CURRENTLY MOVING MOST OF MY POSTS TO @bees-queuefellow, EXPECT BUSINESS AS USUAL TO CONTINUE FOR SOME TIME.
Due to recent events i will no longer be interacting with any form of donation request from individuals.
I take asks from pretty much any ask game i've reblogged! could be from five minutes or five years ago. Doesn't matter as long as the game is specified
Tags I Use Often:
Misc reblog - Nonfandom posts. The large majority of my blog
Lagtime fic - posts directly related to my mob psycho fanfic Lagtime! You can read it here.
The Hubris - tag to keep the lagtime maintag clean. various posts i feel fit the vibe of the fic.
Mob Psycho 100 - Every mob psycho post on the blog.
Mp100 - Meta posts and art for mob psycho, tag acts as a bookmark of sorts.
The meme version of Edward Cullen as a man who is obsessed with snails and moss is infinitely more interesting than the version of him in the actual twilight books.
If Edward Cullen was a man who was obsessed with the small intricacies of the forests of Washington state and enjoyed foraging and taking pictures of snails he would actually be the most unique and interesting vampire character in modern literature but instead he’s an overprotective bitch whose main personality trait is that he hates himself.
Bella would also be way more interesting if she was watching this guy swerve the car over to the side of the road to take a picture of some cool moss and chewing on poisonous herbs like gum because his vampirism makes him immune and going “oh I can’t not fuck him”
A'ight let me see how faithfully I can describe how it felt to be there.
Bit of backstory: @oneterabyteofkilobyteage is an automated account that posts screenshots of old Geocities homepages. The blog posts in 20 minute intervals in order from oldest to newest.
Most of the screenshots aren't anything interesting. The collection is entirely automated so there's a lot of 404s, broken images and default templates.
But for the most part it's nice 1990s background noise for your dash.
Now. Let's pretend it's May 7th, 2021.
You see a post from the blog.
Yep, that's Geocities all right. A little more booba than the average post, but that's the luck of the draw.
You continue scrolling your dash.
You see a post from the blog.
Yep. That's Geocities, all right. A little more booba than the average post. You must've caught up with where you were before.
You continue scrolling your dash.
You see a post from the blog.
Another post, another default homepage.
You continue scrolling your dash.
You see a post from the blog.
...Hm. Geocities.
You continue scrolling your dash. You pass the default template from before.
You see a post from the blog.
You are not going in circles.
An hour passes. Two. Three. You keep seeing the same damn post but the note count is always different.
People are starting to notice. It's nice it's not just you.
It is now 8th of May. You continue scrolling your dash.
You see a post from the blog.
Okay, it's official. The bot's broken.
Not really anything you can do about it. The account is automated. Might as well wait for the admins.
Roughly an hour later, you refresh your dash to a miracle.
Thank fuck--
People begin losing their minds.
I can't find the comment for it (it may have been erased by the sands of time), but at this point somebody notices the changing urls, gallery, part numbers, and clock in the bottom-right.
This isn't the bot glitching.
Somebody had dozens of GeoCities homepages worth of porn, and updated them all in one go.
One user pulls up the Wayback Machine to work out how many pages there are in this collection. There's about 30 in Part I. Key word: Part One.
Sure enough, May 8th, 4:40 am:
4 am becomes 5 am. 5 am becomes 6 am.
You continue scrolling your dash.
You see. A post. From. The blog.
One person mentions they have a job interview in the morning.
People wish them good luck.
Once again, there is a brief reprieve--
And then.
Just when you thought you were out.
Part III starts.
That person who had the job interview is back - they got the job! Everyone celebrates.
Unfortunately overalls girl has better job security.
All in all
you have a very normal 48 hours on tumblr.com.
Eventually the posts run out. Though there are a few scares here and there with duplicate posts, bikini-clad models, and similar web handles, nothing like this ever happens again.
All things are finite - including this man's porn stash. Godspeed, badgirls888. Wherever you are.
(I wish I could grab every single comment that made me lose my shit, but there's only so many images I can put in a single tumblr post.
You can find the archive of the incident here - though since the archive is in reverse-chronological order, you'll have to scroll all the way back to May 9th to see a hint of the chaos.)
there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
i didn’t think that this was worth mentioning but since this observation is kind of going big on Twitter right now i might as well say: this common misconception is where i got that seemingly random title from
Do yourselves a massive favor: practice asking for help BEFORE it's an emergency.
I am a social worker. I have worked in community mental health and in home-based healthcare. And it is much, much easier for me to help you when the situation you're in is not yet a full-blown crisis.
"I'm out of money and have been for a while and now I haven't eaten for three days." This is a crisis. A crisis where I'm likely going to have to put you in the car and take you to the nearest food bank--except food banks require appointments now, and the next opening is in four days, so you're staring down the barrel of a week with no food. That's obviously not going to work, so, let's call eight different food banks until we've found one that has an appointment the next day...except it's in the neighboring county and you can't drive. So now I'm calling your doctor to try and brow beat an emergency plan of care update out of him so I can come back the next day and drive you to the food bank. And we haven't even started on the "constantly broke" part of the problem.
"I don't think I have enough food to make it to my next paycheck. I have (xyz) in my house and that will only last until (date)." This is bad, but not a crisis. We have a few days. We make you an appointment at the food bank and contact your brother to make sure you have a ride there. Now we can spend our visit talking about what bills are causing you the most problems and make a jump on a long-term solution, like looping in a community action agency to cover your utilities and getting you an OTC card from Medicaid to cover some of your groceries every month.
"I'm ten months behind on rent, and my landlord said I have a week to get out, or the cops will throw me out. I don't have the money, and if I get evicted, I have nowhere to go." This is a crisis. Every single thing we do here is going to be some version of a Hail Mary. In Michigan, we have the state emergency relief fund for rent issues, but process time is well over one week. There are community action agencies that we can call to assist you with payment, but they are unlikely to have sufficient funds to cover nearly a year of back rent. We can contact legal aid clinics to try and prevent your landlord from evicting you, but they may look at your case and determine that too much "fault" lies with you. Most likely, I'm going to have to put you in touch with homeless shelters and the public housing office.
"I'm two months behind on rent and I don't think I'll be able to pay next month either." This is bad, but not a crisis. This is solvable. We have time to apply for SER, or put you in contact with community action agencies. We have time to review your finances and see if you qualify for a public housing wait list or other forms of ongoing rental assistance. We have time to talk about a million possible adjustments to try and ease the burden of your rent.
"I am the sole caregiver for my elderly parent who has dementia and is emotionally volatile and fully dependent on me. I have not slept through the night in weeks and I have not had an actual break for over a year. I am having screaming meltdowns multiple times a week and I am threatening self-harm unless someone comes to collect my parent and take over all caregiver duties." This is a crisis. This is a crisis where the ethical code of my profession demands that I call 911 and report the conversation to them. They will likely come to the house and interview you. If they determine your threats were serious, they will have you forcibly committed to a psych ward. Your parent will either be dumped into a random hospital or rehab center, or left in the house on their own. Upon release from your psych hold, you will be expected to resume caregiving duties as though nothing happened. Except, now, adult protective services is actively investigating you, because it was determined you may be an ongoing danger to your parent.
"I am the sole caregiver for my demented parent, and I have not had a break in a couple of weeks, and I feel angry and weepy most of the time." This is bad, but not a crisis. We can get you in touch with volunteer groups for respite, and apply for state funded programs to get more day-to-day help, and talk about long-term planning for when the dementia symptoms get worse. We can get you the phone numbers for crisis lines and enroll you in a support group.
Obviously, you can ask for help at any point. Don't use this an excuse to never ask for help. If you always wait until it's a crisis, fine, you have free will. But you are ALLOWED to ask for help BEFORE you're in a blind panic, and it is always easier to get help when you aren't screaming and sobbing because you think your life is over.
