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How to Ditch Amazon

Support your local libraries and the small businesses that are actually making the products you want.  Fuck Jeff Bezos and the systemic, universal worker abuse, gaslighting, and brutality they live off of.

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today you, tomorrow me.

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Does anyone wanna hear me talk about why I love grilled cheese?

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Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3

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All this...For an Owl City reference

A few seconds pass, and Galatea’s fingernail drifts to the left side of her neck. She twists the nail, as though unlocking a door, and a small patch of skin recedes, revealing a blue cord about the length of my index finger. She pulls at it until the cord extends to the length of her arm, and connects it to the car’s dashboard.

“Access granted, Sibyl.” Galatea informs.

“Glad we could come to an agreement,” I tell her, jacking into the citywide system of Marren Pharmaceuticals.

A wave of nausea envelops me. Data streams, countless streams uniting into a coursing river. Names, dates, places, social insurances, debts, both open and hidden

“Can you hear me?”

Galatea’s voice echoes throughout the digital void, an impossibility that even amateur neurocryptanalysts are aware of. Sound does not travel in the vacuum of space, digital or otherwise.

The only way I can hear anything is…

“How protected is this system?” I ask.

“What relevance does this have to your assignment?”

“Nothing, I was just curious.”

“Focus your attention on the task at hand, Sibyl.”

Focus your attention on the task at hand, Sibyl; get on your knees and suck me off, Sibyl, Kill a desperate man for my amusement, Sibyl; dance to my corporate jingle, Sibyl.

Fuck you, Eleanor.

I take two steps forward, finding myself unbearably light in stature, as though I were on Mercury, and blinking lights flash past me in a variety of colors, all of which Cell has taught me to identify. Fireflies, they’d called them, nodes of individual data racing past me at the speed of thought.

One hundred and twenty meters per second. I am surrounded by nodes of data in a pristine, well ordered system. Like clockwork, each datum reaches its intended destination precisely when it needs to. An ideal program.

I slow down, taking in the fireflies all around me. Cell once told me that the number of fireflies in any given system is around ten million, but seeing them now…I don’t believe my eyes.

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Playing sekiro and when I simply decided to lock in andstop toying with the boss I was fighting and muttered “no more Mister Nice Girl” and I think that's very gender of me

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You see it's quite simple: if they call the earth Gaia, it's fantasy. If they call it Terra, that's sci-fi

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PLEASE for the love of the universe read anti-colonial science fiction and fantasy written from marginalized perspectives. Y’all (you know who you are) are killing me. To see people praise books about empire written exclusively by white women and then turn around and say you don’t know who Octavia Butler is or that you haven’t read any NK Jemisin or that Babel was too heavy-handed just kills me! I’m not saying you HAVE to enjoy specific books but there is such an obvious pattern here

Some of y’all love marginalized stories but you don’t give a fuck about marginalized creators and characters, and it shows. Like damn

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Ohhh good luck with the promotion!!! Also, I'm intrigued by your latest writing project!

As for me, I've been pretty busy, I'm also coming back to an old writing project of hypertext fiction that I'd put on hiatus for about a month (writing and coding seven passages every week, plus not many people were reading it.

Adding with that, I also started a new cyberpunk novel called Cold Circuit, if only to branch out a bit (I've been very much into sci Fi lately)

Also! I'm gonna go and meet a tumblr mutual in person for the first time ever!!! I'll be flying over next week and I am SUPER excited to meet them IRL, we've been friends for six years now and ohhhh my got the excitement and the anxiety is almost unbearable.

Hello friend! Old tumblr mutual here! Popping in to say hello and check in on how you're doing!

-rhiannon/ formerly thebloodstainedquill

Omg hello!!! Long time no see!

I’ve been pretty good! Graduated from library school a couple years ago and now I’m working at a college that has some of the best coworkers I’ve ever worked with. I had an interview for a promotion almost two weeks ago and I am crossing my fingers so hard waiting for an answer. 👀

I have also been working on a new writing project since 2021 that I am absolutely in love with. It’s one of my favorite ideas I’ve ever come up with :’) But recently I’ve also figured out a way to repurpose my very first writing project so I’m planning to get into the nitty gritty of it in the next week or so.

How about you? How are you? I’ve missed seeing you around!

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my hobbies include wearing elaborate armor, getting sucked off and being violently slain in the heat of battle. The last one is a joke, actually

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I'm coming back to an old writing project after putting it on hiatus for about a month (burnout from both writing AND coding passages, plus, not very many readers, but that was because I wasn't banging pots and pans together like I should) and I think I'm ready to revisit it!

Hopefully, with the small following I currently have, maybe I could try and garner more interest and actually post about this narrative more often

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idc if it's not a person. if your icon is a sunrise, you're a sunrise now.

poll about swapping with prev's icon here

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Cold Circuit excerpt: Hacker vs Drawer

I stand up and head to the back of the storage room, where I find a small portion of the wall shimmering lightly. Camotech, stolen from Marren International some time in Mama Zoraya’s past, fortified with three layers of the finest antivirus software ever created, DigiSoft’s programmable vanguards. Of course, I have no need to hack it, but I could use the practice all the same.

“May I?”

Celephaïs nods, and I unscrew the casing covering the distal phalanx of my cyber, revealing the cylindrical electric-blue jack beneath. 

Now, if I remember correctly, there should be a spot to jack in right about…

I place my index finger on the upper lefthand corner faintly shimmering wall, the USB connect notification sound ringing in my ears. Seeing as I don’t yet have my eye installed, I decide to evade the digital vanguards rather than breach them.

This is a simple hack made complicated by a lack of visual feedback, and Cell once described it as using a keyboard and mouse for one of those vintage desktop computers from the early twenty-first century while the monitor is in another room.

Stumbling in the dark, I collide with my first vanguard.

So much for evasion.

There is no way to tell how this Vanguard would react to my intrusion, so I do the next best thing: overloading it with a bunk of junk code. Usually, I use this tactic sparingly, as I prefer to be efficient in my programming and either repurpose or dissect any junk code I come across, thereby leaving very little of the actual junk remaining, but this time, there is an uncomfortable excess, and it seems to be slowing me down incrementally.

I raise my right arm to the back of my neck, where the white-eyed woman slotted her strange program. No. Wait. This is not a program. A program would be too basic.

A virus.

The vanguard strains against the flow of useless data, a current of names, dates, birthdays and more that feels like it’ll never end, meanwhile I almost imagine the RAM in my brain standing up and stretching its legs after being in such a cramped digital space. The vanguard shuts down, and I find myself morbidly curious if that’s how I’ll end up, too.

Behold! the first scene where Sibyl hacks into something (more to refresh her memory. I more high-stakes hacking begins in the chapter after this)

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