for folk sake

  • Ciel: I've never been in a snowball fight.
  • Lizzie: Really?
  • Ciel: I don't even know the rules. Is there like a points system, or is it to the death?
Not pro-cap or anti-cap: I’m pro-animal.

After the Kalia post, it’s understandable this blog is getting questions about if I’m pro- or anti-cap. The tendency seems to be to assume that I’m pro- cetacean captivity because I won’t actively condemn SeaWorld, won’t stand for the accusations against trainers, and because I hold that cetaceans can exhibit normal behaviors in captive environments. I don’t ascribe myself as agreeing with either ideology - as most long-time readers of the blog know by now I prioritize what is most important for the animals involved, and neither side of the pro-/anti- captivity debate does that. I am pro-animal, and that is what is truly important and where my ethos about husbandry, research and education comes from. 

When you hear about SeaWorld or other institutions that house captive cetaceans (and for the moment, we’ll just focus on them), you only hear two things right now; you either hear that the parks are horrible and awful and inhumane and animal abuse and that the whales are crazy and suffering, or you hear a story about a romanticized paradise where whales bond lovingly with humans in a perfectly Disney way and have every need fulfilled perfectly. Neither of these viewpoints are true. 

More importantly, neither of those viewpoints are useful. What do I want to see, as a pro-animal person? I want everybody to stop yelling, shut up, sit down, and I want actual, unbiased research. I want studies of captive whale time budgets, enrichment usage, and stereotypy behaviors. I want time- and technology-intensive studies of wild whale populations so we can have real data on the true behavioral needs of their captive peers. I want a cost-benefit analysis of possible improvements to habitats compared with their benefits to the most deficient areas of behavioral repertoires. I want studies of actual cetacean well-being and mental health, which means finding an equally scientific metric for establishing a baseline for comparison with wild populations. 

I want fucking science. I want as much research and study and collaboration across disciplines and viewpoints so we can figure out what the goddamn whales actually need and what they don’t. And you know what? When we keep fighting ourselves and mis-representing data and twisting people’s words, we don’t make that happen. SeaWorld has had to completely stop communicating about their internal operations due to attacks from the animal rights movements. They’ve been doing research as required by the AZA for decades, but now that information is highly guarded because nobody knows who they can trust. There’s no way they can admit any failing they’re aware of, even if the intent is to figure out how to do better because the news cycles are going to pull it out of proportion the moment they’re forthright about it and turn it into more hate rather than recognizing it for the progress it indicates. That. Is. Stupid. And. Ineffective. 

The two sides of the captivity debate are putting human catharsis before the actual welfare of the animals they purport to be advocating for. So for fuck’s sake, folk, if you’re really pro-animal and not pro-ego, listen to the people who know what they’re talking about and support collaboration instead of infighting. 

I’m pro-animal, are you?

Things to Consider When Worldbuilding

Also known as ‘Things to Consider in General with Slugterra’; while they hit with some points, they fail to note other crucial things.
Like.
A LOOOOOOT of crucial things.

While this is not the most complete list in the world and it’s kind of dumbed down in terminologies for the sake of folk of all ages being able to understand it, it’s still something to get you started! 

Consider it a writing tool in general, if you like, and don’t be afraid to add to it! The more, the merrier!


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          achilles was split between punching a hole through the wall and breaking down in tears. why the hell did they think it was a good idea to call home   (   if you could even call the place that   ). every second sunday of june,  something always compelled them to call. and it always happened the same way. mom tell them that they were a disgrace and that they’d better hang up if they knew what was good for them. this time,  however,  felt a hundred times worse. their dad picked up. hearing his voice in their good ear sent a million lighting strikes down their spine. eyes closed,  they’d listened to him scream though the device. achi didn’t even actually hear him,  too shocked to do anything at all. it took them approximately 3 minutes after their dad had hung up to drop the phone from their ear.

          and as if their day couldn’t get any worse,  their car didn’t start when they were trying to leave the studio. probably their fault for buying a shitty,  old car. it wasn’t like it was a problem though;  they didn’t spend five years of their life working underneath automobiles to put themselves through school. it was just frustrating. so now,  here achilles was,  under the car,  messing with its insides. without thought, achi rubbed their cheek , leaving a patch of grease there. they heard a few steps nearby before they came to a stop. they stilled and straightened their back from its previously hunched over position to look at the person.     hey,  uh,  if you ain’t doin’ much,  ya might as well get me some wet wipes. i’ve got some in the glove compartment. the passenger side’s door should be open.     they didn’t put any effort in covering their virginian accent in the condition they were in emotionally as they usually would.

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“-You’ve ruined my kid’s life!
-What, no hello kiss?
-I meant it! I remember the first time I heard your name. Michael said “There’s this new boy in school, Brian Kinney.” For weeks that’s all he could talk about: “Brian Kinney this, and Brian Kinney that .” Next thing, you’re cutting classes. And then I come home from work one day and I find the two of you, and it was when I knew you were trouble. And you haven’t disappointed me a day since then.
-Well, at least, you can’t accuse me of being inconsistent.
-Consistent heartbreak.
-Come on Deb, you know I’ve looked after Mikey.
-I’ve never said that you weren’t there for him. You’ve been there too much. Always giving him just those extra little tidbits of your affection, uh? To make him believe that maybe someday you’d be his.
-Well, who knows? Maybe we’ll end up a couple of old queens in Palm Springs. 
-Only what’s he supposed to do until then? He had a chance with David, but you had to fuck it up.
-He wasn’t having any fun.
-He’s had enough fun. You’ve all had enough fun. It’s time for him to be a man.
-And what do you want me to do about that?
-Well, I don’t know. Something. You owe my kid something.
-Okay. You win. I’ll do something. [Pause] It’s Mikey’s 30th birthday. He should have a party he never forgets.”

After sharing my talk I was approached by someone who wanted to share with me Germaine Greer’s view on trans women, which I’d heard before.

Greer, a prominent radical feminist, devoted an entire chapter in one of her books toward her perceived falsehood of trans women, citing that “no (trans woman*) has ever begged for a uterus-and-ovaries transplant; if uterus-and-ovaries transplants were made mandatory for (trans women*) they would disappear overnight.”

(*edited for defamatory language.)

This was relevant because I’d shared a story about a friend of mine who had suffered anguish due to the fact that she did not have a uterus or ovaries; a fact she does not share very openly, but a fact that blows Ms Greer’s criticism out of the water.

Putting aside for the moment the fallacy that a woman must desire a uterus to have a claim to womanhood…

Putting aside for a moment that yes, trans women throughout history have died in attempts to have uterine transplants…

There are countless trans women who’ve put aside the dream of having a uterus for reasons of practicality, maybe long enough ago that they’ve forgotten and compartmentalized. Even if uterine transplants were available tomorrow, how many of us could afford them, or be approved for them? How long until we find a prospective donor?

None of that would matter, as we are asked to continue suffering in our desire so that we might be recognized. Many of us do, but still it is not enough.

It all leads back to the idea that suffering is a form of currency, and that those who hold the tower of privilege have an asking price in exchange for recognition. In this case, it’s a cis woman saying that a trans woman must suffer like she has suffered, and worse, to be seen as true, even if it’s a ransom she never intends to honour.

We move forward, and the price is made higher and higher. Recognition from our harshest critics is revealed to be a mirage, and whatever satisfaction we may have received by trying to sate them is embittered long before we get there.

No amount of suffering is enough, and it becomes suffering for suffering’s sake.

This, folks, is why we do not pander to TERFs. History has seen them try to define the boundaries of womanhood for us, and then they move the line when we’ve tried to meet them there.

I took a nap and just woke myself up laughing.

I had a dream that some kid–a little blonde kid who was probably around three years old–invited everyone in my neighborhood to his birthday party. Somehow, Erik got wind of this and realized he wasn’t invited. He was supremely irritated. Obviously, the kid’s parents didn’t want him there because, um, he is large and creepy and angry. But for whatever reason, Erik was extremely upset that he didn’t get an invitation.

Things were slow at the opera house, apparently.

So one day he went to the park, dressed in the cape, the tux, and the mask–the whole nine yards– where the kid was playing with his friends. He stopped short of the sandbox, where Little Blonde Kid was building something with his little shovel. Erik cleared his throat.

The kid looked up, saw Erik, and frowned. Props to him because most people would either run screaming from the scene or call the cops.

“Listen,” Erik said in a business-like tone, his hands clasped behind his back. “I know…I know I have not been invited.”

The kid just blinked. 

“This is surely a grievous mistake,” Erik continued, and bent down to the kid’s level, putting one hand on his knee and reaching into his waistcoat pocket with the other. “One that I shall take the liberty of correcting for you with this.”

He pulled out a card and presented it to Little Blonde Kid with an eager smile. The kid just stared at the card, then back up at Erik, unimpressed.

“It’s an invitation,” Erik said by way of explanation. “An invitation in which I have invited myself to your party.” He tapped the card smartly with one finger.

Little Blonde Kid shot Erik a look that clearly said, “Over my dead body, bucko.”

“Don’t you see?” Erik said insistently. “I have invited myself and saved you the trouble. You are welcome.”

And then I woke up laughing.

Which was great, but I still have so many questions. I want to know who this kid is who can snub a Gothic criminal mastermind like a boss and just continue playing in the sandbox. I want to know why the heck Erik is so dead-set on going to this kid’s party. Was it a Gatsby-level party? And if so, how was a three-year-old capable of throwing Gatsby-level parties? And where in the name of all that is holy was this kid’s mother? For Pete’s sake, folks, do not leave your children unattended because apparently they’re being hounded by Byronic anti-heroes desperate for balloon animals and cake.

WOw i finally made this!!

if you’re not on here pls dont get mad i love all of you very much

the baes are in bold 

#-A-B

2veils2hidemyface//
a-gay-little-folk-band//albertjrhammond//allthingsmumford//
alt-jeez//americann0mad//a-moon-rise-kingdom//
and-i-will-wait//arctic-sons//arniarnison//aroadfullofpromises//
as-the-winter-winds//
a-tune-for-the-journeymans-tale//awakemysoulharhar//
bagelbagel-lookatmenow//banjoroll//
banjo-roll-with-soul//banjosolo//bardy-mum//batmanglj//
battlebronnie// beardvevo//beardwane//
becausemumford//benjisgoat//benlovinett//blessednica//
bouncycastiel//break-my-step//
bury-my-heart-on-the-coals//buscemivevo//buscezra//
but-in-the-dark-i-have-no-name//but-notwith-haste

C-D-E

calebino//caught-the-mumfs//chaiinversailles//
consequence-of-her-liberty//
country-winnie-marshall//courtneywinston//
craygatsby//cry-babel-babel//daddyiwantasquirrel//
dans-weave//darlingimissthemountains//dlubes//
dontforcethisgirltostand//dontletyourheartgrowcold//dowgge//
early-pearly//eatenbyplague//emptyinthevalley//
enter-random-username-here//erbearrr//ezk0enig

F-G-H

folkalcoholic//folkinghipster//folk-revival//
for-folks-sake//forgottenfootsteps77//fretstring//
frogber//fuckeditallaway//fuckyeahdapperninja//fuckyeahroopanes//
fueledbyjava//gentlemanofthatoneroad//gentlemenofthehollandroad//
glass-around-your-heart//gloins//goats-that-we-knew//
god-beerandbanjos//h0lland-road//hannuhhunt//
har-like-a-mumford//harmumford//heal-myscars//
hold-me-farst//holdontowhatyoueat//hold-you-by-the-edges//
holland–road//hopeless-fox

I-J-K-L

iamtheonly-sons//icantickaway//icriedbabel//
i-do-play-drums//ifolkinlovemusic//ihearttbear//
ill-be-your-gold//ill-never-be-your-chosen-one//
ill-walk-slow//ilovemarcusmumford//imamagneticzero//
incep-tum//insaneteddwane//ishallnotsink//
istretchmyarmsintothesky//itmakesmewonder//
ivenowheretostand-nowheretohide//i-will-play-my-bloody-part//
i-will-share-your-road//i-wont-rot//jenc0449//
just-a-hopeless-wanderer//justanothergaybandkid//
justmarycatherine//justmumfording//justmumfordthings//kandykoenig//
keepmyheartsl0w//knowmyground//libdwane//lightagain//
littlelionapple//littlelionbro//little-lion-dan//
little-lion-girl//lovebanjo//loverof—thelight

M-N

m00kieblaylock//mainlymumsessed//mamamumford//
mandsdrwandothershit//marcmumford//
marcus-mumfordd//marcustedwinstonben//
marcus-winston-ben-ted//
mileskane-you-not//mmbah//momfordanddaughters//mooseeu//
morrisseydoesnt69//mum4dandsons//
mumfie-time//mumfoodandsons//
mumfordand-buns//mumfordandliz//mumfordandsonsaremylifee//
mumfordandsonsbrazil//mumfordandsonsworld//mumforddarling//
mumforddoingthings//mumfordelrey//mumfordlife//
mumford-monkeys//mumfordmuffin//
mumfords-and-winchesters//mumfordsdarling//mumfordslionheart//
mumfordspiglet//
mumford-wicks//mumistheword13//mumsaidnotothemaccabees//
myheartisfarce//mymarcusandi//
my–sanguine–eyes//my-soul-swooned//nerdilocation//nicole-cb//
no-cracks-in-my-heart//notmyfaultbutyours//notplayingthegame

O-P-R-S

officialbaio//oh-it-s-a-mirror//ohmumford//
optimistic-walrus//patientsmiles//peachellla//
piano-in-the-corner-of-the-room//pimpernel-and-partners//plantemoji//ppiano89//pseudenim//
ps-hit-me-with-music//ramblingwhale//restedandreadytobegin//
ritaamber//rollawayyourstoneforme//
sanguiine-eyes//sassfordandsons//si-ghnomore//
snow-for-leaves//soallmustbewell//softwinter-winds//
son-of-a-mumford//
sonsford-and-mum//sowhatimbatman//spookymumford//
strokesisbacon//subscribemenottodarkness

T

tedsbassface//teds-fucking-alive-isnt-he//thatonebanjoguy//
that-would-not-be-the-end//theamazingmumford//theavettbr0s//
thebanjolinblog//theconsequenceofmyliberty//thecurseofmyloverseyes//
thegirllisteningtomumford//
the-glassaroundyourheart//thehalfwrittenbook//
thelions-are-at-thedoor//theloudgirlbesideyou//
thepromiseofmumford//theseherearemydesires//
these-skies-im-under//the-sussex-wit//
this-aint-no-sham//thomasplaysbanjo//timmshel//
tomscowhen//turnerandkane

V-W-Y

vampirethursday//vivamumford//wait-for-now//
warm-winter-things//
well-share-my-all//welshalbino//whackfollolderah//
what-the-helders//whisperedkeys//whiteblankwinterwinds//
will-find-strength-in-pain//winstonandwaistcoats//
winston-is-my-babel//
winston-marshalls-banjo//winstonplaysdrumsatsoundcheck//
yeahzra//youllbehappyandwholesomeagain//youngerinmyhunger

anonymous asked:

Something I saw in my dash in light of the Ferguson thing. Anonymous has leaked the credit card information and phone numbers of some supposedly big KKK members. We do not fully know yet if these actually belong to members of the KKK. Anonymous has a record of doxxing the wrong people. Anyway, people are ENCOURAGING stealing these credit card numbers and phone numbers and BUYING THINGS WITH THEM! Basically, TUMBLR IS ENCOURAGING IDENTITY THEFT!!!! I don't care if these are KKK members (cont)

(cont) stuff, DO NOT STEAL SOMEONE’S IDENTITY! MAJORLY SO IF ANONYMOUS IS THE ONE LEAKING BECAUSE THEY HAVE DOXXED INNOCENT PEOPLE IN THE PAST AND RUINED THEIR LIVES!!! Even if it comes to light that these numbers DO belong to KKK members, DO NOT USE THEM! YOU ARE COMMITTING A CRIME FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!!!

Remember folks, Tumblr claims that bad things are bad, but it’s great when it happens to those they don’t agree with.

I do not agree with the KKK, they need to disband and get with the times and their heads out of their asses. However, that does not mean they should have their identity stolen.

And nonnie is right, Anonymous has leaked wrong information in the past, so it's possible this is wrong too. 

Megara

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The Circle Pad Pro is something we’ve brought up once or twice around here for the sake of folks who like using the C-stick in their Smash battles, and we’re definitely with you guys in that allowing support for the add-on would be really, really nice.

As for weather or not they’ll DO it….Well, we can’t see much reason for them to avoid it.  The CPP isn’t just some bootleg peripheral created by a third-party company, it’s being mass produced by Nintendo themselves.  Advertising for the Circle Pad Pro with Smash Bros would be a great idea on their part!

It would be really nice, but if all else fails you guy should know that the 3DS controls felt very smooth regardless. :)