the THING IS: classic scifi (star trek, doctor who) is about love and kindness and acceptance and exploration, and when it’s not entirely about that, it’s about overcoming evil institutions (b5, star wars). so like. why do bigoted, hateful, disgusting people always state that they’re a scifi fan, when all of the media they consume goes strictly against their toxic beliefs? seriously, why
‘fae’ range from anything like goblins and imps to the little pixies with the wings that everyone associated with fairies to the seven-foot tall members of the royal courts. some even consider the banshee to be fae. (also trolls, gnomes, elves, djinn, dwarves, leprechauns, will-o-wisps, etc.)
some think the fae are evil, some think they are fallen angels, but most are considered to be a chaotic neutral force. some might call this ‘whimsically evil.’
honey makes them drunk.
iron poisons them, as it does many magical beings.
some were-creatures were probably just fae in disguise, since fae can assume any form.
they sometimes lure humans with music that makes them want to follow and dance. they have to dance for what feels like a year and a day but it actually only seconds.
true names of the fae have power over them. they often use aliases when dealing with non-fae.
some people are gifted with fae sight, which allows them to see the fae and also sometimes peeks into the future through their dreams.
cats hate the fae, and the fae hate them back.
iron horseshoes over the door can act as a fae deterrent.
they sometimes kidnap human children and leave their own children or elderly behind. these are called changelings.
fae are generous with gifts, especially for polite people, but prefer gifts in return.
that being said, better to avoid accepting gifts. you probably don’t have enough to pay them back. by saying ‘thank you,’ you acknowledge that a gift was given and that you now owe something in return. being indebted to the fae = bad time
fae can’t lie, but truth and honesty aren’t always the same.
asking for a favor will cause offense. make it seem like it’s their idea to help you.
most things offend them, actually.
some fae can smell a lie. there’s no way of knowing which ones unless they tell you.
fae use ‘glamour’ to hide their appearance or habitations around humans. ‘glamour’ can be gifted for use by humans.
it’s better for fae to have half-breed children than no children at all, so relationshops with humans are fine. it just rarely works out fine for the human.
More posts on the consistently feminist and awesome Terry Crews.
He literally writes books and gives regular interviews on toxic masculinity, misogyny and gender equality.
I love this Terry Crews! ❤ Honestly, him, Tom Hanks, and Keanu Reeves are like the three celebs I want to chill with, cause I just want to know all the nice things they’ve done.
I FLOVE this movie. And I HATE all the stupid hatred it gets. For a long time the buzz was “finally a black princess yay!” and now everyone is like “Fuck this movie, first black princess and she spends the whole movie a frog.”
You know what? Fuck that. Because Ariel spent a good majority of the movie not talking. Mulan spent the majority of the move pretending to be a man. Aurora and Snow White? Asleep (Hardly in the movie at all). They’re all just plot devices, not designed to take away from the traits of the women.
And you know what else? Unlike some of the other princesses, Tiana is in control of her destiny every step of the way. When she turns into the frog does she lose hope and need rescuing? Hell naw. She busts Naveen over the head and gets the job done. She is consistently responsible and capable even after having her dreams crushed and turning into a freaking frog.
So don’t tell me that Tiana is “less than” just because she gets turned into a frog. She’s still one of the most hardworking, badass, and capable chicks in animated history and I love her like crazy cakes.
the end.
Also? She’s based on a real person. A real woman who is 91 and is still cooking in her kitchen. She’s still widely respected in the culinary community, she’s fed presidents, she’s had songs written about her and her restaurants. She’s 91, and she still wakes up every morning to run things, because she still believes in hard work and good food. And if you don’t think that’s truly fantastic, then you can just fuck right off.
Almost every single Liberal and Conservative Member of Parliament (MP) in Canada’s Parliament voted against this motion about addressing climate change and renewable energy by the NDP.
That in the opinion of the House, being a global climate change leader and building a clean energy economy means:
(a) investing in clean, renewable energy sources, such as solar, wind, and geothermal as well as investing in energy efficient technologies that create good quality, long-lasting jobs for today’s workers and future generations;
(b) putting workers and skills training at the heart of the transition to a clean energy economy so workers don’t have to choose between a good job and a healthy environment for themselves and their families; and
To elaborate, I created a situation where the party was tasked with hunting down rumors of a giant spider made of glass, spinning webs of glass in a creepy abandoned church in the middle of a creepy fucking dungeon that seems to be a patchwork of different places in the ruins of an enormous city from a bygone era.
It was implied that this creature would be something they had to fight.
When they arrived, they saw a half-woman, half-spider made of glass doing laundry peacefully.
One of the party members called out to her, remembering that they were also allowed to befriend any of their quarries if they thought it possible and it would count. The woman’s face didn’t change before it shattered and reformed into a warm smile and invited them in, moving sharp glass webbing out of the way for them.
The inside of the house was really clean, except for a pile of old, ruined clothes. She acted rather suspiciously when asked her name and offered to go make tea and sweets for the group. The group accepted and immediately descended on the pile of clothes to check for bloodstains.
They found that the clothes seemed to be uniform in nature, rather than from several adventurers, and seemed damaged but not in the way you’d expect from the creature. They also found a ruined journal and immediately went snooping.
A lot of pages were torn out, and inside they began to learn that the adventurer who owned it (with a lot of information on names censored out), was teleported there and was helped by the glass woman. She returned (though not before the journal could be stashed away) with the sweets and tea. The party opted to try them without hesitation. They were delicious.
They asked how she learned to make them, and she mentioned they were a receipt from her beloved, who was currently out and explained the mess belonged to them and they preferred washing their own clothes and would do so when they returned. At this point the party asked about this beloved, and the woman acted odd, this time seemingly forgetful and went upstairs to a room
More snooping discovered the woman cooing and singing to something in the room but with no noise at all coming back. So it was back to the journal.
Inside they found more details about the long life the narrator and the woman shared. As one party member went upstairs, another read on. Flipping perspectives between the two, it was revealed in tandem that she was caring for a large glass egg (shaped like a chicken egg of all things) as though it were a living baby of hers. The glass came from her abdomen and didn’t heal despite the fact that she was leaking healing magic (which allowed her to reform her face and live as long as she had).
Going over details, they confirmed that the egg was definitely not going to hatch, the woman definitely had memory problems (immortality not coming with infinte memory) and the long life she lived with the narrator stretched that, the fact that she could use objects to hold onto a memory at the expense of others, and that the narrator of the journal decided to erase every scrap of their presence in the house stopping short of destroying the egg itself. They begged the reader of the journal to help her be free of the memory of them, having reached the end of their life from old age.
So the party had to choose: try to help her move past living this frozen life, living a lie, or leave her to her happiness. There were multiple options, the healing magic in the area that allowed plants to grow in the depths of the dungeon clearly being valuable for future adventurers so there was the option of trying to get others into the grove she created, the idea that trying to introduce others who would regularly rotate in and out of a forward base to get her used to people being a less permanent fixture in her life and help her accept loss (including some clerics who might be better adept at helping out). There was also the idea of secretly breaking the egg and letting her memory reset on its own, or even telling her outright to try and trying to help her through things.
Watching the in-character discussions of morality and what they were going to choose to do was amazing, heartbreaking, and the end result was profoundly emotional, as the party chose to do something in the end, and the woman managed to cry, a fire inside her melting tears of glass for her.
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