Now that it's getting warmer outside again, I just want something like this 🌻☀️

Listen, if you want to understand how emanations work, it's like this:

If you're an infinite thing like God, and you want to become a finite thing like the world, how do you go from infinite to finite? Answer: emanation.

You know when youre at a wedding, and there's a big pyramid of wine glasses? And they fill the wine glasses by pouring champagne into the top, so it overflows and then fills all the glasses beneath it? Imagine the wine bottle is infinite. That's God.

Each of the glasses is called a hypostasis. God can emanate through many hypostases to reach it's final emanation.

As for how many hypostases there are, and how they're arranged, that's the tricky one. Every religion has a different answer, and it's never simple.

I GET NO RESPECT ON THIS DAMN WEB SITE

@apocrypals

The Good Place 4x13 - “Whenever You’re Ready” deleted scene

how dare they not share with us this beautiful and perfect moment how dare

Who would have guessed Superman had such strong opinions on integrity in journalism? Action Comics 668

I feel sad for what Clark must feel these days, living in a world where his superhearing lets him hear every shitty right wing "news" show and podcast on earth

Not to mention the "True Crime" craze and the shitty shows that it led to as well ._.

True Crime people would be AWFUL about literally everything superhero related.

There was a story arc where Lex Luthor had Bruce Wayne framed for murder (Bruce had foiled his attempt to basically do a massive land snatch/corporate take over of Gotham in the aftermath of the big Gotham earthquake and Lex has no chill so of course he had an innocent woman murdered and framed Bruce for it)

And you just KNOW that in the DCU there's a billion "Making Bruce Wayne a Murderer" style true crime shows insisting that he actually did it

"David Cain confessed to the murder

But since this is an hour long show we're going to ignore that

And because of our budget we only have this one photo of Bruce that we're going to show over and over again"

As if Bruce Wayne would not get ENOUGH of that shit already. Can you I-MAG-INE how not fucking normal true crime people would be about the Waynes?

True Crime Podcaster: And here we are once again at the infamous Crime Alley, where twenty five years ago, the Wayne family were shot dead at this very spot. The killer never having been caught. Random act of senseless violence, Or something more sinister? Tonight we'll go in depth...

Batman: *Drops in* Hello Carol.

Carol: Oh shit! Uh, hey gang, Once again we are graced with the presence of the Dark Knight himself, Batman. Say hi to my viewers Batman.

Batman: Carol we've talked about this.

Carol: Oh come on! You can't expect me to live ten blocks away from the worlds most famous crime scene and NOT want to come check it out for my fans.

Batman: At one in the morning carol?

Carol: I have a taser.

Batman:... in Gotham.

Carol: I....I have a taser.

Random Mugger: Alright lady, hand over that fancy phone and mic set up and *see's Batman* NOPE. NOOOOPE. NOT DOING THIS TODAY NOPE. *turns around and runs*

Batman: *Points at mugger* You see this is what I'm talking about.

Carol: OKAY FINE, I'll come back in the morning. But it'll be less dramatic.

Batman: I'm sure the podcast will survive. I'll walk you home.

Carol: Cool, on the way, We can go over my Wayne family murderers suspect list.

Batman: *Opens mouth*

Carol: And before you say anything, I took the butler off the list. I still don't know why it pissed you off so much.

Batman: Its just... like an obvious cliche is all. I mean this was an actual murder, its not an Agatha Christie novel.

Carol: Entirely fair. Which brings me to my first suspect: Police Chief Jim Gordan.

Batman: Carol I swear to God....

Utena Fanarts

if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band

this actually made me cry with joy also one of them is eating noodles

It just keeps going and getting better. *^^*

Me two minutes ago: “cry with joy? an animation of cats playing instruments made someone cry with joy?”

Me now: (sobs into a tissue) “OH MY GOD THAT ONE IS PLAYING TWO RECORDERS AT THE SAME TIME” (blows nose)

CAT PARADE IS BACK

ALWAYS reblog Cat Parade! 💕💕💕

And one of them has a little duck on its head 🤣

I’ve been blessed with the kitty marching band! I love them 💚🥰

GIVE YOURSELF A 2 MINUTE PRESENT.

YOU DESERVE TO STOP AND EXPERIENCE A SIMPLE JOY.

what if meijack (mayjack?), like her father, is weak for blondes

also a little farcille:

Finally made a splat sheet/size chart encompassing all the regular races of the fantasy setting I've been working on

HORIZON: ZERO CAT

Inspired by this tumblr post. based on this twitter post

Ollie's doing her best. (bonus after the jump)

there’s a lot going on here

https://abcnews.go.com/US/tiger-found-caged-abandoned-home-chance-wildlife-sanctuary/story?id=61130943

Tiger found caged in abandoned home gets second chance at wildlife sanctuary: ‘He seems to be so happy’

The estimated 350-pound tiger was transported to the facility, an affiliate of the Humane Society of the United States, on Wednesday afternoon, and is settling in well, Almrud said. There, he will have the chance to roam in enclosures of up to three acres.

Almrud, who estimates him to be about 2 years old, described the moment he first walked onto the grass at the sanctuary as remarkable.

“It was just amazing to see him walk out on grass and to see him explore and have that freedom of movement,” she said. “It was just such a reward and fulfilling to us.”

Now, he spends his days rolling around the grass in glee, Almrud said.

“He comes right up to the fence every time a staff member is present,” she said. “He seems very amenable to our presence.”

The tiger is eating well – a combination of chicken, humanely raised non-processed beef and whole prey complete with organs and bones. It appears that he was being fed chicken, which is what owners of exotic cats often feed them, but chicken alone does not provide the complete nutrition they need to thrive, Almrud said.

In addition, caregivers are tasked with keeping the tiger mentally stimulated by creating “pretend hunting” games and rotating him through different areas so he has access to new smells and environments to explore.

“He seems to happy and content,” Almrud said. “Our staff is just falling in love with him.”

Just an update! Since I got curious and the og post is from 2019.

His name is Loki now! In June he celebrated his 7th birthday at the sanctuary where he lives and thrives. Here’s a few pics of the boy:

I’d love for Aloy to have some company on her travels

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE US DOGS GUERILLA

Yea Pete, how awful would it be if people in your life kept turning into supervillains. Amazing Spiderman 9

Thank goodness THAT won't happen! >.>

<.<

You know Peter, if a bunch of people in my life all started becoming super villains, I’d do some serious thinking about if it’s me that’s the problem.

No, the main connective issue is the editors

IDK, what about the writers?

Iirc, Ditko actually didn’t want the Goblin to be Osborn or anyone Peter knew.

Concept: a D&D adventure where the party stops to rest at a village inn where they seem to be the only guests. The village appears prosperous and well taken care of, but its inhabitants are strangely morose and blunt-spoken. Whether the party decides to investigate or attempts to move on, it quickly becomes apparent that something is terribly wrong: any effort to initiate violence or utter untruth fails as the offender is wracked with terrible pain, unkind words stick in the throat unspoken – and worst of all, anyone who attempts to leave the village becomes confused and finds themselves coming back the way they came. When (politely) questioned, the villagers will say only that the party must speak to the wizard whose tower lies to the east.

Upon reaching the wizard’s tower, the party is met by a slender, youthful-looking man with an unnaturally deep voice, who greets them with distracted courtesy, and – after making brief introductions – reveals that he knows why the party is there, and that it’s indeed all his fault. Thirty years ago, the wizard attempted to cast a blessing of peace and prosperity over the village, but the spell went awry: the enchantment proved to be much more powerful and long-lasting than intended, and its notion of what constitutes a breach of the peace far more expansive. Not only does it prohibit physical violence, but also insults, lies both overt and of omission, and simple failures of courtesy. Even leaving the village seems to be construed as an act of abandonment, and therefore of emotional violence.

Luckily, the wizard believes he’s discovered why the enchantment has become a curse. Though it was intended to ensure that people would be kind to one another, it ironically rendered its own fulfillment impossible, as the villagers began to treat each other well out of fear of reprisal rather than true good will. A sufficiently great act of genuine kindness, unalloyed by self-interest, would shatter the enchantment in an instant – but how can such a thing be brought about, in a place where all have been made strangers to love?

“This is why we consult with experts on this sort of thing.” Albert grumbled.

Wizards had a delightful sense of the transgressive, which Albert approved of, but for a profession so intent on learning they were, in his experience, bad at planning.

“Hooboy did that town get unlucky.” Albert’s exhibit A, Roderick Rockhammer, interjected. Roderick’s bowed legs dangled from one of the wizards tabletops, where he was reading through a spellbook (quite uninvited.). “I ain’t been unalloyed by self-interest since… well, since I was in dad’s coin purse, so to speak.”

The other gnome present, a sorcerous cutpurse named Fassil, nodded. Roderick’s dwarf cousin, Borin, nodded his helmeted head. “Can confirm.”

“Their misfortune started long before we came to town.” Albert said. He idly dusted his top hat with a clawed, scaly hand as he thought aloud. “This hairy rodent- some offense intended-”

“Some… taken?” the Wizard replied.

“-Good to know we’re on the same page - Anyhow, this hairy rodent has gone and thrown a paradox at the city.” Albert looked around the tower for a chair suitable for the tail-enabled and, finding nothing, sat upon an upside-down cauldron that creaked under his reptilian mass.

“Why don’t we just go down there, like, do a nice thing for an old lady, and be done with it?” Borin interjected.

“It wouldn’t work.” Albert replied. “Lets say I go down there to perform some act of kindness to save everyone, even if I did it while cloaked by the spirits to be unseen and completely anonymous, my own desire to assist and the potential satisfaction that comes from it would render it still an act of self-service, because SOMEONE had to go and make a LIVING SPELL that also happens to be a nihilistic adolescent pedant!”

“This one of those spells that stops when the caster dies?” Fassil asked.

“No!” The wizard shouted.

“We’d bring you back.” Fassil grumbled.

“Oh, trust me, if that was an option, I’d have brought it up.” Roderick replied, making no effort to hide the scrolls stuffed in his robe.

“As ironic as it may sound coming from me we can’t solve all our problems with murder.” Albert shook his head. “Much less this, dongus’s problems.”

“Dingus.” Borin corrected.

“You mammals have too many names for your generative organs, anyone ever tell you that?” Albert snapped. Before Fassil could chime in, Albert continued- “Besides myself. Anyhow, the curse prevents any act of charity from being an act of charity if the person is remotely aware of the curse, or gets any kind of benefit from the action. If it’s done on accident, it won’t count.”

Fassil looked up. “We set up an ambush on the road, we take whoever it is prisoner, and work up this story about how we’re going to the town to loot it and burn it to the ground. We let ‘em escape, and then when they run to warn the town, boom! Whole thing’s done!”

Borin raised a mail-clad hand. “But anyone running to the town would also be looking for safety, or reward, we might have to do that a hundred times before someone’s only thinking of the village’s safety.”

“I gots it!” Roderick smirked. “We got all kinds of magic scrolls and whatnot here, we summon and unleash a beholder on the town!”

The room fell silent.

“Why?” Albert finally asked.

“One, because it’s awesome.” Roderick grinned. “And two, because it’s got an anti-magic eye and it’s a big o'l frickin’ asshole! Beholder goes floating into town all zap-zap, bwahaha, fear my roundness!”

Roderick mimed the rampage as he spoke, knocking a number of books from the table he was rampaging over.

“In the middle of all the chaos, people are gonna do a dozen kind things a second to help out their friends and escape the place, and inside the anti-magic eye-beam the curse can’t complicate-it-up!”

Borin raised his hand again. “But if they’re not in the curse, how does the curse know they’ve done a kind thing to break it?”

Everyone went back to pondering.

“Are we sure we can’t kill the wizard?” Fassil asked after far too few seconds.

“YES.” The wizard replied, expecting to not be the only one saying it.

After a long pause, Albert stood up to his full saurian height. He straightened his waistcoat in the way that meant he was about to opine. Borin, recognizing this, got comfortable.

“Gentlemen, we have forgotten our roots as Professor Albert O. Sauros and the Electric Lizard Experience-”

“That is not our name.” Fassil corrected, rightly.

“Regardless. The problem is simple. This isn’t a problem for wizards or adventurers, it’s a problem for entertainers! This, my friends, is a problem for the circus.”

“Proverbial or literal?” Roderick asked. “Because if it’s proverbial-like, I still feel like we’re on the hook here.”

“Literal of course!” Albert grinned. “We hire a circus to come set up about a quarter mile outside the town, we invite the whole city to fun day at the circus! Everyone, man, woman, child, no cost!”

Fassil snapped their fingers. “Yeah! It ain’t abandonment if they’re all goin’ together to do something fun!”

“The curse would have to let them go.” Roderick interjected. “It would FORCE them to go. Missing out on the circus, depriving them of that joy? Such injustice couldn’t stand!”

“And once everyone’s out of the village-” Albert grinned with his many sharp teeth. “Dealing with the curse is simplicity itself.”

“Howso?” The wizard asked.

Roderick hopped up on the table and walked over to the wizard. Between his hunched, rickets-riddled form and the height of the table, the two mages were eye to eye.

“Same way you solve any problem that gets too big.” Roderick said. Eye to eye, he could see pure, honest glee in those crazed orbs, along with the scroll of meteor swarm gripped in his gnarled hand.

“Long range arson.” Roderick continued.

“No town.” Fassil added.

“No curse.” Borin piped in.

“No problem.” Albert finished, with a flourish of his hat.