how many more tags is needed

I made a petition to get rid of the stupid new safemode update!

Because a) This is annoying me and loads of people, and b) I have nothing better to do.


As of today, Tumblr has introduced a new way of blocking sensitive media on their site, with a new “safe mode” update. This safe mode has blocked many things that don’t even come close to being sensitive, and if you’re under 18 there is no way to turn it off, period.

This petition aims to make Tumblr realise that this update is ,quite frankly, useless, as the multitude of Tumblr users have other, better ways to block sensitive content that they don’t wish to see, such as blacklisting tags or blocking offensive blogs. Furthermore, before the update, Tumblr’s safe mode was already useful for blocking sensitive content by blocking all blogs and posts that had been flagged as NSFW.

This new update, however, is seemingly blocking posts and blogs at random. It is reducing not only what content people see on Tumblr, but also what people can post. Many people can’t see content their friends are reblogging, other’s are being treated to a dashboard full of blocked posts, and a few can’t do anything due to everything being blocked.

This update is useless, untested, and broken, It’s not needed, and basically the entirety of Tumblr’s userbase can agree that Tumblr has updated the wrong things. Something like a tag blocker for mobile would be much better, and it would be more useful too.

When this petition reaches enough signatures, it will be sent to Tumblr as a sign of how much people dislike this update. The aim is to have them backtrack the update, and hopefully get them to focus on more useful updates instead of one that breaks the entire site. Tumblr should be a site for everyone, and this update is preventing that from being a thing.

Please sign the petition here: https://www.change.org/p/tumblr-remove-tumblr-s-brand-new-safe-mode-update

Also reblog to get the word out! I’ve honestly had enough of Tumblr’s rubbish updates, especially this one, which has broken everything.


UPDATE: WE NEED 20,000 SIGNATURES TOTAL AT LEAST, AND CURRENTLY WE ONLY HAVE 12,300. KEEP BOOSTING, TELL ALL THE POPULAR BLOGS, SPREAD THIS AS MUCH AS YOU CAN.

humans more like ew-mans am i right

for a lot of us, it seems nearly impossible to find a balance between our grades and our health. i’ve created a list of tips and resources for managing classwork as well as mental illness. i tried to be inclusive of depression and anxiety as well as other disorders like adhd and bipolar. (i’d like to be more inclusive of others, but i couldn’t find a lot of resources and wasn’t sure what would help aaaa)

please let me know if you have anything to add, and i hope this post can help you out in some way c:

while studying

  • create a routine, and do your best to stick to it. having a consistent schedule can be a struggle, especially when dealing with long days of class or difficulties with sleep. try something more open-ended and flexible if you can’t manage specific times. (studying for an hour in the morning and before bed vs studying at 8 am and 10 pm)
  • start with your favourite subject. there are a lot of suggestions on how to start a study session (and they usually conflict it seems), but i’ve found that this works best for me. your favourite subject may be easy or difficult, but by starting with it, you get in the groove of studying and won’t get burnt out as quickly, giving you more energy to do your other work.
  • don’t take on more than what you can handle. if you’re feeling motivated, great! get as much done as you can! but on the bad days, just do what you can. there are times where it seems nearly impossible to get anything done, but still try to make the most out of each day and do what you’re able to so you don’t fall far behind. do what you can, when you can. don’t overwork yourself so much.

during class

  • take notes. for me, the easiest way to lose track during a class is if i don’t write or doodle. even if the material doesn’t seem important, write it down! it may be useful later, and it’ll keep your mind from wandering during lecture. (that being said, don’t always write things exactly as the teacher says; putting it into your own words can make it easier to remember and understand)
  • record lecture audio. if you can’t copy everything down in time, or if for whatever reason you need to know something verbatim, then you’ll have something to listen to again later.
  • take pics of what the instructor writes on the board. similar to the above tip, you can refer back to the pictures you took. just don’t forget about them! write yourself a note or make an alarm on your phone to remind you that there’s more material to review. don’t be the kid who takes pictures during the whole lecture but never writes anything, that kid’s obnoxious and gets bad grades
  • stay focused. i fidget a lot with my hands and feet, especially during a long lecture or study session. i find that keeping my hand on my pen/pencil is the simplest way to keep my mind on track, but fidget toys may help you as well. most teachers and students are fine with it as long as it’s not too disruptive.

at home

  • keep track of medication. ngl i am suuuper forgetful when it comes to medication :’) if you’re forgetful too, leave yourself as many reminders as you can. set alarms, write notes, or have someone else keep you accountable if you’re living with a parent or roommate. having routine helps here as well, especially if you take meds multiple times a day.
  • communicate regularly with your doctor. if you’re living away from home, or just a busy student, it can be particularly difficult to make appointments. but you should still make an effort to email your doctor, therapist, etc. at least once a month, and more often if you’re currently changing or adjusting medications.
  • “catching up” on sleep is a myth. depriving yourself of sleep during the week and then sleeping in on the weekends won’t fix your sleep schedule, sadly. keep it consistent if you can. even if you’re staying up late and sleeping in, try to get at least 7-8 hours. whether it’s 12-8 am or 2-10 am, it’s a reasonable amount for getting through the day. sleeping too little can leave you tired and grumpy in the morning, but sleeping too much can also leave you groggy, sluggish, and unproductive for the rest of the day.
  • eat something healthy. okay, no one can eat healthy all the time, and i don’t expect you to. i certainly don’t expect myself to lol. but we can still find a healthy snack or meal to make a part of our lives. sometimes fruit is the best comfort food tbh. here are a few simple snacks that you could try, for studying or for whatever else. i personally enjoy anything with berries, especially yogurt parfait or oatmeal.
  • have a support system. it helps so much to have someone you can talk to when you’re not feeling well or in need of encouragement. it can be a friend, a parent, a sibling, your significant other, or even other members of the studyblr community! (if you don’t have anyone to talk to, please talk to me!! i am here for you my friendo)

other stuff

  • community college by @universi-tea - if you’re worried about moving into dorms or away from home (or are simply unable to), i strongly encourage you to try out community college. it’s made schooling much more enjoyable and accessible for me and i think everyone should give it a chance. plus it’s waaay cheaper.
    • also, most (if not all) U.S. schools have a disability services department; this applies to both physical and mental illnesses. talking to them for the first time can be nerve-wracking, but in the long run it’s completely worth it. teachers and staff want to help you! but you have to help yourself a lil bit too. accommodations may include leniency about attendance and deadlines, or they may let you take exams on earlier or later dates with fewer students present. the flexibility with deadlines has saved my ass more than once tbh
  • things to do when things don’t feel right by @affectionsuggestions - sometimes it’s okay to just do small things, and sometimes it’s okay to not do anything at all.
  • ways to start feeling again by @urbanthropologie - similar to above, but with a focus on mindfulness (helps with anxiety, dissociation, etc)
  • my mental illness tag - this has many other resources that are otherwise not listed in this post.
  • my printables tag! - printables are great for when you’re too tired or not sure how to write things out completely by hand. there are some planners and calendars as well as gratitude logs, habit trackers, etc.
  • i have tons of other tags listed here if you need anything more specific :>

thank you for reading! i hope you found some of these tips helpful. i believe in you!!

NONBINARY FOLKS AND ALLIES!

I want to do a day of Exquisite Enbies. I’ve seen amazing love going around for other minorities under such tags, and today has proven to me how important it is for the nonbinary people here on tumblr to get some love, regardless of how we present. I thought maybe if we can get enough high-profile enby-friendly bloggers supporting the idea, we could flood tumblr with photos (selfies and otherwise) celebrating the unique beauty and handsomeness of nonbinary folks. Text is of course welcome to accompany photos, but I want to see those diverse faces and bodies!

I’m more than happy to start it and reblog my heart out, but I need the support of as many folks as I can get.

How about April 30th? It’s close enough that hopefully this won’t be forgotten, but far enough off to build a good network of support.

So what I’m asking:

Reblog the hell out of this post!
Tag enbies and nonbinary-friendly bloggers and ask them to help spread the word!
Start snapping those photos!

This is needed. This is important. Help me spread the love.

I’ve been preparing for a Ye Olde SCA campout this weekend.

My technique in sewing medieval clothes without a paper pattern is a little involved, but I like being able to make a garment and have it fit perfectly the first time I put it on, without having to do a fitting even one time.

How do I do this? Two programs - MakeHuman and Marvelous Designer

- I made a perfect 3D model of myself in MakeHuman by using my measurements and height, following this tutorial

- I imported the creepily perfect 3D model of myself into Marvelous Designer.

- I took medieval patterns from the internet, traced them, and resized them to fit the perfect 3D model of me. Like this t-tunic.

or more complicated clothes:

- Cut out the fabric using the same dimensions, adding a seam allowance

- sew it together (correctly the first time, not wasting fabric)

The first time I made a t-tunic, it went over my head and fit perfectly. I made a t-tunic for my brother using this technique, and he didn’t have to be involved in the process at all except for putting it over his head and it fitting perfectly. 

The hard part would be cutting out the fabric for more complicated clothes, but with ancient/custom clothing like this, you’d have to find a way to do that anyway. With this program, you know at least that it’s going to fit your beautiful body, and there’s less chance of wasting expensive linen..

I was actually using this technique to make custom 3D clothing to fit a Skyrim character (a much more difficult and painstaking process), but then realized that the skillset of making 3D model clothes could be applied to real life. And now all I want to do is invent my own weirdly perfect wizard fashion clothes, or even just make custom normal clothes that fit me weirdly perfectly.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any suggestions as to how I find out authors with stories like yours? Because I've read all your stories, and I need more!

i will tag as many as i can think of for you right now lol! 

@deathbyyoongi @taeverie

@vivacioustae @jungblue @jungkxook @tayegi @kookingtae @btssmutgalore @kainks @baeseoul @ellieljade @minsvga @pantaemonium @sugajpg @versigny @the95liner @noona-la-la-la @jiminniemouse @wonhopes @kimvtae @dailydoseofdia @hobibliophile @springtoday @kittae

@roseok @colourfulnoodles @workofteaguk @jjkfire @jinxkook @zephyoongist @inktae @xtaexhyungx @bxebxee @yoongihime @cyquerslut  @seokvie @seoulscapes @thotmi @moonnightyoongi @dimplecoups @jeonjagiya @taehyung-the-baehyung @jungee @cheymint @gukvory @sugasgrowl @maytae @writmin @lunainseoul @avveh @jheartseok @gxtsmxt @wickedmin @ofsunandstars @kiwiscript

wow okay, that should keep you going for a while lol! I haven’t read everything by all these but I’ve read most or am following them in hopes of finding some spare time so i can read one day! It will all be amazing though XD I’m sorry if i missed anyone out, i was there for ages scrolling through who i follow and my eyes got confused lol! 

I saw a few people in my recent tags asking HOW and one kind sweet user asking what bears the most money so I’m going to share my success story. I’m tagging @alice-elizabethscott , @xxkalleexx , @drunkenwhaleer , and @seismitoadsbutt,    cause I saw y’all in the notes There were a lot more but they were anons

SO Y’ALL WANNA KNOW HOW TO DO THE THING? LEMME SHOW YOU

You will need a game year, roughly 928 Starfruit seeds, the greenhouse, 6 iridium sprinkers, as many kegs as you can possibly craft, 157 casks, your favorite music, and a LOT of patience.

I’m putting it under a readmore because hot dang it’s a long post. It woudln’t be as long but I wanted to put pictures in 

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100daysofsurvivorvictim: Day 4 

Just two boyfriends having a little watercooler talk before killing Ohm and Brycey. Yep.

When I saw that Prop Hunt video with Delirious, Vanoss, Ohm and Bryce (the one with the wheelchairs business, lol XD),I really wanted to do some of the scenes, but now with the view of Delirious I NEEDED THAT WATERCOOLER SCENE. So here’s Delirious and Vanoss as a guest for this project :D

Excuse my fangirling thinking about an AU of these two in a company, because SUITS and COLORS. AND YES, *//A//*

The Trash Man’s Mystery Height (Aka: The Height Ref) ((AKA Aka: Too Much Time On My Hands))

TAGS BECAUSE I’M PROUD AND WANT PEOPLE TO SEE THIS: @wrathwritesthings @themissimmortal @hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags

SO, this question has always bugged me? Is Ardyn tall or short? Or a nice inbetween? Now in actuality it’s never been a doubt in my mind that Ardyn is at least six feet, but that still begs the question, how many inches do I need to shave off or add? Welp, let’s take a look, shall we?

(HERE GOES MY ATTEMPT AT BEING DEDUCTIVE.)

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happy pokemon day everyone!! we’ve come a long way since generation 1, and i cant wait for future generations for even bigger adventures!! :3

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how to be a very cute little duckling as performed by kim namjoon

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Seriously. Everyone needs a little more anime man love in their life. Get Amnesia memories. IT’S IN ENGLISH PEOPLE.

Why you should play Code Realize: Guardian of Rebirth

WARRIORS REDUX CASTING CALL

It’s here! All the info is at the link on my blog, since tumblr wont let it in the tags otherwise.

If you’re interested in trying out, please do so! There is no limit on how many characters you can audition for. At this time, all of ThunderClan (and Smudge) are up for audition. There are lots of minor roles if you’re not up for the main ones, and there will be tons more in the future.

The deadline as of now is 2 weeks from now, on June 17. It may be extended if needed. I can’t wait to work with you all!

anonymous asked:

I don't know how to word this, but in what way does mogai confuse so many people that it needs a mogai hell denial tag? I'm not disagreeing, I am genuinely curious of how people can go through such a long journey of labels finding themselves

there are several core beliefs that mogai perpetuates

1) the more obscure your labels, the more oppressed you are

2) LG and binary trans people are actually privileged for their visibility

3) being MGA is more radical than being gay

4) you have to capture all facets of your identity and comfort levels through your labels

5) there’s never enough labels

so basically you have mogai constantly churning out more and more terms for really specific experiences and present them as identities on their own

let’s take a look at lithromantic specifically, which means something like “only experiences attraction to someone until they reciprocitate it” 

in reality, every lesbian who’s struggled with compulsory heterosexuality (the absolute majority of us) will tell you that the abive described experience is very common for lesbians who have yet to come to terms with not being attracted to men. comp het makes us attracted to them in theory - we think we like a guy - but as soon as he starts liking us back? nope

this is the point where you would stop and wonder if perhaps, maybe you’re not attracted to men? but enter mogai and their presentation of lithromantic as an actual identity that’s ‘Totally Real and Valid uwuw’ and instead of “maybe i dont like men?” you think “makes sense, guess i’m lithromantic (towards men at least)”. and so you’ve successfuly been fooled into putting off your personal discovery 

If you’d told Geoff a few months ago that he’d be sitting around his penthouse surrounded not only by his own crew but also all three members of the infamous Cerberus he’d never have believed it. Could neither imagine trusting those killers within his inner sanctum nor winning their favour so completely that they were prepared to trust him back.

It’s bizarre, seeing them here, now, looking like any dumb 20 year olds as they flop all over Geoff’s couches and steal his booze. Michael, Gavin and Jeremy are still made of sharp edges sure, still gravitate to one another, still sink into cold calculation when they’re on a job, but there’s no denying the way they’ve opened up. The way they come to the penthouse to socialise rather than simply to collect missions, will drink and laugh and mess around, the way they’ve more or less stopped waiting for Geoff to tightened a noose around their necks.

On any given day one might find Jeremy and Ryan talking shop about various weapons, enthusiastically joined by Michael from time to time though he’s just as likely to be with Jack comparing specs on their cars. For his part Geoff seems to have acquired a Gavin shaped shadow, nosey and overbearing but endearing in his determination to discover everything there is to know. What a ridiculous leap they’ve made since that first meeting.



It happens at an old warehouse, pretty standard for a first meeting where everyone’s on edge, out of the public eye and in reasonably neutral territory, dim and dingy enough to appeal to even the most ludicrous of overdramatic crooks.

And Cerberus are dramatic; dressed all in black as they slink out of the darkness, perfectly in sync and moving so quietly Geoff almost misses their arrival. Might have all together if he didn’t have Jack in his ear, calm and steady as she plays sentry out the front. Even the clothes Cerberus wear stink of intention, a blazer, a hoodie, a leather jacket; casual but sleek, nothing ratty or worn out but not fancy enough to make Geoff think they’re looking to impress him. They aren’t subtle, though, not with the way they’re all wearing that stylised snarling Cerberus emblem of theirs, printed on Jones’ jacket, the buckle of Dooley’s belt, hanging from Free’s neck. They clearly know what people say about them, what Geoff must think of them, and it seems they’re more than willing to drive their identity home.  

Understandable, really, considering their appearance doesn’t quite match the stories. Confident and openly armed, yes, standing before the infamous Ramsey without a hint of trepidation, but Geoff had expected them to be older. Taller. Maybe slightly less theatrical, though with a name like Cerberus really that was a bad call on Geoff’s part. Still, the most frightening thing about Cerberus was always going to be their reputation, the rumours of what they had done, what they would do, the level of utter depravity they joyfully excelled at.

For all their many talents Cerberus were best known for outlandish robberies, absurd property damage and disturbingly imaginative wet work; deadly, merciless, and utterly impossible to shake once they’ve got their sights set on something. Each of the three have their own talents, complementary and seamlessly overlapping when need be but distinct enough none the less. The Bostonite specialises in long range and trick shots while Jersey is bombs and heavy weapons, but everyone best knows the pair for their fists, born brawlers with fire in their blood. The Brit works in words, in deals and threats and silken promises and, when all else fails, the ruthless application of knives and poisons. With that in mind it’s little surprise when he’s the one who steps forward and catches Geoff’s eye, smirking as sharp and wicked as a razorblade, and speaks.



This was a risk, and Geoff knew it. He wanted to grow his crew, wanted the best of the best, but all too many would tell him this recruitment was doomed to fail from the start. Doomed to more than simple rejection, given how volatile and bloodthirsty his chosen recruits were known to be. Geoff wasn’t worried, exactly, he’d won over the Vagabond after all, everything else should be easy sailing, but he was certainly cautious. Anyone with half a brain is cautious, when it comes to Cerberus.

Everyone knows Cerberus are assholes. Cocky, obnoxious, outrageously antagonistic and generally unpredictable, the group has a pretty chequered reputation.  They’re a roving crew, running jobs wherever they fancy regardless of territories and it’s made them more than a few enemies, but they are efficient. Creative. The kind of vicious that kingpins covet like jewels, if only anyone could keep them. It’s their other key character flaw; apparently unshakably devoted to one another, more loyal to each other than most blood relatives, but iffy on any outside input, impulsive, defiant, bad with authority.

They’re a curious trio, a tiny gang with no aspirations of growing their numbers, no apparent interest in carving out a stationary home and absolutely no intention of bowing to anyone. Which will make Geoff’s proposition a difficult one, to be sure, though he hasn’t given up hope. Geoff’s nothing if not inescapably persuasive when properly motivated, and if all the rumours have done this group justice this is an opportunity he has no intention of missing out on. If for nothing else than because he doesn’t want to be in their sightlines when some other gang inevitably snaps them up.



Given the inherent risks of this particular endeavor Ryan was always going to insist on coming along as backup. Not that Geoff was going to complain, he always did like to have Ryan loom into view halfway through initial meet and greets, a little test to see how people reacted when faced with the walking nightmare that is the Vagabond.

Considering how they’d been treating the negotiations so far, definitely lacking some of Geoff’s experience but still loftily tag-teaming their way through a scathing dismissal, Geoff has Cerberus pegged for a standard flinch and rally, some shock or maybe a flash of fear before they pull it together with a sneering show of indifference. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

When Ryan appears, ghosting out of the dark unannounced in his full Vagabond glory two things happen in quick succession. First, clearly clocking the movement if not the identity of the interloper all three leap into action, Free stepping back without fanfare as Jones and Dooley jerk forward, guns drawn and aimed so quickly Geoff genuinely thinks he’s gone and gotten Ryan killed. Before he can even open his mouth to explain the weapons are lowered again, all three faces lighting up with recognition and as one they grin. Sharp and shark-like and anything but friendly, somehow looking even more dangerous than they had with guns drawn, radiating glee as Free leans forward again and purrs out an overly familiar Well hello Ryan. Which, no. Unacceptable. 

For a brief horrible moment Geoff thinks Ryan must’ve been stupid enough not to mention some prior history with the group before realising that this was, of course, simply a demonstration, Cerberus making a little power play of their own. It’s a good one too, considering how few knew the Vagabond’s name, fewer still who’d be brave enough to taunt him with it. Not that Ryan gives them any sort of satisfying reaction, far too professional to even flinch, simply inclining his head in an unfazed greeting.

Geoff holds back a sigh, knowing the moment they’re back home he’s in for a rant about kids these days. Or perhaps an entreatment about adoption, lord knows Ryan has always liked his pets dangerous. Not that the three before them were the type to be kept like that, nothing more clear than their outright refusal to ever again be beholden to anyone but each other.



Everyone knows Cerberus had a master, once. The one who shaped them, who named them. The one who’d called himself Hades with all the arrogance of a man made of money and power, who’d thought himself untouchable, his control absolute.  Cerberus were Hades’ most trusted minions, his favourite pets, and outside the ridiculous melodrama of it all the name was certainly fitting, the trio becoming so wholly interlaced, thinking and talking and fighting with such undeniable synergy, that they could almost be mistaken for three heads of the same body.

Distinctive as they were it wasn’t long before Cerberus’ reputation preceded them wherever they went. It was not a pleasant reputation, not when they were doing all of Hades’ dirty work, nothing deemed too terrible, too cruel, no order they wouldn’t follow to the letter. Hades’ was the kind of man who demanded nothing less, saw scruples as weakness and gave unforgivable orders meant to test his own people as much as punish his victims. The kind of man who’d thought his dogs dumb and docile until they tore out his throat. 

Hades was no small fish and the news of his downfall spread like wildfire, but with the only living witnesses staying silent everyone’s heard a different version of how that night played out. There are those who say Cerberus were traitors, the lowliest of deserters. They say Hades’ loved them, gave them all they could ask for and still their greed demanded more. Say Cerberus took Hades for all he’d give, then banded together to take the rest, dishonest, treacherous dogs biting the hand that fed them. They were the only ones who could have gotten beyond Hades’ impenetrable security to get at him, they were a large portion of his security, and between their skill and the man’s favour, his faith in their unwavering obedience, killing Hades must have been child’s play.

Others, though, have a darker version, one arguably more fitting with Hades, the rich, nasty piece of goods who dealt in anything from drugs to guns to flesh, knocking off anyone who stood in his way. In those accounts Cerberus were bound to Hades, all chained one way or another, as captive as their namesake. They say Jones was traded as payment for a debt, young enough to stay loyal even to those who didn’t deserve it, made loaded gun for Hades to point wherever he pleased, blood on his hands whether he wanted it or not. They say that Free was brought across oceans under false pretences, kept at Hades’ side against his will, that the sugared words he spun on command were laced with poison and his constant guards were keepers as much as they were protection. They say Dooley’s already shady contract as an underground cage-fighter was bought out under the table, added to Hades’ collection and made to swap bare fisted beat downs for loaded guns and bloody executions.

Some say the attack was just the final straw, the inevitable mutiny after years of disservice. Some believe there was one last insult, say Hades was selling his pets to the highest bidder, indentured servitude of trained killers for a tidy profit. Some think it was just impulsive, the three beaten so broken and vicious it was only a matter of time, lashing out as senseless and bloodthirsty as dangerous animals.

Whichever circumstances you believe the end result was the same. Everyone agrees that whatever went down that night it was brutal. Everyone knows Hades died slow, body taken away in pieces. No tears were shed for the man but his money was keenly missed, empire left to crumble as his killers made off with a fortune.

The three could have done anything at that point, could have gone their separate ways and dropped into wealthy anonymity, but they didn’t. They stuck together, as tightknit as they’d ever been, even kept the name Hades gave them. It was smart, playing off the reputation they’d already earned, letting the death of their master boost them into even greater notoriety, powerful, feared and free. A freedom they ran wild with, pulling jobs all over the country, following their every whim no matter who they upset in the process.



Geoff can feel Ryan’s stare boring into the side of his head, matched perfectly by Jack’s pointed silence pressing down on him over the coms, and yeah, Geoff knows alright. Geoff wants them too, can already see how untouchable his crew could be with the six of them working together. The three standing before him are so fucking young in so many ways that they make Geoff feel ancient, make him feel sad and cold and furious when he thinks about it too long, but he can’t deny the anticipation zinging through his blood when he pictures what they can do, what they will be. It doesn’t hurt that he can just as clearly imagine what a nightmare his life will be if he lets them slip away, knows Ryan and Jack will tell Lindsay, tell Trevor, get all of the support crew on his case. Knows they’d probably be right to, if he messes this up.

Because, sure, Cerberus are turning them down, showed up to this meeting purely to sneer at his offer, to dare him to try and force them, to ruin him if he thinks to use them. But they still turned up. Still curious enough to hear out the proposition, to meet with the infamous Geoff Ramsey, all bristling violence and wary eyes but here all the same. And honestly that’s all the motivation Geoff needs. He is the king of Los Santos, a former Rooster, the criminal mastermind extraordinaire, and these kids won’t know what hit them.



The Penthouse is as full and loud as it’s ever been, a cacophony of noise matched by an entirely unreasonable number of empty liquor bottles. Jeremy is sitting at the dining table with Matt and Trevor, the remains of a disastrously short lived attempt at monopoly pushed by the wayside as they huddle together and plot, shielding their notes and throwing Geoff increasingly guilty glances whenever he passes by. In front of the TV Lindsay and Jack sit on either side of Michael as the three scream smack talk at one another at the top of their lungs, death threats and personal attacks all fair game in the face of a Mario kart tournament. Then there’s Gavin and Ryan, who’ve been throwing knives at Geoff’s wall without a hint of remorse, game only called off when Gavin’s slurring giggles betrayed the way his vision had started to blur. Even when relegated to the couch Gavin’s still pulling an endless array of blades from thin air like fucking Houdini, Ryan laughing helplessly as he desperately snatches them away for safe keeping.

There are guns on the coffee table, scattered across the kitchen bench, tucked into the cookie jar. Someone’s left what is hopefully an unloaded grenade launcher propped against the wall in the bathroom. There are wads of cash stashed all over the living room, poker chips scattered everywhere in the wake of an upended card table. A nearly unrecognisably charred deck of Uno still smokes from a metal wastepaper bin and someone has definitely smuggled another stray cat into one of the spare bedrooms. 

Despite all that it’s still the fridge that always grabs Geoff’s attention, entirely covered with articles and headlines cut from every newspaper in Los Santos, a variety of different handwriting artfully editing and rebutting when need be, like a living history of crew shenanigans as seen by the press. The newest addition, stuck dead centre in pride of place, is a photo taken midway through a heist pulled only last week, headline packed with delightful alarm as it heralds the apparently permanent addition of three new members of the Fake AH Crew.

HS ARTISTS DISCORD SERVER

Please excuse the hurried mascot design but there they are welcoming you guys to our discord server!

Invites are opened for a limited time only

NOW INCLUDING WRITERS TO OUR LOVELY COMMUNITY!!!

Who are we?

We are just an ordinary art server dedicated to Homestuck, and making friends with one another. Our goal is to spark the life back into our beloved community with art! We are able to accomplish this in many ways, such as daily activities (that are different every week, see here for more info,) and holiday events!

How do I join?

Make sure to read the RULES and FAQ, and then send an ask our way. For artists, a link or mention of your art tag/blog is sufficient, and for writers, a link to your writing tag/AO3/Fanfiction/etc will be fine! We do not judge you based on your skill level, we just simply need to be sure you are a creator!

Will the events be catered to writers/traditional artists?

As we are new to having writer’s join us, we have tried to insert writer events as well as involve them in as many of our current events as possible! Traditional artists are able to do all events.

Some quick things to note:

  • This server allows members from the age of 13 onwards. As long as you’re 13 or above, you’re allowed to join! No age limit otherwise!

  • We have daily events (except for Monday and Friday which are resting days reserved for movie night or game night.)

  • Everyone’s pretty easy to talk to so making friends shouldn’t be too hard! We have nearly 300 members so finding someone to click with will hopefully be easier for you!

  • The server can be overwhelming when you join. It dies down after the invite session has ended. They usually get very hyped over new people!

That’s it! If there’s anything more I need to add, I’ll make a new post stating it. It’ll be tagged #update in case you need to make sure!

the problem is that gay people are always hypersexualized so that even if we do the same things that straight people do, we’re specifically targeted for it like its unique to us. people see gay bars as like, dens of sin, when theyre virtually the same as other bars except they cater to LGBT people. a gay couple kissing is immediately pda because straight couples kissing is normalized, its everywhere- but the moment a gay couple looks at each other on TV conservatives whine about “political correctness” and gayness “being forced on them”. often times gay spaces are the only places we can be open about our sexualities and be sexual just like straight people, but straight people use this against us to try and prove our sinfulness. that’s why when people complain that gay spaces are sexualized or that all pda should be tagged, etc, that we get angry and defensive. these are our only spaces, and yet people are still putting a burden on us to keep it hidden, to remember that even here, we can’t have an outlet. understand that we all have our boundaries.

edit: as many have corrected me, hypersexualized is not the proper term. hypersexuality is specifically related to trauma. i apologize for that. in the future, i will make sure to use “sexualized” or “oversexualized” instead.

i also want to clarify that when i refer to tagging pda, the problem is not necessarily with people who are triggered/have trauma related to affection and need it tagged. my problem specifically is with pda as a term, which has connotations that the affection expressed is inappropriate for being in public. same gender couples are policed relentlessly for any interactions in public, in comparison to m/f couples where far more is “allowed” to be expressed without scrutiny. i have seen many posts on tumblr written by wlw about two women being in a relationship or having any romantic implications tagged as “pda”…. even in a text post. even with the two women simply holding hands. it makes me extremely uncomfortable to see how these interactions between same gender couples are targeted even on tumblr, with no similar problem with m/f relationships because they are not as stigmatized. people who need affection tagged are not the issue here, the use of the term pda and its overuse specifically for m/m and f/f couples is.

And here’s the other thing I need to talk about before buckling down and finishing the review of the full episode: Alicia.

Before I get into it, I’m just going to give you the heads up that this post may be uncomfortable for some because it’s kinda skirting some dissociative topics. Please let me know if there is a more appropriate way to tag this.

There is already plenty of meta floating around about Alicia’s fate. It seems like most people are totally convinced that Alicia is dead, that something else is parading around looking like her, and/or that it’s just Alicia’s memories.

Meanwhile, I remain convinced that we’re not supposed to have a firm answer. Her fate drives us straight into a the philosophical discussion of self. Are we our bodies, or are we our consciousness? If you have all of your memories, all of your thoughts, all of your emotions, are you still you if all of those are taken out of your body and placed into something else? Conversely, are you still you if you still have your body, but not your memories or day-to-day emotions? It’s a philosophical question that I think a lot of people are at least peripherally aware of, even if they haven’t read all the standard writings on it.

Yes, the philosophy of self was probably my favorite part of my Intro to Philosophy course, but I also feel like this question was posed on purpose. Steve Yockey kinda played with this philosophical question in a previous episode of his – 12x10 Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets… although I don’t think we knew it was a question until we were faced with Alicia’s question of body versus consciousness.

I find that doll disturbing.”

This isn’t even the part of 12x10 that I find the most relevant here, but it’s interesting that Akobel made that comment at all. It’s just a doll – it’s a thing that resembles a person, but it’s also empty. The Alicia-doll is not empty.

But here’s what I really want to talk about:

I don’t think I’ll get any argument that this is Cas, or that this is any less Cas than the Cas we’re familiar with, even though he has a much stronger claim on his current body.

And to counter that, let me throw this in, as well:

I will also get no argument that this is still Dean, even though it’s Dean’s body, but without any of his memories or even knowing that he is Dean.

Why is that? Why is it that Dean is still Dean when he has his body, but not his memories? Why is it that when Cas is in a different body he’s still considered Cas, but Alicia is not?

Is it because she died? Sam, Dean, and Cas have all died… multiple times.

Is it because Max can take her free will away? Sam and Cas have both lost their free will to Lucifer. Dean somewhat lost his free will to the Mark of Cain. 

Why is this different?

This question doesn’t have to be rhetorical, by the way… just know that I’m really happy with the question… probably happier with the question than any possible answer. (The wonderful action of questioning is a big part of my personality, in case y’all don’t know this yet. Questioning is what makes humanity so spectacular, but that’s getting off track.)

Where I don’t think there is a question is whether or not what Max did was right.

Alicia died, and Max brought her back.

This episode did what 11x17 Red Meat did by taking Sam and Dean’s story and placing it in a different context. Red Meat placed the context of their codependency into the real world – Sam was nearly killed by a gun rather than a demon, while Dean tried to kill himself with an overdose rather than a sacrifice to a god or some other supernatural creature.

Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes took the codependency and placed Sam and Dean outside of it, therefore placing the audience outside of it, giving us an objective viewpoint of what’s really going on.

She’s disrupting the natural order by being alive. You of all people know what that means. Chaos and sadness will follow her for the rest of her life.

6x11 Appointment in Samarra

No matter what the answer is to what’s going to happen to Max’s soul as a consequence (did he sell his soul or not? The Borrower Witch specifically said all he had to do to finish the deal was touch the ring; she died first, but he still touched the ring), what he did was still not okay.

The Winchesters have been messing with the natural order for a decade now. On paper, they know its wrong and have sworn to themselves to stop doing it. However, that doesn’t undo what they’ve done in the past. Sam, Dean, and Mary all should have been dead years ago, and yet they still live.

Alicia’s death and resurrection is far more questionable than any Winchester resurrection we’ve ever seen, and it’s like that for a reason – no matter the situation, no matter the consequences or lack thereof, what’s dead should stay dead.