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I've also managed to reach my goal of saving up >$1000 from the small income I make from being paid by my county to do caretaking for my mom's partner (he's very old now and has senescence-related disabilities).
#the store of my estranged being.
July 14th is my birthday. I had my 41st birthday this year. I've edited my self-description in my blog intro accordingly.
One of the primary goals I have as part of my self-rescue and family rescue project is moving my family to an apartment big enough that I can have a private room and my family can have a bathroom we don't have to share with other tenants and a kitchen. There has been depressingly little movement on that since the opportunity to move to better housing my household had in June didn't work out. We haven't gotten any new offers of a subsidized apartment to move into since then. I've added us to some more waiting lists since, for what that's worth (the place we might have been able to get in June is one I applied to in September of 2025).
Does anyone know of a site like Doorway but for a less urbanized (and thus probably cheaper and with shorter waiting lists for below market rate housing) part of California? I've been thinking the north or the central coast might be good in terms of being more rural and thus easier to find cheap housing but having a pleasant climate. I'm reluctant to move out of California because it might mean losing my income (I'm paid by my county government, other counties in California mostly have equivalent programs I could probably transfer to IIRC, I don't know about other states).
Two ways my situation looks better than it did at the beginning of this year:
- I think all the applications I did last year are starting to pay off, we got a bunch of offers of subsidized apartments to move to in the first five months of this year. Only one of them was something we could really afford (which is why we didn't take one of the others), but, well, hopefully this pattern will continue and we'll get another one in the near future. I'm just kind of like, any day now we might get a letter or an email or a phone call notifying us of the next one. Which, like, I'm glad we seem to be getting somewhere, but it also makes it kind of hard to plan for the near future and it's kind of stressful to not know how much longer we're going to be stuck in the waiting game.
- We got some money as inheritance from a (much richer than us) relative of my mom who died recently. I know it's a bit ghoulish to mention another person's death just to talk about how I've financially profited from it, and I'm lefty and "my values are my identity" autistic enough that profiting from inheritance makes me feel a little dirty, but the money that person left us will be a big help to us in that it means we don't have to worry about whether we'll be able to pay for moving and I think it'll also be enough to cover a driver's ed course for me. It's not much money, I'm not going to say the exact amount but it's less than $20,000, but it's enough that I think my household might have more money now than we've had at any other time that I've been alive. I've also managed to reach my goal of saving up >$1000 from the small income I make from being paid by my county to do caretaking for my mom's partner (he's very old now and has senescence-related disabilities). I also got some cash as a birthday gift and I'll be able to use that to buy some new clothes without dipping into the money I saved from my pay, which will be nice.
Plus there's a possibility I might get my caretaking pay increased, I've applied for it (my mom's partner's caretaking needs have increased, so I've got a case for it). If I can get a few hundred dollars more per month it might open my options a lot.
I don't know, at least I'm doing something and seem to be getting some results and have reasons for hope, but... Back in late May/early June I really enjoyed the thought that I might have my family in a better apartment by my birthday, it's frustrating and depressing to still be stuck where I am, knowing I missed the one really solid opportunity to get out of my situation I've had so far and not knowing when the next one will come. Maybe I should have tried harder for the place in Fairfield. By the optimistic projections I had in late May/early June we'd have gotten at least one more apartment offer by now, which leads me to the discouraging thought that the offers we got earlier this year might have been an anomalous stroke of good luck (or maybe people move less in the summer?) and we might be in for at least a few more months of waiting.
Maybe this would be a good time for me to lock in on learning how to drive and getting my driver's license? Or at least a good time for me to take the written exam.
I love when fantasy worlds have some nonsensical magical force that prevents technology from working.
Like… how does the magic determine where technology begins? I mean, a gun is just a little house for tiny explosions to live… what part of that process is interrupted by magic? Does gunpowder simply not combust in Magictopia?
What about the wheel? Bifocals? Condoms? Skateboards? Bicycles? Vaccines? Pyramids? Does a flint-knapped knife not count as technology?
“Shit.”
“What seems to be the matter?” asked the Elf, in that same insufferably airy tone that would have made it a fortune doing voiceovers for shampoo commercials.
Khalil sighed miserably. “Phone’s dead,” he said, scowling at the shimmering city. “Figures. Of course it lets me take a thousand blurry cat pictures and then konks out on me the moment I find something worth photographing.”
The Elf laughed. Khalil suspected it was meant to be a scornful laugh, but his companion had the emotional inflection of an automated voice messaging system, and it lacked punch.
“Foolish human,” said the Elf. “Your ‘phone’ will not work here. No technology functions past the borders of Faerie.”
If Khalil let his eyes unfocus and used his imagination, the expression it wore could almost pass for smugness. “Now hang on,” he said. “That’s a fucking lie. No way is that true.”
“Foolish human, I cannot tell a l—”
“Oh, shut up. You say no technology works here, but you’re clearly wearing some kind of ritzy elf sword. Are you gonna try to tell me that they grow on trees here? Obviously you’ve got smelting and forges and metallurgy. You’re wearing woven fabric, and you stole a bunch of medicine from that pharmacy in Detroit. We rode my bike over that troll bridge and it didn’t stop working.”
“That’s different,” protested the Elf, a shallow groove between it’s eyebrows betraying profound distress. “That’s not technology.”
“It is, though! ‘Technology’ doesn’t just mean guns and electron—”
There was a hand clamped tight over his mouth, smothering him before he had even registered movement. “Hold your tongue before I cut it out of your head,” hissed the Elf in his ear. “You don’t know what you’re messing with.”
It released him, and Khalil stumbled back, staring wildly. It had moved terrifyingly quickly. No doubt it could make good on its threat if it cared to—six years of boxing and he still had no hope of defending himself against something that could move like that.
“What magic doesn’t know can’t hurt it,” said the Elf in a low and strangely unsteady voice, sounding for the first time like a living being. “Be careful what ideas you give it. Some things seem right, and that’s what matters.”
The Elf must have grabbed him hard, Khalil realized, tasting the tang of blood where his lip had been torn open on his teeth. He swallowed, and stared at the Elf in horror. “Are you telling me,” he said slowly, “That your entire magical system, the physics of your entire world… is based… on vibes?”
The Elf grimaced and did not meet his eyes.
As the Elf’s screams grew louder and more frantic, Khalil’s mind alternated between two distinct but equally insistent convictions: first, that this was the stupidest plan anyone had ever advised in this world or any other; second, that it was going to work.
The part of him that was a twenty-seven year-old peace activist recoiled in disgust even as the ten year-old pirate fanatic vibrated with excitement. If I live through this, he thought, I’ll have to tell my mom that all those hours glued to the History Channel weren’t wasted, after all.
Very gently, he tipped a little of the powder down the barrel of the gun. He had no way of knowing the appropriate amount to use and simply guessed; after all, if his suspicions were correct, it might not matter much in this world.
He pried the moldering leather bag out from under the skeleton’s arm and reached inside. A few dozen lead balls clinked together under his fingers, along with a little bundle of greasy cloth. With trembling fingers, he tore off a square of fabric and wrapped it around one of the bullets. Like a swaddled baby, he thought grimly, and pushed it down the barrel until it was nestled snugly over the gunpowder.
Almost ready, he thought. He dropped a pinch of powder into the flashpan on the top of the gun, flicked the frizzen back into position, and rose to his feet.
“Step away from the Fabio impersonator,” he said, kicking the rotten door off its hinges. “Or I will shoot you with my gun.”
“You have the name of a poet,” said the queen, studying him cooly with pupiless eyes as green and unsettling as a neglected swimming pool. “That is a good thing, Khalil of Ann Arbor. We are fond of poets here.”
The queen was beautiful, but she was not attractive. No, thought Khalil, that’s not right. She was attractive—in the way that the lights of beachside cities attract baby sea turtles away from the surf; attractive in the way that hot stoves attract curious children’s hands; attractive in the way that trays of beer attract garden slugs to drink themselves to death.
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The room was well-appointed for a prison cell. Khalil caught himself wondering how they had managed to grow perfect cushions of lush green moss in the shape of a bed and armchair—but of course it was magic. It was always magic. Moss didn’t need light or water or nutrients or support structures when there was magic to make it grow.
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Days passed, or seemed to pass. Khalil found himself thinking of his grandfather, who had carried a Damascene pocket watch until the end of his days. No amount of cajoling or bribery or international call plans had ever managed to convince him to use the cellphone he’d been given, or even to adopt a wristwatch. His daughters teased him for being old and set in his ways, but he insisted that technology was easier to use if he understood how it worked.
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Reader, ever since getting stable employment I had hoped I'd never have to do this again, but turns out that I fucking do; I need some money for a significant other, she's deep in the hole after her mom got run over by the US healthcare system. Please pitch in + boost this if possible.
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Even like five hundred will go a long way. You know I appreciate it!
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If it helps motivate y'all, before this disaster hit she was looking at divorce lawyers to fight her ex husband who took her life savings, and she still can! Help fuck over an awful guy and assist a righteous woman, I vouch for it.
STILL IN DIRE STRAITS and I am at my wits' end. Need like a thousand more; I'm doing what I can but it's not enough, and she needs to survive before she can even go ahead with the divorce stuff. Please help and please boost this.
hello i need $10 so i can get some lunch today. i would appreciate any kindness whether it’s $1/$2/$5 or even taking the time to reblog this, anything helps
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Deleted accounts can now be recovered up to 30 days later
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Before today, when you deleted your Tumblr account, it was immediate and permanent. Occasionally, this resulted in Very Sad Times. Even though we’ve tried to make it super difficult to accidentally delete your account, this is something that still happens a lot. Like, a lot. There’s also plenty of folks who delete their account on purpose, but then regret it shortly afterward. Worst of all, if your account was hacked, and then deleted by the hacker, there was no way to get it back.
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I like the idea in fantasy that humans are better at maintaining things long term because they set up societies or professions to do it whereas dwarves and elves and stuff are like “just get bob to do it he’s got a good few hundred years left” and then bob doesn’t teach anyone else how to do it
Elf: How have you kept this castle maintained for a thousand years if your lives are so short?
Human: We just train new people how to do it?
Elf: *gears visibly turning in their head*
Human: Are you alright?
Elf: I just realized that we didn’t have to let that whole city fall to ruin just because my grandfather died.
Human: What?
Human: Wait that’s why there’s ruins of elven cities even though you live for so long? You just keep not asking people how to do things? How do you learn anything?
Elf: There’s a lot of “you’ve got time to figure it out on your own” attitudes floating around in our society that I’m starting to question somewhat.
Elf: That sword, where did you get it?
Human: My cousin made it.
Elf: Impossible! Those metalworking techniques were lost a hundred years ago!
Human: What do you mean lost? My great-grandmother learned to make these swords from an elven smith, then taught it to her kids.
Elf: That's ridiculous. No elf would give such secrets to a human.
Human: They didn't. Meemaw delivered the metal to the forge, and no one kicked her out when she stayed and watched. She always said they barely acknowledged her even when doing business with her, like she wasn't worth noticing.
Elf: Come to think of it, my great-uncle always was rather single-minded when he started working.
Human: So he wasn't ignoring her, he just forgot she was there?
Elf: Oh, he was definitely ignoring her, too. He was super racist.
I think it'd be less that it wouldn't occur to them that it might be good to have someone besides Bob who knows how to do it and more that the only way Bob's skills would get passed on is by him personally teaching someone in the context of an ad hoc one-on-one apprenticeship type relationship and basically all knowledge transmission in their society might more-or-less work like that. The thing I think a very long-lived sapient species might be much slower than us to develop is the idea of a school. All their knowledge transmission might happen through parenting, ad hoc apprenticeship type arrangements, ad hoc transmission of knowledge in groups that work a lot like hobby circles, and so on. Basically, the way knowledge transmission worked in human society before urbanism and literacy, but with much longer lifespans that model could keep working well enough a lot longer into the development of societies with cities and states and high institutional complexity. It'd actually be a more flexible and efficient system than ours in a way, but it'd likely result in knowledge getting spread around less, and, as said in the OP, it'd likely result in a lot of cases of knowledge being lost when the only person who has it dies unexpectedly.
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If they can live for centuries or millennia, that might lead to selection pressure for superhuman memory so they can retain and use more of what they learned in such a long lifespan, which might later lead to them being slower to develop writing as it would have less advantage over spoken words and memorization for them. I think it'd be a nice alien touch for a species like fantasy Elves if they have a basically Medieval-to-Renaissance equivalent society but are managing to make that work while not having a writing system because they have very long lifespans combined with superhuman memory. That "You can... draw sounds?" thing in The Thirteenth Warrior but instead of the literate person coming from a more scientifically sophisticated culture and his literacy being a facet of that the illiterate people are centuries-old fantasy Elves who know about dinosaurs and the moons of Jupiter (or their setting's equivalent of those things) and know the circumference of their world and the literate person is a human from a mostly less scientifically and technologically advanced human society who thinks the world is 6000 years old and flat and thinks of telescopes as eldritch Elf sorcery.
Very long lifespans might lead to a low tolerance for regimented learning. If they don't feel like doing the reading tonight, that's fine, they can live for millennia so it's usually not a big deal if they take a few extra years or decades to learn the skill. They might find the kind of discipline humans are subjected to in a school quite outrageous. "What do you mean I gotta read the whole chapter and do these exercises tonight even if I don't feel like it cause if I don't I'll be punished? What is this, some kind of slavery? Fuck off!"
Harvesting carrots.
jesus christ they’re all going to carrot heaven
just showed this video to my cousin who is a feudal serf and he threw his cap on the ground like yosemite sam
Listened to a podcast on historical attitudes towards privacy yesterday that reminded me that the corridor is a relatively recent architectural feature, and it just blows my mind every time to imagine how different the way I navigate the world and imagine built environments as a 21st century westerner is from basically most of the human experience for all of history.
Obviously I’m not alone in this difference, but it is fascinating to look at media made by people who are culturally like me who take as a given things like ‘everyone in this story has a bedroom that is for their exclusive use, and they experience other people entering it uninvited (even family or people they share a home with) as a violation.’ That’s a huge aberration from the norm.
One point that I hadn’t picked up on before but made perfect sense in light of this setting is that a lot of historical artefacts have locks on them. Cabinets, chests, travelling desks, wardrobes, books — instead of the boundary of ‘all my things I don’t want other people to access go in a locked and closed room’ you had ‘all my things I don’t want other people to access go in their own individual locked boxes in a room everyone in my household can access.’
Soviet Era Murals in Kazakhstan and Tashkent, Uzbekistan
Eduard Gübelin. Ethiopia, Harar, young basket weaver, 1960-1970.
In the dark forests of Mount Rainier, you may come across strange red and white plants that are growing without any green leaves. Candystick (Allotropa virgata) is a type of plant called a mycoheterotroph. It does not have any chlorophyll, which is what makes plants green. Most plants use chlorophyll to convert the energy of the sun into food in a process called photosynthesis. To get energy without having chlorophyll, mycoheterotrophic plants are parasites on fungi in the soil. The fungi in turn get energy from nearby conifer trees. This complicated relationship between plants like candystick, fungi, and trees is not fully understood. However, it allows candystick to thrive in the low light conditions of Mount Rainier’s old growth forests.
What other unusual wildflowers are you finding in the park?
Remember, as snow begins to melt, please stay on trails to avoid trampling wildflowers just starting to grow!
For updates on what’s blooming where visit https://go.nps.gov/RainierWildflower
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NPS Photo of a candystick along Silver Falls Trail, 6/24/26.
Star Patrol rocket Piccard-5 encounters an artifact of the incredibly powerful White Marble Civilization. circa 2169, colorized & shipgirlified.
Commission for @foxgirlchorix, based on a render by Holly for @torchship-rpg
This is some of my best rendering work ever! These commissions do have a knack for putting me out of my comfort zone enough to continue developing my technical skills and style.
Image ID: Digital art of two ship girls in a black and blue nebula background. One girl is a very large solid white marble statue with a naked feminine form, pitted and cratered with meteoric impacts, drifting belly-down though space. Instead of a face, her head has a large hole which glows yellow-orange, with a white marble sphere held in space outside of it. A green tractor beam is being emitted towards the second girl, a Torchship named Piccard-5. She is a silver girl with her body resembling a star patrol jumpsuit. Warp drive rings circle her waist like a hula hoop. She is wearing a spherical ball helmet. She is wearing white rocket boots. She has glowing red-orange radiator panels as wings on her back. The white marble sphere's tractor beam is slowly disassembling her into individual hull sections, disconnecting her radiator wings, removing her boots to reveal the rocket propellant inside her legs, and taking her body apart. Piccard-5 is reacting with a worried or confused expression. End Image ID.
Artist's notes and concept sketches in the read more:
I know this isn't exactly what you were doing with this, but a big statue of a human old enough to have significant meteoroid impact cratering would be a pretty headfucky thing to find in space.
a Starfleet ship with a Vulcan-style warp ring. I don't know much about her, but I figure she has a chief engineer who had previously served in the Vulcan fleet, since Starfleet engineers with experience with warp rings are probably hard to come by.
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please reblog to get this poll out of my bubble, i want reach
so ive been meaning to do this poll for a while because my hypothesis is that seattle is the most Tumblr city, likely in the entire world. tumblr has a huge american majority userbase obviously, but just for comparison going forward, only 0.22% of the american population lives in seattle. as of this reblog, this poll is showing 4% of respondents are seattleites. given, this isnt scientific at all, because my blog just has a lot of seattle connections and seattle followers, but it's still an impressive bias
the thing about steampunk spaceflight is that you can investigate all these little things and solve all these little problems but inevitably everything is going to come together disastrously. The whole is worse than the sum of its parts. You can design a really cool steampunk space station--I have definitely tried at times--but it all falls apart when you try to launch it into space.
It's just. You're fundamentally limited by the mediocre materials science and chemistry available in the victorian era. Even if you solve every other problem, the ship is just going to be too heavy and the rocket engines are just going to be too inefficient. You have to cheat! You just have to cheat. You have to cheat somewhere. I always go back and forth on what and where that cheat is. We can't even have liquid hydrogen without cheating.
It once occurred to me that a civilization might be able to do space travel at a substantially lower level of technology if they could somehow start out in space. A lot of the difficulty of space travel is dealing with Earth's atmosphere and gravity well. If you don't have to deal with starting out under a thick atmosphere and at the bottom of a deep gravity well (and don't need to deal with atmospheric re-entry when you want to go back home) you can build relatively fragile spacecraft and use low power low thrust rockets with long burns.
This thought gave me an idea for, like, a novel set during a space war fought with basically WWII technology between descendants of post-apocalyptic survivors of the collapse of an interstellar civilization who live on O'Neill cylinder type colonies orbiting a gas giant. The colony cylinders and their life support infrastructure are still functioning legacy constructs from the collapsed more advanced civilization and the present civilization would be the product of severe technological regression followed by a couple of centuries of recovery, they have some access to Ragnarok-proofed legacy technology from the more advanced civilization but the stuff they can produce themselves is mostly basically middle twentieth century level, so you get space travel with weird retro technological assumptions (the navigators are doing their math in their heads and with look-up tables and simple mechanical calculating aides, the main weapons of the space warships are basically WWII era battleship guns modified to work in vacuum, battles tend to happen at relatively close range and low relative velocities because of the difficulty of hitting enemy ships at long ranges and high relative velocities with the technology available to these people so you can actually kinda plausibly get soft sci fi space is an ocean visually dramatic space battles, the spaceships need lots of manual labor to work and have big crews cause there's very little automation, a division between "space warships" that are kind of like sea ships and "space fighters/bombers" that are kind of like airplanes might actually kinda make sense cause these people don't really have the tech for guided missiles but could get around that by making a two stage missile with a recoverable first stage that has a pilot, etc.). I have no idea whether that set-up would hold together realistically, but it seemed like an interesting idea for fiction, and there's an obvious built-in patch for feasibility holes with the possibility of patchy survival of more advanced knowledge from the collapsed more advanced civilization and strategic application of Ragnarok-proofed legacy devices built by the collapsed more advanced civilization.
This kind of set-up might work for a relatively hard SF steampunk space setting too, IDK.
