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You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?
You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”
He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”
This one wins.
It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up. She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out. First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.
Clark’s introducing her around. “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”
You blink, and take a step back in fear. You’ve never seen an 11 before.
The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you can’t help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.
Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”
You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.
That’s it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way that Brucie Wayne is a 10.
At this point, you’ve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.
He was an 8.
The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.
There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. That’s when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didn’t notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.
I don’t think I’ve ever actually reblogged this magnificent post and that’s shame.
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loving the lord of the rings so far
One time I was leaving a friend's place and an older lady with basically no English came up to me and communicated that she was very cold and needed a ride. She pointed to tell me where to go.
I got there and her daughter or granddaughter came out and was like omg her phone died we were worried
And then the older lady said something and the younger lady translated.
"She knew she could trust you because you have pink hair"
I thought it was funny at the time. But when I think back on it I think she was basically saying "you had a visible sign of not vibing with the system I was afraid of"
Be weird. Be colorful. Help random people.
Meanwhile, via Bluesky...
(See also the video here from ITN.)
It's Almost Certainly Alright
Sometimes, I see younger/newer Lokeans fretting about offending Loki, or being unwanted, or doing something "wrong". It's heartbreaking, honestly. I remember being anxious, too, when I was first stepping into Loki's embrace, and now? Years on, when I feel so comfortable with Loki? I know I had no reason to be anxious.
Friends and strangers, listen to me when I say, Loki is not easily offended. Loki doesn't deny people who go to them honestly and openly, called or not. You are highly unlikely to do something actually wrong as long as you do a reasonable amount of research. I won't say there's nothing you could do to offend Loki or be in the wrong, that would be foolish of me. I will say, Loki is forgiving.
Yes, Loki might trick you sometimes. Sometimes, that's just Loki being who they are. Sometimes, it's Loki trying to tell you something. Very rarely, it's Loki balancing the scales. Take a deep breath and take that first step. Make that first offering.
It doesn't matter if your first offering is a cup of water- use your favorite cup, or one that reminds you of Loki, to make it that much more special. Offer bread on a plate you've had since you were a toddler, the one with a cartoon character's face on it. Loki cares far more about the emotion than the value of the thing being offered.
You will be alright. If you want to walk this path, hold your head high, even if you still feel anxious. It's ok to have those feelings, they'll fade with time. Just try not to let them hold you back from doing what you feel is right for you.
WORD
- R
Black vulture (Coragyps atratus), a.k.a. the American black vulture, Mexican vulture, zopilote, urubu, or gallinazo.
This tweet read me to filth
✶ . he said "draw me like one of your french girls", i said "bet"
just kidding, but not really. this art piece is a submission for the Lokean & Norse Myth Discord Server Art Contest!
heavily referencing the greek statue of Bacchus eating grapes as well as other references (like the sofa).
you can also say this is my contribution and devotional art for Lokabrenna & July for Loki, so yeah! hope you all like it <3
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it’s a beautiful day to check out a book from the library
its a beautiful day to return a book to the library unread after it auto renews 3 times
The library says thank you for boosting our circulation stats and the book will still be here later if you want it another time <3
I LOVE LIBRARY
WE LOVE LIBRARY USERS
if you’re in this situation you can still get a Queer Liberation Library card!!
queer books, for free, for anyone anywhere in the usa. we’ve tried to make it as easy as possible to sign up
I've seen some posts trying to make fun of former gifted kids by comparing them to former student athletes who insist that they could have gone pro if not for a specific injury, and those posts always backfire, because my reaction to them is "You're right, we should treat former student athletes with more compassion than we currently do"
I went from being very physically active to getting the "your body doesn't make energy properly anymore" disability so I can completely understand the grief that comes with circumstances outside your control destroying parts of you you were once proud of and locking you out of the life you could have had. It's not a good feeling.
... was that not the whole point of that comparison? Are we supposed to dislike the kids who were pushed into overworking and permanently damaging their bodies at a young age by people who should know better but value second hand glory over the health of kids?
This is about 400% funnier said out loud.
Also, this is exactly the kind of thing my high school friends and I would memorize for shits and giggles
I see the angine has gotten to you too
Yes.
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Apparently my favorite picture books as a child were written by queer authors. This brings me joy.
Look, most of the queer people I know, myself included, had pretty rough childhoods (for a variety of reasons, but being recognizably queer was part of it) and as a result, we are fiercely protective of kids. Not protecting kids in a walled-garden sense the way conservatives want, but celebrating the wonder and whimsy and weirdness of being a child, and treating children as people - people who might need more supervision and care, but people with opinions and thoughts that really do matter. So of course the most beloved children's books of the last 40 years are written by queer folx. It makes perfect sense.
There are far more besides!
Hans Christian Andersen was gay, and in between writing such heartrending masterpieces as The Happy Prince and The Little Mermaid, along with some beautiful works of satire, had a fairytale romance with a German nobleman, and successfully annoyed the fuck out of Charles Dickens.
The Ugly Duckling is a fable about his acceptance of himself as a gay man, after a struggle to see his own value as a person who didn't fit expectations.
Then there's Tove Jansson, who wrote the Moomins, internationally popular for over 80 years. She and her partner of 45 years at one point lived down the street from one another and built a secret passageway through the attics of houses so they could visit one another in secret. The stories are rich with the accepting and loving compassion of the Moomin family, in spite of their own flaws and those of the people they meet.
And how about a modern one? Julian Clary, groundbreaking gay comedian and presenter, created a series of children's novels called The Bolds, about a family of hyenas who have taken on the identity of a couple of human tourists who died while on safari, and live in a house in an English suburb, raising their twin children and working in a factory that makes jokes for Christmas crackers, keeping the fact that they are hyenas secret from the humans around them through cunning disguise. They become aware that others around them are also animals disguised as humans, and gradually form a supportive and caring, secret community. At a glance it's a sweet and funny tale of a ridiculous situation, but to an adult, it's a clear parallel of queer subcultures, written by a man who lived through the aids crisis as a figurehead of his community.
I'd like to give a shout-out here to one of the staples of my childhood, Jan Pieńkowski! He was a writer and illustrator, most famously known for illustrating the Meg and Mog books.
Jan was a Polish writer and artist. He survived and escaped the Nazi invasion of Poland as a young boy, and said that his interest in the paper cut-out style came from an experience hiding in an air raid shelter when a soldier kept him entertained by making paper cut-outs.
He and his partner, David, were together for 40 years before getting a civil partnership in 2005 (on the day the civil partnership legislation came in). He died in 2022.