Year of the horse
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Year of the horse
This is the only day you can RT this
playing 2 characters and winning an award and only helly r getting thanked and a shout out is something that would happen to helena eagan
They also only put Helly’s last name on the Emmy 😂
Umineko request: Beatrice blowing the smoke of her pipe onto Battler's face
s3 when helena shows up to mark’s door with this (pineapple flavored of course)
My friend was reading Ballad of sword and wine and I immediately felt the urge to draw a Umineko parody of the cover.
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The drunkard and her victim
I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.
"Would you like to?"
"Sure!"
So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.
Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.
You need to move off of Google Docs!
I know some people have seen the news recently and may be doubtful of it. To the uninformed, Google Docs has started using AI to find "inappropriate" and "problematic" content, scraping your documents and deleting it. I know some people are unsure if this is real or think this is not going to affect them.
I regret to inform you that this is real.
As I was on a call with some writers and we were moving our documents as a precautionary measure, one person discovered entire pages missing that they did not delete themselves. This is happening to us, it's not a hoax or a rumor, it's happening right now. You need to move everything if you want to preserve it.
If you're a writer with writer mutuals, please reblog this so they know. I rarely write on Google Docs anymore, but I started my fanfics on there, and I would be devastated if I lost works more than ten years old because people decided marketing appeal is more important than creative freedom.
EDIT READ THIS: https://www.tumblr.com/bravehyde/790422701153157120/hi-can-we-have-any-sort-of-source-about-the
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · What Happens When a Romance Writer Gets Locked Out of Google Docs · hi !! can we have any sort of source about the google d
hey. this is not happening.
this excerpt is from the single article op uses as a source - a story about k. renee, an "open door" romance writer who had her documents restricted. "open door romance" refers to books where sex and intimate scenes take place on screen and in explicit detail; k. renee writes full on erotica. her works were restricted, with a warning message, not deleted out of no where. it is from over a year ago (may 2024, the incident took place in march 2024). the sentence is in front of you - adult content wasnt why the doc was restricted. google docs cannot and is not randomly deleting peoples works for having sex in it. and the article most certainly does not say that google is "using ai to find inappropriate content". the article mentions ai once, to say that k. renee had ai functions turned off and did not think that was the problem.
there is not a single other credible article about this happening to people and people in the notes havent given much testimony either. i, personally, have dozens of explicit works in my folders that ive shared with people and they havent been touched at all.
op has claimed they are looking for sources, but has also admitted they dont have them. like, guys. seriously. lets think rationally for a moment. do you think if google was mass deleting peoples works it would be this hard to find news stories about it? there are millions of erotica writers who use gdocs. its not just small fanfic writers, its published authors with companies and lawyers behind them. if google was deleting works abruptly there would be outrage. not to mention the amount of trouble they would get in with academics and scientists who use their platform - can you imagine years of someones research being completely deleted without any sort of warning by an incorrect ai flag? people would sue them. there would not be one tumblr post.
i dont know what happened to op's friend who was missing pages, and you absolutely should back up your docs / transition them to another server anyway. but this is, like, textbook fearmongering. there is absolutely no reason to believe this is happening, let alone anywhere near the scale op's dramatizing will have you believe.
Clodsire goes to Round 1 and GAMBLES
"Superman."
"Ms. Lane."