i hope every touhou artist ever draws momoyo at least once. if youre an artist and youve drawn momoyo please show me or reblog this to show me </333 MOMOYO LOVE FOREVER!!!!
just woke up from an insane migraine dream where instead of shaking hands you were supposed to hold out a small wet cube of firm jelly between your thumb and forefinger and make the other person touch it. it is a really good thing i am not the abbess of a 13th century nunnery bc what kind of things i'd be interpreting as a sign from god are anyone's guess
"Mother," she asked shyly, poking her head into the Queen's study. "Could you, ah, tell me a story?"
The Queen stared at Princess Zelda blankly for a moment, and the princess could not help but worry if she hadn't thought it through. Then, as if to silence her unspoken thoughts, the Queen's face broke into a smile like the curve of the moon. "Of course, darling. It just so happens that I have quite the free afternoon, shall I send for some tea?"
I'd say I'm pretty happy with this little fic I wrote a bit ago! Forgot to post something about it on here, of course, but whatever, lol.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Once again, I regrettably remember that I do, in fact, have a Tumblr.
Also unrelated I posted a new ficlet that I forgot I had lying around, go read it. If you want. I don't care. You do you. Have a good day.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fic under the cut if you want to read it on tumblr because internalized self loathing or something.
All went well enough. Link arrived at the shrine of resurrection safely thanks to Robbie and Purah, the Master Sword was safely returned to heal and recover energy, and Zelda felt she did a pretty handy job of barging into the ruined castle like she owned the Hylia-damnned place (she does!)
Kicking in the grand doors of the sanctum was worth it even if it made her heel hurt a little. She had always wanted to do that. Not that she got a reaction from Calamity Ganon, that stupid demon pig just roared and charged her. Of course, the thing couldn't scarcely touch her with all the divine gold radiating off her skin. Extending her power outwards, Zelda sealed the as much of the calamity into the throne room with her as she could, pulling a secondary barrier up around the castle itself. It would not escape, never.
To be honest, Zelda had never really thought about what would happen to her body as she sealed the calamity. She certainly did not assume she would feel it be consumed by malice. She could feel it burn and bubble away, agony that she could not scream for. She hated to know that her Hyrulian bones were somewhere within the sealed malice, bleached black. In a morbid way, she supposes, it gives her comfort that she is not alone in this. So many innocent lives across Hyrule, snuffed out in the most agonizing way possible. It gave her rage, rage that spurred her farther, rage that pushed her to seal the calamity harder and harder. It would not escape, never.
Six years in she found she could push her 'sight' - for it was not sight- outside her magic and look over what few loved ones she still had. She did not dare to search the Great Plateau, she did not want her dedication shattered if Link was rotting in his ancient grave. Seventeen years in, she realized she could feel a truly familiar soul in Zora's Domain, constantly swamped in pain and fear. Against her better judgement, she eventually sent her soul- for that was the sight was, her Hylia-touched soul- to see if her fears were correct and, almost devastatingly, they were. Mipha was still alive within Vah Ruta, albeit trapped and hunted at every second her heart still beat. Covered in blood- both her own and that of the Blight that hunted her- and scars, the Zora Champion fought on, trapped in the divine beast by some twisted version of Zelda's own spell. The Princess- or was she Queen now?- fought on, using her rage that the calamity took inspiration from her to further fuel herself. It would not escape, never.
Nineteen years now, and Zelda could finally trust herself to send tendrils of soul towards the Great Plateau. She could… she could feel two souls. One faded and ungrounded, one grounded and gaining strength but little else. The faded soul was her father and Zelda felt nothing when she realized he was nothing more than a spirit. The grounded soul was hard to push her soul towards, but she eventually managed. Link. The golden light in the heart of Hyrule Castle's sanctum glowed twice as bright for a full month from that moment, for the shrine of resurrection was working! It would not escape, never.
From that point on Zelda pushed her soul as close to Link's as she could, trying to give the champion some comfort as he healed. She could feel it helping, taking some of the burden off of the knight's soul. But slowly, oh oh oh so slowly, Zelda forgot. Little things, at first. Her favorite color- that champion blue- might have been the first to go, at least that she noticed. But she could not bring herself to pull her soul away from Link or to stop her occasional visits to Mipha, trying to give the Zora any sense of comfort in her endless battle. It would not escape, never.
She would keep forgetting, over a hundred years. Eventually the Zora Champion's unbreakable resolve was shattered, though she lasted a great many years longer than any of the other champions. Zelda couldn't remember why the lack of a soul within Vah Ruta hurt her so badly. She would miss Impa's daughter's birth and death, but still sent warm feelings to the elder, even though she couldn't remember a thing about the woman. She couldn't remember why the sleeping champion brought her so much hope and warmth, but letting her soul mingle with his made keeping the calamitous monstrosity sealed easier, so she continued. One day, as the sun crested the horizon and streamed through gritty stained glass, she finally forgot her name.
ACTION ALERT: THE FOREST SERVICE’S OBLIGATIONS TO TRANSPARENCY AND ENVIRONMENTAL SUSTAINABILITY HAVE BEEN GUTTED. SPEAK OUT BY AUGUST 4. Upd
Hey, we've got another public comment period with a rapidly approaching deadline here in the United States! Short version is that the Department of Agriculture, which manages the U.S. Forest Service, has severely curtailed its obligation to public outreach and comment on its activities, to include timber sales and environmental impact reports. The foundation of a democracy is in the power of the voices of the people, and this decision circumvents our ability to give feedback on Forest Service decisions.
That means that it will be easier for the Forest Service to clearcut old-growth forests regardless of the ecological impact, and make it easier for profiteers to exploit the natural resources of these publicly owned lands. This decision was made to benefit the few, not the many, and it's blatantly obvious.
The deadline to make a public comment on this disastrous decision is August 4. Please get the word out!
ITHACA, N.Y. — The Museum of the Earth, one of the last natural history museums in Upstate New York, faces an imminent threat of foreclosure
If you have ever been tempted by a Paleozoic Pal, like a a stuffed trilobite or a full size eurypterid body pillow, now's the time to buy one, before they and a really lovely little museum are gone for good 😭😭😭
Paleozoic Pals™ Paleozoic Pals™ are the Paleontological Research Institution’s line of plush fossils. The Paleozoic is the era before dinosa
This was the museum I went to often in my childhood. I'm no longer able to visit unless I visit family, but this place holds a special place in my heart.
As stated in the article, they hold around 7 million artifacts- many of which are orphaned fossils, with the museum taking in collections that otherwise would have been trashed.
Please consider buying a Paleozoic Pal, but I'll also leave a direct donation link as well.
I JUST WENT INTO A FUGUE STATE AND BOUGHT ME A 16 INCH CUDDLE BUDDY WITH PLATED TEETH!! DUNKIE, MY BELOVED!!
Screeching aside, anyone who can afford to, go look through their shop! They got clothes, and cute gifts, and books and all kinds of other awesome stuff! Ye, the shipping sucks, but we need to keep our museums alive! (the good ones, not the British Museum of Thievery XP)
HE’S HERE! MY BIG BOY IS HERE!! (And yes he is my BIG boy despite only being 16 inches, you shush!)
He took nearly a month to get here, but that’s because of ALL THE ORDERS THEY’VE BEEN GETTING! OVER 1800 ORDERS! This is why I love the online community!!
Now if you don’t mind I’m going to tuck Duncan into my sweater and go work on the piles of stuff I still have to do 😅
For anyone curious what's happening with the PRI they're digging themselves out! An anonymous donor gave them $1 mn which they used to secure a stay on the forclosure for the rest of the year and they're approximately a third of the way to buying their way out of the mortgage.
ITHACA, N.Y. — Following a surge of donations sparked by The Ithaca Voice’s reporting, the Museum of the Earth — one of the last natural his
Last night I was chatting with a friend and I was suddenly struck with the inspiration to write a goofy little blurb about windbombing or whatever for my fic Shattered Body.
A circular, glowing blue, bomb rests in an area of freshly cut grass, slowly wobbling back and forth. Its glowing, square, counterpart is balanced on top, wobbling even more than the circle bomb. Balanced on top of both of them, their arms out wide and a grin on their face, is Link, dressed in casual Sheikah clothes.
Off to the side, a safe enough distance away, Paya looks out past a mossy boulder. She's clasping a hand in front of her face, the look in her eyes equal parts concerned and incredulous.
"Are you sure?"
"Mmhm!"
"Okay, Link."
They flash her a thumbs up, then quickly rebalance themself.
"Three."
They brace their legs.
"Two."
Paya gently thumbs the button on the slate, her pointer already holding the trigger down.
"One."
They grin, wild and unhylian.
"Go," says Paya, pressing the button down as the word leaves her mouth.
The sound of a Sheikah tech bomb exploding will never not be weird to Paya, with how different it is to a bomb arrow's blast. No hiss of fuse and fire, just the hum of that blue magic and the wall of force blasting outwards. Wind rushes through her loose hair as the circle bomb explodes, sending the square bomb, and subsequently, Link, rocketing into the air at speed.
"No fucking way," murmurs Paya, an involuntary smile plastered on her face. "It WORKED!"
She drops the slate to the ground to shield her eyes from the sun and scans the sky for the hero, standing as she does. After a moment of searching, she spots Link floating back down on their paraglider, seemingly after being thrown relatively high into the air. Their distant laugh catches on her ears and can't stop from flapping her hands, a happy laugh pealing off her lips as well.
Can anybody give these old-ass Democrats protest lessons? They're acting like they're still living in pre-2015 politics when the GOP gave a shit and wasn't deranged.
A member gets up and starts shouting: All get up and shout with him.
Don't walk out: MAKE them carry you all out, not shutting up the entire time. I'm serious, go limp, be dead weight.
Putin's Puppet says a provable lie: Everyone chant "LIE" in unison for a solid minute instead of holding pitiful little signs in front of a man who can't read above a 3rd grade level.
Have someone who knows ASL sitting with you, interpreting everything in full view.
If you're gonna hold signs, make them BIG like you're actually trying to do something. Have them in multiple languages.
Make other signs that say clever or cutting things that will make him rage for days. "DOESN'T OLD TRUMP LOOK TIRED?" or "PUPPET PRESIDENT" or "EVERYONE IS FACT-CHECKING THIS SPEECH TRUMP DIDN'T WRITE" or "THE EMPEROR HAS NO CLOTHES" or his current tanking approval rating next to a laughing emoji.
Make a stink every day in congress, throw as many bills as you can on the floor even if they go nowhere, look like you're trying.
Have someone, idk maybe someone you actually want to boost for President in 3 gd years, be your voice of opposition in the media, loudly complaining and telling the facts, every single day. Let the people know you're there!
How hard is this? There's probably better suggestions than mine if they actually hired seasoned protestors or behaviorists/psychologists or even the biggest teenage troll they can find on a messageboard.
The Emperor Has No Clothes. So fucking act like it.
It’s actually pretty nuts how there is no real mass media coverage of the protests that are happening all over the US. It demonstrates fairly conclusively that the unlawful activities at the White House aren’t just limited to Trump. There’s a lot of wealthy people in powerful positions in the US and around the world helping to support the dismantling of the US federal government.
Hey everyone, I know it's going to be a busy day for a lot of people, but Google enrolled everyone over 18 into their AI program automatically.
If you have a google account, first go to gemini.google.com/extensions and turn everything off.
Then you need to go to myactivity.google.com/product/gemini and turn off all Gemini activity tracking. You do have to do them in that order to make sure it works.
Honestly, I'm not sure how long this will last, but this should keep Gemini off your projects for a bit.
I saw this over on bluesky and figured it would be good to spread on here. It only takes a few minutes to do.
Because this isn't mentioned above, also go to google.com/drive/settings and turn off all the annoying bits that interface directly with docs there.
This is all in the "privacy" tab of your settings. How fun that everything is hidden two layers deep. 🙄 This DOESN'T get rid of the stupid little star constantly asking you to use it, unfortunately, but that's what the picker in ublock is for. 😉
More detail instructions for OP's post for those who are confused. This is done from the browser on my laptop, I don't know what they look like on phones.
When you click the first link gemini.google.com/extensions, you need to click on the setting icon at the bottom, then choose "Extension", like this:
Scroll down a bit, you will see the options, turn them all off.
Then, you click on the second link myactivity.google.com/product/gemini, you'll see it tells you that it's already "turn off". NO! IT'S NOT! You have to click on that "Turn off" option, it'll drop down a menu like this:
Turn that thing off. Until that button shows you have to click to turn it back on like this:
And then, click on the delete button down there too, even if it says there's nothing to delete, just do it as a caution.
After you's done with those two. You go to your Drive, find the Setting button.
Click on the "Privacy" tab, choose the button "Manage Workspace smart feature setting"
Tick both of those off, then click Save. Or if you still want to use Google AI assistant for some reasons, please read the fine lines very very carefully.
Only then, you can feel safe enough with this force AI assistant bullshit. FOR NOW 🤡 All these steps still can't get rid of that Gemini blinkblink icon though >:(((((
can confirm it looks pretty much the same on mobile
if you already had your google account on the highest privacy settings possible (as i did with my main), gemini is off by default, there won't be anything in the extensions tab and you don't have to turn it off
but i did have to go through this process with my other accounts, so do check all of them
This is very much a restriction of movement. There has been multiple trans people who have said that when they tried to get their passport renewed they were denied it.
@/gentlereality on TikTok was denied a renewed passport , and she isn’t the only one who’s said this has happened to them.
After her story blew up and was reported by news networks she has finally been given approval to get a passport recently (and by recently I mean she posted an update 4 hours ago). This is only because her story got reach and she was able to get in contact with ACLU and a local congressperson to put pressure on the passport agency. Imagine what’s happening to the trans people being denied passports whose stories don’t get reach?
Following Trump's executive order saying there are only two sexes, trans Americans say they cannot obtain passports and face a 'travel ban'.
The International Criminal Court warrant against Benjamin Netanyahu is a major development towards real consequences for Israel's crimes against the Palestinian people, but it's still too early to say what will result from it. While the United States tries to obstruct international law, we can't lose sight of the most important thing in this conflict: The ongoing need to help the people who are still trapped in Gaza.
The situation on the ground right now is dire. The "alleged" war crimes are very much real, and very much affecting real people who have been deprived of shelter and basic necessities throughout the horrors of this genocide.
Ahed Alanqar is one of those people, having to provide for his three daughters in the midst of war crimes. To be clear, that is absolutely heroic. Surviving in these conditions by itself is hard enough, managing to scrape by enough to take care of three kids, ages 1, 6 and 9? That's already difficult without the war crimes!
Everything in Gaza is expensive and hard to find. Everything. There is no source of income, and Ahed and his family are reliant on donations to survive. This is something we can help with. This kind of direct support is how we can materially help, make an actual difference, and resist the war crimes while governments drag their feet.
Donate here. This fundraiser is vetted as number 229 on the Gazavetters list.
Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?
By helping to reblog my story, you could
save a family from death and war.🌹
Thank you very much🌸
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Of course!!! I'll do my best to make your voices heard🙏 may your family get to safety!! Sending thoughts and prayers
:just a heads up!! This post has alot of unrelated hashtags, for the sake of saving a family, I want this to reach alot of people. I apologize if its annoying to see this in unrelated hashtags, I hope you all understand that this needs urgent help🙏
i've been talking to sama @samaayyad15 over instagram and she needs your help. she's 15 years old and trapped in gaza. her mother suffers from health issues but has no access to medication due to the high prices. if you can donate to sama and her family please do so, and if not please at the very least share this post. remember that even small amounts go a long way.
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