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@silverislander
Which of the seven deadly sins do you think represents you the LEAST?
envy
gluttony
greed
lust
pride
sloth
wrath
Which of the seven deadly sins do you think represents you the LEAST?
envy
gluttony
greed
lust
pride
sloth
wrath
they need to come up with more words like necrosis and miasma and mausoleum and cadaver and morose and decrepit and stuff like that just so metal bands can expand their vocabulary
english major macklemore: i read your granddad’s prose
therapist macklemore: i hear your granddad’s woes
coffee enthusiast macklemore: i drink your granddad’s joes
body mod shop owner macklemore: i pierce your granddad’s nose
pizza chef macklemore: i knead your granddad’s doughs
television network executive macklemore: i make your granddad’s shows
wildlife rehabilitator macklemore: i feed your granddad’s crows
blanket maker macklemore: i knit your granddad’s throws
sir mackle the more, knight of the great kingdom of seattle: i slay your granddad’s foes
rapper macklemore: i spit your granddad’s flows
NUMBER OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE REBLOGGED THIS WITH AN ADDITION INCLUDING “TOES”: 7
stage manager macklemore: i cue your granddad's go's
surprisingly forward-thinking of jim henson and co. to make a female character in the 70's that's allowed to be loud-mouthed and violent and kind of overwhelmingly romantic and even a huge bitch at times and not have a moment where any character asks her to change
going through all the muppet movies in a row made me realize that like. miss piggy was made in the 70's. and it's so rare even today to have a character like her. she's loud, she's selfish, she's funny, she's extremely vain, she's obsessed with romance, she's violent, she's kind of annoying, and there's not a single moment in any of these films where she's asked to tone down any of these personality traits. i am not joking when i say that miss piggy might be one of the best treated female characters ever written
they don't tell you this but when an event is advertised as "for all ages" they mean kids. they mean kids. if you, a grown-up, show up expecting to do the arts'n'crafts, you're the weirdo. even though they said "all ages."
I can make another mean looking woman with dark eyeshadow. As a treat
I saw some people mentioning they'd like to hear more about her, so I thought it'd be nice to share a few things :] 💗 I don't have a whole lot of lore yet, but this is what I do have so far:
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☆ She's usually pretty blunt, likes to say exactly what she's thinking without dancing around her point. It's not that she *can't* be polite, it's just that she usually feels like there's no point to it.
☆Used to be a healer, a sort of "village witch" living in the outskirts of a small village with her mentor. They moved around a lot in the past, mostly when Emma was a child so it'd be easier to keep her curse hidden, but in her later adult years they settled down in one village and she spent a long time getting to know the people who lived there and taking care of them. She's used to people who might not always be the nicest, or the most polite, but who need help, who have a lot of ailments of body and soul and a lot of stories to tell. She's learned to be very straightforward and assertive, but also to be kind, and to listen.
☆Her experience with people also made her a very perceptive person and a good judge of character.
☆Has an initial dislike for city folk, thinks most of them are full of themselves. Especially the people in Eridia.
☆Hates being ordered around or commanded to do anything. Might still obey certain people for the sake of survival, but she'll be quick to turn on them if given the opportunity.
☆Loves to collect odd little trinkets and shiny objects, especially if they can be used for alchemy or spellcasting (but also enjoys hoarding many of them just for the hell of it). Really enjoys gift shops.
☆She's in her late 20s to early 30s.
☆Loves critters, especially rats, bugs and frogs, but also gets along with cats and dogs. Really enjoys animals in general. She knows a little bit of veterinary medicine.
☆Also has a lot of technical knowledge about soulless physiology. Has definitely dissected at least one of them before.
☆Very curious, and has no qualms about dabbling in forbidden schools of magic or dark arts of any sort. It's that little bit of a lack of academic ethics that she inherited from her mentor <3
☆She's gotten away from her mentor, but has mixed feelings about her. Emma sees her like a mother, and partially hates her for what she did, but also partially still loves her and secretly hopes she'll someday find her, apologize, and try to make it up to her. It's a naive wish, more of a fantasy than anything, but one she still holds close to her heart.
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“it’s okay for girls to be feminine” as if anyone in the history of humanity has ever told them it’s not, meanwhile butches and tomboys are a critically endangered species. girl, the reason you feel bad about being feminine is because you’re a girl, not because you’re feminine. men as a social class will hate you and everything they associate with women, because they hate women. but rest assured, women are still expected to perform femininity, because women performing femininity caters to men. that is what it is designed for. that is its social purpose to reinforce the gender hierarchy and men as the top social class. femininity is built on women’s ability to endlessly serve men with their labor, particularly menial and undesirable household tasks, emotional labor, and sexual labor. men see femininity as beneath them and worthy of mockery because it’s meant to cater to them. of course they see it as beneath them, they designed it that way. but if women don’t perform femininity the way they want, they mock it, because the whole point of femininity is to cater to men. that includes putting women down to ‘keep them in their place’, even women reinforcing the status quo.
that is why masculine women are far more socially stigmatized. they aren’t catering to the dominant gender class, so men despise masculine women. they’ll mock some feminine women for not catering to their specific ideals and kinks, but masculine women don’t fulfil the assigned social role of footstool nurse nymph cook servant mother punching bag, so men hate them and want an example made of them.
so get a grip. you don’t need positivity posts about how it’s okay to be feminine. not just because it’s constantly reinforced everywhere you look. but also because nearly all aspects of femininity are a psyop meant to condition women to cater to men. you should unlearn that shit. and for the love of god. stop telling girls “it’s okay to be feminine.” they fucking know. they’re told being feminine is the only option. you should be telling girls it’s okay to be masculine. because i promise you, no one else is.
does anyone else remember being a hapless american child looking at the prices of books on the inside flap and wondering. do we just hate canadians? this book is $8 here and $13 there, that feels..... mean somehow
We all agree, right?
AI to write your novel is wrong
A bargain with a demon to write your novel is okay
Only if you specify in the contract that the demon can't use chat-GPT
I've been thinking about this - and why asking the demon is also a bad idea
Tartini was a composer and violin teacher and no one respected him, he was generally broke, and he started having weird dreams in which the devil asked him to teach him violin
despite being catholic tartini agreed - although everything told him this was a bad idea
so he taught the devil violin in his dreams and when he had taught him everything he knew the devil offered him payment, he played an original composition in his dream
Tartini woke up weeping and struggled to write it down
we have a historical version of "couldn't remember the greatest song in the world, this is just its tribute", and the song he wrote down made him "Sonata in G Minor, aka the devil's trill" it's usually played by 2 violinists because it's evil difficult,
now imagine you make a deal with the devil to write your novel, he writes it but only lets you read it in a dream and you have to transcribe it from memory the next day.... 150k of the best prose and plot you've ever seen in your life and you have to remember it
chatgpt is evil, but that's just mean
That's every novel. That happens to me any time I manage to get more than four hours' sleep at once.
ik she does NOT play about her kindle fire
btw if i was doing the modern carrie retelling. i wouldn't do what the guy is doing. but i would make carrie's mother still religious and abusive but she's also one of those fundie influencers who mommyblog and post their kids. and when carrie gets her period it's not at school but it's a tiktok her mother made about it that everyone sees. and carrie explodes every person's phone who looked at it and it blows up in their face. and she's still fat
having a lot of fun making these
QUIZ TIME!! Take this quiz, then come back and answer the poll!
100 Different 'Pokemon' will be shown to you. Choose if you think they are FAKE or REAL. Goal is to get a high score so you can brag to ever
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100%! (You're one smart cookie!)
I'll never forget my first pride.
I can't remember my actual age, but it was in the range of 10 to 13 I think. my parents had dragged me to a Pride festival, and walked across the street from the main event, across where the lines were drawn, to where a sea of people in red shirts that read "god has a better way" tried to drown out the celebration with speakers blasting christian music, and shouting and loud praying.
the leaders pulled all us kids to the side and gave us the spiel. they told us how the rainbow had been stolen from us, and that these people were tricked by the devil and just needed prayer, but that if we didn't save them, they were going to hell.
I rolled my eyes because I already didn't believe in god, and although I barely knew what being gay was, I knew my parents were usually on the Wrong side of things, and I shouldn't be siding with them.
"We aren't allowed over there if we're wearing the red shirts," the leaders told us, "so we're sending people over in secret without them so you can pass out tracts and pray for people. they won't talk to us, but they'll talk to the kids. does anyone want to volunteer?"
the people in red shirts disgusted me. the people on the other side of the line were cheering and having fun. I raised my hand.
we were supposed to go in groups with young adults, to make sure we were doing what we were supposed to be. I wandered off the minute I could and stood nervously at the edge of a crowd, watching on as people went by, happy and unbothered by the protests across the street. I felt a little pride myself in tricking the protestors into giving up a witness spot to me, when I was going to smile on and think profanities at god instead.
there was an older woman standing outside the crowd too. she asked if I was here with anyone, a girlfriend maybe? I said no, my parents were across the street. she nodded, and said she was here with her kid. a daughter, that she came to support, but couldn't keep up with in the crowd.
I almost cried. I told her how amazing that was, because I couldn't imagine my mother showing support like that to me over anything, much less something as serious as Being Gay. I imagined if I was gay, and at a pride event just like now, but this time because I Belong.
I knew automatically that my mother, without a doubt, would still be in the same place, across the street.
I got hungry after a bit, and tried to find a good food truck. I had a little money and I was unused to being on my own like this, but I didn't want to go back to the Other Side. I knew now without a shadow of a doubt, this was the Good side and that was the Bad side.
as I was eating the gyro I got, there was a stream of red shirted protestors trickling through; I had reached the end of the boundaries, and the protestors were allowed in here. I backed up a little, spotting my dad among them. I didn't want him to tell me to go back.
there was a line of women closing ranks around the Pride attendees, separating them from the protesters as they walked through. they spread their arms out and told every person the protesters spoke to that they were not obligated to respond, they could walk away and not engage.
my dad spotted me back, and made a beeline over. he couldn't cross over because a butch lesbian stood between us. I didn't know what those words meant, but I never forgot the buttons she was wearing.
he tried to tell me that it was time to go. "you're not obligated to speak to him," the butch said, cutting him off and edging further between us. I smiled at her, a little in wonderment. no one had ever told me that I didn't have to speak to my parents, or do anything other than blindly obey them. I watched my dad get held behind a line by a woman half his height, with no intention on letting him get to me, and I smiled and walked away.
I didn't have a clue who I was then, and I wouldn't for a good few years to come. but I never forgot the supportive mother, who symbolized to me everything a mother should be, that mine, for all her religious self righteousness, would never hold a candle to. I never forgot that she was the person I wanted to be, and my mother was the person I did not want to be.
I never forgot the butch who stood between me and my dad, and for the first time ever, put the idea in my head that I was ALLOWED to make my own choices in my beliefs, and made me feel protected in a way I hadn't known I needed.
the image of her standing between me and my dad, being a physical barrier to protect me against any potential threat, that inspired the image of who I admired and wanted to become. it inspired the version of me who could stand up to my dad - to the point that I could hold my ground and educate him enough that over a decade later, he walked side by side with me at a pride festival, with no intent of witnessing to or condemning anybody.
pride month may be over, but the impact this month and these events can have is so damn important. I became who I am because of two people I met at a pride festival. I'll never forget.
hey everyone, just curious:
what is everyone's criteria for blocking people?
lesbian poll suggestion: were you ever in love with your childhood best friend and was it mutual? options: i was and it was mutual. i was and it wasn't mutual/unsure if it was mutual. i wasn't, but they were in love with me. i wasn't and neither were they/i am unsure if they were. i am unsure of how either or both of us felt about each other. obligatory "didn't have a childhood best friend" button. (bonus points for including stories in the tags about if y'all ever dated, had a bit of a "homoerotic" situation happening, or had a messy friendship breakup because i'm messy and nosy lmao)
Lesbians only: Were you ever in love with a childhood friend, and was it mutual?
I was and it was mutual
I was and it wasn't mutual
I was but I'm unsure if it was mutual
I wasn't but they had feelings for me
This didn't happen to me for whatever reason
I didn't have feelings for them but I'm unsure if they did
I tried to streamline the answers a bit, I hope you don't mind
Thanks for the ask
If given the chance to change your height, would you want to
(4'11" or under) be taller
(4'11" or under) be shorter
(4'11" or under) stay the same
(5' - 5'7") be taller
(5' - 5'7") be shorter
(5' - 5'7") stay the same
(5'8" - 6'2") be taller
(5'8" - 6'2") be shorter
(5'8" - 6'2") stay the same
(6'3 or more) be taller
(6'3 or more) be shorter
(6'3 or more) stay the same
