the first post of thirst night is more soft than thirsty, but this is for my friend @miss-emrys who’s had a very shitty day. love you girl 💙💙💙 

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You were certain that this was the longest, toughest, worst day you’d ever suffered through. You dragged yourself through the door, kicked off your shoes, and saw a pile of dog vomit on the livingroom rug.

You didn’t even have the energy to groan. One more goddamn thing, you thought, shuffled past the pile, and flopped straight onto your bed, coat on and the whole works.

Your phone buzzed. Sidney.

Hey—want to get a bite tonight?

  You could barely see over your scarf as you texted back.

I had the shittiest day on the planet. I have a headache. Everything sucks and I want to stay in. Bring some takeout?

You didn’t see his response, because you passed out.

When you woke up, your house was filled with a delicious smell. On your bedside table sat a bottle of acetaminophen, a glass of water, and two Dove chocolates. Instantly, you brightened a bit, realizing Sidney was there; you appreciated his thoughtfulness at times like these. Shedding your coat and scarf, you wandered out to the livingroom, and saw that the dog vomit was gone.

Sidney came out of the kitchen then, in boxer briefs and one of the T-shirts he kept at your place. “All my pajama pants were dirty,” he said by way of explanation, as your eyes went directly to his thighs. “I didn’t think you’d mind, though.”

Smiling, despite all the shit you’d gone through, you walked over to him, and he folded you up in a big, warm hug. You melted into his arms; he had the miraculous effect of making your troubles seem more insignificant than they actually were. At this moment, you welcomed that. “You know I don’t.”

“I brought takeout. I’ve got General Tso’s for you. And vanilla ice cream.”

“Ughhhhh, you are a lifesaver. I love you.” You tilted your chin up for a kiss. “Seriously, thank you.”

“I love you. I figured tonight is a cuddle up with your dog under blankets and watch Harry Potter kind of night.”

“Yes.”

“Also, I did put some laundry in,” he said. “I thought I would help you out… and get my pajama pants.”

“So… you went down in your boxers?”

“I put my jeans back on,” he said, exasperated, and you followed him into the kitchen, laughing.

I have the best friends. 💛💛💛

Marshae Jones was shot in 2018 during an argument. She was 5-months pregnant at the time and the trauma ended the pregnancy. While charges were dropped against the shooter, the survivor, Marshae Jones is now being charged with manslaughter for starting the argument. Black and indigenous women are almost always the first targets of policies that attempt to steal autonomy over their own bodies from women. Marshae is clearly the victim in this situation, yet she now faces a hefty prison sentence for being shot. She is being held on a $50,000 bail. This is absolutely disgusting, and we must end both the system of cash bail and the prison industrial complex that seeks to criminalize black, brown, and working class white people at every opportunity. #SayHerName

SIGNAL BOOST: Don’t just be alarmed. We can help Marshae Jones make bail by giving to the Yellow Hammer Fund, a reproductive justice organization in Alabama. “Losing a pregnancy should never be criminalized. Donate at paypal.me/yellowfund or yellowhammerfund.org with the note MARSHAE. #reprojustice #reproductivejustice”

Had to donate ASAP, some stuff is too heartbreaking not to reach in more than prayers and reposts.

Insanity.

Thank you, Geno for never giving up this season.

Geno didn’t have his best season but he battled hard EVERY game. He never gave up. He did everything he could to break the slump. Also, remember that even during the slump he was averaging 1 pt per game. The media and all the fans said he was done but he still tried everything he could. 

penguins: Thank you fans for the passion, energy, and belief. You were there every step of the way and your support means everything. We will regroup this offseason and look forward to a fresh start next season.

Pens fans right now

Shit like the Great Purges and the Strikethrough of Livejournal eventually led to fans banding together to create A03, which I would have absolutely KILLED for when I was 15.

Back up ao3 was created by fans?

It’s…right on the main page. 

I love this because I will bet you that persefv has read that bit we are all so inundated with hyperbole and advertising that says that the consumer is somehow in charge of whatever product they are shilling that we all just assumed this was another sales tactic.

But we’re not even… selling anything…  *quiet sobs*

No ads. No subscriptions. No data selling.

We are the definition of “what it says on the tin.”

Is there any way to spread this info? 

THE OTW WAS CREATED BY FANS SO WE’D HAVE AN ARCHIVE THAT WASN’T SUBJECT TO CORPORATE REVIEW. 

Nonprofit, so that nobody could ever say, “this isn’t making enough money; it’s getting shut down.” (See: Geocities, Quizilla, Figment, G+.) With lawyers involved and a firm awareness of the legalities of fanfic, so nobody would decide “we’ve gotten a nasty letter from a megacorporation with lawyers, so we’re hiding because we can’t afford to face a lawsuit. (Jedi Hurtaholics, Trevizo’s Millennium site.) With teams, so that an argument between co-mods didn’t result in the destruction of a whole archive. (Gryffindor Tower, Detention.)

AO3 IS OUR SITE.

It is by fans, for fans. Fans do all the coding. All the legal paperwork. All the abuse/tos violation complaints. Fans make all the choices about policies. Fans decide how to run the fundraisers. Fans write the blog posts. All the volunteer staff are fans; all the people who train them are fans. Fans wrangle all the tags. 

(And the other OTW projects, too. Fans manage the entries at Fanlore. Fans run the Open Doors project. Fans publish Transformative Works and Cultures.)

EVERYONE WORKING FOR THE OTW LOVES FANDOM. Wants it to survive. Wants it to be awesome for everyone.

(Knows that it can’t be awesome for everyone; some approaches to fandom just clash hard. But they strive to minimize those clashes as much as possible, because they love fandom.) 

AO3 is not some company that decided, “we’ll make a site for fanfic and then…” I don’t know what people are thinking is the reason. Money? Data harvesting? Tax shelter? Amusement and pity?

Nope; AO3 was fans saying, “Livejournal sucks; we’re tired of this fucked-up ‘rebuild every three years’ garbage; WE NEED TO OWN THE DAMN SERVERS.”

That’s the “of our own” part of the name. OTW isn’t a “them” running the site “for us.” It’s “us” making places for “us” to share what we love with others of “us.” 

THIS IS WHY YOU CAN’T PUT LINKS TO YOUR KO-FE OR PATREON OR ADVERTISE FOR COMMISSIONS ON AO3

All of this hard work is dependent on them maintaining non-profit status

There are two kinds of fic writers:

1. Fuck it, it’s fiction

2. Let me look up real estate listings, so I can plot out subway routes and schedules and see if this walk really is long enough for them to have this conversation.

Guess which kind I am.

3. People who are a weird mix of the above two.

Me: you know what I don’t care if this doesn’t quite make sense no one cares they will love it and this won’t be analysed it’s fanfic

Also me: I SWEAR if I can’t find a TREE with this EXACT type of bark that I’m imagining I WILL DIE

“Can’t close umbrella” 10/10 board of truth Stephen Colbert

i literally never force myself to do anything thats probably my biggest problem abjzsdgdhdj

me: ugh i dont want to do that

brain: dont do it then

me: can’t argue with that

It’s just safer to assume he’s always lying.

“Poverty charges interest ” holy hell. Ive never read$heard someone put it that way before. But its so friggen true.

what $$$ does is buy TIME. Which poor women know, and rich men barely understand.

Mammals both produce milk and have hair. Ergo, a coconut is a mammal.

I know you’re being facetious, but this is an actual issue with morphology-based phylogeny.

*leans over and whispers to person beside me* what are they talking about

*leans over and whispers back*  Human ability to quantify and categorize natural phenomena is sketchy at best and wildly misleading at worst

consider the coconut

this reminds me of that time Plato defined humans as “featherless bipeds” and Diogenes ran in with a plucked chicken screaming “BEHOLD A MAN!”

i love how you say “it reminds me of that time” like you were there.

listen if an immortal feels brave and supported enough to come out we should respect them

This post is a journey

1 Reblog = 1 Respect

I maintain that humans started attempting classify animals, and some god or another made the platypus, and is still laughing.

Zeus: *hits joint* okay so like. It’s gonna have a duck bill right. But an otter body okay? And then a beaver tail. It’s a mammal. But. It lays eggs!

Hades: wait wait dude. Give it. Give it poison. Make it poisonous

Athena: You mean venomous, and make sure the eggs have both reptile and bird traits. Hermes: *takes the joint* Give it extra senses. Poseidon: It should be aquatic.

I MEAN where’s the lie

Demeter: … And where exactly do you expect me to put this? Everyone: Australia.

I am screaming lmao also this reminds me of @rosewater1997

@kingofthewilderwest

I really do love that people have legitimately always just been people. Like how many angry breakup texts have their been that end with “Come get your stuff or I’m donating it to goodwill”? People never change.

“Come pick up your shawls and sandals” I’m dead

lol “people never change” say the people who annually fall for articles that use satire to mock the naive masses