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First Post!
I deleted my old tumblr because... man idk why it was covid-times and the prefrontal cortex was not in the room with us!! Anyways, I was reminded by my lovely friend @repecca that tumblr exists, and that some of my work has been going around on here, so I decided to post some of my work up officially! Starting off with my most notable (?) work to date, here's my LOTR: The Middle Kingdom Project. Now, it's been over a year since I posted this, and at the time I was... really searchingfor myself artistically, and I decided to go all in on something that I'd been ruminating on for a long time.
So, hello, again. I'm Leia. I do visual development/BG design, and I'm also a writer of things. I love fantasy and transformative work. It's nice to meet you.
Felt like doing something picture book like.
me and my mutuals reblogging tumblr posts
I know someone who calls herself a feminist, puts her pronouns in her work email signature, donates money to women’s empowerment funds, and thinks we should deport more refugees. I also know someone who calls people ‘pussies’ when he plays video games, who doesn’t know what a pronoun is, and, for his defence of low-wage women workers in a highly-exploited industry, is a better, more strident defender of the rights of working-class women than almost anyone else I know. Of these two people, I know who is on my team, and who I want on my team, yet the standard liberal feminist calculation would have me chose the woman who loves a little deportation over the man who is occasionally uncouth, solely because the woman knows to keep her language civil, and the man doesn’t. Liberal feminists get incredibly caught up in the politics of language, because language is all they have. They don’t have a revolutionary programme for overthrowing patriarchy, so they’re forced to tinker around the edges of it, quibbling over word choice and jargon instead of building the coalitions necessary for destroying patriarchy.
— We Should Not All Be Feminists by Frances Wright
yea.
Thinking about the two (male) coworkers I had a few farm jobs ago, one of whom was a very well spoken and politically knowledgeable self reported socialist who was nevertheless urging me to stay silent about the lower wages I was receiving so I didn't compromise his job. The OTHER one was a foulmouthed nineteen year old who didn't know what trans meant (but listened VERY well when I talked about it) and was absolutely up in arms about the wage inequality, and honestly any injustice in front of him. I'll let you guess which if them I'm still in touch with
so since retiring, my dad has gotten into crewel, which is like freestyle embroidery with yarn, and his stuff is pretty good, he made this one which is hanging in my office at work
and lately he's taken to putting himself and his dog into the landscapes and I just think it's! so! cute!
see the little man and the little dog!!!! that's my dad!!!!
Wow, another late birthday drabble for @penny00dreadful? (It's more likely than you think) prompt: The Party throws an unsupervised house party
Rated M because Steve just wants alone time with his boyfriend
The door closes on the last of the unwanted guests, and Steve rounds on the six of them. “Are you kidding me?” Steve doesn’t shout, doesn’t even raise his voice, but all of them flinch at his tone and Steve feels a smug sort of satisfaction at the reaction.
They all start talking at once. Dustin even going in with some particularly dramatic arm movements in explanation, Lucas even going as far as to clutch his hands in front of him in a pleading gesture that Steve immediately feels himself begin to soften to.
He shakes his head, snapping himself out of it, and holds up a hand, the six of them falling silent. “In what world,” he starts, “did you think it would be okay to throw an unsupervised house party?”
It only lasts a second. But Steve sees it. The flash of eye movement as the six of them communicate something to each other that Steve is not in the loop with.
“What.”
“Nothing!” Will squeaks, his face red, arms immediately crossing protectively over his chest.
“We’re sorry, Steve.” Dustin starts, going into apology mode far too quickly, “we’ll clean everything up, even the pool!”
Steve feels his eye twitch. “How’d you even get in here? I didn’t give any of you a key.”
But the universe must have a sense of humor after all, because Steve hasn’t finished his sentence before the front door opens.
“They were all out of Funyuns!” The voice calls, and Steve closes his eyes. Because he knows this voice. And now he’s so not getting the reunion sex he’d wanted. “So I doubled up on Doritos—Stevie!”
dam…….. that website “you feel like shit” (it’s like a questionnaire / troubleshooting guide for when you feel like shit) really works………………….. im not even all the way thru it and i even half-assed a lot of the suggestions and i already feel loads better
for some reason, with this website, i was able to complete small tasks ive been fruitlessly bugging myself to do for weeks??
anyway, i feel almost good now :^)
im glad this got some notes!!!! i hope it helps y’all find some measure of peace or comfort <3
True story: I used to put this on my syllabus for the freshman gen ed classes I taught.
Taking care of yourself is, in fact, a skill that a lot of people don’t have and don’t know how to work on. When kids and teens are in distress, most of them have caregivers that will go through and ask them, “Is something bothering you? Do you feel okay? Have you eaten?” Or make gentle suggestions like, “I bet taking a bath/nap/break will make you feel a little better.”
Most college students, especially ones not living at home, don’t have anyone to do that, and haven’t learned how to do it themselves. Feeling like shit is contraindicated to learning things, including how to write analytical papers. Honestly I feel like this link might have been one of the more important things on that syllabus.
(That and my disability accommodation policy, which was basically “you have the right to learn in an environment that works for you, talk to me about your needs and we’ll figure out how to make it work.”)
libsoftiktok going after a beloved inventor furry for some reason
if you're wearing a fitbit, you're using spottacus's technology. be grateful.
I’m not sure if this is “murdered by words” or “suicide by ignorance” but that Wikipedia link killed him.
Final part of @penny00dreadful’s birthday week prompts!!! Prompt: drag
Silently, Eddie slips out of Steve’s bedroom.
The floorboards are quiet under his feet. His footsteps are muffled by the carpet and he walks as quickly as he can down the flight of stairs and out Steve’s backdoor.
He’s still trembling. Still shaky and unsteady and he nearly drops his pack as he fishes out a cig, nearly burns his fucking fingers as he lights the damn thing.
But the drag of smoke goes straight to his head. Calms his frazzled nerves enough for his knees to no longer feel like they’re about to buckle, steadies his chest enough for it to no longer feel like it’s about to crack under the force of his pounding heart.
He inhales. Fills his lungs with fresh night air and thinks about how Chrissy should be here to breathe this, too.
He sits. Presses his skin against the ridged concrete of Steve’s back patio and tries to make his scars remember where he is. That he can’t still feel the pain of them. Can’t feel the pull of nails and teeth, the rip of his muscles or the—
He takes another drag. Stares down at his scarred thighs and puckered arms and watches the lit end of his cigarette wobble in the dark, and wonders, not for the first time, if he’ll ever play his sweetheart again.
Eddie gets down to the filter. Lights another. Watches the smoke curl upwards.
The back door opens. “Eddie?”
NCIL has made a series of sex ed videos for people with intellectual and developmental disabilities!
https://www.ncil.org/sex-ed-for-individuals-with-i-dd
I know another place that also has a sex ed curriculum for people with Intellectual and Developmental Disabilities! https://madhatterwellness.com/product/curriculum/
I think adults need summer vacation. Like let's just close down all our jobs for three months and play outside. Please. I'm so tired.
Love to see this post getting notes again. None of us are ok.
i may just be french but do americans really not get paid summer vacations? you don't go to the beach with your kids? "There is no federal or state statutory minimum paid vacation or paid public holidays" am i reading this right? like i'm not trying to rub anyone's face in it but you're just stuck in the rat race year-round until you're old and that's normal and accepted??? in the 21st century???
Yup. If you have an office job you usually do get PTO, but that may include sick time as well as vacation days. (America does not guarantee any paid sick leave.) And the amount varies. You may get 2 weeks PTO but that has to be earned over time, and you may not be able to use it until you've worked a certain time - I just started a new job and can't take vacation time until I've been there 6 months. And a lot of places won't let you take more than 2 weeks PTO at a time.
Retail workers are just fucked, with little or no PTO offered. You might get holidays off but they're often unpaid. And retail loves to play games of scheduling workers for .5 hours less than full time so they don't have to offer benefits.
If you try to argue this is inhumane, though, and point out European standards, people WILL argue that the US system is better and "more productive" than those lazy Europeans with 6 weeks leave. Because capitalism. Or something.
Additionally, the Family Medical Leave Act (FMLA) requires one to be in a position for at least a year, is not required to be paid, and only guarantees one’s job for 6 weeks of a calendar year.
The Affordable Care Act (ACA) made some improvements to parental leave that I'm not as familiar with.
Retail workers have in some cases had to be back to work the day after giving birth.
Office workers, the kind who get PTO, may need to save their leave in order to get full pay during medical leave.
Without a PTO reserve, short-term and long-term disability pay a percentage of salary.
Oh, and don't forget that most retail workers in the US are not allowed to sit down because that might imply laziness.
@bunjywunjy’s tags pass peer review too
The Mandalorian manga deciding to spread this scene out over five entire pages, in the hands of this artist, is an extremely valid choice oh my god.
When I was in college, round about 2002 or so, I did a paper on hate groups that necessitated a couple of visits to Stormfront, a white supremacist website and message board. One of the pages on the site was a "children's page" operated by the child of Storrmfront's founder, which was a unique form of horrifying. But I also remember looking at a photo of the kid on the site and thinking, that poor fuckin' kid, what kind of chance did he ever have?
But it was just a paper and that was just a photo of a child I didn't know, so I turned in the paper and graduated and got on with life.
In 2016, @archwrites posted a link to an article by the Washington Post titled "The White Flight of Derek Black" (sorry about the paywall, Arch's post quotes some relevant parts here). I thought it looked like an interesting read: it was about a white supremacist named Derek Black and a group of campus activists at the school Black eventually attended, who set out to see if they could change his mind about race with radical kindness. In large part because of their work, Black eventually renounced white supremacy and became an antiracist.
And then I hit a photo in the article and gasped, because I recognized it. I'd seen the same photo on the Stormfront children's website. The kid I'd seen and pitied was grown up and had gotten out. Immensely satisfying to see.
But it was just a news story about someone I didn't even know, so I posted about how pleased I was to see it, and I got on with life again.
This morning, I woke to the news (sorry, it's the Daily Fail) that R. Derek Black, now 35, has just published a memoir, The Klansman's Son: My Journey from White Nationalism to Antiracism. And in the epilogue, they come out as trans.
I can't imagine better news I could have heard about them -- that they're out, they're thriving, and they're embracing themself.
Congratulations, kid. It's a great new photo.
[ID: A recent photograph of R. Derek Black, with long curly red hair, wearing a floral collared shirt and a red cardigan, smiling for the camera.]
hope you don't mind but I found the Post article extremely good, so here's a gift link for anyone who wishes to read it in full.
Oh I don't mind at all -- that's actually great, thank you! Reblogging so people can access the article through the link.
“spicy pillow” jokes aside, I think @flowerkrone’s tags deserve a serious reply:
#my old phone looks like this on my shelf lmao #im too scared to touch it to throw it away #idk what trash this even goes into when its at this point
The pillow-shaped object here used to be the phone’s battery. It’s not a battery anymore. Now it’s a balloon full of corrosive, pyrophoric chemicals and hydrogen gas and it’s one puncture away from burning your house down. I am 100% serious. You should be scared to touch it.
But you gotta touch it, because you gotta get it out of your house before the pressure builds up to the point where the balloon pops. This isn’t going to happen soon – there is no need to panic – but it will happen eventually.
And, indeed, it doesn’t go in the ordinary trash. You put this in the ordinary trash and you’re gonna set the garbage truck on fire. Don’t do that to the garbage collectors, their job is hard enough already.
The first thing you need to do is get a fireproof container. The most common household item that qualifies as a fireproof container is a cast-iron cookpot with a cast-iron lid – often sold as a “Dutch oven.” Any other cooking container that’s unreactive, has a very high melting point, and has a lid made of the same materials will also work: enameled or stainless steel, Pyrex with glass lid, etc.
However: Do not use a pot with a PTFE-based non-stick coating. If the battery does explode, the fire will probably be hot enough to degrade a PTFE coating, producing toxic smoke. (Not that you should breathe the smoke from the battery fire either, but PTFE breakdown products are worse.) Do not use a pot made of aluminium or copper. The fire might even get hot enough to melt those.
Whatever container you use, you might have to throw away along with the phone, so don’t use your good Dutch oven for this. Go to a thrift store and buy a cheap one.
Once you have the fireproof container:
Reblog to save lives.
also want to add lithium ion batteries aren’t only in phones, make sure to check your older electronics! I had to replace my 3DS battery a while ago from this. it’s best to check em every once and a while to make sure it like. doesnt get to that point.
Reblogging this here because this happened to my 3DS battery! If your DS randomly won’t turn on but the light will come on for charging, check the battery!
This is UNCANNY.
This genre of re-enactment of video game logic/bugs/behaviour will never cease to be immensely funny
Not to mention everyone who does it is so insanely talented at portraying not only the vibes, but being dead on with the motion. I mean the courier in this alone has amazing core strength and rag dolls the EXACT way that bodies do in game. It’s honestly incredible.
Even the fucking. Swinging leg at the end. Literally every part of this is perfect, lmao.
