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Hi. This is my big obligatory, “I’m leaving post”. So important information first so I don’t waste anyone’s time.
I’m keeping this blog up as an archive and because I want to, just because. I’ve spent many years, the whole of the last decade, on this website and it’s hard to destroy it completely. I have stories I haven’t fully uploaded to my archive of our own, so I plan to do that at some point.
I want to write stories still and I hope to do that on my ao3. If you care about that stuff, it’s here on the blog still and the ao3 account is just my classicaloid fanfiction but that’s gonna change sometime soon. For now, though, all the old stuff will be here.
I have a twitter, it’s bad but hit it up sometime if you want.
Thank you to everyone who I’ve come to know over the years. I made a lot of friends here. I did art trades and gifts and submitted something for a zine and worked on fandom theories and fanfiction and I was even a Tumblr meme for a minute! I’ve done so many amazing things on this site. I’m glad I got to experience almost a full decade with this site. I’m glad this site helped me find words and phrases that helped me understand my identity better than I would have done if I was alone.
Below I talk about why I’m leaving and I do want some people to understand: I may be done with Tumblr but I’m still very grateful for some of the wonderful things that have happened to me on this site.
Alright, that’s basically it if you want to continue scrolling.
If you want to know my reasons, keep reading.
Alright so I’m done. I’m just done. It’s 2020, I’m 26 years old, and I’m really tired.
Tumblr has brought me a million wonderful things and a million and one awful things. I always felt like being on this website, after a certain point, was like a balancing act. Things stayed fun even as shit within the site got worse. Before it was the site just being a broken mess, and it was so fun to poke fun and make memes and feel connected to people when I first started. Things were dumb or “cringy” but I was young, that’s what being young is like. You do dumb and “cringy” things because you’re finding out who you are in a world that is rapidly changing and evolving around you. Looking at old posts, a lot of this blog had happened before my life took a spiraling nose dive for a few years. There are posts before I lost my apartment, my biological father, my grandfather, and our old car. There’s posts from before I moved six different times in one year and went through the worst living experiences of my life. Yes, they are embarrassing and awkward but I remember having fun here, when the scariest thing I was dealing with was wondering what college I was going to go to when I graduated from high school.
A decade later and the site still goes buggy but I’m not feeling very connected to people, or maybe I feel too connected in the worst ways with people. Everything just feels like….like I’m back at highschool. There’s a level of dread I get when I see drama popping up, there’s a level of exhaustion I feel when I see the “controversies” pop up, and there’s just a level of how fed up I am with the way things are run around here. I’m graduating (finally) from college this year and I come back to Tumblr and feel like I’m seventeen again, worried about saying the wrong thing or liking the wrong thing and being overly miserable and like----it’s just very silly.
I’m not happy. I’m not a happy person by nature, or at least I’m not anymore. I created this blog hoping to share the way I felt or things I liked, but I wanted Tumblr to be something that brought me joy. But it doesn’t. Not anymore.
I wanted one place where I could be happy and, for a time, that used to be Tumblr believe it or not. Now it’s the opposite. It’s the one of the few places that bring me down hard. I am thankful for the times Tumblr made me happy, made me feel I was going strong with people who were all connected just because we were all passionate about the same thing. But those times feel like they’ve faded over time, just pockets of that same feeling pop up for just a brief moment before they’re gone again. Maybe that’s just what happens sometimes. Maybe it was always supposed to happen like this.
I’ve been feeling this way for a long while, but I’ve been with this website since 2011. I joined in October of that year and I didn’t want to say goodbye.
But I’m tired. I’m really, really, really tired. And I’m done feeling this bad about it.
So long, it’s been really fun. Thank you for the ride, but I’m catching the next bus out.
Me: Alternate option: you endure ten minutes of my best puns or give me the treasure.
Sphynx: (smug) Foolish human, you have doomed yourself. I am the king of verbal sparring. Begin.
Me: Okay, but you don’t know the catastrophe you’ve brought down on your head.
Sphynx: ….Was that a cat pun.
Me: It’s pawsible.
Sphynx: Because I am part feline.
Me: I would be lion if I said no.
Sphynx: (eye twitch) I thought you said these were your best puns.
Me: These are purrfect puns! Don’t throw a hissy fit just because you inclawrectly infured a claws in the agreement. I gave you an oppurrtunity and you pounced on it, so you can’t say the game’s unpharaoh now. And if you were half the man you think you are, you wouldn’t be in deNile about the Tutuncommon supurriority of my puns. You’re kitten yourself if you thought I’d just Moses on into your stomach without a catfight. Are you scarab yet? Because I can tail these till the great river runs dry–
Sphynx: Oh my Ra stop stop stop here just take it!!!
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How To Deal With Goblins
How To Work With Fairies
Trump won't stop tearing up official papers so the White House archives employ a staff to tape them back together for the National Archives
Trump is notorious for his “filing system”: when he is finished with a piece of paper, he tears it into tiny pieces and throws it away, which is fine if you’re a CEO (maybe), but is radioactively illegal under the Presidential Records Act, because the President works for the public, and is required by law to archive their official papers and save them for public scrutiny.
White House staffers gave up on trying to explain this to Trump, who just kept on tearing up everything, from official letters from Senators to letters from constituents to notes and other paperwork.
The staffers – paid nearly $70,000 year – ended up with full-time jobs retrieving scraps of paper from Trump’s trash-can and piecing them back together with clear tape so they can be filed in the National Archives. Some of these staffers were eventually fired; they’ve spoken to Politico about their year in the Trump administration as paper-tapers.
Just because you’ve been fantasizing about them forever doesn’t mean that in their eyes, you’re anything more than a very creepy stranger sexually harassing them
Same goes for YouTube, Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook comments on their accounts. If you’d be uncomfortable if a stranger came up to you on the street and said it, don’t post that shit. Keep your lusting to Tumblr posts, out of the main tags.
I can feel that 2020 is going to change my life for the better and that i’m going to be in a new direction. I can’t even describe it, I just have a gut feeling that i’m going to meet people and be in the right place at the right time for the circumstances that are divinely timed just for me. overwhelmed with good thoughts and hopes for what is to come
Update (January 2020): The case is going to federal Supreme Court, but date has not yet been announced.
Update (August 2019): The case might be going to the federal Supreme Court of Canada because the BC government is appealing the decision.
As long as we’re talking about southern mountain caribou, decolonization, and the Sinixt people, a British Columbia court ruling from May 2019 involving a Sinixt man essentially means that the Sinixt may now cross the international border for cultural practices. But the case also paved the way for another historically significant change: the Canadian government wrongfully declared the Sinixt people “extinct” in 1956, but the outcome of this case may have laid the legal groundwork for formal recognition of the Sinixt people once again.
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The Canadian government declared the Sinixt people “extinct” in 1956, despite the relatively large area of land inhabited by Sinixt people and despite Sinixt people living as registered members of US confederated tribes and living among other Canadian First Nations. [The Sinixt are often referred to in settler-colonial texts as the “Lakes tribe.”]
This legal situation began in October 2010, when Rick Desautel - a member of Lakes Tribe of the Colville Confederated Tribes, in northeastern Washington near Spokane - shot an elk near Castelgar in British Columbia. Since he was technically a US citizen, BC officials charged him with hunting without a license and hunting without being a resident. Desautel argues that the elk hunt was permissable because it occurred on traditional Sinixt land - a land which crosses the US-Canada border.
From a My Northwest article about the latest victory in the case, from May 2019:
That’s when the Colville Tribes decided to pursue a legal strategy to help reestablish the Sinixt in Canada and secure rights afforded recognized First Nations in that country. “So when the Tribal Council says, ‘We’ll go do this and we’ll start a court case,’ and they asked me if I wanted to be the test case, I said I would sure love to be the test case,” Desautel said. “My ancestry goes really deep into the Sinixt part of the country there.” […]
Since he had agreed to be a test case for the Colville Tribe to try and change the law via the courts in Canada, Desautel notified game authorities in British Columbia about what he had done. [End quote.]
[Map from Sinixt Nation online.]
From a PRI article (14 September 2019):
For him, it was also a protest. “I knew for a fact that if somebody didn’t start this, it never going to get going,” Desautel says. “So, when I was asked if I wanted to start this, I said, ‘Sure, I’ll come up here and kick up a little dust and see what happens here.’” On March 27, 2017, a court in British Columbia acquitted Desautel of charges related to illegal hunting. According to the judge, Desautel was exercising an aboriginal right that stretches back thousands of years.
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Desautel was acquitted in this trial, but despite the initial 2017 court victory, the case went into appeals. A second appeal hearing was held in Vancouver in September 2018. [Which you can read about here.]
Desautel and other Indigenous activists celebrated yet another appeals victory in May 2019. From the My Northwest article:
The decision last week by the B.C. Court of Appeal to uphold this decision is another significant legal victory, and it means that what Rick Desautel did [crossing the international border to engage in cultural practices] isn’t considered illegal anymore. More importantly for other Sinixt people, it may also mean that the Sinixt First Nation (also known as the Arrow Lakes Band) – which was deemed extinct by the Canadian government in 1956 on dubious contentions that the Sinixt people had dispersed and moved away from their homelands – might be officially recognized again.
Excerpts from B!ll Metcalfe for Nelson Star, 29 December 2019:
The Supreme Court of Canada agreed this year [2019] to hear the provincial government’s appeal of a Sinixt hunting case that has been in the news for several years. The result will have major implications for the Sinixt and for aboriginal rights across the country.
Successive judges in the B.C. Provincial Court, B.C. Supreme Court and B.C. Court of Appeal have all ruled that Richard Desautel, a Sinixt man living in Washington state, had an aboriginal right to hunt an elk […]
Sinixt traditional territory straddles the U.S.-Canada border. The federal government declared the Sinixt extinct in Canada in 1956. As a result, the Sinixt, most of whom live in Washington state, have no rights, status, or citizenship north of the border.
But the court decisions in the Desautel case state the Sinixt are legitimately aboriginal people under the Constitution of Canada.
In response to each court defeat, the provincial government, which originally charged Desautel with hunting as a non-resident and without a licence, appealed to a higher court only to lose each time.
If the Supreme Court of Canada court sides with the Sinixt, their extinct status could be overturned, according to their lawyer, Mark Underhill. In fact, he says it has already been overturned.
“The evidence is that this was their territory, that is a proven fact now,” he told the Star in October, referring to the B.C. Court of Appeal decision currently under appeal. “The extinction declaration is done, it is history, from our point of view. So it disappointing to have the provincial government continue to fight this.” The date of the hearing at the Supreme Court of Canada has not been announced.
nazism is illegal in germany. using nazi greetings and flying nazi flags is illegal in germany. why isnt the kkk unconstitutional in america. why arent white hoods and white supremacist propaganda illegal here. why.
star wars fuckery to english glossary: the reader’s digest version
the star wars universe has no official name but in fandom you’ll see it shortened to GFFA for “galaxy far, far away”
glass - transparisteel
metal used in construction - durasteel
very strong space-plastic (used in stormtrooper armor) - duraplast
tablet computer (analogous to a PADD in trek) - datapad
rather than paper, handwriting is usually done with a stylus on flimsiplast (flimsi/flimsy for short)
holos are 3-d videos or videomessages, recorded and played on a holoprojector (these are often seen in small formats, palm-sized - analogous to like. a GoPro.)
we don’t drive cars, we drive landspeeders or speeder bikes
we don’t shoot guns, we shoot blasters
if you didn’t bring a knife to a gun fight, you perhaps brought a vibroblade instead - an edged weapon that, you guessed it, vibrates. little ones could be called vibroshivs or vibroknives. we actually got to see polearm versions of these in The Mandalorian! it was very exciting.
robots in GFFA are, of course, droids. astromech droids (astromechs) are the like. iphones of the droid world - ubiquitous, multipurpose, most with a similar aesthetic. R2-D2 and BB-8 are both astromech droids. human-shaped droids like C-3P0 are protocol droids.
got a papercut? a nasty flesh wound? a missing chunk of your torso, perhaps? slap a bacta-patch on it or take a dip in a bacta tank for a soothing treatment with this all-purpose miracle healing goo. this is what diapered Luke is bobbing around in during the early part of Empire Strikes Back.
you’re supposed to say kriff/kriffing instead of “damn,” “shit,” or “fuck/fucking,” but this is for cowards. let Obi-Wan cuss.
midichlorians - ignore them.
before the Empire comes to power, baby jedi who can’t hack it as knights or are never chosen to be Padawan apprentices become members of the Service Corps, the branches of which are the Agricultural Corps (AgriCorps), Medical Corps (MedCorps), Educational Corps (EduCorps), Exploration Corps (ExplorCorps)
dates are expressed (typically) as [date] Before the Battle of Yavin (BBY) or [date] After the Battle of Yavin (ABY). for instance, the sequel trilogy begins in 34 ABY.
and, yes: that famous cantina tune from Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes is in a musical style called jizz. because star wars is incredibly stupid.
Like, annoyance and disinterest and anger are normal human emotions, but we’ve created this weird culture where you’re only allowed to have bad feelings about things if it’s for some righteous cause.
And instead of taking that (deeply flawed and unhealthy, mind you) notion and maybe… I don’t know, learning to manage negative feelings that aren’t productive, people have just decided that it means that any time they don’t like something, they have to find some grand, noble justification for their dislike.
But you really, really don’t. Someone can be kind and good and still annoy the fuck out of you. You’re allowed to think a show sucks even if it isn’t problematic. It’s literally fine.
Also, it’s possible to determine that you don’t like a thing, that you may even have very good reasons not to like that thing, and to simultaneously accept that it has value for other people. That a character who reminds you of that bossy mean girl from seventh grade may remind someone else of their big sister who always stood up for them. That an ending which is traumatizing for you may be cathartic to someone else. In a way, it’s like an allergy. “This is not for me” doesn’t have to mean “this is not for anyone”.
