In light of the recent PostPlus nonsense tumblr is trying to pull, here’s a reminder that monetization of fanfiction can lead you to legal trouble. On Ao3 it’s against the TOS to even mention any money-sending site at all because of the conditonal protection they offer.
Putting your entire fanfiction blog behind a paywall is like pointing a neon sign saying “please sue me”. I bring this up specifically because tumblr mentioned fanfiction in the post that they made and that is going to leave a lot of people misinformed.
Remember: Do NOT paywall your fanworks.
And rest assured, my blog will never be pay-to-read, even if this weren’t a fanfiction blog. I think the whole thing is ridiculous.
i am so fucking sick and tired of gentrified depop tiktok fads that exist for a month and perpetuate disgusting body standards and fast fashion and rich people bullshit i am tired of people looking polished and posh in their stupid fucking tennis skirts and designer dupes i’m tired of plastic surgery and young girls wanting to look completely grown i am tired of subcultures being gentrified and dissipated and disrespected i am tired of people having not a speck of personality to fit in i am tired of it all
do you ever think about how if you dive into the ocean and go deeper and deeper you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light, and if you go up into the sky and go higher and higher you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light
sometimes a post makes you get out of bed at 230am to spend a quick hour on something like this
couple important bullet points here:
- the people who infected everyone else had gotten negative covid tests before traveling to the wedding
- everyone was in a tent. it doesnt say how enclosed the tent was but it would definitely cut down on air flow
- doesnt say whether or not people were wearing masks but i suspect not
- if these people hadnt been vaccinated, it would have been a lot worse
the big delta wave will hit the US pretty soon, and is already starting in states with low vaccination rates. new mutations (delta plus, epsilon and lambda) are on the way; lambda is more infectious (symptoms and severity are unclear). the CDC is wrong, everyone should still be wearing masks indoors and in crowds (which is what the WHO says anyway). children still arent vaccinated.
you do not want to get covid at all, even mild covid. long covid even with mild symptoms is really fucking people up (talk to anyone with a chronic illness about what this is like and hopefully they can scare you straight). even mild symptoms like “brain fog” can effectively ruin your life. one guy got tinnitus from long covid that was so bad he committed suicide.
in ten years youre not going to regret being extra cautious right now, but you could very easily regret being careless.the CDC is wrong, everyone should still be wearing masks indoors and in crowds (which is what the WHO says anyway)
what if public libraries were open late every night so that:
- children and teens who cant get home until a later time have a safe, warm, well lit, populated area to socialize, charge devices, rest, etc
- children and teens have a safe place to go to stay away from danger
- people who have jobs that take up most of the day would still have time ANY DAY OF THE WEEK to go use the libraries facilities (printing, computers, etc)
This is exactly what public libraries are trying to achieve - public libraries as a third place is a whole thing - it’s just that the funding isn’t there (yet).
Libraries need and deserve so much funding
I’m going to apologize if this post comes off as sounding very aggressive, but having just been through one of the most stressful experiences of my entire career in libraries:
if you want this, you need to be at your local community government meetings. you need to be talking to your representatives. you need to be out there Lobbying.
Just a few weeks ago, my library, me, my coworkers, we had to write letters, send emails, make phone calls, speak at council meetings, just to beg our aldermen to give us our usual funding. Which they didn’t even give to us last year. Losing last year’s funding forced us to cut staff, hours, and all of our databases. If we’d lost this year’s funding? two positions would have been gone and we would have likely had to close on Saturdays. On Saturdays. The day of the week most of y’all working M-F jobs actually have time to go to the fucking library.
And do you want to know how much money we were asking? We were asking for an increase of approximately 13 cents a person.
ACROSS AN ENTIRE YEAR.
No one seems to understand how libraries are funded. It’s not just Free Stuff. It’s your tax dollars being paid back into your community. It’s crowdfunding. The highest cost anyone in my community pays for the library a year is approximately $250. Divide that up. That’s just $4 a week. That’s less than a coffee. It’s the equivalent of purchasing about 10 hardcover books a year. For that price, you could have access to every book that has ever been written, a place to go that’s not a bar, programs for kids, teens, and adults, educated staff that can help you find the answers to your questions, and so much more.
You want these late-night libraries? You want all this stuff? Start fighting for it. Start showing up. Start making phone calls. It’s not going to come out of thin air. Start fighting to erase the idea that taxes = evil. Start fighting to spread the understanding that taxes are what help us build a better society.
Make sure the people who represent you know that you want this. That this is where you want your tax dollars to go. That this is what you want them to support. That you are willing to see your tax bill go up a few more dollars for this.
Because otherwise? None of this is going to happen. Libraries are going to keep cutting their opening hours. Keep cutting staff. Keep cutting programs and databases and collections.
We NEED your support, and we need more than just a post on Tumblr. We need to see people show up and speak out.
Ever wondered how libraries are funded? Here’s a very informative post, along with a plea for our help.
anyway blackout poetry not just as an art form, but as an act of violence against other works of art
taking a piece of text that someone probably put their heart and soul into creating and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything that you deem irrelevant to the point you want to make
i mean imagine cutting up a painting and using it to make a collage, or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces out of it to make a different sculpture
just to be clear: i love blackout poetry, im not criticizing it here. i am just waxing poetic about it. i dont really know where im going with this i just have Thoughts about art being destructive
[ID: A series of images. Save for the final image, they’re all screenshots of the original post—blackout poetry. Text has been edited to hopefully be more accessible to screen readers.
Image 1 is by aromantic bristle frost:poetry, not just as art, but as violence against someone—their heart and soul—and using it, cutting out everything. imagine cutting up a painting or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces. just to be clear: blackout poetry, i’m criticizing it here. i am. i have Thoughts about being destructive.
Images 2 through 7 are by in the fall of a sparrow. Image 2:blackout poetry as an art form, taking a piece of text and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything irrelevant to the point you want to make. imagine using it to make a collage, or taking pieces out of it to make different poetry. i’m not criticizing. i am just axing poetic. i don’t really know about art being destructive.
Image 3. Readable text is within in red and blue boxes. Sentences are censored with grey and white boxes outlined respectively in black and grey:poetry, not just an art form, but as an act. the work of taking a piece of text’s heart and soul and cutting to the point to make meaning. using it and carving pieces out of it to make art instructive.
Image 4. Most of the text has been edited to appear washed and faded, grey lines striking through them. Readable text is highlighted in light blue boxes, while some words are censored with black boxes outlined in light blue.i mean, imagine cutting up a piece of text that’s just waxing poetic about blackout poetry being destructive, violence against other works of art and using it as your raw material to make a collage; criticizing it.
Image 5:any poet forms an act of violence in the work of art: taking a piece of their heart and eating it raw, cutting very deep to make an image in pain and using it to age a marble sculpture, carving pieces out to make a difference. just to be a poet, i’m not here. i am out. i don’t really know where i have Thought about being.
Image 6. Yellow lines connect three “art"s to the word “irrelevant”. The word “Thought” is outlined in yellow. “Try again” is connected by a thin white line:try again. art, art, art—irrelevant. Thoughts. art.
Image 7 has blacked out most of the text in individual black lines, but many purposefully empty white spaces separate them:just to be clear: i don’t really know where i’m going with this. just being destructive.
The final image is the two-panel “It’s like a House of Leaves in here” meme. End ID.]
Years ago back when I worked in cubicle land, we were hiring junior software developers. They didn’t have to have a ton of experience, just a willingness to learn, and some demonstration of their software skills. Like: show me a program you wrote (any language) or a web site you designed. Anything.
And there was this one guy I talked with who seemed super sharp, but had virtually zero experience writing software. When it came time to do the show-n-tell part of the interview he whips out his laptop, brings up a website, and spins it around to show me what he made.
A website of tiny ceramic frogs.
Not for sale. Just… all these ceramic frogs, organized into categories. Frogs on bicycles, frogs with hats, frogs sitting on lily pads. It was a virtual museum of ceramic frogs in web form.
I scrolled through his online collection of frogs, slightly baffled.
“This is your website?” I asked finally.
“You coded this yourself?” I popped into view-source mode and poked around some incredibly well-formatted, well-commented html. I nodded slowly. This guy was meticulous.
“So… where’d all the frogs come from?”
“I made those too,” he says, beaming.
And while I’m processing this he rummages in his bag and pulls out a little ceramic frog working at a computer terminal. He places it on the table before us, next to the laptop.
“And THIS one,” he says, “I made for you! As a thank you for the interview.”
It was adorable. I hired him on the spot. I mean, why not? Worst case he’d wash out in 90 days and we’d hire somebody else. He turned out to be one of the best developers on our team.
And yes, his cubicle was loaded with ceramic frogs.
So last Christmas/holiday period I worked at a gift store as a casual holiday assistant.
The number of times I had blokes come in and attempt to purchase a candle for their wife/so/mother/girlfriend etc for Christmas or birthday.
And they’d like walk up and say ‘I need to buy a candle’
We had at least 25 different candle scents.
Some guys knew what they were after- cause they would take a photo of the candle they already had.
Some had literally no clue.
Some say ‘you just pick a good one’ and we say ‘oh but you know what she likes, we’ll just help you decide’.
So we’d go through the entire process of
“Ok so sweet? Or sort of more not sweet or citrusy?”
Some weren’t sure what the difference was so we’d pull our sweetest possible candle tester (caramel sunset- it’s like sticking your face in a candy store) and our most neutral non sweet candle tester (ocean breeze - it’s a neutral sort of salt and lemongrass scent) and make them smell them.
The sweet one either gets ‘oh YES but maybe not that sweet’ or ‘no. no. She likes. Not that’
Once we make a decision on sweet or not, we then can start pulling candle testers.
We slowly narrow down those categories by smelling various test candles.
Some of these blokes have absolutely zero idea what they’re looking for when they come in, but generally we get some sort of ‘oh yeah, her perfume smells like that’ or ‘the candle we have smells a little like that’ or ‘oh I REALLY LIKE THAT’.
Sometimes we have to go through Every. Single. Candle. To get the one they are after.
During Christmas I did this probably 4-5 times a day on average. Sometimes multiple times for the same customer because they had to get a candle for mum and wife and sister and Aunty.
One guy came in on CHRISTMAS EVE about 20min before we closed and said ‘so I need…. Five gifts…. For my mum, for my girlfriend, my sister, my grandma and my girlfriends mum.’
It was….. a long 20 minutes.
It’s lovely to see them get? Not excited, exactly, but sort of enthused that! They! Made! A! Good! Choice! Because they do know their partners. They know the perfume, or what they already have in the house, or what scent she likes. They just weren’t sure how to get to the final option.
Once the candle has been selected, and they purchase it, we offer free gift wrapping.
The look of relief on some of their faces is. Absolutely priceless.
We have like. 40 something different wrapping papers. Sometimes I ask ‘favourite colour?’ And they just look blank, so I pick two nice but different papers so it’s both easy (they’re both pretty!) but they also don’t feel like I did all the choosing for them (then if she comments on it, he can say he picked it).
I live in a small country town, by the way. Some of these fellas are in their dusty work jeans, boots and clearly came in from a long day on the farm because it is Important that they get this gift.
Some seem very awkward about this whole process, some are self deprecating, some are really enthusiastic. Some start super awkward and then get really enthusiastic.
I sold. A LOT of fucking candles this last Christmas. A LOT.
I could smell those fuckers in my sleep.
I’m not making fun of these guys (ok I am just a little) because I appreciate that they a) know that their wife would like a candle, b) are prepared to smell 25 different candles to find the one they think she would like, rather than just picking one based on the colour of the box, and c) acknowledge that they need a hand selecting one and asked for assistance
Fandom: Invader Zim
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dib/Zim (Invader Zim), Dib & Zim (Invader Zim)
Characters: Zim (Invader Zim), Dib (Invader Zim)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Coming of Age, High School, pre road trip!, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Growing Up, Travel, World Travel, Road Trips, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Shopping, Podcast, Research, Post-Canon, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers
Series: Part 3 of A Coming of Age
Dib’s depression has acted as a bit of a wake up call, and Zim has to grow up a little bit. The two embark on a road trip, a friendship, and maybe something else.
no because shut up eda saw luz not get a palisman with the other kids and her first thought was “i’m gonna do everything in my power to find this incredibly rare magical wood so my kid can carve her own palisman because she’s special and she deserves a special palisman of her own”
she loves luz so much and would go to the ends of the earth for her (and has) just so she doesn’t feel like she’s less than any of the other witches just because she doesn’t have a palisman
Okay but one thing I love about Luz’s and Hunter’s sibling-like relationship is that it isn’t “older sibling bullying younger sibling”, they’re pretty even
But it isn’t because Hunter’s softening his blows, no, it’s only because Luz is that much of a cheeky smartass that there’s constant back-to-back comebacks
Luz gets thrown and tied up? Launches his staff to the middle of nowhere
Hunter licking her hand? Smothers his own spit on his face
Hunter being a jerk? Deny his staff and juke him
But then it comes here
Luz hesitates, and Hunter in turn calls her too nice to shoot at him, so even if she has the staff he isn’t scared of her
Afterwards, Luz gets to know him more, and learns that he doesn’t know how to survive without being the Golden Guard, about his want to learn wild magic, and that he could be a pretty swell guy
So when Hunter points his staff at her? She isn’t scared. She throws it back.
Hunter’s too nice to shoot them
And not only that, but throws back his inability to be free
“You’re just the Golden Guard.”
She not only stabs him with her disappointment, but that “just” the Golden Guard, she basically just stomped on a title that would’ve been feared
Because she knows, he’ll never get what he wants there, he’ll only be sad there, and that being the Golden Guard has held him back from his true goals
Luz may be nice, but dang is she not easy, and I think Hunter sees that now
“I’ll always love you, the Bee Charmer.”
#so in the book idgie gets drunk and sits outside the church honking her horn during ruth’s wedding#and in the book ruth sends idgie that one lesbian bible passage (lesbians know the one)#i just thought you should know#still got about a hundred pages left in this book and i’m about to pass out theapplesweremonitored
did anyone else get a weird thrill as a kid from correctly imitating Normal Kid Things
like I would drink a Coca Cola (hating every sensory moment) and feel excited about participating in a Normal activity. I listened to 20 second samples of Avril Lavigne songs at Barnes and Noble and think, “oh yes, this is what normal American children do, look at me, I’m doing it too”
8 year old me: [eats a slice of pizza]
8 year old me: “Wow. I’m doing it. I’m really doing it. I bet I seem just like a Normal Kid. I bet this looks natural, like I do it every day without even thinking about it. If those people see me eating this pizza they will think, ‘Wow, what a regular child! Just like the ones on TV!’”
Frankly I still do this, to some extent–back in 2019 I went out with a friend after work and sat there like “Wow, I am in a city, drinking wine at a bistro with a friend from work, having an engaging conversation about our dating lives. This is what Normal Adults do. Look at me, a Normal Adult! Like from TV!”
Reblog if you are a Normal Adult, Like from TV
….is it not normal to do this? Because i do this
i feel like its definitely a neurodivergence thing, so for neurotypical people yea i dont think thatd be normal to them
I think it’s normal for anyone growing up outside of a particular lifestyle or culture, neurotypical or not… so neurodivergent people as well as immigrants, non-Americans, very rural, isolated, and poor folk, probably also people who spent a lot of their childhoods bedbound or hospitalized.