#knows exactly where i live

[queenlucythevaliant]

The Star Market

Marie Howe

The people Jesus loved were shopping at the Star Market yesterday. An old lead-colored man standing next to me at the checkout breathed so heavily I had to step back a few steps.

Even after his bags were packed he still stood, breathing hard and hawking into his hand. The feeble, the lame, I could hardly look at them: shuffling through the aisles, they smelled of decay, as if the Star Market

had declared a day off for the able-bodied, and I had wandered in with the rest of them—sour milk, bad meat— looking for cereal and spring water.

Jesus must have been a saint, I said to myself, looking for my lost car in the parking lot later, stumbling among the people who would have been lowered into rooms by ropes, who would have crept

out of caves or crawled from the corners of public baths on their hands and knees begging for mercy.

If I touch only the hem of his garment, one woman thought, could I bear the look on his face when he wheels around?

#I posted an excerpt of this poem yesterday but it felt necessary to post the whole thing today #because this poem #this darn poem #knows exactly where i live #'the feeble the lame i could hardly look at them' #i (like many of you) grew up around Christians like 85% of the time #i chose not to go to a Christian college specifically so that i could try to mitigate this part of my heart #that feels almost viscerally uncomfortable around certain types of people #i want to learn to love all my neighbors with Christ's abounding love #i know that I am no less sinful than my neighbor #but sometimes it's like there's a bee in the room and i don't know where it is #i'm set on edge by certain kinds of sin #in a way that i'm not by others #i'm sure this is true in degrees for many of us raised in the church #and this poem. this darn poem calls us out directly #it calls /me/ out directly #'The people Jesus loved were shopping at the Star Market yesterday. I could hardly look at them.' #'Jesus must have been a saint (that's the one bit i don't like-- Jesus must have been GOD) to be able to love these people' #'these people who came stumbling towards him crawling towards him lowered through the ceiling towards him' #'begging for mercy. begging with more humility than I manage on any but my best day' #'the people Jesus loved-- and i could hardly look at them' #and that last line hits you right in the solar plexus #'if I could only touch the hem of his garment could I bear the look on his face when he wheels around?' #no. no i don't think i could #and yet #i imagine that look would be so so beautiful #and by the grace of God i know i CAN bear it #i and all the other people Jesus loves #Bible humans #literature makes us more human

[skeletoninthemelonland]

ref sheet that shows the extent of his injuries (he's in his pajamas)

#**continuously puts him through hell** #i know this isn't a very realistic depiction of burnt scars but I just wanted to show which parts of his body were the most affected #*Springdad says they still hurt/itch sometimes #TOAST RABBIT /ref #springdad au #starbsart #it's not exactly winter where i live anymore but is still cold anyway. I'm using a sweater rn so uhhh yea #he usually sleeps shirtless during warmer seasons (mosquitoes be eating him alive) #fnaf

[bastardlybonkers]

blond

#hlvrai #half live vr but the ai is self aware #benry #benrey #gordon freeman #gordon feetman #frenrey #i guess? #i think frenrey is funny but exactly how they are in the series #fun fact at first i was gonna make the hair lucious and long but then i was like #thats antithetical to the point #the whole nightmare is that benrey is blond #making it nice blond hair ruins it #but in my mind there exists a version of this comic where he takes off the helmet and its fuckin #finns hair in that one ep #you know the one #also if ur wondering why gordon looks different in the last panel its cause thats The Player not gordon #this is the players nightmare #god dammit long ass tags again

[phopollo]

In a little bit of a pokemon kick rn

Here's some Crater Crew outside of school casual outfit ideas + some of my thoughts when I was making them

I was imagining they're doing something like going camping together ((w/ player character too of course)) on a school holiday, or during the break Nemona invited Arven and Penny to come stay at her house (they are NOT prepared for her estate) so that they can all still get up to shenanigans together since the player character will also be right next door

It's just so fun and silly to think about

See also the Kitakami Siblings!

#(not me using both “holiday” and “break” because I dont know where the audience this will reach lives or uses) #arven rocks up in the yellow knit sweater and Nemona is absolutely DELIGHTED by this revelation #its so different and yet exactly the same #and she LOVES that #penny just tells him it looks comfortable #art #digital art #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scarlet #nemona pokemon #pokemon nemona #penny pokemon #pokemon penny #arven pokemon #pokemon arven

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

How would the sanses react when they kill some random human (cause they agitated them or something) and that mf just stands back up and goes on about their day as if a bone didnt just pierce their heart.

Nightmare, absolutely flabbergasted: ———

Killer, upset and confused: ...huh

Dust, offended: i-

Horror, absolutely horrified: WH

Cross, terrified: (meme)

(designs from start of blog used)

#nightmare sans #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #cross sans #death #Horror knows EXACTLY where a human needs to be hit to die so he is NOT happy with the human living and? walking away?? #you can't prove i used a meme to avoid drawing Cross #nuh uh....... #queue

[unopenablebox]

i admit that i find it a little bit frustrating how Wildly Astonished other antizionist jews act when i tell them my israeli jewish family have lived in the region since [some unknown length of time before 1800 when there start being records about it]

#and then they're like ''ohhh they're mizrahi!'' [connotation nonwhite‚ virtuously indigenous] #and i have to be like. no. it's just that‚ as palestine was in fact ottoman-administered greater syria for most of the last 600 years‚ #you could get there from other parts of the ottoman empire. such as the part of now-ukraine your ashkenazi family is also from. #it wasn't actually a hermetically sealed arab-only ethnostate that evaporated immigrants on sight. it was a pretty decent place to live as #a jew by at least some accounts. or better than the front of the hapsburg-ottoman war anyway which is where they were coming from. #i'm not sure who you think it's serving exactly to believe that there were literally no ashkenazim in the middle east before the 1st aliyah #however there were some. and this information does not actually threaten a modern anti-state of israel position like at all. #but since apparently you've constructed your new Diaspora-Centric Identity around the idea that 'palestine' and 'diaspora' #are the two mutually exclusive nonoverlapping regions and the former is ontologically a no-european-jews-allowed zone #i guess i can give you a minute to try to figure it out. #ugh sorry this is nothing it isn't anything. for one thing it's fantastically unimportant #and for another thing i don't know how to like talk about it in a way that doesn't make me sound at least kind of like im trying to justify #myself as being somehow less complicit or something. i mean i think my complicity as an american dwarfs the rest of it honestly but. #i just feel really insanely alienated where the rhetoric of my theoretically most closely politically aligned group is not really built to #like. accommodate the facts of my family history. #sorry. i have honestly no idea why im so obsessed with articulating this concept ive just been chewing on it pointlessly for days #box opener

[anxiously-sidequesting]

I personally love and obsess over disillusioned and self-isolating protagonists which is one of the reasons why I advocate for a Young Wizard who just leans so much into their role as the Savior that they're now just this broken down individual who now genuinely shares everyone's fears and legends of them of being this Ultra Powerful, Non-Human, Above-All-The-Peasants Legend Amongst Men. Being picked apart and analyzed (INCORRECTLY might I add) by strangers and people who fear/hate/revere you, no matter where you go or what you do, over and over and OVER it just literally whittles away at who you used to be, what used to make you happy and now you're replaced with what everyone made you into. Not You, but a Hero.

But you know what's even better 😈😈😈 a wizard who cracks in a different way and is now just baaaareeely holding it together. A wizard who just is not All There anymore. A wizard who's Good Maybe, but someone who genuinely gives you a GOOD REASON to fear a switch in allegiance. Someone who reminds you that your entire life depends on their mood

Give me Harley Quinn YW, give me a YW who cackles and shrieks in joy as they batter the evil to the ground, give me a YW who pushes at the very edge of the EXTREMES even when they don't need to. I want a YW who doesn't carry around a gleaming sword, or a mystical staff, but a bat with nails studded inside or a rusty machete; I want poems and songs of not a Hero but a wolf in sheep's clothing who just barely gets by in masquerading as the Commoners. An unhinged YW is the second to best Bad Ending you could ever get from this situation and I want everyone to think about this actually

#aka: my oc JALSBDID #no but i want an Almost Villain yw so badly. like full on villain yw is transcendent dont get.me wrong but i want THIS #all that fucking PRESSURE. that nobody could even BEGIN to describe in any post and the yw has to LIVE IT #this post was also inspired by wallaru's very last line in dialogue. no spoilers but you guys Know exactly what im talking about #also funny thought: dyvim would absolutely still support us and not be afraid of us if this ever happened #just like “aww look at them go <3” nobody can tell me dyvim would not support this. Nobody. #AU WHERE DASEIN AND THE YW ARE UNHINGED TOGETHER #dasein standing up for himself is hot but dasein who knows when to reign it in but DOESN'T anyway? 🥵🥵🥵🥵 #like super confident in himself. knowing EXACTLY who he is: a menace. and he takes (misguided?) comfort and solace in that shit #and then the yw being the same way......... bro #i got off topic but anyways JALSNDOESJ #wizard101 #w101 #wiz101 #text posts

[redhotarsenic]

Woofwood. Werewolfwood. Awoowoo if you will….

#oh look at that! a non cosplayer man related wolfwood picture! pretty shocking huh? teehee #also #it’s woowoo wednesday Somewhere! not where I live yet but I didn’t wanna wait til midnight I wanna post it now! #I’ll draw a full picture of him like this soon 🙏 #I know EXACTLY how I wanna do it too #you know felicia from darkstalkers? #yeah! #that’s my favorite kind of character design i already have two ocs like that I wanna draw more guys like this #may do vash and knives and others like this too btw 🙏 #hehe #trigun #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun fanart

[sysig]

Let him dad her!! (Patreon)

#Doodles #Adventure Time #Fionna and Cake #Fionna Campbell #Simon Petrikov #I cannot BeLieve that they didn't hug at any point - illegal. One million years dungeon #She slapped him (deservedly) but they didn't hug by the end??? I had to fix it #Jerry is my favourite episode so that at least was an easy choice lol #If anywhere would be a good place to cross that line it would be to comfort her! I can't imagine he'd initiate tho haha #She's just seeking comfort so badly <3 I know she's at least legally considered an adult but she's still a kid! #And Simon just keeps adopting kids lol #He's a good dad :) Not a perfect one but y'know? He helps where he can #Sometimes all we need is a parent figure giving you a hug and saying ''You know what? You're right - this sucks. But I see you'' #Fionna's quite interesting 'cause like - she's meant to be a Finn but there are a lot of differences between her and quite a few Finns! #A lot of that is Because she lived in Simon's head for so long but I wonder - most Finns have decent support systems and she seems a little #Well not lacking Exactly but her fallbacks aren't as numerous - and she's not able to fulfill her life's purpose so she's just kinda wayward #Seeing that kind of Finn finally able to spread their wings but still have a lot of Finn trappings like naivety and impulsivity ♪ #She's interesting! I quite like her :D Plus it's cool to see her natural EQ when she calls out Simon later in this episode unknowingly haha #I stopped at episode eight for a while but year her line about ''Then you got on the bus right? :D'' and him refuting it #Hmmm ♪ It was certainly interesting - I'm glad they addressed it :) #Plus she's fun to draw haha ♫ Her bunny ears! And the jacket she took from Martin </3 She has a fun design #And as always Simon is fun to draw :) Especially piecemeal here haha - just his mouth or just his eyes ♪ Cute :)

[romantichore]

when I was in college, my Brazilian Literature professor told us this story about an author who wrote weekly adventures for some newspaper. as one would expect, the author was paid peanuts.

as the series grew in popularity, the author started pressing for a raise, and was always denied or told he'd get his raise after x or y issue. so he kept on writing, and funneled the story into a series of amazing plot points, only to reach a cliffhanger that had readers writing letters to rave about it.

he asked for a raise again, and got told no. so he quit, and no one thought much of it. only they couldn't find another writer to continue the original story. "too many loose ends", "no way to rescue the protagonist from this literal cliff", no one could do it. weeks went by and readers were getting impatient.

the newspaper reached out to the author and offered him more money. whatever would get him back, and the story out of the corner. naturally, the writer accepted it, but at this point everyone was curious to know how he'd keep the protagonist from meeting his grisly death. how could he possibly solve all those problems he had created in the narrative?

the following week, a new issue was published, and the story continued: "once all those problems were behind him..."

you see, this was just meant to be an entertaining story about how fiction was published in the olden days, told by a professor to future teachers. I like to think my professor was also trying to encourage us to try our hand at writing, seeing as he was a published poet himself and passionate about it.

it's been a decade since, and I think about his story often. in particular when I've been sitting in front of my computer for an hour and can't find the perfect way to end this chapter or introduce this new plot point. writing seems so complicated, and so many people have so much to say about it. what's right, what's wrong, what works, what doesn't.

but it's really simple, isn't it? start a new line, put all those problems behind you. if nothing goes right, go left. sometimes the simpler explanation is the best one. maybe there are better ways to go about it, but a patch is better than a hole.

go and open that wip, the one you gave up on writing because the plot seemed so convoluted or too difficult. press enter. put the problems behind you and keep going

#virgil chats #adventures in writing #needed to rant #i've been thinking about this a lot #so often i avoid writing because it doesn't feel right. doesn't feel perfect #but imperfect action is better than perfect inaction isn't it #plus. no one lives in my head but me. #i am the only one who knows where this story goes #all i have to do is convince you this is exactly what i had planned from the start

[hailperseusjackson]

seeing the grand inquisitor and thrawn in animation again

#LIKE EXACTLY!!! THATS WHERE THEYRE SUPPOSED TO BE #love action g. inquisitor and thrawn…… i don’t know them #(which yeah it was Lars for live action thrawn too and he did fine but that make up??? BOOOOOO) #we first saw these guys in animation and to animation they shall return!!! #tales of the empire #star wars #the grand inquisitor #grand admiral thrawn

[transmasccofee]

this scene is ruining my life at first I didn’t get it but now I get it and Aughdhyfhfheujfuejfjjfjfnv

#Kusuo learning from Akechi that competition can be fun and playful and not like. Torture. #And then learning that Kuusuke despite his shitty brother-isms is deep down seeking that exact thing #but just doesn’t know how to approach it #because of how their relationship functioned for years and how they both are #Like don’t get me wrong Kuusuke is uh. Not a good brother and his inferiority complex lead to him hating and mistreating his brother for #Many Years #And I don’t think this scene functions as forgiveness exactly (Kusuo still has resentment towards him in later arcs) #But I think it’s a moment where he realizes they’re both on some level really lonely people #Who have been fighting their whole lives #And being like “hey I don’t hate you. Let’s be friends instead of enemies.” #And Kuusukes response being “I should really be the one saying that to you” #I just. Like it’s a Start. #IDK like Kusuo was completely justified to hate his brother especially after something like the catgun arc #But he doesn’t and I think it’s because he realizes that his brother genuinely doesn’t hate him anymore #Their whole deal is just really interesting to me but idk how to phrase my thoughts on them coherently #The only thing I wish this arc had was Kuusuke having a “what did I do to you” moment but it is a comedy and we already got that from tori #so ynow #i just say he had that moment post meteor #does any of this make sense #Also it makes me so emo that he pictured akechi

[padfootastic]

thinking of toddler harry who’s very, very attached to his godfather sirius (as he should be, really) and gets pissy whenever he goes for work. (yes, sirius is a 9-5er here. suspend all disbelief, folks)

so, to get a handle on the tantrums, sirius dresses harry in his own little formal clothes, robes and over cloak and silver clasp and fake wand holder and all.

‘look, siri, im just like you!’ harry says, every morning like clockwork. once they look absolutely alike, hair combed and tied neatly (little butterfly clips in sirius’ curls, ofc), they set off for the day. sirius conjures a little size-appropriate desk for him that he can sit at, gets him a briefcase and all. when u open it, it has all sorts of colouring materials, beads and strings and charms for DIY, and a little notepad with a pen for Serious Stuff.

throughout the day, sirius gets his work done while harry carefully does his own stuff. whenever he gets too fidgety, sirius sends him out on a ‘mission’—going out and evaluating how the rest of the employees are doing their work. harry, of course, takes his task super seriously and tries to emulate sirius’ Grown Up Face very diligently, walking with his hands behind his back and an adorable little frown on his face. of course, he’s so short he can’t actually see what anyone’s doing but everyone’s accommodating enough that he has enough information to relay it back to sirius in his office.

at the end of the day, both of them take their cloaks off the hanger, simultaneously sling it over their shoulders, and wave a goodbye to the remaining members in the office. when they get home, harry is still meticulously copying sirius’ actions so he neatly sets his shoes to the side, hangs his cloak on the rack, and falls face first into the sofa with an exhausted sigh of relief.

‘being a adult is hard, padfoot,’ is the last thing he says before drifting off to sleep.

#harry potter #sirius black #good godfather sirius black #i know i haven’t interacted w this side of the fandom in a hot sec #but man i haven’t had an original thought in weeks lol #hoping to slowly work up to writing fic again #i can’t decide if this is a jily lives au w third parent sirius or a canon divergent au where sirius raises harry hmmm #both work really #and ykno i’m always a sucker for more james #but yah. this one’s just our fav boys spending some quality time together #i’m just imagining harry dressed up exactly like sirius #and sirius going to his super professional job with kids hair accessories and glitter on his kids #his eye lids* smh #also yes harry is an unnaturally well behaved child here but that’s the beauty of fiction 🥰 #sirius’ job is not specified for a reason #being that i couldn’t decide what it was lol #i was thinking lawyer? but yeah it’s irrelevant #also didnf know how to end this. guess we’re back on our bullshit 🥰 #pen’s notes

[rosie-b]

🦮 fill this empty space (ask game)

(link to the summary)

This turned out to be... longer than a snippet, and like the summary, angstier than I expected. It's been that kind of week ig! But there's a promising ending because I needed one :)

It had been a warm summer day when the old Marinette died.

The new Marinette woke up surrounded by golden light, soft, green grass, and the soft murmurings of a stream in northern France. It was perhaps the best way for her rebirth to happen, in a calm, relaxing environment far from the place she somehow knew was home.

She met her family there. They already knew her, and called her "maman," or "ma femme," or "my lady."

Marinette was no one's lady. She never had been, but according to video evidence and the testimony of her husband and children and best friend, that was one of the many roles her past self had filled.

Marinette did not know how to fill any of those old roles anymore. But because of the secret, magical way she'd chosen to lose her memories, she couldn't let anyone know this fact. She had to study years worth of business lessons in mere weeks, preparing for her return to Paris and the international company she would soon be in charge of running again.

At least her past self had accounted for this new Marinette's incompetence. But no one else seemed to see that she wasn't the same woman she had been once, back when a kwami lived in her purse and villains of the day (and year) kept plaguing Paris.

Adrien, the man past-Marinette had married, professed to still be in love with her. He saw some of the differences between the new Marinette and the old one, but claimed they weren't nearly as big as Marinette thought they were. And he chose to spend most of his time around her, so maybe he was right. He whispered praises for each small thing she did, both when they were alone and in public; took the time to learn her new habits; made her fresh coffee for when she woke up two hours after he did; stayed out of her bed to help her feel comfortable.

Marinette could see why her past self had loved him. It was something both halves of her were beginning to share, a love for this man who found a way to bring joy to her life even when it had been turned upside down.

But it didn't change the fact that the new Marinette was not the same woman he'd married. That fact was written into the vows Adrien and the past Marinette had exchanged; the way they had split up their chores; the daily schedule that Adrien still remembered while the new Marinette did not.

To Marinette, this new self of hers was nothing more than a facade made to cover the void her past self had left behind. She was thirty years old and as empty inside as a newborn baby, with no memories to guide her through this unfamiliar world.

Marinette was an icon, the magazines said. A paragon of virtue in an age of corruption, one half of both Paris' favorite couples, a woman who managed to be a world-famous CEO and an attentive mother at the same time.

That wasn't the new Marinette's reality. She didn't even know her children's middle names, though she was learning their favorite desserts, sports, and hobbies.

Most days, it was like learning a foreign language, and it felt just as isolating when she got something wrong or tried to remember something she thought she knew but actually didn't. Sometimes, this new life of hers was crushing, a drain on her already empty self, taking the last bit of Marinette out of her.

But not always.

As out of place as Marinette felt in her own life, the people in it still felt right somehow. They'd been there for her when she woke up; they were there to hug and comfort her when she cried in the night, to help teach her about her own life and tell her about theirs, and to listen when she said she felt different. They loved her, that much was clear, and they promised to love her no matter which Marinette she was; the old one with all her memories or the new one just fumbling through life.

And somehow, even though she claimed not to feel anything more for them than for other strangers at first, Marinette still loved them back. Their presence soothed the ache she felt in her chest, the one she felt when she couldn't remember, and she found herself more than missing them when they weren't there. She looked forward to hearing about their day, to learning their middle names; she held on to the facts they told her about themselves like sweet gifts of gold and honey, like they were all she needed to survive, to fill the empty space her memories had left behind.

The new Marinette was not the old one, and she never would be.

But maybe that was okay. The new Marinette had her own space, too; it began here, in this remote, rural town near the seashore, and it would expand back to Paris, to the place where the old Marinette had lived.

Marinette's home had always been her family, the people she loved. That was something she knew without having to remember it, and something she was more sure of every day.

So she studied the journals her past self had written, re-learned how to design, baked bread beside Adrien, sang songs with her children and stayed by their side. If her mind was an empty slate, then she was going to fill it with love, the same love she'd chosen before and was choosing again.

And someday, this new Marinette would feel whole again.

Thanks for the ask! I hope you enjoyed <3

#ask game #anon #sooo some backstory #this au takes place in the future obviously #after adrien and marinette got married and had those three or four kids they want #marinette didn't want to give up her memories #but they finally got all the miraculous back and the celestial guardian said she had to #(i don't usually vibe with that happening but hhhh it's been a week) #so marinette picked a time and place where she'd feel safest giving up her memories and took her family with her on vacation #gave up the guardianship and gave herself the rest of the vacation to figure out what exactly she'd forgotten and who she is #she doesn't have to stay with adrien and the kids. like they accepted she might want to leave #and sometimes she wants to #but ultimately she's choosing them and they're choosing her and she's starting again #as a new Marinette and as the old one who still lives in her even if she can't see it herself #she's always Marinette and she will always have a place in the world and with her family #ps: if you are still reading. let me know if I should put this on ao3 or not ^^ #rosie-b writing #adrinette #ml au #ml fanfic

[running-with-the-feels]

Kuai Liang: What is this?

Johnny, slaaming a pitcher down on the table: An appletini

Kuai Liang: Can I try some?

Johnny: Sure!

A few moments later

Kuai LIang, lying on the floor: You ever think about how everyone's skeleton is wet?

Johnny: Okay, that's enough for you.

#pitcher or bucket cocktails are very common where I live #they are exactly as dangerous as they sound #kuai liang #johnny cage #we all know they're secret besties #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat x