French. Posts sometimes. Can't pass up an opportunity to apocalypse. (Yes, I know it's not a proper verb.)
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I don’t understand the concept of hating “like spamming” or “reblog spamming”. As someone with ADHD and hyperfocus, if you go onto my blog and get lost in the sauce enough to practically reblog the last 5 days worth of stuff I reblogged then good on you my dude my friend my bean, please keep it up I’m glad you like it have a cookie fam, you deserve it cause we have the same taste and I feel like my blog is a public library of stuff I find entertaining so enjoy the browse.
"I'm not lazy, I'm just tired. and I don't mean because I've been working hard. Not at all. I'm tired from forcing myself to get out of bed everyday. I'm tired of distracting myself from the thoughts in my brain. I'm tired because all my energy is put to surviving and people don't understand that because all they see is how unproductive you are."
— depression is a disease and it's tiring
Will I ?
Fuck the meritocracy
Fascism is on the rise
I will not be the first target
but I'm scared I will be the second
I should fight like hell
For me, for my friends
But I'm tired and powerless
Things don't feel like
they're getting better
Help.
We're supposed to be one
of the best countries
when it comes to social rights
But they're slowly
Eroding
There's nowhere else to go
when it all comes to shit
I can't run
No flight only fight
or freeze
I don't get a second chance
I pray to any god that listens
Don't let it come to that.
I pray to my peers
Don't let it come to that.
I pray to the reader
Don't let it come to that.
But I might preach to the choir
Don't let it come to that.
And I pray to the ones that want me dead
Take pity, be human
Or I will have to fight to death
It's not too late
I will try to take you down with me
Make you suffer like you make me
Or maybe I won't
Maybe when the time comes
I will be weak
I don't wanna find out
Don't let it come to that.
No offence, but Alan Turing didn't kick the Nazis' collective ass for you to run around saying that you're too gay to learn mathematics.
14 year old me wondering why the YouTube results for WTC are all about 9/11
I was today old when I discovered WTC means "World Trade Center" and not only "What The Cut"
Avant, étudier c’était pour faire briller des étoiles dans les yeux des adultes. C’était pour faire croire que j’étais quelqu’un de bien, de digne d’intérêt. C’était facile, c’était un jeu, je me racontais des histoires, ce en quoi j’excellais, on disait tu iras loin, et j’étais persuadée que c’était vrai. Longtemps, étudier a été une échappatoire, une fierté, un moteur d’ambition, quelque chose que j’aimais.
J’écrivais mes dictées comme des lettres d’amour. Je récitais l’alphabet comme un poème. Etudier valait la peine.
Aujourd’hui, maintenant que je suis adulte (qu’il est laid, ce mot, qu’il est écrasant), étudier est un mot qui me tord le ventre. Ce sont sept lettres comme une menace irrationnelle, sept lettres en moi qui font résonner les pierres. Pour mes études j’ai créé des échos qui font rouler des graviers dans ma gorge et me lacèrent de l’intérieur, l’angoisse en est devenue physique, et moi je suis : incontrôlable. J’ai des coups de sang, des crises de larmes, des rages infantiles. Je me noie entre mes fiches et mes listes interminables.
Il faut croire que même les études réveillent des monstres. Je suis terrifiée : de rater ma vie, de ne rien valoir, de me battre sans savoir pourquoi. Je suis terrifiée de poursuivre dans cette voie et de me rendre compte dans trente ans que ce n’était pas la mienne, que voilà, je me suis trompée, et que j’ai passé toute une vie à satisfaire des désirs qui n’étaient jamais les miens. C’est que je ne suis pas faite pour choisir, je n’ai pas de voie, non ; je suis mouvante et incapable de faire le deuil des possibles.
Je ne sais pas me définir sans ma quête de perfection, mes ambitions démesurées, mes exigences tyranniques. Je ne suis pas : sociable, jolie, intéressante, drôle, désirable. Alors je ne sais pas qui je suis si je ne parviens pas à réussir. C’est tout ce qu’il me reste. Je ne sais rien faire d’autre que cela, répondre à des exigences académiques, rentrer dans la norme, avoir un parcours sans accrocs.
Pour la première fois, étudier n’est pas facile. Peut-être que je n’irai pas si loin. Peut-être a-t-on placé en moi trop d’espoirs, trop d’attentes : des étouffements. J’ai l’impression que je n’ai jamais grandi, que j’ai fait semblant. Comment se faire à l’idée de décevoir ?
-Polyamory is not necessarily synonymous with “open relationship”. Poly relationships can be and often are closed relationships, involving only the members already present and not seeking out more people.
-Polyamory is not inherently abusive, disrespectful, cheating etc. People can lead happy, loving, fulfilling lives in poly relationships.
-Polyamorous people are not naturally “less committed” to their partners than monogamous people are. Polyamorous people can be and often are very committed to their partners, just as much as monogamous people are. Having multiple partners does not make a person less committed, the same way that you aren’t “less committed” to your friends for having multiple friends.
-Not all poly relationships are sexually oriented. Plenty of poly relationships do not include sex at all, in fact. That being said, there is nothing wrong with poly relationships that involve or are primarily about sex.
-Polyamorous people may have one-on-one sex with each other. Not everyone participates in all sex all the time.
-Polyamorous people/relationships aren’t inherently more “kinky” than monogamous people or relationships. Poly people can have quite vanilla sex lives. That being said, there’s nothing wrong with poly relationships that do involve kink.
-People in poly relationships may have different relationships to each other. Not everyone in a poly relationship feels the exact same way about everyone else. For example, A, B, and C may all be romantically attracted to each other, but only A and B are sexually attracted to each other, and so C is involved in the relationship in a romantic way but not a sexual one. Or perhaps A is sexually involved with B and C, but B and C are not sexual with each other. Or perhaps B and C are not romantically attracted to each other, either! There are different terms for these different sorts of relationships between members.
-Polyamory is not a solution to cheating, disrespect, abuse, etc. in monogamous relationships. If someone is disrespectful/abusive/a cheater while in a monogamous relationship, they’re still going to be abusive/disrespectful/a cheater in a poly relationship.
-If a monogamous partner tries to make excuses for cheating by saying “it’s polyamorous”, then that person is still a cheater, period. Polyamory is about informed consent for all parties involved, and cheating is not. If someone cheats on you and makes these sorts of excuses, you’re fully within your rights to dump their ass.
-Yes, it is possible to cheat on your partners in a polyamorous relationship, and it’s just as bad as cheating in a monogamous relationship.
-It’s not always easy to transition from a monogamous to a polyamorous relationship, even for people who know it’s exactly what they want. Polyamorous people can sometimes still feel jealous and insecure about their partners finding new people to love.
-Some polyamorous people consider their polyamory to be an important aspect of their identity. They may refer to themselves as polyamorous even when single, and they find themselves unable to be fulfilled in a monogamous relationship. They perceive their polyamory as similar to a sexual or romantic orientation. Other polyamorous people may consider their polyamory to be something that they choose to do, rather than a part of who they are.
-Polyamory is heavily, heavily stigmatized in many parts of the world. Polyamorous people deserve the support of other marginalized communities, such as the LGBTQ+ community, and activists would do well to work towards ending stigma and bigotry towards polyamory, and monogamous normativity.
Poly people, feel free to add on to this
What if Ebnoby Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way is actually a “Goff”, as in the ork clan in Warhammer 40k ? It would explain her spelling...
christmas music in the us: nothing better than building snowmen and waiting for santa as a family :)
christmas music in france: and so the THREE POOR ORPHANS who have to PICK UP THE REMNANTS OF THE HARVEST TO SURVIVE get LOST in the deserted fields and it's DARK so they ask the local butcher for shelter and HE SLAUGHTERS THEM LIKE PIGLETS AND PUTS THEM IN THE SALTING ROOM FOR S E V E N Y E A R S until the nice st. nicholas comes along and asks the butcher for shelter and a meal but then he refuses the ham he's offered and instead asks for the meat that's been in the salting room for seven years and the butcher cries for mercy and THE SAINT RAISES THE ORPHANS FROM THE DEAD but actually death was fine because they thought they were in heaven all along :)
Terry’s Shepherd’s Hut
An original, early Edwardian shepherd’s hut. A typical Downland design made of corrugated iron over a wooden frame, on an oak chassis, and resting on large cast-iron wheels.
We would spend lots of time in Terry’s shepherd’s hut discussing stories, the words, the world, his world. Tiffany Aching was born in that hut.
–Rob Wilkins (taken from “Terry Pratchett: His World”)
(Note the feegle statue and bee pillow!)
In the graveyard, Book Omens, the oldest piece of media featuring a demon named Crowley, passed a dogend back to TV Omens, the younger and the more accomplished queerbaiter.
“I can see a light,” he said. “Here he comes now, the flash bastard.”
“What’s that he’s drivin’?” said TV Omens.
“It’s 1967 Chevy Impala,” explained Book Omens. “I expect it’s a newer black car than you were expecting.”
“Dunt see why you’d drive a big black car made after the Interwar Period,” said TV Omens.
“They’ve come on a bit since then, I reckon.”
“What’s this Supernatural like?” said TV Omens.
Book Omens spat. “He’s been on television too long,” he said. “Right from the Livejournal days. Gone native, if you ask me. Drives a car he didn’t have to miracle a tape deck into.”
TV Omens pondered this. Like most media containing demons named Crowley, he had a very limited grasp of how normal cars worked, and so he was just about to say something like, I bet it actually needs petrol and he calls it ‘gasoline,’ when the Impala rolled to a halt at the cemetery gate.
“And he wears denim,” sneered Hastur, “even when he dunt need to.” He raised his voice. “Fuck gay rights,” he said.
“Fuck gay rights” TV Omens echoed.
“Hi,” said Supernatural, giving them a little wave. “Sorry I’m late, but you know how it is trying to film during COVID, getting the cast all back to Vancouver and all that, and you can’t imagine the trouble I went to getting Jensen Ackles to make eye contact with other men and then—”
“Now we art all here,” said Book Omens meaningfully, “we must recount the Deeds of the Day.”
“Yeah. Deeds,” said Supernatural, with the slightly guilty look of one who is attending church for the first time in years and has forgotten which bits you stand up for.
Book Omens cleared his throat.
“I have queer coded an angel,” he said. “As he performed magic tricks at a birthday party, children shouted homophobic slurs at him. Then, to contradict this, I placed a line in the narration explicitly stating that as a sexless being he cannot be gay unless he really wants to make the effort, all while refusing to confirm whether he has made that effort. For thirty years both authors have openly expressed discomfort with seeing shipping content, and yet I remain a cult classic among bookish queer people.”
“Nice one,” said Supernatural, helpfully.
“I have created an uncanny valley of queerbait,” said TV Omens. “I had all sorts of dialogue and film language hinting at some sort of ‘love story,’ but the surviving author refuses to confirm what sort of ‘love story’ it is either in canon or via Word of God. Meanwhile, young people desperate for queer representation lavish him with praise for something he never did and the fandom is plagued with discourse.”
They both looked expectantly at Supernatural, who gave them a big smile.
“You’ll like this,” he said.
His smile became even wider and more conspiratorial.
“I let the gay angel tell Dean he loves him and immediately killed him and sent him to Super Hell,” he said.
There was silence, except for the distant swishing of cars.
“Yes?” said Book Omens. “And then what?”
“Look, it wasn’t easy,” said Supernatural.
“That’s all?” said TV Omens.
“Look, people—”
“And exactly what has that done to bait queer people into becoming invested in you?” said Book Omens. “You made half of the ship canonically queer and then buried him! They’ll never watch again!”
Supernatural pulled himself together. What could he tell them? That thousands of Tumblr blogs that hadn’t touched the show since 2013 went absolutely feral? That in the middle of one of the most contentious presidential elections in recent memory, exacerbated by a global pandemic and widespread unrest in the wake of economic collapse, “Destiel” trended on Twitter and dragged “Putin” up with it? It was the most social media engagement he’d gotten in years, and he’d hardly had to make Jensen act.
But you couldn’t tell that to media featuring demons named Crowley like Book Omens and TV Omens. Twentieth-century minds, the both of them. Spending years picking away at a bunch of people who still read, or months tossing out empty statements that look like straight allyship if you squint hard enough. Admittedly it was craftsmanship, but you had to think differently these days. Not big, but wide. With seven billion people in the world you couldn’t pick away at people’s sanity that slowly; you had to be bold. But media containing demons named Crowley like Book Omens and TV Omens wouldn’t understand. They’d never have thought up fridging a lesbian in the same episode as you killed half of the most popular ship, for example. Or canonical nods to Wincest. Or demon deals being sealed with a kiss regardless of gender. He’d been particularly pleased with demon deals being sealed with a kiss regardless of gender.
University life is so goddamn weird because I don't understand anything and the only reaction my teacher had to "I'm going to write a paper about my Immortal" was a genuine "Ok, sounds very interesting."
to be fair in high school when i told someone i loved them i also instantly went to super hell
i felt like there wasn’t enough polyam trio art memes so i decided to make my own <3 self indulgence be damned
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( feel free to share and tag me in any of the cute art you make i would love to see!!! 🥺💕)
Honestly, it's kinda disappointing that the reason I was pale and had cold hands was this, and not me turning into a vampire. :(
Turns out I have iron deficiency and I wasn't faking being tired so I could skip class ! Who would have thought ???
Turns out I have iron deficiency and I wasn't faking being tired so I could skip class ! Who would have thought ???
I never learn from my mistakes, as proven by the fact that one of my friends just told me I should try playing Warhammer 40k with him and I went "Oh sure, sounds nice !"
My problem is that I keep playing RPGs and Murder Parties in dark gritty universes like INS/MV or Vampire the Masquerade when instead I should be playing in universes like Good Omens or WWDITS.
My problem is that I keep playing RPGs and Murder Parties in dark gritty universes like INS/MV or Vampire the Masquerade when instead I should be playing in universes like Good Omens or WWDITS.
😴
Franchement ça faisait beaucoup trop longtemps que j’avais pas dessiné le visiteur.
Detail of Portrait of Princess Sibylle of Cleve, 1526, by Lucas Cranach the Elder (1472-1553)
Let the guy sleep, he deserves it...
this year let's just wake up King Arthur that bitch been sleeping long enough
I was gonna say "Me during quarantine", but let's be real, it's me all the time
GNU Terry Pratchett
GNU Terry Prachett
GNU Terry Pratchett