this bird has flown

it was real and it was fun and I am clocked out / consider this blog defunct

[confabulatrix]

Russian hackers? On MY blog?

It’s more likely than you think

thanks for the heads up everybody, I feel dirty now, but my password is changed and two-factor authentication is ON for if/when I unretire this blog

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I’m not here

so y’all might’ve noticed I haven’t posted anything in over a year

I was just... tired. disappointed. fandom being what it was, Uprising being what it was, the colossal nightmarish overhang of the clusterfuck the MCU became being everywhere, I just didn’t wanna... anymore

Burnout happens

I’m okay, I’m alive, for the moment I seem to be healthy, and for the first time in my life I’m fiscally stable without having to half-kill myself from overwork to manage it, which is pretty all right

So. I’m around, just not here. Take care of yourselves and each other, do what makes you happy, etc etc

[raccooncomic]

51. Oh No (video)

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[hjbender]

[confabulatrix]

Don’t mind me, I’m just over here losing my shit over the French soldier-pigeons of WWI

From the wiki (with my imperfect translation):

Exposés aux mêmes dangers et risques que les hommes, certains ont été décorés comme des soldats. Ce fut le cas du célèbre « Vaillant » (matricule 787.15), dernier pigeon du fort de Vaux, lâché le 4 juin 1916 à 11 h 30 pour apporter à Verdun un ultime message du commandant Raynal. Il eut le privilège d'être cité à l'ordre de la Nation — un fac-similé de cette distinction est conservé au colombier militaire du Mont-Valérien — pour avoir transporté au travers des fumées toxiques et des tirs ennemis le message suivant :

Exposed to the same dangers and risks as the men, some [pigeons] were honored as soldiers. Such was the case of the famous “Vaillant” (number 787.15), the last pigeon of Fort de Vaux, released on June 4th, 1916 at 11:30 am, to carry a final message from Commander Raynal to Verdun. He was awarded a Citation to the Order of the Nation — a copy of which is kept at the military dovecote of Mont-Valérien — for having flown the following message through toxic fumes and enemy barrage:

« Nous tenons toujours, mais nous subissons une attaque par les gaz et les fumées très dangereuses. Il y a urgence à nous dégager. Faites-nous donner de suite toute communication optique par Souville, qui ne répond pas à nos appels. C'est mon dernier pigeon. Signé : Raynal. »

We’re still here, but we’re being attacked by very dangerous gases and fumes. It is urgent to clear us. Send any optical communication through Souville, they aren’t responding to our calls. This is my last pigeon. Signed: Raynal.”

Gravement intoxiqué par les gaz de combat, le pigeon arriva au colombier de la citadelle de Verdun et mourut en ayant délivré son message. Sa dépouille est conservée au musée colombophile militaire.

Seriously poisoned by the combat gases, the pigeon arrived at the Verdun citadel dovecote and died shortly after delivering his message. His remains are now kept in the military pigeon museum at Mont-Valérien.

I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING

[audreyrosebooks]

me: i’m a good writer. i know my worth and i’m confident in my skill set and i know i can do this.  me, five minutes later: what if i’m terrible? what if everyone who has ever read my work and thought it was good was lying? too afraid to tell me the truth? blackmailed by aliens? what if everything i write is terrible and too scattered/forced/hollow what if i don’t know how to make a sentence. where do verbs go. how do u emotion

[confabulatrix]

mistaaaaaaaakes

If you love yourself, don’t ever look through your blocked text messages, because you blocked those numbers for a reason, there was a SUPER GOOD REASON, so if you don’t look through ‘em, you’ll never have to see a text from your former boss (the one who threatened to kill you, that one) that goes:

‘after every thing Ive done for you, you wont help me with just a few little things now??’

If you love yourself, you won’t have had to read that text, then looked at the date, then realized exactly what those ‘few little things’ were (and known immediately how little they were not), and been overcome with towering rage and the knowledge that this is why your job hunt’s going nowhere, this is why you get good interviews and follow ups and then n o t h i n g afterwards

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Finished our partner stockings! #starbucks #starbucks☕️ #tobeapartner #baristalife #christmas2018 #upcycling #craftideas #craftivity (at Liberty Starbucks) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrAjKveB8Fv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qx5p3fup1h9y

[confabulatrix]

So we create dogs. We take wolves, and over some forty thousand years we create a companion species that loves us, intensely, that we can prove loves us, with science, we know dogs love us like we love them.

We make hundreds of different kinds of dogs, we cultivate different instincts to make dogs that want to run, that want to herd, that want to hunt, that want to go into the kitchen and bring you a potato when you ask them to bring your medication, but they all look at our faces when they look at us.

So we have these soft friends, and they play, they’re social (except for when we fuck them up, that happens a lot but that’s on us), they get attached to us and wag their entire bodies with complete doggy joy when we get home from the grocery store, so of course we love them.

We love them so much, we want to do right by this species we made, so we take our learning and our science and we figure out how to do a better job of taking care of them. We create vaccination schedules, we take them to the doctor more frequently than we go ourselves, we get really intense about The Proper Diet, we care so much.

And then it shocks the shit out of us when they get old, when they get sick, when something happens that can’t be prevented and can’t be predicted, when the vet says I am so sorry to tell you this, when we expect a certain amount of time and it gets taken away.

In forty thousand years we haven’t fixed this, we accepted the trade of unconditional adoring companionship in mere decade long increments (maybe two if we’re extremely lucky), we know going into the gig that it will end in extraordinary heartbreak, and we do this to ourselves anyway, over and over.

What is wrong with us?

[confabulatrix]

when you’re *past* a first name basis with the guy at the local mexican place where you call in your taco tuesday order

[prokopetz]

Headcanon: I can muster a cogent argument for why it would make more sense or make for a better story if this were the case

Heartcanon: I don’t have a particular rationale for why this ought to be the case, I just like to imagine it’s true because it gives me the warm fuzzies

Gutcanon: it’s not that I actively want this to be the case – it just unaccountably feels like it should be

Junkcanon: I like to imagine it’s true because it gives me the other kind of warm fuzzies

Spleencanon: I insist that this is the case specifically to spite the author, because, like, fuck you, sir or madam

[thelegendarylexslate-blog]

Appendixcanon: This is the way that things seem to have gone down, judging by the extra notes in the extra notes at the back of the book.

[aromantic-eight]

Rectumcanon: I insist that this is the case specifically to spite the fandom, because fuck this popular fanon in particular.

[profeminist]

“Next Tuesday, McDonald’s workers at restaurants in 10 cities will walk off the job at lunch, waging the first-ever nationwide strike to combat sexual harassment.” 

- TIME’S UP

McDonald’s Workers Are Going on Strike Over Sexual Harassment

NEXT TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 18th - SUPPORT THE STRIKE!!!

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so my apartment’s flooding

AGAIN

when will death come

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our grandmas in 1985

excerpt from the short film about defeating dinosaurs with rock music, created in our rock camp’s Cinematography tutorial

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last line meme

I was tagged by @hauntedfalcon to post the most recent line I’ve written in any of my WIPs

"I know," she says. "Why don't you leave all this to the professionals and come downstairs with me, hmm?"

Tagging.... whoever wants to be tagged?

[hauntedfalcon]

WE HAD TO PAUSE TO WATCH THE MUPPET FIGHT

TWICE

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WITH THE SQUEAK

AT THE END

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I was cleaning, just doing my thing, getting my apartment in order and frickety, accidentally started a new quilt. And because my ability to do math is somehow compromised when I'm cutting fabric, I also ultra accidentally cut out approximately three times what I needed, so somebody in the future is getting a hecka nice gift bundle.