for what though? i’ve made a tutorial on how to make gifs, i might update it in the future but gif making is really simple, there’s really not much to learn. once you get familiar with sharpening correctly, timing correctly and learning to colour in a way that doesn’t attract a lot of grain, you can’t really do much else, all of which just require experience and nothing more. i’m fine with giving tips etc but even if i wanted to make a tutorial on something, there really wouldn’t be much or anything really relevant that i’d be teaching.
Given that I think “My Immortal” is a troll (with the reason generally being that author Tara references both Marty McFly and TOM BOMBADIL), I just reread it and I’m astounded by the effort put into it.
The spelling and grammar gets steadily worse over the course of the story, messing up simple words and even the main character’s name (variations on Ebony include Enoby, Enony, Eboby, and my favorite Enopby). The author gives frequent shoutouts in the A/N at the beginning of each chapter to someone called Raven, who she considers a friend and apparently functions as a beta. In chapter 16, Tara severs ties with Raven, expels/murders Raven’s character Willow, and changes Ebony’s full name to Ebony Dark’ness Dementia TARA Way. It’s suggested that they fought because Tara stole Raven’s poster of Gerard Way. By chapter 17, they appear to have made up and Willow is brought back with no further explanation.
The plot, of course, is just insane, but the story was obviously being read; Tara begins each chapter furiously ranting about “flamerz” leaving bad reviews, terribly misspelled. At one point, Ebony was referred to as a Mary Sue and she immediately tried to shut that down, citing “Satanism” and “depression” as flaws. She held each new chapter hostage, demanding a certain number (usually 5) good reviews before she would update. Assuming the spelling and grammar mistakes were intentional, the natural progression of them getting worse and worse is incredible. The difference between Tara’s A/Ns and Raven’s edited text is also astounding, although chapter 16, during their supposed rift, is not noticeably more poorly written than the chapters immediately preceding and following it.
The misspellings of character names and general slipups get worse and worse to the point that once, “Enopby” is referred to as “Tara”, and at another point, “TaEnby”, further to emphasize that Ebony is, in fact, the most obvious self insert in the history of literature. The reference to Marty McFly (he appears at the end of chapter 35 to spirit Ebony into the future) confounds me; Tara does not seem like she’d been aware of pop culture enough to have seen “Back to the Future”, given that she describes “The Nightmare Before Christmas” as this serious, depressing, Adult movie. She’s young enough to consider “he put his thingy into my tool” an accurate description of sex. Further, she references Tom Bombadil, a character in “Lord of the Rings” who I believe just shows up and sings for a while and is strongly implied to be God and then disappears, not really relevant to anything. He’s not even in the movies. Would Tara Gilesbie have read “Lord of the Rings” when she admits she’s never read the Harry Potter books?
Read through that lens (that this was an elaborate hoax), can you believe the rest of it was so organically terrible? Even now, 10+ years after the fact, no one can agree on whether this story is a troll, and until anyone finds out who Tara Gilesbie really is, it’s going to be impossible to know for sure. This is just crazy to me.
“It’s such an emotional moment. She finally made it to Castle Black. And there’s this look where they’re just studying each other’s faces, with no expression. Then there’s this long embrace. It’s just awesome.” ~ Sophie Turner.
Have you popped into the Black artists on Tumblr tag yet? It’s an endless scroll of GIFs, photography, paintings, illustrations, and more, more, more. Here’s a small collection of Tumblrs you can follow to get you started:
Liam Salt dabbles in seemingly all things visual art: painting, digital, photography, illustration. He does it all well, but It’s his GIFed up self-portraits that we wanted to showcase. Those are some finely tuned, well-thought-out scribbles up there.
Into this stuff? Want more of it? Right over here.
Screen grabs and quotes from the documentary “My Transgender Summer Camp” feat. sexist parents who transed their two-year-old because he liked glitter. I guess if I’d been born ten years after my actual birthday, my “I hate pink” phase would have meant I would grow up to be a trans man.
Also note the phrasing at the end: “At the age of three, Ryan’s parents –”. Sounds about right, because turning your effeminate son into a girl seems like a decision only a three-year-old would make.
Oh, and, no, I didn’t leave out anything relevant they said. They literally went straight from “He liked pink and sparkles and that was strange” to “We started researching transgenderism.”
Don’t get me wrong, I love JKR and love everything canon, however, Slytherin’s in the books are (rather terribly) always described as evil, ugly, stupid or all of the above with the exception of Draco Malfoy. Canonically, Millicent Bulstrode is described as ogre-like, Pansy on more than one occasion is described as a dog and she has no relevance to anything other than being a bitch. Crabbe and Goyle are described as stupid and negatively associated with being overweight (not that that is a bad thing in some situations). Marcus Flint, held back for being stupid, is a manipulative cheater with bad teeth. Blaise Zabini’s only character depth is that although he is attractive and presumably very smart, his mum is a whore so he must be evil.
People get mad when people assume Slytherin’s are bad… and that is all the fault of the author of the Harry Potter series herself, whether intentional or coincidental.
As a fandom who are still so active after so many years, we have built a beautiful fanon world where anything and anyone is up to our own personal, colourful interpretation.
Thanks to us, Pansy Parkinson may be a typical mean girl because she has insecurities about hiding her lesbian relationship or she may be a kickass feminist. Marcus Flint may have a crippling crush on Oliver Wood and he may be a muggle who was adopted by purebloods. Millicent Bulstrode is now no longer an ogre but a beautiful girl with a soft stomach and round face and contagious smile. Even Draco Malfoy has been developed by us, the readers, in such a way that we sometimes even cry at the things that he’s been through WHEN HE HASN’T EVEN CANONICALLY BEEN THROUGH THEM.
Imagine the common room full of cold, frowning, ugly people. Then imagine the common room full of these eclectic, cunning and determined characters. Imagine which common room you would rather be in.
That’s why I will always support any headcanon you throw my way, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, major character, minor character, real ship, fake ship, golden trio era, marauder era, next generation; anything, because fanon just makes things 100 times better.
I am so tired of these Deep White Women using big words to dull Beyonce’s shine while paying the false coin of being introspective on behalf of all women.
In doing so, she has created a new paradigm for what it means to be a pregnant woman in the public eye — one in which the very act of conceiving and carrying a child (or two children; she is having twins) becomes de facto proof of the power of femininity, doled out in carefully controlled and stage-managed moments. The message is positive: Pregnant is beautiful. It should be worshiped.
The problem is, for many women it is also messy, sometimes uncomfortable and just another fact of life. And in her extended fetishization of her own physical evolution, Beyoncé has not allowed for any of that. As a result, she hasn’t just raised the bar for fellow famous people. She may have raised it uncomfortably high for us all.
How is anything Beyonce does remotely relevant to your average, everyday, pedestrian existence? She is Beyonce. Everything she does, she probably does it better than you. Why? An innate talent coupled with an unparalleled work ethic that leads to way more money than you can ever imagine which can pretty much buy her way out of having to deal with normal people shit.
Was Beyonce raising the bar for secrecy when she released a whole ass album with six hundred forty-three videos under the cover of darkness? No. You just kept on with your average person ability to tell a lie.
Was Beyonce raising the bar for career achievement when she broke the record for the most number of Grammy nominations by a female artist? No. You continued to hope for a promotion from bra-fitter to Victoria’s Secret Cashwrap Supervisor and drowned your average person sorrows at happy hour in the meantime.
Was Beyonce raising the bar for marital discord when her sister went all Sharkeisha Nooooo on her husband in an elevator? No. You just left another passive aggressive note on the refrigerator about being out of milk and hoped your average person husband would pick up on the subtext and get his act together.
Was Beyonce raising the bar for upper thigh meat when she decided to stop wearing pants on stage in 2009? No. You are still spending your average person moneys on women’s fitness magazines featuring rail thin white women.
How is Beyonce now raising the bar for pregnancy because she is fat-faced, happy, and draped in expensive fashions? You can still continue your average person pregnancy eating pickles & ice cream in your husband’s XL t-shirt watching reruns of Sex & The City because guess what – you are not Beyonce.
Nobody is watching your every move. Nobody cares what you do. Laugh too hard in the checkout line at Kroger and slip out a little pregnancy pee. Wear mis-matched shoes because you haven’t seen your feet in 6 weeks. Wear a ponytail with a damn scrunchie every single day of your third trimester because you can’t be arsed to fuss with your hair. Nobody gives a shit. You are not Beyonce.
Beyonce’s job is to be more glamorous than you regardless of her life stage. If Beyonce broke every bone in her leg, guess what. She would be on Instagram with the mother of all casts, some model only previously available to astronauts or some shit, and the Beyhive would find a new emoji to represent her high fashion medical device.
Don’t compare yourself to any other pregnant woman. Do you know how many variables there are in a pregnancy? It’s a wonder any of us escape the uterus alive with all the things that can complicate gestation. But it’s especially ridiculous to compare yourself to Beyonce for any reason whatsoever. You are taking a woman who has built a fortune on one part talent, one part mystique, and one part glamour and expecting her to, what, look regular? Give you the personal details of her morning sickness? Do you also want her to write her next hit about pooping on the delivery table? Show you her afterbirth diaper? She ain’t Karen from accounting. This is BEYONCE and y'all need to find something else to be concerned about.
So you’re ready to assume some responsibility and apply for your first job (or your fifth job or your fiftieth job) and you want some tips on writing a good resume, huh? Well, are you are in luck because 1) I’ve edited and proofed so many resumes I could probably write one for each of my friends without their input and 2) I’ve actually taken some classes on this shit. So, basing this primarily on comments I’ve made while correcting someone else’s resume (and while looking at my own for reference), here are my tips on writing a resume.
This might not be 100% relevant to anything but I just noticed that both Lefou and Stanley were reaching their hands towards one another after Stanley walked closer to Lefou after Maurice went to hit Gaston. (veeeeeeeery slightly but you can definitely see them slowly move towards eachother)
People who reference lesbian bar scenes as though they’re dead and don’t still form critical parts of many lesbians’ life experiences thinking they have anything of relevance to say on butch/femme are truly wild. Even worse, half those people reference the death of bar scenes as some awesome thing as though it hasn’t almost entirely been because of gentrification/lesbians not having the money to maintain our own spaces and the systematic writing out of lesbians from acceptable orientations in self-named queer spaces, and as if the services those scenes provided and still provide (a way to meet people who will house you if your parents kick you out, a social support network of people like you, a place to just not feel bad about being a dyke) aren’t still desperately needed. That isn’t to say there isn’t very real trauma associated with them, as though it isn’t also connected to the absolutely outrageous rate of alcohol abuse/alcoholism among lesbians, etc (though it’s not a casual relationship) but clapping at lesbian communities being dispersed via gentrification is so wild.