i think that killing a dragon should have catastrophic nuclear-fallout level environmental consequences tbh. their blood should scorch and wither the earth with fire and poison, the toxic fumes released as they decay should choke the land and all nearby living creatures, and the entire landscape where they fell should be transformed into a blighted wasteland where bleached leviathan bones loom upwards out of the ground as a warning that can be seen from miles away, the boundary markers of an exclusion zone.

i also think that it would be wonderfully ironic if those who sought the fame and glory of the title of 'dragonslayer' only ended up with the bitter, enduring reminder of the devastation they're responsible for. this is not a place of honor. no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here.

Thinking about... Grieving the undead.

You aren't dead, but you're moving 12 hours away.

You aren't dead, but you're leaving our friend group.

You aren't dead but you've moved to a different state and now we text twice a year.

You aren't dead but you blocked me.

You aren't dead but we stopped talking, not on purpose but so long ago that I wouldn't even know what to say to you now.

You aren't dead but you're a stranger to me now.

You aren't dead but we lost touch and now I don't even remember your username.

You aren't dead but I ended things with you and now we never speak.

You aren't dead but I still have to grieve you. Whether I'd change it if I could or not, you're still a presence that I'm used to and now you won't be there anymore.

And so I grieve.

What to do if you find yourself homless- written by someone who has actually been homeless

Most important: Spend the money you have on a motel. Churches probably will not actually help and shelters can be dangerous or turn you away. At a motel you have free breakfast, access to running water, and a lockable place to sleep. Do not waste money on a gym membership like the popular version of this post says to do, YMCA memberships are like $40.

2. Contact family and friends. Now is not the time to worry about being a burden. Your survival and safety comes first and that is all that matters, anyone worth having in your life will agree.

3. Start a gofundme. Even if someone can’t offer you a place to stay, they might be willing to toss out $5 so you can eat today.

4. Libraries have free wifi. Apply to any and all jobs you can think of if you aren’t already working.

5. Any home is a good home. Even if it’s a dingy apartment in a bad neighborhood. If its cheap and you can afford it, snatch it up. 

6. Pancake mix and peanut butter are filling, cheap, and last a long time.

PLEASE SHARE THE FUCK OUT OF THIS

i’ve started to think about ao3 audience interaction as kinda comparable to doing a live reading in an intimate little bookstore, like kudos are everybody who stayed til the end and applauded, comments are everybody who waited to come up to talk to you afterwards, and bookmark comments are the little snatches of conversation you overhear outside.

this helps me feel better/less anxious about responding to comments with some form of thanks, because if someone walked up to me in person and said they liked my work right after reading it, i would compulsively say thanks. it also helps contextualize audience size in a healthy way i think, bc most of us naturally crave more attention on our fic, but if we were actually in the room with even like 20 people applauding and five people waiting after to tell us how awesome we are we’d be fuckin elated.  

This this this this THIS! Thank you so much for conceptualizing it this way!

another one of my uni portfolio pieces. something about kind gestures of strangers that go unnoticed because we're so used to them and the inherent goodness of people etc etc etc

honestly i just wanted to draw a comic because i wanted to show off my illustration skills. i wish i had spent more time on these & drawn more comics for this series but i was running out of time :(

(made in photoshop)

can’t get over when famous gangster lucky luciano was like “hey lansky seems like quite a hassle getting all those nazis offa your terf you want us to help ya out” and meyer “Left Russia Because of Pogroms and Became A Gangster In The US” lansky was like “no. no getting to beat the shit out of nazis is reward enough for us. sorry lucky this one’s personal don’t worry about it”

here’s a quote from a New York Times article abt it

also bonus quote from that article

“quick question about the punching, judge perlman: how about murder instead”

everybody says that “the government” enlisted these mobsters to beat up nazis, but like. no. no that didn’t happen? judge nathan perlman illegally called up a man who could have him shot dead at a minute to say “hey. i’ve scoured the fucking law books tryna find a way to get these fucking nazis out of here, but my legal means have unfortunately run out. so-” and meyer fucking lansky was like “ah say no more boss lemme call a buncha friends and we’ll get this sorted out real quick don’t even bother paying me.“

can you imagine that phone call. like genuinely. how am i supposed to continue living my normal life knowing this happened. people who loooove talking about punching nazis, taKE FUCKING NOTES

this is my favorite Meyer Lansky story.

my second favorite Meyer Lansky story is about the time, many years later, that he was at a meeting of mafia heads and one of them started bragging about how his son was following him into the family business.

Meyer Lansky said “That’s nice. My son works for NASA.”

Have and Have Not (2006) Crystal Schenk

look i reblogged this because this piece FUCKS but then

then I looked in the notes and y’know.

some people seems confused.

Why a shopping cart with stained glass? 

or This would be cool to shop with

or something about religion and NO

NO

THIS. Is about HOMES.

That style stained glass? Those diamonds? They speak to me, and they say “Townhouse”. and FANCY townhouse, at that. They say “City home, old home, a home that is RICH, a shelter from the storm and a safe place for a family”.

But on! a! shopping cart!

That evokes - to me - Homelessness.

The person on the street who had no other choice but to steal the best cart they could from a store’s corral just to have a way to transport the meager belongings that are all they fucking have in this world. And it’s NOT a home or a safe place or a shelter but it’s all you fucking have!

And this piece goes and puts them fucking together! AND NAMES IT.

Yeah this is fucking ART.

damn yes! This seems to me to be obvious

You up? Alex Krokus

That last panel looks so peaceful. Sure they’re tired, but they’re genuinely enjoying themselves. Props to the artist for being able to convey such an interesting expression.

I liked that, too! Something about how, even if you feel lousy, it’s nice to do something that is within your abilities and is appreciated.

Damian:

Tim:

Damian:

Tim:

Damian: ... *opens his arms*

Tim:

Tim: *sighs*

Tim: *helps Damian up to get to a tall shelf*

Damian, now down: *hasitates*... Thanks *leaves*

Dick: I don't know if I should be mad that you helped him get something Alfred has forbidden or happy you two had such a nice interaction for once

Jason, pinching his arm repeatedly: Talk for yourself, that felt surreal to me

The dichotomy between Jason dying because he disobeyed Batman and Stephanie dying specifically because she was trying to follow his rules is so good, and yet so under utilized.

i’m not as mean as I would like to be. and I really wish people appreciated that more

Green Lantern: Like can you believe that Batman is actually Bruce Wayne? Freaking nepo baby Bruce Wayne?

Flash: I know right? Batman seems so independent while Bruce Wayne just seems so…spoilt.

Superman: I don’t think Bruce Wayne and Batman act all that differently, to be honest.

Green Lantern: Shit, Batman’s coming this way.

Flash: Do you think he heard us?

[Batman stops in front of the trio and glares menacingly at them]

Flash and Green Lantern: …

Superman: Do you need something Batman?

Batman: …My coffee’s cold.

Green Lantern: Pantry’s the other way, Spooky.

Batman: [Ignores Green Lantern and continues staring expectantly at Superman]

Superman: Alright. Let me just heat that up for you. [heats up the coffee in the Superman mug that Batman is holding with his laser eyes]

Clark, 14, carrying the tractor to the barn after it broke down

Clark: “ma, am I weird?”

Ma: [staring at 5’4 Clark hold a tractor above his head] “no, my darling”

Pa Kent: everyone is a little weird son

[Clark using his heat vision to join two pieces of metal together and using his fingernails as a screwdriver]

Clark: thanks Pa

Ma: “our differences are what make us who we are”

Clark: [with his hands in the fire place to adjust a log that wasn’t burning] “that’s true”

Clark: “it’s just that… I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb”

Pa: “well bud, that’s only because you’re aware of your abilities. You think other people know but they don’t”

Clark: [using the palm of his hand or thumb to drive nails in] “you’re right, pa. You can’t just look at people and know what they can and can’t do”

It worked tho 🤷‍♀️

This is one of my fav scenes from a cute fic I read this week.

Bonus:

did you know red snapper can live for over 100 years…. whatre they DOING down there

I hope this doesn’t work the same way for centaurs.

Thanks! I hate it

Going fishing:

People gathered around lava, Iceland.

Ants enjoying a drop of honey

(via @netherworldpost)

imagine getting this review

I guarantee that Monica at the front desk has not been able to live this review down and her coworkers absolutely bring it up regularly.

If I were Monica I'd print this review out and frame it

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