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Byler? I Hardly Know Her!

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Leslie or August | any pronouns | minor | I like Stranger Things | this used to be a fandom blog, but now I'm not so sure | Particle_man_particle_man on ao3

!!PLEASE STOP SCROLLING AND READ THIS!!

There's something called a KOSA Bill in the US. It's a project planning to cut off internet access to ALL CHILDREN WORLDWIDE. This means they are banning Chai/C.AI, Wattpad, AO3, Discord, Tumblr, Tiktok, etc.

To make matters worse, parents will have access to their children's internet activity, meaning chats, websites visited, apps opened, etc. Giving them NO privacy whatsoever. Esp. children who are LGBTQIA+, because in the US, it is deemed "inappropriate".

There is a solution to this, however only to people who have Tiktok, there is a user named omarsbigsister, if you check their profile, you can see in their bio it says "STOP KOSA!! ⬇️⬇️"

Below the text, there's a link. Now before you click on the link, there's a video you need to see, giving you instructions on what to do.

Plz do WHATEVER you can to boost this, tag friends, reblog, share, anything will do.

I'M AN AO3 AUTHOR AND THIS IS ENTIRELY UNFAIR. THE GOVERNMENT SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DO THIS WHEN PARENT DO THIS THEMSELVES.

@sedittedice SHARE THIS W/ YOUR MOOTS.

HOLY SHIT WHAT

NAUR MY HAPPY PLACE

SCREAMING CRYING

GOD I HATE THE FUCKING USA

Time for a signal boost. Democracy will win. Legislators suck.

NIGGA WHAT IS THIS TF U MEAN WORLDWIDE HELL NAH I THOUGHT CAUSE ITS THE US GOVERNMENT ITS ONLY US PPL NOW IM GETTING ROPED IN WHYY

even if you aren't in the US please share this

WHAT THE FUCK??? WHO THE FUCK DO THESE ENTITLED AMERICANS THINK THEY ARE⁉️ OMFGGG I DON’T HAVE TIKTOK BUT I SURE AS HELL WILL REBLOG THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️❔

WAIT WHAT I WASNT TAGGED BUT SURE AS HELL REBLOGGING THIS

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wasnt tagged but this shit is fucking serious.

In love with this

Where I went to undergrad, there was this thing called Friday Flowers.  That is, every Friday, employees of the college town’s sole local florist would show up with just a metric fuckton of flowers (at least, to a college student’s eye as remembered nigh-twenty years on) and charge very cheaply by the stem (or you could tell ‘em how much you wanted to spend and they’d arrange something that worked within that budget). 

Lots of folks would get each other flowers for all the wildly varied reasons you might consider encountering on a college campus--miscellaneous gifts for significant others, plaudits for theater or other performances, reassurances or sympathies or celebrations of all sorts.  It was honestly extremely lovely, and something I think helped foster a sense of general community at the college.  It helped that everyone had their own mailbox at the student center, all of which were open and without locks (and also that there were lists, updated every term, of whose mailbox was where).  

This is important to this story.

So, a secret, then.  A good friend of mine had been having a rough time of things.  There had been, if I recall rightly, a third failed attempt at a necessary class for his major, or something similar.  In any event, all was doom, gloom, and dismay.  It was Friday and things were terrible for him, and I had twenty bucks in my wallet as a result of someone declaring that they were paying for takeout the night before for reasons I have no recollection of now beyond the fact of it.

I walked up to the first available florist in the student center, slapped the twenty down on the table, and asked for the most absurd bouquet I could get with that money, because a friend was having a shit day and might not graduate because reasons.  The florist put my twenty in the tiller and put together one of the most overblown collections of flowers I have ever seen before or since.  There were bird of paradise flowers and alstromeria and iris and a miniature sunflower and whatever else was used to fill.

The result was large enough that it would not fit in my friend’s mailbox, and so a package slip was put there instead, and the students staffing the mail room put the flowers in water to keep them fresh until retrieved.

Now, *normally* one would take advantage of the freely-included cards (just little to: A from: B type deals) to include a message of some sort to the recipient.  An indication of who for and why for the flowers.

I did not.

I requested that the mail room student staff, who were also friends, not tell who had delivered this friend these flowers, because it might reduce their ability to improve his day--after all, mystery flowers (absurd mystery flowers) out of the blue?  Far better than ‘I’m sorry you are more fond of your major than you are good at it’ condolences.

So the flowers were delivered.  My friend was delighted and flabbergasted (I was sadly not around when he received them, but he did later ask me if I knew anything about it, which I did my best to deny without being so adamant as to raise suspicion--it seemed to work).  He eventually figured his shit out with his major, and the class was passed.  He graduated without knowing the source of the flowers.  It was widely thought they were from a secret admirer, which was privately hilarious, but also occasionally awkward to play along with that particular line of speculation.  It’s been approximately twenty years and now I’m telling the internet that this is a thing that happened.

my heart goes out to the people who feel like they will forever be the friend who walks on the grass. the people who believe they will never be part of the main group. the people who think they live in the background and can come out of the shade into the sun only when there's room which there often is not. I am reaching out my hand and taking you with me away from people who don't appreciate you and we will walk under the sun together with us both on the sidewalk

Thank you lesbians thank you butches thank you femmes thank you transmasc lesbians thank you transfem lesbians thank you non binary lesbians thank you to all the dykes of the world

i see a post talking doom and gloom about how we'll never escape toxic masculinity. i think about back in 2017 when american girl released their first boy doll, and a review for him went viral in the collecting community. the review was written by a mom, who said they went into the store to get their daughter a doll, only to see their son's eyes light up like fire when he saw a doll that looked like him, and now every night he puts his doll in pajamas and rocks him to sleep. i think about the toddler in my daycare room a few years back who was obsessed with baby dolls, carrying them everywhere, and his mom proudly told us he uses his sisters' old baby dolls and wants to be just like them. that toddler saw another toddler crying one day and gave her the doll he had to cheer her up. i think about the eight-year-old boy i saw a few years back, excitedly waving around raya's sword in a target checkout line like all his dreams were coming true. there was a video on my instagram the other day of a little boy at disneyworld crying with joy upon meeting his hero, mulan. i think about the voice actor for bow in the she-ra reboot saying his nephews only wanted adora action figures. celebrity men are wearing dresses on tv now. last halloween i saw a little boy dressed as elsa. i went to go see spiderverse over the summer, and in the line ahead of me was a boy who couldn't be older than twelve or thirteen, bouncing and beaming, giddy with excitement over getting to see the female-led romance movie elemental. i think about the five-year-old boy at my library who breathlessly asked me where the pinkalicious books were, eyes widening when i had more on my cart, his mom explaining that he is all about pinkalicious and fancy nancy. i saw so many pictures online of boys and men dressed in pink to see barbie. teenage boys are gonna open their phones and see the man who wrote fucking game of thrones dressed in pink to see barbie. when i was a kid, a boy dressing in pink was practically a social death sentence. there are boys running around in pink on my street right now.

this is advice I've given friends directly before and I've probably also posted it but I really like giving it so here it is potentially again: do not create something for an imaginary bad faith reader.

there will always be someone who finds fault in your work. there will be people who read the messages on it wrong. there will be people who will take every compelling aspect about your work off of it so they can put in their own.

you cannot make art for these people.

you will never write a story that is free from criticism. you will never draw a piece that everyone finds appealing. you will never compose a song that everyone enjoys hearing. you cannot, fundamentally, set out to create something and only think of how you can avoid someone not liking it.

because, and this is key, there will be someone who sees every angle of your story and feels its intent in their heart and gushes to their friends about it. you will draw someone's favorite art and they will make it their phone wallpaper because they want to see it every day. someone will fall in love with your song and loop it on their way to work because it gets them through the day. and THOSE are the people your work is for. THOSE are the people you have to care about, because they love what you make for what it is - because it's itself.

if you set out to create something and file off every sharp edge, prune every thorn, you will be left with something fragile and weak, and it will be fragile and weak for the sake of someone who does not exist but that you were scared of anyway.

sharing art is complex and tangled and powerful, and anything you care enough to create deserves to flourish as itself. get sillay.

i love asexuality i love asexuals with a complex relationship to sex i love asexuals with a very simple relationship to sex i love asexuals who's definition of asexuality and aromanticism blend together and arent seperate i love asexuals who's asexuality is just a very minor part of their identity i love asexuals who's asexuality is a very big factor of their identity I LOVE ASEXUALITY !!!!

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when erica was little, very little, she would always go after lucas and copy everything he does. it made lucas very annoyed, and his mom would always say "It's because you're her idol", in present time he sometimes still wonders if that's true

UPS drivers making more money will help all workers make more money.

Labor united helps all labor. Rising wages is not zero sum.

Don't fall for 'divide and conquer' rhetoric from the Establishment. They fear the power and influence of worker solidarity.

"You're going to miss out on all this media because of the strikes!"

Y'all shot a whole-ass Batgirl movie and refused to release it so you could get a tax break, constantly cancel popular shows after a single season, and remove stuff from streaming while refusing to sell it on physical media, so maybe shut the fuck up.

I hope every major studio and streaming service crashes, all your executives end up permanently unemployed, and that all we're left with is indie media produced by people who can see beyond the dollar sign.

This!!!! No one thinks twice about supporting the strike. Of course we will. We've got nothing to gain as an audience with or without it. We have our own grievances with the studios. Before the strike, we were barely getting media and barely hanging onto what little we've gotten recently. Then they started taking shit away?! Now they want us to turn against the writers and actors? Lol goodbye!