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descole-dead

Tintin remembers what comes after 15.

drtanner

FUCKING HELL IT’S BACK FROM LAST YEAR

descole-dead

This literally gets reblogged every 15th of the month. It’s almost two years old. It’s beautiful.

descole-dead

listen up ya’ll this post is 6 years old now and you’re still reblogging it. every month. once a month, my notifications blow up for this one video, but only until the 16th. then the notes on this vid completely stop. it’s so eerily spot on and impressive how you just all collectively know what to do. if I’m not online, people irl still remind me that it’s the 15th. thank you for six surreal years of me wondering if I completely fucking lost it. here’s to the 15th

aboardthescheherazade

Ten years of celebrating the 15th, everyone

descole-dead

HAPPY 10 YEARS OF THE 15TH, EVERYONE. I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS IS STILL HAPPENING.

realgoogleclassroom

over 12 years of this!

thegoopershome

EVERYBODY GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15!

dduane

Reunited swan couple after one's been in a treatment center for a while. (via @gunsnrosesgirl3 over at That Other Place)

neahs-trying

tanoraqui

basically I think that if your protagonist doesn’t want to fuck someone so bad it makes them look stupid, then there probably isn’t enough energy in your story. “Fuck someone” isn’t literal btw—they can want to uncover the secrets of their parent’s death, they can want to prove their worth, they can want a donut from one particular bakery—it can be anything so long as they want it so bad that they’ll make decisions that make any sane person go “are you a moron??”, with little to no forethought, or even tons of forethought and this is still the option they chose. Because they want to fuck that thing so bad.

bigfan1811

wait isn’t that just giving your characters a motivation???

tanoraqui

You’d be surprised at how many people fail to give their characters motivation, and so write a story that’s less good than it could be.

It’s surprisingly easy to come up with an incredibly cool plot and characters without giving the characters enough motivation to make it actually compelling enough to read or even write. If you have a cool af idea that you somehow just can’t bring yourself to write, ask yourself what the main character wants, and how is that driving their decisions?

They need to want it so bad that it makes them look stupid. They need to impulse-buy a half-broken spaceship by mortgaging radioactive land, because they’re just that desperate to prove themselves more than a discarded scrap of a far greater history. They need to want their home and their people safe so much that they’ll risk their own soul to march across hundreds of miles of unknown and terrible danger to throw a cursed ring into a volcano. They need to love someone so much, and need them to know it, that they’ll blurt it out in the middle of a press conference or royal ball, or surrounded by enemies with a garrote at their throat or about to be frozen in carbonite or in the middle of a storm-tossed sea battle between pirates, British Navy, and the undead—or, they need to love someone so much that they’ll swear fealty to an evil emperor and kill a bunch of friends and children for the power to save them. They need to be so balls-to-the-wall insane in at least one regard that the plot isn’t just happening to them, they are in some way causing the plot.

Also keep in mind! When it comes to character development, “WANT” is NOT the same as “NEED”! Sometimes a character knows what’s good for them, what will truly often make them happy, but more often they don’t. They want the acclaim and adoration of the crowds, but really they need the recognition, acceptance or love of one particular person—and maybe that person is their own self. They want to avenge the loss of their loved one, but really they need to accept the loss and move on. A refusal to accept what they need is usually going to get in the way of what they want—and sometimes they figure it out just in time to go forward and climactically achieve their goal, or maybe they double down on their character flaws in a classic display of Greek tragedy!

dan-mcneely-deactivated20210328

also while im waiting for my tea to steep, since im petty, and they cant fire me any more than they already have i can tell you about the Button That Makes You Lie To People because i CANNOT stop thinking about it and its driving me fucking nuts

i worked at a fancy gourmet coffee shop, but not everyone who came in knew that or cared, so we’d occasionally get ppl who got all their coffee knowledge from starbuckses. starbuckae? starbukakke

anyway sbux has this thing where they’re literally just wrong about what they call some drinks. for example, a cappuccino is traditionally a double shot of espresso with milk foam, like a few sips of drink, but at starbucks the smallest possible “cappuccino” is 8oz and espresso with that much milk? is really just a bastard latte.

but to explain that to someone who doesnt know better takes time, and there a line forming, and a latte… is close enough to what someone who thinks of a cappuccino as a 16oz drink is expecting. so if someone asked for a “large cappuccino” we were instructed to go “okay :)”, plug in a large latte, and then, before they could see, scroll down to the secret buttons, the forbidden buttons, the deceit buttons, and press the one called “cappuccino”, in “quotes”, which would not only put a cappuccino on their receipt, but would send a message to the barista, across the room, who would then make a latte, see the pink “cappuccino” indicator, and go

“large cappuccino? :)”

and i just, like, that’s just, i love how, food is made up and not real

spicymancer

Roll for initiative.

everythingfox

Need this as my ringtone

clouds-of-wings

aerialsquid

"A rare photo of a telecom technician hatching. He even still has parts of the eggshell on his head."

brucebocchi

whydidisavethistomyphone

Tactical reloading of things that don’t need tactical reloads

taraljc

I lost it at the toaster and couldn't make it past the smoke detector before reblogging

h0ped3lusion

This is so satisfying to watch—

baddywronglegs

For more where that came from

sidecast-text

incredibly elaborate bit me and @iclimbtreestofeelalive came up with while i was playing pokemon Y iii couldn't pick if i should put this on the art blog but whateverr hello if you scrolled down this far sorry for the long post okay i love you

headspace-hotel

In the future, children will think our ways are strange. "Why do old people always grow so much milkweed in their gardens?" they'll say. "Why do old people always write down when the first bees and butterflies show up? Why do old people hate lawn grass so much? Why do old people like to sit outside and watch bees?"

We will try to explain to them that when we were young, most people's yards were almost entirely short grass with barely any flowers at all, and it was so commonplace to spray poisons to kill insects and weeds that it was feared monarch butterflies and American bumblebees would soon go extinct. We will show them pictures of sidewalks, shops, and houses surrounded by empty grass without any flowers or vegetables and they will stare at them like we stared at pictures of grimy children working in coal mines

headspace-hotel

We will be feeding our grandchildren strawberries and raspberries we grew in our gardens, dragging them along to the farmers' markets for tomatoes and eggs and goats milk and pickles and pecans and salsa and sunflower seed butter and jars of honey, as they complain and drag their feet because Gramma always stands around talking to people for like an HOUR

and we will say "When I was YOUR age, fruits and vegetables came from a supermarket and they were bred to get shipped 1000 miles in a truck and sit on shelves for weeks, and they tasted so sour and watery it was like eating paper compared to these ones. It wasn't even legal in some places to grow your own food"

and they will roll their eyes like yeah yeah just because everything was miserable in the 20s doesn't mean I have to have a smile on my face standing in the hot sun while you listen to that one guy talk about his bees FOREVER

But they will go, because there might be baby goats.

headspace-hotel

Since I made this post, dozens and dozens of people have left tags telling me that it was the first thing today that made them want to continue living, that it was the first thing that made them consider that they might be okay years in the future, that they might grow old, that it was the first and only post of its kind they'd ever seen—the first post that boldly predicts a future where we make it.

And many other people have been just spitting, foaming at the mouth fucking FURIOUS. How dare I have the audacity to imagine a future where things get better?

Don't I know how BAD things are? Am I not aware of the TERROR and DEVASTATION of climate change and fascism and biodiversity loss? How dare someone be so bold, so callous, as to imagine something other than misery and suicide. How dare someone suggest it will get better. How dare a person propose that there is a future where we will be okay, in the face of so much terror. Hasn't she seen the abyss opening its jaws before us?

Well? What do you think?

Do you think I've seen the abyss?

cuntyjugheadfromriverdale

the idea that there is hope for the future is the only way we have this kind of future.

there were kids who stayed inside because of the black plague and went on to help cure it.

there were women who sat at home and cleaned the house and dreamt up a world where they could vote and have jobs.

there were kids in the mines who thought up a life outside of it. there were children who hid in annexes and wrote a diary where they prayed for a future without a terrible man in control

there were slaves who wanted freedom so badly and had hope that it would get better

there were gay people who hid in the corners of clubs and fought back for a future where they could walk down the street together

do you know what all of that has in common? they had hope that things would get better and they made that change. they looked at the world in its cruel ways and fought back.

so now, there are kids and teenagers and young adults and new adults who dream of a world so beautiful and the only amazon their grandchildren know is the rainforest

and it is in everything we do that we find this hope. wishing on dandelions, counting the stars, making our own clothes out of crochet or knit or sewing it, watching the sunset, going to the farmer’s market, feeding the birds, planting seeds.

step by step, we dream up, like our ancestors before us, a beautiful world

headspace-hotel

THE ONLY AMAZON OUR GRANDCHILDREN WILL KNOW IS THE RAINFOREST

eagle-writes

The only Amazon our grandchildren will know is the rainforest. @lesbiangingerjughead

Ink: Diamine Tranquility

Request by @bernoullis-quaver

tgirl-thucydides

cowinatrenchcoat

It's so, SO important to share success stories like this. I know an actual JPL engineer who doesn't believe in climate change because, "you never hear about acid rain anymore."

He thinks climate change can be lumped in with acid rain and the ozone layer of "things that were overblown and not really important because no one talks about it anymore."

It didn't even occur to him that we actively fixed the problem. Here's the EPA page on acid rainfall.

From the page:

It's also important to talk about success stories tonfuel hope that we can overcome current and future conservation and environmental issues.

spid3r-trans

nothing scarier than activity on an old post.....where did u find that thang

talkwithtatsu

This is gonna be so funny

what-even-is-thiss

People can’t handle ways of living that are different from theirs. They can’t even handle the thought that people who aren’t daily shower takers live among them and they haven’t even noticed.

what-even-is-thiss

You think it’s obvious? It’s not. There’s people around you with completely different ways of achieving their daily tasks than you and you can’t tell by looking at them or smelling them or listening to them. Perfectly respectable normal people all around you live in ways you think are gross but are in reality no more gross or dangerous than how you live your life.

what-even-is-thiss

There’s multiple ways to achieve health, happiness, and cleanliness. Attempting to force others to achieve these things in the exact same way you do only leads to the formation of a conformist society where people live in fear of buying the wrong color of tea towel. My grandmother grew up in a world like that. She’s still stressed about what other people think of her tea towels. I do not wish that upon anyone.

shithowdy

there's a post going around asking for your most millennial take and mine is that the livejournal icon ecosystem was essential for a certain type of fan and this loss of critical habitat is why the bios of so many people under 25 are Like That

pennie-dreadful

So on Livejournal (and Dreamwidth, which is an LJ clone a lot of us started using when LJ went to shit), you weren't stuck with just one icon (pfp). I think with the free basic account you had up to five, and you got more with paid accounts. I think on Dreamwidth you can even buy extra space just for icons. So obviously, when you posted or commented, you had to make sure you had the right icon for the occasion. And icon making communities were huuuuuge, too. It was just a neat little part of the site culture that seems to have been abandoned by newer socmed.

Like so.

iamanartichoke

Wow, this post unlocked a memory I haven't thought about in years. People probably don't remember GreatestJournal (RIP), but it was another LJ clone that I started using for storybook role-playing wayyy back in the day and then, when GJ died, InsaneJournal rose from its ashes and became our hub, and in addition to using the right icons for the post occasion, the role-playing community amped it up to 1000, bc we would have our "played-by" (the actor/actress chosen to portray our character) and then have hundreds of icons of our PBs using various facial expressions, poses, etc, and when commenting back and forth we had to make sure our icon usage reflected our PB's mood / energy, etc. It was definitely its own little culture within a culture.