#I'm learning!
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i did a sloth and gave him a fancy little hat, because he is magic
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let's call this a win-win
Part 2
Meghan figured she’d be holed up in the cabin they’d given to her for an infirmary, reading old copies of whatever magazine had made their way to her, Seventeen and Cosmo, Bassmaster and and Runner’s World washing up like the scrum of sticks and leaves on the shore of an eddying brook, playing endless games of solitaire on limp cards, cleaning up cuts, dabbing on ointment, bandaging ankles, for the entire duration of the summer, which would make any encounters with Joel Miller few and far between.
She had been wrong.
To be clear, it wasn’t that he was constantly right there when she turned around or looked up in a classic stalker-y kind of way or that he was seeking her out with increasingly inane-frivolous-nonsensical medical complaints requiring her assessment in a pathetic stalker-y kind of way or even that he just seemed to appear when she’d just thought of him, how deft his hands were ladling out a rainy day dinner of beanie-weenie or strumming his guitar in the firelight, in a telepathic mind-control stalker-y kind of way.
It was just nice.
Sometimes, she lollygagged over her morning coffee and Joel didn’t exactly rush off to his next repair.
Sometimes, he found he was walking in her same direction and fell into an easy gait beside her, for all that he was at least a foot taller than she was. The trees loomed, but Joel never did.
Sometimes, he held the door for her when her hands were full or pulled out her chair at the table the staff sat at for meals, the almost old-fashioned politeness of it somehow part and parcel of the camp itself, though Meghan suspected he’d do the same back home in Texas, though he thankfully never called her ma’am.
It wasn’t just nice. It was very nice. Very nice indeed.
So sue her, she liked him. (Actually, the camp’s malpractice policy was skimpier than she’d anticipated and she devoutly hoped there would be nothing worth litigating in her work, since she was not getting paid especially well to begin with and Ellie’s new school had a uniform policy so extensive that even Old Navy and Lands’ End were unlikely to keep her from racking up some credit card bills in the fall well before Meghan had to ante up for the field hockey team equipment and the God-forsaken trumpet Ellie had decided to play, an evil glint in her eye.)
After all, why wouldn’t she like Joel? He was competent, intelligent, uncomplaining, a good listener, a devoted father, a guitarist who more than delivered when he played at the campfire—and that was before she considered how absolutely smoking hot he was in worn jeans, work boots and what seemed like an infinite supply of plaid shirts and grey tees, but which was probably about five and she’d just lost track. She’d never met a man who looked better with a scruffy beard, so much so that she wondered if she’d even be attracted to him if he ever shaved properly. (She would, who was she kidding? Those eyes and that lower lip and that ass…)
He also always smelled good, which given the limitations of their bathing facilities, the lack of AC on hot days and the general organic funk that seemed to cling to everyone after their first dip in the lake, was impressive. And irresistible.
She was resisting though, a little. She hadn’t thrown herself at him or ever found she needed to reach something in the bottom drawer of her filing cabinet when he was repairing the rotting window trim on the infirmary, bending over to showcase her natural assets augmented by the squats her best friend Alex swore by (Meghan was less convinced, but best friends did what they had to do and she herself never shut up about calcium.) She hadn’t let her hand linger on the salt-cellar or ketchup bottle when he asked to have it passed and she certainly hadn’t requested he play “Make Believe” or any other Rodgers and Hart love-song around the campfire (though the temptation to ask for “Blue Moon” once she’d discovered who wrote it was huge, even more so when she found out there was one coming up in August.)
She could have convinced herself it was all coincidences and hormones, a commodity Camp Firefly had in spades, though not emanating from Bunk 3, except for the fact that Joel hadn’t let her.
“So, here’s the deal. I like you and I think you like me. As Sarah would say, like that,” Joel announced as they took a mid-morning coffee break from her Thermos, the merry sound of campers with first swim distant, mingled with some birdsong.
“Um, that’s quite direct,” she said.
“Yeah. Because I’m a grown-up,” he replied, smiling. “Tell me if I’m out of line. I won’t bring it up again.”
“No?” Meghan knew she was partly stalling for time and that Joel probably knew that as well, but it didn’t hurt to push a little and see what he said next. Grist to the mill, Alex would say, as if Alex were not in a perpetual pitched battle against carbs and wouldn’t be caught dead anywhere near a gristmill unless arson was involved.
“No. Because I respect you and myself. And my whole ego isn’t tied up in whether you feel the way I do,” he said. Meghan had to do her best to raise an eyebrow, because Joel was starting to sound unreal, like someone’s concept of the ideal man, not Plato’s, because even Philosophy 102 had taught Meghan that Plato had maybe spent too much time in a cave, away from sunlight, at least for her taste. “I mean, I also won’t spend all my free time replacing the perfectly adequate wood trim of this cabin’s windows or discovering that the floor near the back door is warped and ripping it out and asking you to hold the level 12 hours a day.”
“You’re making this hard,” Meghan said. “Because I do like you but I hate unnecessary renovations that take forever. Could we hang out without wood being involved?”
He grinned then as the words hung in the air for a moment and she blushed, she could feel it, red as a cartoon beet, not a real one. She tried a combo shrug-head-toss that would have been more effective if she’d put her hair in a ponytail instead of braids but from Joel’s expression, it was good enough.
“I had to play to my strengths,” he said.
“I’m not reciprocating with an unnecessary physical and don’t try to tell me you sprained your ankle or something,” she said. “I have standards. Ethics. I’m a goddamn role model.”
“And I’m not interested in you playing a sexy nurse in a skimpy costume,” he said.
That was when Meghan’s brain sort-of shorted out and she heard herself saying Holy shit before she could have thought about stopping herself.
“What about a walk around the lake later?” Joel said. “Or we could take a canoe out. Stars are bright up here, brighter than Austin, and the moon’s nearly full.”
“Yes,” she said.
Yes, she said when he looked at her before taking her hand in his.
Yes, when he rowed them into a cove and the moonlight was silver in his dark eyes.
Yes, just as he leaned in to kiss her, waiting to hear her first, and again into his ear before she kissed the side of throat, waiting to hear him moan.
She wasn’t disappointed.
#tlou#tlou au#summer camp au#joel/ofc#nearly everyone lives#fluff#romance#rom-com#humor#the last of us#in keeping with my approach to ofc#my ofc has a best friend#tessa-quayle#writing for your best friend#always requires the appearance of one in the fic#included the moodboard this time#I'm learning!#giving joel miller a break
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Saber: Despite everything, I am pleased to announce that I am fantastic at comforting people.
-Two Days Ago-
*Zak sitting with his head in his hands*
*Saber throws a bag of chips at him*
Saber: Comfort food! Fixes your problems like nothing else!
Zak, who had a headache: . . . What?
#The Guild Codex#The Guild Codex: Unveiled#Saber Rose#Saber Rose Orien#Zak Andrii#Look guys#I made an Unveiled post without it having the same punchline as all the others#I'm learning!
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90k notes post completely misrepresenting why screenshotting or re-streaming Netflix doesn't work. It's not just the hardware acceleration, it's DRM. if you take this post at face value it would follow that you're unable to screenshot pretty much any video game bc your GPU is involved which is obviously fucking wrong.
in the case of Netflix & co without hardware acceleration the CPU has the job of decrypting the DRM'ed video stream which makes it a) screenshotable and b) will significantly reduce quality since decrypting 1080p upwards with a CPU is too resource-intensive. With hardware acceleration (and assuming that every piece of hardware in the chain supports HDCP) the stream will remain encrypted and is passed to the display this way and therefore your OS can't take a screenshot of the content. But once again this is only the case if there's even any DRM used. For example YouTube doesn't use HDCP (so you can take screenshots with hardware acceleration enabled) so the only thing you'd achieve when you disable hardware acceleration in this case is kneecapping your PC's performance. you're just making everything more inefficient, good job!
I mean, if your goal is capturing shit from Netflix then turning off hardware acceleration does work so regarding that the post is correct, but the explanation is shit and the implications of doing that are not explained at all (which is always fun if you offer solutions with unintended consequences to a non-tech-savvy audience).
#see this time i screenshotted the post instead of reblogging directly when calling someone a fucking idiot#I'm learning!
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🌳🌳I love playing around with my new camera, the colours are so pretty and it's so beautiful and Atticus looks like such a baby i love him. Pls admire at your earliest convenience ty. 🌳🌳
#yesterday in the park#The photo of me was completely unplanned and is surprisingly candid for a selfie#I really like how I can change how these photos look - this is emulating old school kodak!#still need to to figure out the blurry photos tbh#I'm learning!#me#shameless selfie#sort of lmao#selfie#dog#fujifilm x100v#fujifilm#film#camera
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Post-drift, he just never moves that arm.
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I have the goal to draw at least one drawing a month this year and since today is the last day of April I decided to do a simple speed painting. And it definitely is a speed painting! But I’m not sure if I can call it “simple” x’D
I have no idea what happened.
#Art#My Art#Landscape#Speed Painting#Castle#I'm very proud of it!#I had no idea it would turn out this pretty#I used a reference for the majority of it#But also freestyled a lot#I'm learning!
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For those wondering how to add the filter to their posts or reblogs: turn on beta post editor on desktop and it'll show the option. Mobile will probably get it later.
Interesting with the mature content, you don't have to tag every reblog with the filter. It seems if the original poster does it it automatically filters for you.
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#I'm serious stop doing it#theyre scraping fanfics and other authors writing#'oh but i wanna rp with my favs' then learn to write#studios wanna use ai to put writers AND artists out of business stop feeding the fucking machine!!!!
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personal rules for winter ❄
#this was fun bc i didn't intend for it to be kind of cryptic#i just wanted to make some reminders for myself about winter cuz i never learn#especially the back cover which i guess isn't really a rule but still stands. i'm in a rural place so when it gets dark it's Dark#and its hard to want to do anything#zine#mini zine#illustration#nonfandom#analogue art
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Mongolian history class, 2022, start of the semester. We're having a discussion on animal slaughter, featuring the one Mongolian student in our school.
The student explains that he's slaughtered animals himself, and there are two ways of doing it that avoid the spilling of blood. For a small animal like a chicken, you reach up into the chest of the animal and sever the arteries. For a larger animal like a camel, there's a spot on the forehead that, when hit hard enough, causes the animal to die instantly.
While this discussion is going on, a couple of the students are sharing something back and forth on their phone
The professor calls this out, asking if what they're sharing is more interesting than Mongolian animal slaughter
The room is dead silent for a few seconds. The two students look at each other awkwardly.
Eventually, one of the students pipes up:
"Well, the queen of England just died."
And without missing a beat, another student:
"Did they hit her on the head like a camel?"
#genuinely i'm so glad this is how i learned the queen died#happy fucking (late) anniversary#felt i should share it it's just. perfect y'know#there is no queen of england
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Things I've seen tumblr memeing about James Somerton doing à la "How did no one see how bigoted he was!" as if those things haven't been a significant part of tumblr culture for over a decade :
Presenting untrue and bordering on conspiratorial versions of (queer or otherwise marginalised) history without any sources
Completely disregarding and disrespecting any expertise on socio-cultural topics/humanities and distrusting academics and historians (incl. acting as if no academics or historians could be queer or marginalised)
Downplaying the role misogyny played in the historical oppression of queer women and concluding that queer men must have been more oppressed than queer women
Bi women are, at best, not as queer as "real" queer ppl, and at worst, simply equivalent to straight women
Despite nominal trans inclusivity, transmasculine ppl are functionally women when convenient (combined with the above, bi transmascs are functionally straight women)
Despite nominal trans inclusivity (bis), shamelessly attacking, threatening and actively endangering any trans woman who questions them or smth they find important (often by unfairly presenting her as violent or as a threat)
Having absolutely fucking wild and reductive takes about ace ppl, the oppression they face and their place in the queer community
Stating that marriage equality is an assimilationist fight while completely ignoring its direct roots in the horrifying consequences of the AIDS crisis for partners of ppl who died of AIDS
Praising western media creators from the past for queer coding even under censure and in the same breath condemning current non western media creators for being homophobic bc their representation isn't explicit enough
Blaming China for all existing homophobic censoring in western media
Assuming all queer media would be better told by western creators and by western standards
Only out queer ppl get to tell queer stories
Heavily criticising almost all queer media created by women or ppl they see as such (see above points about trans ppl) or involving/starring a significant amount of women for any perceived or real amount of "problematicness", but fawning over and praising and negating criticism of queer media created by and starring mostly or even functionally exclusively men (even when it could be argued that, you know, not involving/seriously sidelining women is a pretty clear example of misogyny which should probably be considered "problematic")
And I'm probably forgetting stuff or there's stuff I have internalised myself and don't recognise as an issue
Like idk but I feel like the takeaway from Hbomberguy and Toddintheshadow's videos should maybe be "be aware of such patterns in your communities bc they definitely exist" and not "this guy is uniquely awful" and I feel like a lot of the discussion I've seen surrounding this has been severely failing at that. Most ppl who've spent any significant amount of time on tumblr prob either have internalised at least one of those thought patterns, have had to de-internalise them, or have had to be extremely vigilant to not internalise them (which is done by, you know, seeking out other sources, which also seemed like an important takeaway from the videos)
#Also I'm saying this as someone who actually watched quite a few of Somerton's videos#And noticed those patterns and stopped watching bc I recognised them from here#and had already learned to unlearn them after being so exposed to them here#And tbh I think anyone who hasn't had the luck or made the conscious choice to seek out ppl who pushed against those narratives#Would absolutely have fallen for this man's bullshit. Like let's not kid ourselves we see takes like this every day on this hellsite#2014 me would have. For sure.#This is next to the plagiarism issue which as Harris points out is an Internet wide issue and this includes tumblr#James Somerton#hbomberguy#todd in the shadows#This brought to you by a conversation with my wife yesterday#So many ppl on here don't deserve to meme or be this self absolvingly critical of this man#The call is coming from inside the house#The man has a tumblr it would legit not surprise me if some of the things he supposedly made up himself he did actually get from somewhere#And that somewhere was a tumblr post
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New Chapter for KH: A Darkness Downed
While I fix some technical difficulties with some broken chapters (1, 7, and 8) on fanfiction dot net, please enjoy the new chapter from Kairi's perspective on AO3
Summary:
:: OFF HIATUS :: UNDER CONSTRUCTION :: 8/19:: The destiny islands are to disappear into darkness along with countless other worlds out there and it's up to Sora to fight the darkness and bring back those worlds...but what happens when Sora himself succumbs to the darkness, leaving his most precious friend behind...and the keyblade to choose another bearer?
Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
Gen
Fandom:
Kingdom Hearts
Characters:
Sora
Kairi
Riku
Vanitas
Roxas
miscellaneous org members
for some reason donald and goofy
Xion
Ventus
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Strong Female Characters
POV Multiple
Kairi deserved more
Crude Humor
Fantasy Violence
Role Reversal
#kh#fanfic#a darkness downed#i'm not really sure how we're supposed to post fanfics on tumblr these days#ill have to look around#i'm learning!#relearning#sora#riku#kairi#kingdom hearts au
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The realest part of the Barbie Movie was when Barbie was like "okay but what if this hurts his feelings? what if this makes him sad? :(" after Ken stole her house, stole her car, and stole her agency, because as a woman you still have to second guess everything you do on the assessment of whether it might hurt a man's feelings.
And then that apprehension was proven right one million times over by the entire Conservative Internet Manosphere pissing and shitting and screaming themselves hoarse over Barbie daring to hurt a man's feelings.
#barbie#barbie movie#also if the genders were reversed and Ken's character was a woman everyone would fucking _hate_ her im just saying#'petty bratty bitchy girlfriend wants to steal everything her boyfriend owns because she learned about feminism'#everyone would HATE her#but because Ken's a man everyones pissing frothing review is about how shittily he was treated and how shitty the men are treated blah blah#(I fucking loved Ken in the movie but I'm saying this with confidence: Everyone would hate female!Ken if this was reversed)
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inside you, young transmasculine person, is a voice that will tell you not to like certain things because they're For Girls. that is the voice of the devil, and you must never listen to it.
#i'm being 100% serious actually you gotta learn to put those instinctive responses in their place#queer#transmaculine#trans#it speaks!
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