saw it on twitter i had to

anonymous asked:

So before I saw on Louise Brealey's official twitter she had responded to someone mentioning what Steven said about Molly 'getting over it and shagging someone' and Loo just said: "She didn't." :o But now the post is gone so I'm wondering did anyone else see it?? Was I dreaming?!?? Knew I should've screen-capped!

No, I didn’t see it but I haven’t scrolled down my dash yet today and if I do I’ll likely reblog it. It’s exactly the sort of thing she’d do though, lovely lady that she is!

What if Sherlock Holmes had a sister? is so far from “television history” that everyone in the Twitter roleplay community I was active in around 2013 had strong opinions about whether they’d play with Holmes sibling OCs. And of the many Holmes sibling OCs I saw, none of them had such a ridiculous, nonsensical story or outrageous role in the life of the protagonist. That was just. Pure, unfettered nonsense.

“Write novels.”

I have a friend who’s a journalist. She’s ridiculously awesome and I really want to name her because everyone should know just how awesome she is, but this isn’t a time where it feels wise to reveal the political thoughts expressed by a journalist in private, at least not without her permission.

The day before I saw her last week, I’d locked myself out of Facebook and Twitter. I’d been forced to realise the psychological harm they were doing me outweighed any political good my frantic clicktivism could possibly be accomplishing. My brother had called, on my sister-in-law’s instructions. “R. says you’re tweeting and facebooking constantly about politics,” he said. “She said ‘call your sister, I don’t think she’s doing well.’”  

“I’m okay, probably,” I’d told him.

“I don’t think you are,” he said. 

I felt a little better, though not by much, by the time I met my friend for lunch. She was shaken, she said. Democracy was falling apart. I muttered weakly that perhaps it wasn’t quite that bad. She said she’d rather act now than hope for the best.

I agreed. But act how?

She said she was getting onto the board of various charities. She was writing about the best way to report on extremism, avoiding the terrible false equivalencies of the “he said/she said” approach which has blighted our discourse with such ghastly effect.

I said I was supporting the Stop Funding Hate campaign. Giving to Planned Parenthood and ACLU over there, refugee charities over here. Writing letters. Trying to think of useful ways to get involved in local politics.

“You know what you should do,” she said.

No, I really didn’t.

“Write novels,” she said.

I told her that in the days after the election I felt as if art had been revealed as an empty joke. An indulgence we could no longer afford. As if I would never be able to justify doing it again. What we were even going to write now? Flimsy, tinselly distractions from ghastly reality? Or sharp-eyed, unflinching commentary that no one except the already-convinced would ever read? What was the point of art?

No, no!” she said. “Art is what will save us.”

“But it hasn’t,” I wanted to scream. We tried and tried. We’ve filled the world with our stories, our songs – we’ve tried so hard to make our stories better - with diverse casts and empathy and hope – and it’s not enough; no one’s saying it was perfect, or that the attempt was anywhere close to  finished. But we were trying. And now look. 

It is so important, she told me, that there is art already made and due to come out in the coming year that embodies the opposite of this. Diverse, progressive stories, that are not going to go untold whatever happens.

I’d had in my mind two quotes. Peter Cook, on Germany’s satirical clubs of the thirties “that did so much to prevent the rise of Hitler.” 

And Kurt Vonnegut:

During the Vietnam War, which lasted longer than any war we’ve ever been in - and which we lost - every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high.“

But if they hadn’t been there? I thought, looking at my friend. Who was fierce and bright-eyed and smiling. Those useless satirists and artists and musicians pouring their spirits into their art and watching it land on the floor of history like that dropped custard pie?  What if there was nothing to look back on in those times but a culture in militaristic  lockstep, or perhaps worse, slumped in dead-eyed indifference?  After those years-long nightmares, what would there have been to wake up to? Maybe it was absurd to find the thought more chilling than the reality of what had happened, to feel that it would have been an international death of the soul,  but .. still …

If artists couldn’t prevent disaster, could they at least preserve something precious from being lost while it endured? If they hadn’t stopped a single war, had they at least kept the rot from penetrating the human culture unchallenged? 

It’s not enough. It’s not enough.

“Write novels,” said my friend stubbornly. “Write novels.”

[YOI] Random staff twitter conversation

I was asked to translate an amusing Twitter conversation that happened earlier so here it is!

Tweet by Takashi Shiina (author of Zettai Karen Children etc, he likes YOI), actually this is from October 29th, not sure why the staff spotted it now.

https://twitter.com/Takashi_Shiina/status/792372195989204992

“For some reason, I had the impression that I saw a certain image when I watched the anime for the first time, but even re-watching it I couldn’t find it, so I’m drawing a rough sketch of it. Please someone finish it for me.”

Reply by Noriko Itou (animation director for YOI):

https://twitter.com/nrkito/status/808322533170610177

“I tried drawing it, but no matter how many times I look at it there’s no scene like this…”

Mitsurou Kubo intervenes (not linking the tweet because it’s just text):
“Princess carry… It’s curious, because I have the feeling it already happened but indeed we’ve never drawn something like that… Why…?”

Itou:
“We must have missed something… They should just go ahead and skate on the rink like that…”

Additional note:
On her Twitter, Kubo later commented that in figure skating there are actually level 4 (=high score) princess carry and other techniques involving lifts. (I interpret this comment as her way of saying that talking about princess carry on an ice rink is not necessarily off topic because there are indeed techniques like that in pair skating and ice dance, lol)

They’re just so amusing and so random, lol… But I agree with the person who wrote in the comments: “I’m sure you’re just saving it for season 2, aren’t you?”. 

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(image credit to Dan Hoare on twitter)

I ONLY JUST LEARNED ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF THIS MUSHROOM????? WHICH ERUPTS FROM AN EGG BEFORE UNCURLING HELLISH ARMS, EXPOSING ITS STICKY MASS OF SPORES TO BE SPREAD BY FLIES ATTRACTED BY THE SCENT OF ROTTING FLESH???

Admittedly, I am easily won over by all organisms that attract flies with the scent of rotting flesh. But the octopus stinkhorn (Clathrus archeri) also has tentacles, a freaky egg stage, and blackish goop, so it’s my favorite now.

So I saw this post on my dashboard:

(SOURCE: x)

And immediately thought of this:

Yep. A text conversation between Yuuri and Viktor.

(NOTE: Please be gentle with me T^T I have not drawn anything (especially anime-related) since elementary school/early high school. 
I was just so inspired to make trash post, per usual. Also, I was taking a break from studying so pls bear with me, I only used the pens and other utensils I had at my workspace :}
-BONUS: Yurio is the one that tweeted the conversation screenshot lol
-EXTRA BONUS: Notice the times in the conversation? Yeah, I changed it to represent the airing date of the first YOI episode (October 5), and the last (December 21). Bc I’m a trashy nerd h e l p 
-EXTRA EXTRA BONUS: Yes that is Yakov in the back that I drew last minute in pencil, veins & eyes poppin’

STOP, WAIT A MINUTE...

FIDEL CASTRO NEVER had to face what he did to his people, he died a rich man while people in cuba ate rice and black beans, while women had to prostitute themselves to make a living, he killed those who opposed him, arrested them, tortured them.

People had to leave the country in inhuman ways, risking their lives at the sea, knowing that as long as this person lived they wouldn’t be able to see their relatives, people left Cuba and never saw their relatives again; he lived 90 years, 52 in power, only to step away beacuse of health problems to give his brother the reigns of the country, call that nepotism.

As I write this, people in Cuba sleep, they have no capacity to be connected like I’m am, like you are: No twitter, no cellphones, no WiFi, no cable tv… Cuba, for the most part, doesn’t know what’s going on.

This man was no saint, let’s not allow media, political parties or personal believes re-write history and make him something he wasn’t. Revolutions can be bad, hell is paved with good intentions, power makes people sick if they stay long enough, the good things he did, I’m no one to deny them but make no mistake: Fidel castro was was a dictator and he died as such.

anonymous asked:

twitter com /louelleua/status/820918520208912384

I just saw that and I’m assuming it’s Max since Danielle was tagged. So Danielle went out
With friends yesterday and had to get a dog sitter for when she was out, but a dog sitter for just one dog. Hahahahaha, come on go ahead and give us the official confirmation of the breakup we know it’s coming just do the thing.