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between the shadow and the soul

@paso-liati / paso-liati.tumblr.com

'Loving things as certain dark things are to be loved.' (That's for you, Londo, Garak, and every other vaguely sympathetic villain I've ever loved). Fandom dumpster dweller. Cosplayer. Illustrator in the making. Wanna be writer. Roller of dice. Occasional guitar player. Copious amounts of Babylon 5, Star Trek Deep Space 9, art, sci-fi/fantasy, and whatever geeky shit I'm into at the moment.

we moan about how we're reblogging memes about being an adult or with adult themes (not in a sexual way in this case) and how it means we're all getting old, but isnt it great that despite everything we still find fun and humor in our adult lives?

i forgot what website i was on, hold on

Anytime I read anything related to self-help now I reflexively dismiss it like it's some grifter toxic productivity bullshit

like I can't even read legit behavioural therapy advice without squinting and going "hm you want me to manage my time? idk sounds sus"

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What's that poem about the cockroach and the moth where the cockroach is like "I wish I've ever wanted anything the way that moth wanted to burn itself up in that lantern" because we had to read that in high school and it still fucks me up to this day

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Ok I found it it's called "the lesson of the moth by archy" and it's by Don Marquis

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My friend Goose (who should get a tumblr) has informed me this poem was actually set to music for the musical Shinbone Alley. Here it is sung by Eddie Bracken: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3oRdO68M3A

Precious man (not in black!) sighted ❤ (x,x)

Neil Gaiman: Hi, I'm Neil Gaiman. I'm wearing the first red T-shirt I've worn since 1987. Because I'm a member of the WGA. I'm on strike. I care so much for the things that I've written but I'm out here right now not working and here until we get a good contract because I care about the future of the WGA, the future of young writers. I want a world in which no AI writes scripts or attempts to. I want a world in which young writers get to learn how to make television. And I want a world in which we are fairly compensated for the things that we put up on streaming.

Any song left in the Good Omens Bentley metamorphoses in a fortnight into a Queen song.

Any t-shirt on Neil Gaiman metamorphoses in a few days into a black t-shirt :D❤ (Neil Gaiman has a new strike t-shirt - a black one this time! :)) (t-shirts to support the strike are here :))

I love the icon changes but also I hope tumblr keeps the cat icon as an option bc that one’s really cute

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The big discourse on twitter right now is that writers going on strike or cancelling their own series are breaking an invisible “contract” they made with their fans and all creators owe their fans a satisfying conclusion to their stories. Actually all fans owe all creators for entertaining them and if a creator says “I don’t want to perform this labor anymore,” then regardless of the cliffhanger that leaves you with, your only response should be “take care! Thank you for all your hard work!!!” :)

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Like it or not… this.

i am so violently sick of advertising. its everywhere it creeps into every inch of reality that it physically can theres no escape from how invasive it is. cant even rickroll people anymore because theyll just get a 30 second advert for car insurance

watching a video about this cargo ship that blew up in texas in the 40’s and it’s like . i know that with a lot of incidents especially older ones like this the reason that the safety standards were so shitty was because they literally did not know that these kinds of disasters COULD happen (and in many cases these disasters are what MADE the safety standards better) but sometimes you just learn about this shit and you think. how could all these people be so stupid

- cargo of the ship consisted of twine (flammable) peanuts (flammable, oily) and cotton (FLAMMABLE) from houston and POST WAR AMMUNITION (OH MY GOD) FROM CUBA

- additional cargo they were picking up in texas city was LOOSE BAGS OF AMMONIUM NITRATE that the dock workers described as being ANOMALOUSLY WARM UPON BEING LOADED INTO THE SHIP ??????

- small fire breaks out in cargo hold, instead of putting it out with water that could damage the cargo the captain decides to close all the hatches to try to make the cargo hold airtight and smother the fire (stupid but you can kind of understand how they got there)

- the heat of the trapped smoke in the cargo hold instead causes the aforementioned LOOSE BAGS OF AMMONIUM NITRATE to undergo a chemical reaction and turn into nitrous oxide, massively increasing the pressure inside of the airtight hold

- one of the hatch covers fails

- mfw all the pressure in the cargo hold is released at once causing an explosion that fucking levels everything in the port within 2000 feet

- mfw the shockwave shatters windows up to a hundred miles away

- mfw on-fire twine and peanuts and fucking grenades are raining down over texas city

- mfw some of the pieces of the ship got launched into the sky faster than the speed of sound

- mfw they found the ship’s anchor inside of a ten foot wide crater over a mile and a half away

- mfw this was one of the largest and most devastating non-nuclear explosions in world history

- mfw this could have been avoided if they’d just taken the L and put the fire out with water

also worth a mention: the SECOND boat that exploded in a very similar manner the next day which was an even more violent explosion, but less devastating because most of the port was. you know. already leveled and evacuated

someone running rescue and recovery after the FIRST boat exploded noticed that the second boat's cargo was on fire and reported it....and this just went. ignored. for several hours. until someone was like "oh shit better get this under control" and tried to move the boat to no avail and they just gave up and evacuated

next day it started raining glowing-hot metal boat chunks all over the city. AGAIN.

Today's problematic ships are the Grandcamp (first explosion) and High Flyer (second explosion).