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we owe literally no one more on this planet than the woman behind fantasy name generator
her name is emily and and she runs it all by herself
everyone say thanks emily!!!
Thanks, Emily!!!
Emily, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. You have no idea how much you’ve saved my butt in the last couple of months.
in the light of the newest tumblr purge, a lot of sfw content has been unjustly flagged by tumblr as explicit. all of us are here sharing the screenshots of this small dick energy. if you see a post that has been wrongfully tagged, take the time to shoot the OP a quick message (or send them an ask if they have their DMs closed) and link them the post you saw because while staff said they’d be notifying the OPs if their post got flagged, it’s not happening to all of us. my edits, for example, got flagged on accident and I didn’t get an email. I would have never known had I not seen a screenshot of my gifs. please help your creators out in this dumbass time.
I think a quick reply from the dashboard should work as well. OP can get to the relevant post from the activity feed and you don’t need to gather your courage to write a message to another person.
Sigh
Dear Tumblr:
Announcing a ban on NSFW content has resulted in more graphically sexual content coming across my dashboard in the last 24ish hours than it’s probably seen in the past two years. Meanwhile, some of the non-sexualized body positivity stuff I follow which sometimes happens to include nudity seems to have vanished, and apparently white supremacy is still allowed, and people are saying that their posts without any adult content at all are being removed or flagged and your whole damned site is just exploding IDK WTF.
Like, I don’t have any inherent objection to sexualized nudity or erotic content, but I do sort of prefer it interspersed with other things. And I’m not even a little bit irritated with the people posting it, because it’s a form of protest and it has to be disruptive to be heard and I get that. I mean, I almost feel tempted myself and I usually try to keep it PG-13. I’m super irritated with the situation, though.
I’m a follower, not a creator or even a curator. I know several people have followed me out of a genuine interest in the few things I reblog, and I wish I had somewhere to redirect you to for more of the same but I don’t. I’m sorry. Facebook is the only other social media site I’m paying any attention to right now, and a) I don’t accept friend requests from people I don’t know, but also b) my presence there is different from my presence here, which is why I have both accounts in the first place. I feel more free in some ways here, where I don’t have to worry about my conservative extended family and spend the mental/emotional energy thinking through how they might react and whether I feel like I can deal with that (or with worrying about that even if it doesn’t happen) right at the moment. I feel like the dialog is more open here, and that results in some real trash happening but, like, that’s the danger of open dialog and I accept the risk.
Or I did. I guess I don’t have that choice anymore. Maybe I should just learn to use the “Friends Except” privacy filter that FB offers now.
I don’t even know what my point here is anymore, other than: Really? REALLY? We have to do this here too?
REBLOG IF NAZIS OFFEND YOU MORE THAN NIPPLES.
Hey healer, am I a terrible caregiver if I want to do things that my disabled S.O. can't? I.E I enjoy hiking but feel bad for wanting to go hiking because my partner can't. Thoughts?
Not in my opinion. You are absolutely allowed to do things you enjoy, even without your loved one. Part of a healthy relationship is still keeping some sense of independence - no matter the physical/mental/etc state (barring extreme circumstances that require you to be there RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, of course) of your S.O. Y’all don’t always need to be tied at the hip, and you don’t need to put your life and other loves on hold for them.
It just means you need to plan these things ahead of time, but… honestly, that’s something you should be doing in a relationship anyway.
Hey @we-are-knight, as the spouse of a disabled person who enjoys doing some things she can’t do you wanna chime in here?
Okay so
Beguiler, my now-wife, is disabled.
She doesn’t seem it most of the time, but when her disabilities play up, it’s very obvious.
I am physically active, don’t easily get sick, and while I can get overwhelmed by people and crowds it’s very specific. Beguiler occasionally cannot walk, she cannot deal with stairs much, and she has next to no immune system. She gets very easily overwhelmed by crowds and cannot cope alone.
I think for the Anon here, I’ll focus on the first thing: I’m physically active. I compete in fencing, I’m in the world rankings for steel longsword. Beguiler once did Rapier, and may again, but for now she’s nowhere near ready to try again. So if I do fencing, I either have to leave her at home to go off and do my hobby, or bring her along to something she cannot become involved in.
I very rarely miss sessions however, unless she is feeling very ill or needy (ie: too much people exposure), because even if I am doing something she cannot, she encourages me to do my hobby because it makes me happy, and she enjoys seeing me happy. Likewise, when I compete, she encourages me to do so, and cheers for me. And when she does things she enjoys, I encourage her, regardless of what it may be.
You don’t have to share in all your hobbies with your partner. What is more important is that you can do them, while knowing that by doing things that make you happy, your partner is happy for you. And that when they do their own hobbies, you can encourage them in turn.
If you enjoy hiking, you don’t have to feel like a bad caregiver for doing hiking while your partner does something else. When I fence, Beguiler often reads. We both do something we enjoy, often within about 50 yards of one another. If you want to go hiking, maybe your partner can read, play games, etc. You time doesn’t have to be only you going off to do an activity, even if your activities are separate.
Caregiving isn’t one way, either, though it often can feel that way. You are meant to enjoy caring for a person you love, and still have some freedom for yourself. Some days you might need to skip hiking: that’s fine, you will be able to go next time. But don’t forget to allot some occasions for yourself, so your SO, who loves you, cannot encourage you to enjoy your own activities. Occasionally, giving them the agency to encourage you is very important to them.
TFW you followed a Tumblr for totally different reasons but they pop up with something unexpected that is 1000% relevant to your life and you kind of love them a little bit for it. (...But not in a creepy way.)
I see a lot of posts about how if you try to intentionally lose weight you'll almost always gain it back. but is that talking about people who are naturally a heavier weight? I've used food as a comfort and boredom stopper for many years and haven't been active enough because my depression wouldn't allow it and am almost 300 lbs because of that. if i am able to become more active and develop a healthier relationship with food will it stay off, or will I still gain it back?
I am going to gently confront a few assumptions in your message.
I’ve used food as a comfort and boredom stopper for many years…
Thin people do this too, and their eating habits are not pathologized. Maybe these eating habits are normal? Maybe it is not why you are fat? Maybe you are eating because you are hungry but our culture has taught you that any hunger and any eating is bad or for the wrong reasons simply because you are fat?
… and haven’t been active enough because my depression wouldn’t allow it…
Hey, did you know that exercise doesn’t cause weight loss? Did you know that fat people are often less active than thin people, but when we do move, we burn more energy, so maybe its all a wash anyway? Maybe your activity level is okay? Maybe when you are dealing with a chronic illness like depression its okay to be less active? Maybe it’s ok to rest when you are sick?
…and am almost 300 lbs because of that
Your weight is not determined by your behaviors. Genetics and social determinants of health like poverty, food insecurity, dieting (!), and childhood adversity explain nearly all of the individual differences in weight that are observed at the population level. What if you weight doesn’t need to be explained?
What if your weight isn’t something you need to feel guilty about?
What if your weight doesn’t need to be explained?
What if your weight isn’t something you need to feel guilty about?
Reblog this for suicide prevention.
[Image description, because people who use screen readers deserve suicide prevention information too: Beige text on a green background reads, “Keep Calm and Call 1-800-273-TALK”.]
(And for those like me who wish people would just give them the numbers and not get cute with letters, that’s 1-800-273-8255.)
I’m upset because I want to change the world but the world is too big and people are too mean
“Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.” - Rabbi Tarfon
I needed to hear this
not obligated to complete the work, not free to abandon it.
CBC made a good documentary on adult ADHD and part of it really caught me off guard because i swear they repeated verbatim my life story for the past 3 years
full programme here:
http://www.cbc.ca/natureofthings/episodes/adhd-not-just-for-kids
My ADHD manifested in excellent in-class work. Excellent understanding in discussions. Excellent participation.
My ADHD manifested in piles of homework left undone until the last possible minute, while I stared at them, thinking; “I want to get these done. I understand the theory. It would take 10 minutes. I want to start, why can’t I start?”
My ADHD manifested in fantastic reading comprehension - nigh impenetrable focus on interesting topics the first time I’m reading about them.
My ADHD manifested in a complete inability to focus on reviews or re-reads, mind skittering sideways and away whenever anything was boring or repetitive. I sat down to study, my books open, my eyes on the text, and my brain clawing its way out the back of my head to focus on something else - anything else. Focus, focus! [No.]
My ADHD manifested in Articulating wings half-finished but still beautiful, in beautiful lineart and half-hearted coloring. In stories written passionately for days until I forgot it existed and never returned. In projects started and forgotten and started and forgotten a thousand times until my bins of project supplies piled up and my bank account shriveled down. No, it will be different this time - I LOVE this new thing. This new thing is my world, my destiny, my Everything. I CREATE and CREATE and CREATE and never FINISH.
My ADHD manifested in confusion and surprise as time slithered away, hours passing like minutes and minutes seeming endless by contrast. An inability to gauge how much time had passed, was left, a task would take. An inability to hold dates in my head, because time didn’t feel consistent or even real.
My ADHD manifested in watching someone talk and not understanding a word they said - literally hearing sounds and translating out only nonsense. In thoughts so loud I couldn’t speak coherently. In a conversation across the room shattering an idea I was trying to hold. It’s hard to think when you’re already thinking about everything around you.
Well, fuck.
Every time I read about another woman’s personal experience with ADHD, it reinforces my belief that my new GP is right and although I might not have a severe case I do at least have some noticeable components. The details of the above vary from me, but basically: Excellent academics, problems with executive function (and homework is a detail that does line up for me here), focus that winds up being either intense or difficult to hold onto, lots of starting projects but difficulty finishing them, time not behaving itself/feeling unreal, and difficulty with auditory processing. That’s me. Right down the list, every single thing.
The most frustrating thing is that I knew this about myself, I kept thinking “I wonder if I might have ADHD” because of most of these things. But I’m not hyperactive (kind of the opposite) and I thought no, I’m overreacting, I’m worrying too much.
I did this with depression too. I did this with disordered eating. And still I continued to discount my own experiences and sense of something being... I don’t want to say “wrong”, but maybe something not working the way I thought it “should”. (That might have been a clue right there, if I’d been paying more attention. One of the first lessons I learned in therapy was the insidiousness of the word “should”.) There are a lot of reasons for that, some of which are social indoctrination and some of which are specific to my personal situation. None of them made trying to just wish myself better any more effective.
I suppose the lesson here is to trust my gut about mental health.
[Image description: Five still frames from a documentary, alternating between a person speaking to camera and another person walking around on what appears to be a college campus. Subtitles across the five frames read: “Classic case of Attention Deficit Disorder is the 19 year old female university student. They go off to university and everything starts to fall apart. It doesn’t fall apart because they’re partying too much or they’re not mature enough [...] It’s because for the first time in their life that exoskeleton wasn’t there. Then things didn’t go well and they’re left with this feeling of ‘I’m not as good as everybody else, I’m not as smart as everybody else’. [They] show up at the university health services and the psychiatrist says ‘well how long have you been depressed for?’. And the psychiatrist has slid the young lady into the psychiatrist’s comfort zone of depression and anxiety.”]
(Note that the documentary is not available outside of Canada. There is some text at the link given by the OP, though, which could be of interest.)
a secret code between women: are you safe? in a contact of eyes. i’m here if you need me, the littlest shift of a skirt, of an inclined head, of watching the man who is asking you to smile, bitch. you aren’t alone on the walls of restrooms, i was where you are too. the quiet doling of emergency numbers, the shelters. the space between two women in a largely empty train station. the waiting game of two women strangers who walk, quietly and quickly, to their cars in abandoned parking lots, who watch to be sure the other leaves safely. text me you get home safe. the tally marks of drinks on hidden wrists, carefully disguised as other things ever since men picked up on what it meant and used it to target the “weakest link.”
my father tells me we have nothing to worry about. last night he sent me one of those email chains that say at the top “Safety Tips For The Women In Your Life!!!! Don’t Let Her Die!!”
me, and the stranger on the train. she is asleep and the man is asking me who i am going home to. i feel tears pricking the sides of my eyes. i am 13 while he towers over me. he reaches out one hand, and while i don’t know how she knows, she speaks up without opening her eyes: “If you touch my daughter, sir, I will murder you.” Whatever he grumbles is lost in history, because this moment I am so grateful for the existence of other people that I cannot breathe.
I am 19 and on my phone when i become aware of a 13 year old girl is smiling nervously at a man who’s saying disgusting things. I grab her arm. “There you are, cindy,” I say, and then look at the man like he is bile. “Do you need something from my sister?” i ask, and i walk away with her. she cries later.
this is the way of things: a silent, secret web. our promise to each other that despite our differences, when it comes to the wire, we become family, instantly. the unspoken promise. i’m here. i’m watching. i’ll witness.
This is beautiful.
Why does your description say 'he/him pronouns'? Aren't you cis? Sorry it just doesn't make sense...
I am indeed! And the pronouns are in my description in order to normalize the concept. Stating pronouns should not immediately make someone assume that a person is non-binary or trans. It also promotes the idea that we should never assume someone’s pronouns until asking, because a non-binary or trans individual does not have to look a certain way to garner that question. Hope this helps make more sense to ya!
DE-NORMALIZING GENDER ASSUMPTIONS AND STEREOTYPES HELPS EVERYBODY
[Image description: Laverne Cox, apparently speaking in an interview. Caption reads, “It’s important to interact with individuals as individuals.”]
I love it when people try to claim representation in fiction is being taken “too far” to the point where it’s no believable. They’re like:
“What’s next, a mixed-race immigrant on the autism spectrum?” Hi, my name is Rachel, also known as Rachna, and I’m a mixed-race immigrant on the autism spectrum.
“What’s next, a transgender Latino man with chronic pain?” What, you mean my former colleague, Marco?
“What’s next, a Black Jewish lesbian?” Bitch, I know I three Black Jewish lesbians, WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING POINT?
im so tired of the argument being “what’s next? a feasible combination of human conditions other than straight white cis able-bodied dude? that can’t possibly happen!”
A red flag
[Image description: A cross-stitch piece in a wooden hoop. At the top and bottom are a floral border. The bottom border has a skull in the middle. Red letters under the top border read, “WARNING”. Under that word is black text reading, “This is proof that I have the patience to stab something 1,000 times.” Beside the black text is a dagger.]
I don’t cross-stitch, but I knit. Bring it on.
I wonder when exactly it was that Star Trek stopped being perceived as light, fluffy, not-really-legitimate sci fi that ~housewives~ liked and started being seen as serious nerd business that girls had to keep their gross cooties off.
Also when did the Beatles start to be remembered as rock legends rather than a silly boy band teenaged girls liked?
When men decided they liked them.
this is seriously exactly how it happened. Women were actually the first rock and roll ‘critics’ because they would write in to women’s papers and magazines to share and discuss what their kids were listening to when men still thought it was trashy teeny bopper music. once it became a lucrative, mainstream genre men shoved women out of the space. Men also tend to be gatekeepers once they move into formerly female spaces - early trek fandom was incredibly open and inclusive; women would set up fan get togethers in their own houses to discuss the show or invite the actors to visit before conventions became a thing, and then were huge in organizing the first conventions - but now the stereotype of a trekkie is a nerdy white dude who scoffs derisively at casual fans and newbies with his encyclopedic and pedantic knowledge of trek
I propose we call this “mentrification”
YES
MENTRIFICATION that’s genius
hey. hey. I have a confession
I fuckin LOVE dialogue as a first line. I adore it. whenever I flip open a book and the first line is dialogue I’m like hell YES this is my SHIT
there’s lists of, uh, TOP TEN WAYS YOU SHOULD NEVER START YOUR NOVEL EVER and “opening with dialogue” is always on them
the gist being that it’s bad bc the reader doesn’t care about this character yet so why are they gonna care about this dialogue, right, they don’t have any context for it, you should start with something that gets the reader invested and emotionally pulled in, so on, so forth
(and I’m not here to argue or call bullshit on these lists or anything…… 99% of the time, the reasons listed of why you should Maybe Not Do The Thing are perfectly valid concerns and dangers that should be taken into consideration)
(this post is more a ramble about personal preference with a nice moral at the end)
(and definitely not a TOP TEN REASONS “TOP TEN WAYS YOU SHOULD NEVER START YOUR NOVEL EVER” LISTS ARE LIES AND SLANDER post god could you imagine)
but yeah, for me, dialogue opening lines pull me right the fuck in emotionally. for real. nine times out of ten they’ll yank me in and have me engaged instantaneously. always have, probably always will
(like come on. have y’all never just started eavesdropping right in the middle of some total strangers’ conversation on the bus. especially if it’s somethin weird. it’s so good)
but ANYWAY, the moral is uhhhh
whatever Mortal Writing Sin you wanna commit, there’s probably at least one weirdo out there possibly named logan who digs it
do whatever the fuck you want, honestly
you can write an opening scene that does everything every advice page tells you to do with an opening scene and it can still be shit
you can write an opening scene doing everything every advice page tells you NEVER to do with your opening scene and it can still be fabulous and engaging
if you can pull it off, literally who cares
“if you can pull it off, literally who cares“ is the only real writing rule
Thousands of years ago, somebody looked at a flock of sheep and went, “well, they aren’t cold.”
Guys. Guys.
It’s so much better than that.
So once upon a time, goats and sheep were essentially the same animal, and all of them had hair. Now, you can do some stuff with hair, but you can’t do a lot, so mostly sheep/goats were kept for meat and milk.
Except then a mutation showed up, and some of the sheep/goats had WOOL instead. And someone realized that 1. you could spin that shit, and 2. then you could WEAVE that shit, and 3. IT GREW BACK.
Generations of selective breeding ensued. Two visibly discrete species emerged, one primarily for meat and milk, and the other primarily for wool. They also have different behavioural characteristics, because independence was not helpful in a sheep, so it was bred out of them. Sheep remain one of the few non-draft animals that we farm even though they are not delicious.
The most similar part of sheep and goats that remains today is their skeleton. On an archaeological dig, you find THOUSANDS of bones and bone fragments that can only be identified as “sheep/goat”. It’s incredibly frustrating, but also kind of hilarious after you’ve spent enough time in the sun.
ANYWAY, human beings have always been smart and surprisingly good at changing nature because they want a sweater.
The entire knitting community needs to hear this.
Oh man I’m so glad I can add this to my arsenal of responses to people who say all GMOs are made of poison.
In zooarchaeology, sheep/goat is a valid category and no one will press you further on the issue.
@historia-vitae-magistras
Huh, I wonder if this is part of why Chinese only has one word for sheep/goat (羊). You can distinguish as 绵羊 “wool-sheepgoat” for sheep vs 山羊 “mountain-sheepgoat” for goat.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHEEP AREN’T DELICIOUS
I have stretch marks.
Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.
So does my husband, though for different reasons. Actually I think his are more noticeable than mine.
