. Of course there were kind people and the children who would tug at her uniform and beg for a chapter of a tale, just one! And the library itself was its own reward. But the little things began to get at her, her temperature would rise at a spilled drink on the fine carpets, her short hair rising in her temper. Her work days grew longer and they never seemed to consider hiring another custodian. And the whispers of the librarians, of how wise was it to have a fire elemental in a library of all places, an accident waiting to happen surely! The great library was large but voices carried and It both infuriated and saddened Shen to hear those things. She vowed to dampen her temper from now on, the very idea that she could accidentally do such a thing was terrifying! She’d had one close call when a librarian had taken her aside one day to complain at her ‘slipshod’ cleaning of the foyer. It had been a long and tough day for Shen, nowadays it seemed like she was doing the job of at least five and It had taken a few moments for her to pull back her irritation but she knew the man had seen the red rise in her eyes. She dampened it and quickly apologised but was still sent home, to ‘cool off’. She slumped home, ashamed of both her actions and how she allowed herself to be treated in her sanctuary, a place that had once been her joy. The great library burned to the ground that night. Well, not exactly burned to the ground, but Shen read that the marble had turned black in the evening standard, all the books, all the knowledge gathered there gone, along with those precious memories of hers. And her freedom. A neighbour of hers, a fellow custodian but of the mayors offices, had warned her just in time, rushing to her door to tell her of the law keepers storming down the street. The librarian had put 2 and 2 together and pronounced the cause of the fire to be revenge of ‘that lazy fire genasi’, angered by a well placed complaint and decided that the only recourse was destruction. Shen quickly thanked her neighbour, gathered her things and left. Her parents were dead, from over work, her siblings scattered and close to the same fate, from their letters. Shen had no one to say goodbye to, though her neighbour, a sweet firbolg had given her a kiss good luck. She would need it, the firbolg said meaningfully. It was on the back of a cart, quickly haggled for a ride out of never winter, that shen realised she hadn’t said goodbye to the library. and to her childhood. It was gone. and as the evening standard, proclaiming the fire and its causes to the whole of the city, crumpled beneath her hands, smouldering at her touch, Shen promised she would do what she had to, what she must, to find out who took it from her.”
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cleaning gurus: minimalism only. you can only own 3 t shirts and a cactus. white walls. you can have one pen and a piece of paper. everything you own has to fit into a backpack everyone: omg this is SUCH good advice i followed this exactly and it CHANGED. MY. LIFE. everyone has to follow this!! marie kondo: actually you can keep things you like! getting rid of clutter doesn’t mean getting rid of things that take up space: it means getting rid of things that you don’t need or don’t make you happy. holding onto things that have no personal or practical value creates the real clutter! everyone: oh my GOD she’s trying to force me to throw away everything i love! she wants me to live in a house with only three t shirts and a cactus!!! she is personally in my house and forcing me to toss out my grandfather’s ashes right now >:( also learn to speak english
its the racism
Previously grapefruitlife
I felt I had to change my username because the damn citrus scale is back. I never really liked that username so I guess it was a good kick in the ass to change it. Not sure how I feel about this one either though.... 🤷♀️
why is academia,,,,, like that
hot take: if the only people who can understand your writing are a select few pretentious jerkoffs like yourself, maybe the problem isn’t that you’re just too fucking smart to communicate to the uneducated masses. maybe you’re like. a bad writer lol
like uhhh not be controversial but if the point of academic writing is to share information and 75% of your readers have no fucking clue what you’re saying around that thesaurus you’re deepthroating then uhhh maybe you’re a shit academic and also a lot less intelligent than you think you are. just a concept
Witch Fashion, not just for the young.
she’s so powerful…
This is cool as fuck
It’s so healing to wake up in a silent house and silently make your own coffee or tea and enjoy the beautifully intricate fullness of the morning silence while remaining calm and collected and unbothered by all outer and inner noise and it’s so low-key elevating and pacifying to rejoice in the silent atmosphere of your own house and just silently block the rest of the world…it’s a slice of heaven
This reminds me of a teenage dream I used to have of waking up next to someone and spending the entire morning without speaking. That still sounds so lovely.
A little late to the game but here are my top nine selfies of 2018. This makes me so happy lol
Everyone was so obsessed with Jack Frost back then and I think we were all so young and naive and not focusing on the important things so I just wanted to refresh your memory a little.
It’s very telling that one of the first reactions to someone criticizing the institution of beauty (its regime and economy) is to call them ugly and therefore unfit to have an opinion on the topic. Very telling.
Jewish People Problem #1
“You don’t look Jewish”
This is advice I wish I had heard 2 years ago and for those in this situation, take this advice seriously.
A work environment that is not suited for you will never help you get to the places you need to go. If you’re not at a job where you can say you can carry your knowledge to advance elsewhere, it’s not a place you should be working at.