reblogging to normalize. because we really should be uplifting sex workers as bread winners. Also because they should be able to show their face in public without fear of repercussions??? (cough cough), like this gentleman.
Honestly its unhinged and hilarious but yet also seriously something I want to see more of
If you’re making enough to pay off your sister’s student loans you are not a cheap whore you are a wildly successful whore which is admittedly beside the point but damn
I know this is entirely besides the point but for everyone saying “don’t you need 20% down” NO actually you can get FHA loans with as little as 3.5% down so 20k would be enough of a down payment for like a ~$600k house. (The max loan amount for an FHA loan depends on the area but really this is a whole other post.)
Sometimes a creative outlet is a fun little hobby and sometimes it's a lifelong affliction. Like I crochet because making little woven animals sparks joy and I'm a writer whether I like it or not because I'm tormented by visions
from one chronically anxious person to another: the world is not going to go up in flames. What happens will be more slow, more bureaucratic, more boring. There is no catastrophe to end all catastrophes, no rapture, no sudden end. You can't give into the call of the void, because there is no void. So you just have to do the work to make tomorrow a better place, anyway. Because that's how it gets better.
#A lot of people want it to be too late#Because that means they can just throw their hands up and blame everyone else and not have to do the work anymore#But as long as there are people left it's never too late#Things will keep getting worse for a long time but if we keep working then it WILL turn around#We'll see some horrible days coming up but they will give way to a better future
You watched Nancy through your drawing room window while she paced outside your door as she usually did, building up her courage to knock. It wasn’t fair to her, you knew, but you did so like the flush that colored her cheeks after she spent so long working herself up. The two of you had a rather unusual budding friendship. She’d come by every so often, usually once a week, for tea and conversation. If she had any problems you had both the capital and space to help. In exchange, she gave you the most honest and frank company you’d ever had. No masks, just people. It helped that the view was nice too—Nancy was a handsome woman. After a few more minutes of watching, you felt she had worried herself enough and opened the door yourself.
“If you keep it up, you’ll have to stay the night.”
Nancy swung her head around, eyes wide and surprised. Before she could even question or protest, you continued. “You’ve been pacing outside this door long enough. Come inside.”
You turned on your heel and made your way toward the drawing room, knowing full well Nancy would follow. It was only a matter of seconds before you heard the click of the door closing behind you and the sound of her plodding footsteps along the corridor floor. Tea was already set and waiting as you took a seat beside the table. Nancy lingered in the doorway a moment more, face flushed from ears to neck just as you liked. She nervously clenched her hands around her flogging rod, once, twice, then three times before joining you.
“You’re more restless than usual. Is something wrong?”
“No,” Nancy answered quickly, pursing her lips. She looked back at you, expression uncertain. “Maybe.” She relented.
“You can tell me anything, Nance.” You reassured, “there’s nothing you can say that will make me think less of you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Did you sell a young girl to Quigley?”
“What? No! Never!” Nancy shouted, appalled.
“Then I think we’re sorted. So, what troubles you?” You picked up your cup and saucer and sipped daintily at your tea. Nancy, for her part, seemed to be partially eased, though admittedly not by much. She took a deep breath and exhaled shakily.
“You keep a journal…”
Ah, yes. That was another game of yours.
“I would barely classify it as such. It’s mostly poems at this point.”
You’d been purposefully leaving it out on the table for her. You’d find excuses to disappear into another room for a while, giving her time alone with temptation. And look she did, the journal always slightly shifted from where you had left it. Not that she would have known how precisely you kept track. But that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that Nancy had a brain and you did little to hide your affections in written word. Many of those poems yearned for her. She knew, just as you wanted her to and there she was ready to confront you over it.
“Yea, well, I read some of it. I know I shouldn’t ‘uv,” she rushed to say, “but I didn’t realize what it was—at first, that is.”
“I’m not upset. If I was that protective of it, the journal wouldn’t leave my bedroom.”
“Maybe… maybe you should be then.” She said quietly. You felt your cheeks warm at her words.
“That bad?” you tried to joke, suddenly and horribly vulnerable.
“No! You write beautifully. It’s just that… unless you’re writing from the perspective of a man,” her voice lowered and her eyes searched for house staff, “you seem to harbor affection for… the womanly.” She grimaced at her own fumbled choice of words.
“My staff already knows, Nance. And they’re paid too well for any of them to care.” You drank deep from your tea, equally relieved and tense. Had she not figured it out? “Is that all you wished to say?”
“Oh… well, yeah.” Okay. Maybe she didn’t know.
“Does it bother you? My affection for women?” Nancy shook her head at that, a small laugh passing through her lips.
“No, I don’t think—“ Nancy cut herself off and assessed her words for a moment. She sheepishly looked back at you. “Not really in a position to judge.”
“We’re kindred spirits, you and I. Most of those poems are about one woman, if you can believe it. She has me quite bewitched.”
“I know the feelin’,” Nancy admitted, eyes distant in thought.
“She has beautiful dark hair, if a bit unkempt.” You smiled, looking at her. “But her eyes, Nance, the most striking blue I’ve ever seen. She makes the sea look green with envy.”
Nancy dipped her head before standing up suddenly. She rapped her knuckles against the table twice and swallowed hard. “I think I should be on my way,” she said, looking rather crestfallen.
“Wait.” You followed her motion and before she could step away, took her hand in yours and reached up with the other to gently cup her face.
“She’s you, Nancy, don’t you understand? I left the journal out for you to read because I wanted you to know.” Nancy kept still, searching your eyes with a look of disbelief etched onto her face. “May I kiss you?” Nancy didn’t answer, didn’t budge—just stood as if she had been caught in the gaze of Medusa herself. You leaned forward, giving her time to respond, to pull away or turn her head but nothing came. Cautiously, you pressed your lips to hers and felt the warmth of her mouth against yours. She exhaled into you as you deepened the kiss, taking her lower lip between yours before, finally, she reciprocated. She tasted of sweat and alcohol, but you didn’t mind. How could you? It was Nancy, after all.
When she pulled away, it was with a hopeful, if shy, smile and a delightfully pink blush painted across her cheeks. “If you must go, I only ask that you don’t stay away long,” you whispered. Nancy dipped her head bashfully and nodded before strolling out of your home and into the afternoon heat. As you watched her leave from the window, you noted that her back never looked so straight.
Sorry to be this person, but I haven't seen many others talking about it and I'm concerned by the positive reception it's recieved.
The Muca/Art Nouveau Gideon and Harrow by Mariellavee that have been doing the rounds on the tlt fandom circuit are very much AI Generated.
Here are the pieces. You may zoom in at your own discretion, but I will post a few especially egregious segments.
Some zoomed in segments:
The smudging, the strange stray lines with no clear human intent behind them, the strange fingers of course, and that one buckle that almost looks to have been generated in the shape of letters.
The "artist" of course does not disclose anywhere in her original post or tags that the work is AI generated, and its clear from the comments and tags that many people are not realizing.
It's clear Mariellavee drew over some parts to modify whatever the original generated piece looked like, but the meat of this piece is heavily ai.
This is not okay. The Locked Tomb is a beautiful piece of art, and the fandom contains so many fantastic and talented fan artists. I don't want to see the community poisoned with this nonsense. Support real artists and real art.
Saw your post from the author who was happy people were using Libby. I'm torn as I understand the author is happy to get the license renewed, but libraries only get 26 loans on a digital license vs 60-80 loans on a physical copy. I love the convenience of digital books, but if taking out the physical copy is better for the library I'm willing to make the trip. Just looking for thoughts from others about it.
It depends on the license agreement the library has and its different for every one. Some renew annually, others renew by X amount of rentals. The library does what is best for them, and the more people use their services the more they can usually argue for more funding.
This is not universal, of course, but most of the librarians I know are ecstatic when people use their services.
Library worker here! PLEASE take advantage of Libby. We have these digital services because people use them. They're critical accessibility aids for many people and mean the library is an option for people who otherwise can't get to a physical location regularly.
Use Libby, visit your library if possible, vote in local elections and attend town council meetings - all of these make material differences to libraries by providing them with increased funding. Never feel guilty for accessing our online services. You're helping your library and so, so, so many people in you community when you use our resources, no matter if they're physical or digital
Please, PLEASE use Libby. OverDrive. Hoopla. CloudLibrary. Kanopy. Flipster. Freegal. Transparent Language. Mango. Jstor. Your library would not offer it if they could not afford it, and we afford things by reporting the number of people who use that service, so if you don't use the service we can't afford it. It's a cycle. Keep it going, keep using it, and we'll keep providing because we'll be able to justify the cost to the bean counters in government.
Girl are you the Hays Code the way you consider media irredeemable if it depicts anything that strays away from the norm you're comfortable with or depicts anything morally questionable without definitively condemning it and anyone associated with it, therefore creating worse stories and content and making it difficult for people to engage with complicated issues from a nuanced and controlled perspective?