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List of Chapters for my fanfiction named;
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Do not ever be rude or condescending to someone who asks "obvious" questions, no matter how obvious or silly you think the question is.
For one, in some cultures asking an obvious question is just a polite way of acknowledging the situation. So for example, if you just put your jacket on and start clocking out, a co-worker asking "oh, you done for the day and heading out now?" doesn't deserve you sneering at them like an idiot, scoffing, and saying "uh duh, just like I do every day at this time" when it's likely they knew the answer, but were just asking as a polite way of acknowledging the situation.
But even if they were genuinely unsure that you're leaving even though it seems obvious to you from context clues, so what? What does being rude and condescending to them achieve? Maybe they couldn't sleep last night so they're really out of it today, maybe they're dissociating, maybe they're about to pass out from low blood sugar, maybe some other employees sometimes put on their jacket and only clock out briefly but come back.
There's all sorts of reasons they could be confused about whether or not you're leaving, but intentionally making them feel bad achieves nothing except, well, making them feel bad. Either way, they're not hurting you or anyone by asking a "stupid" question, so there's no point in being rude about it. If you still want to make them feel bad about themselves for looking "stupid" when they weren't hurting anyone, that is the mindset of bullies and abusers.
Thank you everyone who is pointing out in the notes that this is usually an attempt to connect with someone and/or strike up a conversation. Because honestly in my experience 9 times out of 10 when someone asks an "obvious" question that's what they're trying to do. If someone walks into the kitchen and asks "oh are you cooking?" while you're standing over the stove holding a spatula, they probably already know the answer, but they're just trying to start a conversation with you and connect to you.
All the more reason it's sad and hurtful when these attempts are met with sneering and being treated like an idiot.
There are no stupid questions, only assholes providing snarky non-answers. Because aside from the bid for connection or genuine confusion, sometimes there are REASONS why you might get an obvious question.
“Oh, are you cooking?” asks person who thought you were going out tonight.
“Are you leaving?” asks time-blind person who’s surprised it’s 5:00.
“Are you going to lunch?” asks person who remembers there’s a meeting in 30 minutes.
This is where I make my occasional reminder that Emily Post said the reason for manners is to make others comfortable and foster kind, thoughtful human interactions.
“Oh, are you cooking?”
asks person who thought you were
going out tonight.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
She got the idea for the study while walking with her advisor at Stanford to discuss her thesis topic, and the paper she eventually published in the Journal of Experimental Psychology in 2014 is sharp enough that it should have ended the seated meeting on the day it came out.
She ran 4 experiments on 176 people. Same person tested twice. Once sitting, once walking. The creativity tasks were the standard ones psychologists have used for decades to measure how good a brain is at generating novel useful ideas.
81% of participants in the first experiment produced more creative ideas while walking than while sitting. In the second experiment, 88%. In the third, 100%. Every single person walked into a more creative version of themselves. On average, people generated 60% more novel useful ideas the moment their legs started moving.
The skeptical question is the obvious one. Maybe it was the fresh air. Maybe it was the scenery passing by. Maybe it was the change of environment doing the work, not the walking itself.
Oppezzo killed every one of those explanations with one experimental decision. She put people on a treadmill facing a blank wall. No scenery. No fresh air. No environmental change. Just legs moving in place while staring at white drywall. The 60% boost held.
Then she ran the experiment that closed the case completely. She took participants outside in two conditions. Half of them walked through a Stanford courtyard. The other half were pushed through the exact same courtyard in a wheelchair. Same outdoor stimulation. Same scenery passing at the same speed. The only difference was whether the legs were moving.
The walkers produced dramatically more novel high-quality ideas than the wheelchair group. The outdoors did almost nothing on its own. The walking did everything.
She also tested the opposite kind of thinking. Convergent thinking. The kind where there is one right answer and you have to narrow down to it. Word puzzles where 3 words share a hidden fourth word that connects them. The seated participants did slightly better on these. Walkers got slightly worse.
Walking is not a general intelligence enhancer. It does one specific thing. It opens up the divergent search inside your brain. The part that generates options. The part that produces unexpected connections. The part that takes a problem and finds five ways into it instead of one.
When you need to converge on the single right answer, sit down. When you need to find the answer in the first place, get up.
The mechanism is now well understood. Walking selectively activates what neuroscientists call the default mode network, the system inside your brain that runs when you are not consciously focused on anything. The DMN is where mind-wandering happens. Where memories cross-reference each other. Where ideas that have been sitting in separate folders inside your head finally bump into each other.
When you sit at a desk and force yourself to concentrate, you suppress the DMN. When you walk at a natural pace, the executive part of your brain gets just busy enough handling the walking that the DMN comes online and starts doing the work that focus was blocking.
The most useful finding in the entire paper is the one almost nobody quotes. The boost did not turn off the moment people stopped walking. Participants who walked first and then sat back down stayed elevated. Their next round of seated creativity work was still significantly better than people who had been sitting the whole time. The rest lingered for at least several minutes after the legs stopped moving.
You do not need to do creative work while walking. You need to walk before the creative work. The brain holds the state.
Edited down a long tweet. (x)
If I was a wasp, I'd sting you. If I was a venomous snake, I'd bite you. If I was a lion, I'd maul you. If I was a swamp, I'd poison you. If I was a mountain, I'd fall and crush you. If I was the ocean, I'd drown you. If I was a cat, I'd never let you touch me. If I was a dog, I'd run away. If I was a horse, I'd never let you break me. If I was a farm, I wouldn't grow for you. If I was a fire, I'd burn out without warming you. If I was a home, I would fall apart around you.
If I was harmless and small, and easy to hold, you would love me. If I was a worm you could put me in the soft earth and I would be helpless in your care. Of course you could love me, but could you love me if I stung you, bit you, pulled against you, hid and didn't understand you but wasn't harmless or helpless at all?
Could you love something for what it is, when that means you can't touch it or show kindness, maybe even never be near it, and it might never, ever love you back? Is it okay to exist and not belong to anyone, to not be useful to anyone, to be dangerous or poisonous or a failure but a part of the world all the same?
I know this is a metaphor, but if you take it kind of literally, there is an answer to this.
We build wildlife preserves. Often explicitly for the protection of animals and ecosystems that can and have killed humans.
Whenever a whale gets stranded on a beach, CROWDS show up ad risk getting bludgeoned to death trying to get it back into the water.
Every Zoo has a reptile house full of venomous snakes and a team of humans dedicated to giving them the best quality of life possible.
There are volunteer beekeepers who will travel for miles and miles and hours and hours to relocate an entire hive.
There are people who rehabilitate dangerous dogs and horses
There are people who restore structurally unsound houses
There are people who study the way that fire burns so it can rejoin the ecosystem and not be smothered on sight.
Every day, millions of people get up and devote themselves to things that can and will kill them by their nature. Things they can't touch or show kindness to. Things they can't go near. Things that are wholly incapable of loving them back.
And they do it because they love them.
Everything dangerous, everything poisonous, everything 'useless'- absolutely everything has someone, often many thousands of people, who loves them exactly as they are, without expectation that their affection will be returned.
It is alright for anything, even you, to not belong to anyone, to not be useful, to be frightening and dangerous and not adhere to any standard of success. It's all alright. You are loved. You are loved. You are loved.
"And so what if we are all alone in an empty cosmos," the wise woman says, "We are a love letter the universe has written to itself. And what does this letter say? I love you, I love you, I love you without end."
Does the chemist love chemicals any less for their dangerous properties?
Does the meteorologist love hurricanes and tornadoes less for their destructive natures?
Does the conservationist love the endangered animals less for their inability to touch the animals they save?
Of course not! True love, true admiration and care is not based on reciprocation, but rather appreciation for how the object of those feelings actually is!
So sting, and bite, and maul, and poison, and fall and crush, and drown, and don't let anyone touch, and run away, and never, ever, ever break, and be desolate, and go out, and fall apart. And we will continue repeating out truest truth; I love you, I love you, I love you without end.
Me: "why don't I have the energy to write? Maybe I'm just a failure..."
The four hours of sleep and two packs of crackers that consist of all I've eaten of today:
FUCK THAT'S THE WRONG IMAGE
vampires are so full of shit. "oh the human race is beneath us, you're just livestock to us" I don't think you know what livestock is. do you feed us? care for us? protect us from predators? no. you just slink around dark alleys and ambush people. that's not what a higher being does. that's a bottom feeder. a parasite. karate punches your head off
She Would Say That. She would DO that.
[ID: Buffy Summers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The photo is edited so there is a speech bubble that makes it look like she's saying the original post. End ID]
You can be talking to someone and she'll be like, "Oh I made a silly mistake. Women don't deserve voting rights teehee." And you'll be like, "What." And she'll be like, "Oh I'm sorry! That must sound so bad out of context. No it's this Tiktok meme where, if you're a girl and you do something dumb, you say 'Women don't deserve voting rights teehee.'"
And you'll be like, "That sounds bad." And she'll be like, "No no. It's totally not that bad. It's just a meme. Men say it too. Like if a man does something silly he'll be like, 'I am like those women who do not deserve to vote.'" And you'll be like, "Does that make it better?" And she'll be like, "Well there was one guy who tried to make 'Men shouldn't vote' a popular meme. But it never caught on and also he got yelled at a lot."
And then you drop it there because like, you're harshing the vibe.
God this makes me think of this screenshot:
"it minimizes you as a person" really wraps up my entire discomfort with the whole "oh but i'm just a girl" thing when used in most situations.
get your medals everyone
cosigned, good work everyone, have your bricks at the ready when they try it again.
Since some of you don't seem to understand how this 'new notes' thing works, I'll break it down:
I'm the OP. I'm making this post. If you like, comment, reblog (without comment) on this post, then I'm the one who will see all those notes in my activity page.
However...
If you reblog (with comment), I will get a notification that you did that, but any likes/comments/reblogs (without comment) you get on that reblog will only be shown to you. As OP I won't see them.
If someone adds a reblog (with comment) to your reblog...as OP I won't see that. I won't see any of those notes in my activity page.
Basically, if someone with a large following makes a comment, then they will get all the notes and OP will see nothing. If OP has said something silly because they're, y'know, 21 and it happens, and then someone reblogs it onto the dash of someone with a large following who then dunks on them for fun? OP doesn't see it, doesn't get notes for it, but they're gonna get the harrassment for it in their inbox.
If I, someone with a 5 digit follower count, reblog something to correct misinformation on Ancient Egypt, then OP will never see it unless it was on the original post, but I will continue to get notes on that post even though it's not my post. If I reblog fanart, or just art in general, with a comment like 'Oh this is so lovely!' then OP will not see any of the notes from people reblogging it from me. They'll only see my reblog. So it's possible for an art post by someone else to have 200 notes for them, but 9000 for someone who reblogs it with a comment, and the OP artist will have no idea it's been seen by that many people.
It's killing blow to the community we've built here, by someone higher up who doesn't understand that being able to see all the comments and reblogs is what makes this site the place I keep coming back to.
That's what sucks.
I encourage people to go to tumblr's support page, select contact support, and then in the dropdown menu select 'Feedback' and leave polite and constructive feedback (for those of you who enjoy 'emails worded politely but are a strong 'are you an idiot?', try that way of wording it). They're more likely to listen to you if you're not an asshole about it. I've already gone and done this, and I hope others will too.
In case you didn't know (I didn't since I was on a break and just found out when someone @ me about it)There is a new update that has ruined the notes.
I adore the old reblog features because sometimes people continue the story through them. I did for Danny and the fan blog, and I genuinely love seeing people's reactions in the reblogs.
If your blog feels like it suddenly went quiet, it's not because of you, it's because of the update.
Me randomly remembering the time when I was posting x reader fic chapters here on tumblr, but then someone told me to stop using the 'x reader' tag bc my mc is afab, even though I also tagged 'afab reader' and also slapped 'x afab reader' in the places I could think of without cluttering the posts
“young adult dystopian novels are so unrealistic lmao like they always have some random teenage girl rising up to inspire the world to make change.”
a hero emerges
And just like in the novels, grown men and women are going out of their way to destroy her. Support our hero.
And it’s not even like it doesn’t happen regularly.
Teenage girls are amazing.
Sometimes they’re not even teenagers
Reblog every time a girl is discredited/ignored
Who they are:
Emma Gonzalez
Malala Yousafzai
Ruby Bridges
Greta Thunberg
Mari Copeny
Autumn Peltier
Afreen Khan
Sophie Cruz
Charlottesville Black Students Union
Naomi Wadler
DAPL protestors (names not found)
Ahed Tamimi
This isn’t a coincidence. Revolutions almost always happen when the population of a country is at its youngest and that’s a lot more true nowadays with social media.
Claudette Colvin was actually the first one to refuse her seat in Montgomery, Alabama to a white passenger. The movement chose to promote Rosa Parks as the figure for that form of protest because Claudette was a pregnant 15-year-old girl.
Barbara Rose Johns was a 16-year-old who organized a student strike protesting segregated schools. This strike, after gaining support of the NAACP, became a lawsuit that turned into Brown vs. The Board of Education and resulted in the desegregation of U.S schools nationally.
7th-grader Mary Beth Tinker, disturbed by the Vietnam War, decided to wear an arm band with a peace sign on it in protest. Her school suspended her. Her family filed a suit, Tinker vs. Des Moines, which reached the Supreme Court and ruled in her favor, ensuring that students and teachers maintain their right to free speech while in school.
Freddie & Truus Oversteegen were sisters who joined a Dutch resistance movement in WWII in their teens. They lured, ambushed, and assassinated Nazis and Dutch collaborators. They also blew up a railway line, transported Jewish refugees to new hiding places, and worked in an emergency hospital.
Our history books may like to showcase male figures, but behind every movement is a young girl ready to make a change. It was true then, it’s true now, and future generations of teenage girls will go on to inspire progress, whether they’re credited or not.
And then forget everything by the morning
im laughing so hard because no matter what song you listen to
spiderman dances to the beat
no matter what song ive been testing it and lauing my ass off for an hour
hey guys do you want to circulate the heirloom dancing spiderman again i feel like we could stand to do that
i hate how they market alexa as a ‘member of the family’ like that’s SO fucking blatantly insidious and terrifying also if i wanted an untrustworthy/cold/emotionless machine in my life i’d just talk to my fuckin father
#did we all collectively forget why Big Brother was called that
Alexa literally records EVERYTHING you say around it and can store that data and send it to literally everyone and it’s on the Wikipedia page for Amazon Alexa under the Privacy Concerns section!
the original post is one of the absolute funniest posts I’ve ever seen on Tumblr and it depresses me to see so many people loving their wiretaps like they’d love a family member. disturbing how times change, huh. is chatgpt replacing your grandpa
Must be sad to be an AI slave…
Lucky me, i have my friend that… Yep, is not selling my info for no billionare, it is genuine, she is not a robot, she is not role-playing to be my friend. She is real and genuine and not a prompt.
I need no AI programmed to say a cute message at a certain hour, i have my friends that are always espontaneus and most importantly: human, in their way of making me feel loved.
I will not translate for you, use your damn AI for it or go study another language other than english
If I wanted to have a voice telling me everything I want to hear I would just go back to my toxic friends who only got close to me for homework help and test answers. At least then I know those "friends" won't be listening to me 24/7 and sending my every word to a million dollar company's data base to be listened to by complete strangers.
Anons keeping tabs for me is the only way I can stay alive. What the fuck??? I’M A CRIPPLE THI IS SO FUCKING CREEPY
> mentally exhausted so you can manipulate her
….. that’s so. Taking advantage energy. Rapist energy even. That’s fucking horrible.
If anyone, and I mean ANYONE, tried to sexualize my disabilities that they didn’t have, or talked about me the way this post talks about disabled girls, they would get slapped if they were near me.
It goes beyond ‘princess’ treatment when you say shit like ‘it’s not like you could do much to stop me’ because it stops being about pampering and making a disabled person feel comfortable and instead becomes making that person aware of their helplessness in a bad way and implying you would take advantage of it.
I am not physically disabled, but I do have mental disabilities. If you were to pull this shit with me in mind, then OOP would be talking about running her hand up and down my thighs while I’m having a freeze moment and can’t move nor speak and mentioning that I wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop her.
That’s assault, there’s no fucking comfort here, most disabled folks wouldn’t want to be reminded of the limitations their disability gives them in a sexual setting like this.
If anyone even JOKED about pushing me to socialize so I’d be more exhausted so they can ‘whisk me away’ and MANIPULATE me, I’d call them a fucking creep and they would be cut out of my life forever.
This is rapist energy packaged alongside ableism and it’s SICK.
I hope to GOD OOP is disabled because at least then she’d be saying this while understanding how terrifying this situation would be outside of a kink context, but even then this is some disgusting shit.
Also given how she always says ‘girls’ and has defended pedos and her and her circle talk about siscon a lot, it REALLY feels like the sexualization of disabled people is because of the infantilization aspect of ableism, which is horrific.
I think the only way this could be worse is if she started talking about hiding someone’s meds or disability aids or breaking them so they have to rely on her and are more easily manipulated, because that kind of talk could really easily lead to what I just said.
Went from 'little weird, but it seems like your heart is in the right place' to 'EUGH, WHAT? NO. NO NO NO NO, WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK? EW, EW, EW!'
Reminds me of my aunt having a stroke + Diabetic problems (Doctor said to not eat sweets and desserts) and then comes my uncle (who sometimes throws glass bottles at her if my mom didn't have enough money to give him to buy whatever he wants, meaning that my mom is apparently "selfish" and "stingy") purposefully making her eat a dessert damn near every. single. DAY. (It's not like she can just NOT eat it bc he's spoon-feeding it to her himself, and maybe she's probs lowkey scared she'd get hit.)
This made her legs damn near PARALYZED btw. She had difficulty even getting out of bed, and she literally had to rely on him even more than she already did when he wasn't allowing her to hold any money (ffs she was too scared to leave him bc of the possibility of what he might do, they live too far from us for her to reasonably eat w us instead, he knows where we live, and I was a child at the time, ie a possible vulnerable target)
My Poppy Playtime Chapter 5 Predictions I guess..