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@kindredoctobers writing challenge: write something new every day using my costar as a prompt.
my writing challenge for myself: time myself and whatever i have written in half an hour i will reblog from this post every day whether it's finished or not ?? we shall see how it goes...
for some reason the alt queer anarchy vibe IS mysterious and eclectic during this place and time of pleated pants and fascism and working retail at a clean girl storeâŚ
can i be honest i miss the NYC pride parades can i be honest i miss how loudly they go âŚ
intermezzo by sally rooney made me rethink everything <3 yes i read it 6 months ago idgaf
are u ever almost asleep and then the most insane inspiration hits u and u must write for hours and hours even tho u have work and a very full day tomorrow but u literally cannot control when the urge to write hits u. oh no what if my brain is konstantin-ing like konstantin from the seagull. WRITE !!!!!!
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in 2026 letâs start actually noticing and taking seriously the true scale and impact of jkrs transmisogyny and how sheâs been funneling decades of royalties and ip owner cash directly into anti trans lobbying thats been making the uk hell while gradually worsening conditions elsewhere through impacting the zeitgeist
just had the most crazy insane chat about art and motivation and had a lot of realizations about self doubt and art and i donât know ! there are so many options
There is a woman who works sort of adjacent to me who i serendipitously know from a previous unrelated job and she is actually so beautiful and kind i freak out in front of her . She was getting a kid from a classroom i was in today and i was torn bw staring at her and occasionally smiling whenever we caught eyes or hiding in the corner so she couldnât see me and it is so silly but also really delightful to feel a sort of basic uncomplicated attraction to someone that it makes me act stupid
I spent like 7 minutes trying to remember how to reblog something. this is yeah.
I can't explain in full but I've just received a sign from the universe.
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Copyright class actions could financially ruin AI industry, trade groups say.
AI industry groups are urging an appeals court to block what they say is the largest copyright class action ever certified. Theyâve warned that a single lawsuit raised by three authors over Anthropicâs AI training now threatens to âfinancially ruinâ the entire AI industry if up to 7 million claimants end up joining the litigation and forcing a settlement.
wellâŚdarn
like to charge reblog to cast financial ruin of the AI industry đŽ
originally posted August 8th, 2025.
Authors have until March 30th, 2026 (That is just 9 days as of this reblog, which I am posting on March 21st, 2026) to file their claim against Anthropic to be reimbursed up to $3,000 per work found in the list.
Updated February 18, 2026 IMPORTANT: The Claims Deadline Is March 30 Background Bartz v. Anthropic is one of the major copyright lawsuits b
Please click the above link for all of the exact details of how to file a claim and to check for your works, and share this post as far and wide as you can before March 30th, 2026!
!!!SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!!!
just started Dickinson after 6 years of not having Apple TV. love it. took me a real hot second to be like yes they r allowed to say 'bruh.' but I have made my peace with it. also Louisa may Alcott's characterization is hilarious.
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@kindredoctobers writing challenge: write something new every day using my costar as a prompt.
my writing challenge for myself: time myself and whatever i have written in half an hour i will reblog from this post every day whether it's finished or not ?? we shall see how it goes...
âIâm giving her two weeks to ask us to go no-contact,â Arjun said into the phone.
His voice sounded casualâtoo casual, Wyatt knew. Arjun had sounded like this when his mother had accidentally reset the family laptop to factory settings and deleted yearsâ worth of photo albumsââNo, itâs fine, itâs good, even! I was never looking at them anyway. I didnât need to remember my seventh birthday or my eighth grade graduation or that time I broke my arm and you all tried to carry me toââ
Wyatt had spent years studying Arjunâs temperament. Wyatt had spent years, actually, trying to solve Arjunâs temperaments just as doggedly as Arjun had been trying to solve Wyattâs own.
Now, they both knew that Arjun was about as fine as a lost dog caught in the rainâhead down, tail between its legs, but still willing to muster a little eyebrow quirk if you peered out your window at it.
âIf she hasnât contacted you,â Wyatt said, switching their phone from one shoulder to the other as it was getting too hot against their left cheek, âThen isnât that de facto no-contact?â
âNo,â Arjun said. âBecause Iâve been calling her.â
Wyatt resisted the urge to release a long-suffering sigh.
âHow much?â
âEvery day. She doesnât pick up.â
Wyatt didnât say, âbecause she might be getting a restraining order notarized.â Wyatt didnât say, âyou sound fucking crazy.â
I don't know who might need to hear this, but I wanted to share something beautiful I had the opportunity to witness.
In the chaos and uncertainty around us, there is still so much love and hope.
A few weeks ago, a local international student nervously approached me and asked if I could photograph his wedding reception. We barely know each other â so much so that the only real thing he knew about me was that a) I was a graphic designer and b) he had seen me hold a camera. And the only thing I knew about him was that he came from overseas to study engineering in the U.S.
He explained that his friend (and expected photographer) couldn't make the trip. I sympathized and told him I had a similar situation with my wedding, but then he said something that made my stomach churn.
Almost all his family and friends overseas can't make it. So can't the bride's, as she's studying abroad as well. With the warmest smile, he says while he wishes his family could be there to celebrate, he's so lucky to have great friends who are helping them put on a small reception.
I told him I had it covered and I wouldn't accept payment. Photos like this will be invaluable over time, and I wanted to pay it forward as the volunteer photographer at my own wedding did.
The wedding was this weekend. I cried during it.
His fellow engineering students became wedding planners. A church opened its doors free of charge. Families of local students caught wind of the event and handled the food, learning cultural dishes from the bride and groom's home countries. A mom group banded together to make table centerpieces. A recently married couple donated their leftover decorations. There were almost one hundred guests. Most of us didn't know each other.
It was the most beautiful wedding I've ever seen. Not just because the bride and groom were so deeply in love with one another, but because strangers saw an opportunity to be kind. In a community where hate of anything 'foreign' seems to fester, a bunch of people saw two lovebirds separated from their families, stepped in, and said, "how can we celebrate love today?"
All I saw was love. Maybe we're not as doomed as we think we are.
BAGATELLES
@kindredoctobers writing challenge: write something new every day using my costar as a prompt.
my writing challenge for myself: time myself and whatever i have written in half an hour i will reblog from this post every day whether it's finished or not ?? we shall see how it goes...
gawd give me the grace to not project onto rory gilmore in my 20s
god did not give me the grace.
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@kindredoctobers writing challenge: write something new every day using my costar as a prompt.
my writing challenge for myself: time myself and whatever i have written in half an hour i will reblog from this post every day whether it's finished or not ?? we shall see how it goes...
âBack then, it was more comfortable for me to latch onto this feeling of animosity between myself and my friends than to actually admit that I wasnât sure, anymore, about any decision Iâd made since the age of twelve,â Wyatt said into the microphone.
Their sweater looked itchy.
It was a green, boxy thingâlike a lime or a mint sorbet cartonâwithout any real pattern or seam. The words and the sweater and the being itself just seemed to flow from them, like it was easy, like it was natural, like they just sat down at interviews with the perfect words prepared for any question that any old cis white man could possibly ask them.
She supposed they did, nowadays.
Elle reached up and placed her palm flat against her laptop lid and pushedâthe sound cut, the light from her laptop screen rectangular, triangular, and then no longer.
She had been watching the interview circuit for Wyattâs novel for about seven months too long, and Wyattâs origin story was always this: the summer that everything had turned on its head, the summer theyâd read George Bernard Shaw with fresh eyes because theyâd âstood on a rock eternal and felt it crumble under meâ firsthand.
Elle had read George Bernard Shaw at age twelve, and had understood it perfectly.
Elle had been the best English student in their sixth-grade class, and then their eighth grade class, and then IB and AP and even the Pre-Raphaelites course sheâd been allowed to take at the local community college before her high school graduationâher papers returned with one or two red markings at most, her end-of-year meetings with her teachers more like academic debates than advising sessions. Elle had known that she was good when sheâd received a perfect SAT English score twice over. Elle had known that she was good when her Harvard interview had gone two hours over because she and the interviewer couldnât stop talking about Christine de Pizan and Marie de France and Sappho and Katherine Parr. Elle had written novels at age thirteen, and at age fifteen, and had kept them in several little leather-bound notebooks in her closet, with real little locks to clamp the pages closedââElleâs eyes only,â sheâd written at the top of each of these inside cover, and then at the top of each first page of each notebook.
Sheâd lost the keys somewhere. Sheâd looked for them this week, under the bed and in the closet and behind the vintage desk her mom had bought her for her seventeenth birthday.
âYou probably wonât use it after you go to college, but it looked so pretty that I couldnât help it!â
Her phone rang, the screen lighting up from where it sat on the desk, now, its vintage wood warm where her laptop and phone radiatedâBluetooth, cell service, Wifi, all at once.
âARJUN !!!!â flashed across the phone screen, the letters blocky and black, like hard rock, like âThereâs nothing you could do that would make me stop loving youâeven this.â
She had been watching the interviews for so long that the room had gone dark, and now her phone was a single light in her otherwise-pitch-black room.
She let the ringing go. Waited for the call to go to voicemail, even though the screen stayed lit after her ringtone had long-ceased.
He texted once, twice, three times.
âHey j saw a first edition Austen at The Strand with Paola and had to sendâ
âHope the call didnât wake u up if u were sleepingâ
âLmk how ur doing! We cld call sometime but no pressure if its too soon hahaâ
Elle opened her laptop again, hooking her nail under the lid and pushing up. Clicked the red x to close her entire browsing window. Opened another immediately after, typed in âgmail.com,â let it load on the shitty Wifi of her momâs house on the corner of the street across from Paolaâs momâsânow, Paolaâs sisterâsâold place with the peeling green paint.
Hi Wyatt,
Apologies for my late responseâhave been soooo busy!! Though I know things have been insane on your end too, so itâs no excuse. (See, I see your response time apology, and Iâll raise you my own!)
Iâm genuinely doing great. Please donât worry about the breakup on my end (please check in on Arjun though). ReallyâI promise.
How are you? I recentlyâŚ
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