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embarrassment is the cost of entry.
if you aren't willing to look like a foolish beginner, you'll never become a graceful master.
getting rocks thrown at you until you die is just part of the process. you can walk it off
Extremely funny reblog to be written by the person who blocked everybody who interacted with a negative review of their dreadful fantasy novel
Hello everyone!
Last year I started designing a series of Coat of Arms, themed in the spirit of Pride Month and using different mythological creatures as heraldic animals. I now aim to turn these designs into wearable pins and will be running a Kickstarter in July to fund this endeavor! I have found a very trustworthy local manufacturer, who has already shown the quality of their craftsmanship with the first batch of test pins I received, just look at the detail they were able to produce!
Since I try to support local manufacturers, which produce pins with fair wages and are more ethical than outside of Europe, the pins are more expensive to create than through the usual pipeline via Asia.
I therefore seek to crowdfund the expenses since they would be more than I can afford. If you are interested and look forward to support this little endeavor, please follow the link below to sign up for a mailing list. People who signed up on the email list and pledged during the campaign will receive an exclusive sticker set by the end of a successful launch consisting of the following designs:
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A collection of Pride themed Coat of Arms Enamel Pins. Rally your friends, choose your crest and celebrate with PRIDE.
THIS IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING RESPONSE IVE EVER GOTTEN ON ANY OF MY POSTS EVER
World Heritage Post
can't today. busy.
basketball dracula isn't real dude he can't-- *sudden squeaking noises from the shadows*
*two pool toys having sex tumble by in the wind* oh thank god
*thunderous slam dunk noise*
going over to my minimalist girlfriend’s house and she apologizes profusely for the mess and there’s just a single perfect, fresh pea on the floor of her living room
Blue Lois
can i help you
Red Marge
jesus christ. I Am Under Fucking Attack
World Heritage Post
i deserve a medal for this post. not because i was particularly funny but because i survived an onslaught of nearly one hundred gimmick blogs in the wake of this post popping off, and the fact that i didn’t try to track any of them down and snuff them out with my bare hands is a testament to my immeasurable strength and should be rewarded. at one point i had “the official letter h” add on to this post. you wanna know that blog’s gimmick? the really funny and original and worthwhile gimmick the official letter h blog had? yep you guessed it they just gave me the god damned letter H and then fucked off. only jesus knows the suffering i endured over that harsh winter, and he wept for me
Celestial Oak I painted this over a month ago and totally forgot to post it lol
I love the idea of each acorn containing it's very own universe 🌌 I've also been designing some acorn lanterns, photos coming soon!
Finding Frankie 2 protag reminds me of FNAF Vanny,,
I read this in Princess Bubblegum’s voice lol
A German regional court has ruled that Google is directly liable for the content of its AI search overviews. According to the court, previou
Let’s fucking go
This is HUGE.
1. The court holds Google responsible for statements made by its AI, considering them Google's statements (search engines have limited liability for results in their engine as they're the words of other sites/companies/people), meaning when their AI lies/hallucinates they're liable for the defamation/harm resulting from those statements.
2. Google's defense that customers are generally aware of the lack of reliability and are responsible for fact checking was dismissed. As the court pointed out, that would "significantly diminish" AI Search's stated purpose and it can't be distinguished from Google's business practices/statements as a search tool.
3. Studies have found about 91% of Google's everyday AI responses are accurate, leaving millions of searches per HOUR with potential liability for falsehoods. 56% of correct responses weren't supported by the sources the AI listed. Both of which mean Google is now liable for a LOT more AI "errors."
4. Google was held liable for 80% of court costs in this case and this precedent is expected to reverberate around the world. This is a massive shift from the 3rd-party search provider role Google has previously played and it comes right as they've tied ALL searches to their AI search.
TL;DR Google reeeeeally stepped in it this time.
New OC alert 👀
Her name is Falling Star! 💫
I’m glad that OP:
1) Figured this out.
2) Shared so others can learn from their mistake.
Hello! I’ve been struggling with being homeless recently and had been working on a first draft of what started out as a Legend of Zelda alternate universe that has now turned into its own separate thing for obvious reasons. I just finished the first part of the prologue/first chapter and wanted to post it here as a thank you for the astounding generosity and kindness of the community on my tiktok page that helped motivate me to push towards actually creating my own creative universe and truly building a community around art and literature since I honestly hope to turn it into a comic at some point. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! (It doesn’t quite have a name yet but I hope that doesn’t stop you!) If you would like to support my GoFundMe, it’s here: https://gofund.me/41796ff00
A vast, warm wind whipped debris between the legs of a chestnut mare lazily grazing near the northern end of the Great Lake Reillus. Affectionately named the Reillus Tumble for its gently rolling hills, it was a beautiful but precarious area to be in if you weren’t aware of how steep the slope could be on the other end. The horse was surrounded by a thick herd of nearly 150 other individuals all grazing with ears and tails flicking carelessly in the early springtime breezes. Some moved down to the lake shore in order to drink while the rest either clipped the grasses to their lowest or relaxed in safety. Weaving around and between the herd were horses bearing saddles and riders though they were greatly outnumbered due to being ten in total compared to the amount of wild horses surrounding them. The riders were spending their time chewing weeds of their own, checking their weapons, or simply keeping eyes on the roiling emerald grasses beyond for any hint of danger. On the crest of a nearby slope overlooking the entire herd stood their lead stallion, an immense dark grey beast who still pawed the ground and tossed his head to attempt to rid himself of the bit in his mouth with no avail. On his back sat an 11th rider just as equally immense as he, face shadowed by the broad black disk of a hat’s brim. Pale gold braids spilled from beneath, flowing across the rider’s shoulders and back like the reaching arms arms of some strange, horse-bound kraken. The roiling sea of grass reflected up into the rider’s pale blue eyes, giving them a tealish hue, though they focused not on the herd as they should have been but on an odd strip of inky blackness on the shore of the lake far away to the south. The frown they’d been wearing dropped to smooth blankness at the sound of approaching hoofbeats, drawing those blue eyes away from the black. A few blinks and there was a youth with auburn hair and laughing green eyes astride a coppery red mare in front of them.
“We should be ready to depart soon with the new herd. The last of them are taking water or finishing their grazing,” he said with a serious salute and a tip of his straw hat.
“I like to hear it, Callum. All’s well up here; not a soul in sight beyond us and the birds in the air,” came the voice beneath the broad black hat, sounding of wild and winds themselves. “Whistle up when you’re ready.”
“Aye, Wildhoof, spreading the word!” Callum gave a nod so deep it was almost a bow before trotting his mare Sunset back down to the greater group.
Wildhoof. She smirked a bit at the new moniker though she was grateful that it had earned her so much respect among her kinsmen. Young Callum, in all of his 16 years of wisdom, had gone from a wise-cracking jester to a stone-stern young man when he’d seen how she handled her axe, nigh desperate to follow in her footsteps despite there being many differences in size and strength between them. For the first time since she began leading them, a Ranging had gone nearest to perfect as it ever has. Within a few turns of the sun since leaving their village of Greenharl, they’d located a relatively healthy herd of horses and been able to wrangle them into obedience relatively quickly by subduing their lead stallion whom she was trying her best to find a name for.
Slate, maybe. Rockslide, Rockfall. I can’t have TWO Avalanches or that will just be confusing.
Nothing was nearly as confusing as the fact that she could see blackness on the shoreline from her vantage point upon the Tumble, which drew her eyes back in the southerly direction. She had expected bandits or beasts while Ranging for horseflesh and while they had encountered neither, for which she graciously thanked the Lord of Hooves and the Green Lady for their favor, the blackness on the shore had put a furrow in her brow. Greenharl was hailed on this continent and the next two for their trained horses; their peoples had once been nomads who lived and died in the saddle before deciding to settle upon the Greenharl Steppe, founding their namesake village. It seemed that they had a deeper connection with the great beasts although some were able to branch off into taming other creatures, much to the delight or chagrin of their kinsmen. Come the Great Summer Market in Downehaven, these beasts would see them returning to the village laden with coin and materials to help sustain them through the winters on the steppe. Their generations of taming wild horses meant they knew how many they could or could not take from the Arched Plains else they would lose one of their best sources of income.
As the Wildhoof was considering the prospects of procuring horses and other creatures from the differing regions to incorporate into their breeding stocks, never seemed to leave the strip of black shore, calling back to memory her first time encountering its origin point. When she was but a lass of 14, the Wildhoof and a group of other equally green riders were taken on their First Rideout by Mentor Aedwin in order to learn proper behaviors for the Rangings, lasting about five turns of the sun in order to visit the most important places of the Arching Plains which last included a distanced viewing of the Blackplains or The Black Eye as some called it. The Arching Plains were aptly named so for the way they curled about this large swath of colorless land though its true name has been as long lost as the peoples who built it and none have ever dared set foot there to find out what secrets were held within the towering castle they’d left behind in the middle of it. The Blackplain itself was named for the waist-high obsidian grass that grew end to end, being completely absent of any other type of plant life that could be observed. At the edge of the land’s well-defined but seemingly invisible barrier extended perfectly straight brick pathways that supposedly led directly to the castle at the very center but extending to the west was a small river of impossible darkness that reflected no light and gave no sound. It did not react to the wind nor did it flow naturally but all the same it touched the eastern side of the Great Lake Reillus, turning the water and shoreline pitch-dark where it met but did not extend further.
That was then. Now at 22 she could spy the blackness crawling up the shoreline from the Tumble far to the north and from the reports, it had almost completely enveloped the eastern side of the lake. It had seemingly stopped short of the South Reillus River but was still crawling north and the Wildhoof could not shake the wrongness she felt inside herself every time she thought of that creeping blackness enveloping the entire water system, perhaps even the plant life next. Bird, beast, and man alike all avoided coming near the blackened waters or grasses likely since it had lost its original name, but the time had come to put some effort into learning what this substance was and trying to curtail it as soon as possible. Anger and anxiety at her own helplessness knit a fine knot within her gut until she quickly realized that it was neither but the wrongness surging towards the group on the shore from the depths of the lake. What started as a greyish spot from the deep, crystalline waters danced jerkily through the water towards the last of the horses drinking their fill though they too began to perk up at the odd sensation. The grey stallion’s ears shot up and he trumpeted a warning to the herd below, drawing everyone’s attention at once. The Wildhoof pulled a carved whistle from within her shirt, giving it three blasts of warning while she undid the straps holding her axe to her Ranging kit.
“We’ve got trouble! Looks like a waterbask but something…something isn’t right with it! To arms!” she bellowed, nearly as loud as her stallion. The riders hastened to obey and herd the remaining horses away from the water but panic had set in and all was rapidly devolving to fearful chaos. The stallion reared and charged downhill without her behest, giving a roar of such fury that it reverberated within the Wildhoof’s very bones. Nearly 40 feet from the shoreline, the dark shape erupted from the water and sailed towards the panicked group, drawing horror from all who beheld such an unnatural being. Whereas the waterbask was normally an aquatic lizard of about 12 feet long with thickly striped pale blue skin, frilled neck gills, long tail finned like a tadpole’s, and four legs ending in webbed feet, this abomination could only be known for having been a waterbask. The head had been twisted onto its side, sporting three glowing eyes to each side while the small serrated teeth had grown deadly large and misshapen. The frills had extended up onto the back to create the makeshift wings that the horror now flew with while the torso has sprouted an extra set of legs now turned spindly like a spider with huge hooks at the end of all six legs, explaining the jerky movements in the water. The skin had become a pebbly, sickly greyish mess that seemingly hung loosely on its frame except on the tail, which had turned horizontally and bisected the main fin into two to help it fly. At nearly double the size and triple the length of the average waterbask, it could only be described as majestically monstrous in its own abhorrent glory.
Until it landed on the back of the nearest horse, a nearly white dappled stallion in the throes of panic, and cleanly bit off it’s head with a single snap of its jaws. The riders were nearly thrown as their mounts bucked and kicked in fear and the rest of the herd began to stampede away all while Cheilla Wildhoof and her mount charged at the abominable creature with longaxe held ready and bloodrage rising. The creature lashed out with those terrible hooked feet, scoring deadly wounds on a few of the fleeing horses, their cries of fear and pain putting speed to the grey stallion’s hooves. It watched the pair approach and readied wings to lift off before they were punched through with arrows, drawing pained shrieks and scattered offal from the beast. The riders that had regained control of their mounts attempted to fill the beast full of arrows in between their war cries but the seemingly sloughing pebbled skin was tougher that it first appeared. It gave a growling snort and horked a ball of multicolored ball of phlegm at one of the riders, a woman by the name of Karrsith astride a golden gelding, which struck her directly in the chest and began melting through metal, wood, and flesh alike. She barely had time to give an unforgettable scream of death before her parts of her and her horse liquified into watery multicolored sludge. The others faltered immediately, nearly dropping their weapons in an effort to flee for their lives, while the creature gave a sickeningly triumphant cry.
Then all of the legs on the left side of its body became completely separated by the screaming steel of the longaxe Avalanche, bringing the already misshapen creature crashing to the ground with torrents of painful screaming and blackened blood spewing everywhere. Cheilla dismounted her stallion swinging the axe, the momentum carrying her away from the spray to the end of the tail. She sprinted up onto the back of the beast with her own war cry filling her lungs, severing gill-wings and limbs in a whirlwind of death before hacking once, twice, thrice into the thick neck, drenching herself in the astonishingly cold black blood of her opponent as the massive head crashed to the ground. It wasn’t until she stopped hacking away at the body that she realized she had nearly shattered the haft of her prized axe, splinters ripping through the riding glove at left palm without even registering the pain. Her throat had torn raw from her bloodrage-turned-despair fueled bellowing after watching her kinsman die horribly at the wretched claws of such an abomination yet she carried on until she noticed she could see her breath in the air. The blood was starting to freeze on her body in the middle of warm daylight, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. Thinking quickly, she turned towards the lake in order to jump in and wash the blood off before dismissing the notion; if this demonic liquid was doing this to her, what would it do to the ecosystem around her if she let it? The cacophony of riders and horses seemed to shrink away from her as she collapsed to her knees, her breath coming out in staggered clouds squeezed from her desperate lungs.
OH. OHHHHH-HO.
W-what? What was that? Cheilla thought sluggishly as her body began to frost over. As suddenly as the cold had started, it stopped. The frost in her breath lessened as warmth began returning to her though she still shivered uncontrollably. The black blood that drenched her suddenly moved with its own force, pulling itself from body to leave her dry and unmarked where it once lay. It massed towards her left shoulder before flowing down her arm to form a rubbery but crystalline shell around it from elbow to palm, eating away all foreign material in the way and leaving her fingers completely exposed. Before she could finish registering her confusion, the voice once again sounded in her head as a large eye opened up on her palm in the midst of the rubbery black blood. It radiated light in a thousand colors as it curved upwards in exuberance.
OHHHH-HO-HO. YOU. YOU ARE ONE.
There was pinch in her palm where the splinters of her axe had already torn open the skin followed by a wave of pain so great that the world around Cheilla simply turned to mist and fell away into nothingness.
XP/98 remix
ok what the fuck
It sounds like some digital boss theme
I had to draw this.
u gotta get less misanthropic I'm not kidding
especially now with all the bullshit going on in Kansas, in Texas, in Iran, with Israel and Palestine, this ICE shit, this Epstein shit, it is essential to remember that evil and violence is not the natural state of humanity. this is not what humanity is like. if it was, there would be no reason to be disgusted or fight against it. most people are good and decent, and are victims of this, and by reducing it to a "carte blanche humanity is fucked anyway" you are casting aside the good, decent, loving people with rich inner lives who these cowardly fucks think are disposable
"i would kill a pedophile to protect my child" ok but would you teach your child how to say no? even to adults? even to adults you like? would you teach your child the words "penis" and "vulva" and then use them? would you let them ask questions about their body? would you answer them honestly? would you learn how to cope with your feelings when you talk about human bodies, so they don't feel ashamed? would you set a positive example for how you talk about your body? would you tell your child they don't have to hug or kiss anyone? would you tell your family the same? would you stand by them when they refuse to hug someone? even someone you know has never done anything to hurt them? would you let your child avoid food they don't like? would you let you child avoid people they don't like? would you believe them? would you sit in the discomfort of not knowing all the answers and not take it out on them? would you love your child the same if someone did hurt them? would you make them feel valued just as they are? would you let them talk to doctors or nurses in private? would you let them express their feelings? would you show interest in their life? would you let your child say no to you? would you help your child feel safe coming to you when they make a mistake? would you apologize to your child? would you believe them? would you put aside your anger to focus on what would make your child feel safe and loved? would you put your ego aside for your child? would you take your child's concerns seriously? would you listen to your child? would you believe them?
I would both do all those things AND kill a pedo to protect my child, if I had to.
Yesss
i'm gonna add this comment by @papercrane:
"Maya angelou's family killed a pedophile that raped her, and that just traumatized her more. "I thought that I had caused the man’s death, because I had spoken his name. That was my seven-and-a-half-year logic. So I stopped talking for five years." Read I know why the caged bird sings."
and here is my comment:
the fantasy of killing a pedophile to defend your child is... an escape from reality. as with all fantasies where a single act of violence stands for a lifetime of effortful care. it lets us off the hook for the day to day labor of actually protecting the human beings around us. it gives us an excuse to look away from what abuse actually looks like.
it allows us to ignore that setting boundaries is a daily practice. it allows us to ignore the subtle ways in which we punish children for having boundaries. it allows us not to think about things we can do, the effort we can put in, in smaller repeated ways, to be kind and caring. to be safe to talk to.
it is a grand gesture that, were you to actually go through with it, would neither prevent the harm that you fear nor help your child to heal from it. it is an idea with no bearing on reality for 99.99% of people, while rape and abuse are a reality for a large fraction of people.
it is not useful to imagine killing a pedophile. it is not useful to claim you would kill a pedophile. it wouldn't be useful to actually attempt to kill a pedophile in almost any situation.
it is useful to think about how you can help your child know they can get help. they can say no. they can tell adults to stop. they deserve to be comfortable. they deserve to be informed.
the entire point of the post is that your child will not be saved by your imagined wrath. the entire point is that your day to day actions, and your attitude towards children as people, are more impactful to your child's well-being. far more realistic. more important.
not least because your child doesn't need you to be wrathful. they need your love. they need care. they need attention.
meanwhile, the public performance of wanting to kill child abusers doesn't do anything to child abusers. most child abusers believe they are doing the right thing for their children.
saying you want to kill abusers doesn't signal anything good to children, either. as others have said, it makes children more afraid to speak up and ask for help. that might be their mom, their coach, their troop leader. it gives those abusers leverage; the children cannot tell if they want things to be stable.
and it makes it harder for adults to BELIEVE children, too! because if their child was really abused, then they've staked their honor on committing that violence, even if it was against their brother or spouse or grandpa or pastor or neighbor or their other kid's favorite babysitter. and if they don't want to do that, well... then they must decide whether they believe completely their child, or whether their child's boundaries must really be respected, or... if maybe it's impossible to know.
how many abuse survivors have tried to disclose, only to be told that so-and-so wouldn't do that, or they didn't mean it, because so-and-so loves you and we all like so-and-so. this dichotomy goes both ways, psychologically. if a child abuser is entirely evil and has to be killed, then someone who's not entirely evil and i don't want to kill can't be a child abuser. this must be something else. there must be a mistake.
you can not adequately protect your children from abuse if you hold on to this idea. i am telling you. your insistence that killing pedophiles will protect your children is holding you back. it is not useful. it is not cute to talk about how much you want to do a single act of violence to abusers as if that would ever be enough to outrun the culture of abuse and the dehumanization of children in our society. you cannot cling to this like a talisman that would ward off any harm your children may come to. you cannot escape reality by telling yourself you'd be a total badass and kill that bad guy dead. this is not helpful.
It’s been a long couple of months but I got the sheep game and it’s a menace to my sleep schedule. I love it tho💖🗡️🐑a kirin is rocking up to a little function in the woods, okay!? The Kirin and the Teal Crown🐉🦌👑
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