the fact that so many of you desensitized monsters care more about good omens, all the fully grown rich white men attached to it and your own entertainment than the victims is genuinely saddening. the future is so bleak and i dont give a fuck if anyone thinks i’m overreacting. hearing about two women be violently sexually assaulted & going “but what about my tv show🥺” is literally crazy

update: the notifications on this post have been muted. i said what i said. and if you have a problem with it, i don’t care

This tweet lives rent-free in my head now. Hands-down the best comment about the relationship between art and artist.

Fuck Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer. They can both burn in eternal Hell.

The fact that multiple women told Palmer the horrific things Gaiman had done to them and she was still bringing other women around him, introducing them to him, etc.

Sickening. That Vulture article is one of the worst things I've ever read. My god.

Seeing people still happily posting neil gaiman quotes on tumblr after opening twitter to this tweet is fucking crazy tbh

There Is No Safe Word

How the best-selling fantasy author Neil Gaiman hid the darkest parts of himself for decades

By Lila Shapiro

READ HERE WITHOUT PAYWALL.

i got through it

it's real fuckin bad

every CW warning in the fucking book for this article

I'm still nauseated

feel a little better after dumping the entirety of everything i own by this fucking monstrous person in the trash.

I can’t wait until my sense of taste is back. This cup of tea tastes like hot water. :(

Don’t worry, that’s normal for tea.

#girl all your post have ‘tumblr heritage post’ vibes like there’s so much 

Tags that make me indecisive about whether I should be flattered or horribly offended

My senses have returned and tea tastes normal again.

So, like hot water then?

Watch: President Jimmy Carter tells Oprah America is no longer a democracy, it’s an oligarchy — and he’s not wrong.

reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai

i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.

don't talk to robots. full stop.

if you're seeing this it means you're on tumblr. there are like 600 gay people on here who will rp with you, you don't need c.ai for anything

MESSAGE TO ALL BITCHES: WE ARE SURVIVING THIS YEAR NO MATTER WHAT.

CAUSE PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE.

@minors on this website:

You 👏 are 👏 in 👏 public 👏

Your blog is public, your posts are public. There is actually a setting to change this if you want to; otherwise literally anyone can and will interact. Stop advertising your age (and mental illnesses, etc) and block adults yourself if you want to.

If you wouldn't walk through a crowd of strangers wearing your personal info on a billboard or expecting nobody over 18 to so much as glance at you, don't do it online.

#minors were safer on the internet when they pretended to be #40 year old men from texas named Leroy #lie through your damn teeth or say nothing

#it drives me absolutely crazy how the zeitgeist changed from#'your personal info should NOT be public; be VERY careful who has your real info online if ANYONE'#to 'if you're not showing your real face and voice on tiktok with an itemised list of all your triggers and identities#and as much identifying location information as we can get then clearly you're hiding something you predator'#as soon as it became profitable for companies to discourage safe internet practices#god forbid people keep their anonymity we need to SELL THEM PRODUCT

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The Marvels did poorly at the box office and all three leads handled it with grace and maturity. Imagine if Brie Larson reacted the same way Zachary Levi reacted to Shazam 2 bombing.

Manbabies hated this scene from She-Hulk but they keep validating it. Women have always been better at controlling their emotions than men because they have to be.

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

actually i'm reblogging this again with commentary, fuck it.

There's people in the notes talking about "not basing your worth off numbers", and like. that isn't what this post is about. It's not a threat, either, it's a comment on how this site works, at a mechanical level.

Likes are worthless. Let me say that again.

Likes. Are. Worthless.

They don't do anything. They're a bookmark. They were never part of how tumblr works - in the early days we didn't even have a like button, and the site still more or less acts as though we don't. They're personal bookmarks and the only people who "get" anything from them are you (you bookmark the post) and the OP (maybe a very slight serotonin boost), but they don't keep the post in circulation, they don't keep it alive.

Without reblogs, a post will be dead in the water within an hour. No matter how good it is, no matter how many hours of painstaking love and attention its creator put into it, it will be dead within an hour and never seen again. It gets pushed down the dashboard and nobody aside from the followers who were online when it was posted will see it. And there's a huge difference in engagement on posts that get even one lucky reblog from someone with wider reach - that one reblog shows your post to five, ten, fifteen other people, and if one of those people also reblogs it, and so on and so forth, that's how posts stay alive and in circulation. It's like a contagion, but we're sharing creativity instead of disease.

And that matters. That "lifespan" of the post matters, artists and writers give up on this site and go to sites where posts have longer lifespans because it sucks to spend hours of your life, maybe even days, to get two notes and some fucking pocket lint for your efforts. We create for ourselves, but we share because we want people to see it, because that engagement offers positive feedback and encouragement to continue. But more than that, if every post (whether art, fic, gifset, whatever) is dying within an hour or a day of being posted, that means it's not making it onto your dashboard. And if it's not on your dashboard, you won't see it. This kills the site, after a while. You stop seeing the posts, because nobody is putting them on your dashboard, because this site doesn't have an algorithm like twitter and insta's and it shouldn't, it's the last bastion of chronological timelines.

Forgive my giant fucking rant I am so tired right now and full of the plague but like stop acting like artists and writers are just being whiny little babies, or "threatening" to withhold our fucking work (you're not entitled to it! it's ours! if we get nothing out of sharing it we're well within our rights to keep it private!) when we say this site will dry up without reblogs. We're just stating facts.

also I’ve seen some people in the tags say ‘oh there have always been more likes on posts’ no there haven’t ???? 

these are posts from 2013, look at the ratio

not to sound like a nursing home resident but back then people know that the point of this site was to reblog things and share them, not to bury them away among your other 23k liked posts

we're having sex and you pull out at the end to discover your cock is entirely gone, dissolved (ive digested it like a pitcher plant). bye!

You'd unfollow me for my pitcher plant pussy post? After the beautiful night we shared???

WASNT A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT. PESIS IS GONE.

he’s at it again

I want to see a Thai martial arts movie shot in this guy's house where everyone keeps trying to use things in the house as a weapon but it just falls apart because it's chocolate and what's supposed to be a badass fight scene degenerates into a few helpless men sliding and flailing around in a giant messy pile of smashed desserts.

I know how the scene would end. Bad guy gets up, draws a weapon, and PANG!

There's Chocolate Guy holding the one real metal pan in the room.

I know how the scene

would end. Bad guy gets up, draws

a weapon, and PANG!

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Can't get the image out of my head of Merrill becoming a figurehead, Merrill becoming a revolutionary, Merrill becoming a legend, Merrill being remembered as a Goddess; one of wrath and kindness and a drive to fix what is broken always.

Merrill who's hands are dirty with blood and mud and history. Merrill who has clawed everything she can from humans who denied her people their culture and then kept clawing when her own family tried to take it away too. Merrill who fought for knowledge above all. Merrill who has learnt to fight for the city elves in Kirkwall, and always fought for the dalish. Merrill who invoked the god of vengeance when she first saw the alienage.

Merrill, who would look at the Gods with pain at what this showed but also joy of knowledge and also righteous fury. Merrill who would take no shit. Merrill who would be kind to those who follow her and who would be loyal and who would face the Gods not because of duty but because she wanted to fight for both the history and the future. Merrill who would over redemption before death. Merrill who would spill her own blood.

Just thinking about Merrill Merrill Merrill

Apparently in China peach wood (Along with the rest of the plant) is believed to have properties that repel evil spirits, a little similar to silver in European legends or iron for both European fae and West Asian/Middle eastern Jinn. Taoists sometimes keep swords made of peach wood because of this. This made me realize something. If you took a peach wood stick, and attached studs to it of both silver and iron you'd end up with a club or staff (or mace, flail etc.) that would have the weaknesses of many kinds of supernatural creatures while still retaining effectiveness as a normal weapon (peach is a hardwood and silver's poor edge retention doesn't matter for studs). You could even keep adding new stud materials to get something ridiculous that affects over 120 catalogued folkloric monsters. Since you just need a few little studs you could even get some really expensive materials like meteoric iron (a thumb tip sized meteorite can still cost like 10-20 bucks I think). I could somewhat feasibly make a weapon that affects every monster ever thought to walk the earth, from vampires and werewolves to jinn and jiangshi and even mankind.

Club of Fuck That Supernatural Shit And Also Everything Else

This Here's my Banishin' Stick! *waves my greebled baseball bat around*

the new dj crazytimes song … now that’s what I call music!

WTF this is masterful, 10/10.

hey pal while you're down there. this is awkward because you're a bear, and you're under my house and I feel like I shouldn't intrude, but. well I just hate the crawlspace so much and you seem to be fine with it. what I'm trying to say is can you just run this network cable over to the living room for me thanks

just because he's a bear, doesn't automatically mean he's in IT. that's a harmful stereotype. Some bears are more artistic, creative. Some are more into manual labor and crafts. I bet this guy likes doing pottery.

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Be me, sleep deprived DM, half an hour ago.

Get startled by my phone ringing.

It’s one of my players.

Me: “Dude it’s midnight you good?”

Friend: “Yeah yeah, sorry if I woke you. Can I ask you for a favor?”

Oh God he killed someone .gif.

Me: “Uh, sure? Shoot.”

Friend: “My daughter can’t sleep, could you tell a quick story over speakerphone? She loves listening to the recordings of our sessions before bed, but I left my laptop at the office so I can’t play them.”

Nani the fuck .mp3

Me: “She listens to us to fall asleep?”

Friend: “Yeah, but she really likes your plot and NPC acting bits. She calls you ‘dumb dumb mister’! Guess dungeon master is a bit hard for a preschooler.”

Me: “Wow… well, if it will help her sleep, then sure.”

Friend: “Thank you! Okay, give me a sec to head back to her room.” (Pause) “Okay, you’re on speaker.”

Me: “Hey, [daughter’s name], it’s Uncle Anon.”

Daughter: (happy gasp) “Dumb dumb mister!”

I’ve never been happier to be called a dumb dumb .jpg

Me: “You ready for a story about… (DM improv skills engage) …the time your daddy and his friends went deep into a cursed temple to save a frost dragon egg?”

Daughter: (incomprehensible happy squealing noises)

I then proceed to spend nearly 20 min spitballing a story over the phone for the most fascinated little girl until she eventually fell asleep. Friend thanks me for my help and says he’ll see me on game night.

Lay down in bed, actually feel content and comfortable for once. I should have thanked him.

I am the Dumb Dumb Mister.

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