April 16, 2014

*runs and hides*

[Almost an accurate portrait, too :) I love it :D]

Magnificent art by temple-ait - if you aren’t already following this marvellous person, I suggest you do.

::smooches::

April 15, 2014   1 note

Challenge #00476 - A101: The Nature of Enemy

If you become a monster to put down a monster you’ve still got a monster running down at the end of the day and have as such not really solved the whole monster problem at all. — RecklessPrudence

Beware the hand of the Enlisted Man, for all he has known is to kill — Galactic Proverb.

They called it the War of the Monsters. Those who survived it. And there weren’t many of those who survived it. Biotechs in that pocket of linked star-systems had long since surrendered on all ideas about behemoths. They’d given up on splicing in admirable animal qualities.

What they’d gone for, instead, was the Psi factor.

It almost destroyed them all.

Alice Tall flinched at their minds before their hands ever opened the door to her survival pod. Ran herself through her Mantra a dozen times before the kind and gentle gloved hands removed her into the bright and alien lights. Already, aspects of her were dipping into their minds. Finding common language and potential exploits.

They gave her clothes. An ill-fitting medical pyjama set, but it was clothing, all the same. The enemy never gave her anything. They could be barely relied upon to give her food and water. These people were not the enemy. They had kind intent and did not recognise her as a combatant.

She had to ask. Lest she fulfil her purpose as a walking bomb. Alice pulled the most common of their words together into a desperate sentence. “Need mind stills,” she frenetically tapped the stipple-mark on her neck where her ally-supplied medication went vis subcutaneous medical spray. “Need mind stills. PLEASE!”

"Depressant? You need a depressant?"

She vigorously nodded. “Mind stills! Yes!” Alice found another word. “Stat.”

The building pressures of the voices within stilled the instant the chemicals entered her system. Alice sighed. These were nice people. She didn’t want to detonate on them.

"Now," said a suited tech as they withdrew their own, much more streamlined, meds gun. "Why do you need depressants?"

A different one in a suit reacted as if they’d encountered something shocking. “She’s a teep,” they said. “And she’s only five.”

"Five? She looks like a grown woman!"

Alice found their mind. Sharing. A telepathic embrace. Just like she greeted her sisters and brothers in the lab. Because any comfort was worth struggling though the chemical haze for. So many unfamiliar things, in that alien mind. Family. History. Society.

Hungry for more, she reached out for his memories… and found a wall.

"I’m sorry, Alice," said the alien. "You were going too far. You’d have lost your Self."

"Why’s that important?" she asked. Loss of self was all she’d been trained to do.

"Because it’s brand new and precious," said the alien. Ze was called Biil. "That’s something that has to be nurtured. Not killed."

Then she said the words that made enemies out of her makers for these kind and generous people. “But I’m supposed to be a bomb.”

Sometimes the monsters are not the ones who are made, she would learn at a later date, but the ones who do the making.

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April 15, 2014   7 notes

The Spine on turtleseed asking why Rabbit’s making coffee…

Sudden visions of Rabbit, once again, having a fling with kitchen appliances. Flirting with the coffee machine…

At least it can’t be as bad as that time she got involved with the deep fryer.

She really got burned on that one.

April 15, 2014   1,131 notes
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Your blog has now been smooched by Mr. Michael Reed.

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April 15, 2014   41,994 notes

eraofstories:

haaretz:

At least three dead in two shootings at Jewish centers in Kansas. 15-year-old boy reported to be critically wounded; police report one person was in custody; man reportedly yelled ‘Heil Hitler’ when police arrested him.

Click here for the full story and breaking developments

Reblogging again to add: 

Also, non-Jews, please spread this. People will forget about it otherwise. The police say they aren’t ready to call it a hate crime, despite the fact that witnesses have said that the man was asking people if they were Jewish and waiting for an affirmative response before shooting. The more people who are paying attention to this story the harder it will be for it to be swept under the rug. 

A lot of people are currently very excited about the recent Cap movie. If you believe that it was worthwhile for Steve Rogers to fight fictional nazis, please show that you care about the people harmed by those in the real world who still agree with Nazi ideology. If you can get super excited and make tons of posts about Cap, then you can do this too, right? (obviously there are people who are upset/triggered by this stuff, which is an entirely different situation. but if you can spread the word please do)

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April 14, 2014

ATTN: Beta Readers (yes you)

Time’s running down towards the June release of the third book of the Hevun’s Child trilogy.

Please send all comments/opinions ASAP, if not sooner. I know it should have reached all’a y’all, because I sent it out on an individual basis.

I need to make the edits RSN so that it’s ready for the market. Hurry up and read, darn it!

April 14, 2014   3 notes

Challenge #00475 - A100: Growing Old is Mandatory

Inner Child looking for Outer Adult. — RecklessPrudence

She’d taken inordinate pains to seem adult. Learned how to perfect her makeup. Learned how to deal with the adult responsibilities. Made herself eat her vegetables and stopped playing with her food.

At least in public.

Yet she still bought toys. Played games. Read comic books. Enjoyed animated features and sang along with her favourite songs - despite the fact that she couldn’t really sing. Still did up her hair in silly styles and played hopscotch on the differently-coloured tiles of public spaces whenever she could.

Someone was smiling at her. A fellow with a studious suit and… carrying a Captain America lunchbox.

Pel fought the blush and sidled up to him. “So… you saw that.”

He was turning a little pink, himself. “Uhm. Yeah I guess I did. I hope I didn’t spoil your fun.”

Wait. “What? I thought fun wasn’t allowed when people got older.”

"That’s a mistake lot’s of people make," he said. "Fun’s perfectly normal. We should enjoy ourselves more, I think."

"I know, right? I can’t help feeling that if people just… had more fun with their day…?"

"…there’d be less aggression in the world," he answered. Then he offered his hand. "Mark."

"Pel," she shook it. "Short for Pelagrine. Mom liked falcons and she couldn’t spell."

"Smith or Jones?"

"Jones. How’d you guess?"

"It’s the way the world works," Mark shrugged. "People with common last names tend to have spectacular given names to make up the balance."

She blurted it out. “Wanna play hooky today?”

"Sure you’re allowed out with strangers?"

"You’re not a stranger once you’ve introduced yourself."

"Hi. Mark Sabaton. Pleased to meet you, Miss Pelagrine Jones."

That was the day she learned an important lesson. The most important lesson of all inner children with a thin veneer of Adult.

Growing up is optional.

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April 14, 2014

Anonymous asked: I might be being temporarily dense, but how is the word "stupid" an ableist slur? It's one of the few words for "you should know better but you've done something ridiculous" that isn't rooted in a term for an actual mental difference - foolish, dumb, idiotic etc. Its entire definition is based on sudden temporary loss of wit rather than a condition. I can see it being inappropriate in the context of that prompt, it's the wrong word to use there, but in general too?

TL;DR - I don’t know any more.

I’ve been informed by other sources that it is. Sources I respect and admire, since they face such micro-aggressions on a daily basis and still hold it together and remain civil well over 80% of the time.

And I am uncertain about use. The more I learn about the things that can hurt people, the less certain I get about things. Hence the ‘any helps’ thing in the AN.

And it never helps that practically all words used to deride or indicate a lack of intelligence or forethought are actual ablist slurs aimed at the mentally disabled. For all that they have faded into common use, they still sting.

I do NOT want to hurt people, even by accident. I’m one of those people who goes into fits of guilt over accidentally -and partially- stepping on someone else’s foot [You know that thing you do where the bottom of your foot makes enough contact with the top of someone else’s before you lift that sucker up and move away? Yeah, that]. I’m a soft-hearted soul.

I THINK ‘foolish’ and ‘daft’ are still OK and non-ablist, since Fool was an occupation and required artistry, and Daft is a lack of thought processes - or thought processes so far out to the left field that it’s coming in on the right. I’m willing to be taught otherwise by people who know better. Replacement words that I can use in lieu of a wordy sentence fragment would be brilliant.

And I get it. There’s a plethora of “you can’t say that” going around and people are getting irritated by it all. Language is yet another structure by which we judge each other and that can be a bad thing. I’m trying, in my own small way, to not make mine a bad thing.

And sometimes letting people know that some words hurt other people isa part of the positive energy I’m trying to spread in this sad and sorry world. And it’s difficult to know where and when to draw the line or how hard to do so.

I’m still learning how to apply that touch. As I said, all helps appreciated.

April 14, 2014   7,111 notes
sketchamagowza:

no shut up

Every night and every day.
Me: I want to focus on the thing.Brain: Here’s some vivid flashbacks of ALL YOUR PAST FUCKUPS!Me: …asfghjkl…

sketchamagowza:

no shut up

Every night and every day.

Me: I want to focus on the thing.
Brain: Here’s some vivid flashbacks of ALL YOUR PAST FUCKUPS!
Me: …asfghjkl…

April 13, 2014

SPRPG thoughts

Thinking I should have the loading screen quasi-viewable from my heroes’ point of view before the fight.

Spine would have to run the tutorial session, since he knows the most about fighting. Def’s going the JRPG route, though.

What do you think?