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radioactive-zafiro60 · 1 day ago
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Batfam + JL (where the Justice League finds out about the Batfam by accident)
To long for a one-shot but not really a micro-fic, anyway ENJOY:
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After a virtual meeting with the LJ Batman "disconnects" the camera... Except he does something wrong and now he thinks none can see or hear him but everyone on the JL it's watching him in the Batcave from a huge screen.
Wonder Woman: Maybe we should tell him... Or at least turn the tv off...
Flash: WAIT!!! Don't you wanna know what the bat does when he thinks nobody is watching????
Superman (trying not to sound to enthusiastic): Well maybe we could just take a quick look... :)
Here is a list of things the JL saw or found out because of this:
1) Batman taking off most of his armour and his mask and start working in some case in his desk in front of the computer (the angle of the cámara doesn't let see his face not OH GOD it lets se his huge pecs and arms in nothing but a gray underwear shirt
Flash: Well LOOK AT THAT, I always knew he was well build but that's a great look in so many ways
Green Lantern: No shit... This is making me realize some things about myself
Wonder Woman: ... I have better arms
Superman (2 seconds about to have a stroke): oh yea... Well... I'm just gonna... *Takes a picture with his phone*
2) A general panic gets on the JL when a dark skinned toddler enters the screen and tries to climb THE BATMAN
*Through the screen*
Toddler Duke pulling Batman's arm: *baby noises*
Batman looking away from his work to see the kid (his face still not visible on the camera): Oh hello chum, what are you doing here?
The JL incredibly confused and estranged because of that sweet voice they NEVER heard before:
Batman pulling Dukes up and carrying him on his chest while he keeps working: It's ok baby, your siblings we'll be back soon
The LJ:
Flash: HE'S A FATHER??!!!
Wonder Woman: this actually explains a lot of things
Superman (with his heart about to physically melt): ...oh... That's cute
3) A sassy teenager arriving home
Batman, still with the kid on top of him and still working, when a black haired boy enters the screen and throws a backpack on the ground
Batman: How was school?
Tim, annoyed: Boring, they keep teaching me thins I already know
Batman: Well what do you wanna learn about?
Tim (pulling a bunch of folders and papers out of his school bag): The Gotham strangulator...
Batman:...
Batman (surprisingly calm) : Did you steal a case from my desk?
Tim: I solved a case from your desk, you welcome
Batman (sighing): ok fine, put it with the others you solve that I have to present to the JL next week
Tim (putting in the desk a huge bunch of archives): oki doki
Flash: Wait so a kid do his paperwork????
Marcian: Wait so a kid SOLVES his cases???
Wonder Woman: Do you think that maybe is Robin? I mean I have never seen him from close but it could be...
Superman: I honestly need a brake
Batman *standing up with Duke on arms*: I'm gonna put your brother to sleep DONT DO ANYTHING
Tim (without even looking up from his phone): mhmh...
4) After a while of just watching Tim on his phone a little menace decides to show up
Tim (on his phone not paying attention):
Litle Damian arriving and standing with a straight face in front of the computer:
Flash (a little bit terrified): Can he see us??!!!
Wonder Woman: He shouldn't be able... But if that's Batman's kid, who knows
Damian (with the most serious voice a 8 year old can make): Computer, show me funny videos of cats
The computer *unresponding*
Tim: Dad told you not to play with the computer
Damian: Well father is not here right now, and if you tell him I'll tell him you just call him "dad"
Tim: no I didn't!
Damian: yes you did!
Tim: he's just my legal guardian!!!
Damian: But you call him dad just now!!!
Tim: you...
*Tim and Damian fighting and rolling in the floor*
Aquaman: oh so this is what having siblings is like?...
Superman: IS THAT A FREAKING COW??!!
*Batcow on the back of the image watching the kids fight without giving a fuck*
Wonder Woman: IS THAT A SWORD??!!!!
*Also Damian pulling a sword put of nothing to fight Tim and the JL freaking out*
*A teenage girl appears out of nowhere and grabs Damian as if it was nothing*
Cass: What are you even doing?!
5) A terrifying ballerina scolds her brothers (by this point the JL already has popcorns and bets on the table)
This ballerina girl who magically appears and stops the little psico stares at them in confusion
Cass: Why are you even fighting about???
Tim: None of your business
Damian: Timothy is a jerk
Cass: I already know that
*A notice from the computer catches everybody's attention*
(Batman calling them from the computer in a way the JL can only hear his voice but the kids and Batman can definitely see each other)
Batman *on the speaker phone*: Why is everyone at home so early?
Cass: My ballet class is over
Damian: I didn't go to school today, I didn't want to
Batman (exasperated): We will discuss this later, I had to go out there is an emergency in the city, DONT GO OUT! DONT KILL EACH OTHER! AND DAMIAN GET THAT COW OUT OF THE BATCAVE
Damian: But what if something happens to her???!!!!
Cass: Hate to interrupt but I have a good and a bad new
Batman: Just go ahead with the good news
Cass: I GOT A ROLE IN THE NUTCRACKER!!!
Batman (who has no idea what the Nutcracker is about but is trying to be a supportive father) : Honey that's great!! Are you gonna be some pretty candy princess or something?
Cass (who is actually gona be the rat king and is really excited about it): sure... Wana hear the bad news??
Batman: shot
Cass: Jayson is in jail
Batman:
Cass: Again
Tim and Damian trying not to laugh:
Batman: that's it *pointing to Tim* ho upstairs and babysit your brother, Cassandra and Damian I want you out of the Batcave until I'm back and someone call Richard so he can get your brother out of jail
*The JL losing their shit in confusion and laug*
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Batman eventually finds out about this little incident but decides to ignore it and pretend it never happened. The LJ is amused
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P*rn ☆  Chapter 6, Fear and despair
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Masterlist Word count: 2 k Sylus x Fem!Reader
Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.
Author's note: Ya'll ready to cry?! Me neither... Also, for anyone wondering why I don't English so good sometimes. I am Dutch and nothing is proofread <3
Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, alcohol, mentions of domestic abuse, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.
Mature content under the cut. No graphic content. Mention of abuse.
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'You're not quite here with me.' You look up from the cup of tea you had been absentmindedly stirring since it was put in front of you. He's right. He's always right. Well... Most times. 
Your mind has been a mess. There's the whole Sylus thing, yes, that's something that takes up way too much space in your head. You keep thinking back to last Saturday, sitting on the couch with him watching the rise and fall of sexual tension. Seeing him try so hard to do small talk while pretending he wasn't looking at your lips and body like a man starved. He had kissed your forehead when he left and you leaned into it. Even thinking about it gives you butterflies. 
But there's another thing on your mind. A much more menial thing. Something much easier to discuss with Zayne. 
'How come I never heard you shower when you lived next door?' Zayne tilts his head, looking at you a little confused. 
'That's what you've been stuck on?' You reluctantly nod. It's stupid, so damn stupid, but Zayne still answers. 'When I moved out, Rafayel was talking about a new ventilation system. Maybe it connects to yours?' 
'That makes a lot of sense actually,' you groan, leaning back in your chair defeated. 'I can't believe I've been so busy thinking about that.' 
'You're an interior architect; shouldn't it be logical to you?' He's got a point and a very good one at that. You also could've just asked Rafayel, but no. You'd like to avoid that man as much as possible. He always tries to get you to do work for free, without even offering to lower you rent for a month or something. No way. 
You look around the coffee shop. This is you and Zayne's regular spot. The place is very big and open, but sound doesn't bounce around nor echo. There's tons of natural light and very kind yellow lights when the sun goes down. The furniture is a mix and match of secondhand stuff that's surprisingly pleasing to the eye and most chairs are comfortable. Then again, the chairs that aren't comfortable to you could be very comfortable to someone else. There are tons of plants scattered around, lots of cut vintage decor like old Matchbox cars and very old adverts on metal plates. On the floor are a few rugs that have almost worn into the floor and have major damage where people often walk. Almost looks like the rugs have crop circles. 
It might not be for everyone, even Zayne used to be a little uncomfortable here at first, but it's grown on both of you. The employees are kind and helpful, the music is always good and never too loud. It's a good atmosphere. 
'Anyway, how is the new neighbor?' Your cheek flush almost right away when you meet Zayne's eyes. 'What is it? Are you alright?' He leans over the table to touch your forehead, worried you might be sick. 
'I'm fine, I'm fine. His name is Sylus and he's hot- A LOT, he's a lot.' Zayne chuckles at your antics while you feel your ears burning. Not exactly the information you wanted to share with Zayne. Truly, it doesn't matter all that much in the end. He's like a brother to you and he knows nearly everything about your life. A fact that you wish was still true the other way around as well but he's been too busy to tell you everything. And now that you've dropped the "Sylus is hot" bomb, he's not letting it go until you tell him everything. 
For a professional, cold doctor he's surprisingly desperate for gossip. 
'I'm sure he's a lot,' he says with a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, 'you were worried he might be loud. Is that the case?' 
'A bit. He's awake deep into the night, so sometimes I hear him moving around in his apartment or playing music late at night. It's nothing too bad though. Though Tara seems a bit cautious around him. Apparently, he's friends with her boyfriend.' A slight frown appears on Zayne's face. If you hadn't known him as long as you have, you wouldn't have noticed. But you do know him. 'What's that look for?' 
'Tara is dating that Kieran boy, right?' You nod and he tries to soften his face. 'Hm, I don't know them very well. It's probably not who I'm thinking of.' 
'Who are you thinking of?' And suddenly he looks real serious. The temperature inside is suddenly a few degrees lower and the bubble we were in feels like a soundproof chamber. 'Zayne, who are you think of?' 
'I wish I could tell you, but patient confidentiality forbids me.'  
“Patient confidentiality? What the hell? Is this even about Sylus?” 
Zayne reaches out for my hand on the table and gently takes it in his. 'Don't worry about it too much. I'm not even sure if it's the same guy.' 
'You're right,' you say, trying to smile as wide as you can while pushing the racing thoughts in your mind down. 
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"She has a boyfriend? Shit." Sylus tries to quicken his pace while he walks past the coffee shop before you see him, but he's too slow. You spot him and smile at him. A big smile, one that almost makes his cheeks hurt from looking at it. 
Wait... He's smiling back? 
No matter, he keeps walking. But then he catches the slightest glimpse of the man sitting with her and his blood runs cold. It's like a distant memory, or more like a distant nightmare. He can only hope and pray and doctor Zayne hasn't seen him. 
It's been years, but Sylus still fears the doctor might remember him. It wouldn't be too bad, the man saved his life, but he doesn't want you knowing. Not yet at least. What if he asked how his recovery is going? What if he asked if his scars healed okay? What if he asked if his situation has changed? How would he answer those questions and not revert back to that scared little boy she made him. 
Because all that still feels so raw, even though it's years ago. He should've been fine by now, at least that's what he thinks. Time heals all wounds, right? Three years should be enough. More than enough. 
That being said, his first doxing was her. She put his address out there as a last-ditch attempt to get him to "commit" to her. To make him obey like a fucking dog. 
He isn't even sure how all of it happened back then, but it did. Maybe it was just young love. Yeah, young love at 24. No, he was just naïve and stupid. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” 
What he does know is that he is nearly running home. He's stuck in his own head, tears prickling in his eyes. How does this keep happening at any mention, thought, or glimpse of her? It's not normal. He should be okay. 
It feels like he's picking up a fever as he unlocks the door to his apartment. He faintly hears the sound of his name but his chest is getting tight and he has to get inside. Why does this affect him so fucking much? 
And suddenly he recognizes what is going on. He's having a panic attack. 
He hasn't had a panic attack in the last two years. He's been fine, he should still be fine. Is it because he saw doctor Zayne again? Because he is with you? Because all he can think of when seeing doctor Zayne's face is how much pain he was in and how scared he was? 
“This is not fucking normal. Breathe Sylus, breathe. You know how to breathe. You've been doing it all your fucking life. Just stop panicking!” 
The voice in his head is no help. He slumps against the back of the couch in the middle of his living room, not able to make it to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Cold showers usually shock him out of it. His breathing stays rapid, his eyes looking for anything in reach that can help him but there are dark spots all over his vision. 
He closes his eyes for just a moment. Just a little bit. A second, no more. He wakes up with a few slaps to his cheek. His head feels cold against the wooden floor of his apartment. When did he fall over? 
'Sylus? Sylus? Look at me.' It's you. Your voice is desperate, scared, as you grab his shoulders and try to pull him upright again. He tries to help you, moving ever so slightly to a sitting position. Your hand raises up to his forehead, brushing the hair sticking to his sweaty skin away. 'Are you alright?' 
'Always with you around,' Sylus says, trying to look and sound like a womanizer, but failing miserably. To you, he just looks a bit loopy. His breathing is still ragged and strange. 
'Cute,' you note with a frown, 'now breathe with me.' You grab his hand and press it against your chest, just underneath your collarbone. 'Ready?' He nods. 'Breathe in.' He feels your chest rise slowly as you breathe in with him, your heard thumping under his hand in a steady, comforting rhythm.  
Slowly, the whole world disappears. His eyes are laser focused on yours, ears zeroed in on the sound of your voice and your breathing. To him, you look like an angel. His guardian angel. 
'Breathe out.' 
Your chest falls, he breathes out. It feels like seconds have passed but by the time you let go of his hand, the sun is setting. He last checked his phone around 16:30 before he saw you at the coffee shop, so that means it's close to six, it being wintertime. 
Finally lucid again, his heartbeat slowed, his breathing steady, he asks: 'Why did you follow me?' 
The coldness of his questions shocks you and you answer: 'I felt like you needed someone to be there for you.' 
He lets out a cold laugh, something that sounds close to disbelief but also much much closer to insecurity. A sound you hadn't expected coming from his mouth. He knows you think he's hot, he knows you are attracted to him, but he does not know you. He does not know about your youth, your struggle with panic attacks, your loneliness. But he doesn't need to know for you to be able to help him. 
If only he'd believe that you only want to help. 
'How do you know doctor Zayne?' There's something possessive in his tone, something you wouldn't have expected right now. 
'He used to live here before you. We're friends.' He stays quiet for a while, staring at you but not quite. More like he's looking through you, disassociating. 'I'm gonna get you a glass of water.' You move to your feet, but he grabs your wrist and holds you where you are. He's suddenly back, eyes watching you with immense focus. 
'Do you pity me?' The words sound like an accusation, like he's admitting he doesn't like what happened and that you "had" to see it. So much grief in those few words, a grief that goes much deeper than you can imagine. 
'Pity you?' 
He lets go of your wrist with an angry expression. He quickly gets up, refusing to look at you any longer. 'Never mind. I think it'd be better if you leave.' 
'What? Sylus-' You try to reach out for him, but when he looks back at you there's venom in his eyes. Your hand hangs in the air, halfway reaching towards his forearm. And then you drop it. 'Okay, if that's what you want.' 
He walks you to the door, his chest full of regret, embarrassment, shame. He was doing so damn well and now you've seen him like that. Like a shell, something defective, a bird with a broken wing. In the doorway you turn back to him so that he can't close the door on you. All he can see in your eyes in compassion, adoration and, strangely enough, love. 
'For what it's worth, I don't pity you. My opinions and feelings about you haven't changed,' you hesitate for a second and look down at the ground, 'and I hope you'll still ask me out. I do really want to get to know you. All of you.' 
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separatist-apologist · 2 days ago
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what are your thoughts on this booktok drama https://www.reddit.com/r/RomanceBooks/comments/1i1i05p/your_thoughts_on_kallmekris_booktok_drama/ a lot of people were offended by the video (it was removed from this person's youtube channel, but internet is forever and someone uploaded the 37min video on tiktok). i get why people were upset, especially since this creator used clips of people without asking for permission and i think the OG title was T'hese Viral TikTok Smut Books Are Really Gross' which pissed off a lot of people. i just don't know if people are being overly sensitive or not to the content of the video.
yeah she makes fun of some of these popular booktok books, but people do that all the time. trash gets published so much in the guise of spicy romances so i'm not quite sure if people are conflating this creator talking shit about the books with her talking shit about them or maybe i missed something and she actually did talk shit about them. i know you have hatersbookclub (which i love, i find your commentary super funny) so i was wondering if you had a take on this drama since it's been blowing up all over tiktok and now reddit.
Okay I'm gonna be real and upfront- I'm not gonna watch the video because I don't want to be pushed anymore booktok content. However I do have general thoughts about the culture, which I am, once again, putting under the cut. blah blah blah read at your own discretion
Obligatory not all of booktok.
Without watching the video (so I lack context), one of the things I find wildly frustrating about booktok is the performative outrage. The CONSTANT performative outrage about EVERYTHING. Maybe the video was offensive but I'm betting it was a mild, but mostly fair, criticism of the culture over there and they are allergic to any nuance, and take even constructive criticism as a personal attack.
The anti-intellectualism floating around the space is deeply frustrating. "I just read for the vibes" "its a brain off read for me" "its not that deep" "let people like things" "no one ever says men are consuming too much porn" ""good" is subjective" alongside the weaponization of like, feminism and other progressive language to silence ANY critique is exhausting.
No one is saying you shouldn't be allowed to brain off read 700 books written in an hour that aren't edited and actively uphold the very patriarchal, white supremacist culture you swear you want to dismantle (only when it's time to cancel someone, though, and never when its time to do the uncomfortable internal work that forces you to ask why you only consume books in which women are referred to as "females" and are subservient to men in overtly domineering roles, though).
What people are often saying is that its frustrating the way these POORLY written (not subjective- thats an objective, measurable standard), copy cat books are peddled and often shielded from criticism under the guise of "feminism means you can never criticize anything women enjoy ever" or how if you're offering up book recs, a deluge of "Is there spice" floods the comments. Books are being marketed on fanfiction tropes rather than a PLOT, of which there very often is very little to none of.
I've seen people GENTLY try and discuss, like, the lack of media literacy and booktok is always there arguing why any reading is good reading, wholly ignoring that, often by their own admission, they ARENT reading (brain off reading means....what? You didn't absorb any of it? I don't even know what that means and I honestly don't want to), or that its good for your brain to actually pay attention to what you're reading and then THINK about it. Even your dark romance trash is saying SOMETHING.
Booktok is addicted to their own victimization.
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lotreckk · 2 days ago
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"You misinterpret what you cannot yet comprehend."
“Enlighten me, then.”
“In time, da'len. One way or another, you have earned my attention. Then, just think of it as you being special.”
ive coloured my old sketch. full dialogue below 👇 this is meant for another scene actually but whatever
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"And what does divinity mean to you, da'len? Entertain me."
How pointless that question was, Aethius thought. His tongue was rather venomous than silver to play such games.
"How could I know? I am a mere mortal."
He wanted to turn away, wanted to lower his eyes and kick a pebble under his feet into the abyss woven by the Fade, wanted to be rude and try to escape from this strange dream. Why would Elgar'nan ask Aethius about his beliefs? Was it a ploy to manipulate him, to exploit his vulnerabilities? Well, Elgar'nan could have just gotten into his head for that. No. There was something else that piqued Elgar'nan's curiosity for some reason, something that Aethius couldn't yet grasp.
It gnawed at him like unfinished business and unspoken confessions. He crossed his arms defensively and responded with caution.
"The Elven Gods were a myth, the Great Dragons of Tevinter were silent in their oblivion deep underground, and the Maker... And the Maker didn't seem like a competent god to me if he just abandoned his subjects and took his eyes off them."
He paused, frowning slightly. It had been so long since anyone had listened to him without interrupting or rushing to answer that Aethius suddenly felt bewildered.
"At least, I thought so before."
Out of the corner of his eye, Aethius noticed a slight shift, as if Elgar'nan had perked up, sensing the change in his tone, picking up on his struggle for words.
"And what has changed?"
“Besides the fact that Lusacan, the Dragon of Night, is in my mind and not exactly in his dragon form?" Aethius let out a dry chuckle.
"Oh, would you prefer me bestowing these visions of Imperium somniari you read about upon you, da'len?" Elgar'nan's grin was smug enough to make Aethius' eye twitch.
"How do you... Ah, never mind." He muttered. "No, I’d rather see what you truly are. Or at least a part of it.”
At that moment, he noticed the smile fade from Elgar'nan's face, the change in expression so subtle that Aethius almost dismissed it as a trick of the light.
The initial question sounded fairly innocent. It was as if the literal god, before whom even such noble beasts as dragons bowed, was ready to wait for his explanation. The thought alone was so ridiculous yet flattering that Aethius decided to play along with him in this little mind game.
"A friend of mine once told me that mortals were never meant to be subjects for the Maker. They shouldn't be." The words were still alien, a strange, viscous weight on the tongue. The freedom each poor mortal held in the palm of their hand was almost frightening. "The Maker is the caring hand of a parent that teaches and allows his children to find their own way, and his teachings are a gentle voice that instructs, but never imposes. It sounded... insufficient to me, but that was what my friend believed in."
Elgar'nan raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"The naivety of mortals." He sounded almost bored by the oblivious people lost in obscurity. Aethius felt a pang of childish desire to defend the idea he hardly believed in himself. "Do you agree with your... friend's statement now?"
"To some degree, maybe." Aethius muttered, his tone was thoughtful yet subtly challenging. "Though, I would still prefer the gods to have a greater presence if they truly care about their flock. This world could use a little more order, I think."
Elgar'nan stepped closer to him - confident, as if he had heard something he had been waiting for.
"We agree on that, don't we? Shouldn't a god be a fair and gentle master for his children? And be there to bring them back if they've lost their way?"
Aethius turned away, catching his gaze on one of the islands hovering in the air. This place seemed both ethereal and painfully familiar, as if he were arguing about the gods and the right of the powerful with his friend in Minrathous again with the floating palace's shadow over their heads. It was easier then, though. Elgar'nan's words were like "poison stings" - dangerous as its name and sugary as actual tevinter travel sweets. Aethius sighed and shrugged indifferently.
"It doesn't matter, anyway," he answered, looking back at Elgar'nan - both detached and determined, like a man resigned to his fate. "Someone like me... isn't worthy either of divine guidance or even divine gaze."
Elgar'nan was watching him, barely leaning forward, imperceptibly to the layman's eye, but enough for Aethius, who felt uncomfortable under such attention. The man was really either so unbearable, or he was deliberately annoying Aethius with his piercing golden gaze.
"Why not?" He slowly broke into a smile. As always, his voice was a mixture of both resonant and deafening notes that made people want to hang on his every word. "Everything and everyone that the sun touches is within my reach, in my eyes and in my heart."
"Ever generous, Elgar'nan the All-Father. Is that so?" Aethius snapped, feeling bile rise in his throat, despite his usual callousness in regard to such things. Maybe it was Elgar'nan's shameless belief in his own righteousness that made him so angry; or maybe it was time to check if Aethius himself was getting too sentimental these days. "Look at you, seeking assistance from these bastards venatori when thousands of elves are choked by the walls of alienages or slave chains. Don't bother lying."
It was almost fleeting - like the shadow of a lost little cloud accidentally falling on the sun - so displeasure slid across the god's face. Displeasure was mixed with confusion, as if Elgar'nan's actions were crystal clear and understandable to everyone except this stubborn little elf in front of him.
"You misinterpret what you cannot yet comprehend, da'len." Elgar'nan's patronizing, even disappointed tone almost made Aethius bristle like Dock Town street cats.
“Enlighten me, then,” Aethius asked without hesitation, staring at Elgar'nan with a frown.
And suddenly Elgar'nan chuckled, his golden eyes flashed with mischief. Aethius froze, an unsettling, unfamiliar feeling rising in his chest.
“In time, da'len. One way or another, you have earned my attention. Then, just think of it as you being special.”
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slenbee · 3 days ago
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Bot spam, adverts, communities, and you.
Hi everyone! I'm Bee, and today I'm writing this post to let others know of some ways to help combat Tumblr's current bot issue happening inside communities.
First, here's an index of this post:
Ways to help stop the bots from invading your communities.
How to spot a potential bot account and a bot invasion.
What a bot community looks like. (So you can report it!)
Long post under the cut with pictures and instructions on what to do if you want to do this or want others to maybe do this, so click read more and let us continue!
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To begin, here is the first step should absolutely take towards keeping your community free of bots.
1 - Deny them access.
If you own a community on tumblr?
Set it to request/invite to join.
It's that easy! How do I do this you ask?
Navigate to community settings > down to Joining, and set it to:
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This means that anyone can request to join, but it's up to the admin's and the mods to accept those invites. If a blank blog* requests to join, you can easily deny those and just accept those that seem like real people. (&I'll explain what a blank blog is in a bit.)
If your community is small (say less than 500 people with less than 5 invites a week), this shouldn't be too bothersome if you remember to check it once or twice a week or so. :)
And if you're a member of a community that has an active admin:
Ask the admin to set it to request to join!
While this may not be the most ideal way of handling this issue, it never hurts to ask, right? You could always make a poll and see if others vote/feel the same way and maybe they'll change it, too. But, remember, it's up to the admin's discretion on if they want to actually do this. If they don't, then sadly you might have to either deal with it or make your own community if the admin/mods neglect to do their jobs. :(
Note: Staff are working on developing ways to help community admins better moderate their communities. This isn't just a 'we'll have to suffer through it' issue. It's just going to take time, is all.
Until we're given the tools to stop them, this is the only way that we (real people) are going to keep bots and blank blogs* out of our communities until tumblr staff comes up with a concrete way to keep them out.
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2 - How to spot a (possible) bot and a bot invasion.
Most bots now'a'days are what I like to call 'blank blogs'.
These type of blank accounts are also widely used by scammers. So if you're an artist and you get a DM from someone asking for a commission of their pet/son, yes, you are about to get scammed!
You can read more about this scam by clicking this link here.
While there have been a few mistaken users who have been caught up and mistaken as as a bot, once I removed them from my community they DM'd me back after I'd requested them to do so, and I explained to them how to change their profile banner, add a description, ect, and told them how reblogging worked on tumblr (as they honestly didn't know how the site worked), and we were all good after that!
My rule of thumb: Humans should do human things on the human website. If you don't, you aren't human.
Blank blogs (presumed to be bots,) are blogs that look like this:
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Note the following with these 'blank' blogs:
No change in their background image. No change in their icon. (Just the default.) Generic randomly generated name or 'keysmash' name.* No posts or reblogs. They had 0 liked posts. Yet they were following dozens of people.
*These names can also be 3 English words slapped together to make a username. This is also a common tactic used by scammers (as I'd mentioned prior as well) as mentioned previously.
If you get a DM/ask from a blog like this (or ANY blog) and:
They ask for a commission of their son/daughter and/or their pet. They say 'hey pretty' and try to hit on you. (romance scam.) They try to offer you money to buy your art as a NFT (also a scam.) They try to sell you crypto or get you to invest. (obvious scam.) They try to sell you a product or service. (phishing scam) They try to get you to go off tumblr to a different website to 'talk'. They say they're a sugar daddy/mommy looking for a 'sugar baby'. They offer you some sort of free money. (nothing's free. it's a scam.) They offer you a job position or say <company> is hiring. They try to sell you HRT. (yes.. that's 100% a thing they're doing.)
It is all 100% an attempt to scam you.
Bots will sometimes join communities just for the sake of having people to target. Communities are full of people, so communities with more people are more likely to be targeted and joined by bots.
That's also why bigger Communities get more bot ad/p0rn ad spam.
Here is what a bot invasion looks like:
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All blank blogs (I checked!) with no sign of human life.
All with random jibberish names, all joining on the same day.
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3 - What a bot community looks like. ....So you can report it!
I'm mentioning this part because I know there will be people who get curious and browse tumblr to find 'new things' and 'new interests'. And I'm here to point out what are the biggest and most obvious signs of bot made communities and/or communities made to scam.
Note: Do not join these communities, and do not, under any circumstance, click any of the links that are featured by these communities. They could very well take you to a phishing website or even something that gives you a virus. If you want to report them, just view the community, click the . . . at the top right corner and report it for spam unless it's doing something illegal. then report it as such.
Again. Don't let curiosity kill your phone/PC/Tablet. It's not worth it.
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The search.
So again, say you're new, and you like money. So you search 'money' in the tumblr search and then view communities.
As of right now, you'll see communities like this:
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I don't think it takes a rocket scientist to point out the obvious as to which one of these was made by a bot/scammer.
So let's turn out focus to good ol 'Juwa 777 Download APK '
(Again. Do not actually go and download this.)
Things to note:
It only has one member. The admin. And viewing the admin? It is a blank blog.
The only post on this community... is an advertisement.
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Thus it is pretty safe to say, a bot / scammer made this community.
Here is a second example further down the list:
Again, things to note:
One member (admin), blank blog, one post that's an advertisement.
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Now here is one that's more 'tricky' as it has more members.
But the content itself is an obvious scam.
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I won't show the members as a few are porn bots, but they follow the same theme of nonsensical names or 3 english words slapped together. They may reblog posts (usually porn...) or post things (again.. porn), but they're still bots.
If you see communities like these, make sure you report them. Just note if you report too many too fast (usually after 3) you'll get a 'oops try again later' bug for some reason and you'll have to wait to report more.
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So in conclusion: If you don't want bots, just don't let them in.
If you can't handle accepting invites, make someone a mod (who you trust) and let them help you accept new member invites. Divide the load and we can keep out the bots and keep our communities safe and clean until something is done about them.
Until then, please make sure to share this so others know what to do, and if you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them in the comments. :)
-Bee
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cranberrymoons · 3 months ago
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#i’m putting this down here because i don’t actually really want to talk about it or answer asks about it but i’m like a little annoyed lmao#first of all obviously people should have boundaries and not be annoying/invasive/etc. duh.#i have been around the rpf block many a time and rule 1 is don’t be a weirdo. don't let it out of fandom spaces :)#but yeah idk. oliver stark to me feels like someone who is actually very familiar with the mechanics of fandom warfare#and therefore does not know how to log off when it starts to get personal#like to be clear i definitely do not think he engages directly with This fandom other than to lurk and spy on people for fun/haterism#but in MY opinion he has the energy of a person who spends a nonzero amount of time engaged in petty anonymous beef#over a character or a ship or a sport or a new brand of tofu. idk i don’t really care what he’s into#but it does sort of seem like he forgets that when he’s doing it on his real socials with his real face and real name attached#people are going to know that it’s him and respond accordingly and he should just like. block them and move on.#and maybe even go back to his burner and vague about it or something if he truly cannot just walk away.#which he does seem to be sort of getting slightly better at but it's still just like. yeah man! i don't know what to tell you.#people are weird sometimes. we all get weird anons and dm’s and people cyberbullying us. it sucks and it shouldn't happen but it does.#and you do literally just have to find ways to make it easier to ignore them. i know that you know this#because you are a human who grew up on the same exact internet as the rest of us.#i say; as i feel compelled to post about a tiny situation from like 12 hours ago that has literally nothing to do with me#anyway!!!!!!!#i went into the settings to turn off reblogs and thought how funny would it be if i blazed this post lmao
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giantkillerjack · 8 months ago
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Uh-oh! You are like, SOOO awkward!!
You're so awkward that it is occasionally mildly uncomfortable for people!
You're so awkward that sometimes people are confused by you and then there are awkward silences!
You're so awkward ...... that ultimately no one is harmed!!
Oh damn!!! What a vile crime you have committed! What an unforgivable thing it is to make a fellow human briefly confused!
Why, if *I* were ever briefly confused and kind of uncomfortable as a result, I'd be devastated.... by the absolute net zero change in my happiness and health! - From which I might never recover!! Yes indeed! No punishment can ever be enough for you!!
So you better absolutely hate yourself for it.
Better be SO MEAN to yourself about every single missed social cue so you don't forget your horrible crime! Meaner than you'd ever dream of being to someone else for the same thing! This is YOUR responsibility!
You need to show the world that you KNOW you are bad by punishing yourself constantly! After all, think of all the people who BENEFIT from you punishing yourself! - No, really! Think about it! Think about who benefits from your pain.
Think of alllllll the definitely-good people that your definitely-necessary self-torment definitely helps! I mean, you can't just cut off their definitely-life-sustaining supply of your suffering, right?? Sure, everyone else has a breaking point, but you're probably the only person in human history who doesn't, right? Best not to question it probably. Sure, it's a symptom that billions of people with trauma have had, but who knows? You could be a one-in-seven-billion exception. Anything's possible!
Instead, better just accept that idea that bullies carry like guns in holsters - the idea that people who have trouble with social cues deserve to suffer. Better carry on the burden they placed on you until you drop. Aid the cause of the callous by enforcing shame and suffering upon yourself extra hard; try your best to do their work for them. They're very busy.
Better not recognize that you need patience and kindness to heal from your trauma. Better not find out that it was trauma rather than personal weakness filling your head with self-hating thoughts. Better not find out it wasn't your fault.
Better not find out that awkwardness is not inherently harmful or unkind, and, in fact, the people who act like it is *are the ones enacting harm and being cruel.*
Better not get righteously angry when you realize just how much unnecessary damage this has done to you. After all, if you get mad, you might realize you deserve better. You might even feel brave enough to DEMAND better! You might build boundaries that keep you safe! You might make other people think they deserve to feel safe too! And we obviously can't be having that, so...
Better not show yourself even a little kindness a little bit at a time.
Better not make a habit out of it after all that practice.
Better not get confident.
Especially if you can't first wipe out every trace of awkward. (And you probably never will. Because people who experience absolute social certainty at all times tend to be insufferable assholes that enforce the status quo. And you just don't have the stock portfolio for that.)
Better not be confident and awkward because then you might confuse and delight people
- you might accidentally end up making other people feel less shame for their social difficulties
- you might make isolated, traumatized, and shy people feel like they deserve to be included in social situations
- you might even make them feel they can be themselves around you
- you might start loving the effect you have on a room
- you might enjoy conversations more
- you might forgive yourself and bounce back from shame more easily and frequently
- you might come to enjoy some of those moments of harmless confusion you cause because NOBODY expects the Confident Awkward, and that can genuinely be an advantage in social situations
- you might stop apologizing so much.
- you might find that socializing is like a video game: it requires practice but also a safe space for it to be fun and positive.
Or if you can't become assertive and confident, better not remain awkward and shy and quiet, and then love and forgive yourself anyway!
Why, it would be carnage!!
In either scenario, you run the risk of finding out that it's not your fault that safe spaces full of kind people can be really hard to find, create, and nurture. You could end up building a skillset that helps you do those things if you're not careful!
If you start giving yourself even the tiniest amount of grace at a time, you will find that you've accessed a gateway drug with extreme long-term side effects:
- You might realize that it was never your fault that it took so long to like yourself.
- You might realize that you were always worth talking to, even when you didn't like yourself and communication felt impossibly difficult.
- You might realize that you'll still be worth talking to even if communication becomes harder as you age and/or experience disability.
- You might come to know that you deserve to be heard even on bad days when words come slow and blurry.
You might discover that you were always deserving of kindness, first and foremost from yourself.
So. As you can see, it's FAR too much of a risk to start granting your awkward self free pardons for your many heinous and harmless crimes. Better to just leave it there.
#social skills#i have a few posts now in my ' social skills' tag#original#maybe eventually I will compile them and polish them in some meaningful way. I know what I want to call the book title#in big text it'll say 'I'M AUTISTIC' and then beneath that in smaller text 'And I Have Better Social Skills Than You'#or something to that effect. and the cover of the book will be me making an exaggerated smug face like the little rascal I am#challenging the viewer to pick up the book and see if they can prove me wrong.#and then the entire first section of the book is about how actually the issue with our society's social skills is the harsh judgment#for people who have trouble communicating and not the other way around. I don't actually think I'm the#most charismatic person in the world by a very long shot. but i do know that I have put more thought into my social skills than#most allistic people and frankly i have surpassed most of them. not because i am more persuasive or smooth or funny#(tho i am persuasive and funny lol) but bc i have questioned which social functions are more restriction than utility.#and instead i have focused my energy on actively learning how to make people feel safe. i feel social rules would benefit all people by#being a little more autistic tyvm. i don't think every person should dedicate themselves to being better at communicating#i think people should dedicate themselves to being kind and patient to everyone regardless of their ability to communicate#I think our society wrongly links communication ability to intelligence and intelligence to level of humanity.#when in fact all three of those things are fucking unrelated and connecting them inevitably leads to#really fucked up views on disabled people that hurt us. and then with that aspect of the book firmly understood and established I would#go on to recommend some ways to make socializing easier and more fulfilling (and less shameful and terrifying) for all kinds of people#it wouldn't be a book about Leaning In To Succeed in Business or 'here's how to avoid being the awkward loner at a party'#it'd be a book about how if you see someone alone at a party here's how to invite them to join your group without pressuring them#stuff like 'hot tip! if someone takes a while to type or speak a full sentence - talking over them b4 they can finish makes u an asshole!'#I know that a lot of people cannot or don't want to dump a lot of skill points into socializing like i did and they shouldn't have to in#order to experience basic dignity and respect. if we treat people like that then we just validate that people - especially#autistic children and elders and disabled people of manu varieties - have to suffer unless they learn all these arbitrary bullshit rules#and a lot of them are arbitrary bullshit! one of the reasons I throw people off so much is because I harmlessly break a lot of social rules#but I know I'm doing it and I'm not ashamed and people just don't know what to do with that! but a lot of them like it actually!!#i think it's a relief to be around someone so openly and unrelentingly weird bc what am I gonna do? judge you for being weird??#I only care if you're kind. not necessarily 'nice' or passive. Kind. Brave enough to care about people being treated well. Kind.#also I recognize that at least some of my ability to be openly weird is white privilege so that's important to acknowledge too
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sciderman · 11 months ago
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I would say you’re more of a Mr peanut butter type yeah
doggy doggy what now?
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musical-chick-13 · 1 month ago
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Having principles that you believe apply to every single person without question means that you sure do risk others thinking you're defending reprehensible people, huh.
#FOR EXAMPLE#me: idk I think that maybe torture is bad and that it's never okay#*horrible person gets tortured during an act of war during a violent coup*#me: okay but. that's still bad. I know that person really sucked big time but that's. that's bad. we shouldn't do that. there should be#zero torture. none. I don't care how much I hate someone.#some inevitable idiot shit-head who has zero reading comprehension: so you're saying that person was GOOD??? that you#DEFEND THEIR ACTIONS??????? that they deserve to be held COMPLETELY UNACCOUNTABLE FOREVER??????????????#if there is one thing I can count on it's that very VERY few people actually do truly believe in consistently applying the standards they#claim to espouse.#'abuse/rape is bad' until a woman you don't like is the victim. 'police and prisons are bad' until you imagine them targeting the people#you personally hate. 'all queer identities should be protected' until someone uses what you deem to be 'weird' pronouns#'hate crimes are reprehensible' until it's a gay or trans person or poc who personally annoys you#you get where this is going#tw: torture mention#tw: abuse mention#tw: rape mention#tw: homophobia mention#tw: transphobia mention#tw: racism mention#In the Vents#oh I can't even believe I forgot 'dictatorships are bad' until one of them labels itself as the Right Kind Of Communist and then you#excuse everything they do in the name of anti-imperialism#genuinely I am so over this I'm not going to be polite or patient about this anymore lmao.
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sondersil · 1 year ago
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note to self: if you have repeatedly been made to feel some type of way about your silly little doodles by someone in the past, don't fucking draw them something for their birthday.
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kkujo · 2 years ago
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unproduciblesmackdown · 2 years ago
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also a special shoutout for real like wendy epic ableism moments when she stops talking directly to winston and expresses this is b/c he communicates too incorrectly (here too literally or whatever, once again whether he misinterpreted her or she misinterpreted him, it's put on him) and thus he doesn't deserve that
#winston billions#and i mean handshake with how winston's basically not considered allowed to talk at all by anyone out here#but like. alright we're not showing that winston is in the room mostly for a joke but even randos are like ''hmm. bit impolite'' lol#but once we do see him b/c he's speaking....like actually it Is heinously rude / diminishing / infantilizing to be spoken to indirectly#and The Behavior Is Inherently Ableist Here like ofc it's probably rude no matter what outside some kind of rly specific contexts lol but#that here she Is just implying he doesn't get to be spoken to b/c of some shortcoming / assumed lack of capacity#whatever she Does mean by ''see the matrix'' which is nothing but convenient vagueness abt Ability anyways#he's only here b/c she thinks he's annoying or w/e or otherwise extrinsically showing lack of value (can't be ableism there....)#and like winston and any other character is like. it's not textual sure but it doesn't need to be Textually Labeled#and sometimes can't be when ppl absolutely write based of ppl they know / encounter but don't know are autistic or etc#and that's how it works irl too. someone being Officially(tm) Autistic or smthing shouldn't be some necessary disclosure#b/c it's about The Underlying Principles At Play vs making some approved ''exceptions.'' if he's supposedly allistic it's still sm shit.#like how trans ppl & transphobia could exist prior to those terms even existing to be used. ppl are affected by them w/o being Out....#& btw like ppl still saying some shit like ''some autistic ppl will just be Bad At / Have No Social Skills & you have to be chill abt it''#like what does [social skills] mean here. what's the underlying element of socializing that they may do differently but you say is a Worse#or Absent version of the ''normal'' way of going about things. even if you actually get specific enough abt what a ''skill'' is; which is#gonna be a non universal non rule probably inaccurate idea of a Normal(tm) pattern of behavior/approach; sure maybe some ppl will struggle#to do that or largely/entirely not be able to do it / be unwilling to do it; gasp; what's its goal/effect & do they pursue/achieve that#another way. e.g how much AAC could be considered inherently ''bad'' re socializing or a lack of w/e ''skills'' or etc.#then like ok so once again a begrudging exception for autistic ppl is made. what's ''being okay with'' that even look like then? is anyone#gonna be using their ''good social skills'' to more successfully interact w/them? is Not socially excluding / ostracizing / punishing an#autistic person an Exception / something Extra you heroically do? e.g. & so what if some theoretical person isn't socially engaging w/other#ppl in any way. what do & don't they ''deserve'' differently from others b/c of that.#& anyways meanwhile they're certainly talking abt winston's Capabilities. but mostly talking around it b/c the point is He Gets Results &#will keep getting those results b/c why wouldn't he. but they can just cite anything to argue why oh but he doesn't Really have the value#cue vague shit like matrix refs b/c if he was Reeally talented we'd think he acts right. b/c Any bs can be said b/c winston doesn't have#the insulation or backup or ability to independently wield/gain social status his way through this shit. is only allowed to talk to#coworkers abt it by making it abt taylor actually (which is also true). still only makes it b/c rian is correctly remaining in the#acceptable range of being offbeat. so she already has more power than him & can choose to keep him around as that fun punching bag ig yay#then nobody cares. also he can't say he controls an instrument but Others refer to ''genius'' but negatively. wendy rhoades Would do ABA fr
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medicinemane · 2 years ago
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#I'm not saying I'm perfect; but I'm saying I can at least cite places where I've changed my mind when given new evidence#I used to be hardline pacifist; shut down all military everywhere type thinking#but I saw the horror of what was happening in Ukraine#and it didn't take much for me to see that the only solution was to give them the weapons to defend themselves with#and sadly that means I have to admit that weapons manufacture does serve a purpose and is required even if it shouldn't be#and it means... fucking having to admit the DOD needs to exist even though I hate them#doesn't mean I don't get to think that they need to... you know... pass a fucking audit#and doesn't mean I don't think they need to be reigned in; that there's dangers to opaque cultures like military culture#and it doesn't mean... doesn't mean I like the army or the military industrial complex#just that... as I understand more about defense economics and logistics... I against what I want to see#begin to see points to making large numbers of missiles and shit because... quantity of production can bring prices down#you can end up getting a lot more for the same price; and... and you can sell them; which again I morally oppose but...#I'm coming to accept is just a fact of life when you have people willing to invade their neighbor#maybe you should sell them some weapons; recoup some of the insane spending you've done; and give them tools to defend themselves#I fucking changed my mind on this despite frankly finding it all abhorrent and thinking the US is run like a shit show#because sometimes the reality of things has to win out over what I think should be the reality of things#and sometimes the wellbeing of Ukrainians outweighs if I believe in war or not#I may not fucking be close to perfect; and there's probably plenty of places I'm wrong about shit#hell; even here I could actually somehow be wrong#(though I'm sorry... it's hard to see the people suffering horribly and not think they need to be able to defend themselves)#but at least I fucking am capable of changing my mind... which I feel like is more than some of you#you'll never fucking acknowledge that you might be doing great great great harm based purely on belief#while I in disagreeing with you at least admit I could be wrong but am acting on my best information#at least I fucking stumble and grope my way through life without the knowledge of good and evil#I'd far rather than then boldly stomp my way through life so certain I'm right; the bodies under my boots be damned#fuck you for your dogmatic points of you; and worst of all fuck you for not even meaning to be cruel or cause pain#yet still closing your eyes to any pain you do cause because you know you're actually right#you spin every last thing that defies what you believe till it only reinforces it#and I see no way to get you to sit down at the table and try and figure out what's best for everyone#because you'd just boldly proclaim you already knew and demand I agree
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aeide-thea · 2 years ago
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me, full of ongoing scrupulosity abt microplastics and also a vague sense that it would be good for me to take another crack at incorporating running into my life for 'holy shit i desperately need endorphins' reasons, scouring the shorts market for anything natural-fiber but also functionally/aesthetically fit for purpose and coming up almost* entirely blank: what if i bought another one of the merino-tencel tanks whose fabric i'm in love with (or‚ you know‚ sourced similar fabric somewhere that wasn't already a different garment‚ but like‚ that would involve learning things about 'where to get specialty fabric' in addition to the 'how to sew it' part) and turned it into running shorts? surely it couldn't be that hard??
⸻ * in fairness, icebreaker does make some that tbh are probably ideal except for cost but like. do i want to go running in basketball shorts? not really. and the tiny (women's) version only comes in black which is so dreary. i keep hoping they'll come out with some other colors but so far no dice! also an extremely crunchy-granola company makes some weird little gym shorts in a hemp knit which. i'm sorry, i grew up in manhattan and i'm dubious! they might be great but! 🧐
#yes it absolutely could#i mean there IS a sewing machine kicking around downstairs somewhere and i think according to Baby Sister it even works#so in theory i could re-teach myself how to use it#and also in theory a tiny pair of drawstring shorts shouldn't be *that* hard‚ i feel like??#(they say‚ totally naively)#i definitely don't really understand how you deal with curves. like i know sometimes you cut little notches into them but. when. why.#anyway i think actually normal running shorts are woven fabric and the tanks i'm obsessed with are knit so.#WOULD probs have to source different fabric.#this is too many humps to get over so realistically it's not going to happen#and frankly given that i already own nylon shorts it's like. what's the plan for those#like even if i did make tencel/merino ones to replace them… the other ones still exist#i guess if they just sat in a box under my bed forever they at least wouldn't be producing microplastics???? (is that even true really?)#like with most stuff that's environmentally bad it's still better to keep using it than to replace it before time#but like. if it's washing that creates the microplastics and otherwise they're just a relatively inert pile of plastic in my closet…#maybe it IS actually better to like. file them away until society works out Plastic Disposal decades from now??#idk. also this is all SO sad to me bc brightly-colored gorpcore would otherwise be my EXACT aesthetic#i was a patagonia baggies kid and i would happily be a patagonia baggies adult but. sigh!!#honestly this entire problem is too big for me#i have just enough brain to be making myself crazy abt it but not enough brain to know how to tackle it#and honestly the solution probs isn't really individual anyway#it'll be like. scientists working out microplastics filtration and safe degradation#and textile people developing better textiles going forward#anyway. sometimes you stay up too late and yr brain starts spinning in ways that feel exciting and productive but. aren't.
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cigaretteparfum · 2 years ago
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i seem to have fallen into some kind of a rabbit hole and losing me mind at a worrying pace. people call wearing henna a cultural appropriation? when at this point it's been spread to so many different countries, all with their different takes of its usage and meaning?? why and how??? because as far as am aware the indian and arab* sailors and traders back in the day were happy to share what they got on pretty much every port they found themselves in, including henna, because ... that's kinda the point. like, yeah, am sure there are groups to whom henna holds a significant cultural and/or religious meaning, or at the very least have specific patterns that are. and there's bound to be just as many groups to whom henna is just a decorative kinda thing, to be worn for festivities or for fun, for those afternoons you're kinda bored and got too much time on your hands.
at this point you can't even call wearing henna a form of CA just based off one or two regions due to their specific meanings alone; there's like, a whole continent and a half to consider, with even the latest import happening, like, during the single or at most double-digit century. that's fucking old. not as old as like, egypt or even india sure, but still old enough to have fully be ingrained in their own cultures.
*singling out indians and arabs bc they were the two actors most relevant to how my people got introduced to henna in the first place. idk about others, lol.
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smalleevee · 3 months ago
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it's cool how one day i can have a headache so bad it makes me puke and then i still have to wake up and go to work the next morning
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