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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Today's Document
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cherry valley forever
will byers stan first human second
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DEAR READER
we're not kids anymore.
occasionally subtle
taylor price
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styofa doing anything
JBB: An Artblog!
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@pennyofthewild
(1) moment of silence for the jianghu's foremost should-have/would-have/could-have power couple
possibly set in a fantasy alternate 1960s-ish Hong Kong? idek here is a super cool article series on the history of qipao/cheongsam in case anyone is interested in the reading i do while drawing!
This is unconscionable. (more)
Y'all I know that when so-called AI generates ridiculous results it's hilarious and I find it as funny as the next guy but I NEED y'all to remember that every single time an AI answer is generated it uses 5x as much energy as a conventional websearch and burns through 10 ml of water. FOR EVERY ANSWER. Each big llm is equal to 300,000 kiligrams of carbon dioxide emissions.
LLMs are killing the environment, and when we generate answers for the lolz we're still contributing to it.
Stop using it. Stop using it for a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. We need to kill it.
Sources:
Artificial intelligence promises revolutionary solutions to global challenges, but the water costs to produce and power AI hardware and infr
The part that artificial intelligence plays in climate change has come under scrutiny, including from tech workers themselves who joined the
First-of-its-kind US bill would address the environmental costs of the technology, but there’s a long way to go.
Here's a website where Palestine GoFundMes are vetted and shared that you can send out to people. The url is gazafunds.com
Easy to use and simple. Just share the site whenever someone asks for GFMs for Palestine.
Artist: Awni Eshtaiwe on instagram.
Thank you South Africa!
The current state of our world...
I apologize for calling Macklemore cringe
probably the single most beautiful art by fetchart.ca
The Moth Maiden
“All a woman has,” said mama, “is her beauty.”
They called her the moth maiden. She wore a long dark colored gown and an intricate lace veil which covered her facial features. All that could be seen of her was her rippling dark hair, which flowed over her shoulders to the middle of her back.
The moth maiden. Whispers seldom followed her for she had been a steady fixture in the Duke’s palace for over two decades. Some said she was his daughter. Others said she was an inhuman creature conceived out of wedlock. But for the most part nothing was said about her at all, and she was left to mind her days as she pleased.
One day, the moth maiden voiced a strange request. She asked for an audience with the Duke, saying, “Today is my twenty-first birth-day. I have come to claim my birthright.”
The Duke cleared his throat and looked uncomfortably around at his courtiers. “Very well, my Lady. We will oblige.”
The moth maiden bowed stiffly and turned to leave the hall. Just then, she hesitated and posed the question- “Your Grace does remember my mother, does he not?”
The Duke’s face hardened and he said, “how could I not? She was the most beautiful woman in the land.”
His expression was unreadable as she left the room. “End her,” he muttered to his most highly trusted advisor. “I would not have my legacy passed down to that creature. Before the night is over, that girl must die.”
In her tower room, her circular chamber with stark walls and bare floors and just a few necessities, the maiden unclasped her veil and clapped her hands in a rare show of joy. She pulled a strangely shaped mirror out of the folds of her gown and held it up to her face. “Finally, mama,” she whispered. “Our time is finally come.”
That night the Duke threw a ball for his ward. “She has come of age,” he smiled widely. “It is only fitting that we celebrate her with due courtesy.”
The walls of the banquet hall were bedecked with lavish tapestries. Lanterns adorned every corridor, and the floors were swept sparkling clean. Rich smells wafted from the kitchens, roast meat and decadent sweets were prepared, and a jolly air settled upon both the castle and the surrounding area, for the villagers had been invited to partake in the festivities.
The Duke bore it all with a carefree grin, but more than one noticed the expression in his eyes, and wondered at the worry displayed in them.
The maiden sat in her chambers, twirling a lock of hair with a broken comb. She wore her only gown and pocketed the mirror given to her by her mother, who had said with her dying breath-
“All a woman has is her beauty,” -
before passing into the nether realm. The maiden echoed those words before setting her veil into place.
The hour had come, the guests had all arrived, and the Duke sat in his place at the head of the high table. Bards played music whilst the townspeople danced in the center of the long hall. Indeed, in the midst of the merriment the true purpose of the ball had been forgotten.
The moth maiden slipped unnoticed through the throng of people, making it to the Duke’s side. She slipped her mirror into her hand for good luck, though it bit into her palm- it was but a shard and had sharp edges.
The cold kiss of metal against her throat stopped her in her tracks. An even colder voice said, “sit. And be civil about it,” and the moth maiden complied, seating herself in the empty chair by the Duke’s own.
Finally acknowledging her presence, the Duke cleared his throat and announced, “I present to you the most beautiful young maiden in the land, ready to grace us all with the unveiling of her appearance.”
The moth maiden dutifully made to lift her veil. Just at that moment, the metal dagger sank into her back and she crumpled over the table.
“My daughter,” cried out the Duke in an exaggerated fashion, “My poor daughter has been murdered!”
A hush fell upon the crowd, and they turned their attentions to the high table, where the main spectacle of the night had been served.
The maiden unsteadily sat up. “So you admit it. All I wanted…” she coughed up blood, “was to be a good daughter to you.”
The crowd gasped, for her veil had slipped off her face. Some shrieked at the sight of her visage, others turned their faces away from her.
The tilt of her lips, the arch of her eyebrows, the accusatory glare she directed at the Duke. “You promised you would claim me as your own. Yet you try to kill me.”
The Duke stuttered, “Witch! This is no daughter of mine!”
The voice that had bid her to sit wrenched her mirror from her grasp, and held it up for all to see.
“A dagger!” The Duke yelled, spittle flying in the air. “She would have me murdered!”
“That is,” protested the moth maiden as she was pushed to her feet and put into shackles, “a momento of my mother’s!” She was forcefully steered to the dungeons, blood from her back staining her gown a dark brown.
“They are going to execute you,” it was that voice again.
The moth maiden sat on the straw pallet with her knees pushed up to her chin. Moonlight infiltrated the cell, throwing the long bars of the cell into shadows upon the dirty floor, just barely missing the figure standing outside shrouded in darkness.
“He would have me killed,” The maiden held her mirror up to her face. That, at least, they hadn’t taken. “Is it really such a terrible thing?”
“To be beautiful?”
“I am not beautiful,” the maiden shifted, and the light fell on the scar, illuminating it from within. Followed its twists and turns all across her face, through the whorls and valleys that turned her face from a human’s into that of an ethereal, otherworldly monster.
“I’ve been disfigured since I was a baby. Mama knew this, and it was the Duke’s greatest shame. She told him it would fade. She made him promise- stalled for time, to give me my birthright when I came of age. But he did not forgive her, and he does not forgive me.”
“For being beautiful?”
The moth maiden smiled. “What manner of game is this? Are you going to help me?”
The voice said, “I’m all that you have, moth maiden. I am going to save you.”
The clock struck twelve over an empty cell. The moth maiden had taken flight. Leaving her mirror on the straw pallet, the one that shaped like a dagger. It had left mark enough on her palms. And now it would reflect only the light of the moon.
recklessly, affectionately (back to you)
it's a reunion, of sorts.
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recklessly, affectionately (back to you) Characters: Wen Qing, Jiang Cheng I Jiang Wanyin Word Count: 5158 Ratings/Warnings: Teen, warnings for gross, tooth-rotting fluff and terrible, terrible cliches Notes: Written for the 2023 edition of the MDZS Reverse Bang, in which writing is defined as "pulling words from thin air by the skin of my teeth" i.e. i suffered from the worst writer's block throughout
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Lotus Piers Community Hospital, Present Day
On the day she turns 31, Wen Qing codes a seven year old with septic shock for forty-five minutes, emergently intubates a teenager with refractory status epilepticus, and stabilizes a forty year old with a perforated peptic ulcer. It is a graveyard shift to end all graveyard shifts, and the absolute worst way to celebrate a birthday.
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My piece for the @legacies-entwined zine from last year!!
I'm so excited to be able to share this with y'all and grateful to have worked with so many incredible artists on this project-- If you're interested in grabbing the zine and/or any merch we made, you can snag it on Feb. 22nd at the leftover sale!! <3
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wei wuxian scolding jiang cheng in the burial mounds about not remembering what the wen siblings did for them vs jiang cheng earlier on standing up for him in front of all the sect leaders saying "you all might not know this but the person wei wuxian saved and his sister helped us a lot during the war" and getting promptly shut down by nie mingjue (the wen clan that massacred lotus pier? is literally what he says, out loud, to everyone)
#anyway something about how Jiang cheng never defends himself when people assume the worst of him #i think it’s because he doesn’t see a point #what’s the point of saying hey I know that and I spoke up in their defense! when it ultimately made no difference to their fate #if his defense of them had no impact than to him it’s the same as if he hadn’t defended them at all. like I think he feels the same guilt #something about how you can draw a straight line from this to his silence when everyone says he killed wei wuxian — via @micamicster
lmao i realized toph had grandkids way before katara and i like to think she reveled in this a little, all things considered
Beautiful #Ramadan tradition in the old city of #jerusalem. The callers who go from house to house in the early hours of the morning waking up each family by name for Qiyam and s7oor. They do so in a poetic form. Imagine being woken up daily in this beautiful way. This tradition has continued from generation to generation. Bless them #palestine
i reblog this every year, but this time i need to stress that this tradition, like many others in palestine, is now under threat. these callers are currently facing harassment, fines and detainment by israeli police who say the callers are no longer allowed to practice this tradition because “settlers living in the neighbourhood had complained about the noise”, even though these callers operate in predominantly palestinian muslim neighbourhoods.
RIP LANCE REDDICK. (1962-2023)
No matter your fandom, or your first introduction to Lance Reddick - he was an incredibly talented actor, self admitted amateur gamer, loved comedy and was consistently open to new experiences in a way that's impressive.
We weren't ready to lose him, and I hope he's at peace.
Feel free to add more tags and gifs - I haven't even scratched the surface and I'm sure many of us would love to find new places he's waiting for us in cyberspace.
