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[geryone]

What tumblr fails to grasp is that I’m not interested in community groups for the things I like because fans of my favorite things are often very wrong about them

[anxeious]

[lycanthology]

i think one of the most important things you learn about making connections with others is that a significant portion of the time people just do not know theyre doing what theyre doing

[lycanthology]

sometimes someone is acting selfish because they just didnt think you had any interest in what theyre hogging. sometimes you dont get invited to the movies because your friend could have sworn that you said no. sometimes you think someone is mad at you because theyre bad at hiding how little sleep they got. we are all like little worlds that briefly crash into one another from time to time and we just arent physically capable of seeing the whole picture at once in those moments. and learning that really changed everything!

[foxofninetales]

In my head, I call this "vase of flowers" thinking.

See, when I started driving, I would get irritated by people who drove Soooo Slowly... like, the ones who slow down to 10 MPH to take a turn kind of slow. And then one day I was taking a vase of flowers to an event, and even though I'd strapped it in carefully you can bet I was taking the turns extra carefully to keep it from tipping over, slowing way down, and... oh.

And, like, there are definitely unpleasant people in the world. There are definitely people who are toxic, or just don't care about other people, or have a pattern of hurtful behavior. But there are a lot of people who are just trying to deliver a vase of flowers.

[moniquill]

Additional Maxim for dealing with fellow humans: Do not attribute to malice what can be explained by ignorance (or stupidity)

Do not presume that someone is Being A Dick On Purpose until they've proven it.

[sawheryesterday]

Additionally! People won’t know how you feel if you don’t explain it to them. If you can’t reasonably expected to be psychic, neither can others.

[red-garden]

Liu Qingge is getting nowhere with his courting attempts. Shen Qingqiu just isn’t getting it. He does not have plany of rope.

He has one option: Shang Qinghua

He steals himself before nocking on his least favorite martial brother’s door.

“Oh! Liu-shidi! What uhhhh…. What’s up?”

“I want to court Shen Qingqiu.”

“Come inside.”

As the little peak lord makes tea, Liu Qingge notices a definite shift in demeanor. Sitting down, he spreads over his chair in a most undignified fashion. “So you want my blessing to court my best friend.”

“What? No.”

Shang Qinghua looks miffed. “So why are you here?”

Liu Qingge grits his teeth. “He has not responded to any of my courting gifts,” deep breath, “You are closest to him. How do I make him fall for me?”

Shang Qinghua has been nodding along, stroking his chin as if he had a beard. “I see. I’m obligated to tell you as an emotionally mature adult that you can’t make someone love you. However. As Cucumber’s best friend and your shixiong, I know exactly what you need to do.”

Liu Qingge leans forward. “Yes?”

The little lord shrugs, nonchalant smile on his face. “Act pathetic! Act like you need his help soooo much and you can’t live without him! Trust me, he loves to mommy people.”

Liu Qingge raises an incredulous eyebrow. “What.”

“The most important step is to cry in front of him. He’d fuck a snake if it cried.”

Liu Qingge bristles with the insult to his intended. He knows Shen Qingqiu has a rather crass bond with Shang Qinghua so he lets it side. For now.

“And you’re sure this will work?”

“100% satisfaction garunteed. He needs to stop moping over his disciple, and to do that, he needs a new pathetic little guy to fuss over. You have my blessing shidi.”

———

Shang Qinghua’s horrible advice was working.

On his most recent monster delivery, Liu Qingge purposely let the beast catch him on the back of his hand. Drawing attention to it, Shen Qingqiu immediately brought him into the bamboo house, dressed the wound, and cooed over him the entire time. It was heavenly.

Next time he came by to clear Shen Qingqiu’s meridians, he trips over a chair, falling flat on his face. Not only did Shen Qingqiu tell him he was being so brave, he also kissed his forehead. Shen Qingqiu kissed him!

The plan was progressing, but he still hadn’t employed the supposedly most important strategy: crying.

Liu Qingge was a stoic man by nature. He hadn’t cried in…. Wow, decades. Huh.

He prepared well. An armload of onions to chop. Pepper flakes if that wasn’t enough.

He shows up to Shen Qingqiu’s door, face ruddy, eyes wet. He answers on the second nock. “Liu- oh! Liu-shidi, come inside come inside!”

He takes Liu Qingge by the shoulders and leads him to the couch. Sitting down next to him, Liu Qingge sniffs.

“Shidi, what happened? Is everything alright? Did you run into a pollen? Allergies? What can I do to help?”

Thickening his face, Liu Qingge wordlessly leans over, planting his face in the crook of Shen Yuan’s shoulder and encircling him in a hug.

“Oh!” Gasps Shen Qingqiu. He quickly embraces Liu Qingge back, petting his hair and shifting him to be more on his lap.

“There there shidi, I’ve got you. Do you want to tell me about it?”

Liu Qingge shakes his head. Being cradled like this is shockingly nice. It feels safe. Shen Qingqiu is warm, he’s humming, he smells like his favorite jasmine tea and incense. Liu Qingge starts to feel true tears prickle at his eyes, throat going tight. Maybe this cry was long overdue.

Shen Qingqiu hold him through it, rocking him back and forth, occasionally pressing kisses to his hair. He reassures him the whole time: “It’s okay, let it out.” “I’m so proud of you for coming to me.” “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Shang Qinghua was right.

[brofligate]

I'm watching Pingu right now and wow how did I forget that Pingu once tried to recreate the Tower of Babel.

[brofligate]

Would love to hear the Vatican's opinions on this.

[sapper-in-the-wire-old]

they are animals, and thus free of sin. In fact, doctrinally, animals give glory to God merely by existing so. Pingu’s fine

[brofligate]

But by creating a tower tall enough to reach God's kingdom, would they achieve sin?

[oblivionofthewise-deactivated20]

"At one famous trial in Autun, France, in 1522, some rats were charged with feloniously eating and wantonly destroying the province's barley crop and so were ordered to appear in court. “ if rats can commit crimes, penguins can sin

[sapper-in-the-wire-old]

That’s French courts though. France is a perversion of every law, moral, or truth known to man or heaven.

[doggendoodle]

[findher-ogg]

People really seem to discredit the fact that Karl being made tranquil is absolutely what drove Anders off the deep end and that makes me sad.

Like come on if your lover, who you had been endlessly searching for and promising for years that you'd help escape and love forever, was lobotomised and begged you to kill him in a few fleeting moments of actual consciousness, you'd blow up the institution that did that to him as well.

[cuprohastes]

About ten, fifteen years ago I wrote a story about a guy living in a Capitalist dystopia. His walls, furniture, and tableware are all covered in smart displays. Basically animated wallpaper. It's sold as being able to turn your room or objects into anything - A nice forest view, outer space, a fantasy realm... but the companies that run this stuff keep sneaking ads in.

It gets so bad he's always being woken up by adverts that offer insomnia cures and better bedding that play when he tries to sleep.

So he buys the ad-free tier, and it's great... for a few months. And then he starts getting adverts from 'premium partners'. So he goes up a level... and the same thing happens.

So he jailbreaks his wallpaper and sends all the ad servers to 0.0.0.0 and voila... he can sleep.

Until this SWAT team blows his door off and drag him off to jail. The Ad companies are suing him for loss of revenue for the products he' notionally have bought if he'd watched their adverts, based on some weird 'The average consumer buys X products with an average value of Y' calculation.

The judge is like 'well I dun wanna annoy the sponsors' so he RICO's this guy's house and possessions and sends him to jail.

... which is a nice relaxed non-volent offender jail for the corporately disenfranchised. But because these people have no money... there's no ads and now he's happy because the only place he's free... is in prison.

Which at the time was a bit much and now it's like: Called it.

Elon's suing companies for not advertising because he's losing revenue. He's also cranking the price of Ad Free Twitter. Disney and Amazon play adverts on their paid service when services used to be free because of the adverts... and now you have to pay to watch the adverts or go up a couple of tiers.

And google's going around freaking out about ad-blockers.

[alexaloraetheris]

OP did it hurt when Apollo's dodgeball hit you and made you write that story?

[barbwritesstuff]

So close LibreOffice! The word I was looking for was arsenal.

Thanks for the suggestion though.

[daily-spooky]

[stealingpotatoes]

i hauve a cold

[stealingpotatoes]

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Sound advice from yon cat who hath knowledge of healing and medicinal art

[clairedelune-13]

I love companions like Davrin and Anders, because they’re actually Grey Wardens.

I mean, sure, Anders left, but he can still sense darkspawn in the Deep Roads and if you don’t bring him with you at the end of act one, your sibling will die.

Davrin helps find blight boils in the environment and uses his Grey Warden superpowers, which is pretty cool.

I remember that one time in Inquisition when I was exploring and came across darkspawn and my inquisitor asks how many are around.

And fucking Blackwall just goes, “Uhhhh….”

🤣

[acelessthan3]

Posting faggot and queer like 2am gunshots to keep property values on my blog low and scare away assimilationist LGBTs who want to replace my empty lot full of native wildflowers with a 5-over-1 because they're too traumatized by their upbringing to accept the reality of our diverse marginalized community

[acelessthan3]

The dykes and trannies in the notes have informed me they would like to be included in this commentary on the homogenizing forces of gentrification within the queer community as represented by language discourse around "slur" reclamation

[selkiesparrow]

Zoozve, my beloved

[earhartsease]

everything perturbs everything and it's lovely

[scribbled-out]

It was approved!

[prokopetz]

“Generically medieval”, by which we mean our peerage is French, our castles are German, our weapons are Italian, and everybody speaks English.

[the-venereal-bede-deactivated20]

you can have religion in one of 2 flavors: “woo hoo aesthetic garnish” and “Sinister State Control in Bad Allegory for Problems in Modern Christianity”

[prokopetz]

Also, the latter is aesthetically French Catholic, theologically German Protestant, and has the institutional structure of the Church of Scientology.

[jasmiinitee-deactivated20210610]

not to mention that this land is simultaneously inhabited by thinly modified northern vikings (Nordic pre-medieval/9th century), travelling mongols (European medieval/13th century) and a wealthy italian merchant family with a house full of oil paintings (Southern European renaissance/15th century). the dance of the day is waltz (refined German 18th century country dance).

[marietheran-archived]

But it will only actually be called inaccurate if an adaptation chooses to add a Black person.

[cute-catts]

[jordanbolton]

To The Person Who Was Sitting Near Me On The Train - Jordan Bolton

My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is out Nov 7th and is available to pre-order here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky

[rosavaya]

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh