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anonymous asked:

I like...JUUST finished binge watching Attack on Titan and i ship Ereri so hardcore i havent stopped reading fanfictions for 8 hours

oml bless your soul. Welcome to the dark side, my chid. Here is your bible

And as a welcoming gift: here are all the fics I’ve bookmarked. I reccommend every single one that is finished or a one-shot. Also, The PBC isn’t finished (almost is) but it’s most definitely worth the read! ^^ 

Welcome to the fandom. There’s no escape (; 

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WNDB Roundtable: Perspectives of Authors With Disabilities – Part 1
A roundtable discussion featuring Corinne Duyvis, Sarah Jae-Jones, Tara Kelly, Kody Keplinger, Cindy L. Rodriguez, and Francisco X. Stork

This roundtable features seven authors of middle grade and young adult fiction who have disabilities. I am honored to be joined by Corinne Duyvis, Sarah Jae-Jones, Tara Kelly, Kody Keplinger, Cindy L. Rodriguez, and Francisco X. Stork, who talk about writing (and not writing) about their own disabilities, the intersectionality of disability and other diverse identities, challenging tropes and stereotypes that have become part of the canon, and how we can help authors with disabilities get their authentic stories published and read. We have a lot to say, but it’s worth the read!

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On Feb. 1, 1884, the first Oxford English Dictionary is published by James A. H. Murray.

In honor of this anniversary, here are two book recommendations related to the illustrious event – both well worth the reading.

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ya’ll remember the whole petition about net neutrality? yeah. it’s dead. 

We’re really, really fucking this up.

But we can fix it, I swear. We just have to start telling each other the truth. Not the doublespeak bullshit of regulators and lobbyists, but the actual truth. Once we have the truth, we have the power — the power to demand better not only from our government, but from the companies that serve us as well. “This is a political fight,” says Craig Aaron, president of the advocacy group Free Press. “When the internet speaks with a unified voice politicians rip their hair out.”

We can do it. Let’s start.

read the full article here

please please PLEASE HELP RESTORE THE INTERNET!! THE WAR IS ONLY STARTING BUT WE CAN DO THIS. WE ARE THE INTERNET. WE CAN WIN!

If My Son Were Gay.

If my son were gay,
I’d slap him
With a nice high five.
Because coming out to your dad,
Takes balls that most men don’t have.
If my son were gay,
I’d kick him out of the house.
Because why waste June on video games,
When there are sports to played?
And just because he likes making out with boys,
Doesn’t mean he can’t tackle the shit out them, too.
If my son were gay,
I’d call him a douche.
But only because this morning,
He ate the last peanut butter cup in the house.
(The jerk knows they’re my favorite.)
If my son were gay,
I’d still give him the talk.
I just don’t have to worry about a baby in nine months.
If my son were gay,
I’d make fun of what he wears.
Because damn, son,
Those heels don’t go with that dress.
If my son were gay,
I’d tell him to be proud.
Because you’re human no matter the gender
On the other side of your mouth.
If my son were gay,
Nothing would be different at all.
Except that twenty years down the line,
I’ll be expecting a handsome son-in-law.

- Nishat Ahmed.

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POLITE ROBOTS SHOW GLIMMER OF SELF-AWARENESS

This is the way humanity ends. In the future we will look back at this moment, as a turning point.

Read the article on Popular Science but the crux is this:

The robots were programed to think that two of them had been given a “dumbing pill” that would make them unable to speak (actually just a button that silenced them). However, they didn’t know exactly which two of them had been silenced. When the robots were asked to answer which two had been given the pill, all of them tried to respond: “I don’t know.” Since only one was actually able to utter the words, it heard its own voice and recognized it wasn’t among the two who had been silenced. That robot then responded: “Sorry, I know now. I was able to prove that I was not given a dumbing pill.”

This video, holy shit. It’s polite, but it’s terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. I can see a straight line to Judgement Day. 

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Netflix Agrees to Pay Comcast to End Web Traffic Jam

Netflix Inc. has agreed to pay Comcast Corp. to ensure Netflix movies and TV shows stream smoothly to Comcast customers, a landmark agreement that could set a precedent for Netflix’s dealings with other broadband providers, people familiar with the situation said.

In exchange for payment, Netflix will get direct access to Comcast’s broadband network, the people said. The multiyear deal comes just 10 days after Comcast agreed to buy Time Warner Cable Inc., which if approved would establish Comcast as by far the dominant provider of broadband in the U.S., serving 30 million households.

No. No, no, no, no. This is not how it is supposed to work. How can anyone expect to innovate and compete when giant companies are paying for access. Netflix is just as wrong as Comcast is in this case. They’re setting a terrible precedent.

[edit 1: thanks to makesu1der for the grammar check] 

[edit 2: so, this article is completely readable in my twitter app (Tweetbot) but it’s behind a paywall on an actual computer. I can’t figure out why. I can only point you to my pervious article.] 

We have probably passed the point where there can be any credible objections to the existence and use of electronic readers. (I like the feel and smell of books as much as anybody, but come now: you can keep all of Montaigne and Tolstoy on a phone in your pocket. That’s amazing.) And booksellers have wholeheartedly embraced the online selling that keeps them in business. Yet bookstores provide something irreplaceable that we shouldn’t easily relinquish. Their knowing charms and surprises (even, admittedly, their parochialism and occasional cluelessness) spring from the people who run them and who decide what they will carry. Bookstores are, in essence, personal libraries. In this way, they are macrocosms of the books they contain—there is life inside them.
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Facebook tinkered with users’ feeds for a massive psychology experiment

Scientists at Facebook have published a paper showing that they manipulated the content seen by more than 600,000 users in an attempt to determine whether this would affect their emotional state. The paper, “Experimental evidence of massive-scale emotional contagion through social networks,” was published in The Proceedings Of The National Academy Of Sciences. It shows how Facebook data scientists tweaked the algorithm that determines which posts appear on users’ news feeds—specifically, researchers skewed the number of positive or negative terms seen by randomly selected users. Facebook then analyzed the future postings of those users over the course of a week to see if people responded with increased positivity or negativity of their own, thus answering the question of whether emotional states can be transmitted across a social network. Result: They can! Which is great news for Facebook data scientists hoping to prove a point about modern psychology. It’s less great for the people having their emotions secretly manipulated.

Uh, what?!

So on March 31 my school is doing the every fifteen minutes program and I’m among those who chose to participate in the “living dead” to represent someone who has been killed as result of drunk driving. During the morning a grim reaper comes to class (I have no idea when) and chooses you to “die,” a police officer then reads your obituary to the class and you must come back to class in makeup of someone dead and continue on with your day BUT can not speak or use your phone until the program is over. This is to simulate what it would be like if you were no longer here. That friend you always text, or that girl/boy you talk to in class; they’re gone. All because someone thought they were good to drive after being impaired from alcohol. Later in the day there’s a car crash scene outside the school and students actually go to the hospital to learn what happens after an accident as well as the jail to be processed for their crime. This is probably the most powerful thing I’ve ever seen my school do and I encourage you to look at wearehappiness.org to hear one of the reasons my school participates in this every other year.

"Choose Her Every Day (Or Leave Her)" by Brian Reeves

I spent 5 years hurting a good woman by staying with her but never fully choosing her.

I did want to be with this one. I really wanted to choose her. She was an exquisite woman, brilliant and funny and sexy and sensual. She could make my whole body laugh with her quick, dark wit and short-circuit my brain with her exotic beauty. Waking up every morning with her snuggled in my arms was my happy place. I loved her wildly.

Unfortunately, as happens with many young couples, our ignorance of how to do love well quickly created stressful challenges in our relationship. Before long, once my early morning blissful reverie gave way to the strained, immature ways of our everyday life together, I would often wonder if there was another woman out there who was easier to love, and who could love me better.

As the months passed and that thought reverberated more and more through my head, I chose her less and less. Every day, for five years, I chose her a little less.

I stayed with her. I just stopped choosing her. We both suffered.

Choosing her would have meant focusing every day on the gifts she was bringing into my life that I could be grateful for: her laughter, beauty, sensuality, playfulness, companionship, and so … much … more.
Sadly, I often found it nearly impossible to embrace – or even see – what was so wildly wonderful about her.

I was too focused on the anger, insecurities, demands, and other aspects of her strong personality that grated on me. The more I focused on her worst, the more I saw of it, and the more I mirrored it back to her by offering my own worst behaviour. Naturally, this only magnified the strain on our relationship … which still made me choose her even less.

Thus did our nasty death spiral play itself out over five years.

She fought hard to make me choose her. That’s a fool’s task. You can’t make someone choose you, even when they might love you.

To be fair, she didn’t fully choose me, either. The rage-fueled invective she often hurled at me was evidence enough of that.

I realise now, however, that she was often angry because she didn’t feel safe with me. She felt me not choosing her every day, in my words and my actions, and she was afraid I would abandon her.

Actually, I did abandon her.

By not fully choosing her every day for five years, by focusing on what bothered me rather than what I adored about her, I deserted her.

Like a precious fragrant flower I brought proudly into my home but then failed to water, I left her alone in countless ways to wither in the dry hot heat of our intimate relationship.

I’ll never not choose another woman I love again.

It’s torture for everyone.

If you’re in relationship, I invite you to ask yourself this question:
“Why am I choosing my partner today?”

If you can’t find a satisfying answer, dig deeper and find one. It could be as simple as noticing that in your deepest heart’s truth, “I just do.”

If you can’t find it today, ask yourself again tomorrow. We all have disconnected days.
But if too many days go by and you just can’t connect with why you’re choosing your partner, and your relationship is rife with stress, let them go. Create the opening for another human being to show up and see them with fresh eyes and a yearning heart that will enthusiastically choose them every day.

Your loved one deserves to be enthusiastically chosen. Every day. You do, too.

Choose wisely.