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this pride month I'm gonna need everyone to be radically pro transgender and also pro intersex and also pro ace and aro spec peoples thanks
this pride month I'm gonna need everyone to be radically pro transgender and also pro intersex and also pro ace and aro spec peoples thanks
My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying
Well-to-do finance manager with tidy shoes: "Why hello, sweetheart. Can you say 'hi'? Aren't you cute. Are you on a trip with your mom?"
4 year old me: why must we do this
Fantastic old woman in the leopard print coat: "Why yes, my tooth IS real silver! Nobody ever asks me that. Do you like cats?"
4 year old me, suddenly paying attention: Finally, A Person Of Intellect
Eating when I need food (body hungry, requesting nutrients) and I want it: FUCK yeah this ROCKS
Eating when I don’t need food but I want it: This is okay I’m probably having some small delectable treat. As long as I’m not overeating to discomfort this will be enjoyable.
Eating when I don’t need food and I don’t want it: *This is something that some misled parents and caregivers impose and doesn’t apply to me as an abled adult*
Eating when I need food but I don’t want it (maybe sick/nauseous/menstruating, body signals confused, exhausted, waited too long to eat, preferred foods not available, etc.): The Trials and Tribulations of Maintaining This Mortal Flesh Could Never be Comprehended by Any Machine. I Am Burdened with the Unsought for and Unending Task of Providing for a Creature of Meat for my Comprehension to Inhabit. and actually after that banana I am feeling a little better.
People in my notes of my youth liberation post keep asking me if I think kids should be allowed in bars, and it's driving me up the wall for two main reasons:
1. My original post was talking about the ways I watched my mother get harassed for bringing toddlers to *the grocery store.* Jumping to "omg so you think kids should be allowed in BARS?!" is a hell of a stretch.
2. If you have to be 18 or 21 to get into a bar/club, duh, that's not a place for kids. They check ID at the door for a reason. But not every bar is like that. My favorite local bar is actually a brewery and family pub with board games and big tables for game nights. They host food trucks and have a nice outdoor seating area. I have been up there for multiple community events that welcome kids and families. I have literally held a toddler at the pub while their mama got herself a glass of cider from the bar as an "I just stopped breastfeeding and can have a drink again" treat. Family-friendly establishments that also serve alcohol are, like, 100% a thing. Hell, *Applebee's* has both a kids' menu and an alcohol menu.
everyone tells me that ADHD isn't an excuse for being lazy and that there are people with ADHD who have overcome their symptoms and are successful but every day I drag around an invisible dopplegänger of myself who is horrible and listless and always complains. and he is so heavy. I'm ambitious and I'm passionate but he isn't and the problem is that to get anywhere in life I have to grab him by the leg and pull him along the whole way, kicking and screaming, and sometimes it gets exhausting. sometimes he pulls me down with him. and it gets a bit difficult to explain to people why I'm lying down on the floor in pain when they can't see him.
This is genuinely one of the best descriptions of what it feels like to live with adhd.
I often think of it as if one half of my brain is a toddler who doesn’t want to do anything but play with whatever’s in front of them and doesn’t want to stop that to even eat or pee. I have to be very intentional about bribing or redirecting my Mental Toddler to do what we have to do, but it doesn’t always work. Sometimes they throw an absolute fit and refuse. And anyone who knows kids knows you have to take the time and work with them. You can drag them kicking and screaming, and yeah, sometimes you have to do that too. But very sparingly, because it’s miserable and traumatic for everyone involved.
But like op said, no one sees the toddler. They just see me sitting on the couch, staring at the wall or my phone.
everyone tells me that ADHD isn't an excuse for being lazy and that there are people with ADHD who have overcome their symptoms and are successful but every day I drag around an invisible dopplegänger of myself who is horrible and listless and always complains. and he is so heavy. I'm ambitious and I'm passionate but he isn't and the problem is that to get anywhere in life I have to grab him by the leg and pull him along the whole way, kicking and screaming, and sometimes it gets exhausting. sometimes he pulls me down with him. and it gets a bit difficult to explain to people why I'm lying down on the floor in pain when they can't see him.
This is genuinely one of the best descriptions of what it feels like to live with adhd.
I often think of it as if one half of my brain is a toddler who doesn’t want to do anything but play with whatever’s in front of them and doesn’t want to stop that to even eat or pee. I have to be very intentional about bribing or redirecting my Mental Toddler to do what we have to do, but it doesn’t always work. Sometimes they throw an absolute fit and refuse. And anyone who knows kids knows you have to take the time and work with them. You can drag them kicking and screaming, and yeah, sometimes you have to do that too. But very sparingly, because it’s miserable and traumatic for everyone involved.
But like op said, no one sees the toddler. They just see me sitting on the couch, staring at the wall or my phone.
it's a shame that the trope of a character who looks 12 but is actually 300 years old is usually just used for ick fanservice because on a paper i think the psychology of a person stuck in permanent childhood has a lot of interesting story potential. unfortunately i would not trust a fandom with that character with a 100ft pole.
it's a shame that the trope of a character who looks 12 but is actually 300 years old is usually just used for ick fanservice because on a paper i think the psychology of a person stuck in permanent childhood has a lot of interesting story potential. unfortunately i would not trust a fandom with that character with a 100ft pole.
it’s funny bc I think I have a lot to learn, with blindspots that I’m still trying to fill in by reading more and talking to people etc, but when I’m hanging around certain family members I suddenly become The Wokest Person Alive just by merit of having made some attempt to not be shitty. and this isn’t level 3 discourse like “conflating submissiveness with a preference for bottoming is misogynistic”, it’s basic shit like “no, health is not a state of mind, and sick people are sick for reasons beyond bad attitude,” and “no, you should not loudly talk about how shocked you were that a Nigerian man was at grandma’s funeral,” and “please don’t say that about Jewish people,” and so on.
and usually they are willing to listen when I talk about this stuff, so there is a benefit to me being there, but holy crap is it a tonal shift going from online to real life.
I just realized that many many people have jobs
Rb with your job, wtf do you people do while offline???
sexism in medicine kills people. racism in medicine kills people. fatphobia in medicine kills people. queerphobia in medicine kills people. classism in medicine kills people. ableism in medicine kills people.
do not downplay people’s fears about being mistreated because they are a part of a marginalised group. it is a matter of life and death and you should be angry about it.
Tumblr did not “Goncharov” Poob. Poob is Glupp Shittoing Tubi/Pluto/Roku Channel/Hulu/etc.
none of these words are in the bible. or the dictionary, for that matter.
#While this is a joke#For the etymologists out there#Tumblr did not “goncharov” poob#translation: Tumblr is not making a fictitious thing called poob that we insist is real#Poob is glup shittoing (streaming services)#Translation: Poob is now a generic name for whatever streaming platform is out there when you don't feel like naming something specifically
Etymologists are on Tumblr for the same reason Primatologists are out in the jungle: It's where the Monkeys are.
A YA romantasy writer filed suit against another writer for copyright infringement, and as is always the case with these things, she padded her claims with delusionally spurious examples. The judge issued a 160-page ruling against the plaintiff where you can tell from the start how resentful they (or whatever clerk actually did the work) are to have been forced by duty to have read the works in question.
[ID: Excerpts from the court documents.
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IV. The Works The Court has personally read every word of the four Wolff books and the six Freeman drafts and nine sets of notes at issue in this case. That was a lot of reading. Each of Freeman’s first five drafts is approximately 450 double spaced pages long. The sixth (Masqued 2016) is 108 pages long; it appears to be incomplete. There are approximately 55 additional pages of notes, variously single and double spaced. Each of Wolff’s four novels is about 650 pages long, but that number is highly misleading because, with each successive volume, the print and the margins on each page get smaller and the line spacing gets closer. When Wo l ff’s works are normed for changes in print and margin sizes, they easily exceed 3000 pages – which means the Court has read upwards of 6000 pages of romantasy fiction.
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into a draft of her novel – mentions in passing that “Ian and Sasha” (characters who were never written into any draft of her novel) live on a “large compound like a castle.” Dkt. No. 397-9 at 5. Likewise, the notion that Katmere is substantially similar to the “Old-World European chateau” in which the MacKays live, simply because “chateau” is the French word for “castle,” borders on the frivolous. No building in any of Freeman’s drafts looks or feels remotely like the ancient dragon’s lair in the Alaskan wilderness that is Katmere Academy. This is a motif we will encounter again and again as we examine the factors that play into the “total look and feel” of these two sets of works.
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Ash/Roman and Jaxon, the heroines’ boyfriends, are also quite different. Though Freeman characterizes both romantic leads as “wild,” “sexy,” “beautiful,” “smoking hot,” “gorgeous” and “dangerous,” Dkt. No. 543-1 at 27–28, hot, sexy, dangerous boys – central to virtually all young adult romance novels – cannot be copyrighted. The Viking Ash/Roman has rosy cheeks and sun-
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f. Total Concept and Feel And so, having discussed individually the various elements of substantial similarity, we come to the ultimate test – could the more discerning ordinary reader conclude that, despite their many differences, the aesthetic appeal of Freeman’s work and Wolff’s is the same?See Gaito, 602 F.3d at 66. The answer is no. No trier of fact could plausibly find that a more discerning ordinary observer “would recognize the alleged copy as having been appropriated from the copyrighted work.” Knitwaves, 71 F.3d at 1001 (citation omitted). Therefore, the works are not substantially similar as a matter of law.
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Freeman contends that the works are substantially similar because both take place in a high school in Alaska. Alaska is a place known to the public, so setting a novel in Alaska is not copyrightable. Neither is setting a novel about teenagers in a high school.
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A handsome, sun-kissed New Boy arrives at school on a motorcycle with a gorgeous girl in tow – his sister. He pays attention to our heroine in their shared classes, one of which is taught 11 by his parents, who are archaeologists. The parents, the boy, and his sister are shapeshifting paranormal creatures and members of an ancient order. They are in Anchorage searching for objects that were supposedly cursed by a Celtic Druid and subsequently brought to Alaska from New Zealand by Captain James Cook. Mean Girl Taylor – beautiful and popular with all the boys – announces that she wants New Boy to be her next boyfriend, but New Boy expresses no interest in her. New Boy drives the heroine home on his motorcycle, to the consternation of her mother. Because her mother will not talk to her about such matters, the heroine discusses her family’s past and her own future with her aunt, who is a witch and a veterinarian. The heroine casts a Tarot reading about New Boy; the cards come to life and she tries to interpret the resulting vision, which involves a maiden, two knights, wolves, a cup, a flower, and (in some versions) a dagger. A month passes, during which our heroine and New Boy have minimal contact. Our heroine is rescued from having to each lunch alone by her long-time biracial male friend – the Class President, whom the heroine alone knows is gay – and his friends. The heroine begins to develop mysterious markings on her neck and spine, which her aunt hides with a salve that makes them disappear. New Boy asks the heroine to meet him at a school dance, which she attends with her gay friend and three of his pals; she is dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. Mean Girl Taylor makes sure that our heroine overhears her talking about her “date” with New Boy, and our heroine is bereft. She leaves the dance and goes outside. New Boy follows. After New Boy explains that he was not on a date with Mean Girl Taylor, our heroine and New Boy enjoy their first romantic moment outside the school under the Northern Lights.
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Moreover, Freeman cannot prevail on a theory of fragmented literal similarity because the “literal” similarities to which she points are simply ordinary words or common phrases that any author is free to use. Examples of fragmented literal similarity identified by Freeman include Wo l ff’s use of the following phrases: “things that go bump in the night,” “pang of disappointment,” “my stomach is roiling,” “he gives me a knowing look,” “grab my backpack and head out,” “everything is going to be okay,” “my blood freezes in my veins,” “the whooshing sound,” “tears streaming down my cheeks,” “I’m so sorry this happened,” “I don’t have a clue,” “I feel exactly the same way,” “harder than I thought it would be,” “and to hell with the consequences,” “and that’s when it hits me,” “kisses the top of my head,” and “like a sack of potatoes.” See Dkt. Nos. 276-34; 276-53; 276-54; 276-56. Arguing that the use of these common phrases demonstrates substantial similarity trivializes copyright law.
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Freeman also suggests that the heroines share “parallel, specific lifestyle details.” Id. at 26. For example, she says that the heroines’ favorite food comes from a local Mexican restaurant, and they often drink tea. The heroine also “ducks her head down” when she is uncomfortable, loves homemade chocolate chip cookies, and eats apples and yogurt at school. Id. Putting aside that a shared love of Mexican food or tea is not borne out in the works themselves (Grace’s favorite food is Pop Tarts – although she does like tacos, as do many teenaged girls – and while she may drink tea on occasion, she much prefers Dr. Pepper), these alleged similarities are both unprotectable and nothing more than random, minute details that do nothing 52 to address the question of whether the characters themselves are substantially similar. Moreover, there is no “local Mexican restaurant” in Crave – there is not a restaurant anywhere close to Katmere. When Grace eats tacos, it is at a stall in a marketplace in a prison in New Orleans or when Jaxon brings her favorite street tacos from her hometown in San Diego – not in a local Mexican restaurant.
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(footnote 18) It should come as no surprise that Alistair has grey eyes. He is, after all, a gargoyle – a creature made of stone. Interestingly, in his magical gargoyle form his eyes are red, not grey.
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In connection with her original motion for summary judgment, Plaintiff’s counsel listed hundreds of additional points of purported similarity between Freeman’s drafts and the Crave 65 novels. See Dkt. Nos. 276-34; 276-44 through 276-56. But virtually all of the similarities Freeman identifies in these lists are either tropes/scènes à faire, similarities based on the shared use of ordinary words and common phrases, or trivial details that have no bearing on the total concept and overall feel of the works. Freeman’s lists, for example, include such things as both works mentioning Hawaii and both heroines grabbing an apple between classes – as well as the fact that both novels featured the phrase “Well, well, well.” Dkt. No. 276-3 at 98. End ID]
> medical problem > unsure if it's serious or will go away on its own > sees a doctor to be sure > "why the fuck are you here. this is nothing. it will go away on its own"
> medical problem > unsure if it's serious or will go away on its own > decide to wait to not overreact > problem remains > sees doctor with concrete problem after all > "why did you wait so long. we could have done something if you had come immediately"
Plot twist: It's the exact same medical problem and you're a woman.
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Here’s HSTHETE, the 24 hour comic I drew this year! Thanks to everybody who followed along on twitter this weekend as I posted these pages <3
PS: if you liked this, there’s a whole book of these comics available now!
I’m reblogging this 7-year-old comic of mine because, not only is it somehow still circulating, it just passed 400,000 notes??? Thank you, several hundred thousand internet strangers, for keepin’ this ol’ goat girl goin’ so long
(Also hi, I’m still making fairy-tale-flavored lesbian romance comics and have a new one coming out very soon…)