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asked my students if they wanted to share stories about what they did over spring break and this kid goes "you know the field behind costco?" and we all nod and he says "I got lost in the field behind costco."

I am extending the flowers on this drawing so I can make this design into a skirt 😊

[ID: A drawing of a green dragon curled up asleep in a grassy field full of red flowers, with a content smile on its face. The background is light green. End ID.]

I love movies where the plot takes place in less than a day. It’s like. What if these people were experiencing the worst 8 hours of the entire lives and you got to see the highlight reel?

Orcanize and find your pod.

how to not be a perfectionist by Molly Brodak

— Eli Clare, Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation

“I no longer have a gender. Rather, I have a wheelchair.”

—Christina Crosby, A Body, Undone.

Im at work and nobody knows that im painting Doris from Shrek in Pre-Raphaelite style on my ipad.

In case anyone thought I was lying, here is the proof!

My reference was Hanging the Mistletoe by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Its hard to match with their skill but that lady reminded me of Doris very much)

i will never understand the insane takes against having games be more accessible

“does every game NEED to be accessible to disabled people? 🤨” yeah, actually

also the pissing and shitting over difficulty settings. just play the game on the normal difficulty dumbass it’s not for you

Same with stuff like screen shake, particle effects, flashing/lightning effects: “But the game would look terrible without them!”

Then Just.... Don’t turn them off then, dickface...

Meanwhile, *having the option to turn them off* would greatly increase the number of people able to play the game.

[ID: a screenshot of twitter

DOOM @DOOM: the new ice bomb will let you freeze demons in place in DOOM Eternal. [Accompanying gameplay screenshot which appears to show this]

Otakugear @otakugear: will we have an option to turn off that canon and play classic? like good old times?

DOOM @DOOM: you control the buttons you press

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the real true purpose of having a brain is to think about fictional characters

National Park Service removes references to Harriet Tubman from ‘Underground Railroad’ webpage

(CNN) — An image of and quote from Harriet Tubman have been removed from a National Parks webpage about the “Underground Railroad,” following several prominent changes to government websites under the Trump administration.

The National Parks Service webpage for the “Underground Railroad” used to lead with a quote from Tubman, the railroad’s most famous “conductor”, a comparison on the Wayback Machine between the webpage on January 21 and March 19 shows. Both the quote and an image of Tubman have since been removed, along with several references to “enslaved” people and the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850.

Changes have since been reverted and were apparently "made without approval from NPS leadership nor Department leadership."

It’s asexuality day!

I had a debate with my coworker about the Jedi not being crib robbers, regardless of the outcome of our argument, it has got me feeling ill about the parents who gave their children to the Jedi before or even during the Clone Wars. I'm watching Rebels and Kanan sounds so sad when he says he didn't know his parents when Ezra tells him Kanan wouldn't understand how Ezra feels about finding out what happened to his parents. And then replaying Survivor, Cal has a conversation with Mosey about parents, and I remember that Cal is from Coruscant.

Like, imagine you're a parent. You probably live in the more poverty stricken levels of Coruscant. It's only a few years before the Clone Wars, but there's no way you could know that. All you know is that you have a baby in your arms, and there's Jedi in your home telling you that your baby is gifted, and that if you are willing, you can give your child up to a higher purpose. You'll probably never see your baby again, never see him grow, but... he'll grow up on the surface of Coruscant, in the Jedi Temple. He will not suffer poverty like you and your family, he will grow up to understand the mysteries of the Force and he'll become a peacekeeper of the galaxy and for whatever reason known only to you... it seems worth it.

You give your baby up.

And you wonder about him. Visiting the upper levels, you do the math in your head of how old he must be, and then you look out into the crowd made of trillions and wonder if you'll ever see a shock of red hair.

You never do, but that's fine. Your son is a Jedi, and maybe that's enough for you.

But then the Clone Wars come. And, not only do you see the Jedi join and lead their side of the war, but you begin to see the adult Jedi bring their young children with them on to the battle field.

Do you feel nothing? Do you feel anger? Acceptance? Do you think your baby is a hero? Do you go to the protests?

You watch the news, and perhaps you feel sick wondering if your baby will ever show up as a corpse.

But you never see him. And you're not sure if that's fine.

Years pass. The Jedi are branded traitors.

You hear about the masses of deaths, even the children are not spared from being branded as traitors and marked for execution from your new Emperor. Your baby is 12, or perhaps, was twelve. Perhaps 12 is the oldest he got, if he's lucky. That sticks with you.

You carry on.

Maybe you make a life for yourself within the Empire. Maybe you suppress the grief you must feel for the baby you gave to the Jedi all those years ago. Maybe you wallow in it. Maybe, on dark nights, surrounded by the never ending sounds of Coruscant, you think back to those simpler days, when there was no war, and you held your baby for the last time, and you think about what if. What if you held him tighter, and told the Jedi to leave. What if you worked harder to give him a better life yourself. What if you watched him grow, and he wasn't made a soldier, and he didn't die before he could become a teenager.

What if.

Years pass. You continue.

There's rumors of rebellion. You have your opinions on the Empire, on the rebels, some are deeply buried secrets, a bias you cannot escape, no one can know but that connection to the Jedi lingers.

Years pass. About a decade.

And you walk out one day, and you stop in your tracks, because you did not expect to see anything continue from your grief, the end of his story you told yourself.

A billboard shines in the darkness of the Coruscant lower levels, which isn't new, but this billboard stares at you.

A head full of red hair. Eyes that remind you of your partner. Scars scratch his features but his cheek bones remind you of your father.

Jedi terrorist.

About 22 years old.

Wanted by the Empire, and you don't know what to think but you know exactly what you're feeling.

And time moves on, and you're not in his life, but he's alive. Fighting against the Empire, while you continue to exist under the ruins of the Jedi Temple you gave him to, glancing up every once in a while, to see his face staring back in the light of wanted posters.

Mairuma continuing to impress in how siblings are written. Of course Clara, who at the start of the series didn't think twice about axes being an appropriate play item to use with her schoolmates, has a brother close to her own age who is ecstatic about almost being actually murdered by his teacher. From here I can only conclude that the highlight of Urara's early childhood was being chased around by a Clara weilding a meat tenderizer. All the pieces fit together perfectly; no notes.

Since y'all have liked the tags they are getting added as full text:

# i was actually wondering for a good while how 'books that try to chomp on you' fit in with clara being a good big sis #and how there wasn't really signs of her playing dangerous games with her other younger siblings #but like yeah a sibling close in age to you being weird in way that compliments your style of being weird #absolutely does cause you both to become even more weird both together & separately #source: i have siblings #but yeah clara 'fun aficionado' valac's standards were absolutely warped by urara 'I HAVE A GREAT PLAN' valac #urara loves being in danger so swinging heavy objects at him is okay because that's how he has the most fun! #wydm being jabbed at with a sharp objects isn't fun? u-chan is a stick in the mud & even he loves being relentlessly attacked w stabby stic #early clara not knowing what a 'boundry' or 'reasonable limit' is both a cause & effect of urara being such a thrill seeker #oopsie daisy they got caught in a feedback loop and now they're both extra weird

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hello fellow non-Black tumblr users. welcome to my saw trap. if you'd like to leave, please name one (1) Black woman author who is not Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, bell hooks, Octavia Butler, or N.K. Jemisin. bonus points if she's published a book in the last five years.

For my own future reference, and for anyone else who wants it, a list of authors mentioned in the notes. (I cannot promise this is comprehensive, there are a lot of reblogs and I might have missed some.) I've included a link for each author, where possible I've tried to find one that leads you to their books, prioritising own websites/publishers, falling back on wikipedia otherwise.

If you find any mistakes in the links let me know and I'll edit. This post will be in two parts, because I literally broke tumblr with how many authors there were. I think it's about a hundred and fifty.

And here's part two:

Hell yeah!!!

My favorite tags

hold on sorry these tags are so

this cant be real right. no way people think RELIGION is the same thing as race

"hi. white person here." [KILL BILL SIRENS]

happy 23andme bankruptcy everyone

did martin luther write this

"Rationalism" is up there with "Objectivism" in terms of "definitionally funny things to call your own belief system".

"Yeah man I've been doing some thinking and philosophy and I've come up with a framework called Being Right"