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If you remove everything “problematic” toward women and minorities from sincere historical fiction I am biting you biting you biting you.
Sometimes “he would not fucking say that” is when the guy living in 1852 is a third wave feminist.
The Music Man revival making Shipoopi a song about respecting women is killing me
Okay this is significantly more funny.
There’s one guy in Columbus Ohio that has a completely unique strain of Covid that we only know about because of how much he is shitting and it is baffling researchers.
His identity is a mystery but they know where commutes to because his shits turn up there too.
this person is also apparently getting worse over time.
if you know anybody who commutes some of the time from Columbus to Washington Court House see if you can talk them into covid testing their poop.
Bedtime.
[ id: a semi stylized, crayon drawing of a ginger tabby cat laying down on a white bed with a light blue flowery blanket covering it. It looks content, its eyes closed. The folds in the fabrics are in turquoise or purple, the flowers are purple or magenta, and the little lineart there is in the cat is cyan, with pink or turquoise details. /End id ]
THIS TOOK A FAR DIFFERENT TURN THEN I EXPECTED
I HAVE NEVER SEEN THE SECOND PART
The notes on this!!
Awww
“Can i pick u up on thursday?” AWWWWWWW
lol he just wanted to buy her some superman pjs that werent on sale??! ~
can they see this right now??
OMG HE’S ADORABLE
NiceGuy™: “I hope my crush wears sexy underwear to bed”
Actual nice boy: “gosh I hope she wears pjs to bed so I can get some for her”
why do only children's and fantasy books have illustrations. what crime did other readers commit that the industry decided we weren't worthy of lil drawings
pros of illustrating adult/literary fiction:
- more employment for illustrators
- cool abstract art that conveys vibes
- i like picture
cons:
- ????
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My roommate (the one who hates septum piercings so much they make her gag) thinks my art is the most disgusting and ugly shit on the planet, and every time I announce that I've sold a piece or gotten into a show, she makes the kind of facial expression you'd expect of someone eating chili at a live autopsy and says, "I'm glad you're having fun! :)"
You're all misunderstanding; I love her so much and I'm having a great time. It's like when you're a kid and you chase other, less cool kids around the playground with a fun worm you found.
She doesn't consume any media besides sitcoms and reality TV, and doesn't have social media besides Facebook, so when I come to her with something even remotely bizarre, she just has absolutely nothing to compare it to. Like, when I show her something mildly weird that made like this:
She's just fully convinced that I personally invented the concept of body horror all on my own specifically to make her life a living hell. She thinks I'm the only person like this alive. It's so funny. I love her.
Oh if we're doing that
The star and crescent symbol on this Saddle Arabian diplomat's (blanket? I guess?) implies that there was a pony Ottoman Empire at some point.
The existence of Horse Islam implies the existence of Horse Catholicism and Horse Judaism.
i'm not the praying sort, but i'll probably always have a soft spot for the astronaut's prayer
for those who aren't familiar with it, it's a possibly-spurious quote by alan shepard (and is thus sometimes referred to as the shepard's prayer) on the launchpad of Freedom 7, immediately before he became the first american in space. it goes like this:
[Plain Text: "Dear Lord, please don't let me fuck up." /end Plain Text]
You don’t own fanfics. They’re inherently public domain because they aren’t your IP. Agree or disagree with AI, there are no grounds for “protection” from AI because it isn’t your IP to begin with. That’s what you chose when you chose this medium
Oh dear.
Okay, you get an answer, because at least you took the effort to write your ask out properly, even if you are hiding behind the grey, sunglassed circle.
Do I, or any fanfic author for that matter, have any legal claims to our work? No, not really, no. (Although if someone took a fic, filed off the serial number--deleted the fandom specific elements--, and then had it published for financial gain, yeah, that would be a case.)
BUT
Disrepectfully,
Orlissa
(i can't believe I have to say this)
Also this is not true. You do in fact have the copyright to the specific writing you did in a fic, because that's not how copyright law works. Like this is not a grey area.
People who write IP content for corporations give up their copyright on a contractual basis--the company wants writing they can sell about characters/settings they own without getting entangled in royalty obligations etc, so they hire people. Who sign contracts saying they don't own what they write as part of that job.
That's why you don't own Star Wars stuff you wrote for Disney; you specifically agreed not to own it.
Writing for IP you don't own leaves you in a position where you can't legally monetize it (without taking out the Owned parts ad rebranding), but it absolutely does not automatically cede or void copyright. That is super not a thing.
SUPER not a thing, I cannot say this enough.
Do not perform that kind of massive corporate overreach for them. Holy shit. Do they not own enough.
It’s fascinating that this misconception of copyright still exists. Haven’t we all seen the posts on here where authors beg fans to please not send them fanfic of their works? They’re not doing that because they feel like it, they do that because fans legally own their words and ideas, and an author who takes them even unintentionally can in fact end up in real legal trouble for taking something that’s not theirs. It doesn’t matter whether they own the canon.
This.
Copyright is the most basic of protections for all writers. If there’s anything professional/career writers want spread around, it’s the knowledge that all writers have the same protections that copyright confers on us.
Astonishing indeed that anon would attempt to upbraid somebody on copyright issues when, themselves, they understand them so poorly.
hey. to the fat person reading this who wants to transition or is transitioning. make your transition goals fat like you. please. the things you aim to gain from transition can be gained while fat. you can be/express your gender and be fat. there is nothing wrong with that, no matter what anyone says. i promise.
let yourself exist. let yourself be happy. you have just as much of a right as every other person in this world to do that, especially as you transition. it's okay. you're going to be alright, and you're also going to look fucking awesome. you already look fucking awesome. it's your body. own it.
when you die, you walk into the cold unknown hand in hand with a girl you met once when you were five in a hotel pool and her hand is warm.
love is stored in the child you crossed paths with in a space midway to somewhere else and never saw again
She may be considered a senior citizen but she is still baby
That sweet face! Happy Birthday!
the difference between Reddit and twitter migrants is Reddit brings memes while twitter brought 2016 tumblr discourse.
that’s because the redditors are all regulars of the tumblr repost subreddits and the twitter people are all former tumblr users who left in 2016
Most folks who work in a technical field harbour a secret desire to flee into the woods and never return. Hell, probably folks working in any field do, but my particular form of monomaniacal narcissism prevents me from considering their opinions and lived experiences as equally valid to my own. Point is, the boonies simply are not big enough for all of us, once we quit our jobs.
Sometimes, when I'm stuck in traffic, I like to think about where I'd live if this glorious future came to pass. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm definitely not a Better Homes & Gardens kind of pervert. What I like is the kind of thing that people in the 1970s would have called: "a little much." Diagonal slats of barely-finished wood. A-frames everywhere. Exposed structural elements. Conversation pits. And a garage the size of Kuwait.
Yeah, of course I'd bring my cars along. Or maybe I'd get new ones. Get a whole pile of different beaters; it's a new life and all. Trusting small-town rurals who have never encountered a real negotiator before. I'd get to wrestle cherry, low-miles, only-plowed-with-a-few-times Ramchargers out of their kindly fingers, drag them back home and bolt airplane superchargers to the intake.
Of course, I'd need some way to get those superchargers to me, so I guess I would need a computer. And then I'd have to pay for the superchargers, so I'd probably need to get some kind of a job. And shipping is really expensive to idyllic small towns full of monstrous secrets that the townfolk would prefer remain buried forever. It'd have to be a good job, but one that doesn't involve much work. Maybe I could commute to a small office nearby, do some technology job. Then I wouldn't have to hunt bears for food and tourists for sport.
