Rules: Make a poll with five of your all-time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite!

tagging @teacupsandcyanide @gothwizardmagic @do-you-have-a-flag @redgoldblue @thomtrebond

rounding out the night with more family posting, my sibling’s grandmother Inge was talking to me a couple weeks ago about deciding on using ‘crone/it’ pronouns. This is an update from two Christmases ago when Inge was ruminating on becoming a political they/them to confuse and upset fellow academics at conferences.

Second update: Inge has now had multiple conversations with me bemoaning the fact that “I can’t get anyone to use my crone pronouns”. I explained that many people may interpret the crone pronouns as a joke but Inge insisted that it would be fine because crone said so. I started this job thinking I might be able to teach crone lots of silly millennial and Gen z colloquialisms, mainly because I want to jumpscare my sibling by having Inge walk into their house one day and say something like “omg bestie that outfit is so cunty”, but I didn’t foresee talking crone through how noun-based neo pronouns work.

Fic: JMC Optimal Health Protocols

Rating: Explicit

Words: ?? Probably over 10k tbh

Fandom: Red Dwarf

Pairings: Dave Lister/Arnold Rimmer

Summary: After the Red Dwarf crew's little adventure with the despair squid, Rimmer finds himself dwelling upon the criticisms laid at his feet by the late, hallucinatory Katerina Bartokovsky. It's true that he isn't living up to JMC standards for maintaining the health and safety of the crew. He hasn't tried especially hard to keep Lister sane at all. The question is, what is he going to do about it?

Notes: I made two cakes. Rimmer convinces himself he Must have sex with Lister as part of his crew duties. Nobody said he had to do that.

Red? I think it’s red. 

the machiavellian inner workings of the trainyard

six graders to their english language arts teacher

people will hear you talk about struggling with mental illness and say “you can do anything if you just put your mind to it”. brother what part of the body does the mental illness happen in. what do you think is the problem

“Lift with your legs you idiot!”

“I have a BROKEN TIBIA! That needs support and time to recover!”

ADHD, also known as Can't Put Your Mind To Things Disease,

Don’t leave these in the tags

"Try and come for my job" (x)

on the way home, I wrote a poem, you say "what a mind", this happens all the time

you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.

comic about someone’s strange dream (and daydreams)

She is plotting and scheming

A little advice from someone studying extremist groups: if you’re in a social media environment where the daily ubiquitous message is that you have no hope of any kind of future and you can’t possibly achieve anything without a violent overthrow of society, you’re being radicalized, and not in the good way.

If the solution to your problems sounds like “we need a blank slate” it’s a lie. There are no blank slates, and the closest approximation people can generally imagine is “burn it all down and let God/fate/history sort it out”.

That’s not problem solving. It’s barely catharsis, in practice. It doesn’t just create more problems than it solves, it destroys more solutions than it creates.

Put the apocalypse down, and back away slowly.

Real solutions to complex, systemic problems are not so easily reduced to “us good, them evil; kill them.”

[image transcript:

Voting as Fire Extinguisher

When the haunted house catches fire: a moment of indecision.

The house was, after all, built on bones, and blood, and bad intentions.

Everyone who enters the house feels that overwhelming dread, the evil that perhaps only fire can purge.

It’s tempting to just let it burn.

And then I remember:

there are children inside.

—Kyle Tran Myhre. end id]