A Wondrous State by hetrez - 1.7k / G Beautiful little piece about Andrew spooning Neil and fighting to be okay with it. <3
Baltimore Blues by SpangleBangle - 17k / E A rewrite of what happened during Baltimore from Andrew’s POV. The beeeeeeessst one of these types out there. Just read everything Spangle writes, do yourself that favour.
There were a lot of things Peter didn’t like doing: laundry;
the dishes; any kind of cleaning, really. But laying on the ground and slowly
bleeding to death from a gunshot wound had just rocketed to the top of the
“Gamora,” he gasped.
“Don’t talk!” She pressed her hands more firmly over the
hole in his shoulder, which ow. “Rocket!” she shouted. “Where are you with the ship?”
Peter didn’t hear what Rocket said in response – his ear
piece had been knocked out when he fell back. But he knew Rocket had taken off
several minutes ago to retrieve the ship, while Gamora had fallen to her knees
by his side to put pressure on the wound. Drax stood a little in front of them, picking
off any of the remaining Sakaraans who hadn’t retreated yet.
“Gamora,” he tried again. His vision was starting to blur,
and he needed to get this out. “I have to tell you –“
“Whatever it is, it can wait,” she said firmly, but he could
see the desperation in her eyes. He’d always loved her eyes.
“I can’t… take the chance,” he wheezed. It was getting
harder and harder to form words.
“Peter, no.” She was still pressing hard onto his wound, but
her voice was unsteady. “You’re not going to die! If you die, I swear I’ll kill
“’Mora,” he said quietly. He had to say this. She already
knew, because Mantis blurted it out, but there was no way he was going to die
without telling her himself. “I love you.”
“Dammit, Peter, shut up, you can’t just say it like this!” she
yelled. “You’re going to be fine!”
He hated to see the pain on her face, but his last thought
before everything faded to black was at
least now she knows for sure.
Things were a lot better when he woke up. He wasn’t in
nearly as much pain, this hospital bed was a lot comfier than the dirt, and
Gamora was still there – with a considerably less agonized expression, which was
always a plus.
She was sitting in a chair pulled up close to his bed, leaning
back slightly with her eyes closed, but he didn’t think she was asleep. She was
holding her sword in one hand, like she was ready to slay someone at a moment’s
He gave himself a few seconds to stare at her and be
thankful he was still alive to do so before he croaked out, “G’mora?”
Her eyes snapped open. “Peter,” she gasped. “You’re up!” Her
relief was clear in every syllable; how long had he been out? It couldn’t have
been that long, since she was still in the same clothes. He could see the blood stains on her shirt.
She sat up in her chair and passed him a cup of water. She
watched him the entire time he drank it, and he’d barely moved it away from his
lips when she took it from him and set it back down.
“How do you feel?”
“Okay,” he said truthfully. They must have given him
something good, because he could only feel the pain in his shoulder when he
moved. “What about the others?”
“They’re fine,” she said. “Actually, I was supposed to call them when you woke up.” She made no move to do so, though. Her eyes kept moving
from his face to his shoulder to the screens monitoring his vital signs.
“Where are we?”
“Nova hospital. That bullet nicked one of your arteries,”
she said. Then she muttered something about fragile Terran biology. Which reminded
him why he was there in the first place, which reminded him of what he’d said
while he was bleeding out.
He wasn’t really sure whether or not he should be sorry for
it – not for saying that he loved her, because it was true and he was pretty
sure she knew it, but just the way he said it. What if she’d thought he only
said it because he thought he was about to die?
“I meant it, you know,” he told her.
“What?” she asked hesitantly, which made him think she had an idea of where he was going.
“When I said I love you.” He made himself look her in the eye,
even though his heart had suddenly decided to lodge itself in his throat. “I
“Oh,” she said, a couple thousand emotions flickering across
“You don’t have to say it back,” he said quickly. “I just
wanted you to know.”
There was something scared in Gamora’s eyes that Peter
wanted to make go away. The truth was, he knew she loved him, and he also knew
that she wasn’t quite ready to say it yet.
“I missed you while I was unconscious,” he said, which
startled a laugh out of her.
“How would you – nevemind.” She shook her head, the fear in her eyes starting to dissipate.
“And I wanna kiss you, but it hurts to move.”
“That sounds like a problem.”
“Baaaaaabe,” he whined, pouting.
She smiled indulgently, standing up so she could lean over
and kiss him. She held the godslayer in one hand and was cupping his face with the
other, and at that moment it didn’t matter to Peter that he was lying in a
hospital bed with a hole in his shoulder; as was always the case when he kissed
her, he felt like could stay there forever.
Have you ever just stared blankly at a piece of paper, willing your Japanese essay to write itself? Have you ever screamed “WHAT IS VERB CONJUGATION????” from the rooftops while tearing out chunks of your hair? Have irregular verbs given you regular nightmares?
If you answered “yes”, “no” or “????” to any of these questions, then this post is for you. Fear no more! Here’s an introductory post to walk you through the basics of verb conjugation.
Introduction: 1-base and 5-base verbs
In order to conjugate verbs, you first need to know whether they’re 1-base verbs or 5-base verbs.
end with いる or える such as 食べる
end with く, ぐ, す, む, ぬ, ぶ, う, つ, or る.
If they end with る, the preceding syllable is う, お or あ.
There are some 5-base verbs that look exactly like 1-base verbs in plain form such as 帰る. In order to figure out whether they’re really 1-base or 5-base verbs, you look at their polite/ます form conjugation. For 5-base verbs, the final る will be changed to り before the ます.
変える ー＞ 変えます ＝ 1-base verb
帰る ー＞ 帰ります ＝ 5-base verb
来る（くる）and する are hipsters and think they’re too cool to follow regular conjugation rules.
This means that they exist to make our lives a living hell their conjugation patterns are irregular and you basically have to cry and flounder in pain learn them by heart.
Now, that we’ve got that sorted, we can move onto the exciting stuff. The verb forms covered in this post will be negative, polite, plain, imperative, conditional, and volitional - absolutely thrilling.
“食べる” = to eat
Negative form: 食べない = do not eat
Polite form: 食べます = eat
Plain form: 食べる = eat
Imperative form: 食べろ = eat it
Conditional form: 食べれば = if (you) eat it
Volitional form: 食べよう = let’s eat
“飲む’” = to drink
Negative form: 飲まない = do not drink
Polite form: 飲みます = drink
Plain form: 飲む = drink
Imperative form: 飲め = drink it
Conditional form: 飲めば = if (you) eat it
Volitional form: 飲もう = let’s drink
“来る” = to come
Negative form: 来ない （こない） = do not come
Polite form: 来ます （きます）= come
Plain form: 来る （くる） = come
Imperative form: 来い （こい） = come here
Conditional form: 来れば （くれば） = if (you) come
Volitional form: 来よう （こよう） = let’s come
“する” = to do
Negative form: しない = do not do
Polite form: します = do
Plain form: する = do
Imperative form: しろ = do it
Conditional form:すれば = if (you) do it
Volitional form: しよう = let’s do it which totally doesn’t sound suggestive at all
If you’ve read this far, I commend you for dealing with my weirdness. Congrats! You are now better equipped to tackle the perils to Japanese verb conjugation.
P.S Stay tuned for the next installment, where we will cover passive and causative form, before going back over some basics. ;)
Hello my little lovelies! I know what you are thinking. This isn’t the update you were looking for. I know, I know. Seriously please don’t throw things at me. The Iron Garden as always is in the works, chapter 9 will hopefully be out very soon! So back to your first question, what the hell is this non Iron Garden update. Well since you asked i’ll tell you! This little one-shot is dedicated to one very special friend and Gajevy author. The wonderful, fantastic, glorious, my princess of smut (are you ready?! *drum-roll*) @smartcookie727 ! This is my girl she collaborated with me for Chapter 8 of the Iron Garden and she has some steamy lemony one-shots that you need to check out if you haven’t yet! I have dedicated this little piece to her in the hopes that is makes her heart smile, she needs a little extra sunshine. In fact if you want to help me spread the love please go check her out! Help me send this amazing author some extra well deserved attention!
Oh also this is NSFW, rated M-ish ya know what I like people.
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AKA - How To Wake A Bookworm Redfox Style
The pitter patter of soft paws in the kitchen woke Gajeel. He kept his eyes closed as he listened to his cat turn the sink on and rummage through the cupboards. Attempting to ignore his acute hearing Gajeel pulled the warm body beside him closer. He gradually began to drown out the noise past his bedroom as he curled his mate’s form closer to his chest. Gently he slowly scooped her so he was cuddling her. One arm wrapped around her small waist while the other reached to intertwine his fingers with hers. He affectionately blew away the mess of blue curls that covered her shoulders.
She shivered, and he watched amused as small goosebumps rose on her ivory skin where his breath had landed.
“Nooooo” she mumbled.
He barely understood her dismay as she stuck a leg back to rest between his thighs.
Gajeel rolled his eyes knowing she couldn’t see him. He never understood why her cuddling habits were so odd. Even now she was fast asleep again with a leg awkwardly resting behind her. He adjusted himself as she continued to wiggle so that her other foot pressed against his shin and then reached one arm out to rest over her head.
Smiling devilishly Gajeel returned to the spot he had blown her hair from earlier as he began to lay soft kisses on the bare skin beside her shoulder blade. He kissed her gently slowly working his way up to her neck. He paused his lips pressed against her skin as she daintily stirred.
“Mmm yous stop geel.” Levy turned her face into the pillow as she went back to sleep.
Gajeel smiled against her skin tuned into the sound of her slow breathing. One of his most favorite things about his mate was her inability to function first thing in the morning. He found it adorable the way her words jumbled as the drunkenness of sleep still held her. He had learned since they began sharing a bed that Levy was most definitely not a morning person. Her weaknesses for late night reading made her useless until late afternoon, it was with exceptional effort on his part that they made it out the front door before 10 am.
Knowing they needed to leave around 9 am Gajeel had already begun what he had nicknamed Operation Sleepyhead . As it always is began with good morning kisses.
healing always hurts
it’s the truth that no one talks about
that healing requires scars and scabbing
that healing is about saying words that terrify you
that getting past the wall you put up requires bloodied knuckles
that the world wants to break you, unmake you
the world wants to see you crash into the ground
but healing is about getting up, broken body and all
broken heart, broken soul, broken girl
you are so loved
you are so wanted
those are the words you need hear even if you don’t believe them
so break down and cry and scream
and let the demons control you for just a moment
but find the arms that are home
and start piecing everything back together one step at a time
I see you like kimmy schmidt and I was wondering if you felt the problematic stuff is easy to ignore? I loved season 1, but then I fell into the mentality of not enjoying anything obviously problematic(to me) and what not, but I miss it. So I feel like I need someone to say it's okay to watch? Sorry if this doesn't make any sense
First off, you’re totally allowed to like what you like! If I avoided every piece of media that was problematic I would literally never watch anything. Secondly, I think part of what’s important about consuming “problematic” media is that you can enjoy it BUT it’s important to acknowledge the parts that are fucked up. I didn’t ignore the racially insensitive shit in Kimmy Schmidt (I talked to my partner about it extensively actually after watching with him) but I still embraced other parts of the show that I thought were really strong.
Side note: I did skip season 2 because I heard it wasn’t very good. And apparently there’s some bad anti-Asian stuff in the first couple episodes I think? I’m watching season 3 now and I like it a lot (and thankfully there hasn’t been any Jane Krakowski redface yet this season). I didn’t miss season 2 honestly and I don’t think it’s 100% necessary to figure out what’s going on.
It had been what seemed like weeks in this small dark cell. You couldn’t tell day from night without any windows, and no one was willing to tell you how long you’d been locked up. Dwight would sometimes bring you food and water, but the food made you vomit, so you gave up eating until he took you plain bread instead. Looks like they needed you alive if he was allowed to do this.
You were just finishing off a piece of bread when there was a commotion outside and you heard Negan’s booming voice.
“Welly welly well, what do we have here?! You trying to save your little girlfriend?” He laughs. Could Daryl be here? The door flings wide open and Daryl gets thrown into the cell with you.
“There you go, now you can be together!” Negan points his bat at Daryl’s face, “you have just made her life ten times worse my friend.” Then he disappears and the door slams shut. You sit there cold, dirty and naked, and when Daryl sees the state you’re in he instantly takes off his top and slides it over you instead.
“You came,” you cry into him.
“Of course I did, why wouldn’t I?” He holds you close to him as he kisses your head then the door opens again and Dwight stands there.
“You’re coming with me,” he says, pointing at Daryl. “Take that top off, it’s not allowed.” You immediately take it off and curl up so he can’t see you.
“Let her have it, she’s freezing!” Daryl yells.
“No, it’s not allowed. Now move!” Dwight shouts, pushing him out of the room and shutting and locking the door behind them. You start to cry into your knees and can still feel warmth on your skin where Daryl held you.
Dwight shoves Daryl into a cell of his own and he was made to work around the sanctuary over the next couple of weeks. Every time he was let out, Negan would ask him the same question: who are you? And Daryl would always give the same answer: I’m Daryl. What Daryl didn’t know was that every time he answered, you would suffer the consequences. Negan had said that your life would be worse now because of Daryl, but you didn’t realise just how bad it could get.
Dwight would stand guard as you were kicked and punched by other men, then left bleeding in the cell. After one beating you tried to talk to Dwight and get some information out of him.
“Where’s Daryl?” You croaked out, holding your nose as it bled.
“He’s in the next cell, he works for us now.”
“Why does this keep happening?”
“All he has to do is say he’s Negan, like we all do, but he won’t. Negan punishes you every time he answers incorrectly.”
“Please, please give him a message Dwight.”
“If Negan catches me, I’m dead.”
“Please, if you can, tell him he needs to say it.”
“I can’t promise anything,” he says, and leaves you with some fresh water and a cloth for your nose.
“Thank you Dwight.” He shuts the door and you try and stem the bleeding until it eventually stops. The next day another strange man enters your cell, but this beating is different, there’s no hesitation and it lasts a lot longer too. Dwight eventually opens the door to check on you and finds you unconscious with the man about to kick you again.
“Stop! No more!” He shouts. Negan hears Dwight’s shouts and rushes over to your cell.
“What’s going on he- WHAT THE HELL?! Dwight, take her to Carson, now! And as for you, you’re going to find out what happens to people who cross the line and break the rules.” Negan pushes him out of your cell and downstairs where he gathers everyone around, including Daryl.
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, this man was caught beating a woman half to death earlier,” Negan starts, swinging Lucille up onto his shoulder. “That is so not cool, I need to show him just how not cool that is.” He then turns to the fire burning to the side and picks up an iron from it, and immediately crashes it to the man’s face. Screams fill the warehouse, but eventually come to an abrupt stop when the man passes out. Daryl stands there knowing he’s talking about you, and wants to run off, but knows he can’t.
Dwight sits with you as the doctor looks you over.
“She has several broken ribs and severe bruising all over. She won’t be leaving here for a while, and is absolutely not allowed to go back in that cell,” he explains.
“I’ll go let Negan know. Can you make sure she’s not pregnant or anything?”
“I will, don’t worry.”
Dwight finds Negan putting Daryl back in his cell after clearing up the mess he made with melting the man’s face off downstairs. Negan shuts the door and Daryl can hear them talking about you.
“She can’t leave the infirmary for a while, she’s got broken ribs and bruising everywhere. I’ve asked him to check if she’s pregnant, just in case.”
“Jesus Dwight, what sick fuckers did you let go in there? If she’s pregnant, I will hold you personally responsible for that. Fuck! I’m going to see Carson myself.” Negan storms off and Dwight hangs around by Daryl’s cell for a bit until the coast is clear then opens the door a little.
“Daryl, just say you’re Negan man. You’ve gotta. Negan only punished (Y/N) because you didn’t say it.”
“Yeah. Just do it once. I’ll try and let you know how she’s doing when I can.” With that, he chucks one of your hair pins in the room and shuts the door to run off to find Negan.
“She’s not pregnant and there’s no sign of trauma there either,” Carson tells Negan.
“Well thank fuck for that, otherwise we would have lost Dwighty boy! Okay, just fix her up and I’ll think of something.”
“What do you want me to do Negan?”
Dwight asks as he comes in at the end of the conversation.
“Just stay out of my way Dwight,” Negan sneers as he points Lucille past him and moves him to the side with her. Daryl is in his cell, sobbing over your hair pin Dwight left with him, spots of blood covering it. He gets angry, at himself, at Negan and at Dwight, and starts punching the walls. The hair grip falls from his hand and he frantically gets on his knees to search for it. Once he’s found it again he holds it up to the light that filters through the keyhole, then starts fiddling with it in the lock to see if he can open it. It springs open after a few minutes and he checks to see if anyone is around. Once he sees it’s clear he runs out and tries to find you. He hides in doorways and around corners where Negan’s people are patrolling, then sees the doctor’s room and you laying there on a bed.
“(Y/N), (Y/N), you need to open your eyes, please baby, open them up,” he whispers, stroking your hair, trying to wake you up. You groan in pain as you become more conscious and your eyes slowly focus on Daryl’s face.
“I’m getting you out of here now,” Daryl says, lifting you up and carrying you out. He gets out to the yard and suddenly Jesus jumps down from a fence in front of you both.
“Daryl! (Y/N)? What happened to her?”
“Let’s just get out of here first yeah?”
“Of course,” Jesus helps Daryl get you over the fence and to his waiting car. You arrive at the hilltop and they help you to the doctor there, and he gets you hooked up to a drip and some painkillers.
“Daryl, what happened back there?” Jesus asks as Maggie comes running in just in time to hear the answer.
“They beat her, because of me, it was all my fault. I didn’t realise what they were doing. I heard Dwight say she has broken ribs and bruising. They were gonna check if someone got her pregnant,” he breaks down as he says the last word, and Maggie wraps her arms around him as he falls to the ground.
“It’s not your fault Daryl,” Jesus says, looking over at you laying on the table.
“It’s not, and you need to be strong for her now, because it’s going to take a while for her to recover and she’ll need you more than ever. The doctor told me she isn’t pregnant,” Maggie continues.
“Thank god. She needs someone better than me,” he cries.
“Don’t you dare say that. Do you really think she’ll want anyone else?” Maggie asks. “She won’t, and you know it. I’ll get you some food.” She exits with Jesus and tells him to keep an eye on Daryl as she goes off to get dinner for him. Daryl sits on the floor next to the table you’re laid out on, then he hears you grunting as you start waking up again.
“(Y/N), it’s me, Daryl. How are ya feeling?” He asks after jumping up and stroking your face with his thumbs.
“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” he says, holding your hand. You squeeze it and a small tear falls down your cheek. “No, no crying, you’re safe. We’re with Maggie, you’re okay.”
“Thank you,” you croak.
“Thank Jesus, he was there.”
“Jesus, I like him,” you whisper, smiling a little.
“That’s what I wanna see baby,” Daryl smiles through tears as he runs his hand thorough your hair. “I love ya so much (Y/N).”
“Love you too Daryl,” you say as you close your eyes and go back to sleep.
I saw your reblog of the post about how horrible people are being to Harry and about that line in kiwi and I just want to vent because I want to know if it ever occurred to those people that more than one person wrote kiwi therefore all of the lines in kiwi are not all written by Harry so maybe he didn't write that line and I highly doubt Harry is someone to know the urban dictionary meaning of what he sings! It's just a line in a song that started off as a joke that people are meant to enjoy!
Exactly! I agree. Even in the BTA documentary, you could see Mitch and all the producers standing around as he sang bits and pieces to Kiwi. The lyrics are probably a collective; do people think Jeff Bhasker, a huge and incredible producer, would allow Harry to write about getting naughty with an underage girl? Because, if people do, they need to take a step back and rethink everything.
Urban Dictionary is probably something he’s never heard of in his life; he probably just knows of some words because his mates have used them or because he’s seen definitions on social media or something. It can’t be that huge because I’ve only just found out about it and I’m pretty much all over social media. The site is completely unreliable and it’s so horrible to see his “fans”/”stans” call him a paedophile and consider him as a creep because of one unreliable definition of one phrase he used in a song that’s pretty much a huge joke and one of the first he ever wrote for the album - Hard Candy is a drink. He’s literally talking about a girl spilling the drink over his feet. There’s no need for any in depth research, down into the deepest and darkest internet spaces, to be made in regards to finding out just what the song is about. That’s that.
Accusing someone of being a paedophile is pretty wrong. And I don’t know how you could ever consider yourself as a fan of Harry if you think he would write about something as disgusting as that.
People really think that low of Harry? The man who pretty much is the most respectable human being we’ve ever known about? The man who probably couldn’t ever hurt a fly? The man who loves every single person? The man who thinks every single person deserves equality in this world? People really think he’d go for a girl below the legal age? People really think that he, Harry Edward Styles, would write about paedophilia and being with an underage girl when he knows a lot of people are going to listen to his music?
Some of us in this fandom need to back away from analysing every single lyric or every single song that he put into his 10 songs on the album. Enjoy the music. That’s why he put it out for us. He puts his art out for us to enjoy and to listen to and for us to relate to in our own ways. He didn’t put his art out for us to go all FBI/detective-like and go into in-depth research about his past flings and girls he’s hooked up with… It’s stupid and makes people seem invasive. It’s none of our business. xx
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The one who's always down for an adventure. Knows how to separate work and play. Fiesty and needs to keep some independence in the relationship.
The one who prefers a movie night at home. Super cuddlers who just wanna love you. Sensual, loves the feeling of skin on skin, the sweet aroma of baked goods and the sound of your heart beating when they rest on your chest.
The one who knows it all. They frustrate you with their endless debating but in the end, never fail to amaze you with how much knowledge they hold. They love an intellectual challenge and need to be kept on their toes. Lose the intellectual stimulation and lose them too.
The one who sticks with you. Theyre there for better or for worse, if you promise them the same. If they're low on food or sleep, expect the crab to show it's claws. They love intimacy with a little spark and a lot of passion. They need lots of love and attention but you're promised the same in return.
The one who shows you off. They never fail to post your pictures and aren't ashamed to have you on their arm. They need their ego tended to because despite their attempts at hiding it, they're incredibly insecure. They're high maintenance and need loads of attention without being smothered. They show love through gifts and compliments and expect the same.
The one whos introspective yet assuring. They're often over critical and anxious but theyre always willing to help you in a crisis. They're incredibly dependable and secure without being clingy. You don't need to question if they love you, because you already know.
The one who can't make up their mind. They can't seem to pick, whether it's a partner or a place to eat or a new phone, the Libra finds a way to get caught between the choices. They fall in love quickly and often fall out of love at the same pace until they find someone who they truly care for. They're very loving and you can rely on them for a confidence boost.
The one full of raw passion. While a Scorpio may seem harsh and distant at first, you recognize there's a depth and complexity to them nobody can every truly put together. There's always a piece of themselves hidden and it keeps the mystery alive. A high sex drive and lots of passion accompany this sign.
The one who's always changing. They're adaptive and have fluctuating attitudes and personality traits. They stand by their beliefs but are incredibly open minded. They'll always listen to what you have to say and take your experiences and opinions into account. This sign has an inner free spirit who needs to be nurtured.
The one who plays dirty. They work hard but play harder. They hold a harsh type of romance and aren't very clingy. While they may seem detached in romantic aspects, they never fail to show their passions in the bedroom. They surround themselves with luxury and prefer comfortable and expensive living.
The one who thinks for themselves. They have strong views that are normally unwavered. They want what's best for humanity and the world, they need a partner who acknowledges this side of them. They seem disconnected but always find a way to still show they love you. They like thinking up new, original date ideas and ways to show you how much they truly care.
The one who needs you. They love the idea of love. They're escapists at heart and often use sex or other pleasures to mute reality. They become attached easily and once they love you, they're willing to stay through anything. These are the types of lovers who need constant reassurance. They need to know they're needed and wanted and loved. If you show them that, they'll give you the world.
After you broke my heart into a million pieces, they told me I needed to go out and get drunk. So I began to drink to forget your name and the memories you left burning in the back of my mind. As I got deeper and deeper into the bottle, I started to forget where I was. I forgot what I was doing, and I even forgot how to speak. I started seeing things too. Colors mostly. I saw a lot of blue, like the shade of your eyes. And there you were in my head. I couldn’t forget you. I guess that’s what love really is. I know I deserve better but it’s a matter of wanting it, and I don’t want better. I want you. I think I’ll always want you.
It took me days to get time together to read this whole thing, but I have finally done it.
This is it. This is the one article you need to read to understand just what is going on in Britain, America, and Russia.
This is the one piece of writing you need and can use to reference the very chilling reality that these countries have been tied together in the machinations of just a few billionaires, and how Facebook and Google tie in insidiouslyi.
I keep telling y’all to stop fucking with facebook but that’s moot now. It’s so much bigger than this.
“Was that really what you called it, I ask him. Psychological warfare? “Totally. That’s what it is. Psyops. Psychological operations – the same methods the military use to effect mass sentiment change. It’s what they mean by winning ‘hearts and minds’. We were just doing it to win elections in the kind of developing countries that don’t have many rules.”Why would anyone want to intern with a psychological warfare firm, I ask him. And he looks at me like I am mad. “It was like working for MI6. Only it’s MI6 for hire. It was very posh, very English, run by an old Etonian and you got to do some really cool things. Fly all over the world. You were working with the president of Kenya or Ghana or wherever. It’s not like election campaigns in the west. You got to do all sorts of crazy shit.”“
This is not just a story about social psychology and data analytics.
It has to be understood in terms of a military contractor using military strategies on a civilian population.
Us. David Miller, a professor of sociology at Bath University and an authority in psyops and propaganda, says it is “an extraordinary scandal that this should be anywhere near a democracy. It should be clear to voters where information is coming from, and if it’s not transparent or open where it’s coming from, it raises the question of whether we are actually living in a democracy or not.”
“And it was Facebook that made it possible. It was from Facebook that Cambridge Analytica obtained its vast dataset in the first place. Earlier, psychologists at Cambridge University harvested Facebook data (legally) for research purposes and published pioneering peer-reviewed work about determining personality traits, political partisanship, sexuality and much more from people’s Facebook “likes”. And SCL/Cambridge Analytica contracted a scientist at the university, Dr Aleksandr Kogan, to harvest new Facebook data. And he did so by paying people to take a personality quiz which also allowed not just their own Facebook profiles to be harvested, but also those of their friends – a process then allowed by the social network.”
Read this. Read the entire thing. It will take you a while and it’s a lot to digest but you need to know.
@sunderlorn we’re finally completely united in propaganda, isn’t that nice!?
Work in progress of the next piece in my glass instruments series :) Hopefully I’ll be able to finish this by Fanime (I’ll be in the artist alley at table 912)
And thank you all for the great feedback about the t shirt. I will take everyone’s suggestions into consideration and see what changes needs to be made. I have about 5 other shirt designs and I’ll post them all once I have them more finalized :D
Experiences can leave us with some painful memories. They tie us to the past and prevent us moving on. And the only way to freedom is to work on letting go – so these memories don’t haunt us or keep us trapped in pain. Below are some guidelines to help you work on this.
1. Before you can let go, you must face whatever happened and accept that it is part of your past experiences. Suppression doesn’t work as a long-term solution. It can only be a band aid that brings temporary relief. Talk to someone you trust, or write about it in your journal. You need to share what happened, in order to move on.
2. Identify the lessons you have learned from what has happened. There’s always a lesson – so look for what you’ve learned. It doesn’t make it better – but it does lessen its power.
3. Write the lesson down on a piece of paper and repeat it to yourself when you’re hit by old, painful memories. For example, if you’ve been scarred by abuse, then you might write something like: “My experience of abuse does not determine who I am. I’m a stronger person now, and that is not my destiny. I’m choosing my own future, and the person I will be.”
4. Repeat this mantra often so it takes root in your mind. Allow it to be stronger than the bad experience. Say it often, till you mean it, then you’ll start to feel you’re freer. Persevere and keep on fighting when those old memories return.
5. Seek to be a person who’s at peace with themselves. When peace is your focus, old thoughts and memories have much less power over how you think and feel. However, seeking after peace must be a conscious, constant choice.
6. When the past tries to intrude, focus firmly on the present. Ground yourself in what’s happening around you in the room, and try to breathe deeply - and deliberately relax. You are here in this moment; you’re not living in the past.
7. Forgive – for your own sake. Try to heal from what happened – then let resentments go. You don’t want them in your life for they’ll just tie you to the past. It’s not an ease process; it takes work and discipline. But it is worth the daily struggle - as one day you’ll be free.
A couple of days ago one of my cats got outside and was hit by a car, she’s stable but most likely has a long long way to go… i honestly hate to do this but, with all the meds, tests, samples to send to the lab, special food because she can’t even chew rn and the fact she has to stay at the hospital for days if not weeks, vet bills are piling up incredibly fast, not to mention she’ll probably get surgery later and who knows how much that’ll be… so… i need help and here i am.
i’ll draw virtually anything (if you want something but aren’t sure if i can do it, please feel free to ask) and i don’t mind if all you have to spare is $1, you can pay what you want, i just really want my cat healthy, happy and back home as soon as possible.
The only conditions for this are: i’ll just draw single character pieces (i may do 2 characters if they’re not full-body, but please ask), and they are just for personal use.
Payment would be to my paypal account, it is: email@example.com and i would need you to pay before i start working (sorry, but i just don’t want someone to back off and go away once i already finished a piece)
If you have at least a little bit to spare please consider, and if you can’t, that’s fine too, but please help me spread this