it'll be fine

and no, this isn’t me saying “write that messed up, disgusting thing” because while, yes, write it if it’s what you want (I myself enjoy writing dark fics, something I believe would be considered “vile” to a lot of people), this is me saying in a world of censorship and capitalism, ao3 really is a treasure.

Banded Bullfrog aka Asian Painted Bullfrog (Kaloula pulchra), family Microhylidae, found throughout SE Asia

Drained water from places suffering from drought for absolute pennies.

Made African mothers dependent on their milk formula, which they gave for free, until their milk dried up. Then they required them to purchase it, mothers could not afford it, mixed in too little to fulfill nutrient needs, and mixed it with polluted water. Children died.

Used slavery to produce their cocoa.

Pushed for water to be considered a “want” not a “need” and is at the forefront of arguments that water is not a human right.

Poisoned Chinese infants with melamine in their milk formula.

Demanded Ethiopia pay a debt owed to Nestle, during a FAMINE.

Price-fixed food items.

Contributed to deforestation for their cocoa farming.

The worst thing is, Nestle owns TONS of other brands, making it difficult to avoid for certain products.

all I have is pillars of eternity on the brain so here's more Sylas 🌿

even more Sade art

I will be know for my magical blue phase I guess. Anyway I will be moving solely to sharing stuff on Patreon for a while since there is a lot less pressure there. My mental health is dropping rapidly again and It's becoming difficult to function normally. As all me fellow depressive/anxiety disordered riddled homies know.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

Woljif shakes his flask, letting the liquid inside strike the metal sides of the container.

In all his life he’s never been outside the city. He’s never been surrounded by an army of do-gooders and crusaders. He’s out of ale and not nearly drunk enough to deal with this. And the man who is to blame is smiling at him from across the campfire, on his second drink, himself, while Seelah hangs onto him with one arm around his shoulders.

“To victory!” she says, raising a bottle. “To late nights under the stars with the men and women who fight alongside us! The fight is not easy, no. Never easy. Yet we face it with steadfast courage, for we know why we fight. Friends! Allies! To you!”

A hearty cheer rises through the crowd, but most folks are too tipsy to mind Seelah’s words. Woljif himself resists the urge to roll his eyes at them. How absurd, how saccharine. Perhaps picking through some pockets will cheer him up. Yes, later, when things wind down a bit more. He makes a mental note of it.

“Anything to add, Nereo?” Seelah asks, giving the newly appointed knight commander a squeeze.

“To wine,” Nereo says dryly. Goofy little half-smile that he has.