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Facebook getting a little too real with their targeted advertising.

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I just realised the opening movie in Fantasy Life is set before you even move into Pam's attic. It took me long enough.

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I found some comics today that I drew up when I was 12. This is one panel of the first one I read. Girl forgot her lunch, next minute she's dead!

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I tend to be intensely suspicious toward people or objects that make me feel things, and I become even more so when there are two and my dog likes both.

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If I was honest during those video applications for jobs

"My tablet can't hear shit, so I've prerecorded and edited my heartfelt speech, hidden my earbuds as well as is humanly possible, and lip-synced this whole thing terribly, such that this could be uploaded on youtube as a vlog, and no one would blink. Speaking of blinking - I can't. This recording device and your patriarchal views of what makes a woman look 'put together' have forced me to plaster my face with slap. I hate slap. Now, please let me work in your makeup department."

[ravena-she-wrote]

Person: I’m depressed. Tumblr user: Says the white cis boy

Depression doesn’t give a flying fuck who you are, asshole.

[narc0tixx]

This needs more notes.

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I don't know how to feel right now. I am very conflicted. This is what happens when I get enough sleep to function properly - thinking.

[writerswritecompany]

[cheshirelibrary]

How To Tell If You Are In A High Fantasy Novel

[via The Toast]

The Elders would like a word with you.

The Ritual is about to begin.

Something that has not happened in a thousand years is happening.

You are going to the City. There is only one City. It is only said with a capital C. No one needs to bother saying the name of the City. It is the City.

Certain members of the Council are displeased with your family’s recent actions.

A bard is providing occasional comic relief; no one hired or invited him and his method of earning a living is unclear.

The High Priest is not to be trusted.

Someone is eating an apple mockingly.

There is one body of water. It is called the Sea. The Great Sea, if you are feeling fancy.

You live in a region with no major exports, no centralized government, no banking system, a mysteriously maintained network of roads, and little to no job training for anyone who is not a farmer.

You have red hair. You wear it in a braid. Your father was a simple man, and you don’t remember much about him – he died when you were so young – but you remember his strong hands, as he fished or carpentered or whatever it was that he used to do with them.

You’re going to have to hurry, or you’re going to miss the Fair – and you never miss the Fair.

There is trouble at the Citadel.

Your full name has at least one apostrophe in it.

It is the first page, and you are already late for something. Your mother affectionately chides you as you gulp down a few spoonfuls of porridge; she will be dead by page forty-two.

There are two religions in your entire universe. One is a thinly veiled version of Islam. It is only practiced by villains. The other is “being a Viking.” You are a Viking.

There are new ways in the land that threaten the Old Way. Your grandmother secretly practices the Old Way, as do all of the people of the hills.

The real trouble began the day you arrived at court. Every last nobleman hides a viper in his smile. How you long for the purity of life in your village, which is currently on fire or something.

[kite-rusuke-deactivated20170926]

Similar to how I regularly feel around friends and family recently…

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Time for my two cents, for anyone reading this who is having trouble supporting/comforting someone close to them who is feeling a bit shit recently. I’ve spent a lot of time practicing, trust me. In my opinion and experience (emphasis on MINE), most people who are depressed and/or have issues that a chewing at them just want to vent, and have someone say, “I just heard what you said. I listened. It’s off your chest now.”  Basically, they want some sort of acknowledgment from you that you heard them. It’s just like when something good happens to you. How would you feel if your friend just sort of shrugged it off? You’re most likely not trying to get a full fledged conversation out of winning $10 on a scratchie, for example. A simple, “Cool!” would do for most people. However, if you just gave birth to the most precious little angel in the world, or married the most handsome/beautiful soul in the known Universe you’d probably feel a bit slighted if your ‘friend’ ignored your good news. You may even question if that ‘friend’ is really a friend at all (or if they’re schizoid - always a possibility). The same thing goes for people experiencing major obstacles in their life. They want to know you are there. They’re not expecting you to become their personal therapist; they may not even WANT to be telling you what they’re telling you (trust me, talking to a person about personal issues when you know they may not be interested at all is one of the worst feelings you can experience in a first world country). Sometimes, what’s boiling inside refuses to be contained, the only option being to let it out. Whether that feeling is one of joy or sorrow, it’s the same. You talk about it, words streaming out of your mouth in a dizzy rush, and try to suppress the feeling that the person sitting in front of you doesn’t care for just a few moments...and then you’re done. They say something to acknowledge the comments - perhaps you have a discussion, if you really do need more help, and then your mind will be clearer for a while. I know that personally, I give a lot of advice to people. They don’t always follow it, and sometimes it doesn’t suit them, but I give it because I want them to know I am present, and that I can help, even if it is only a few stumbled words and a pat on the back. And, being a person with feelings, sometimes I would like to get the same thing back. I’m stubborn, and I know I have issues with underestimating the situations I’m in until they’re too much to bear. I also get really excited when I have something to say, good or bad. I stumble and stutter over my words a lot, so it’s hard for me to get the courage to talk to others. I always feel like I’m deficient in that respect. HOWEVER, exciting news, or something to moan about always gets me past my initial insecurities. Why is this important? Because sometimes moaning is just that - moaning. You want the matter off your chest, and a simple nod and “I here ya,” from your friend is enough. Anyway, enough rambling from me! TL;DR - Think about when you have good news to share. Think about your future struggles. Would you want these shrugged off by someone you trust simply because they were afraid of giving you the ‘wrong’ answer? If someone is in such a predicament that your real and true opinion would only upset them further, there is an easy way to compromise. Cushion the blow, but get your thoughts in there anyway. There is ALWAYS neutral ground, and there is ALWAYS a way to bend words to your will. If someone is having money troubles that are keeping them down, for example, but you KNOW they spend a lot of money on unneeded clothing to keep up with the Jones’, why not reply with, “Yes, bills are so expensive these days. I could hardly afford to clothe myself, but recently I’ve taken to going to op shops. They’re amazing! Clothes that are only a few months old for $5! People think they’re full of dowdy old grandma stuff, but I swear. We should totally go to one next time you’re in town. I know this wonderful one on Cram St. that takes unsold dresses straight from Charlotte’s Boutique! I know how much you love that place.” How much better does that sound than, “Stop buying so much frilly shit,”, “You spend too much,”, “I can’t help you,”, or even “Bills are bills. You’ve got to pay them. They should be your top priority.”.   Basically, care, acknowledge and divert. I don’t know where I’m going with this anymore. Goodnight people! 

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Someone’s about to get a very nice surprise (based on what I’ve heard about them), and I really hope it makes their day. These are (as you can see) a collection of Ultra Rare Yu-Gi-Oh cards (minus the Blue-Eyes, and the Victory Dragon, which is Secret Rare). I like Yu-Gi-Oh. I like the cards. I’ve played the game once, and...I could see myself getting into it, but mainly, I like the cards. Since I don’t use them, however, I didn’t think it was practical, nor particularly fair to keep them, considering all the major changes that are occurring in my life at the moment. However, I wanted them to go to a good home. I’ve had these cards since I was 14 (the rarer ones came from Shonen Jump! and the Blue-Eyes is something I picked up off the ground). I also have a Dark Magician a friend gave me after my niece (devastatingly) ripped and drowned my 1st Edition card. I’m keeping that one, because it means a lot to me - even more than my Wicked set. Moving on, I was hesitant to donate these straight to a charity store because who knows what would happen to them? Being the geeky person I am, I wanted some control over where these particular pieces of coloured paper would go, and an idea of how they would be treated. So I asked my Facebook friends if they knew anyone who would like them. Surprisingly, one of them did. They are now to be a gift to their significant other. I feel so relieved knowing they will be going to a good home, and although they’ll always have a place in my heart, I’m glad I was able to get them to someone who will use them.  **Although, I must say, The Wicked Dreadroot was having none of it. It took me several minutes to unstick the card from an Aqua Soldier after I found it hiding in the Duel Masters stack I am yet to donate. I almost kept it for myself, but I didn’t want the Wicked cards to be separated.**   Upsie

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This is what a 10 minute rough draft now looks like from me. I barely had to redo anything, and whilst the design is simple, it at least looks how I wanted it to look (a cross of the art style in Princess Knight, and my own style). I don’t think mouse art will ever be as good looking from me as hand drawn art is, but it’s getting easier, and I’m growing more effective and efficient in the use of one, so I’m happy. Happy as can be.  

[goodmourningmedia]

OPEN CALL FOR WRITERS: Unconventional Love

This is an open call for “Unconventional Love”; an anthology of short romantic fiction that revolves around attending a convention. The convention does not need to be limited to fan-based franchises, it can be anything from a work convention, to an alien abductee support convention.

Any story containing copyrighted characters and real life persons are not permitted. Blatant spoofs on preexisting franchises or real like people are permitted.

All gender pairings, sub-genre, and content rating are accepted for this book, but the main theme has to be romance and a convention setting. The word limit is a 15,000 word maximum with no minimum word count.

Authors will retain the copyright to their work, receive $30.00USD for accepted works, and receive a free paperback copy of the book upon publication. Authors from all over the world and from any age group (under the age of 18 is accepted) are invited to submit their stories. The submission deadline is August 31, 2015.

Please email all submissions in Word format to [email protected] . Feel free to email any questions to the same address.

[victorywhiskeyjuliet]

This sounds like fun! ofloversandliars, ryanvoid, keikocarahacus maybe? 

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NOTED

[embfitz]

When you feel unable to write, instead of trying some behavioral approach, like forcing yourself to write every day, consider instead trying to figure out who in your past has tried to silence you, and what liberation there might be in telling them to go fuck themselves – which is what the act of writing is. I don’t know a single writer who didn’t feel significantly silenced in their youth, and it’s that early silencing, I’m convinced, that shuts some of us down. Most of us don’t fail to write because we have bad habits. We fail to write because we aren’t sure that we are entitled to. Figuring out if that’s true of you can be a big step. And then getting angry is the next healthy step… Then write something down.

“The ‘Unfinished’ Stuff,” an Interview with Robin Black (via embfitz)

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Depression and anxiety do not equal a negative outlook on life, sorry to say. Every psychologist out there seems to think I hate my life, and that just gets me down.

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Completed another puzzle, this time all the pieces were there :)

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This also, because I helped. And by helped, I mean hijacked.

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don't you hate how misogynistic and horrible it is that they gave samus high heels in smash bros? it doesnt make sense and it is impractical as fuck

[ranakanth]

Sorry, no. Until there are men in speedos, or something equally sexist and ridiculous on the other side, “it’s a fucking video game” is the worst cop-out in history.  The same dudebros who hide behind “it’s a video game” would be the first ones complaining if there was something even vaguely homosexual or if the men were in something emasculating. Samus in armor is fine. Samus in the hyper-sexualized zero suit is sexism, plain and simple, I don’t give a damn how you rationalize it.

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[puncheverythingthatmoves-deacti]

Fun fact: In Wakfu, the default male Osamodas outfit (second picture) is actually LESS clothing than the default female Osamodas outfit.