6 year old fan asks Sebastian a question.
The ratio of people following me to people I’m following is 5:9 and now I really want to know what the ratio of people I’m following to mutual follows is. Considering I just realized the first ratio is lower than 1:2 I’m guessing that one would be lower than I was expecting tho I guess I won’t know unless I actually figure out how many mutuals I have and calculate it
that’s definitely not Ace Council approved
also how big is your cat
Ace Council members will be arriving at your house shortly
they will be wearing large hats in varying sizes
A group of non-corporeal undead: A VAPOR. “A vapor of ghosts came through the wall, terrorizing the wedding party.”
A group of corporeal undead: A CANDLE. "A candle of zombies descended upon the campers, devouring them."
A mixed group of corporeal and non-corporeal undead: A MIRROR. “The necromancer guided a mirror of undead against the invading army, decimating their ranks and providing fodder for fresh recruits.”
On April 2, 1998, at 6 PM Eastern Standard Time, in the Great Smoky Mountains, somewhere in North Carolina, a witch accidentally added speakroot into a batch of homemade barbecue sauce. He thought it was black pepper.
(It should be noted that speakroot only vaguely resembles black pepper, but as he had a horrific cold, he wasn’t thinking properly.) (His ability to cook was unimpaired, mostly thanks to his cast iron cauldron, a family heirloom).
Now, speakroot is an interesting poison. It’s not deadly, but it does silence anyone who eats it for about three days.
Being a witch of the Southern traditions and persuasions, the young man invited a gaggle of folk to his dinner table, inadvertently silencing the lot of for a long weekend.
Far from being put out, the group laughed (completely silently) as the poison took hold of their voice boxes and continued their meal (which was fantastic, toxin aside) (though some would say, if they could, the cornbread was a hair dry).
Using a series of notecards and hand gestures, the young witch invited the group to stay with him until the speakroot eased it’s herbal grip.
Strong coffee was served in the morning, stronger moonshine was served at night. Pie was omnipresent. Games were played (checkers primarily), will-o-wisps were chased, and ghost stories were “told” via pantomime.
So fun and successful, the Silent Supper has since become an annual tradition!
Rape, By The Numbers.
everyone needs to see this graphic
I linked this to my guy friends who always use the excuse of “What about the false reports? It’s not fair that innocent men are accused of a crime they didn’t commit”
2 out of 1000. 0.02% Of all rapes are false.
theres a difference between shipping and being fucking insane
this applies to both tumblr and amazon.com
The number of “get me out of here” tactics women have developed and shared to help each other escape from overly-insistent-to-borderline-predatory dudes in public places should probably be enough evidence of the existence of rape culture all on its own.
I especially like how, in the majority of cases, you don’t have to verbally communicate what your signals are to other women. I’ve had women I didn’t even know come save me. Literally every woman recognizes the “Dear god, help me” facial expression, and knows exactly what they should do. We don’t get a handbook for this. We don’t have a sit-down nail polish party where we talk about a standardized woman code for preventing creepers. It’s just part of being a woman.
BUT LOL RAPE CULTURE DOESN’T EXIST.
Yup. I’ve definitely taken strangers by the arm and pulled her aside to go, “Oh my GOD it’s you! How ARE YOU?!? It’s been so long!” and then been like “hey I could overhear that guy who wouldn’t leave you alone so I figured I’d give you an out” and then see their VISIBLY RELIEVED expressions. This is part of girl code, because rape culture is that pervasive.
I once had a girl sit on my lap and say “hey baby” after she witnessed a guy (who was easily 20+ years older than me) hitting on me and harassing me for my number even after I told him I was taken. After he got up and left she asked if I was okay. I couldn’t thank her enough times, I even bought her a drink.
We have done this. In fact, we are this. Because we are asexual and we don’t like alcohol so we never drink, we have gone with friends to parties/places where our sole job was to keep an eye out for everyone and be the permanent ‘aggressive man-sheild.’ Not one of our female friends has ever questioned this or found it all strange. In fact, often once they realized we were willing to do it, it would be pre-arranged. Every guy friend we ever did this in front of or tried to explain to looked flabbergasted. They had no idea that this was a) an intentional thing, b) a planned ahead thing, or c) universal.
Rape culture is the fact that every woman understands this. Male privilege is the fact that no guy on earth seems to know or understand.
I’ve been asked to pretend to be my friend’s girlfriend every time we go out at night, just because she wears clothes that show off her curves and guys won’t leave her alone. They only back off when I put my arm around her and act as if we’re together romantically, and sometimes not even then.
i once ran interference for a friend, only to receive the unwanted advances myself. he wouldn’t back off until my (male) friend literally wrapped me up in his arms and acted as if he was my S.O.
It happens online too. A guy I know started Facebook-stalking me after a recent interaction, and my roommate immediately got on Facebook and told him she was my girlfriend. He thankfully backed off after that.
I can’t count the number of times I have pretended to be somebody’s girlfriend or sister in a bar when a guy wouldn’t leave her alone. Both with friends and strangers.
So much this. All of it. I’ll do something similar sometimes when walking down the street with a friend as well. Like someone will look like they’re about to be an ass towards her because she’s quite pretty (also curvy, which is more likely what they’re noticing but fuck ‘em) and I’ll change my body language to protective girlfriend and glare at them until they realize they are about to make a terrible mistake.