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Uh Oh, The One Other Guy Having The Same Problem As You Got Zero Replies To His Post On Reddit That He Made 5 Years Ago
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Fiona Dourif as Bart Curlish in Dirk Gentlyâs Holistic Detective Agency
â S01E01 âHorizonsâ
â S01E02 âLost & Foundâ
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ive been thinking about this video quite literally since i saw it 3 weeks ago
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alt versions under the cut >:)
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i love six o clock because the clock looks so stupid. "|" like get real
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MARY ELIZABETH WINSTEAD as Ramona Flowers
SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD 2010 - dir. Edgar Wright
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[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you
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things that would be dope to be
the marble in spray paint
boulder at the bottom of a lake
the last leaf of autumn⌠take your sweet old time
lightbulb filament
grain of sand
pillbug that just discovered an insane composter
cumulonimbus cloud
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if you dont want print media to die, buy physical copies of things. if you donât want independent journalism to die, subscribe to a local newspaper. if you want more libraries and skate-parks and arcades, get a bunch of friends and call in the individual charge of your village or town or whatever and ask for one to be built and use the existing ones. if you want more native flora and fauna, start looking at the ones that already exist and how to preserve them. this is your world too. fight for it. get rid of the rot of passivity.
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deer girls with antlers
it's really the perfect gender, in my opinion.
It's like; a highly visible way to indicate you're trans, you could have taken steps to try and hide that to pass better BUT YOU DIDN'T, and if anyone gives you any shit you can kill them with your antlers.
what's not to love?
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and are these jobs hiring trans people for a diversity quota in the room with us right now?
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Remember when people got mad at me when I said âif you canât even name 10 trans men activists from the 1980s-2010s I donât think any of your takes about trans men and our experiences have any value imo. Especially if you arenât a trans man.â And then people got mad at me?? Like damn sorry I expect people to know a little history before they talk about a group of people .
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When I was a kid, maybe 14 or so (which is, you know, 20+ years ago), I belonged to a Yahoo! mailing list for an anime called Gundam Wing. It was mostly populated by other teens, of varying ages, as it was started by a teen and her friends. Eventually it migrated, when Yahoo! groups started as forums, and even branched off into non-GW related stuff in a second forum.
One of the things I remember the most clearly is the oldest person in the group. Her name was Steelsong. She was a 40-something Dom with a sub whose name we knew even though we knew nothing else. She ran her own fanfic archive because the web was still handmade HTML and navigated in webrings and Iâm pretty sure Google didnât exist or was only barely, barely launched and not well known. She was kind and patient and we loved her. She treated everyone on the group with the respect given any adult, even though most of the rest of the world was still treating us like we were children. Not teenagers even, but children. She never once condescended to any of us, never made our youth a barrier to her respect, never treated us like we were incapable of being full people or like we were less than her because we were young.
I remember that she hosted our fanfiction, as absolutely terrible as it was (and I still have some of it, I am WELL aware of how cringingly terrible it is, just absolute nonsense garbage), right there alongside of other fic that was soul-achingly beautiful. Not a separate section for her friends or for kids, just right there like we were good enough to feature alongside other authors. I never once received crit from her that I didnât ask for, only support. Only love. I am still writing today partly because Steel was so kind about our fic, fanfic and original.
I remember that when I started doing clay sculpture, she commissioned a tiny pair of dragons from me, to support me doing artwork. She sent a check my mom cashed for me, and my mom helped me mail it when it was finished. It broke in transit, and Steel assured me that she mended it and that it was still beautiful. It was a small gold dragon curled up with a small silver dragon.
I remember that her patience knew no bounds. I remember that she was there for us, regardless of reason. When we wanted to know silly things like what to do with a single AA battery, she answered. When we had serious questions about sex, she answered. When we had questions about writing, she taught us. When one of our group members, a young gay teen in Australia, ended up in the hospital and then stopped making posts, and we all knew what had happened, she let us talk to her about it because we couldnât go to our own parents, even though we had just lost a friend.
She was not a replacement to my parents, but she was an extra parent, in some ways. A friend, certainly, but someone that had been through more life than we had and was willing to pass on knowledge if we asked for it. Someone older that we trusted with things that were too uncomfortable to go to our parents or teachers or whatever about, because we already knew she wasnât going to judge us or something, and that we would get an honest answer.
I donât know why Iâm remembering this so hard tonight, and Iâm not sure if thereâs a point to sharing this, except that I know sheâs gone now. She was ill the last time we spoke, and her site went down a long time ago, and I miss her. She was a huge influence on my life, then and now. She was hope, for me, that life as an adult didnât have to be boring, it wouldnât have to mean giving up the things I loved and Becoming Only Responsible With No Fun. Her presence meant I had hope I could still write and play with friends even when I wasnât âa kidâ anymore. And sheâs gone, and I miss her, and I wanted to share her from the perspective of youth, and the perspective over twenty years later has provided me.
And I think of her, when people go off about older folks being in fandom with younger folks. Iâm an older folks now, or at least middle aged folks because there are certainly folks older than me still, but I wasnât always. Iâve been here since i was a younger folks, and I know how much Steelâs presence and support meant to me, how much she helped not just me but everyone on that group. And I think of the people saying older folks donât belong in fandom, and that they shouldnât interact with younger folks at all, and I just think⌠I canât agree. I needed that kind of solid presence in my life back then and even at the age I am now, I need the folks older than me to stay. I want them here.
So I guess, like, if youâre here and youâre 40 or 50 or 60 or 70 or 80 or whatever, I want you here in fandom with me, still. Your presence here is a comfort. It is hope. It is a reminder that life will continue to be fun, even as I get older, myself. And if youâre younger and you have this sort of elder in your groups, I hope that they are like Steel. I hope they are kind and patient and supportive, and that knowing them gives you hope for your own future. I hope in twenty years you look back and remember them fondly.
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