Ms.Mundane

Long explanation:

In Sonic The Hedgehog 2 there was a glitch were Sonic's palette would turn green and black, the fans named it evil sonic/ Ashura the hedgehog

Archie's artist Ken Penders turned this concept into a character named Scourge The Hedgehog, aka anti-sonic; a sonic from a parallele universe, bizzarro style

He was a fan favorite but Penders wasnt really the best (Google Ken Penders lawsuits to check) and gived a lot of problems to Sega and in the end the Archie comics had to stop because of him, and now IDW pubblish sonic comics, and due how messy Archie sonic was, now Sonic Team has put a lot of rules of what the writers can or can not put in the comic.

Since they cant use Scourge anymore; IDW made a new character based on the green sonic glitch:

and filled with lgiht humor, legit cooking, and charming life stories

Hey, it’s Hershey. We already got our first exciting fan letter! Let’s see what it says

It’s from Forrest. Hi, Forrest! You suggested that we should delete our account on July 17th, 2021. 

like here’s the thing. there IS a well-known past of queer erasure in the historical field. and I wouldn’t suggest that it’s completely fixed now, don’t get me wrong

but things have changed since the 1950s, folks. I know more queer historians and GLAM workers (galleries, libraries, archives, museums) than straight ones- including me

furthermore, this joke has turned into an excuse to take the nuance out of historical narratives, in a way that really disturbs me

because no, we CANNOT just assume someone was queer just because they [never married/had certain interests/were affectionate with a same-gender friend/presented aesthetically in a way that was counter to their birth-assigned gender]. it’s a huge oversimplification of the vast diversity of human experience, which often totally ignores the broader context of a person’s life to force them into modern identity categories

there are many situations where we can comfortably say, “Okay, this person was what we’d now call queer.” but there are even more where we can’t

if a modern historian seems cagey about a person you think is “clearly gay,” it’s probably because there genuinely isn’t enough evidence to say one way or another. and so, to make a hard call would be to risk potentially misrepresenting that person- which is something we all really try to avoid doing

the tiresome joke not only erases queer historians and the real, important work being done in that sub-field. it also makes people think the only reason for not definitively saying a historical figure was queer is intentional homophobic erasure

histories of indigenous people all over the world have been changed, demonized, and destroyed notably by colonial powers and missionaries who came in contact with them. It’s a tragedy that so much has been lost because of the way history is recorded, and  because of the people who sought to eradicate their culture and stories.

however, saying “we cannot define someone of the past by the terms of the modern day” is not inherent erasure. defining a person of the time by the terms they might use is preferable, mostly because the terms we have might not encompass who exactly they were. an english man from the victorian era will not have the same ideas and conceptions of gender and attraction as someone in the modern day.

but again, this is not to say that you can’t look at a person from the past and say “that person is like me!”.

And I know the power that comes with seeing someone who’s done marvelous things in the past and being able to say that. That was the way I felt when I finally learned the history of filipino migrants in the United States, i saw my family in that history, and i more fully understood our background.

But we won’t ever know the full story of people’s lives, whether that be due to lack of records that were taken down, lack of records that survived, or just the fact that we will never know because we will always lose information no matter what.

What it means is that we should try to define people by the terms of their time, and unfortunately there are so many instances where we do not know enough about the person’s life in order to say who they might have been personally.

that in and of itself, is not erasure.

tasting the forbidden tears (& the consequences of acquiring knowledge)

the discussion went down on twitter about what Eris's tears would taste like and I had to draw something about it 😆

I have restructured the folders to make them easier to use and managed to add almost all languages requested and then some

Churchill killed a nazi with a long bow in battle as well. Maybe his gun jammed, but more likely he did it because when you’re a badass you do badass shit.

He was captured multiple times and tossed in concentration camps. He escaped everytime. One of his escapes wasn’t so much an escape as just an exit. He just walked on out of there. Who the fuck going to stop him after all.

He snuck out off base one night in Italy with his claymore sword because I guess he couldn’t sleep and figured capturing 42 nazi officers with only his sword would be a good way to overcome insomnia. So he did that.

He so loved his sword that he is famous for saying no soldier is properly dressed for battle without one.

Oh - and he worked as a male model too.

The purpose of this was that whenever anyone tried to threaten the democracy of the Roman republic they would throw them off the hill so that their bodies would be dashed against the rock and die. This was done even to senators that tried to fuck with the citizens etc through their position.

This was both a form of punishment of course, but was also a symbolic gesture to set a clear example, that if you try and break the people’s will, the people and land itself will break you instead.

I spent like two? Three? Entire weeks with this sitting in my askbox and I just. I got nothing. What could I possibly answer? I tried all the “nope” gifs in this god forsaken website, I tried to draw what my face looks like every time I read this, I tried to find fanart of jar jar with his wang out and the universe was kind enough to me so that I couldn’t find any. I got nothing. Nada. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. What am I gonna say? What in god’s name am I gonna say to that?!

You see, I wanna fuck general grievous. I do. I want him use all his four arms to simultaneously pull both my arms back and touch my tits as he fucks me with his mecha-schlong. I do. I wanna fuck darth Maul, pre-legs cut off or post metal legs+metal dick enhancement. I wanna lick those horns. Okay? I wanna fuck darth vader. Boy, oh, boy, I do. I wanna hear that hard breathing and wrap my legs over that dramatic cape while he force-chokes me and we do the do. Am I a weird robot-fucker? You bet your ass I am! Am I a tad too much on the horny side? Probably. Did I extrapolate my right to be horny on main? Fucking sue me. But this. THIS.

How do you want me to face my family and all the three (3) friends I have irl? How do you want me to walk into an elevator with a bunch of strangers and when an old lady says “the weather has been a little hot lately, isn’t it weird?” just to do small talk like every fucking old people I don’t know do, how do you expect me not to answer her with “y’know what’s weirder, someone at this very moment is thinking about Jar Jar Binks going balls-deep in them and I cannot talk about this to anyone and the knowledge of this? it’s eating me alive. ALIVE, ma’am, and I don’t mean this as some sick vore reference. Someone’s dreaming of those popped-up eyes, of that weird high-pitched voice screaming MEESA COMING while they’re filled up by Jar Jar Bink’s thick seed, and I’m just standing here while this very notion rots me to the core, taking all life away from me. It’s a nightmare. My entire life, a nightmare, because of an anon message from a horny jar jar fucker on tumblr. This is my floor now, ma’am, have a good day”

I leave the elevator. I probably have an appointment, but I can’t remember where, or what for. I sit down on the floor by the elevator doors. I sob for a full minute. I take the elevator back downstairs, I walk home, I collapse in bed and rub one out thinking of darth vader. I feel better.

Five minutes later, I think about this ask again, and my whole world collapses again. It’s only Tuesday. I sigh heavily and sit down to write this reply.-

+ bonus (someone that should be feared):