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Reblog this post to give soup to queer people
If I'm a queer person rebloging this does that mean i also get soup or is it like a can't have your cake and eat it too situation đ€
If you're queer and reblog this you automatically get soup
soup!!
gay soup
im also queer do i get soup?
Ofc, all queer people get soups !!
Unless you donât like soup, then you get a sammich or something
you know even if a homeless person or a starving person is in that position because of their own "bad decisions" i don't care. it doesn't matter. no supposed financial misstep is enough to condemn someone to homelessness or poverty.
Search and rescue teams do not ask if a hiker was properly equipped and prepared before they go out to look for them. EMTs do not ask if a driver checked their mirrors before they take them to the hospital. Lifeguards do not ask if a swimmer made a mistake by going into a riptide before they dive in after them. Judgement doesn't help anyone, including you, the person doing the judging. Just help people. Just shut the fuck up and help people.
Just shut the fuck up and help people.
(Not mine, found it off the web)
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What people think why i became a bookbinder: Oh she wants to explore her artistic horizon with those pretty leather bound books of hers. She even gives them out as gifts to her friends. It most likely helps her with anxiety or maybe she just wanted a more special costume made notebook.
Why I actually became a bookbinder: I just illegally downloaded and printed out several of my favourite fanfics and books and started binding them into books cuz I love reading them but looking at screens for too long gives me headaches.
op youre fucking big brained oh my god
If you want to i can send you a link to some of the Tutorial videos i started binding my fanfic books.
PLEASE SEND ME THE LINK I WANT TO DO THIS SO BADÂ
PLEASE SEND LINKS OP PLEASE I BEG YOU
@laughuntilourribsgettough @starduststyx upon request: A tutorial playlist for my personal favourite bookbinding methods
Longstitch binding
https://youtu.be/a_LZ-BWhH_Q
2)Japanese Binding
https://youtu.be/j-r6c_trSxY
3) Belgian Binding
https://youtu.be/w-oct9Ttp1g
4) Coptic stitch binding
https://youtu.be/TdHo8NtDOXc
5) Case Bookbinding
https://youtu.be/Av_rU-yOPd4
[First Image Description:
An artwork of someone curled up into a ball, surrounded by a gray soup with carrots and potatoes floating around. Above them is a flame with lots of mouths and bubbles inside it. Above that is someone drowning in it. Text reads, "it is so easy to give up right now. They are trying to drown us in hate and negativity. They want us to be catatonic. A sad potato in their horrific stew."
Second Image Description:
An artwork of a pot tipped over on the grass, stew and a person spilling out of it. There's someone bending down to help them. Text reads, "don't submit to their stew. I am begging you to;" there are four panels positioned as if they're part of the dirt. The first one is of a catgirl and the autism creature standing side by side. Text above them reads, "check in with your friends." The second panel is of two autism creatures looking at each other, hearts surrounding them. Text above them reads, "tell them you care about them." The third panel has someone pulling a witch away from a long scroll that's covered in sad faces while saying, "no more." The witch responds, "nooooo." Text above then reads, "stop doomscrolling. Really. Stop." The fourth and last panel is of someone standing in front of the transgender pride flag. They say, "we will persist." Text above them reads, "be gay. Do crime. Keep existing."
Third Image Description:
An artwork of a witch standing next to three green creatures, looking out at a burning city with tentacles destroying it. Text above them reads, "the future is scary. And things are looking bleak. But none of us have to face this alone. You are not alone. The sun will rise. This too shall pass. We will face this evil together." "You are not alone" and "together" have been underlined for emphasis.
/End I.D.]
This post has soup in it!! Very good.
Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).
Iâm sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.
A couple of years ago I was tidying a rarely-tidied storage space, and found this painting that I bought long pre-transition (and then hid away, and eventually forgot about), because I had been captivated by the beauty of it, and wished dearly that it could be me, and settled for "in another life", and now, it's basically me (if I put my hair up):
...even down to the small boobs and big hands and that dress, and this is what I thought I could never be
@queer-joy-detector
Queer joy detected!
@this-is-trans-joy
This is trans joy!!!
happy pride month!! some aro ace Phantumps to celebrate!
the most disorienting thing thats ever happened to me was when a linguistics major stopped in the middle of our conversation, looked me in the eye, and said, "you have a very interesting vernacular. were you on tumblr in 2014?" and i had to just stand there and process that one for a good ten seconds
#i was in a car with a linguist i had never met before the car trip and like half an hour in he looked at me#after i finished describing a geology thing that was happening out the window and asked if i'd ever spent much time on tumblr#the fuckor of it all#and then we spent six more hours driving#it sure does leave linguistic markers! i'm not sure i'm good with it (tags via @thoughtsformtheuniverse)
it is one thing to be a linguist and another to be a linguist who knows enough of 2010s Tumblr to spot one of its enjoyers
Oh! @meret118 see above comment! The use of the word "enjoyers" instead of "users" or "bloggers" -> You left a comment a while back asking, "Does this just mean vocabulary words? Other than blorbo and sweet cinnamon roll etc, I can't think of what a Tumblr accent would be." I almost never see anyone use the word "enjoyer" anywhere outside of tumblr, but I see it on tumblr fairly frequently.
Another one is the verb "perceive" i.e. "don't perceive me" "I am perceiving" "I am being percieved." That's something that feels very specific to tumblr parlance.
There's the thing where people on tumblr have an emotional reaction to something and instead of, or in addition to telling you how they feel about it using emotion words, they will narrate a fictional action in the present progressive tense. "I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure "I am kissing you on the mouth" "you are going into the soup" "you are getting all of the awards"
I once saw someone use that response format in ... I think it was a restaurant review, or a doordash review, or something like that. It was very unexpected seeing it outside of a tumblr post.
There are a lot of other tumblr linguistic quirks I can't currently remember off the top of my head, but I'll instantly recognize them if I see/hear them outside of tumblr. It's always a bit startling to see them out of context.
when I was in university one of my modules was about internet slang and for our grades project we had to compile and analyse a small database of 100 words used by a specific community of our choice. I chose tumblr and that's how I stumbled across Gretchen McCulloch's research and discovered that yes not only did tumblr have its own vernacular and syntax (as @lierdumoa demonstrates), it was at the time a crucible of slang and memes probably unrivalled by any other part of the internet. and it's stayed that way! even the very title is McCulloch's book because internet is an example of this specific phraseology.
sadly my project is lost due to the website being wiped from the university database after graduation and my then laptop having a major hardware failure. backup your backups people! but the crux of the entire module was that the internet is full of communities using language not only as jargon for specific purpose but also to signal membership in said community. I even wrote a bit about non capitalisation and punctuation useage as a visual cue on tumblr and how including information in the reblog body or the tags indicated different levels of importance or intimacy of thought
I am holding the side of your face and looking deep in your eyes and telling you that love is stored in the syntax, and that we are rotating words together all at once as we all nod at their new and baffling meanings. if the devils sacrament be tumblr then the devils gospel is our collective voice. thanks for coming to my tedtalk
I am being perceived.
@alter-cation
Humanity has finally reached the stars and found out why no one had contacted us. The universe is in a sad state. As such, Doctors without Borders, Red Cross, and many othe charities go intergalactic.
The thing the recruiters donât tell you about space battles is that you die slowly.
Ships donât blow up cleanly in flashes and sparks. Oh, if youâre in the engine room, youâll probably die instantly, but away from that? In the computer core, or the communications hub? You just lose power. And have to sit, air going stale and room slowly cooling, while you wait to find out if the battle is won or lost.
If itâs lost, nobody comes for you.
It had been about half a day (thatâs a Raithar day, probably a bit shorter than yours) and Kvala and I were pretty sure we had lost. Kvala was injured, Traav and I were dehydrated and exhausted, and Louv was dead, hit by shrapnel when the conduits blew.
Most fleets give you something, of course. For Raithari, itâs essence of windgrass. I looked at the vial.
âItâs too soon,â Traav said.
Kvala gestured negation, shakily. She had been burned when conduits blew, and her feathers were charred, and her leftmost eye was bubbly and blind now. Even if we were rescued, she probably wouldnât survive. âYou know weâre losing the war.â
They couldnât deny that. âIt doesnât mean we lost the battle.â
âDoesnât it? The Chreee have better technology. Better resources. And they have their warrior code. They donât care if they die.â
âWe canât give up!â Traav protested. They were young, a young and reckless thar who had listened to a recruiting officer and still believed scraps of what they had been told. âAny heartbeat nowââ
There was a clunk. Something had docked with our fragment of the ship.
âYou see?!â Traav crowed triumphantly.
Kvala exchanged glances with me. The Chreee never bothered to hunt down survivors. What was the point, after all?
The Aushkune did.
There werenât supposed to be Aushkune here. They were supposed to hide in nebulas.
But if there wereâ
If there were, we were too late. The windgrass couldnât possibly destroy our nervous systems in time to stop the corpse-reviving implants, and once you were implanted, it was overâor it would never be over, depending on how you looked at it and whether Aushkune drones were aware of anythingâ
Footsteps.
Bipedal. The Aushkune were supposed to be bipedal.
And then the blast door opened, and a figure stood in it. My first thought was, robot? Thatâs almost worse than Aushkune . . . But no, it was a being in some sort of suit.
Who wore suits?
âFriendly contact,â the suitâs sound system blared, as the being moved over to Kvala. âUrgent treatment. Evacuation.â
âWho are you?â Kvala struggled upright.
Despite the primitive suit, the blocky being was using up-to-date medical scanners. âLow frequency right angle shape,â it explainedâor maybe didnât explain. Two more figures came into the room and put Kvala firmly onto a stretcher.
âYouâre with the Chreee, arenât you?â Kvala was not at all happy to be on a stretcher.
âNot Chreee,â the sound system said. âYou Man. Soil Starship Nichols.â The being hesitated. âRescue Chreee as well. On ship. Will separate.â
âYou what?â I said faintly. Who would do that?
âOath,â the being explained.
âWhat kind of oath? To what deity?â
The shoulders of the being moved up and down. âSeveral different. Also none. For me, none. Justâoath.â
I exchanged glances with Traav, who looked as unsettled as I was. I had never, ever heard of groups cooperating when they couldnât even swear to or by the same power.
The being scanned me. âHave water,â it said. âRecommend.â
Raithari have fast metabolisms. I couldâwouldâdie of thirst quickly, and painfully.
âWhere will you take us,â Traav asked, âafter you give us water?â
âRaithari to Raithar. Chreee to Chreeeholm.â
âChreeeholm would kill them for failing,â Traav remarked.
The being hesitated, and then said, âWar news sometimes bad. Sometimes lie.â
We had learned long ago not to believe the recruiting officers, but what did that have to do with anything?
âAnd youâwhat?â I asked. âJust fly around looking for battles and rescuing victims?â
The being seemed to consider this. âBest invention of soil,â it said finally.
Most of what it was saying didnât make any sense. Did it worship soil? But it had said that it had sworn to no deity . . .
Madness.
On the other handâwar was a deliberate, rational act by deliberate, rational people, and I wanted no more of it. So why not embrace madness and see what happened?
âSoil StarshipâRrikkol?â I asked, stumbling over the word.
âYes. Soil Starship Nichols.â
I followed the being in the suit.
Took me well over a minute to realize "low frequency right angle shape" was Red Cross.
This whole thing is brilliant with translation stuff.
Me: "Damn people are REALLY BAD at knowing when to tag their eyestrain art/images...either that or they just don't care about photosenitive epileptic people like me. I feel really sad now." Person: "But Allison, what if they just don't know or understand what qualifies as eyestrain and what doesn't?" Me: "You know what? That could be a factor...While it is always better to be safe rather than sorry (so YES people should always tag eyestrain even if they're unsure if it "counts" or not) maybe you've got a point?"
Anyways! HERE'S YOUR HANDY GUIDE TO WHAT CAN COUNT AS EYESTRAIN! I'm pulling this straight from the Artfight rules page about what needs to be labeled and filtered as eyestrain because it's VERY helpful and VERY accurate! I also know not everybody has an AF account and might not always have access to this handy guide, and this is an important resource; That's why I'm sharing it here! (under the cut)
PLEASE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!!! THIS IS ABOUT THE HEALTH AND SAFETY OF OTHERS!!!
does anyone have a link to that infographic that explains how accessibility can help everyone at all levels of disability? like one row showed how a person missing an arm, and a new mother with one arm occupied with a baby, can both benefit from accessibility even though one situation is permanent and the other is temporary. i reblogged it a while ago but tumblr is refusing to let me find it again
I gottchu (I think...) Is it this one from the Microsoft Inclusive Design toolkit?
As fun as it is to hate on Microsoft, the whole toolkit doc is actually very good!
Redraw!
Of a one off comic @zakubabbles made a while agođ
The builder really needs to take better care of herselfđ„Č
For a city to be walkable. It must also be sittable.
#every time I read this phrase the same thing happens#I read it as shittable and go wait that can't be right#oh right they were talking about public benches that makes more sense#but public bathrooms available without fees should also be a thing tho#cities should definitely be shittable#it happens EVERY SINGLE TIME
it must also be shittable
Happy Walpurgis Night
