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A YA romantasy writer filed suit against another writer for copyright infringement, and as is always the case with these things, she padded her claims with delusionally spurious examples. The judge issued a 160-page ruling against the plaintiff where you can tell from the start how resentful they (or whatever clerk actually did the work) are to have been forced by duty to have read the works in question.

spockslash

Star Trek grandma

ceruleanteacup

Betcha Grandma was writing original k/s slashfic decades before you kiddies were born.

spockslash

Yes @ceruleanteacup , Grandma was

space-feminist

i hope everyone knows that OP wasn’t just saying this generally - she quite literally was the star trek grandma. she passed in 2018, rip to an icon

dogpuppy

targetedknowledge

jesusislove

sergle

t00thpasteface

nothing online is ever truly deleted. except that one fucking thing you're looking for

squeakitties

following weird horny furries who are into shit like pooltoys and transformation and stuff is enrichment. the vitamins and minerals of posting

squeakitties

scaribou

My apologies to anyone who has casually asked me what my ideal superpower would be, because I cannot be normal about the answer.

fluffmugger

I don't care if this is real or not, i want this to be known as "having a rowling"

#terf war

papillon-de-mai

"As soon as we die, we enter into fiction. Just ask two different family members to tell you about someone recently gone, and you will see what I mean. Once we can no longer speak for ourselves, we are interpreted."

— Hilary Mantel, from Reith Lectures, Resurrection: The Art and Craft

tmasoamaq

I call this “Eidolon Theory”

It started with the realization that no historical figure had survived the passage into legend, only an image with their name.

It evolved into an understanding that these images are present even while we’re alive. We cannot be known, but only perceived by others

We can try and act to alter these images while we live, however.

great-and-small

Saddest thing ever is reading an academic paper about a threatened or declining species where you can tell the author is really trying to come up with ways the animal could hypothetically be useful to humans in a desperate attempt to get someone to care. Nobody gives a shit about the animals that “don’t affect” us and it seriously breaks my heart

great-and-small

“No I can’t come out tonight I’m sobbing about this entomologist’s heartfelt plea for someone to care about an endangered moth”

bogleech

This is how I learn there's a moth whose tiny caterpillars live exclusively off the old shells of dead tortoises.

thepastisaroadmap

[Image description: text from a section titled On Being Endangered: An Afterthought that says:

Realizing that a species is imperiled has broad connotations, given that it tells us something about the plight of nature itself. It reminds us of the need to implement conservation measures and to protect the region of which the species is a part. But aside form the broader picture, species have intrinsic worth and are deserving of preservation. Surely an oddity such as C. vicinella cannot simply be allowed to vanish.

We should speak up on behalf of this little moth, not only because by so doing we would bolster conservation efforts now underway in Florida, [highlighting begins] but because we would be calling attention to the existence of a species that is so infinitely worth knowing. [end highlighting]

But is quaintness all that can be said on behalf of this moth? Does this insect not have hidden value beyond its overt appeal? Does not its silk and glue add, potentially, to its worth? Could these products not be unique in ways that could ultimately prove applicable?

End image description]

headspace-hotel

because we would be calling attention to the existence of a species that is so infinitely worth knowing

rackiera

I was so inspired by this I made it into a piece of art for a final in one of my courses for storytelling in conservation

tmasoamaq

When the turtle, the shell, and the moth are gone, and no one remains who can read these words, could this art persist somewhere?

imsobadatnicknames2

dirty-rave-trannies-united

As a metalworker by trade, my most gut-wrenching revelation was realizing that I could NEVER afford the cost of my own work. I am an artisan who could never afford their own work. Fuck, that hurts to say aloud. There are many experiences that have radicalized me within this society, but this... This is one of the most profoundly radicalizing ones...

And the fact that laborers should own the means of production is seen as radical is just... It speaks volumes of our society.

stagemanagerssaygo

When you're in theatre and realize you couldn't afford to buy a ticket to your own show.

vergak

Goddamn. Okay

stynamo

Did you have a kid in your neighborhood who always hid so good, nobody could find him? We did. After a while we would give up on him and go off, leaving him to rot wherever he was. Sooner or later he would show up, all mad because we didn't keep looking for him. And we would get mad back because he wasn't playing the game the way it was supposed to be played.

There's hiding and there's finding, we'd say. And he'd say it was hide-and-seek, not hide-and-give-UP, and we'd all yell about who made the rules and who cared about who, anyway, and how we wouldn't play with him anymore if he didn't get it straight and who needed him anyhow, and things like that. Hide-and-seek-and-yell. No matter what, though, the next time he would hide too good again. He's probably still hidden somewhere, for all I know.

As I write this, the neighborhood game goes on, and there is a kid under a pile of leaves in the yard just under my window. He has been there a long time now, and everybody else is found and they are about to give up on him over at the base. I considered going out to the base and telling them where he is hiding. And I thought about setting the leaves on fire to drive him out. Finally, I just yelled, "GET FOUND, KID!" out the window. And scared him so bad he probably wet his pants and started crying and ran home to tell his mother. It's real hard to know how to be helpful sometimes.

A man I know found out last year he had terminal cancer. He was a doctor. And knew about dying, and he didn't want to make his family and friends suffer through that with him. So he kept his secret. And died. Everybody said how brave he was to bear his suffering in silence and not tell everybody, and so on and so forth. But privately his family and friends said how angry they were that he didn't need them, didn't trust their strength. And it hurt that he didn't say good-bye.

He hid too well. Getting found would have kept him in the game. Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found. "I don't want anyone to know." "What will people think?" "I don't want to bother anyone."

Better than hide-and-seek, I like the game called Sardines. In Sardines the person who is It goes and hides, and everybody goes looking for him. When you find him, you get in with him and hide there with him. Pretty soon everybody is hiding together, all stacked in a small space like puppies in a pile. And pretty soon somebody giggles and somebody laughs and everybody gets found.

Medieval theologians even described God in hide-and-seek terms, calling him Deus Absconditus. But me, I think old God is a Sardine player. And will be found the same way everybody gets found in Sardines - by the sound of laughter of those heaped together at the end.

"Olly-olly-oxen-free." The kids out in the street are hollering the cry that says "Come on in, wherever you are. It's a new game." And so say I. To all those who have hid too good. Get found, kid! Olly-olly-oxen-free.

— Robert Fulghum, "All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten"

borninthe80slovingtheladies

What a wild ride

tmasoamaq

My SO asked me about my needs last night and I realized I didn’t have any. Not that they were all met, I didn’t have any. I’d swallowed the void so hard that I had desires and resources but that was it. Nothing was a need, nothing was necessary, no outcome holding absolute import. Just ones more favorable than others.

I’ll be seeking a reference for counsel next time I see my doctor.

prokopetz

“Why do you have opinions about Homestuck, aren’t you like 40″ I mean, not to get deep about the dick joke comic, but a big part of what Homestuck is doing as a text is interrogating 1990s nostalgia as a cultural institution, with a particular emphasis on the apparent contradiction of being sincerely nostalgic for a body of popular culture that was so terminally irony-poisoned.

You know what age bracket is likely to have suffered most keenly from unexamined 1990s nostalgia?

People who were like 30 circa 2012.

I regret to inform you that people who are like 40 in the year 2022 are in fact one of the comic’s primary target audiences!

captainsnoop-deactivated2020041

i hate it when game devs put “fixed several issues” in patch notes

no. tell me what you fixed. i wanna know what the glitch was.

you know those patch notes that are like “fixed an issue where if the player sat in a bush for too long, they’d become the size of a skyscraper”

i wanna read those. tell me those.

necroesque666

sindri42

ahdok

Adjusted value of Bees. Now that was a special one… because every item in the game had a minimum value, and a beehive was a container for bees, which each had a minimum value… which meant the moment one of your dwarves picked up a beehive, your entire fortress’ net worth skyrocketed… a value used in determining how powerful the foes that visit and try to murder you are.

prokopetz

Reblogging for the explanation of what “adjusted value of bees” actually means, because I know several folks following this blog have been wondering.

chongoblog

Haters be like

“It’s totally possible to make a path that goes through every door exactly once”

hexea

Idk if I did it right

chongoblog

sorry!

c0rpseductor

it’s true you can’t draw one continuous line that would do the trick. but if the kitty and bunny set out by going through the doors they’re marked beside and each walked the certain way their colored arrows show at the same time their “collective path” as a team would go through each door only once. The moral of the story is actually about friendship , and cooperation, because in this world there are tasks you can’t do on your own.

im just fucking with you i’m pretty sure this has no right answer

2pacula

i concocted a solution with a 100% mortality rate

chongoblog

Stop being so incredibly funny on my impossible puzzle post

sharkiethedork

You can switch the tracks so the trolley will kill one person, or you can allow it to attempt the fruitless crusade of running over each person in the maze only once.