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Reblogs > likes. I did not paint this for nothing.
one of the oldest dbd comics I did :> (you can still probably find it on my long forgotten twitter page~)
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I know we haven't talked in a looong time but I'm remaking that Energy Drink Cookie minecraft skin. Want me to send it to you when I'm done?
sorry, i havent been on tumblr in ages. thatd be nice, yeah
Iโm probably going to get harassed for this post but. As a Jew who fully and entirely supports Palestinian liberation and is horrified by the carnage in Gaza and the crimes Israel has been committing for decades, please donโt use this terrifying situation as an excuse to share antisemetism. I have seen otherwise well meaning and completely helpful posts peppered with additions and wording such as โlying is in their(Israelis)bloodโ โIsraelโs dominion/control over the Westโ โAll Jews need to be held accountableโ calling any Jew they donโt like a Zionist, and other wording that bears similarities to Nazi dogwhistles shared around innocuously by people who I KNOW only want to help. Even by people sharing posts like โZionismโ Judiasmโ and โIsrael does not speak for the Jewsโ, which is true!! They donโt!! But it doesnโt stop a lot of antisemites from sharing posts that are basically just nazi dogma, but replacing โJewsโ with โIsraelisโ. The worst part is, it doesnโt help Palestinians at all. I understand that right now is terribly scary time, and that youโd want to get as much information as you can, help any way youโre able, and that weโre all being bombarded with posts from all kinds of sources, and that in the chaos, we can forget to check if what weโre sharing really has good intentions or not. Because thatโs what Nazis do, they feed off of your confusion in an attempt to get you to not look at the fine print and join their cause. The Nazis donโt care about Palestine, they only care about using this horrible tragedy to justify their hatred of Jews. And Jews arenโt Israel!! Israel, in fact, isnโt even on the side of most Jews (look up their rejection of Mizrahi/Sephardi/non Ashkenazi Jews). So yeah idk, random shittily written tangent. Fuck Nazis, free Palestine.
we all have that one homie that relates a little too hard to spinel from the steven universe movie
So within two days of each other, Fox News writes an article comparing aromanticism and asexuality to pedophilia, and then Matt Walsh releases a video saying asexuality is a mental illness and asexuals are tricking teenagers into having depression.
Not sure whatโs going on right now over in Conservative World, but itโs a hell of wild U-turn for them to suddenly switch fromย โOh no! The left is sexualizing our children!โ toย โOh no! The left is asexualizing our children!โ
Itโs a reminder, I guess, that theyโre coming for all of us. The fash and the white supremacists will not make nice distinctions between the queers when they put us up against the wall. There is no gatekeeping, no label-policing, no purity-purging and no assimilation that any of us can do that will save us. They want us dead, and while theyโll start with whoever is most vulnerable at any given time, theyโll get around to all of us eventually.
Queer solidarity means all of us because the fash are coming for all of us.
All Dividers are Feds. Stand united or die separately.
ANYONE who is trying to divide our community is a fucking Fed. That includes other queers who like to argue about who is and isnโt โallowedโ in our community.
the only exception to this take is pedophiles and zoophiles do not belong in our community.
This is actually a really good way to do the pay it forward thing. I hope this iteration catches on
All I need is for someone to gently cup my face and tell me I'm not as doomed as I feel.
reblog to gently cup your mutualโs face and tell them theyโre not as doomed as they feel
an incomplete collection of tweets i consider to be short poems
i have some too
I keep thinking about a post I saw the other day, and likely won't be able to find again, which proposed as a response to "you'll be fine if you have nothing to hide" the phrase:
" I have nothing to hide, but I don't trust your intentions and judgement"
Was it this one?
"I need privacy, not because my actions are questionable, but because your judgment and intentions are."
So just netflix then
Imagine how fucking weird this looks to people who donโt know about selkies
For context, a Selkie is a Celtic and Norse mythological creature that could switch between the form of a human and a seal by putting on or removing a magical seal pelt.
Bitch daughter/Bastard son
"Beware the Well of Shade, for the shadows run deep through its endless walls and twisting caverns" I've been messing around with this rig on and off for awhile, but I finally finished this little side project making a short scene in the style of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I've never been quite happy with how Starswirl the Bearded looked in the show when he finally appeared but, last year I happened upon a really cool fan design of Starswirl by the user Orin311 that I fell in love with. I decided to make a one view puppet rig this year directly based off their vector art as a surprise, complete with show style lip sync and a full walk cycle. One thing led to another in adding a background, a few illustrator texture brushes, multiple sound effects, re-purposing some old fire animation of mine and suddenly it became a whole completed scene. With such a cool wizard design, the choice for using Gandalf's voice to test the rig with was a no brainier. The background is based on the Well of Shade location in the Season 7 finale of MLP. I had a lot of fun making this and it was great practice for some future personal animation projects I wanna start next year! Credits for the character design and sound effects listed below
โHow many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?โ โ769.โ โโฆWhat?โ โ769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?โ
I sit on my throne, awaiting the arrival of the so-called hero into my chamber. All is silent in the chamber, empty save for me, and the low flickering of the flames that provide illumination. Then, all of a sudden, the โheroโ breaks down the door, and steps in, glaring at me.
โVasilia! For too long has your unholy conquest gone unchecked! I am here to stop you, to avenge the lives of the countless people you have slaughtered!โ
At this, I let out a small laugh, before my face almost shows a sign of grief, which puzzles the hero. โI wouldnโt say countless, that does them such a grave disservice. No, I have killed exactly 769 souls to get to where I am today.โ
โY-youโฆ 769.. You counted them?โ
โYes, I counted them. It grieves me every single waking hour the weight of my necessary evil, but I know I must never forget them, lest I become a monster. I have every single one of their names etched into the gold of my throne, an ever present reminder of the lives that have been lost because of me.โ I step off of my throne, my cloak billowing behind me, and I turn towards the throne, and the words etched onto it.ย
โIsaac Welson. He was a wheat farmer by trade, but he longed to be an artist. He was recruited into this rebellion of yours, and sacrificed himself for a hope of a different future, never able to create the art he dreamed of. Elanor Fallow. She was a sailor, and loved the open sea. She died tragically, not trusting the instructions of how to flee the city to safer ground before my siege, the start of my war to unify these lands. she was one of the first to fall, far away from the sea that she loved.โ My face grows sad, grief overtaking me. โI mourn each and every life that I had to take, and it hurts my heart every single day to know of them. Now I must ask you, you who calls yourself a hero, how many people have you murdered?โ
โI- I donโt knowโฆโ the self-styled hero admits, in a low, shallow whisper.
I give a short sigh before I speak. This was what I had expected, but it still hurts. โ2,036. That is how many lives you have killed in furtherance of your rebellion. Two-Thousand and Thirty Six lives cut short, and you didnโt even know their names.โ
The one who calls themself a hero staggers, grief overtaking their face. โI- that- no, h-how would you know?โ
โBecause, โheroโ. I counted them as well, as yet another reminder to bear on my soul. 1,047 people died when you destroyed the great convoy of ships in the Eastern Riverway. It was true that the convoy had information critical to my unification, but you were mistaken when you believed all of the ships belonged to me. Only one did, the rest were innocent traders, each with their own lives and longings. I mourned each and every one of their lives for weeks, and you never even thought about them.โ
โI-โ The professed hero could not bear to speak, only now realising the weight of the actions that brought them here.
I look at the hero, and continue. โFive-hundred and sixty-three. That is how many people you killed during the breach of the grand vault of the Southern Capitol. A necessary heist to fund your rebellion, but if you believed exploding the end of the vault rather than storming it saved lives, you are gravely mistaken. Five-hundred and sixty-three people were in the vault, withdrawing money for the dayโs shopping, or depositing their payment from yesterdayโs work. All of them died. Isabelle Wilson was one of these, a child, only just turned 11. Her mothers had brought her to the vault to teach her how money works, the first time she had ever been to the grand building. And still, you didnโt even know her name, or any of the others you killed that day.โ
Tears begin to streak the heroโs face, but I continue.
โFour-hundred and twelve. That is how many people died in the battles that lead you to my gates. Only half of them were soldiers of mine. The remaining two-hundred and 6 were innocent civilians, innocent civilians like Jett Lowen. They were 17, and were set to turn 18 the next day. They went to sleep at the end of the night, along with their parents, Filicia & Owen, and their younger sister, Amelia. They all went to sleep, resting after a long day of work. They never heard the soldiers of your rebellion surround the city, nor did they hear the launching of the bombs, nor the explosion that killed them in their sleep, the day before Jett would have become an adult.โ
A small tear streaks across my face, before I once again continue. โYou killed fourteen more people today, storming this castle. They were my most loyal guards, my trusted friends, who were planning on having a party tomorrow, a day of revel and joy. They defended my castle to their dying breaths, as you took their lives from them.โ
The hero is aghast at their actions, the thousands of deaths unknown to them before now suddenly all at once weighing on their soul, tears streaking their face. I take a breath, and walk towards them, my soul filled with grief. โYes, I have killed hundreds, and their deaths weigh on me every single day. Yet you killed thousands in an attempt to bring me down, and never even knew a single oneโs name. I do hope they will be forgiving, if you do see them soon.โย I take out the sword that had been concealed in my cloak, and stab it into the hero. Their eyes, and the words engraved on the sword, stare back at me. The eyes of the hero show nothing but grief, shock, and horror, and they go deep into my soul along with the words written on the sword. Remember & Mourn, for they had a life, with wonderful joys. I grab the tools next to the throne, and carve their name into the throne, with tears streaking down my face. 770 lives taken.
Bro???
I went through all 5 stages of grief
this is so good-