“are you really going to tear a friendship apart over different opinions??”

listen, I got tons of friends who like pineapple on their pizza, but once you reach that “you, your community, or other marginalized communities don’t deserve basic human rights or even perhaps the right to live” level, you should just accept that it’s your fault no one wants to be your friend. 

More accurately, no one really breaks up friendships (or families) over differences of “opinion”, but they will do so over differences of fundamental issues of morality.

The fact that large numbers of people think that “moral positions, often about issues that are literally life and death” and “personal opinions” are interchangeable concepts is a large part of what’s wrong with society.

this really put into words something i’ve always struggled to articulate, especially the last paragraph. 

Honestly the closer we get to 2018 the less chill I am about the whole thing. 2018 sounds like we’re living in a fucking sci fi novel. It sounds completely fake. And then it’s on to 2020s like????? That’s completely impossible and I don’t believe you.

You’re doing amazing sweetie

A story of college adventures.

My Freshman year the college T.V. station decided to run a month-long event called “Humans Versus Zombies” or HVZ where the participating students were all issued a card with a number on it. If you were a human you were allowed to use an unmodified Nerf gun to shoot the zombies (A major problem for many participants as the routine Nerf wars on campus lead to some heavily modified guns that could shoot a flea off a dog’s back at 100 paces, eventually it was agreed that modifications that only affected reload time was acceptable but modifications to muzzle velocity was not, freaking tech schools, but I digress) and when the zombies were shot they were “out” until they left “line of sight.” If a zombie caught you, then you became a zombie. The zombie would take your card and register their kill online, if a kill was not registered in 48 hours, you died. Now here’s where it gets weird.

One student who was selected to be one of the initial zombies happened to be a parkour enthusiast. In the 2 weeks leading up to the start of the event he took to following people around, making notes of their routes, and figuring out where to lay ambushes. When the event started he began to begin his attacks. He leapt out of trees, suddenly burst from corners and low walls to strike at his “prey” and generally took down the “human” population of the campus.

Now as the zombie population “grew” the humans who remained were exceedingly cautious. Never using the same route twice, only leaving “safe havens” when necessary. Insisting that non-participants not talk to them between classes, etc. Now obviously this made it harder for the less fit zombies (Again, tech school) to get their necessary feeds to live. So the more fit zombies began to set up ambush parties. Large herds of zombies would come charging out at survivors, funneling them into the waiting arms of a zombie who could not hunt himself. They began to plot and plan, figuring out the next target and generally showing to some people just how terrifying an intelligent zombie apocalypse could be. Eventually the zombie menace was curbed by a simple weapon that you would never see in a movie.

The lead zombie’s girlfriend at the time, a non-participant, was feeling neglected and made him stop obsessing over the game in order to spend more time with her. Had she not done that I doubt any of the humans participating would have survived.

Now here’s where it gets even weirder:

As I said this was a tech school, the professors were actively doing research. Now one of the professors in the biology department was listening to the students discussing the events and what all had happened. She decided to ask the campus T.V. station for the records of who was turned and when, then she took that list of students to the registrar’s office and pulled their class schedules and residence locations. From there she was able to model the “outbreak” and the changes in the mentality of the hunting species as the amount of available prey decreased.

She used it as an example in her upper level classes. The next year, there were professors participating in HVZ, and studying the numbers, and modeling the information. I’m fairly certain that they wound up eventually publishing a paper about it.

I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…

Veins everywhere?

gorgeous~

Skin patches? Birthmarks?

hella rad~

Scars? Stretch marks?

beautiful~

Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?

heckie yeah~

Large? Curvy?

lovely~

Small? Thin?

charming~

Missing a few pieces?

handsome as ever~

Feel like you just look weird?

you’re fantastic looking~

THIS is the best post ever. 

THIS.

I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…

Veins everywhere?

gorgeous~

Skin patches? Birthmarks?

hella rad~

Scars? Stretch marks?

beautiful~

Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?

heckie yeah~

Large? Curvy?

lovely~

Small? Thin?

charming~

Missing a few pieces?

handsome as ever~

Feel like you just look weird?

you’re fantastic looking~

THIS is the best post ever. 

THIS.

Heads up PayPal is changing ToS again

And they are getting even more strict when it comes to not using invoices for charging for Digital Goods.

Whatever Invoices make you uncomfortable or not, you gotta start using them if you want to keep your PayPal and your money. Changes starting this October 19th.

Honestly I don’t get why so many artists are so overwhelmed by invoices, takes just a few clicks to set up. 

And is not only “oh you have to use invoices because PayPal says so” if you don’t use invoices you’re putting yourself at risk of being scammed by an user abusing the buyer’s protection. 

Since PayPal ain’t got no idea of what those $50 you received were for, but the buyer is saying they didn’t got anything for the money, PayPal will just side with the buyer.

I’m seriously begging ppl, start using invoices. I’m tired of seeing ppl complain their paypal was banned, or is under investigation, or worse, the $100 they got for a very complicated commission, 3 months later get a refund issue. 

just

start

using

invoices

for your own sake. 

Here is how you use invoices because I can’t keep playing devil’d advocate, yes I would love to help you get your PayPal restored but just this last month I had to help three persons, and they were MORE than aware of this issues. 

Just protect yourself. 

Step 1. You login and click here

Step 2. You click create new Invoice. YOU NEVER CLICK REQUEST MONEY, unless you want to risk yourself to get scamer by buyer’s protection exploit and not only lose your money but your paypal account, and any future paypal linked to your irl name. 

Step 3 You follow this steps

1. Invoice for amount only

2. Ask your client for their PayPal email and put in that field

3. Add a vague description of what you’re doing, something like “Character Coloured with Background” is good enough, and if you need more than 1 character you can type in “2″ where it says amount, or just say “2 characters”.

Warning: don’t type in “Naruto rawing Sasuke”. That will get you banned. 

4. Click send. 

Optional steps. Create a template, doesn’t take more than 10 minutes and it will save you a lot of time for future invoices, you can even click on “items” right next to “create invoice” and add a list of services you offer such as “character sketch” “character flats” along with a price, so next time you invoice you just add to the invoice from your list of items and you saved yourself some more time. 

More importantly, you protect yourself from buyer’s protection exploit because if PayPal knows you’re doing digital goods, then you will be allowed that you did in fact created a digital good. 

Keep PayPal happy, as for right now there are no alternatives to this service, and this is the only source of income for many freelancers. 

Stay safe. 

Heads up, all commissioning artists

I’ll be doing this from now on!

ADDING THIS BC I HATE PAYPALLLL OK so when you send/make invoices…it doesnt let you choose ‘digital good’ or differentiate between “goods (as in physical)” and “services” (as in doesnt need address) which is what you could do with micropayments…. SO WHEN U SEND INVOICE the buyer will be asked for their shipping address.  ( I even had the options turned off for shipping?? I was pretty sure there USED TO be an option that you turned off and then it wouldn’t ask for shipping, but that doesnt seem to work anymore? I went to where the setting was and still had the boxes unchecked, and yet my buyer was still getting asked to put in shipping address, and when invoice was paid, i was being asked to provide shipping label by X date or Consequences.) SO APPARENTLY YOU HAVE TO DO THIS as the SELLER

SO go to the invoice (i think this can be done BEFORE the buyer pays?? Didnt try myself tho, i did it after it was paid), and click on VIEW DETAILS in that first box 

Scroll to the bottom of the page and click ADD TRACKING INFO  (YES COUNTER-INTUITIVE AS BALLLLLS.)

of course HERE IS WHERE YOU'RE GIVEN INSTRUCTIONS ON PROCESSING DIGITAL GOODS. HIDDEN BEHIND A BUTTON YOU WOULDNT PRESS IF YOU WERE, SAY, TRYING TO SELL DIGITAL GOODS. Select Order Processed/Service Rendered

YAY this stuff fills itself out and you can save and not have to worry about shipping your Digital Intangible Product to a very confused seller. I am so salt about this. excuse me while i go cry angrily.

Think I’ll reblog this for my own use…

Guess I gotta get used to sending invoices for all transactions soon then

First look at Ainbo, an animated film by José Zelada at Tunche Film (Peru).

The project will be presented in Berlin for international sales, but the delivery date is still unknown. 

i’d say that the first gif is very important, cuz you see Misha pulling Jensen closer in cuz he wants to tell him something– 

–now, Jensen *does* feel Mish pulling him in but he doesn’t realize its cuz Mish wants to tell him something; we see Jen even turn to the audience, so like, he felt Mish pulling him in but didnt question it, it was just so natural to him :’)

And its not until moments later that it dawns on him that Mish was trying to tell him something and that that‘s why he was pulling him closer in, awww :’)

and when he turns back to Mish he even bumps a little into his head, like he was not expecting him there, but doesn’t move further away at all!! ;’) 

Traditional Georgian dancing.

this reminds me a lot of that dance Aang does when he holds a party for firebender kids in a cave

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

#look#you don’t go in a fairy ring and you don’t fuck with a stone in the middle of a field#these are just facts#nobody does it#fairies will fuck you up#Ireland#folklore#fairies (Via @false-dawn)

Look, I don’t believe in God, but I will not disrespect the Good Gentlemen of the Hills. That’s just common sense.

Between this and the Icelanders with their elves I do not understand what is going on above the 50th parallel.

My general rule of thumb: you don’t have to believe in everything, but don’t fuck with it, just in case.

^^^ that part

This is truer than true. Especially the Irish part.

Let me tell you what I know about this after living here for nearly thirty years.

This is a modern European country, the home of hot net startups, of Internet giants and (in some places, some very few places) the fastest broadband on Earth. People here live in this century, HARD.

Yet they get nervous about walking up that one hill close to their home after dark, because, you know… stuff happens there.

I know this because Peter and I live next to One Of Those Hills. There are people in our locality who wouldn’t go up our tiny country road on a dark night for love or money. What they make of us being so close to it for so long without harm coming to us, I have no idea. For all I know, it’s ascribed to us being writers (i.e. sort of bards) or mad folk (also in some kind of positive relationship with the Dangerous Side: don’t forget that the root word of “silly”, which used to be English for “crazy”, is the Old English _saelig_, “holy”…) or otherwise somehow weirdly exempt.

And you know what? I’m never going to ask. Because one does not discuss such things. Lest people from outside get the wrong idea about us, about normal modern Irish people living in normal modern Ireland.

You hear about this in whispers, though, in the pub, late at night, when all the tourists have gone to bed or gone away and no one but the locals are around. That hill. That curve in the road. That cold feeling you get in that one place. There is a deep understanding that there is something here older than us, that doesn’t care about us particularly, that (when we obtrude on it) is as willing to kick us in the slats as to let us pass by unmolested.

So you greet the magpies, singly or otherwise. You let stones in the middle of fields be. You apologize to the hawthorn bush when you’re pruning it. If you see something peculiar that cannot be otherwise explained, you are polite to it and pass onward about your business without further comment. And you don’t go on about it afterwards. Because it’s… unwise. Not that you personally know any examples of people who’ve screwed it up, of course. But you don’t meddle, and you learn when to look the other way, not to see, not to hear. Some things have just been here (for various values of “here” and various values of “been”) a lot longer than you have, and will be here still after you’re gone. That’s the way of it. When you hear the story about the idiots who for a prank chainsawed the centuries-old fairy tree a couple of counties over, you say – if asked by a neighbor – exactly what they’re probably thinking: “Poor fuckers. They’re doomed.” And if asked by anybody else you shake your head and say something anodyne about Kids These Days. (While thinking DOOMED all over again, because there are some particularly self-destructive ways to increase entropy.)

Meanwhile, in Iceland: the county council that carelessly knocked a known elf rock off a hillside when repairing a road has had to go dig the rock up from where it got buried during construction, because that road has had the most impossible damn stuff happen to it since that you ever heard of. Doubtless some nice person (maybe they’ll send out for the Priest of Thor or some such) will come along and do a little propitiatory sacrifice of some kind to the alfar, belatedly begging their pardon for the inconvenience.

They’re building the alfar a new temple, too.

Atlantic islands. Faerie: we haz it.

The Southwest is like this in some ways. You don’t go traveling along the highways at night with an empty car seat. Because an empty car seat is an invitation. You stick your luggage, your laptop bag, whatever you got in that seat. Else something best left undiscussed and unnamed (because to discuss it by name is to go ‘AY WE’RE TALKING BOUT YA WE’RE HERE AND ALSO IGNORANT OF WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF’ at the top of your damn lungs at them) will jump in to the car, after which you’re gonna have a bad time.

If you’re out in the woods, you keep constant, consistent count of your party and make sure you know everyone well enough that you can ID them by face alone, lest something imitating a person get at you. They like to insert themselves in the party and just observe before they strike. It’s a game to them. In general you don’t fuck with the weird, you ignore the lights in the sky (no, this isn’t a god damn night vale reference, yes I’m serious) and the woods, you lock up at night and you don’t answer the door for love or money. Whatever or whoever’s knocking ain’t your buddy.

^ So much good advice in this post right here

I live in the south and… you just… don’t go into the woods or fields at night.

Don’t go near big trees in the night

If you live on a farm, don’t look outside the windows at night

I have broken all these rules.

I’ve seen some shit.

If it sounds like your mom, but you didn’t realize your mom is home…. it’s not your mom. Promise.

One walked onto the porch once. Wasn’t fun. But they’re not super keen on guns. Typically bolt when they see one.

You think it’s the neighbor kids.

It’s not the neighbor kids.

Might sound like coyotes but you never really /see/ the coyotes but then wow that one cow was reaaaaaally fucked up this morning. The next night when you hear another one screaming you just turn the tv up a little more. Maybe fire a gun in the air but you don’t go after it. If it is coyotes then it’s probably a pack and you seriously don’t want to fuck with that and if it’s the other thing you seriously REALLY don’t want to fuck with that.

So in the south, especially near the mountains, you just go straight from your car to inside your house, draw your curtains and watch tv.

If you see lights in the fields just fucking leave it alone.

Eyes forward. Don’t be fucking stupid. Mind your own business. Call your neighbors and tell them to bring the cats in. There’s coyotes out. Some of them know. Most of them don’t.

Other than that everything’s a ghost and they died in the civil war. Literally all of everything else is just the civil war. We used to smell old perfume and pipe tobacco in the weeks leading up to the battle anniversaries.

Shit’s wild and I sound fucking crazy but I swear to god it’s true.

Every time this post comes around, it’s my favorite to open up the notes and read the stories. Probably shouldn’t have since I’m sleeping alone tonight, but you know, it’s fine. 😂

See…it’s shit like this that makes me believe in house blessings. Especially for old houses.

Grew up in Tennessee. There was an abandoned graveyard behind my house about a mile into the woods. One night, a friend and I were sitting on my porch just talking in the rain and

He turns sheet white and looks at me

“Do you fucking see that?”

He grabs my arm so hard I had bruises for fucking days.

There’s a woman-shaped thing walking through my front yard towards the road.

“Yes but don’t look at her. You won’t like what you see.”

He keeps looking and she turns her head back and there’s this UNHOLY sound

I don’t think he slept for three days.

This was business as usual for the woods around my house.

Shit. Happens.

I’ve never gone into the notes to look at the stories. Now I did, And it’s mesmerizing

I live in Michigan, and my parents had to cut down a tree in our front yard because it was dead and could kill any one of us at anytime by falling on our house. Well, ever since then, I’ve felt something watch me whenever I walk out to my car in the morning because I need to get to my school obscenely early (3.5 hours before it starts for me) for a club. I never see anything, but I have to look, because I’m terrified of what will happen if I don’t. I’ve tried appeasing the fae, but I think they’re just too pissed off. No, I know they are too pissed off

 I also live across from a copse of trees that from my window make a perfect diamond, and we have an equilateral triangle of birches next door. It doesn’t help that I live close to a gas station that has its lights on and that casts all sorts of eerie shadows from the trees nearby. But some of the shadows don’t connect to anything. I usually just get in my car as fast as I can with my hands being full, but there are a lot of times during the winter that I have to scrape off my car, and let me just say I haven’t always cleaned off the whole window before I get in my car. I’ve heard way to many things outside my house to risk staying outside and exposed. Extreme temperature Things are not Things I will risk messing with, because the last person who did had his car hit by a train (he and all passengers are fine. It was definitely a warning for him)

Update: I’ve tried asking for forgiveness again, and it seems to have worked. Different story time. Every time I go to camp, I end up with what looks like spider bites. But they are waaaaay to big to be spider bites, like one covered most of my calf, and I’m immune to poison ivy/oak/etc, so that is out of the question. I’ve also been on some trails that I wouldn’t go down at night if I was paid a ton of money. Shit happens, even at a christian camp (I’m not, that’s just the venue it’s at).

the purple was the planned coloration, since I thought she looked like a beta fish but I like the green much more…

Here is my contribution to @meabhd‘s coloring contest! She did the lines, I did the coloring. 

I had sooooo fun with this, mostly cause they are Harry Potter characters (Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown) but also cause I tried a new coloring technique! Turned out to be great practice and something I’ll definitely try again.

Thanks for the opportunity to color your lines Méabh, your art is amazing and it was an honor omg lmao *-* <3

I feel like this is the moment a young mutant just found out that his power is manifesting sliced bread

Yes! Thank you for this great vid. Please pay attention people!!!

WERE FUCKED WERE FUCKED WERE FUCKED WERE FUCKED

you cannot tell me that harry potter was not the Pettiest™ he once threw a potter stinks badge at ron’s head and then said the lines “maybe if you’re lucky it will leave a scar, that’s what you want isn’t it?” like u fucking Savage

Want to collaborate on a Google Doc with Nietzsche, Shakespeare, Dostoyevsky, Dickinson, Dickens and Poe? 

Click here. Start typing. Enjoy the hilarity. 

Ninja Update: Wanna see something fun? Mention Shakespeare in a sentence and see what happens. 

Poe kept writing distinctly into my sentences so I wrote ”Edgar, you’re not funny” aND HE BLATANTLY DELETED THE NOT I AM SO DONE WITH THIS ASDFKJL

OH GOD IF YOU TYPE “EDGAR ALLAN POE” POE ADDS A :( AFTER HIS NAME PRECIOUS BABY

Oh my God so I typed ‘Shakespeare’ and Shakespeare butted in and wrote ‘The lovely and handsome Shakespeare’ but Poe burst in saying ‘The dreadful and lonely Shakespeare’.

aND FYODOR DOSTOYVESKY ADDED ‘ I do not wish to make myself a laughing-stock before these idle listeners.”

I’M DONE.

Look what they did to All Star by Smash Mouth

“Somebody once hushedly told me the world is going to roll me. I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kind of glocky with her finger and her thumb in the shape of a “L” on her forehead. Well, the years start voraciously coming and they don’t stop coming; fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. It didn’t make sense absolutely to live for fun. Thy brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do, so much to behold. So what’s wrong with taking the back busy thoroughfares? In everything one thing is impossible: rationality. You’ll never know if thou don’t go. “You’ll never shine if you don’t glow”, he growled incoherently. Hey presently, you’re an All Star. Get your game on; go play. Hey now, you’re a Rock Star. Get the show on; get laid. As well as all that glitters is gold, only shooting stars break the mold. ~All Star by Smash Estuary of opinion…”

Imagine putting your research paper in here and letting them go at it.

OH MY GOD I WAS WRITING AND EDGAR WOULDN’T STOP FIXING THINGS SO I WROTE “Edgar shut up I’m trying to write” and he changed it to “Edgar shut up I’m meagerly attempting to write” THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE

I typed in “Hello” and Shakesphere erased it and wrote “Begone with this rubbish.”

HOW R00d

I typed “party in the Usa” and Poe changed party to “ill-fated gathering”

I just used it to yell at Dickens about Tale of Two Cities, I am happy now

I typed in ‘hello other writers’ and Edgar Allen Poe changed it to ‘Hello secondary writers’

After I had been writing for a while Edgar suddenly deleted my last sentence and wrote “THE END.” rude son of a bitch

I have to try this.

Rebageled again but to add if the link above doesn’t work, try this one instead.