A new mode of production arises out of the newly networked masses.
Fanartists:
Thingiverse users:
Royalty free sounds
Flash games
Productivity has always been there
Because shockingly when people enjoy what they do (you make it enjoyable instead of just hammering on them) people WANT to do things!
Fanfiction authors!!
Where is the button to shout this from the rooftop?
are men okay?
my husband told me, after many years of being together, that when he was about 7 a teacher used to single him out for being disrespectful at school. Apparently his disrespectful offense was “smirking” too much???? So he got punished for smiling???? And eventually just trained himself to stop smiling so this teacher would leave him alone???? And that’s why he has such a stoic facial expression now and can’t smile for photographs.
I had to.....privately cry after hearing that one
It’s the only way men are able to discuss their issues because society taught them that they shouldn’t burden people with their issues or that their issues are meaningless or that their issues aren’t actually a thing. Sharing anecdotes with friends is one way of talking about it, because they feel comfortable enough to share. At the same time, they might just not know that the event was traumatic because it’s trauma y’all.
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Take this to be your reminder that men experience trauma too and need a safe space to talk about it. Be that safe space for your friends who are men
Sounds legit.
It’s called a “halo”
AND I WILL DO EVERY SINGLE ONE, BASED ON YOUR BLOG.
EVERY
SINGLE
ONE
Please watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine!
me_irl
speaking of how much self deprecating humor sucks, can we talk about the fact that people often use it to manipulate and guilt trip others? like saying "oh i'm a horrible person you're right I should just fuck off and die" or something when you're in the wrong to make the other person feel like they overreacted.
same bisaster energy
proof this sweet mf told his fans to not be fucking dogs
tagged by: @peraltaroy and @zephsthings. Thank you both💜💜
nickname: dolston maybe? zodiac sign: Cancer height: 5 ft, 5 in last thing I googled: "current time in brisbane" lol
tagged by ajit!
nickname: none lol my name's too short to be sanely shortened further
zodiac sign: cusp between capricorn and aquarius
height: 5' 7"
last thing I googled: poot lovato😶
followers: like 70? idk
song stuck in my head: lookalike by conan grey
how many hours of sleep: what's sleep?
dream job: honestly? a rich gown-wearing forest dwelling authoress who puts out a bestseller once in a while and then disappears. realistically? something to do with english lit. I'll get back to y'all.
lucky number: lol what's luck
currently wearing: comfy fleece pajamas and a sweatshirt
favorite song: I. KNEW. YOU. WERE. TROUBLE. by my love taylor
favorite author: I don't have a fave anymore now that JK Rowling turned out to be a bitch.
favorite animal noise: teddy's anything.
tagging @i-think-i-can-speak-here and @foolkloore
What’s so bad about periods
the internet is great because it fulfills my constant need to be alone while receiving attention from people at the same time
How I Met Your Mother + Christmas
actually really warming up to the idea of never coming out explicitly. like i’ll just be. casually queer. if you ask i will tell you
so casually queer in the name of being honest
you wanna take this outside bro???? you wanna watch the stars with me bro????? confess our feelings under the moon bro?????
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Amy Santiago was alone in her boyfriend’s apartment.
It wasn’t that weird, given that he’d made her a copy of his key and told her she was welcome there anytime (though it did make her tummy do stupid little jumping jacks that felt silly) but it was her first time using the key; normally he was there to let her in.
He was still at work, finishing up on a lead that would probably only keep him another hour or so. Then, they were going to make dinner and watch a movie together, he’d told her to head on over whenever she wanted and he’d meet her there.
Jake was surprisingly content to be a domestic little housecat, something Amy had not anticipated when they first started dating, though it was not an unpleasant discovery.
Feeling a little out of place, Amy sauntered around the empty apartment, listening to her own bare feet creaking on the aged floorboards. His place was much smaller than her boho apartment; a studio with stained wallpaper and a dishwasher that squealed on it’s hinges when you touched the door.
Still, there was comfort here. The smell of his aftershave still lingering in the bathroom entryway, the unmade bed with the patterned quilt his mother had made him (that he slept curled under every night) and the dirty dishes piled high in the sink.
Amy figured there was no use just sitting around when there were dishes to be done, so she made her way into the kitchen toward the sink, passing by a few unopened envelopes. She eyed them subtly as she walked past, feeling a little sneaky, though she knew he wouldn’t have given her a key if he had anything to hide.
One of the envelopes was addressed in messy handwriting, with his address in the center and his aunt’s name at the top left corner. Another was an envelope she too had received, an informational flyer to all of the detectives in the 99 about an upcoming community outreach event. She doubted he’d even open that one. And a third was from Brooklyn Water Supply.
It reminded her that she too needed to pay her water bill. She cursed quietly as she realized she was a few days overdue, having spent most of her time here the past week. She quickly pulled out her phone to open up the website, but the mobile version was flawed and didn’t allow for her to login.
She debated just brushing it off and waiting another day, but rampant anxiety coursed through her at the thought of being overdue on a bill. She knew she wouldn’t be able to let it go.
Amy spotted Jake’s laptop precariously placed on the corner of his end table beside the bed, charging. Was it wrong to borrow it without asking? Even for something as mundane and intriguing as paying a utility bill?
What if he had…stuff on there? Like…porn stuff?
She shuddered at the thought. Though she wasn’t blind to the fact that he was a grown man and had more likely than not jerked off to the sight of other people fucking on camera, it didn’t exactly entice her to think about it. In fact, the idea made her wrinkle her nose with distaste and nearly disregard the water bill altogether.
Though, if she didn’t get it paid, it would keep her awake until she did.
She would just use the website, and get right off. No funny business.
Amy crossed the apartment and sat on the edge of his bed, grabbing the laptop and opening it up on her knees. A beam of blue light cast across her face, and she sighed as she was faced with the pop-up screen, demanding a password.
She tried D1e Hard! No luck. She tried a few other things, McClane1234, DieHardRulez, even YippieKayYay. No dice.
She was about to give up when she glanced at his end table and paused, noticing something she hadn’t taken much time to look at over the past week or so. Underneath his lamp, in a brown frame was a photo of Jake and Amy. She remembered the night vividly; it was a few months ago at the state fair. She’d dragged him there to fulfill her surprising adrenaline junkie need to ride spinny death traps. She’d also discovered Jake was actually not a big fan of heights, and didn’t take to the rides as well as she did.
The picture was one a kind stranger had taken of the two of them upon request. Jake had his arm around her waist, tucking her tight against his side. Amy was smiling at the camera, not noticing that his head was turned sideways, looking down at her with so much love and affection in his eyes that it almost made her heart skip a beat even as she sat alone in his apartment. When had he taken the time to print the photo out, let alone frame it and place it on his nightstand like he wanted to wake up to it every morning?
Looking back to the password screen on his laptop, Amy took a shot, typing in: 04-15-16.
The login box blinked out, opening up his home screen. The laptop was unlocked.
Amy couldn’t help but smile at the realization that his laptop password was their anniversary date.
Okay. She was in now. No messing around. She needed to just open up the website, pay her bill, and then put everything back in its proper place. It was bad enough she’d just broken into his laptop, she wouldn’t make this a real offense by prying.
The cursor hovered over his google chrome logo, but something beside it on the taskbar caught her eye. It was a tan file icon, labeled: Pics.
Pics? That was vague.
Amy hesitated, if she clicked it, she was one of those girlfriends. One of those snoopy, untrusting, privacy-invading girlfriends who didn’t know where the line was, and crossed it often.
But, she had to admit, she was curious. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Jake, no fiber in her had any concern that he was cheating, or doing anything untoward. Still, Jake could be…closed off. It wasn’t that he tried to be cold or anything, he was very sweet to her and affectionate. But talking about personal things, his feelings or his past, he tended to get jammed up. Even after several months together, the deep stuff made him uncomfortable.
What could he have in this silly little file with such an unassuming name?
If she had to guess? Probably work stuff. Maybe a file of gruesome crime scene photos. Jake was nothing if not a workaholic.
Or maybe it was photos of Sofia in lingerie. Jake was a bit of a procrastinator. She doubted he’d spend much time deleting old images.
Before she could reel herself in, Amy clicked the file.
