Donated String Worm Bag

Robert Pattinson, Daniel Craig, and Daniel Radcliffe being so glad to no longer be associated with the franchise that made them famous

You know ill admit to reacting poorly when triggered, or falling for some reactionary rhetoric before I was emotionally ready to handle it.

Folks, we are on the brink of total language collapse. Pronouns were barred a few years ago and now adjectives are not allowed. When they come for all the verbs, we are fucked.

The War on Verbs is next.

This is a beautiful meditation on the horrific situation a lot of us are living through right now, and the hopelessness of feeling born to die, or helpless to fix anything, or often both. I hope it's okay if I add something to the post that you inspired me to reflect on, OP. Though I normally lurk, I was a historian once upon a time, and one of my most emotional discoveries was learning about the machine invented to resuscitate canaries, which held its own oxygen tank in hopes of preventing the bird's death if it was exposed to toxic gas. There's something to that, I think - how natural it is for humans to care, how connected and protective we are, how easily we pack-bond with things that are different than us because at our core it is our most honest state to be empathetic, cooperative, and caretaking. I say all this to not to diminish the horror that is happening now - but to instead focus the lens on how much constant *work* a cruel and broken few must employ to propagandize us against our natures. The terror is the point. The hopelessness is the point. Maybe there's a reason that we all learn the phrase "canary in a coal mine" as a sacrificial entity allowed by an apathetic overseer to die and be discarded, the truth of their importance as a warning only recognized in hindsight. Maybe there's a very specific reason we never learn about the device invented to save them, and the miners that loved them enough to use them, no matter how heavy the added equipment was to carry, which endangered them too down there. We help each other. We resist cruelty. We resist apathy. We invent new ways to live and keep our neighbors alive to spite the inhospitable conditions we are forced to endure. Hand in hand, we live. We outlast them. We all get out of the mine. Together. Maybe

HAVE A NICE DAY

Gotta reblog again

"ICE isnt new, its been around for decades."

Obsessed with the trolling of this dude on our towns pride announcement:

In preparation for the Ides of March, please take one (1) knife.

They also got kinda mad when I said I wasn't into crystal healing. Like... not their words, but definitely a sense of like 'how can you be a spiritual/witchy person and not believe in crystals?'

"New York Style" cat scratching towers. Never forget playtime

"Silence, [brand]."

As a treat for the 6th Anniversary of Scarlet Lady, I finally drew up that little fighting montage that I talked about way back in the Finale. You know, the one that goes between this page and this page? Enjoy!

Me: It stands for Point of Sale