You need to understand my position: I'm a coward.

martianchaos: iridessence: thereflectioneternal: aelfcynn: May you find exactly what you want at...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 18:03:47 +0200

iridessence:

thereflectioneternal:

aelfcynn:

May you find exactly what you want at the thrift shop, in your price range, next time you’re there.

can’t pass up this kinda karma

and in your size

definitely cant pass it up now jeez

I don’t want to disappear without a forewarning.

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 18:01:57 +0200

lctor:

As of July 4th 2018, the Internet as we know it might be dead for good.

The European Parliament is passing a new Copyright Directive.
Article 13 #CensorshipMachine will impose widespread censorship of all the content we share online. Art, fanfiction, parodies, remixes, mashups, memes, etc.. Anything that you do not hold the rights over will be taken down.

Article 13 would force all online platforms to police and prevent the uploading of copyrighted content, or make people seek the correct licenses to post that content. Internet platforms hosting large amounts of user-uploaded content must monitor user behaviour and filter their contributions to identify and prevent copyright infringement.

Such filters will be mandatory for platforms including YouTube, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit and Instagram, but also much smaller websites.

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This doesn’t just affect Europe. The content creators you love are going to be in hot water for sharing their art and writing with you online. Any and all content that doesn’t belong to us will be filtered. Even memes are at risk, as the person who took the original photo may want to file complaints against any platform that allows it to be used without permission. But it goes even further than that.

Last Tuesday (19th June 2018) a group of more than 70 people who have played important roles in building the internet and developing it (Tim Berners-Lee, Vincent Cerf, Jimmy Wales, Mitchell Baker…) into what it is today addressed an open letter to the members of the European Parliament:

“As creators ourselves, we share the concern that there should be a fair distribution of revenues from the online use of copyright works, that benefits creators, publishers, and platforms alike.

But Article 13 is not the right way to achieve this. By requiring Internet platforms to perform automatic filtering all of the content that their users upload, Article 13 takes an unprecedented step towards the transformation of the Internet from an open platform for sharing and innovation, into a tool for the automated surveillance and control of its users. […] The damage that this may do to the free and open Internet as we know it is hard to predict, but in our opinions could be substantial.”

Here is the original Article 13. It’s even scarier. / Link 2

Here is how to contact your MEPs.

Here is a full list of everything that will be affected.

Europe is facing a huge problem, and unlike with Net Neutrality, the world doesn’t seem to care.

curiosamathematica:Moo-thematics.

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:59:48 +0200

curiosamathematica:

Moo-thematics.

samaxsonvevo:if you hated pink and/or blue as a kid because of the forced implication of rigid...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 08:42:36 +0200

samaxsonvevo:

if you hated pink and/or blue as a kid because of the forced implication of rigid gendering of things that you knew you didn’t want to be a part of and as a kid you took it out on the colour but were able to embrace the colour(s) divorced from the bullshit as you grew up and were able to make your own choices about colour and now feel much more free to like pink and/or blue clap your hands

free software alternatives

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 08:42:15 +0200

smellslikebot:

i never stop talking about some of these so i might as well banish them to a single post! you might know about a lot of them already, but feel free to look anyway

Adobe Animate (Flash) → OpenToonz, Synfig Studio, or Pencil2D

Adobe Audition → Audacity

Adobe Illustrator → Inkscape

Adobe Photoshop → GNU Image Manipulation Program or Paint.NET

Adobe Premiere Pro/After Effects → Fusion, Shotcut, OpenShot, Natron, or Blender

Autodesk Maya → Blender

Clip Studio Paint/Paint Tool SAI → Krita, FireAlpaca, (both also include animation tools!) or MediBang Paint

FL Studio → LMMS

Microsoft Office → LibreOffice or Calligra Suite

Scrivener → Celtx (sort of?) or Evernote

VLC media player → VLC media player lol

freeware can be a great opportunity to get a feel for something and learn a new skill. and in some cases, the free versions are almost as powerful, so you might find that you saved a lot of money but made work that was just about equal to what you might have done with paid software!

sybrart: azira, drunk & chucking rocks @ heaven’s windows:...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 08:29:31 +0200

sybrart:

azira, drunk & chucking rocks @ heaven’s windows: hey god not to second-guess ineffability but what the shit

eupheme-butterfly: icecream-eaterrr: I just heard this woman say “you procrastinate because you...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 08:28:19 +0200

eupheme-butterfly:

icecream-eaterrr:

I just heard this woman say “you procrastinate because you are afraid of rejection. It’s a defense mechanism, you are trying to protect yourself without even trying.” and I think I just realized what was wrong with me.

Yep, this is a very, very common reason for procrastinating. It’s also why procrastination, even though it’s often associated with laziness, is a fairly common trait in a lot of people with anxiety and perfectionism issues.

sosuperawesome: Airbrush and Block Color Denim Jackets, by...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 08:27:22 +0200

sosuperawesome:

Airbrush and Block Color Denim Jackets, by Mokuyobi Threads on Etsy

See our ‘denim jacket’ tag

fahbee: (source) Bonus:

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 09:51:24 +0200

fahbee:

(source)

Bonus:

thetokenirishkid: I forgot how Frizzle gave absolutely ZERO...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 09:48:31 +0200

thetokenirishkid:

I forgot how Frizzle gave absolutely ZERO fucks in almost every adventure they went on.

sindri42: montypythonandtheholyblog: raptorific: raptorific: me: [sees a cat]me: okay time for...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 09:45:21 +0200

sindri42:

montypythonandtheholyblog:

raptorific:

raptorific:

me: [sees a cat]
me: okay time for me to bother this animal

cat: [sees a person]

cat: okay time for me to bother this human

Is symbiotic relationship.

outlnderss: You’re doing amazing sweetie

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 05:56:13 +0200

outlnderss:

You’re doing amazing sweetie

writing-prompt-s: clearnutartisan: hypdom: mindlevelzero: mr-prism: bannableoffense: imjustbei...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 05:54:49 +0200

writing-prompt-s:

clearnutartisan:

hypdom:

mindlevelzero:

mr-prism:

bannableoffense:

imjustbeingfriendly:

whyisthisfrenchguymasturbating:

sarahakele:

inkskinned:

writing-prompt-s:

Your wife changes her hair color every season and her personality adjusts slightly. You’re secretly only in love with Autumn wife. She just came home sporting her Winter color.

it’s my fault. it’s just that when we met it was autumn; her red-orange hair and crackling laughter. there’s a little spooky in her, a lot of play. and what a better time for falling?

i didn’t realize it for the first few years - something shifting, something so subtle. the winter makes us all cold, the summer makes us all a little out of our minds. i just loved her, because she was incredible, and i was the luckiest person alive.

it’s just that i realized that spring came with sudden bursts of cold. it’s just that summer frequently raged in with fire sprouting from her lips. it’s just that winter was the worst of all, her eyes dead. it’s just that autumn loves me different; throws herself into it without the clingy sweat of summer. i used to love that summer girl, you know? i loved how wild she was, the way in summer she took every risk she could. but i carried her home drunk one too many times, cleaned up one too many of the messes she made for no reason than to enjoy the sensation of burning. and winter was worse; the shutdown, the isolation. how she became distant, a blizzard, caught up in her own head, unable to tell me what was wrong and unable to think i actually wanted to listen.

she comes home, her hair bleached white. a dark smile on her lips. the shadowy parts of her are back. they loom like icicles overhead. she kisses me with her body held at a distance, a peck on my cheek that feels like an iceberg. she makes polite conversation and we go to bed early, our bodies untouching.

it is a lonely season, i think on the ninth day of this. winter is cold. winter is known for the death of things. when i look at her, i see the girl i fell for, inhabited by an alien. she was the first women i loved so much i felt it would kill me. i can’t leave. when i wake her up with my crying, she tells me to shush and go back to sleep. she’s different like this, quiet, doesn’t eat.

three days later i stare at myself in the mirror. i wonder if it’s me. if the fat on my body or something in my face or the wrinkles and she doesn’t love me. i try prettier lingerie, lean cuisine, i try different hair, more makeup, try harder. it doesn’t work. she looks at me the same; that empty gaze that neither loves nor condemns my actions.

somewhere in februrary i lose it. we’re fighting again, from car to restaurant to car to home again. we fight about stupid things, small things; i tell her i feel she doesn’t love me, she says i’m not listening. the circle goes around and around, old pain peeling back, new pain unhealing. i sleep on the couch.

i wake up when i hear her crying, white hair around her all messed up. the kind of sobbing that only comes at two in the morning, heavy and thick and hurting. my winter girl. my heart is breaking. she looks up at me like i’m her anchor. “i’m sorry i’m like this,” she says. and i start saying, it’s okay i’m here we’re married, but she just shakes her head and says, “I know this isn’t the real me.”

i hold her cold hand. she stares at the blankets. “i am different in winter,” she whispers, “i know i am and i’m sorry.” she looks at me. “why do you think i dye my hair? cut it off? get rid of the old me?”

i tell her it’s okay. we’re together and it’s okay, and then she whispers, “i’m sorry you married four of me.”

we lay there like that, her head on my chest. she falls asleep. i stare at the ceiling, thinking of the way she sounded when she was crying. how i helped put her in that pain. how i promised in sickness and in health and everything in between.

the next day i spend at the library. there aren’t enough books on how to love someone with seasonal affective disorder so i make my own, notes and pages and little ideas on post-its. and i take a deep breath and make myself a promise.

she comes home to her favorite dinner and we kiss and she’s uneasy but that’s okay. the next day i bring home flowers and the next day she finds little love notes in her pockets. i love her quiet, the way winter demands, understand her sex drive is faltering; spend more time just cuddling. we drink wine and we kiss and some part of her starts relaxing.

the truth is there is no loving someone out of their mental illness. the truth is that you can love someone in despite of it; love them loud enough to give them an excuse to believe they can make their way out of it.

and i learn. i remember the rebirth of spring, when she starts thawing. we kiss and have picnics in pretty dresses. i remember her joy at little birds and her rain dancing. i fall in love with the flowers in her cheeks and the little bursts of cleaning. i fall in love with summer’s slow walks and milkshakes and shouting to music playing too loud on the speakers. i fall in love with her dancing, with the sunfire energy. and when winter comes; i am ready. i remember that snow used to look pretty. i fall in love with the hearth of her, with the holiday, with the slow smile that spreads across her face so shyly. i fall in love with how she looks in boots and mittens and every day i find another reason to love her the way she deserves - they way i always should have.

she comes home with her white hair and dark smile and a package in her hands. i ask to see what it is and that small shy grin comes creeping out. it’s a sunlamp packed in with medication. she looks at me with those wide eyes and that beautiful winter blush. “i’m trying to get better,” she whispers, “i promise.”

recovery doesn’t look immediate. sometimes it isn’t neat. i can’t say we never fight or that we’re suddenly complete. but each day, that tiny girl’s strength gives me another reason. i love her. i love her while she tames the roller coaster of spring; i love her for reigning in the summer storms; i love her for taking her winter and trying to be warm. it is hard, because everything worth it is hard. she spreads out her autumn leaves; mixes the best parts of her into everything. learns to take winter’s silence for a moment before yelling in summer. learns to take autumn’s spice and give it to spring. we are both learning.

one day she comes home and her hair is different, but it’s a style i don’t know. i kiss it and tell her that she’s beautiful and the inside of me swells like a flood. i’m so glad that she’s mine. every part of her. the whole. i am the luckiest person on earth. and i always have been. but she’s hugging me and saying, “thank you for helping me,” and i can’t explain why i’m crying.

this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.

this is what love looks like in an autumn girl: it is winter and she glows.

I’m actually sobbing jesus christ

my heart is aching??? this is gorgeous

Wow. Worth the read, don’t scroll.

This is everything.

Everything about how to love.

I was not prepared

Nor was I.

“this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.”

Honestly, if you scrolled… Go back up and read it.

I’ve read this again and again, and it just wrecks me every time.

This is beyond beautiful. Thanks for doing this prompt @inkskinned

Astronaut tweets

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 05:47:04 +0200

catchymemes:

Photo

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 05:35:00 +0200

rubbyo: I LOVE THIS

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 18:13:34 +0200

rubbyo:

I LOVE THIS

nyacchii-art: Ah!! Finally started classes and because of that...

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 18:08:03 +0200

nyacchii-art:

Ah!! Finally started classes and because of that I haven’t enough time to draw :(! But today I spent a fast hour to draw a fanart of the webcomic “A Matter of life and death”. This webcomic is a recommendation of my students and it’s definitely beautiful! I’m super in love with the characters!!!

livingshitpost: i know how we can fix this pours a bucket of glitter on toothless

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 16:08:36 +0200

livingshitpost:

i know how we can fix this

pours a bucket of glitter on toothless

Photo

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 16:07:43 +0200

Photo

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 13:42:59 +0200