Kinda Crazy They Made A Thing With 100% Queer Characters In Russia

it’s crazy that people make fun of the right for engaging in conspiracy theories, then turn around and write shit like “the government is EVIL and trying to hurt YOU PERSONALLY with EVERYTHING THEY DO”

Or water fountains, public washrooms, outdoors tables, etc, etc

watching the empire strikes back again and wow. yoda really is a scrungly little guy.

why is this fascist shit on my dash

It is the United States that is truly the axis of evil (1992)

this is adorable I love her :)

When I was 3 years old I went to a preschool that had this little green crocheted crocodile finger puppet that was my absolute favorite toy to play with of all time. I named her Chelsea, because Chelsea starts with C and crocodile starts with C and more often than not wild animals in fiction aimed at kids have names that start with the same first letter as their species. I played with Chelsea every day, because she was my favorite toy, and because the other kids weren't really interested in her, and also because I eventually started to hide her in a special secret spot in the room so no one else would find her before I did. She was so beloved by me that when I graduated from preschool, my teachers gave Chelsea to me permanently, because it was clear no one else would ever love that little crochet crocodile as much as me anyway (in part because I hid her). They waited a few weeks after I graduated before doing it, too, and sent Chelsea with some post cards as if the crocodile had been on a whirlwind "travel the world" vacation before deciding to come live with me.

And Chelsea remained my favorite toy all through my childhood. There were others I loved nearly as much, like my Imperial Godzilla and the big red T.rex from the first Jurassic Park toy line and my tiny knockoff plush Charmander, but Chelsea always held the place of honor in my heart. She was my absolute favorite toy.

I kept a lot of my favorite toys through adolescence, even if social pressure eventually got me to give away a lot of them (and some, y'know, broke). That's obviously not surprising to you if you've followed my blog, since I still collect toys into my adulthood. But it's important to note because while I know I made a conscious effort to never throw out Chelsea every time I pared down my collection... at some point, she went missing.

I became aware of it when I graduated from high school. I was feeling really emotional about leaving that stage of my life and, y'know, becoming an adult and shit, and in that state I decided to find Chelsea to reassure myself that I hadn't entirely left childhood behind. But Chelsea wasn't there. No matter how hard I looked, I could not find Chelsea anyway.

And that was, like, devastating, because the only explanation was that somehow, at some point, I had accidentally tossed her out with some other "childhood junk" while trying to grow up and be responsible in my teen years. I had literally thrown away my childhood in a careless attempt to be more grown up.

Of course I knew she was just a toy - nothing more than some yarn twisted together in the loose shape of a crocodile, lifeless and soul-less and more or less worthless in the objective light of day. But she was also Chelsea, my best friend since i was three, my stalwart little pal, a source of comfort for most of my life at that point, and I had just... tossed her out! Like garbage! What kind of person was I becoming if I could do that to my best friend?

I was very visibly distraught, and my mom noticed. Being very crafty, she tried to find the pattern for Chelsea so she could crochet me a new one. The problem is, she had no idea where to find said pattern. She checked all her books of crochet patterns, and when that failed she tried the internet, but no matter how hard she looked, she found nothing.

So my mom found the next best thing.

The original Chelsea was a tiny finger puppet, and I had "met" her when I was three. Well, I was eighteen now - shouldn't Chelsea have grown too? And as has been established, this crocodile was fond of whirlwind vacations. My mom found a pattern that looked as much like Chelsea as possible while also being a much bigger crocodile, and gifted her to me before I left for college - to show that while we can't stop the flow of time or how it changes us, that doesn't mean we have to leave it behind.

And yeah, I decided to believe it. That's Chelsea now. Yeah, I know that in reality it's a completely different set of yarn made by my mom rather than... whoever it was that crocheted the original Chelsea, but then, Chelsea was never really the yarn. She was the feelings I put into the yarn, you know? So that's Chelsea, all grown up, and still my most prized toy.

...

Flash forward... Jesus, eighteen years, holy shit. A few weeks ago I saw a post trying to identify a different crochet crocodile pattern, and thinking it was cute, I decided to try and look for it on ebay and etsy, just to see if maybe I could find it. I didn't, but do you know what I found instead?

A very familiar crochet crocodile finger puppet. An intensely familiar one, you might say. Of course I bought it. And of course I asked the seller if, perhaps, they might have the pattern for it or know where it came from (they did not, alas). And after a few days, she showed up at my house.

She's not Chelsea, obviously. For one thing, she's far too clean and fresh looking - Chelsea was very well loved, and looked the part, while this crocodile finger puppet has definitely not endured years upon years of a child's affection. And, more importantly, she's not Chelsea because we've already established that Chelsea grew up into a bigger crochet crocodile. This has to be Chelsea's younger sister, Cici.

And if I could find another of Chelsea's kind after all these years, then maybe, with a bit of luck, I might find the pattern for her, and be able to make more of them. Fill the world with Chelseas.

she in the pond

My mom took these

May? Don’t you mean Prairial?

would you do the ice bucket challenge to raise funds for the Republic

Ice is a limited resource during the warmer months, citizen. Surely you don't suggest I cover myself in ice during the winter? I mean, I once walked under the rain for two hours to cool off after a particularly excruciating meeting with the generals in Thuin, but it was in late May.

You're really not beating the orientalist allegations. Tell me some more about how backwards and repressive the east is and how the west needs to civilize us. Maybe the east would be less homophobic if the west stopped painting Lockheed fucking Martin as progressive! (sincerely a bi girl)

alright 🤷

“The east” (by which I have to assume you mean NK and China. unless you mean Russia in which case. Bbygirl. Russia is European) is backwards and repressive and the west absolutely should impose western liberal democracy on its autocracies, by force if necessary. It worked in Japan. It worked in Korea. It worked in Taiwan. All three of those states are progressive, free, and prosperous.

I’m willing to accept the label of “orientalist” because I know what it really means - I’ve criticized your favourite pet autocracy. It’s the same thing that Imperial Japan used in its propaganda back in the 40s - “we’re fighting for the freedom of colonized peoples and you western democracies are a bunch of racists because you’re trying to stop us”.

You’re spreading fascist propaganda too.

this shit is why they failed to conquer the world. too busy making egg-related devices to beat Russia.

Hey!! Your reply to my (dagoth ur propaganda) post interested me, i haven't seen in TES lore that Dagoth Ur would have returned many times (i tried searching for that info at one point, it would've been useful in a story i was writing at the time) so i'm curious if i overlooked some detail?? 👀👀

so most of that was “devout tribunal worshipper larp”

but there’s definitely evidence for OTHER members of House Dagoth returning after they were killed. If you manage to talk to Ascended Sleepers, you can ask them about “understand nothing” and they say:

“You think what you do has meaning? You slay me and I am dead? It is just dream and waking, over and over, one appearance after another, nothing real…”

which I’ve always taken to mean that you can kill them, but they are revived by the heart. we can also tie this to Lord Vivec’s dialogue when you ask him about “to be a god”. She replies:

“…It is a bit like being at once awake and asleep. Awake, I am here with you, thinking and talking. Asleep, I am very, very busy. Perhaps for other gods, the completely immortal ones, it is only like that being asleep. Out of time. Me, I exist at once inside of time and outside of it.

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It's nice never being dead, too. When I die in the world of time, then I'm completely asleep. I'm very much aware that all I have to do is choose to wake. And I'm alive again…”

So I take that to mean that those connected to the Heart of Lorkhan are functionally immortal, returning to life some time after their supposed death, just like the Ascended Sleeper said. The *dream* that the Sleeper mentions is death. *Waking* is being alive again. For what it’s worth, Vivec calls the followers of Dagoth Ur “heartwights,” meaning they definitely have some connection to the Heart, even if they aren’t on the same level as the Three.

There’s also Dagoth Ur’s famous line, “I’m a god! How can you kill a god?”, which comes right after you beat him in the outer chamber, then walk into the Heart Chamber and he’s right there again. I’ve always taken this as “we kill him in the outer chamber and then he revives inside.”

So I definitely think Dagoth Ur *could* come back to life, if killed. Did he? Probably. We know that the Three made yearly pilgrimages to the Heart to replenish their power. We also know that Vivec defeated Dagoth Ur at least once in open battle. I think it’s likely that the Three would have fought and beaten him at least a few times.