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sometimes Tumblr does very funny things.
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Miss Congeniality (2000) dir. Donald Petrie
so a very long time ago, my dad worked with an arson investigator
this guy was often one of the first people on the scene following a suspected arson, once emergency services had done what they needed to do. at times, there were also civilians on the periphery. often, they were freaking out, and understandably so; their home or workplace had just, quite literally, gone up in smoke
this investigator wouldnโt try to calm them down. he wouldnโt comfort them or be a shoulder to cry on.
instead, heโd walk up to the person most visibly losing their shit, hand them a fire extinguisher, and say โhey, can you keep an eye out for any other fires, and if you see one, can you put it out with this?โ
of course, there was no actual risk of another fire. he wouldnโt be on the scene investigating if there was even a chance that the fire wasnโt completely put out. but the bystander didnโt need to know that
because that person, without fail, would immediately pull it together, take the fire extinguisher, and stand guard. they were, at least temporarily, calm enough for this investigator to do this job
my dad has told me the parable of the fire extinguisher a hundred times, and i think about it a lot. i think about what it says about people and crises. i think about what it says about the grounding power of having a purpose. and i think about the importance of letting someone help me through something, even if that help is just going to be another casserole to throw into the freezer, because useless or not, that fire extinguisher might be the only thing holding them together
The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol
you're falling in the trap!! it will be read by many people, many times, and it will live on in their memories. and maybe no single other human will match you in time spent dedicated to your story, but as a collective we will outlast you. acts of creation only grow when they are shared
This. Writing is not like dinner. It can be consumed many times
you write it once so it can be read forever
You ever think about how unified humanity is by just everyday experiences? Tudor peasants had hangnails, nobles in the Qin dynasty had favorite foods, workers in the 1700s liked seeing flowers growing in pavement cracks, a cook in medieval Iran teared up cutting onions, a mom in 1300 told her son not to get grass stains on his clothes, some girl in the past loved staying up late to see the sun rise.
there are scriptures all over the world painstakingly crafted hundreds of years ago with paw prints and spelling mistakes or drawings covering up mistakes. a bunch of teenage girls 2000 years ago gathered to walk around their hometown, getting fast food and laughing with their friends. two friends shared blankets before people lived in houses. a mother ran a fine comb through her childโs hair and told it to stop squirming sometime in the 1000s. there are covered up sewing mistakes in couture dresses from the 1800s, some poor roman burnt their food so well past recognition that they just buried the entire pot. there are broken dishes hidden in gardens of people no one even remembers anymore
children eleven thousand years ago enjoyed jumping around in puddles made from the footprints of a giant sloth. children loved muddy puddles so long ago there were still megafauna alive
Thereโs a record of an emperor of Japan in the 9th century talking about his cat - how pretty it is, and how it stalks birds and curls up in a circle and meows mournfully for company and escaped its collar. All completely normal ordinary cat things. And then it ends with him sayingย โit is superior to all other catsโ. I am delighted to be united across 1200 years with this fellow cat owner with exactly the same feelings about his cat that I have about mine.
making good posts used to be a thing insane people did. and now it is the only possible way to advance in a career in hundreds of professional industries
if youre a hairstylist you gotta advertise it on instagram. tattooist. instagram. writer. performer. visual artist. therapist. all on instagram. lots of bars make their bartenders advertise their shifts on story posts to try and lure customers in, these days. every fucking job you can possibly do, you have to be a personal social media manager for, and be as active in the world of digital representation and engaged in the discourse as only the most suicidal graduate students of 2012 were
you cannot convince me illegal immigration is a real problem and I'm sick of pretending it is. yk when you were a kid and you got mad at your sibling for crossing an imaginary line that you drew in the car? that's what you're doing right now except you're actually killing people over it
I get how we need records of who's in the country for like census or tax purposes, yk boring logistical stuff. but you know what we could do with people who don't have the paperwork? send them to the courthouse to fill out their paperwork. boom problem solved and you didn't have to spend 80 thousand dollars detaining and deporting them
the only thing that needs to be done with undocumented folks is...document them...problem solved
Wouldnโt leave my mind sorry
idk if this is a young fan thing or new fandom culture but some of yall think fics are abandoned way too quickly. a few months or a year or two is not unusual to go without a fic update. sometimes fics take longer to write, other times writers have rl events, or maybe there's multiple fics and one gets more priority. there are tons of reasons for fics not to be updated every week or every month. it also isn't uncommon for people to come back and update fics after a number of yearsโive read updates that took five, or ten years. people's lives change, but they still want to tell their stories. personally, i never consider a fic abandoned unless the author has said so; though if it's been a few years i manage my expectations. but a last update being a year ago is... generally not a sign that a writer has abandoned their fic
the spirit is willing but the flesh is experiencing technical difficulties
being a trans guy directly post wwi and wwii was so easy. you could just be like yeah i got my dick blown off in the war and everyone would be like hey that happened to my buddy jim and not even question it. truly next level valor stealing to pass
not sure if yall know this but one of the first trans men to ever get a phalloplasty was a british guy named laurence michael dillon. dillon was a doctor himself (in fact he performed a gender affirming orchiectomy on roberta cowell) who had been taking T and passing as male for years, and he was watching harold gillies, a pioneer of dick surgery for the pandemic of Guys Who Got Their Hogs Rocked By Bombs from wwii, do all these dick reparation surgeries. so he got to wondering hey. if you can reconstruct a dick, can you construct a dick? they got to talking about it and eventually ya boy dillon got the surgery. so shout out to all those british dudes who lost their cock fighting nazis and inadvertently contributed research/techniques to The Transgender Cause ig
how to send an instagram reel without doxxing yourself
thank you for wanting to send me an instagram reel! I appreciate it. There's some fun stuff on instagram that I never see, and your gesture is so kind. However:
instagram shows your instagram account when you share content. It's fine when it's me - I don't care who you are - but if I reblog that post or answer that ask, it'll show your instagram profile - linked to your tumblr profile - to the public!
There are a couple of ways to avoid this. Let's take a look at an instagram URL.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/20Dasdasdaadfgdfg3j /?igsh=MXsssmFa5zadfffY4aA
after "reel", there's a long string of characters that represents the actual reel you want to send me, which I've represented here in pink. that is the address of the reel. That's all we need! You can just send me that.
Next, you'll see the green part. there's a question mark, with "IGSH" (that means instagram share, hopefully triggering your memory) and an equals sign. The stuff after the equals sign is your profile.
When I tap on this link, before showing me the reel, it first tells me exactly who you are. I can't see the video until it makes me click away from your face.
So, since presumably we aren't that close, and you don't want your tumblr to be linked with amysocialsecuritynumber's more public presence, you'll want to sanitise that link! That means removing all the sharing information so it just acts like a normal link.
The easiest thing is to simply remove the part of the URL that I've indicated in green:
https://www.instagram.com/reel/20Dasdasdaadfgdfg3j /?igsh=MXsssmFa5zadfffY4aA
But if you're on a mobile device, that isn't always easy, so you can paste it into something like LinkCleaner first:
Link Cleaner
that one's nice, because it gives you the option of seeing what the cleaned link shows to people.
In addition to protecting your identity, especially if I'm careless and just reblog something without checking (I am so careless, honestly) it makes things a bit easier for me.
Okay, hope this helps!