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@xyanblue

Vrisrezi enthusiast. I draw sometimes. twitter.com/Xyan_Blue 

spotify's algorithm is so mean sometimes like it'll say "based on your taste, we recommend complete fucking garbage"

"objectively physically attractive but in possession of negative rizz" is one of my favorite character concepts. i just think it's so great when there's an absurdly hot person who's just a complete fucking loser. the mood is unsalvageable the moment they open their mouth kind of deal. you get no bitches because you're so sucks.

I feel like if I go back and reread Scott Pilgrim again after 10 years it'll make me have a botw-style flashback cutscene where I realize what made me become a girl.

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If you see a post or hear somebody from an oppressed or exploited group expressing anger at their oppressor or exploiter class that’s maybe not very nice or specific in who its angry at, maybe its hyperbolic or includes you in a way you may not think is fair, maybe its not explicitly elaborating every exact and nuanced political position this person has, the correct response to that is to think “ok” and move on with your day. Somebody saying “I hope every white person explodes” or “I hope the entire continent of North America north of the Rio Grande and the Gadsden Purchase gets launched into the sun by big rocket ships” is not actually an attack on you. You are safe. I mean this sincerely: cope. It’s fine. Its pretty normal to think “yeowch! I would not like to explode or be fired into the sun I think”, thats okay, just keep that to yourself! I promise you its alright. Shhhhh. I’m feeding you sugar cubes like a wild horse. Gentle. Easy now. You’re safe.

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