If your gut reaction to this is "no it's not" I swear, I promise, that disappointing people, particularly disappointing people who have unrealistic, outdated, manipulative, or just plain wrong expectations of you, or versions of you in their head, is better than continually disappointing yourself. Signed, an inveterate people pleaser who FINALLY realized this and made my life almost immediately more authentic and fulfilling by acting upon it.
My least favorite things about anti- UBI discourse is always the techbros whining that "nobody is going to work anymore! People will just watch Netflix all day!" and I have 2 responses:
1) Who the fuck cares. Who the fuck cares what people do with their time! That's kind of the fucking point!
2) People aren't going to stop laboring. Housework (look, it's right there in the word!) will still need to be done. So will maintenance on our homes and personal spaces. Children will still need carers, as will the elderly and disabled. There are millions of examples of ~work~ that we do all the time, uncompensated, that won't suddenly stop because we aren't forced to sell our labor to provide corporation's profits.
I'm not surprised that what is traditionally women's work is invisible to these dipshits, but it never fails to anger me.
Field studies have been conducted in several countries now, and the result is always the same - people will just flop about for a couple of months to recover from the burnout most people who have a job live with, and then they look for something to do. Some get a job with reduced hours, and some start doing charitable stuff like volunteering in soup kitchens and teaching others to do whatever their particular skill is. They socialize more, they are happier, and on average, people will work more, not less.
But the thing is, employers suddenly have to think about how to make their jobs appealing enough for someone to come and do them! It's hard to find someone to work for you for long hours under horrible conditions, if they can just choose not to; which shows you how voluntary our current system actually is.
1. I once called a helpline close to Christmas and at the end of the call was told "call back any time you need to, even on Christmas day." When I said that I didn't want to make anyone work on Christmas, I was reminded that the helpline was purely voluntary and there would 100% be people volunteering their unpaid time on Christmas day.
2. While employed I did next to nothing on my off hours and occasionally came home too exhausted or upset to even work on any of my hobbies.
I am now in university with an assignment deadline that was due over the winter break, which I initially thought was unfair and effectively left me with only two weeks of me time which I thought would not be enough to actually get some rest.
One week into said fortnight and I'm bored out of my mind, making plans almost every day because just sitting at home playing video games or drawing isn't enough for me anymore, I have to go out and get things done.
Even I, a disabled guy who historically has become burned out in every part-time job I've had and am still uncertain if I'd ever survive a full time job, am willing to get out there and work when I have nothing to do and enough money to live on (more or less).
Pilots of UBI have consistently shown that the only people who tend to work less when they have guaranteed basic income are a) students and b) new parents. Everyone else works more or less the same amount of hours as they usually would, because as others have said already, people like having things to do! People like working! What they do not like is having their work exploited, which is what UBI will allow them to avoid; if their boss treats them like shit, they can just leave. They can pick and choose what jobs they go into and how many hours they work at those jobs.
Employers will be obliged to court potential employees and offer benefits to tempt people in, rather than workers having to crawl on their bellies and beg for whatever scraps we can get just to avoid starvation and homelessness and cling, white-knuckled, onto any job we can get, no matter how shitty it is. So naturally they hate it and don't want us to have it, lmao. They want us over a barrel, and every time you argue against UBI, you're doing their work for them. 💜
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Synopsis: The jet needs maintanence before you can get back to Quantico, so you decide to explore the local town in your new downtime
Tags/Warnings: Hotch/GN!Reader, fluff, pre-relationship, mistletoe kiss
Word Count: 890
For prompt "seasonal market" from my Winter Request Event
There was something special about being in a town that makes a big deal out of Christmas. Sure, you were on a case and you’d prefer to be at home in your own home, with your own bedsheets and your family local, but at least you could keep in the spirit of the season while you were working. As much as was appropriate anyway. For now, the case was closed, but there was some maintanence being done on the jet, so you had time to relax. Real downtime, in a new place, and of course your first suggestion had been to go to the local winter market.
Initially, you’d invited the entire time, after all it was so rare to have downtime together and you may as well stay together so you could all get to the jet once it was fixed up. Hotch had agreed to go with you first, and after that the others had all seemingly come up with other things to do. JJ wanted to chat more with the local PD and make sure everything was smoothed over, Spencer had a call with his mom planned that he didn’t want to miss, Emily was going to go wine shopping with Rossi. It was all a little strange, but you didn’t comment. Hotch was company enough for a trip to the market.
The wind was bitingly cold, whipping against your skin like a slap with each gust. It made your face sting, your fingers becoming stiffer. It wasn’t snowing currently, but snow had fallen in the prior days and still lingered at your feet. It only added to the atmosphere, in your opinion. Seeing the little wooden stalls covered in a thin layer of snow, the stall keepers wrapped up in scarves and gloves, breath escaping visibly. It all just felt like the holidays. Hotch walked beside you, seemingly unaffected by the weather, at least at first sight.
“Is there anything in particular you wanted to look at?” He asked, voice softer than it was when you were working, gentler, something reserved for the more peaceful moments.
“I just thought it would be nice to browse while we had free time.” You replied with a simple shrug, and Hotch hummed with a nod.
“Well, go ahead. I’ll follow your lead.” You browsed slowly, looking at the contents of each stall one by one. When you passed by a food stand, you both indulged in warm drinks to help fend against the weather. There was a myriad of sellers, and even some game stands (none of which either of you planned on playing, because they were a scam quite frankly). You also chose to indulge in buying yourself a hand made ornament for your tree back home, as a souvenir.
Your empty drinks were tossed out, and you sat on a bench watching locals ice skate, just to pass the time. It was nice, quiet, peaceful. And really fucking cold. You couldn’t help shuddering as the wind blustered by again, nipping gently at your nose as it passed.
“Are you cold?” Hotch asked, looking at you with brows slightly furrowed.
“Of course I am, it’s baltic out here.” You said back with a soft laugh.
“Is your coat not warm enough?”
“Apparently not.” He hummed with disapproval and reached to take one of your hands in his without hesitation, inspecting your fingers, and testing their warmth in his.
“Come here.” He said, softer even than before, but before you could ask what he meant, ‘come where?’ had been your first thought, he’d pulled your hand into his coat pocket alongside your own. You were stunned for a moment, staring at your hand in his pocket, then up at his face.
“Hotch-”
“Is that better?” He asked, his fingers wrapping gently around your smaller hand, encasing it in the warmth he’d managed to gather for himself. You blinked slowly, still processing, then laughed.
“Yeah, actually. For one hand anyway.” He raised a brow at your comment, then stood and pulled you with him. You didn’t have a chance to question him before he’d taken your other hand and sipped it into his other pocket, leaving the two of you chest to chest.
“And now both hands can be warm.”
It was such a simple statement for how intense the moment felt. You were so close that it wasn’t just your hands warming in his pockets, but also your chest against his, your face with his breaths against it. There was a moment where neither of you spoke, just staring at each other as your hearts thudded loudly, the noise of the market around you fading away until all you could hear was the beating of your own heart.
Then someone tapped your shoulder.
You turned in their direction to find a stranger, and when they pointed upwards, your stomach dropped. Surely not? But then you heard Hotch laugh, and you knew. You looked up, finding mistletoe above you. There was no way you were doing this.
“I suppose it is tradition.” Hotch said softly, and your eyes widened. He said nothing further, just looked at you with head slightly tilted, waiting for you to agree or turn him away.
“Just don’t tell HR.” You managed to joke, and when your lips pressed gently together, both of you were laughing.
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Synopsis: Ijichi has a rare morning off, so you spend it together
Tags/Warnings: Ijichi/GN!Reader, established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff
Word Count: 1,001
For prompt "lazy morning" from my Winter Request Event
In your humble opinion, there was simply nothing better than a lazy morning spent in bed relaxing as the sun streamed in through the windows and the birds chirped outside. Especially when that morning was spent with your fiance, who had nowhere to be until late afternoon, so you could hold him hostage in your shared bed for as long as you wanted. Ijichi, of course, wasn’t about to complain about that. A morning spent with you rather than taking ‘light hearted’ abuse from his coworkers and disrespect from the students of Jujutsu Tech was a morning more than well spent. You stretched out languidly, draping yourself half way across his body. It was cold outside, you could tell from the way frost had crawled its way along the frame of your bedroom window, but it was warm wrapped up in the sheets together.
“What if we just say here all day?” You asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Ijichi’s jaw, just to see the way he lightly flushed in response, as if he wasn’t entirely nude beside you after last night’s activites. It was precious to you, how after so long of being together it was still so easy to fluster him and make him shy, as if you weren’t engaged to be married.
“As much as I’d love to do that, you know I have work this afternoon. I have to drive the students somewhere.” He replied, and you sighed. You knew that, he was right, but that didn’t mean you wanted him to go. You had a rare day off at home, and you knew you should just be grateful to have the morning together.. but you were greedy.
“Which ones?” Came your next question, purely out of curiosity.
“Itadori. He’s still working independently right now.” It wasn’t really something you were supposed to know, but then you weren’t supposed to know about sorcerers and cursed spirits either. Ijichi was a horrible liar.
“So you’ll be seeing your precious Nanami as well?” You teased, trailing a finger over his cheekbone, following along with the spread of his blush higher up and to the tips of his ears.
“I do wish you wouldn’t call him that.”
“Because I’m right?”
Laughter together came easily. The two of you had known each other for a long time now, and there was nothing you couldn’t laugh at - including his persistent little man crush on Nanami Kento, who’d been his senior when he’d attended Jujutsu Tech for himself. Though, he’d been a very different man back then, or so you’d been told. Nanami occasionally came over for dinner, because you insisted, and it was nice to help him out when he was clearly so overworked. He always brought dessert, like a good guest.
“You do know that you’re far more precious to me, don’t you?” Ijichi asked after a moment, and you couldn’t help the instinct to press yourself up onto your elbow so you could look him in the face as you replied.
“Of course I do. You’ve made that more than clear since the day we first met,” you assured him, leaning in to share a sweet and gentle kiss, “I just like to tease.”
“I have noticed.” Came his dry response, and then the laughter began all over again.
When you padded through to the kitchen reluctantly, Ijichi not far behind, you could feel the season all around you. The lights strung across the room, the garland wrapped around the stupid pillar in the living room that you direly wanted to get rid of but it was ‘weight bearing’, the small tree set on the dresser because you didn’t quite have space for a full size tree. It was perfect because it was what you were able to put together yourselves, just the two of you.
You collected several slices of bread to start toasting them, Ijichi’s shirt draped over your body lazily. It hardly covered your ass, but you found that he certainly wasn’t complaining about that. When he joined you in the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, even though he had to bend slightly to do it. It was easy to lean back into his arms, to take the pleasure of being in his arms so freely, the comfort that came with the scent of his cologne and his warm palms against your thighs.
“I was looking for this shirt.” He mumbled after a moment, making you huff a soft laugh.
“Well, now you’ve found it.” You replied, lifting your hand to gently comb your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t argue with that, and he wouldn’t want to. Why waste time arguing about anything when he could just bask in the presence of you instead? It was just a shirt.
Breakfast was a quiet affair, sitting on the sofa with the seasonal fleece blanket pulled over you both, legs tangled together in a way that wasn’t even particularly comfortable and yet you refused to move. Seasonal music played on the TV quietly, adding to the gentle atmosphere.
“You know, I think you should invite Itadori for one of our dinners some time.” You decided after a moment, lifting your eyes from your toast to Ijichi.
“Itadori? Why?”
“Because you’re fond of him, and don’t try to tell me that you’re not. You wouldn’t take it well if he truly died for good, I know that you know that. And that’s as much about it being your responsibility to keep him safe as it is about your personal feelings on the kid.” You said with a raised brow and a small amused quirk of your lips.
“I suppose you’re right. I’ll pass the invitation on later today if you pick a date.”
“I’ll wait to host something until after the Good Will event, something tells me he’ll need it after that.” You said, turning your attention back to your breakfast.
“I think you might be right, dear.”
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And if other artists and authors want in on what they're seeing other artists and authors are doing, that's absolutely amazing and I want to see all of it always.
All that's needed is a tag to say "Hey, this is what I'm making them do," to which I will likely say "oh my [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] you actually used them and you ran with it!!!"
I saw something recently that said when we die our OCs die with us. If an OC moves you to want to create with them, please keep their ideas alive and their spirit active with me as your cheerleader by your side. My OCs are uplifting your OCs with love and friendship. Please keep creating. Your OCs are beautiful and are worthy of love.
the writers REALLY liked my artist resource post, so I thought i'd give y'all my dragon hoard of things i use for writing
Reverse Dictionary, you type in the meaning of a word, and it gives you a bunch of words that mean that. (MY MOST IMPORTANT OFFERING IN THIS LIST)
Slang Dictionary, what it says on the tin.
Anglish Translator, Anglish is if English evolved without borrowing from other languages and it really itches my brain (Anglish is if english grown without borrowing from other languages and it truly itches my brain)
Incorrect Quotes Generator, Put character names in, and incorrect quotes come out. Really fun way to goof around with your characters' dynamics.
Handspeak, an ASL dictionary
Library of Babel, Odds are, the finished version of your wip is in here somewhere
The best fantasy map maker i have ever used
Glitch Text Generator is one I use A Lot, does ť̷̨̢͓̤͔̤̤̝̺̯̄̔̄̌̄͗͒͋͂͋͝ḩ̵̼̜͍͚͕̏̓͊̈̉̆̄͐́͗͒̈̃̊̚͜i̵̻̐̇̎̏̀̋̌̃̇̿͘̚s̴̮̔̂̇͒͑͝͝ͅ to your text
Totally not bootleg microsoft office
Emotions Thesaurus a guide for writing emotions and their associated body language
Mythcreants, has a whole bunch of stuff you can read to learn more about the technical aspects of writing
A decent article talking about what to think about when creating a language
Trope Talks, particularly good for beginner and younger writers or people who have a hard time reading. Honestly this whole channel is a fantastic format to get information into my adhd rattled brain.
FOR MY AO3 BESTIES! Postimages will host your image forever so you can embed it into your work
Ambient Chaos, sometimes the only thing in the world that can kick your brain into writing mode is nuclear sirens and lofi beats
Radioooooo, play a station from any place and year. Particularly helpful for period pieces.
“That’s why it’s hard to make friends when you’re older,” she said. “Friendship is rude.”
Her friend’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Think about it! When we’re kids we decide who we like and stick by them no matter what. As adults, we’re taught to be polite.
But, friendship is an imposition— at least, I want it to be. Call me after nine o’clock. Don’t think you’ll ever wear out your welcome. Overshare, show up at my door, go to the grocery store with me so we can waste another hour chatting.
We’ll never be friends if we spend all of our energy trying not to bother each other.”
After this post about Google automatically enrolling everyone into their AI program (including reading Google docs), I realised that many people may not be aware that there are actually very, very good alternatives to using Google docs – although what they can do for you varies.
So, since I’ve over the years tested quite a lot of different applications for usefulness in writing fanfic, I thought I’d share some of my experiences here. The link list below will be expanded as I continue writing more pieces, so keep checking here.
Part 1: LibreOffice Writer
Part 2: Zettelkasten
Part 3: LaTeχ
Part 4: Markdown
Part 5: Obsidian
Note: I updated some of the posts with screenshots of the interfaces for illustration purposes. You might want to reblog those again.
oopsie i tripped and spilled my link to archive dot org's downloadable copy of Microsoft office suite for 2007, which features no AI tools and is a powerful word processor that still holds up just fine on windows 10!
Went to the Aboriginal artifact exhibit in Chicago. And it’s interesting. How many blankets and masks and totem poles say ‘unknown source’, because every five seconds my mom would stop and point to something and say. “Pauline’s grandmother made that,” or, “That belongs to Mike’s family, I should call him” because. It’s all stolen
“These artifacts were excavated by archaeologists from a burial site in the 1970’s. The remains were returned for reinterment” Okay cool, cool cool. So you just, like. Dug up the grave of a respected family member, stripped them naked, mailed their body back to their family and kept everything they were lovingly put to rest in. Like a graverobbing bastard
Reminds me of the time when of the elders from my hometown started touching a totem pole in the Museum of Anthropology out at UBC and got yelled at by the staff, only to tell him that the pole had been stolen off of the front of her bighouse when she was ten years old.
Museum collectors did the equivalent of kidnapping a family member when they were away fishing.
The Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act requires all institutions that receive federal funding to repatriate remains and artifacts so if you can identify the source of something on display absolutely get a hold of that institute’s repatriation office
people (my friends) are always like do you want updates on my fanfic? is sending pics of my dog annoying? am i sending too many videos? you could send me an eight minute voice message of complete silence and i would listen to the whole thing without complaint and with joy and love in my heart. don't fuck with me. ily
