I’ve been thinking a lot about how old I am in technology years lately so here’s a bit of reminiscing for you kids in the form of stuff you’ll thankfully never know the pain of
having to rewind cassette tapes. you want to hear your favourite song again? no just clicking <<. nope, you gotta manually rewind that shit and keep hitting play to see if you’re at the beginning again.
like listening to your own music in the car? back in my day we had to bring a bag full of CDs and swap them out in our portable CD players. if the car went over a bump, the CD would jump in the player and the music would skip. eventually the CDs would get wrecked. I killed so many CDs thanks to all the moving around I did as a kid.
stifling the dialup tone when your parents were in bed. want to sneak online? good luck. I had the modem squeezed between my legs, with two pillows pressed on top of it, and still. crrrrrRRRSSSHHHHHHHHHHH
fucking. homepage wars. hacking was a lot easier back in the day thanks to no one knowing shit about security and nerds like my generation quickly learning more than the web developers did. this resulted in carnage if you owned your own webpage. it was commonplace for different groups to have wars and constantly hack each other’s pages and deface them. you could trust no one. you leave for five seconds and suddenly your state of the art homepage and all its lit wordart graphics has been replaced with a plain text message insinuating something about your mother.
an entire room in your house was dedicated to the computer. it was called the computer room. it was filled with wires you were constantly tripping over, and thanks to the fact you were on a desktop, there was no battery life. you better get used to tripping over your power cord or rolling back in your chair and ripping it out of the wall, therefore instantly shutting off your computer, because it’s going to happen multiple times a week my guy.
“get off the internet, I need to use the phone” “how long will you be?” “only a couple of minutes” *two hours later*
I’m pretty sure it was messenger that had this, but basically if someone ignored your message for too long you could send them graphics that would hijack their entire browser and pop up on the screen. they were huge and would sometimes make the screen shake and I heard rumours that some of them could even make noise.
this is one that’s near and dear to me because I spent like 60% of my childhood in a car but handheld game consoles didn’t have built in lights. I remember playing Pokemon on my big purple GameBoy as it got dark, holding the screen closer and closer to my face, and eventually having to resort to quickly jamming the buttons when we passed under a streetlight. I remember when the GameBoy Advance SP came out with a built in back light and I lost my fucking mind.
*is two seconds away from finally downloading a picture online that’s been downloading for 15 minutes* *someone picks up the phone downstairs* *internet disconnects* *download fails* *why must you hurt me in this way*
writing everything you wanted to say online in the raw html code because it didn’t do it automatically. fine if you just wanted to make things bold or underlined, a lot more annoying when you wanted to add an image or bullet points or something. no such thing as a quick rant.
this is really long already so I’ll stop here but long story short it was a dark time and you all should grab every technological advancement you can with both hands and never let them go. for the sake of my childhood self, nose-to-screen with a GameBoy. do not let them go.
So yesterday I came home at 1 am and I had the sudden urge to practice Chibis :’D so I went to @pepper-mint‘s tumblr page and inhaled as much of her artstyle as possible to be able to draw cute drawings - and I’m surprised how well it worked out tbh.
I want from life is an episode freaky fucking friday style. I want sam and dean
running into some hex that makes them swap bodies. I want to see jared swagger
through the bunker playing dean. I want to see dean pollute sam’s body with
greasy burgers and booze. I want to see jensen play sam, all big eyed and
heartfelt one minute and sassy bitchface the next. I wanna see jared drive the
impala and flirt shamelessly with waitresses. I want jensen reading lore and
going “so get this” while jared downs the forth beer of the evening. I WANT A
DAMN BODY SWAP IT’S BEEN 12 SEASONS NOW IS THE TIME
So Jacob and queenie are cute. Really, they are! Love em, sincerely. But wouldn’t it be neat to break free of the not-conventionally-attractive-guy-lands-bombshell-girl trope for just a sec?
What about newt’s sidekick as a sweet, chubby, sorta bumbling and certainly golden hearted little brick house of a woman? Maybe, instead of a baker, let’s make her a shoemaker. Something worthy and productive to do with her hands that isn’t the drudgery of her job at the textile mill? Idk. Saved up her whole life to petition for a loan, hard working, probably navigating the politics of being a single bluecollar woman in her 30s at that time and doing great alone thankyouverymuch–
But then, see, Tina Goldstein has a brother.
and oh, man. This brother. A stunning younger brother with a head of golden curls, seraphim, so good looking that if woman-Jacob didn’t think she was dreaming before she knows beyond a doubt that she is now. He’s every inch a legilimense. You know the drill: gorgeous, floaty-breezy sweet-as-you-please, got Tina griping at him go put a shirt on when they get back to the apartment cause his bare chest is making their houseguests-cum-conspirators sweat under their collars. “You hungry, honey?” sweet and low, the brush of his one hand so grounding on the shoulder of this poor no-maj woman; the fact that his touch makes more sense than the last sweaty 24 hours put together should worry her but it doesn’t. He’s– he just– he’s lovely, and she has no idea why he’s leaning so close to her across the dinner table. He dabs his mouth with a napkin and her heart skips??? Doesn’t make sense.
“I’ve never met a no-maj like you before,” he says, eyes open, heart open, cradled in the fragrant-fresh steam of the strudel he whipped up right then and there, which also happens to be the best strudel she has ever fucking eaten and she’s a sensible woman but mercy Lewis
Stereotyped vs Nuanced Characters and Audience Perception
Writing with color receives many questions regarding the stereotypes Characters of Color and their story lines may possess.
There’s a difference between having a three-dimensional character with trait variance and flaws, versus one who walks the footsteps of a role people of their race/ethnicity are constantly put into. Let’s discuss this, as well as how sometimes, while there’s not much issue with the character, a biased audience will not allow the character to be dimensional.
But first: it’s crucial to consider the thinking behind your literary decisions.
When it comes to the roles and traits you assign your characters, it’s important to ask yourself why you made them the way they are. This is especially true for your marginalized characters.
So you need an intimidating, scary character. What does intimidating look like on first brainstorm? Is it a Black man, large in size or presence? (aka a Scary Black Man) A Latino with trouble with the law? If so, why?
Really dig, even as it gets uncomfortable. You’ll likely find you’re conditioned to think of certain people in certain roles on the spot.
It’s a vicious cycle; we see a group of people represented a certain way in media, and in our own works depict them in the way we know. Whether you consciously believe it’s the truest depiction of them all or not, we’re conditioned to select them for these roles again and again. Actors of Color report on being told in auditions they’re not performing stereotypical enough and have been encouraged to act more “ethnic.”
This ugly merry-go-round scarcely applies to (cis, straight) white people as they are allowed a multitude of roles in media. Well, then again, I do notice a funny trend of using white characters when stories need a leader, a hero, royalty, a love interest…
Today’s the day to break free from this preconditioned role-assigning.
What if one day in the future, like after Calamity Ganon has been dead and gone for a while, the Hylians figure out how to reproduce the Sheikah Slates?
They can only make a few so they give one each to each of the respective races. One, of course, is given to Prince Sidon since he’s the prince, he’s the one going out the most often so it just makes sense that he’d have one
But - and this is the important part - what if they learn how to add a function to share pictures between the individual Sheikah Slates? Which, I mean, is good for like a lot of stuff and useful (and heck, lets add in a feature that is like texting because I dunno, that’d also be cool) but, in Sidon’s and Link’s case, it ends up being used to swap nude pics
Link does it first, more as a joke than anything else. He takes like a super sexy selfie in his Vai outfit, expecting Sidon to be just like ‘wtf’ but Sidon just responds back and just straight out asks for more pics (with each request getting more and more risque until it’s full blown nudity - like dick in hand kind of pics).
That’s how it all starts and it just keeps on getting more adventurous as time goes on