#aude-e

[skeysesil]

every time I see American youtubers coming to Romania to do paranormal investigations searching for Vlad, addressing him in English, all I can imagine is this:

care pizda mă-sii e ăsta?

[mercifuil]

I really need someone to translate this ff I made into Italian bc I just know the google translate version (except for 2 chapters) I made is shit

[rtrevisan]

Conhecimento não é mais suficiente [GA]

Quando comecei este blog há 15 anos, meu objetivo era a divulgação de conhecimento sobre a relação entre arquitetura, urbanismo, design (AUD) e gestão, mercado e, posteriormente, planos de negócios. Na época, o que havia de mais impressionante era a possibilidade de se transmitir e capturar informações e conhecimento pela internet. YouTube, Google e redes sociais eram a coqueluche e o fetiche do…

[paranormalglass]

plugging my art account @squideclipse

GO LOOK AT MY LITTLE STINKERS !!!!!!!!

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

Going crazy over the fact that ST4 El was posed over Max the same as a over Will in ST1 but then WHY THE FUCK IS LUCAS THERE TOO

[bambisnc]

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

[lenasai]

evacuation fundraisers that need your help - last updated 11/18

please reblog this post so other people can see these campaigns!! especially for the gaza funds campaigns - most of these people are not on tumblr and not actively fundraising here. as you can see, many of them are stagnating and have not received a single donation in around a week or more. please know that my posts for these campaigns do not get much attention at all. even the ones you may see from me with a decent number of reblogs are mostly me reblogging from myself. do with this information what you will. i do not check to see who reblogs what from me and will not judge you if you don't reblog, but please understand i am struggling to get any attention on these campaigns and would appreciate some help

weekly gaza funds spotlight campaign:

$20,502 / $70,000

previous gaza funds spotlight campaigns:

ibrahim's family: €85,359 / €100,000

ghada and abdulrahman: €12,100 / €50,000

dr. isam's family: $6,132 CAD / $70,000 - no donations in six days!!!

mahmoud qaddoha: €7,725 / €100,000

ahmad abuabdou: €7,603 / €12,500

hassan abdullah: $6,735 / $40,000

hossam abo shab: kr67,388 SEK / 200,000

firas al-shaer: $9,197 / $50,000 - no donations in four days

raghad's family: $83,774 / $100,000 - no donations in three days

mosab moqat: €6,576 / €7,500

saja mashharawi: $6,834 CAD / $45,000

nizar zakout: CHF26,304 / CHF35,000 - NO DONATIONS IN EIGHT DAYS‼️‼️‼️

ghazi mekawi: €11,585 / €50,000

vetted fundraisers:

i try to not use links in vetting info where possible because tumblr limits the number of links in a post. many of these campaigns have provided vetting info in their pinned posts, so check them out! for campaigns reblogged by 90-ghost, you can check the notes and see that people have linked his reblog in the notes for easy access.

ameeraayman2: €2,458/ €60,000 (#153 on this list)

hadeelalifamily8: €2,387 / €70,000 (reblogged by 90-ghost)

strangekittengalaxy: £2,691 / £55,000 (more info here)

saeid19: €720 / €50,000 (reblogged by 90-ghost)

ahmed-gaza0: $2,406 / $30,000 (reblogged by 90-ghost)

ahmad-syam2: $7,742 CAD / $40,000 (#84 on this list)

needaafarhat: $12,070 / $29,500 (reblogged by 90-ghost)

anasb3: €10,095 / €29,000 (reblogged by 90-ghost)

heba-213: $3,580 CAD / $30,000 (more info here)

moodygazau: $24,910 / $50,000 (reblogged by 90-ghost)

palestinian-mo60: €1,148/ €10,000 (#93 on this list)

halamushtaha: $3,157 / $35,000 (vetted here)

hadeel-ahmed7: €1,373 / €30,000 (reblogged by 90-ghost)

irontimemachinepeanut: $13,675 CAD / $50,000 (more info here) - no donations in three days

familgazaamal1: $7,810 / $30,000 (see pinned post)

mahmodmja: $10,048 / $25,000 (#63 on this list)

jomana-ha: $24,374 / $60,000 (more info here)

doaasalh: €335 / €50,000 (#228 on this list)

deyaa-97: €30,270 / €45,000 (reblogged by 90-ghost)

familysondos-gaza2: $1,363 CAD / $30,000 (#70 on this list)

jaber-dah: €49,425 / €100,000 (#4 on this list)

reemashour252: €140 / €50,000 (reblogged by 90-ghost)

hildanasr1: €4,327 / €50,000 (see pinned post)

voice-of-1tareq-family1: $14,962 / $92,900 (#160 on this list)

jaber-alhj7: $2,724 / $29,000 (see pinned post)

hadiasuud24: kr6,318 SEK / kr250,000 (#65 on this list) - no donations in three days

ghadaknan: $1,220 / $50,000 (see pinned post)

sohafouad: $1,215 / $20,000 (see pinned post)

salman1990a: €35 / €50,000 (reblogged by 90-ghost)

more vetted fundraisers:

ranafamily7: €1,898 / €50,000 (see pinned post)

farah-blog23: $4,979 / $35,000 (see pinned post)

tahseenfamily: $17,095 / $30,000 (see pinned post)

unvetted but likely legitimate:

habaanasif: €4,459 / €50,000

abd-gaza2: $1,778 / $100,000

mohammeddoaa: $100 AUD / $20,000

nedaafamily: €278 / €30,000

[leclsrc]

hi auds bear!! dunno if you saw charles' insta story of his new sky ad but now begging for a 2k celebration blurb of dad!charles <3

misspelled – cl16

genre: fluff, 2k celebration, girldad!charles

“It’s L-E-S, love.” He points to the piece of paper peppered with doodles. “Go ahead for me.”

The sun is high and sweltering, with noontime March heat, but still Charles is undeterred in his quest to get your daughter to spell his name properly. The evening prior, you’d presented him with a welcome home card signed by her, and addressed to Daddy Charlse—cue the Leclerc dramatics.

He’d pressed about a thousand kisses to her tiny face, thanking her over and over and keeping the card in his bag so they could cook dinner together. But once the pasta was finished and the toothbrush jingle was sang (twice) and he’d stowed her off to bed (three storybooks later), he padded over to your bed and sighed lowly, stopping just shy of the foot of it. Already you’d sensed his incoming anxious complaint.

It comes. “So. Charl-s-e.” 

“She’s four, honey.” You’d shut your book softly, smiling. “She spells her grandmum’s name as Packal.”

“It’s because I’m always out for work, isn’t it?” He climbed into bed beside you, perching his chin on your stomach. “And this is also because Max keeps insisting he babysit, sweetie. I swear, he’s brainwashing my baby girl.”

You laughed; the vibration extended into him and he smiled fondly at your reaction. “Charles, it’s nothing. They’re working on spelling at school, you know—she’s got a few words she gets wrong sometimes, the same ones. But she’s learning.”

“Charl-s-e,” he’d repeated sullenly. “Charl-seh.”

“If it matters that much, why don’t you try teaching her tomorrow?” You swept your hand through his hair, mouth in a half-smile. “Make an afternoon of it.”

He’d taken your advice very seriously—woken up a bit earlier, cooked them both pancakes (and you French toast, as always) and led her into the yard for some daddy-daughter time. “If you’re thirsty, I made lemonade,” you sing-song from the patio door. “You two’ve been at it for a bit.”

There are scrapped pieces of paper with his name misspelled on most of them—there is the occasional success, though you’re guessing Charles wants just one more—and drawings of your family all over them. You already sense the influx of pictures Charles has on his phone, of these drawings and cards he always posts on his Instagram or sends to you.

At your announcement, Julia looks up, green eyes piqued with interest, grip on the red crayon loosening. But her father’s faster, gently coaxing her back into the mini lawn chair that sits on the yard. She nods along his careful instructions, writing slowly, sun filtering through her light brown hair.

You get short moments of reprieve like this during the season. It’s rare for Charles to visit if he’s in the thick of it—most of the time you travel to a different city to see him, Julia going from your hip to his arms in seconds once he spots the two of you. But this moment is irreplaceable: the sunrays on the grass, the lemonade waiting to be drank, the pieces of paper with Mommy and Papa, bunchfuls of grapes on the patio table. 

He tries again. “Come on, love. C-H-A…” 

She bounds into the kitchen five minutes clutching a final paper, which she shows you with a sun-tinged face of pride. CHARLSE, it reads still. You pour her a glass, wait for Charles to finish packing up the rest of the art materials Julia was too excited to do herself; he comes in a bit sweaty from the sun asking to see the card.

You hand him a glass and press a kiss to his cheek. “Still S-E,” you say, both of you reading over the various scribbles.

“I don’t care.” He pauses. “You see this?” He points to the lower part of the page. 

Best Daddy Ever is written on it in wild vivid colors. You beam, love bubbling up in your chest overwhelmingly. He takes it from you and tacks it onto on the fridge, smiling. “She wrote that. I couldn’t have asked for a better card.” 

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Another Donation Post!

Please pick one and donate even the minimum amount! Red is below 10% of their goal!

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Not yet vetted but likely legitimate:

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And if you are looking for other important initiatives to donate to:

Help Gaza Children (resources such as food and other essentials)

Care For Gaza (non-profit charity)

Life For Gaza (the municipality is attempting to repair the water supply and sewage treatment)

Connecting Humanity (e-sims for Gaza)

Updates:

Original post: August 19th, 2024

Update 1: August 28th, 2024

Update 2: September 12th, 2024

[enullarts]

The dawn of a whole new world

Wrote a trans!m!byleth x Cl/aude from f/e/3/h birth fic bc i thought about them for too long and developed emotions again

cw// tmpreg, descriptions of birth, mostly neutral wording, Byleth is the one who got pregnant

"I love you. With everything I am. And the next time we see each other... it will be at the dawn of a whole new world. A peaceful, happy world."

If Byleth had known how serious Claude was about this he would have held onto him longer, kissed him harder, done everything within his power to memorise his beloved Golden Deer's features, smell, taste. But it was not meant to be, time did not stop for anyone and there was a religion to build back up in Fódlan and a war to quell in Almyra. He also understood this, and the sooner he and Claude began this journey, the sooner they would be reunited.

And it wasn't like they never saw each other, the international relations meetings between the nations still occured regularly, except for the fact that they were now on opposing sides, trying to come to a mutually beneficial arrangement for both countries. Byleth lived for those weeks where either he would come on a peacekeeping mission to Almyra or Claude, now going by his true name Khalid, would visit his old Fódlan home. Quick stolen glances, kisses on the hand, nightly sneak outs as they tore into each other like animals starving.

They managed to keep their relationship downlow for a while. That is, until one day, Byleth felt a flutter in his lower abdomen which had slowly been growing over the course of the months. At first, he had thought he was just becoming a bit plump from regular hearty meals around the monastry. But a quick visit to the healer quickly dispelled any guesses on what it was. He was pregnant.

A pang of fear sank into his heart, he had no idea when he would next see Claude, sometimes he would not see him for years. Sending a private message that could be intercepted some way would spell chaos for the fragile relations the countries were embroiled in as it was. They were not wed, the baby, although desired and loved, would be deemed a bastard and a liability for Claude's claim to the throne. No, he had to keep it a secret.

He swore the healer to secrecy and informed only his closest advisors within the monastry. His robes would cover his changing form well enough and in the last few months he would temporarily withdraw from public view with the excuse of needing it for internal affairs. (Not technically a lie).

Time went on and his belly only grew, his back ached from all the standing and moving he had to do, he was by no means fragile, but the extra weight, the nausea, the anxiety, sometimes it would all become too much and he would take ill, needing Seteth or Rhea to take over while he rested. Despite his illness he loved the days he could lie in bed and feel his and Claude's baby. He spoke quietly to them, hoping the baby could hear his voice and know how much his other papa loved them even though he didn't know when their child would get to meet him.

Finally, his belly grew big enough it was no longer able to be concealed, and he took to solitude, remaining in his room and only seeing selected people who knew about his condition and the child's father. Marianne came by often when she wasn't busy with Hilda and they would sit and read books together.

--

The sun had just risen when Byleth awoke to a painful cramp in his abdomen making him grunt and curl in on himself, both hands encircling his now full term belly which was rock hard and clenching angrily. He breathed deeply, gently rubbing circles around his sides as he smiled down, tracing a stretchmark. "Hello, love... are you practicing again?"

He waited a moment and soon his belly relaxed once again, allowing him to sit up slowly, one hand continuously on his lower abdomen, supporting his lower belly. He had noticed it had dropped significantly in the last few days and the contractions had gone from every few days to every day now, they were beginning to hurt for longer too. Not to mention all that weight in between his hips. Some days he felt so full and low he thought the baby was about to fall out of him. But he had reached full term now, and a few days really. And still no sign of the baby arriving.

He had a feeling today would be different though.

He dressed himself lightly, it was a light summer morning, the heat of the day had not yet taken hold and a cool breeze blew in from his opened window.

Byleth closed his eyes and breathed deeply, letting himself calm and take in the day. His mind wandered back to the night more than nine months ago now that had apparently conceived this miracle child. Whispers of "I love you" and desperate and quick touches, they only had a few hours of privacy before Claude would be off again. Definitely not as romantic as the both of them would have liked.A cloud blocked the sun for a moment and a chill ran down Byleth's spine now, a flash of fear entering during this moment of vulnerability.

Due to Byleth's creation he had doubted he could bear children, or that he would become sick like his mother when the time came to bear the child. But he felt good today, calm.. he could only pray this was a good sign. He wanted this baby more than anything, and he wanted to live to see them grow and meet their father.

--

"Oh!" Byleth gasped, clutching his abdomen as he dropped the book he had been reading in his private library with Marianne. It was midday and the pains were definitely worse now, coming regularly. The lady quickly hurrying over to help her former teacher stay standing.

"Is it the baby, Byleth?" Marianne asked quietly and rubbed his back as he softly panted through the latest pain.

He could only nod, an emotion of grief welling up inside him. Was Claude going to miss the birth of their child? He had been adamant about keeping it from him to not interfer with his work, but now that the time had come for the baby to arrive- that he was going to give birth without Claude with him, that he wouldn't be the first to hold their baby? Oh.. it hurt.

"Byleth... you're crying..." Marianne's voice drew him back as she made him sit and produced a little hankerchief to gently pat away his tears. Her eyes gentle with concern. "Does it hurt a lot? Is there anything I can do?"

Byleth dried his eyes further with the meat of his palm. "Help me to my room... We should prepare."

--

It was well into the night until Byleth's labor had progressed into the active phase, he had stripped into wearing just a night gown and had shed his undergarments as his water kept leaking slowly over the stone tile floor as he waddled around, clinging to the bedposts or walls when he needed to breathe through a contraction. He didn't allow anyone near him, no one to touch him. Every touch just reminded him of the fact that the person he wanted the most wasn't here. Didn't even know he had to be here.

"Ohh... nghhh..... a-ahh..." Byleth huffed through his latest contraction, sinking into a squat by the end if the bed. "Ch...check.." he ordered softly and allowed a healer to come over and he spread his legs.

"8 centimetres, your grace... Nearly ready for pushing.." Byleth sobbed, his knees buckling so he now sat on the ground, arms supporting him against the bed. He was exhausted, having born the labor so long now. "Help me.."

More healers came over now to help him onto the bed, they wiped his forehead, neck and face down with a cool cloth and massaged his angry contracting midsection in an attempt to help him open up more. Byleth's face was grief stricken, all the hands on him nauseating. They were not who he wanted.

--

"A-Ah..!! A-Aah!!" Byleth moaned loudly, his back arching forward and hands gripping the back of the headboard as his belly clenched tight once again, barely any time for rest between pains now.

This time, the pain came with a new signal. Push!! It said and Byleth gave in easily, beginning to feel the baby finally move lower within him. His breath came quick and shallow as he adjusted to the new feeling of the baby moving and wiggling itself downwards while he pushed. He sobbed again, head lolling to the side as he rested, his hands coming to hug his abdomen.

"G-get out..." He trembled as the healers once again tried to assist."But, your grace! You're about to give birth, we need to-"

"Get out!!" Byleth cried again, curling in on himself and away from them. "Guards!"

"Byleth!" Marianne whimpered as the guards entered in a panic. "Wait!"

"Get them out!" Byleth ordered, tears escaping his eyes now as he grit his teeth and felt the next pain beginning to build. He needed to be alone, he could not stand the idea of these people seeing their baby before Claude could.

"Now!!"

As the healers and Marianne were ushered out Byleth got himself onto his hands and knees and cried out as his body bore down instinctively. His entire body shook with the effort, all his calm overtaken by this desperate need to birth this baby yet also his heart screamed out for his love, that somehow, somehow he knew the pain Byleth was in, what was happening right now, and he was on his way to his side.

But there was simply no way... Claude was in Almyra, a month's trip away at least.. He would have to do this alone.

--

Time passed in a blur, Byleth's pushing alternating between him sobbing from pain and effectively bringing the baby closer.

Another hour went by and only a sliver of the baby's head was visible between the man's lips. Byleth kept his hand there as an anchor to keep himself focused. His sheets were drenched in blood and sweat from all his moving and pushing.

He was anxious, feverish and feeling delirious from pain, his breathing still shallow despite trying to calm himself, he was thinking about his mother. She died to give birth to him, what if... what if he...No.. he couldn't think that way. He was going to see his baby and raise them properly until Claude could see him too.

"Khalid..." he murmured as he tensed for another push, his head falling back against the mattess, eyes squeezed shut as his body squeezed against the burden within. "Khalid....!"

A soft breeze of cool air flittered through the open window, followed by a thump of something heavy dropping onto the ground. Byleth's eyes flung open anxiously, if they were being attacked he would have no way to defend himself in his current state. But instead his eyes met those warm green ones he had come to know so well. Before he could even utter the name he was at his side, pulling him into a warm embrace.

"I'm here, Byleth..." Claude murmured, his lips pressed to the top of Byleth's head, inhaling his scent as he held his lover tightly.

"Khalid..." Byleth sobbed, his hands beginning to cling to the other man, desperate for support as his body clenched harder and more of the baby appeared between his legs even without his efforts. "I-it's coming.. Oh, Gods, its coming out. It hurts."

Claude pulled Byleth close, keeping him as upright as possible while the man pushed and pulled his legs back as much as possible to give room to the emerging baby. "You've done so well Byleth... I'm so sorry, I came as fast as I could..."

"How?" Byleth managed after releasing the push and relaxing against Claude's chest, nuzzling into him for comfort, his scent comforting.

"Lysithea... She performed a portal spell at Marianne's insistence... I understand why you kept it from me By.. but Gods... I should have been here.." Claude's voice shook with pain and concern that Byleth had been in pain for so long all alone. "Where are the others?"

"I sent them away..." Byleth mumbled. "I couldn't bear the thought the baby would be held by anyone but you..." A tired sob ripped from his throat as he felt another contraction build yet again. " I'm so tired Claude... Oh Gods, help me..!!"

He wailed as another contraction built up, stronger and stronger until he was pushing even without conscious effort yet again, the baby's once again making progress, little by little. Inch by painful inch. Even with Claude there comforting him it felt torturous. He thought of his mother again, had she endured this agony for him too?

"a-ahh... mhhh ohhh..." His breaths became sharp and pointed, the widest point of the head finally beginning to crown just as the contraction let up again and the baby receded just slightly. "N-no, please, ah.. ah please..!"

His head turned towards Claude's, catching his lips desperately. The other moaned into it with surprise.

"Please.." Byleth panted anxiously, his hips rolling gently. "I need you..."

Claude didn't need to think twice after hearing that, his mouth caught Byleth's in a firm and deep kiss, his hands wandering down his lover's body, refamiliarizing himself with it. He cupped one of Byleth's supple and plush breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze, earning a soft moan from the other. He noted some milk began to pearl out of it as well; gingerly he used the tip of his finger to catch the drops and licked it, it tasted somewhat salty.

Continuing his groping downward, a quick slide over Byleth's taut frame, over stretchmarks and new love handles, he took the time to admire how full and different Byleth had become since he last saw him.

Byleth's pants and moans as he still struggled to push the child into crowning went on but Claude was almost enraptured by the sight of that belly, clenching with strength down, bringing the baby closer.

Finally he reached down, gently over Byleth's thigh, inner thigh, and then...

"Oh Byleth... you're doing it, love... they're right there ..." His hand cupped the full crown of the head now as he peppered Byleth's face and neck with kisses. The other having dropped his head down against Claude's shoulder, eyes closed and mouth open and panting as he strained to keep the baby's head out. This time the crown stayed.

Claude moved his hand upwards, finding that sensitive little nub and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Oh!" Byleth gasped, his hips bucking towards Claude's hand then relaxing more, nuzzling into the crook of Claude's neck as Claude's hands began to stroke the nub gently. "... y-yes... Oh..."

Claude continued his gentle strokings, letting Byleth adjust and lean into the pleasure between the pain of the stretch. He tried to time the heavier stroking with the contractions, building more and more momentum until finally Byleth spasmed, mouth open in a silent O as he came and the baby's head slipped free.

"That's it! The head's out, Byleth! Gods you're beautiful..."The baby's head was full of little brown curls, and Claude brought Byleth's hand to the head and watched as his love felt around, laughing softly.

"Hello my little love..." Byleth whispered before turning to Claude with a smile. "They... they look like you.""Well, I suppose that's okay. I just hope they'll be more like you in personality" Claude laughed, kissing Byleth's forehead. "One more push, babe.."

A final tense moment and then another shudder as the rest of the body slid out and the baby began to wail as Byleth brought them up to his chest, tears falling from his eyes as he regarded the squaling bloody little baby. He was smiling from ear to ear.Claude's hand joined Byleth's on the baby's back, he kissed Byleth's temple and then used his shoulder to wipe some tears from his eyes. "Oh my gods, Byleth... you did it..."

--

By the time the healers were let in again, Claude had gone, but on Byleth's finger, a green ring with a flower motif decorating around it. A promise for a wedding not too far from now.

[thegallavault]

currently locked in The Gallavault 🔒📚✨

M8TE by GALLAWITCH ↳ ↳ with cover art by AUDS-AND-EVENS

Multi-Chapter | Rated: E | Word Count: 54K | Completed in: 2022

M8TE is the premiere app for unmated alphas and omegas. Just enter your location and the dates of your rut or heat cycle, and you’ll be instantly paired with up to 3 potential matches in your area. Who you choose is up to you! Just be sure to tick the appropriate boxes on your profile to signal if you’re looking for a mate or a one-time thing. M8TE. What are you waiting for?

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[fishyfishyfish0258]

[tl;dr vent despre politică, experiența mea ca persoană queer și toate cele, sorry :[ ]

e un chin sa trăiești ca persoană queer acu' când sunt alegerile că numai chestii homofobe aud și parcă nu mai scap. mă simt ca o oaie neagră pentru ceva ce n-am ales și n-am cu cine vorbi că aparent toți oamenii cu care intru în contact sunt homofobi într-un fel sau altul.

în țara asta încă se mai folosește gay ca insultă (cel puțin aia a fost experiența mea de gimnaziu și liceu) până la ăia care se plâng de lgbt pe facebook (că ai mei dau BLANĂ PE TELEFONUL LOR) că hĂĂ hĂĂ bărBAȚi îN fUStE hĂĂ hĂă.

nici nu-s impresionat, că educația cam... scârțâie aici. dacă nu ești violent și/sau nu ești vreo fițoasă, ești mâncat de viu și ești bătaia de joc al clasei (zic din experiență). nu te învață empatia, cum e să fii minoritate, toate cele. oricine-i diferit trebuie să prioriteze să iasă cu cât mai puține sechele posibil.

cam aproape toți din viața mea sunt homofobi și trebuie să înghit toate mizeriile doar ca să nu mă dau de gol. (nu mi-am făcut coming-out-ul și nici nu vreau pentru siguranța mea considerând cum e totul și sunt 100% sigură că nu voi fi acceptată). aud tot timpul de la cunoscuți cum existența persoanelor queer (și, indirect, existența mea) e anormală, păcat, ș.a.

și aia doare, ști? să fii țapul ispășitor și în școală, și-n societate pentru ceva ce n-ai ales. că societatea asta urăște oamenii ca mine atât de mult încât votează cu un dus-cu-pluta doar ca să scape de noi. singura oară când pot fi eu, așa autentic, e când sunt singur. nu cunosc alți oameni queer români cu care să le pot spune of-ul meu și începe încet-încet să mă apese.

încerc să mă țin tare că poate va fi ceva și pentru mine într-o zi. încă doare. dar e ceva.

[rtrevisan]

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I don’t normally comment about booktube here. But I’ve just seen a video and I have to get some comments off my chest.

This video was about e-readers. And while the person has a huge collection of books behind them, goes on to explain that e-readers are so unnecessary, cause they are expensive. And if you are going to buy an e-reader, just buy an iPad cause they are similar in price….

I’m sorry but in what world is an iPad and an e-reader the same price?? (Or yk other tablets of a similar nature).

This person goes on to talk about how e-readers can’t install apps like Libby etc…are we just going to ignore the e-readers that run on android?? That function like a regular phone just with an e-ink screen??

I honestly gave up watching this video cause this person just sounded like they were pretty single minded on the topic. So here’s my two cents.

Pro’s for an ereader: (at least in my case)

1. E-reader’s are amazing for portability. Physical books can get very heavy, and although I love them, I hate taking physical books out with me cause I’m terrified of damaging them.

2. Books in my country, are incredibly expensive. You can go to the bookstore, and end up spending $50 AUD and get 1-2 books depending on what you get. Hard covers are usually $40+! Paperbacks can range between $17-$40 also. And if it doesn’t get printed in Australia?? Good luck. The only way I could get Hunting Adeline was to pay $65. Because whenever I ordered it from Amazon at $35, from America, it would come absolutely obliterated because they don’t package it in anything but a basic plastic mailer bag. No protection at all.

3. E-readers are much better for your eyes and don’t have constant distracting notifications and people trying to ring you. I have weak eye muscles. Always have. I wear glasses for this. And I used to read on my phone cause it’s what I have with me while I was out. But once I got an e-reader, I realised just how bad my eye strain was from my phone. E-readers have seriously improved my reading stamina especially since mine has the orange light feature. It’s not like we all don’t have an internet or phone addiction anyway. At least according to statistics I’ve seen in the past. Majority of us are trying to spend less time on our phones and more time doing what we love. And e-readers absolutely help with that. (Much better for my ADHD too honestly.)

4. I live with roommates, I have very limited space. So big book collections is just not something that’s possible for me. I’d love to, but again, space and money.

5. E-readers have given me the opportunity to read books that I’d never be able to get. Because of space reasons, money reasons, and the fact that Australia just does not get the wide selection of books that other countries do. We miss out so much. Some books, we have to wait YEARS for, while everyone else gets them on release dates. My e-reader has been such a huge investment for me, as well as an opportunity maker to give me the option to read books I’d never be able to get other wise.

I will clarify this by saying yes, I do have an iPad. But that was a gift. I didn’t buy it for myself. My mother very graciously bought it for me with her inheritance money. She went out of her way to make sure I had a good working device for university. That iPad was over $2,000 aud. My e-reader?? $250!!! HUGE price difference. And it has helped me save so much money in the process. Cause if I read the ebook, and don’t like it, that’s okay, refund. If I do??? Then I can absolutely go out and hopefully track down a physical copy. If that’s not possible?? I still have the digital version. That I can enjoy over and over.

No, I’m not ignoring the cons to do with DRM, and companies censoring ebooks, not at all. But I feel like either way there is still more pros then what this person was giving e-readers credit for. She sounded privileged honestly, she may not have a use for e-readers. But to be saying that you don’t need one, and that they are completely unnecessary….its just incorrect.

I haven’t even touched on how e-readers help others with disabilities to be able to access books. I have a friend for example that has been very unwell for many years now. And because of this, she has fatigue and strength issues. She at one stage could barely hold a book. But once she got her kindle, she was so over joyed cause she could finally enjoy books again. Kindles are so light, they have stands etc. It honestly reminds me of the people that say audiobooks arnt counted as reading and you shouldn’t do it. Sure, let’s just alienate all the people that can’t read or have vision impairment right? (For clarity, I’m being sarcastic.) Or how about all the cultures that past on the culture, history, legends etc all by word of mouth?? For centuries, way before anyone invented written script. But that’s a whole other tangent I can go off about later.

If e-readers arnt for you, that’s totally fine. But to say no one has a need for them, because physical books exist, is just closed minded. Just because you have the privilege of a huge book library and may not have use of an e-reader, doesn’t not mean that other people don’t have a great use for them.

Anyway, that’s my rant. I don’t like ranting online. But this just frustrated me so much. No hate to this person personally, I just think they weren’t open to the possibilities of how these devices are used and fulfil needs for other people that live differently.

If you read this, cool! I hope you have a good day. And enjoy reading what you are currently 💝

[ethaku]

înnebunesc când o aud pe mama spunându-mi că s-a săturat de politică, că mă consum degeaba atunci când îi plâng în telefon pentru că mi-e frică pentru viitorul meu, că n-are rost să mă cert cu tata care vrea să voteze cu un fascist. oare crede că eu nu m-am săturat? oare crede că mie nu mi-a ajuns să văd politică și știri și oameni stresați (pe bun drept) de fiecare dată când îmi deschid telefonul? oare nu m-am săturat să mă simt datoare să țin de mânuță extremiștii spălați pe creier din familia mea și să le explic de ce un vot pentru georgescu e un vot direct împotriva mea ca ființă umană? de mai bine de o săptămână nu fac nimic în afară de a mă panica zilnic și a-mi plânge de milă când văd cum starea țării se înrăutățește de la o zi la alta. poate vreau și eu să simt că merit să trăiesc în țara asta, fără să trebuiască să le demonstrez acelorlași politicieni bășiți care distrug țara de ani de zile că sunt demnă de a avea 3 drepturi în propria țară. trăim într-o realitate în care demonizăm iubirea „neconvențională” dintre 2 oameni, în timp ce îl invităm pe Dracu la noi în casă și îi dăm 22.94% din voturi la alegeri.

[juodojimirtis]

Warrior Nun characters as latin quotes

Ava: Aut viam inveniam aut faciam (I shall either find a way, or make one)

Lilith: Veni, Vidi, Vici (I came, I saw, I conquered)

Adriel: Flectere si nequeo Superos, Acheronta movebo (If I cannot bend Heaven, I will raise Hell)

Beatrice: Amor omnia vincit (love conquers all)

Mother Superion: Si vis pacem, para bellum (if you desire peace, prepare for war)

Camila: In omnia paratus (ready for everything)

Yasmine: Fores fortuna adiuvat (Fortune favors the brave)

Jillian: Sapere aude (dare to know)

Michael: Non est ad astra mollis e terris via (there is no easy way from the earth to the stars)

Mary: Familia ante omnia (family over all)

Areala: Non desistas non exieris (never give up, never surrender)

Vincent: Igne natura renovatur integra (through fire, nature is reborn whole)

Duretti: Et tu, Brute? (You also, Brutus?)

Reya: Fiat lux! (let there be light!)

Kristian: Tantum religio potuit saudere malorum (To such heights of evil has religion been able to drive men)

Shannon: Ubi amor, ibi dolor (where there is love, there is pain)