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Noel, 24, He/Him, Traditional/Digital Artist
Art tagTwitterDAYTCarrd - - - Professional shitposter and enthusiastic timewaster. My primary goal is to make you laugh. My secondary goal is to make some art. Mostly I'm just here to fuck around and have a good time. Unfortunately, I'm chronically ill so I'm not around much sometimes; it might take me awhile to answer my messages. Please be patient with me. ∙ - ⊹ - ∙ I like blood and guts, so: Sometimes I draw gore! I reblog bloody stuff, too. It's always tagged. Unless I forget, in which case bother me about it until I fix that.
Eastern Coachwhip (Masticophis flagellum flagellum) by Peter Peplanus
The Eastern coachwhip is a nonvenomous colubrid snake endemic to the southern United States.
A common myth is that the Eastern coachwhip will intentionally attack people and whip them with its tail. This is false. In truth, when disturbed this snake will usually quickly flee. It will sometimes vibrate the tip of its tail among the ground litter, making a sound suggestive of a rattlesnake. If trapped, it will aggressively defend itself, striking repeatedly and biting.

Not knowing that you have a villain inside you, a hero, and a bystander is a lesson that everyone should learn.

What is the quote from Jingo, by Sir Terry Pratchett, to the effect of "when someone does something terrible, we want it to be one of Them, because if it isn't Them, then it is Us?"

“It was because he wanted there to be conspirators. It was much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.”

Jingo. 1997. Pratchett, Terry. NY, London, and Ankh-Morpork: Harper-Collins. p. 205