Hundreds of thousands of people came out today in London to March for a Free Palestine. Hundreds of thousands of people disagreeing with the current government stance on the war. Don’t let the media fool you, people in the UK stand with Palestine.
Reports are saying that nearly half a million people marched in this protest. That's roughly equivalent to 1 in every 16 people who live in Greater London.
I've personally not seen anything on this scale since the Iraq war protests.
Dream’s a ghost writer. Literally. He can speak to the dead and he uses his talents to write their untold stories. Some give him permission to publish and they sell incredibly well, the public at large eating up the extraordinary lives of people long gone. Others lived more sedate lives, or prefer not to have their story out there for the masses to consume. All of them, though, are important to write down.
He’s noticed over the past few years, however, a trend. One particular man seems to keep popping up in these ghostly biographies. It’s easy to spot him in the tales Dream’s ghosts spin now that Dream has noticed – always roughly the same in appearance, always the same light and jovial demeanor, always leaving a lasting impression. And he always has roughly the same name.
The problem? The stories Dream has been able to spot this mysterious stranger in span several centuries.
He’s published a fair few of them, and recently he’s noticed a man bearing a striking resemblance to this stranger in his local coffee shop…
Okay so I want you to know that I'm not at all ignoring you it's just that this idea actually ate my brain and is going to turn into fully fledged certified full-length fic so it'll take me a little while longer to finish. HOWEVER. Have a snippet :D
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“Robert Gadlen?” Dream asks the new face in his favourite café, feeling one part brave and one part utterly mad.
This man simply cannot be who he thinks he is. It isn’t possible.
And yet he has cropped up again and again. The same general description, and always the same initials—R. G.—though he also once went by Hob, but Dream had done his research. Hob was once a common nickname for Robert. This, he thinks, must be the man’s real name—he sticks too closely to it. It is always a Robert, a Robbie, a Rob, a Robin, a Bobby, or a Hob. A surname beginning with G.
This is of course evidence of the madness. If this man was truly six centuries or more old, surely he would be cleverer than that.
Someone went above and beyond for halloween
Knowing that this was probably the last entry we would get to hear Karim's wonderful performance as Dracula makes the fact that we got a full blown musical number from him where he sounds like he's simultaneously trying to murder AND seduce Jonathan absolutely stellar.
Vlad meets Lex. He realizes some things.
Vlad meets Lex Luthor at a gala, and Lex is schmoozing hard.
Lex has heard about Vlad's weirdass business deals, knows something isn't right, and he want whatever untraceable power Vlad's got at his disposal.
Lex has done his research, and knows that Vlad got the equipment for cloning, but that no child was ever announced. So Lex starts bragging, going on and on about Kon and talking about the kid like he's a Thing.
And Vlad, listening to this, has some unfortunate realizations about how he was treating Ellie.
So Vlad excuses himself and does some digging of his own, and holy shit do the dead have a lot to gossip about regarding how Superman used to treat the boy, and Vlad...doesn't want to be compared to either of those buffoons.
He's better than both of them combined.
And he's gonna prove it.
He's gonna be the daddest dad that ever dadded.
He'll be way better than Jack, and if he's a better father than Jack then Daniel and Jasmine and Maddie will follow! He just has to learn how to be a good parent.
Easy.
He proceeds to buy every parenting book he can find, and signs himself up for parenting classes.
Ellie, minding her own business, feels a shiver go down her back.
He learns about the famous Dad BBQ that went down.
He decides to get every Dad in town who doesn’t want to lose his Dad card or anybody who wants to be a paternal influence.
Every mom who wants to make or bake a treat.
And proclaims an upcoming citywide block party. Support your kids! Support our town! Costumes will be encouraged for our fall festivities (but fighting will not).
More than a dozen of the town’s specters show up in bedsheets, sunglasses hiding their eyes.
Ember plays a hypnosis free song for her treats (Danny double dog dared her to prove she could get the applause on skill alone without spectral aid).
Johnny gets talked into hitching up a cart to the back of his motorcycle and folks get hayrides.
The cessation of hostilities only extend to midnight, but it gives the ghost kids a chance to get Dadded.
The Box Ghost even gets in on it, manipulating the cartons of meat closer to Lunch Lady who has designated herself top chef.
One little girl asks if she’s like Ratatouille, and Danny explains that she’s talking about a little rodent who loves food so much that he becomes the top chef if Paris’ top restaurant.
Lunch Lady is pleased and now answers to Ratatouille.
There is only one other hard and fast rule: No Booze.
The event turns out to be huge, and the GIW are only permitted if they leave their weapons at home. Weapons = an immediate removal because they live in a barroom brawl scene every damn day and the kids deserve a break.
P.S.? The Fentons walk to the event.
Jack is going to defend his Good Dad™️ title and good god is he whole-assing this. Puts 310% effort into being the best possible dad
Ends up being in a throuple with Jack and Maddie.
Not where he was trying to go to be sure, but Vlad isn't complaining.
Not where he was trying
to go to be sure, but Vlad
isn’t complaining.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
TIL that the English word “Lord” in the sense of the head of an estate comes from an Old English word of Germanic origins, hlāfweard, later hlāford, later lord.
Normally I wouldn’t remark on my romps through etymology, but “hlafweard” is a compound of hlaf, or loaf, and weard, which means guardian (see also Ward or Warden, etc). Meaning that when you call someone a lord you are calling him an esteemed keeper of the bread.
HEY THERE BREADBOX PETER WIMSEY. LOAF GUARD PALPATINE. BREAD CLIP VETINARI.
Lady also derives from hlaf, but in this case hlafdige or bread kneader. She makes the bread, he monitors it. Women have to do all the work as usual.
Now, the reason I was looking this up was that I wanted to develop a gender-neutral analogue to lord/lady; there are analogues already out there naturally, but the Shivadh must be different and anyway I didn’t like the ones I’d seen suggested online.
Given that the origins of Lord and Lady aren’t all that strongly gendered anyway (they’re about what the person does, not what their gender is), I decided that if a woman is a bread-kneader and a man is a bread-guarder, a nonbinary person should be A BREAD EATER, which would be Hlafetan.
Thus I present to you the gender-neutral analogue to Lord or Lady: Ledan.
advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love
AND DINOSAURS
While you crisp up your vegetables in your new air fryer, your blorbo should continue to marinate in your mind until tender. If that's not the dream, what is?
this piece was inspired by the Mari Lwyd tradition from Wales. I really like the way it turned out, the underglaze shading makes it pop
sold
the creepy eyeball just delights me
This bitch again it is October
Christmas comes earlier every year smdh
snnneeeeeak preview of one of the 7 prints I'll start releasing in a coupla days
Just as general info:
starting on the 29th, I'll be releasing a new print design every day until i release all seven prints
On that seventh day, I'm gonna trigger the store-wide holiday sale that I do once a year to encourage folks to get their orders in time for the holidays since I do need to ship out of Canada (snail mail)
This sale will last one month, until the first week of december or so, the last hope of getting your order in on time.
Each design'll be a surpriiiiiiiiiise but know that some of these I KNOW yall've been asking for ;)
man i love my reference images window's tabs
eheheheheheheheh
scrimpS
okay i've figured out my release schedule and scrimps is gonna go live on nov 1, but for now-
GET HYPE NEW PRINTS ARE RELEASING AS SOON AS I REAWAKEN FROM MY EEP
everyone's always so mad when their family techniques get stolen. personally i don't care. i steal weapons from battlefields, you steal eyes from corpses. basically the same thing
Once you get to a certain level of advanced maths, you basically become a wizard.
this is what a page of my wizards spellbook looks like
Sounds like something a wizard mocking another wizard for their poorly written spellbook would say
4 days since we last heard from our good friend Jonathan Harker, who has lost all hope.
0 days since we learned of Mina’s train fixation, and Dracula’s true whereabouts.
Colombia!!!
Lula for Brazil 🇧🇷
And yet again the "backwards underdeveloped countries" are the only ones with a fucking spine and moral fiber on earth
the Brazilian foreign minister, in the UN Security Council, warned that the UN will be "remembered—and blamed—for it's inaction and apparent unwillingness in stopping this bloodshed"
Disabled people should be allowed to exist in public. Yes, I mean all disabled people.
That includes people with tic disorders.
That includes people who smell ‘bad’.
That includes people who can’t help being loud.
That includes people who move ‘strangely’.
That includes people with bulky mobility aids.
That includes people who drool.
That includes people who struggle with incontinence.
We all should get to exist, however that looks, and go out in public, use public transport, do activities outside our homes. And we should be allowed to do those things without being glared at or having ableist things said to us.
Disabled people should be allowed to exist in public. Yes, I mean all disabled people.
That includes people with tic disorders.
That includes people who smell ‘bad’.
That includes people who can’t help being loud.
That includes people who move ‘strangely’.
That includes people with bulky mobility aids.
That includes people who drool.
That includes people who struggle with incontinence.
We all should get to exist, however that looks, and go out in public, use public transport, do activities outside our homes. And we should be allowed to do those things without being glared at or having ableist things said to us.
Disabled people should be allowed to exist in public. Yes, I mean all disabled people.
That includes people with tic disorders.
That includes people who smell ‘bad’.
That includes people who can’t help being loud.
That includes people who move ‘strangely’.
That includes people with bulky mobility aids.
That includes people who drool.
That includes people who struggle with incontinence.
We all should get to exist, however that looks, and go out in public, use public transport, do activities outside our homes. And we should be allowed to do those things without being glared at or having ableist things said to us.
Disabled people should be allowed to exist in public. Yes, I mean all disabled people.
That includes people with tic disorders.
That includes people who smell ‘bad’.
That includes people who can’t help being loud.
That includes people who move ‘strangely’.
That includes people with bulky mobility aids.
That includes people who drool.
That includes people who struggle with incontinence.
We all should get to exist, however that looks, and go out in public, use public transport, do activities outside our homes. And we should be allowed to do those things without being glared at or having ableist things said to us.











