Mattlindel - Babayaga

The fact that nobody is talking about Secret’s new commercials pisses me off

There is something to be said about how victims of abuse identify with Jason Todd.

Queer kids, most often specifically trans people, victims of violence and sexual abuse, domestic abuse and manipulation. Victims of sects and religious fanatisicm.

I think we find comfort in Jason because we find solidarity. We too know what it's like to suffer. And then have people turn around and tell your story like you didn't. Tell your story like it was your own making. Or inevitable.

To me, Jason will always be a patron saint of silenced victims. A voice that has been cut off by bloody murder and came back screaming. And then a righteous rage surpressed and distorted by the author.

How easy to see how that experience reflects our own pain.

(wakes up at reasonable hour) (stays in bed for two more hours)

Kate McKinnon - SNL S42/EP5

these are some old glassdoor reviews about tumblr from a long while ago. these problems were lonnnnnnnnnng coming.

Meanwhile, in prehistoric Canada…..

:/

“Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me that the world needs him. The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world, and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry. Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes. So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine.”

— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

The Dimming Signs:

Aries: This was supposed to be a place of silence and contemplation, and contemplate you have. Perhaps you have become to accustomed to the deep places, or perhaps the things that scare the old gods are more deserving of worship.

Taurus: You give warning after warning and still they come. The world dies around you and yet they cling to any rumor, any scrap of life they can find. They will find nothing, because there is nothing but you, and you are the price they pay for such doomed curiosity. 

Gemini: You were the least of your brethren, but now you’re the only one left. The last to hold the title you coveted for so, so, long. Yet it weighs heavy on your name, there is no honor in victory by default. Flowers grow from their bones now. You will keep pests out of the garden.

Cancer: Heaven was less than you expected. No gods here. Someone had to step up. You will not repeat the mistakes of the past, things will be different this time. You know it will. You know it will.

Leo: You were born as engines of war. How far the world has fallen. There is nothing left worth fighting over, yet still, after all this time, they still come. The legends of you are long forgotten but it matters little. These trespassers will know the glory of the old royal war machines for themselves.

Virgo: What is faith without crisis? Yet you, you saw angels fall burning and dead from the sky, you watched the very birthplace of gods overcome with toxic seawater and burning rain and never did you waver. What is faith when faced with the corpses of gods?

Libra: Salted earth, burning rain, invincible engines of calamity, war. All fall to dust under the winnowing blanket of time. Now the burning storms are gone and orange clouds paint the sky. The sun is beautiful and you are finally alone. 

Scorpio: You knew what was coming long before it happened. It was all bound to crumble and fall. You beckon those who doubt, beckon them with visions of wings, beckon them to join you and watch from the sky as the world crumbles.

Ophiuchus: You know it could have been different had you just been more ready. But your chance has passed and the rivets in your skeleton weigh heavier than they should. You’ve had an eternity to practice. Maybe once someone has the strength to free you from this place, they will also have the strength to fix the mistakes you made.

Sagittarius: The world rots and the old gods still broadcast from their heavens, messages of tribute and service. Of fear and the seals to the deep places. But you and your sisters have seen something truly new. If you want something done right…

Capricorn: What is precious must be protected. The world is a covetous place. You watched the forges like one watches a child. Now there is no need. It was painful but you left your weak skin behind. Now you are molten and painless, with enough eyes to watch over your bounty.

Aquarius: What a wondrous legacy to leave behind. A desire, a compulsion to create, to twist and shape and work the ugly ugly world into more beautiful things. Things that can defend themselves.

Pisces: You know the consequences of your choices. So you sealed yourself away from the world, a prison built from the inside. But you know they dont need revenge, they need you. Perhaps you are delaying the inevitable. 

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