#side note: i started a book

[astranauticus]

Director of the False Last Act

[goldkirk]

I don’t know how to explain any more clearly that it doesn’t MATTER if it seems legitimate to you. You have got to fact check every single headline and post and claim on the left just like you need to do on the right.

The left is NOT immune to misinformation and rushed reporting. And the more emotionally polarizing or shocking the talking points, sound bytes, and headlines are, the worse it is and more frequently it happens.

Learn to verify through multiple independent sources. If you can’t do that, you can’t trust it.

If you have to wait extra hours for the real information to come through vetted channels—NOT just one individual somewhere everyone links to, and not just one single media source either, EVEN if it’s a major news network—thats just how it has to be. What news outside of genuine local disasters near you TRULY needs your outrage and post-sharing in the next hour specifically?

Misinformation works best by not seeming like misinformation and by fitting in with the rest of what you already expect to see. It doesn’t help anyone to not be able to recognize and avoid the stuff.

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Man I honestly kinda miss the cage lockers we used to have in elementary school

this kinda stuff

yes they looked scary (especially ours which were dark blue-green and in a shaded hallway with small windows) but that was part of the charm. it felt badass. especially when we'd try to climb on them when the teachers weren't around

[eightdoctor]

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i think i hauve covid

[why-the-heck-not]

02.10.23, thursday

I feel like taking whole weekends off doesn’t work for me. Like if I take the days off, I’ll get stuck in that mood and I’m just now getting back to the groove of things, and it’s friday again tmrw. I think the ideal for me would be like 2 weeks on and then couple days off. Something I could actually do sometimes if I just schedule it. But couple last weekends I’ve had set plans so had to have actual weekends and my productivity has taken the hit

[wizardnuke]

im a casual pjo fan in the sense that i don't really participate in fandom and haven't read the books in years but at the same time. those books made a permanent impact on my psyche. the show has awakened the sleeper cell in my brain that gives me psychic damage whenever i think about those kids

[britneyshakespeare]

I think everyone wants to own a complete works of Shakespeare and I want to get everyone a complete works of Shakespeare that is right for them

[lairn]

okay, family is gone and ajin gift exchange is complete. gears finally turning on rote winterfest. i have had one thought on the subject and i'm already kinda excited yay

[seraphic-sibyl]

I should have been born a frog. I should have been born a frog. I should have been born a frog. I should have been born a frog. I should have been born a frog. I should have been born a frog. I should have been

[mariana-oconnor]

You ever read the blurb of a book and think: oh, this seems like a nice little murder mystery, and then it turns out that actually, no, it's a complex revenge plot involving a sex-trafficking murder cult and government corruption? And one of the murderers is the good guy. Probably. Sort of.

[jesuisgourde]

the best thing about working in a bookstore is that sometimes nice regulars bring you cookies at the holidays and sometimes they bring you books by authors you've been having conversations about

[quietwingsinthesky]

I NEED YOUR OPINION ON SOMETHING REAL QUICK. Should fem Rory have long or short hair

thinks about this for a minute. she has long hair for all of s5 until she dies, and when she’s brought back, she’s also brought back as a man, picturebook perfect to be a roman soldier, and accordingly, her hair is shorter than it’s maybe ever been in her life. (amy also still recognizes her. of course she does.) anyway, she still chooses to stay in this body, alien as it is to her but no more than the plastic, really, and does so for 2000 years. her hair doesn’t grow. when people tell stories about the lone centurion, they’ll call her a man, they’ll say him, but it’s just Rory, protecting Amy, like she always has.

it’s after the big bang and the wedding and running away with the doctor (again) that rory starts to feel. uncomfortable. can’t put her finger on it, but then again, there’s always that looming dissonance of having lived two lives, one a plastic toy soldier and one a regular woman growing up. and. oh, you know what? her hair’s long again. and she’s looking at that, thinking about that, obsessing about that, because the whole of it—all two thousand years adjusting and bargaining and living in a body that wasn’t hers, suddenly being shoved back into the one she died in, like moving back into an old apartment full of cobwebs and dust and knowing where all the furniture used to go but wondering if you really want to drag it back into place—is too big to look at.

so a little bit into s6, she gets Amy to cut her hair. shorter than it’s ever been in one life, quite close to how it always was in another. amy’s very careful with the scissors. there’s a weight to losing her hair. maybe freeing later, but halfway through, she doesn’t freeze up because she’s a million miles and years from home and god, what if she goes back and her own family doesn’t recognize her- Like they couldn’t, like she doesn’t still have her own face and voice, but maybe she tried to approach them once, knowing it was a bad idea, and they looked at the lone centurion like a stranger.

amy calms her down again. all the long locks are cut, so it’s just about evening it out now. the gentle buzz of amy shaving up the back of her neck. the tiny rumble against her skin and the instinct to relax under amy’s hands as she trusts her to do this. and it is gonna end up a little messy and uneven. but i think rory likes it. or at least, that it’s familiar and it’s hers. and i think she keeps it like that the rest of her life. especially when they get sent back in time and there’s no way a pair of lesbians are gonna have it easy back a hundred years. but a husband and wife and their kid? well, that’s a different story, and rory is good at playing a role to keep amy safe.

does that answer your question?

[aetherdecember]

Another snippet from my Flipping the Coin au. Probably won’t make it into the actual fic, but I’ve been obsessed with these two and keep finding myself writing moments like this ^^

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Mordred was sprawled over Arthur’s chest, with his thumb tucked in his mouth, and blue eyes serious as he listened to the story with the gravity of a judge. The two of them are slumped in their favorite armchair, the red velvet blotchy from numerous spilled drinks, sticky snacks, and misguided attempts at crafts. It was too warm for a fire, but in the dim evening, with the lone table lamp for light and the window cracked open for a breath of air, it took Arthur back to countless evenings spent in another room. One built of stone and lit only by candle flame.

Aloud, Arthur read, “Because he was the king…”

Personally, it wasn’t his favorite retelling, but Mordred had seen his name on the cover and insisted on hearing it, so he had conceded. Maybe he should’ve waited until Mordred was older before telling him that there were stories about characters who shared their names, but in these last few years, the events from long ago had been so close to mind Arthur had wanted to share it. He assumed Mordred would fixate on the sword fighting and tournaments. Instead, Mordred had picked a book that started with babies being sent out to sea.

“Two by two, he carried—“

Mordred pulled his thumb out of his mouth. “Did you really do that?”

“No.” Arthur marked his spot with a finger and ruffled the thick, black curls. Still damp from the bath, they were in need of a comb. And soon, if Arthur hoped to avoid dealing with tangles. “I never did that.” Dipping his fingers to tickle the back of Mordred’s neck, he smiled as Mordred giggled and tried to escape. “I could never.”

Sitting up, Mordred’s knobby limbs found all of Arthur’s soft spots as he settled knees first on top of Arthur’s chest. “If you had to, could you?”

“Would you,” Arthur automatically corrected.

“Would I?” Mordred’s pitch went comically high. “Nooooooo! Would you!”

Arthur gave him a look, one that Mordred immediately leaned in and mimicked with a giggle. “Would I, Arthur Penn, a man far removed from the ancient past, cast a boat full of babies into the ocean? Absolutely not.”

“What if Merlin told you to?”

He’d never had to. History hadn’t played out like that. But Arthur couldn’t tell his young son that he definitely knew it hadn’t happened because he couldn’t even explain his own past and all that entailed. All Mordred knew was that his father was named after King Arthur, so that meant he’d been named after Mordred. Because they were father and son and that was how it was supposed to be. He didn’t know that in another life they hadn’t been related and that the first time Merlin met Mordred he had helped save him.

“Nope.” Arthur popped the ‘p’. Out of Mordred’s sight, he set the book on the ground. It was time for a better story anyway. “Not even then.”

“What if Merlin did it?”

“Listen, let me tell you about the—“ He almost said ‘the Mordred I knew’ but luckily stopped. Instead, he says, “—the story I heard. It took place when Uther was still king. The first time Arthur met Mordred he was only a little boy…”

[oakfern]

why does consuming content destroy me. i am so bad at this. why can't i just read books and play video games like a normal person

[cultivating-wildflowers]

rereading The Thief now that I have the group read copy in my possession and there are so many excellent notes from my friends that I must share, starting with "make all the male sick cats go 'HOOOHN!'"

[averlym]