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Hit those books and smash that assignment.
We’re gonna get down and dirty with literature!
Fuck yeah~
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since you're back... can I have my 20 bucks back?
which i've kindly let you borrow rather than reporting you to dream for stealing.
When Rabbit Howls by The Troops for Truddi Chase
Similar scenario as An Unkindness of Ghosts, its an amazing book but I’m not in a good enough headspace to read it.
If any of y’all want to learn about dissociative identity disorders in the context of story, it is amazing!
Definitely read the introduction so you know what you’re in for and google trigger warnings if you can. It is not for the faint of heart but dude… so damn good.
Also, just learning about other mental health conditions and how people cope makes it far easier to empathize with people too.
Specifically, the Troops are a system. They’d fall under Dissasociative Personality Disorder (prev called Multiple Personality Disorder). From how it’s framed in a story, very descriptive with lots of the Troops thoughts put into it, I have a feeling that those with OSDD Type 1 would also be able to relate to some of the experiences too (multiplicity elements, less the amnesia).
Cool read, though, a very difficult one. A significant amount of it is set in a therapy session or describing recordings of past sessions. A good handful the Troops go int being SA by a parental figure so yeah… read with extra caution.
I hope to finish it someday but for now, it’s going back on the bookshelf. Some books are marathons rather than sprints.
An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon
Such a wonderful book! I love the world building, how the mystery with Aster’s mother plays out and basically all of the character interactions add to make such a wonderful story.
Unfortunately, I appear to be a bit of a more squemish with the subject matter than I thought.
It has elements of slavery, plantation life mixed with the threats of guards with no supervisions that cause various kinds of bodily harm to characters. There’s implied SA even if it isn’t described in detail (i stopped at around pg180).
I so badly want to finish reading but yeah… I’m not in the right headspace to do it.
I hope this story gets much love since it is AMAZING. I haven’t read many stories set in the future on space ships that deal a reality if racism persisted so it was a cool read. Plus, obviously Aster uncovering the mystery of her mother, the codes she deciphers with the help of her friend Giselle…
Before I forget, Giselle, by far, my favorite character besides Aster.
1. Kick ass
2. Interesting personality
3. Good contrast how she reacts under pressure as a foil to Aster.
That’s all! Bye!
they were so funny for this
MARK THE DAMN DATE
OH MY GOD
“Congrats lil buddy that’s the worst anyones ever done it” gets me every time
full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009
remember when writers had to be all like: “omg omg lemon starts HERE” y’all are lucky that ao3 has tags and filters you can set
Sometimes shit was marked “lemon” and it’d just be them making out, and sometimes they’d just start pissing on each other
No rules, no laws, you took your life into your hands opening fics
A/N: this contains SLASH, that means TWO MEN, if that makes you uncomfy, DON’T READ!
A/N: please don’t sue me, o anime overlords, I’m not making any money off of this! I’m just a broke student! I don’t have any money!
A/N: I totally wrote this while high off 10 Red Bulls wheeeeeee!!!!!
A/N: COMMENT if you want me to continue the next chappy!!!
No, no, no
remember when there’d be interactions with the author and the characters?
InuYasha: I don’t get why I have to be here for this
A/N: Because it was in your contract!!1!1 *revs chainsaw*
god those were lawless times.
…I’m fucking SWEATING
this is literally giving me flashbacks
“In [Frederick Hauser’s] speech to the Guard’s remaining members, preserved forever in a phonograph cylinfer, Hauser explained that Tarlandeds came from the Realm of Chaos — the workd that existed before the Heavens overriled it, replaced nonsense with divine structure. Their demon forms could not conform to the Holy Order set forth by the Heavens.
(Aster knew he referred to what the Surgeon once called hereditary suprarenal dysregula. Due to a broad range of hormonal disturbances, Tarlander bodies did not always present as clearly male and female as the Guard supposed they ought. This explained Aster’s hairiness and musclar build despite being born without the external organs that produced testosterone.)
pg 19 Ch2, An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon
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Not only do the Tarlanders present in a quasi intersex fashion but depending on the deck of Matilda the children are refused to in a different fashion pronoun wise. For instance, on Aster’s deck, their default pronoun is she while on Flicker’s deck, it’s they.
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I keep getting people asking about bowling on this post so I’m just gonna repost this drawing I made on Twitter
How did her grandmother fill 4 vases?
She was a very large woman. Easily 12 feet tall.
then why the heck is her family not tall too?!?!
Pop-pop was very small so it canceled out.
This was originally part of its own post, but I figured I should add it here so all the Bawling/Balling/Bowling family lore can be in one place, sorry if you’ve seen it before.
So 12-foot-tall Grandma was actually a star basketball player back in the 70s for a very brief period of time– her career as a professional athlete only lasted between October and December of 1972.
The reason for this was because John Basketball, the inventor of the sport, realized that the WNBA had not yet been established, so he asked her to please sit out until the Basketball Elders got a chance to make a space in the sport for women. Grandma thought this was pretty bullshit, but she decided to leave the NBA anyway because nobody could keep up with her balling, and the sport had lost its novelty.
After she settled down in her new-but-less-exciting career as an astronaut, she met Pop-pop on the moon. It turns out that he had been a big fan of her and had recorded all her matches on U-matic, and had fallen in love with the sport.
Anyway things happened, the two fell in love and got married, and Grandma and Pop-pop had a beautiful family together. She became especially close with one of her granddaughters, Ballin’ Jessie, who inherited her propensity for basketball. The two would often dunk hoops with each other, and developed trash-talk as their love language.
Pop-pop also had an interest in the sport, but his height had made it difficult for him to keep up with the others. In fact, he had actually lost about a foot in height as a result of being compressed by Earth’s stronger gravitational pull. Despite this, Pop-pop was never really bothered by this because of his exceptional love for Grandma, who was always more than happy to lend him a helping hand.
i lowkey ship tumblr ♠ twitter now
the twitter users are coming QUICK post twitblr yaoi
I have never made art faster in my life
it’s because they’re divorced
Man this goes hard feel free to screenshot 💔😰💔💔😰
The mods are asleep, post Tumblr x Twitter art
Okay okay but this is fascinating because it's such a visceral example of how mythology works.
Most characters in mythologies are personifications of concepts, or embody some natural phenomenon - like the story of Hades and Persephone is there to explain why the seasons change, Persephone being spring, Demeter - summer, and the absence of them both resulting in death (Hade's domain) and winter, and so we can't have Persephone stay in underworld all year round or have Demeter steal her back to earth permanently, otherwise they myth would lose its core function.
Interpreting the myth without the lense of the natural phenomena that it explains would make it lose an integral part of itself, and therefore make the plot and characters seem strange or unnatural. Why does Demeter hate Hades so much, seeing how so many mothers are okay with Zeus doing atrocious things to their offspring just because he's Zeus? Does Persephone actually want to stay or not? What's with the bizarre arrangement?
Most modern interpretations strip myths of their natural contexts, making them character-driven instead of phenomena-driven, which just makes them land differently - they can still be fine stories, just not myths, not is the traditional sense.
And now we get to this beauty. This is absolutely a myth, the most classical kind. The relationship between characters, who are personifications of objects, phenomena or concepts (in this case, online platforms) used as an intuitively understood metaphor for an event (the demise of Twitter and the Tumblr userbase being unwilling to accept Twitter's userbase).
It's a story that can work as a so-called "explanation myths". We have seasons because Persephone spends half a yesterday underworld and half a year with her mother. We don't like Twitter because the Twitter God and Tumblr God broke up. Ladies and gents and other assorted respectables, we here are witnessing the creation of a perfect modern myth.
Okay but which of them took the shoelaces in the divorce?
I thought about it way more than a non-feverish me would, and I've come to the conclusion:
The modern myth that is The Divorce of Tumblr and Twitter carries the themes of regression, corruption and downfall. Some of Twitter userbase used to be part of Tumblr userbase, but they left and changed (corruption). Now that Twitter is becoming uninhabitable (downfall), people are trying to return to Tumblr (regression, possible downfall of Tumblr), and to keep them off Tumblr is returning to its old cringe self (regression).
So, if we are to follow the themes, the logical conclusion would be to send the shoelaces back to the president.
This is the fastest I've ever written I think
There once lived a young man, handsome as daylight, bright and strong. He was known as Twitter, beloved by the people, a favorite of the gods. His chosen companion, Tumblr, was not dear to the people or the gods. He, a traveling storyteller, preferred solitude. His tales were strange and often unpleasant to the ears, but enchanting in their vulgarity.
One day, Tumblr's patron goddess, Yahoo, enraged by his vulgar words, put a curse on him. He was not to utter vulgarities, speak of the pleasures of the flesh. His stories of lycanthrope companions were lost to the sands of time, and with them, his last listeners turned away from him.
Twitter watched others laugh at his beloved, turn him away from their doors, and a dark thought settled over him. He was perfect in every way, his only fault was the affiliation with the cursed taleweaver. And so, little by little, they drifted apart.
In his travels, Tumblr stumbled into the temple of Apollo, who bestowed upon him the gift of prophecy. He made acquaintance with the trifecta of wise temple maidens who induced visions through hallucinogenic incense. His stories changed, still bizarre and often vulgar, but at times full of wonder and truth.
At that time, Twitter enjoyed all the luxuries of the mortal world. He was the companion of kings, wealthy merchants, legendary heroes, wise philosophers.
One day, a man richer than rich, richer than the God of wealth, went to the senate of directors and asked to buy the most precious thing in the entire polis.
The senate thought long and hard, and said: "do you wish for our finest singer, the most sweet-voiced of the land, Spotifia? I am afraid I cannot part with her. "
"No, " said the rich man, his voice cold and harsh, "I said I have come to buy your most precious thing."
"Have you come for our gambler, the chosen of the god of luck, MAXimil? They earn us more riches than you can offer. I shall not part with them. "
"No," the rich man repeated, "I have come to buy your most precious thing. I have come for Twitter."
The senators laughed, then, for they knew this must be a joke. Twitter was too beloved by the gods to be owned as a servant. But the rich man did not smile. He offered money, then more and more still. As the goddess of hubris clouded his mind, he offered more money than he could afford to spend, more than the senate could afford to refuse, for it was enough gold to form armies five times the size of their polis.
And so Twitter, the proud Twitter, the untouchable Twitter who laughed at kings and scholars alike, became a servant.
As he was put onto a gilded ship to be sailed off to the rich man's land, he prayed to the gods that granted him beauty and strength and a sharp tongue, but none answered. His cruelty and vanity made them turn away, and he was too full of his power to notice.
Finally, the young man remembered one more name. He called for Tumblr, his forgotten companion.
First time he called, the birds took off and flew in all directions. Second time he called, the animals fled in fear. Gathering all the strength he had, he called a third time.
His call shook the earth and the skies, and in an instant, Apollo's taleweaver stood on the shore.
Twitter cried in relief. "My love!" he called, "save me! Save me, and I shall be yours for the eternity to come. I shall bask you in glory and riches. I shall make the people love you."
Tumblr looked at the rich old man, at the gilded ship, gilded chains, at the other slaves that were meant to please the rich man during his trip, dressed in the finest clothes fit for kings and immortals.
"You'll like your new life, dear. " said Tumblr. "You are idle: he shan't make you do much. You are prideful: he shall treat you like a god. You are vain, and so you might fear you might be forgotten, one servant among many. Fear not," he smiled. "I shall sing a song of us."
I AM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT BEAST I WOULD CREATE WITH THE DIVORCE THING OH MY GOSH
Okay but adding onto this because I think its interesting: myths like these tend to also come with morals or lessons to take away. (The story of Icarus for example, or the story of Oedipus)
I think there's multiple morals that one can take from what Writing-is-a-martial-art made! so, here's a list of some of the morals someone could take away from this:
Love (or trust) is earned, not given
This one because, when Twitter was on the boat, calling out for Tumblr, he was so used to love being given to him on a silver tray that he even expected it from the person he wronged (debatably) most of all.
The rich and beautiful are no better than the poor and destitute
Speaks for itself, really. Twitter believed he was superior to Tumblr because of his beauty and his connections with the rich and famous, but, when Tumblr could've saved Twitter, Twitter's riches meant nothing. Tumblr, for the most part, was happier without such things. What Tumblr did subsequently proved was that Twitter was not a god, not a blessing, but just a man.
Being yourself will attract people who like you
On the other side of the coin, you could take something away from Tumblr's side of the story. Yes, they were cursed and ridiculed, but that did not stop them from continuing to be themself. they continued to sing their songs, to tell their stories, to speak of earthly pleasures and feelings despite their situation. Unlike their past-lover, they were poor and hated, but that didn't matter to them. It wouldn't matter to Tumblr if they were living in the depths of Hades, or on mount Olympus, because they were happy. This, in turn, lead them to the temple of Apollo, where they befriended the trifecta of temple maidens. The point is, is that Apollo and the maidens didn't like Tumblr for their riches-- they had none. they liked tumblr for who they were, for their passion and creativity.
you can probably tell that the last one probably has the most evidence for it.
anyways i'm now gonna go think up some more stories about social media platforms because this is fun
(like?? what if steam had a story? what if there was a story based off of all those tumblr scams? the possibilities are endless!)
The Tumblr x Twitter Myth
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I am going to… like.. literally EXPLODE!!!
I justed finished Kingdom of Flesh and Fire and like dude…
DUDE!!!!
It was like so totally fucking awesome. Just like.. the way the final scene unfolded and the battle and how Cas and Poppy’s love unfolded TvT plus all that supernatural shit… like..
Fuck! It’s just AMAZING! Like the best fucking movie.
I still get hung up on some of the length expositioning of thoughts sometimes but when Armentrout gets it right… *chefs kiss* they nail it.
Fucking beautiful, that’s all I got to say
My brows snapped togetherr. “That sounds like a very dysfunctional… engagement.”
“You can’t spell dysfunctional without fun, now can you.” [said Casteel]
pg257 of Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by J L Armentrout
I love how this got progressively kinkier in the second book. First book had me totally fooled until the last 50-60 pages that it was vanilla through and through.
Ahhh… I love how the second book doubles down.
Literally she elbowed him in the gut like a fifty words before this lol
“Hob ignored it. Hares are beneath his dignity.”
pg 11 of What Moves The Dead by T Kingfisher
INVADER ZIM : LOST FOOTAGE Red is on the right (like your right, on Bob’s side) and Purp’s on the left
“I want a ring,” I announced. “I want an obscenely big one like I’ve seen some of the wives of wealthy merchants have. Their diamonds are so large they look like they should weigh down their hands.”
[Casteel] angled his body toward me. “I will find you a diamond so big it will enter the room before you do.”
“Good.” It took me a moment to realize I was smiling.
pg 142 of Chapter 11, Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Jennifer L Armentrout
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Say what you will about the seeming infinite explanations for things but their dialogue is to die for.
Between Poppy trying to stab or fantasize about stabing Cas and then them legitimately having conversation but also jokey ones, it’s so well writing my lovely joys. XD
I waited between 1-2 months for this damn book to get through 3 previous holds at the library and it does not disapoint, let me tell you that!
It is magnificent.
I can’t believe I watched that whole thing. Smh. That’s how I know I am.
where are the notes
we fucking broke it, guys
another for the tumblr history books
wait wait what
the notes are broken!
hmmmmmm
that’s uh
that’s
interesting.
@hellsite-hall-of-fame do you have this one?
oh wow an ancient post from the depths of 2011
Collect my posts with broken notes
Ah, another broken post. How do these even happen?