and what are we going to do when the HP series comes out and we start seeing a resurgence of the fandom here including gifsets and fics. like are u guys gonna bring up your neurodivergence and cry "can we separate the art from the artist!!!!! you dont need to pay to watch it!!!!!its my comfort show and I'm DEPRESSED and AUTISTIC"
Reminder that "separating the art from the artist" is a sentiment that only works when the artist is dead and no longer profiting off the work in question.
JKR is still very much alive and very much openly devoted to spending as much of her money on efforts that increase transphobia. You cannot separate this artist from this art, because she is heartily using funds from that art to fund hate groups.
Do not watch it. Do not pirate it. Do not talk about it. Have nothing to do with it whatsoever.
via NYPost: Immigration and Customs Enforcement is preparing to launch a âbig fâking operationâ across sanctuary cities â including Chicago and New York â immediately after President-elect Donald Trumpâs inauguration, multiple sources told The Post.
Starting Jan. 21, multi-day âground operationsâ will be launched across cities that have served as safe havens for migrants because the local authorities do not cooperate with the federal government when it comes to immigration issues, sources said.
Ok so I'm not fully informed on it but here's the basic outline from what I've gathered:
The Animation Guild has been in negotiations with the AMPT (studios) to get better protections against AI, better pay, fewer layoffs, and generally more respect as an industry. To raise awareness, Animation Workers Ignited (not officially affiliated with TAG but a community-run account made to build support and organize) have been releasing animated PSAs starring Adam Conover (Adam Ruins Everything) as a fast-talking, suited-up organizer and Alex Hirsch (Gravity Falls) as a green-shirted, scared audience stand-in.
Sometime last night, Alex Hirsch and the director of the shorts shared exchange in the comments of their most recent PSA on twitter:
Which led to:
And finally, the art that kicked this whole thing off:
So, because this is the animation industry, everyone immediately jumped onto the new ship and started drawing fanart for it, ranging from silly doodles to full art pieces
AWI themselves are fully supportive of this and see it as a great way to spread awareness and get people to engage with the union. Even the Canadian Animation Guild posted about it. We are genuinely helping their cause by posting yaoi art. This is a good thing. Great, even.
TL,DR: People are showing support for and actually helping negotiating animators by posting yaoi art of characters from their PSAs.
one of those things probably fits the message im trying to send.. but anyways, i'm no longer going to be posting works here. simply because i'm moving my works into my notion, and have created a 'diary' site on neocities for anybody interested to follow.
In addition to being pastors, my parents were both also professional teachers. My mom has a master's in education.
I still wish I wasn't homeschooled.
Like, I run into folks now who get super excited when I tell them I was homeschooled because they're thinking about homeschooling if they ever have a kid and want intel, and they get super grumpy and dismissive and defensive when I tell them how absolutely debilitating it was socially, and that it really wasn't worth it just to be a year ahead in math.
And part of that is this sense that homeschooling is an opportunity for you to customize your child. It's usually an extension of a broader fantasy that that's what parenthood is about. That you can minmax your child's stats and construct the perfect build, and the only reason everyone's all screwed up is just that nobody sat down and really micromanaged their child's education enough. Other teachers (and peers, for that matter) might steer them in directions you don't want.
Even when done well, homeschooling is about removing those outside influences so you can control their environment and prioritize your own goals for them. It's a magnet for people with narcissism and control issues as a result, it's a magnet for fundamentalists, but it's also a magnet for idealists. Sometimes it even works out great, hell, there are people who for accessibility reasons will likely be taught far better at home. But that's more a "lesser of two evils" situation.
One person cannot be smarter in every single subject than every single teacher that the kid would ever have. They can't singlehandedly replace the socialization, the networking, the mentorship, and the life experiences. And to think that they can borders on megalomania.
i've been getting a lot of messages to help spread fundraisers, so i'm making this post to keep track of and boost them:
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" caught you. "
(yandere gets caught by another yandere but i refuse to give more context let's goo!! be warned for depictions of stalking)
Click, click, click. Each picture was coming out perfectâbut with such a beautiful muse, that was no surprise. Hazel couldnât wait to print these out when she returned home after a long day of observing her dear âbookworm.â Their beautiful hair, their soft gaze, and god, that charming, simply alluring demeanor had the librarian in a trance. A trance that led her to crouching behind a tree in the park, camera in hand, watching intently as they conversated with.. him.
Hazel seldom judged the kind of people to come into her bookwormâs life, because normally they had great taste in companions. Besides, Hazel was an observer first and foremost. If she could find them studying in the library she worked at during her shift, thatâd be simply perfect, but she was always content with just watching her beloved in their natural habitat.
But not this. Anything but this. What Hazel was told would be a relaxing self-studying session in the park quickly devolved into a tedious conversation with a boy who was obviously trying way too hard to talk with someone who was clearly busy. It made sense to the girl why her bookworm was wasting valuable education time on themâunfortunately, they were both social and eager to learn, and Hazel remembered very well that they had loathed the thought of this class, so even if the two ideals regularly conflicted, there was an obvious winner here. How Hazel dreamed of dragging her beloved back to work. But she wouldnât let this stranger disrupt what is still a sweet moment of her watching over like a guardian angel.
Click.
Just to keep him in mind for later, Hazel took a quick picture of the stranger before returning to the muse of honor for the night. Immortalized in Hazelâs camera, and soon, her collection, for many months to come. Just like every other picture. Just as it should be.
Click. Click. Click.
Once her darling started to pack up and leave the park, Hazel waited a few minutesâensuring that the stranger wouldnât follow them firstâbefore packing her things and walking a comfortable distance behind her. It was a peaceful night; with the sunset fading into a lovely dark blue, the sparkling stars reminded Hazel of the sparkling feeling her darling gave herâstars in her stomach, she once described it as. Butterflies were the common expression, but the burning of passion she developed with everyday she saw that adorable face in the library was matched only by the passion of a growing star, giving life to any planet that may stand lucky. Like they gave life to Hazel once more.
It was truly a perfect day, even with that irritating presence at the end, because nothing could stain the glorious presence ofâ
âNice camera you got there! Is that who I think it is?â
A pair of arms snaked onto Hazelâs shoulderâs from behind, and she froze in her tracks as she realized she wasnât the only one following somebody down the street tonight.
With her voice shaking, she asked,âWait, now who areââ âDonât ya think itâs rude to be asking me questions in response to my own? Besides, youâre the stalker here, not me. I think my identity should be the last of your concerns.â
She gulped before looking down and realizing a lighter was in one of the hands of her interrogator. She felt her emotions getting the better of her as the levels of stress and danger rose in her mind. Even after years of staying complacent, being the quiet and nervous girl at the top of the class, when her fight or flight response kicked in, Hazel gripped the arm with the lighter in hand, digging her nails into their skin as much as she could.
The arm didnât budge. The voice only became more irritated. Even without turning, Hazel could hear his peppy tone through grit teeth.
âYou think trying to attack me when Iâm just trying to have a conversation with you is a great idea? I was going to be nice about this, but if youâre confident this is the path youâd like to go down..â
Before Hazel could respond, their other arm tightened around her face, covering her mouth, and the figure wiped the blood from the marks Hazel left onto her sweater as she started to thrash around violently in anger. She refused to go down without a fight. Not when she was losing sight of her bookworm over some maniac.
âLet me go!â is what she tried to say, but even if her mouth was left uncovered, her demands fell on deaf ears. A familiar string of insults and orders were muffled after, but she clamped her own mouth shut when she watched the lighter in front of her finally go off. Right in front of her face. Slowly and unsurely, she stopped her frantic motions to hear out whatever they wanted to say.
âReady to listen? Great,â he started. âYou must be the library girl they told me about just now. Orange hair, funny looking hair piece? Just from word of mouth, I didnât really care about you, but since youâre following my darling around, and taking pictures of them all secretly⊠let me just say this.â The lighter inched closer.
âI donât know what youâre doing with these photos, or what youâre planning to do with them, but I recommend you quit while youâre ahead. Especially if you have a problem with me, because, well, Iâm here to stay.â
Despite his condescending whispers causing her eyes to twitch with resentment, Hazel got the sense that more reckless violence would be useless here. Unfortunately for her, if anybody were to intervene, heâd be legally justified in apprehending her, and a jury would be more inclined to go with the guy attacking a stalker than a stalker holding proof against her in any court. With this standoff clearly not in her favor, and the lighter inching closer with every minute she didnât respond, she groaned and did the closest to the a nod she could with a resigned look on her face.
âIâm not hearing a yes..â He cooed. Of fucking course. âFine. Iâll back off.â She spat..
With that, the man let go of Hazel, and she quickly scrambled to stand up on her own, panting heavily, trying to readjust to using her mouth properly without the fear of getting burnt.
âOkay,â she huffed, âIâll leave them beâalright. In fact, Iâll go right back where I came from so you know Iâm not following them after this. Will that satisfy you?â
He stood still for a momentâin thoughtâbefore reaching out with his hand. He didnât mean.. Did he?
âAlmost. But first, let me have the pictures so I know you arenât doing anything weird with them.â
âWhat?â Hazel sputtered. âButâI canât give you my camera, Iâve owned this for years already!â
âDid I say to hand over the camera? Just hand me the SD card and go on your merry way!â
His shit-eating grin made Hazel realize quickly that her purposeful miswording wouldnât ward him off from this. Much to her dismay, they were dead set on having fun with this win. She sighed, and took one last look through the pictures before handing the card off.
As she walked off from the man with a now empty camera, one thing still lingered in the librarianâs mind: when she took the picture of him, and then took a good look at it, he was looking straight at the camera. As if he knew it was there before they even approached her. Connecting those dots made Hazel shudder, both with fear and excitement.
Of course itâd take more than a vicious thread to scare Hazel off from her bookworm. Fear was a powerful thing, and here, it acted as the light attracting the simple moth that was herâpeople enjoy watching scary movies, and Hazel was starting to see the appeal of being in a scary situation. As intelligent as she was, she had to admit she was also quite persistent.
Even if this newfound obstacle intimidated and annoyed her, as a lover of books and stories, she also knew that she found them intriguing, even if sheâd never verbalize those thoughts.
This night wasnât that much of a loss. With previous collections and the bookwormâs own social media feed to keep Hazel satisfied, the only real loss was that picture of him. Turning back around, she realized they were still watching her walk down the street. Regardless, she raised up her camera, andâŠ
Click.
It was... okay, for now. Hopefully she could take better ones soon. With that, Hazel rushed down the street to get out of his line of vision and end her long, long day of âobserving.â
