#donor base

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[wiezumbeispiel]

Misc portal things inbetween projects

[epiphainie]

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[moongothic]

So the Seraphim only take orders from certain people they've been programmed to follow (namely the Vegapunks and the Gorosei), but also they do take orders from individuals who possess an authority chip. Between that and the knowledge that the Seraphim are cyborgs, it makes me wonder...

Like, do they have somekinda control chip installed somewhere in their bodies (brain, spine?) that acts as the thing that forces them to follow orders and not act (too much) on their own will? 'Cause would the existence of an authority chip, a thing that essentially "sends out orders", not also imply the existence of something that recieves the order (like other than their brain) and forcibly puts it into motion? Something similar to whatever visual scanner+database combo Vegapunk installed into Kuma that allowed him to instantly recognize certain people and whether or not they were enemies or allies to him (at least as far as the WG thinks)

'Cause if so, like. I wonder. Could you remove that chip and basically free the Seraphim from being just borderline-mindless flesh robots?

In that scenario... what would they become?

Because, like, we don't know how much Free Will the Seraphim even have, how developed their minds are? Are/would they be fully functional human beings (if immature because they're still kids) who have just had half their mind essentially turned off so they don't think about anything else except following orders? If you freed them from the WG's control would they be able to live and function freely just like Stussy's clone can? But when being under that kind of control is all they've ever known, would they know how to function? Like what do you do, where do you go, who do you become? Who are you to begin with, does that even matter? What about your relation to the person you were cloned from, what does that mean? Are you doomed (🐊🦩🦇) or expected (🦈🐻🐍🦅) to become just like the person you were cloned from? Do you even want that? What will having that kind of freedom to do and become whatever you want even mean to someone who has never known what it means to even want something for themselves?

(But also, depending on who you were cloned from, would people even trust you enough to allow you go free and live your own life, or would you be deemed a threat by simply existing because you are the clone of a horrible, heinous person?) (Of course, we know existing is not a crime, and no one is born into this world a criminal. But we also know the World of One Piece does not always think this kindly)

[irradiatedwarlock]

This show is trying to kill me.

[witchofthesouls]

Would Tarn every admit to imprinting on carrier? Like “Well of course we are married—*goes into some long speech about family and sparkling dynamics that some how includes megatron*” or is it just a silent agree between everyone that yeah these two are together but we just gonna poke around that.

That Idiot Sandwich didn't even know he imprinted. Tarn is a mech of extremes, so he's an overachiever to the max.

Nickel and Kaon formed a powerful blockade against Vos' machinations to convert Tarn to his tastes in the berth.

Shoot, because Kaon's dreams of a wedding gets dashed since Tarn isn't getting a clue, he puts in the paperwork of a bonded couple by witnessed Conjunx Ritus.

Tarn helps out with your carriage, and you debrided the active infection on his face. It fits the Acts enough.

It gets approved. By who? No one knows, but everyone starts talking because it's Tarn. That Tarn. As in Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division. Y'know, Megatron's biggest fan-boy?

That Tarn got married?! To a living mech!? Really!?!?

Of course, no one knows until the DJD starts coming across other Decepticons that's just going, "Congratulations! I think..."

Tarn misunderstands them as a picking up duties necessary to the Decepticon cause and its roots.

Other Decepticons: Holy shit, this slagger reproduced-

Now, there are so many rumors going around with about Tarn's never seen bonded. Like buckwild rumors like "Megatron gave Tarn a defective clone" and "It has to be an Autobot trap" and "What if High Command ordered him to check if his abilities could be passed or negated?"

And then it devolves into what kind of crazy, horrifying Pits of tortured debauchery or witchcraft is his bonded capable of. Like, who the hell would pledge loyalty to such a mech!?

Meanwhile, you're in the ship trying to coax the guy into a different position because your knees and thighs are too exhausted.

[urlocalwhumper]

a group of survivors in a post apocalyptic world stumble upon a lonely little house on the edge of a forest. beside the house is a single grave, inside the house is android whumpee.

they've been there, alone, for years. they're visibly excited to have company, though there's this melancholic air and weight to everything they do. they don't have food for the survivors - they never bothered keeping any considering they don't need it - but they do have medicine and blankets and tools, and they're happy to share.

the survivors all flash each other guilty looks. because while they appreciate the supplies, that isn't what they need. one of their companions is an android, and in desperate need of repair. what they really need is parts.

parts that android whumpee almost certainly has.

when they admit this, whumpee goes silent. and then they readily agree.

when the survivors ask them if they're sure, that this will render them nonfunctional and as good as dead, whumpee tells them that the grave outside belongs to their owner. whumpee had been their faithful, beloved companion for over fifteen years. whumpee had tended to them in their final days, as infection from a wound they didn't have the means to treat slowly took them. whumpee had held their hand as they died. whumpee had buried them beside their shared home.

whumpee has not wanted to be here anymore from the moment they lowered the only person they've ever loved, their body lovingly wrapped in their favorite blanket, into their grave. for ten years they've wanted nothing more than to lay beside them and sleep forever.

but they stayed. to tend to the house, to their owner's grave, and maybe to finally help someone the way they couldn't help their love. and being essentially an organ donor for another android, one who still had a reason to live and people who loved them, was good enough for them.

"you can have the house. everything in it. it's all yours." whumpee said, unbuttoning their shirt so the group mechanic could more easily get at their chassis. "take any spare parts you want, as well. i won't be needing them."

they paused, looking up so they could meet the survivors' eyes. "just bury me next to them. please. it's all i ask."

the android survivor, the one they were giving their life for, reached over and gripped their hand. "i will. i promise."

whumpee gave them a small smile, then took a deep breath to settle themself. they pulled their shirt off, and sat propped up against a wall.

"it was nice meeting you all." they said.

"you too." one of the survivors responded. "thank you so much. for everything."

whumpee fixed their eyes onto a picture of their love that they'd hung on the wall - happy, healthy, alive - and powered themself off, content with the knowledge that they'd never power back on again.

[mendely]

even if i am not hyperfixating on a character anymore you must know that they live on as parts taken and incorporated into my OCs

[googiesarakaya]

do you have some cashish lying around? some disposable income? are you gripped with the capitalist urge to spend money this weekend but burdened by the understanding that, hey, that’s probably just the consumerism trained into you and you don’t actually need a six egg cooker and actually waiting for the water to boil is fine, what’s even the point of a one trick pony like that?

but you still need that itch scratched. that money spending high. consider giving to your non-profit of choice next week!

it’ll be giving tuesday on the 28th, which is a day that always happens the tuesday after american thanksgiving, and is meant to ~counter~ black friday and cyber monday’s utter consumerism. spend on non-profits instead of capitalism!

it also means most of the international ngos are running match campaigns! what does that mean!! your donation is gonna get matched, usually with a limit on the amount and with a deadline (ex your gift will be matched until they reach $50k by midnight, 11/28). 

here’s a few places doing matches for giving tuesday!

-doctors without borders

-international rescue committee

-save the children

-planned parenthood

-heifer international 

and if you’re not in a place to give, don’t worry! getting involved in social is also important (seeing people just talk abt the entertainment community fund on my dash during the actors strike was incredible).

[ntrlily]

It logically makes sense but it didn't occur to me before that menopause increases one's hemoglobin

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

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[bunnyb34r]

Ehehehehehe I started donating (when I can fucking remember to write a check) to two charities, both bc I genuinely support their work and believe that they're not scamming donors (like the one uses 90% of every dollar you donate for research, 8% for fundraising, and 2% for management. While march of dimes is VERY UPFRONT ab only using 10% per dollar for research for premature babies) and bc I wanted to get "free" seasonal address labels and other donor gifts in the mail

And the one charity had asked me if I wanted them to pass my info to other charities they work with to send me donor requests and WHOO BOY DID THEY EVER! I got address labels the other day from ASPCA and one I do donate to, and today I got 4 different donor requests sgfsfsfsfsfs, 2 gave me address labels >:)

My aunt used to donate to a lot of charities and when she passed I was tasked with shredding her old mail/documents bc I looove shredding shit and my God did she have a lot of address labels and notepads from charities sgdgdgdgdg that's gonna be meeeee

[perryabbott]

i just don’t trust anyone who doesn’t like the donor storyline and is mad about buck spending time with his literal niece like yall are just...

[runawaymarbles]

The midjourney stuff just reminds of when we were trying to find a new platform to host the ao3 donation form, and companies kept trying to tell me about all their "ai" features that would track donor engagement, and figure out the optimal pattern to email individual donors asking for follow up donations, and all the ways they suggest we manipulate people into staying on our websites. It was a great way to filter out who either wasn't listening to us when we described our ethics and donor base, or just didn't believe us.

Now granted ao3 is a unique case based on a) the amount of page views we get in any given time period and b) the fact that most donors absolutely do Not want to be identified as such anywhere, (the default "list of recent donors" module got nuked Immediately) but it surprised me some that the concept of "donors who value their privacy and would be furious at even the whiff of AI" is unique. Some of us really are just existing in different worlds.

[datubooty]

i think we could increase involvement in local politics many times over if we framed it as a vehicle for gossip and intrigue that coincidentally (worryingly?) also includes exercise of governmental powers

[arolesbianism]

One thing that makes my life oh so hard is that I don't actually care for most of the popular dupes that much. I don't Not like them to be clear, I do like them, I just also feel like I'm staring at a color blind test whenever I see ppl talk abt their favorite dupes and everyone involved is obsessed with the same like 3 dupes that I just sort of like well enough and nothing more. Sorry women I don't actually care abt Bubbles that much 😔