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It's insane that pants were named after a fictional character who wore pants
Pirate jokes
Slippery slope
AHHH COMPRESSION KILLED THE QUALITY
Day 146 of drawing Hornet everyday until Sea of Sorrow comes out. and Day 10 of Hollow Knight Art Month: Mount Fay
I am the mask and the mask is me
Day 145 of drawing Hornet everyday until Sea of Sorrow comes out. and Day 9 of Hollow Knight Art Month: Phantom

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ursula k le guin affirmations for your day:
it is our differences which make us dearer to one another
it is never too late to start loving
the enemy is not the foreigner, but the ones who tell you to hate the foreigner
everyone should have food, shelter, and work
everything is a yin and yang metaphor if you try hard enough
sci-fi is important
everything is a
yin and yang metaphor if
you try hard enough
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
hornet is like vampire hunter D to me
100% agree
iām speechless
This is how the system of white supremacy Ā operates. The media is used 2 create stereotypes like blk on blk crime.They need black men to fill jail cells for the Prison Indstrial complex
You know what? Iām tired of this. I do not know what exactly they are waiting for. I mean our government comes up with āreasonsā to invade other countries, such as Syria, like their government is allegedly violating human rights or something like that. but⦠I mean for other countries, they do not even have to go deep to bomb the fuck out of this place, they can just look at our media. And this has been happening to people of color since the media has existed.
Iāll never forget this šš¾
Did a research project on this in undergrad and the results are extremely alarming because itās not just in imagery, itās in language used even in the law making process and within our own communities in a completely different way than expected.
This āšæ
Most normal siblings in the universe
Me describing my attachment to Shulk: heās got catastrophic levels of Autistic White Boy energy going on. heās an extremely skilled mechanical engineer at 18 years old. heās liable to snap in half if he gets any aggro in battles. heās been on life support for 14 years and has no idea. he talks like a goddamn villain from time to time. heās running around for 10.5 hours of jrpg plot in a turtleneck sweater and cargo shorts. he hates vegetables. he gets bodied every other cutscene and itās never enough to make him reconsider blindly flinging himself at people the second he gets pissed off. he has a massive laser sword that doubles as his cursed amulet. heās Monad From Gnosticismās favorite little skrunkly creature. his voice acting is the most scrumptious performance I think Iāve ever heard. heās haunted me for almost 10 years. he recreates the universe via Big Bang 2.0. heās terrified of caterpillars. every day I wake up

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Thatās Dunban over there!
yes... finally.... it's done.. I'm freeeeee, go my phantnet!!
If I'd done this bad a job at parenting I'd be shopping around for a kaishakunin
Our current governor is such an embarrassment (and nobody outside of the left seems to really see it?).
And we're likely to have either the billionaire who is ruining the Democratic party as governor (And who has long been known to draw Jerusalem Crosses -- christian supremacist crusader shit -- on his hands), or a Republican governor, because no Democratic candidates are willing to bow out, and because of how California's primaries now work.
Itās Survivability Onion Sunday

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how am i not supposed to be a samfrosie truther when this is an actual passage from the book
I wonder what that marriage proposal felt like on Rosieās end. Sheās like āenough faffing around - I want to move in together.ā
and Samās like, āah, well. THE THING IS. I actually have to move in with Frodo first.ā
And Rosieās like: āI need a timeline.ā
And Samās like: āIiiiiiiii⦠seewhatyoumean. I have to go do forestry, though.ā
And Rosieās like: āok but youāre a gardener.ā
And heās like: āIām diversifying! Got my chainsaw license. Doing a course about coppicing.ā As he shuffles shiftily out the door.
This whole time, a genuinely ill Frodo is living in Rosieās actual house. Sam moves back in with his grandfather, but Frodo lives with Rosie, her brothers and her father, who are all caring for him. A fascinating move there from Sam. Park your boyfriend with your girlfriend and move back in with Gaffer! That certainly simplifies everything and definitely delays any timeline conversations that your boyfriend and girlfriend are trying to have. CANāT TALK NOW. ER. RESTORING NATIVE HEDGEROW.
While Sam is off pretending that topiary techniques totally apply to woodland management, Frodo has a massive relapse - WHILE LIVING IN ROSIEās HOUSE!! Rosieās DAD discovers him and deals with it! The Cottons must have THE HIGHEST tolerance for messy polycule drama. And apparently they all join forces with Frodo in keeping this from Sam.
Pippin and Merry come with a moving van and forcibly restore redecorate Frodoās house, which mustāve been fun for them, and I hope they took some initiative in the matter of colours, paint, etc. Somebody clearly had to. Iām glad it was them. I hope THEY talked to Rosie about it. I hope she designed the damn place.
And THEN the house is ready and Frodoās like, āSam! WHEN are you moving in with me.ā
FRODO!!!
YOUāRE LIVING IN HIS FIANCĆEās HOUSE!!!!
No WONDER you get a sense of Rosie being slightly impatient about all this. Sam fucks off to do tree surgery and has given no actual timeline! He proposes so badly that his best friend, who lives with Rosie, didnāt even realise they were engaged! Frodoās just living with Rosie (which is fine, youāre fine, Frodo, dw about it) but, like, what are we doing, when is Frodo moving out, WHAT IS THE PLAN, SAM.
And Frodo and Sam are like ššššš what if we lived together! Yay! š
Rosie mustāve been like. FRODO AND I. ALREADY. LIVE. TOGETHER. WHOSE HOUSE ARE YOU IN RIGHT NOW ā
āRosie, you can be mistress of Bag End!ā
WELL. BULLY FOR ME, GOOD THING I ALREADY DECORATED IT.
āWe can get married ASAP! I mean it, ASAP.ā
TIMELINE. GOOD.
āThere should be enough room that it wonāt be weird.ā
I HAVE BEEN LIVING WITH FRODO FOR MONTHS. WHO DO YOU THINK DOES HIS LAUNDRY AND STOPS HIM SLEEPWALKING.
āHas Frodo been sleepwalking?!ā
⦠NO.
Anyway, I see you, Rosie Cotton. Nice job bagging two charming husbands and a cool house. Sorry about everything you had to go through though.
Iāve been thinking a lot lately about some of the people I interact with. I have a coworker who I am pretty sure is a MAGA type, and she is also a lovely woman who is dreadfully overworked and so good at connecting to patients when they call. I can see the conflict on her face when she talks to me, a gigantic tranny dork who speaks Spanish and affirms the LGBT community, but can also talk to her about her cows and knows about guns and stuff. I can see the fear in the eyes of my former Young Menās leader when he misgenders me and realizes that Iām not an ideology but a person he has known for a long time. I can see the way my extended family stop and stutter over political discussions when they realize they are talking about me. And I donāt know why but lately itās just made me think about my neighbor as a kid.
When we moved to Arizona, we moved next door to a lovely retired couple - John and Lucy. John was a veteran of WWII, he had an M.D. and a Ph.D. in radiology, and he LOVED us to pieces. His wife, Lucy, was a sharp and gifted woman - well spoken, very observant, and VERY clever. I just know that she used that cleverness as a mom to great effect, because with my and my siblings she always managed to find a way to send us home with candy and treats for a week despite my dadās protests. We loved them, growing up, and even though they have long-since passed away I love them still, and I love what I learned from them.
John was, as stated, a WWII veteran. He was enlisted as a rifleman, and later as a front line medic, starting at Point Du Hoc and moving inwards to France and towards the Rhine. He let me do a report on him in 6th grade where he shared war stories with me he had kept to himself his whole life - he said it was out of respect for his friends who didnāt get to come home and tell their stories.
He said he told me because he knew I could respect the memories of his friends.
He showed me his collection of medals, and which heād kept hidden away in a sock in his attic because heād feel an immense grief any time he saw them. He had wanted to be a doctor his whole life, prior to being drafted he was studying medicine and had taken the Hippocratic oath to Do No Harm. He saw his medals as a reminder that he had Done Harm.
After telling me his stories he was able to convince himself that while he had Done Harm, it was only because his only other alternative was, to him, cowardice. He chose to be brave even if it meant acting against his Oath because he felt that if he didnāt do it someone else would have to go in his place and he would be responsible for the harm that befell them. I donāt think thatās true, but for him it was and that was something no being on earth could have ever dissuaded him from believing.
He shared wild stories - melee combat on the beach, clearing artillery bunkers, receiving a Purple Heart for being injured in hand-to-hand combat with a Wehrmacht rifleman he said he felt pity for because they were the same age and he had to imagine the man he was fighting had been drafted just like him.
He shared how he was awarded a Silver Star for charging a machine gun nest, but shared that he was most proud of not killing anyone in the process. He threw a grenade with the pin still in it and when the machine gunners jumped to avoid being blown up they were killed by someone else so he didnāt have to do it. He took the machine gun and shot the other machine gun in that French field to pieces so he didnāt have to kill the people operating it. He said they were giving out Silver Stars like candy but I knew he was being modest.
He told me about being redesignated as a medic, about how he crawled for about 500 yards on his belly to rescue an injured tank driver, then threw him over his back and crawled the same 500 yards back (1000 yards total) to treat his injuries. He said he met the man in an Army hospital in England after his spine was broken by a high explosive panzer shell was fired through a hollowed out French farmhouse and landed about 20 feet away from him.
He told me about all the people he helped and saved as a medic, he told me about his work in radiology and research after the war. He showed me a hallway that was quite literally wallpapered with academic honors heād earned as a researcher. He told me about how his first Fourth of July back was a horror show for him because fireworks and German artillery make very similar sounds. He told me about how he woke up in a cold sweat well over half a century later hearing the screams of German artillery men being burned alive with flamethrowers, or hearing his own voice apologizing to the young German soldier he stabbed in the heart at Point Du Hoc.
He told me that when he was asked to present at a medical conference in Germany 25 years after the war ended that he was so scared he couldnāt step off the plane, and that his wife had to hold his hand and lead/pull him with her. He said he was not scared because he was worried about being triggered, but because he knew that someone somewhere outside of that plane had the course of their life irreparably altered by his military service. That to someone out there he was the cause of immense suffering and harm. That some unwitting waiter could be the son of the Nazi Officer he stabbed in the heart with a 12-inch hunting knife. That some woman asking questions in the audience would be the daughter or widow of a man he sent to judgement with a .30-06. He was scared that they would hate him.
He knew what the Naziās had done, he knew better than anyone Iād ever met. Heād watched the documentaries, heās seen the PoWs returning from camps, heād seen the civilians massacred and tortured by their regime, but he also knew that among the monsters were people like him - idealistic 20-somethings who only wanted to make the world better and were ripped away from that life by the Nazi war machine. And he spent his whole life mourning the loss of innocence and peace that was forced on so many people by such a corrupt power.
To be honest I donāt know if I could do that, but he could. He told me he could still feel the dead and lost with him, both when he slept and when he woke. He told me he thought heād go to his grave never having told a word of this to anyone. That the stories of him and his friends and allies would disappear silently with him and those like him. That he had wanted that until he realized that he didnāt have to sell out to share the stories - that he could give the stories away for free to someone who would love the people in them, and not just the content of them. He didnāt want his stories to be used as Patriotic Pornography by some TV network or magazine. He wanted the people he knew to be respected, he wanted their memories to be honored and loved, and he entrusted me, a 12-year-old āboyā to do that.
He told me for years afterwards that after telling me these stories that he slept better than he ever had. That by sharing the stories with someone who could hear Him over the din of victory and glory and honor and revisionistic history. Someone who could see the man in the story and not just see the plot of a battle being won. He wanted to be human, and he wanted the people he saw die to be human too - everyone, not just the people on his side. He wanted someone to see and to know the anguish of having to look someone in the eye as heartblood muddies the ground beneath them and hope that they understand that this was not an act of love or hatred but an act of desperation. To hope that you had just taken out One Of The Bad Ones instead of a medical student or a poet who had been drafted. He wanted me to see how hard he had worked since then to build a world without scarcity, to build a world of peace. He wanted me to know SO badly that the cost of violence, any violence, even necessary violence, is always ALWAYS paid by both parties involved.
I think about the rise of the new right wing - the new Nazi movementās traction in politics, and I feel sad and scared - the world that Johnathan J Yobaggy, my neighbor, my friend, and my hero, worked SO hard to build is being done away with by people who do not understand the cost of the path they are entering. I can see brief moments of recognition in the eyes of some of the people I mentioned - The former young menās president who immediately regrets misgendering me and hen he makes eye contact with me and sees Me staring back at him and not a faceless āideology.ā I can hear it in the voice of my uncle who quietly comes up to me to apologize for some homophobic comment he made absentmindedly. I can see it in the eyes of racists and sexists being interviewed on TV when they realize that they didnāt vote for a concept, they voted for a real thing. And honestly, I have mixed emotions about it. Because while I understand frustration with the status quo, the importance of basic human needs like affordable good and rent, and I know the fear that comes with feeling powerless, I also canāt help but grieve the endless wheel of history bringing us back to this God Damned Fucking Place again. I hope we can avoid this fate, not just for our sake but for the sake of everyone who has ever tried to make the world safer. For everyone who has ever tried to make up for human nature, for everyone who has ever placed themselves on the offering plate to protect others from the cruelty they know lies just under the surface of mankindās tenuous grip on progress. I want SO badly for there to be a solution to this, for the people who idolize the Nazi party and the impact of fascism to see that the price of this path is paid in more than just blood but in soul. That theyāre allowing themselves to be devoured too. I want for the centrists and the fence sitters and the idealists who want to āchange it from the insideā to see how dangerous our politics have become. I want them to see that theyāre losing the things that make them great in exchange for a security blanket thatās now become far far far too small to ever work for them again.
Safety found in the past is already gone, and safety found in the future is only as real as a daydream. That any ideology that promises that by ājoining us now weāll make things rough so we can make things safe in a decadeā is a promise made by those who will not have to fight the battles they send you to.
I donāt know if America was ever really great, but as long as John was alive it felt great to me. There is no ideology that can replace a neighbor. No tax plan that can replace a friend. No grocery bill that can replace community and connection. No amount of budget cuts that can replace kindness. No amount of suffering from people I hate that will ever make more love. I donāt know how to make America great, but I know how to make my America great and it is not by selling out integrity and compassion and community and fucking humanity to make eggs and gas cheaper. It is by seeing and hearing the people around me. Iām not Mormon anymore, but I still know the value of mourning with those that mourn and comforting those that stand in need of comfort. Iām not Christian anymore but I still have Eyes That Can See and Ears That Can Hear. I want to make this all stop but I canāt stop the collective power of tens of millions of people so instead I listen to my MAGA coworker tell me about how sick her kid was last week. I make jokes with my Young Menās leader. I hug my uncle. I let them see me fully, as a human and not an ideology. As a woman and not the concept of gender. As a whole person and not someone who can be easily summarized or boiled down into something short and quippy. And I let them know I can see them fully too, and I can see all their humanity as easily as they can see mine. I just have to hope that this works - that enough people can See and Hear the people in their lives who matter to them to bring them out of their personal world of forms and into the real world.
I am probably, honestly, just spiraling a little bit. I took my ADHD meds today and in addition to helping me focus they make me a little anxious so I doubt things are as bad right now as they seem. But just in case thereās any truth to the way things seem to be going, remember, and I mean this seriously: Be kinder to each other, be gayer, and read more Terry Pratchett.
And for the love of god day hello to your neighbor.
Johnathan J Yobaggyās oldest son is, I believe, also a radiologist. I may have written this about your grandpa. If that is the case, I just hope you know how loved he is. If not, I still wish good things for you and your family because radiology is fresh to death.
I got this from the talented @eagle-writes in the mail a week ago and Iām so touched at the effort that must have gone into this š„°