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swan2swan:
THE PAN ACROSS THE WOMEN’S DISGUSTED FACES
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swan2swan:
THE PAN ACROSS THE WOMEN’S DISGUSTED FACES
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allnews247:
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez refuses to clap and stand up when President Trump calls for compromise and common ground, Nancy Pelosi clapped as loud as she could.
#SOTU #AOC #POTUS #speakerpelosi https://www.instagram.com/p/Bthg4-klkQT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1r1wgktnohcd0
Both of their reactions are perfect. Pelosi is practically clapping in his face while glaring daggers, and AOC’s expression is everything:
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allnews247:
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez refuses to clap and stand up when President Trump calls for compromise and common ground, Nancy Pelosi clapped as loud as she could.
#SOTU #AOC #POTUS #speakerpelosi https://www.instagram.com/p/Bthg4-klkQT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1r1wgktnohcd0
Both of their reactions are perfect. Pelosi is practically clapping in his face while glaring daggers, and AOC’s expression is everything:
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madmaudlingoes:
sergeant-angels-trashcan:
thegestianpoet:
chris hemsworth is like a DnD character whose class 100% does not require a high charisma stat but he put it as his highest stat anyways like “hmm I think it will be useful (:” so he just walks around as a muscle-bound brawler who can also inexplicably get anything he wants from anyone by smiling at them
Him and Terry Crews
Terry Crews: high-level fighter who also multiclassed into bard, for some reason.
Chris Hemsworth: that barbarian who loves to knit.
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madmaudlingoes:
sergeant-angels-trashcan:
thegestianpoet:
chris hemsworth is like a DnD character whose class 100% does not require a high charisma stat but he put it as his highest stat anyways like “hmm I think it will be useful (:” so he just walks around as a muscle-bound brawler who can also inexplicably get anything he wants from anyone by smiling at them
Him and Terry Crews
Terry Crews: high-level fighter who also multiclassed into bard, for some reason.
Chris Hemsworth: that barbarian who loves to knit.
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manaphy:
thank u for being a cooler blog than me and not unfollowing me yet
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manaphy:
thank u for being a cooler blog than me and not unfollowing me yet
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The Disastrous Decline in Author Incomes Isn’t Just Amazon’s Fault:
fishwrites:
roane72:
parentheticalaside:
“People have always felt a sort of ownership over art, and that’s actually good. It’s why you keep a book on your shelf and return to it, it’s why you hang a picture on your wall that speaks to you. But when this gets out of hand and you mistake access or a personal connection with your rights, as happens so often in our Internet age, it leads to a dangerous sense of entitlement. That’s why readers feel empowered to complain, directly to the creator, that a book or show doesn’t have absolutely everything they want: the romantic pairing they’d hoped for, the language they find most friendly, the ending they desired. And it’s also why, for instance, the last Harry Potter book leaked on the internet before it was officially published: fans saw the book as something they were owed, not the product of labor that deserved compensation. Not that J.K. Rowling needs more money—but she, and all authors, deserve to have their work recognized as work.
“Consumers hold a pernicious power, so this trend towards free content won’t reverse itself unless we want it to. This is a sad thing, and we will all be much worse off if we can only hear stories from people who can afford to write.”
Please please please do NOT pirate books if you want to keep having books to read. The median income for full-time authors in 2017 is reported at $20,857. That means half of all authors reporting income made LESS.
And of the authors that reported that they were, in fact, full-time authors, only 63% had ANY earnings to report. The average of those who did earn something was $43,247. Which means, looking at the difference between the median and average, the average is heavily weighted by the superstars.
MOST of your favorite authors are either working a second (or third, or more) job, have a partner who earns more money, or is living hand-to-mouth, or some combination of the three.
Libraries are your friends. Most have ebook collections now. I know readers gotta eat, but writers do too.
Signed,
Someone whose book isn’t out for another 4 months, and is ALREADY being pirated :(
Oh gosh :( this really hit me: “This is a sad thing, and we will all be much worse off if we can only hear stories from people who can afford to write.”
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The Disastrous Decline in Author Incomes Isn’t Just Amazon’s Fault:
fishwrites:
roane72:
parentheticalaside:
“People have always felt a sort of ownership over art, and that’s actually good. It’s why you keep a book on your shelf and return to it, it’s why you hang a picture on your wall that speaks to you. But when this gets out of hand and you mistake access or a personal connection with your rights, as happens so often in our Internet age, it leads to a dangerous sense of entitlement. That’s why readers feel empowered to complain, directly to the creator, that a book or show doesn’t have absolutely everything they want: the romantic pairing they’d hoped for, the language they find most friendly, the ending they desired. And it’s also why, for instance, the last Harry Potter book leaked on the internet before it was officially published: fans saw the book as something they were owed, not the product of labor that deserved compensation. Not that J.K. Rowling needs more money—but she, and all authors, deserve to have their work recognized as work.
“Consumers hold a pernicious power, so this trend towards free content won’t reverse itself unless we want it to. This is a sad thing, and we will all be much worse off if we can only hear stories from people who can afford to write.”
Please please please do NOT pirate books if you want to keep having books to read. The median income for full-time authors in 2017 is reported at $20,857. That means half of all authors reporting income made LESS.
And of the authors that reported that they were, in fact, full-time authors, only 63% had ANY earnings to report. The average of those who did earn something was $43,247. Which means, looking at the difference between the median and average, the average is heavily weighted by the superstars.
MOST of your favorite authors are either working a second (or third, or more) job, have a partner who earns more money, or is living hand-to-mouth, or some combination of the three.
Libraries are your friends. Most have ebook collections now. I know readers gotta eat, but writers do too.
Signed,
Someone whose book isn’t out for another 4 months, and is ALREADY being pirated :(
Oh gosh :( this really hit me: “This is a sad thing, and we will all be much worse off if we can only hear stories from people who can afford to write.”
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moonlandingwasfaked:
HIDEO KOJIMA, ABSOLUTE MAD MAN, AT IT AGAIN
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moonlandingwasfaked:
HIDEO KOJIMA, ABSOLUTE MAD MAN, AT IT AGAIN
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vampireapologist:
wuackamole:
vampireapologist:
actually when I was in 8th grade and obsessed with twilight my master plan as a twilight vampire was to sit around in famous shipwrecks like the super deep ones where they can only send robots with cameras from their submarines and when they sent one down i’d be sitting there, pretending to drink out of an old tea cup you know for the drama of it all and the guys in the submarine would know what they saw and that it was real footage but who else would believe them? no one important.
but it didn’t stop there. at the next party they threw to celebrate one of their latest finds, some museum-y banquet idk I was 13, I was going to show up. I was going to show up and make eye contact with them one at a time from across the room and they were going to lose their goddamn minds and then before the volturi could catch wind i was gonna be back in the ocean. how could they find me?
the drama. the theatrics. i can’t believe i didn’t realize i was gay right then but that’s another story, also involving vampires,
hate to burst your fantasy, but
1) vampires don’t show up in film
2) vampires can’t cross moving water much less sit at the bottom of the ocean
you’ve got me a in a difficult position here because on the one hand, this post is specifically about vampire lore in Twilight, so you’re wrong, but on the other hand, saying “you clearly didn’t read twilight” doesn’t exactly make you look like the bad guy here
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vampireapologist:
wuackamole:
vampireapologist:
actually when I was in 8th grade and obsessed with twilight my master plan as a twilight vampire was to sit around in famous shipwrecks like the super deep ones where they can only send robots with cameras from their submarines and when they sent one down i’d be sitting there, pretending to drink out of an old tea cup you know for the drama of it all and the guys in the submarine would know what they saw and that it was real footage but who else would believe them? no one important.
but it didn’t stop there. at the next party they threw to celebrate one of their latest finds, some museum-y banquet idk I was 13, I was going to show up. I was going to show up and make eye contact with them one at a time from across the room and they were going to lose their goddamn minds and then before the volturi could catch wind i was gonna be back in the ocean. how could they find me?
the drama. the theatrics. i can’t believe i didn’t realize i was gay right then but that’s another story, also involving vampires,
hate to burst your fantasy, but
1) vampires don’t show up in film
2) vampires can’t cross moving water much less sit at the bottom of the ocean
you’ve got me a in a difficult position here because on the one hand, this post is specifically about vampire lore in Twilight, so you’re wrong, but on the other hand, saying “you clearly didn’t read twilight” doesn’t exactly make you look like the bad guy here
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homofied:
candiikismet:
mrdsc1010:
https://twitter.com/ABC7/status/1087836411183525888
It’s true and she should say it.
Her response to that was writing an essay as to why she was right. I fucking love her
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homofied:
candiikismet:
mrdsc1010:
https://twitter.com/ABC7/status/1087836411183525888
It’s true and she should say it.
Her response to that was writing an essay as to why she was right. I fucking love her
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enoughtohold:
Approaching the ripe old age of eighteen, and with the country, in 1967, exploding in militant resistance to the escalating war in Vietnam, Sylvia [Rivera] abruptly got notice to report to the local draft board in Jersey City (where she was living at the time).
She made an instant decision: She was not, under any circumstances, going to war. She considered herself a patriotic American, and swore that if anybody ever tried to invade this country, she would pick up a gun — “and I know how to use a gun, honey” — and “blow them away off the continent.” But she was “not going over there to fight for something that I don’t know really what we’re going for.” The only question was how to get out of it.
Sylvia made up her mind to appear at the draft board in full drag: high heels, miniskirt, long red nails, the works. But she nervously wondered if that would do it; she had heard rumors that even queens had been drafted, to do clerical work. When she arrived at the draft board on the scheduled morning, in full regalia, she was directed to a desk at which sat two sergeants, one male, one female. The female sergeant assumed the new arrival was in her jurisdiction: “Women who are enlisting,” she said, smiling and pointing, “go to that side of the room.”
“But I’m one of the boys,” Sylvia said. “My name is Ray. Ray Rivera.” Now it was the turn of the male sergeant. Gruffly, unsmilingly, he repeated — whether because of nearsightedness or incomprehension — that Sylvia should join the ladies on that side of the room. And next thing Sylvia knew, she was on a bus with a bunch of women headed for the induction center in Newark. “All of these bitches got no nails and short cropped hair. They looked butcher than I do at my best.” Halfway into the trip, Sylvia noticed one of the tougher-looking women giving her the eye. Sylvia wheeled on her indignantly. “I am not a woman!” she yelled. “I happen to be one of the boys!”
At the induction center they took Sylvia straight to the psychiatrist’s office.
“What’s your name?” the psychiatrist asked.
“Which one, darling?”
“Your male Christian name.”
“Oh. That’s Ray José Christian Rivera. Alias Miss Sylvia Lee Rivera.”
“Is there a problem with your sexuality?”
“Is there? I don’t know,” said Sylvia, arching her eyebrows in feigned innocence. “I know I like men. I know I like to wear dresses. But I don’t know what any problem is.”
The psychiatrist frowned, so Sylvia knew she was on the right track and plunged ahead. “I got papers here from when I was in the hospital. A doctor signed them. The papers state that I am a homosexual. Is that what you mean by a ‘problem’?”
Without another word, the psychiatrist stamped “HOMOSEXUAL” in three-inch-high red letters on Sylvia’s induction notice, then told her that she could go home.
Knowing she had gotten off, Sylvia giddily opted for one last bit of grandstanding camp. “I ain’t got no money to go home,” she announced with maximum petulance. “You all brought me here, now you all got to get me home. Somebody’s got to take me home!”
And damned if they didn’t drive her all the way back to Jersey City.
— Martin Duberman, Stonewall (1993), Pt. 4.
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enoughtohold:
Approaching the ripe old age of eighteen, and with the country, in 1967, exploding in militant resistance to the escalating war in Vietnam, Sylvia [Rivera] abruptly got notice to report to the local draft board in Jersey City (where she was living at the time).
She made an instant decision: She was not, under any circumstances, going to war. She considered herself a patriotic American, and swore that if anybody ever tried to invade this country, she would pick up a gun — “and I know how to use a gun, honey” — and “blow them away off the continent.” But she was “not going over there to fight for something that I don’t know really what we’re going for.” The only question was how to get out of it.
Sylvia made up her mind to appear at the draft board in full drag: high heels, miniskirt, long red nails, the works. But she nervously wondered if that would do it; she had heard rumors that even queens had been drafted, to do clerical work. When she arrived at the draft board on the scheduled morning, in full regalia, she was directed to a desk at which sat two sergeants, one male, one female. The female sergeant assumed the new arrival was in her jurisdiction: “Women who are enlisting,” she said, smiling and pointing, “go to that side of the room.”
“But I’m one of the boys,” Sylvia said. “My name is Ray. Ray Rivera.” Now it was the turn of the male sergeant. Gruffly, unsmilingly, he repeated — whether because of nearsightedness or incomprehension — that Sylvia should join the ladies on that side of the room. And next thing Sylvia knew, she was on a bus with a bunch of women headed for the induction center in Newark. “All of these bitches got no nails and short cropped hair. They looked butcher than I do at my best.” Halfway into the trip, Sylvia noticed one of the tougher-looking women giving her the eye. Sylvia wheeled on her indignantly. “I am not a woman!” she yelled. “I happen to be one of the boys!”
At the induction center they took Sylvia straight to the psychiatrist’s office.
“What’s your name?” the psychiatrist asked.
“Which one, darling?”
“Your male Christian name.”
“Oh. That’s Ray José Christian Rivera. Alias Miss Sylvia Lee Rivera.”
“Is there a problem with your sexuality?”
“Is there? I don’t know,” said Sylvia, arching her eyebrows in feigned innocence. “I know I like men. I know I like to wear dresses. But I don’t know what any problem is.”
The psychiatrist frowned, so Sylvia knew she was on the right track and plunged ahead. “I got papers here from when I was in the hospital. A doctor signed them. The papers state that I am a homosexual. Is that what you mean by a ‘problem’?”
Without another word, the psychiatrist stamped “HOMOSEXUAL” in three-inch-high red letters on Sylvia’s induction notice, then told her that she could go home.
Knowing she had gotten off, Sylvia giddily opted for one last bit of grandstanding camp. “I ain’t got no money to go home,” she announced with maximum petulance. “You all brought me here, now you all got to get me home. Somebody’s got to take me home!”
And damned if they didn’t drive her all the way back to Jersey City.
— Martin Duberman, Stonewall (1993), Pt. 4.
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tikkunolamorgtfo:
tikkunolamorgtfo:
“Who is Ruth Bader Ginsburg?” asks the so-called biographical video depicting a Jewish woman getting married in a church 🤦♀️
Also, I just looked it up and she did not get married at age 17? She met her future husband at age 17, but they didn’t marry until 1954 when she was 21.
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tikkunolamorgtfo:
tikkunolamorgtfo:
“Who is Ruth Bader Ginsburg?” asks the so-called biographical video depicting a Jewish woman getting married in a church 🤦♀️
Also, I just looked it up and she did not get married at age 17? She met her future husband at age 17, but they didn’t marry until 1954 when she was 21.
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chandelyer:
My favourites from Rasario fall 2019 rtw
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chandelyer:
My favourites from Rasario fall 2019 rtw
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jakeperalta:
I really feel like Jameela Jamil and Terry Crews are gonna save the world
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jakeperalta:
I really feel like Jameela Jamil and Terry Crews are gonna save the world
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stereomadness:
finally a good tumblr update. thank you staff.
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stereomadness:
finally a good tumblr update. thank you staff.
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insomniac-arrest:
i-was-today-years-old-when:
i found out that
Black Friday 2013, Cards Against Humanity had an “Anti-Sale” with increased prices, and still had a sales spike and maintained its best-selling status on Amazon. (x)
this is so fucking funny
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insomniac-arrest:
i-was-today-years-old-when:
i found out that
Black Friday 2013, Cards Against Humanity had an “Anti-Sale” with increased prices, and still had a sales spike and maintained its best-selling status on Amazon. (x)
this is so fucking funny
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seananmcguire:
ruffboijuliaburnsides:
storyinmypocket:
tchalisew:
ruffboijuliaburnsides:
fifty-shadesofgay:
lo-kaia:
hallucin8:
Dirty talk but you both use your customer service voice
Thanks I hate it
partner: *cums*
me: great! will you be needing anything else today?
Customer service but you use your dirty talk voice
You’re a nasty little bitch aren’t you? Trying to return these shoes after 30 days.
No, seriously, when doing tech support, I would run into dudes who were sexist as shit, wanted to talk to a “real tech” and not “some girl”, and kept talking over me. My last job had been in phone sex. So, more or less instinctively, I started shifting away from my higher-pitched Cheerful Professional Voice, and into my Low Sultry Phone Sex Purr.
“Okay, but I really need you to perform this essential troubleshooting step. Can you do that for me?”
It worked every goddamn time.
The guys who were arguing with me moments before were suddenly all too eager to tell me what the lights on their routers were doing, unplug things and plug them back in, and thank me for reporting the issue to the line techs who’d be heading out to fix their problem in the next 24 hours.
I regret nothing.
like frankly if you can exploit the bug THAT EASILY, the devs aren’t even trying
As someone else who used the “phone sex voice, technical support manual” trick, this shit works.
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seananmcguire:
ruffboijuliaburnsides:
storyinmypocket:
tchalisew:
ruffboijuliaburnsides:
fifty-shadesofgay:
lo-kaia:
hallucin8:
Dirty talk but you both use your customer service voice
Thanks I hate it
partner: *cums*
me: great! will you be needing anything else today?
Customer service but you use your dirty talk voice
You’re a nasty little bitch aren’t you? Trying to return these shoes after 30 days.
No, seriously, when doing tech support, I would run into dudes who were sexist as shit, wanted to talk to a “real tech” and not “some girl”, and kept talking over me. My last job had been in phone sex. So, more or less instinctively, I started shifting away from my higher-pitched Cheerful Professional Voice, and into my Low Sultry Phone Sex Purr.
“Okay, but I really need you to perform this essential troubleshooting step. Can you do that for me?”
It worked every goddamn time.
The guys who were arguing with me moments before were suddenly all too eager to tell me what the lights on their routers were doing, unplug things and plug them back in, and thank me for reporting the issue to the line techs who’d be heading out to fix their problem in the next 24 hours.
I regret nothing.
like frankly if you can exploit the bug THAT EASILY, the devs aren’t even trying
As someone else who used the “phone sex voice, technical support manual” trick, this shit works.
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