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I don’t want to disappear without a forewarning.

As of July 4th 2018, the Internet as we know it might be dead for good. 

The European Parliament is passing a new Copyright Directive.  Article 13 #CensorshipMachine will impose widespread censorship of all the content we share online. Art, fanfiction, parodies, remixes, mashups, memes, etc.. Anything that you do not hold the rights over will be taken down. 

Article 13 would force all online platforms to police and prevent the uploading of copyrighted content, or make people seek the correct licenses to post that content. Internet platforms hosting large amounts of user-uploaded content must monitor user behaviour and filter their contributions to identify and prevent copyright infringement. 

Such filters will be mandatory for platforms including YouTube, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit and Instagram, but also much smaller websites. 

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This doesn’t just affect Europe. The content creators you love are going to be in hot water for sharing their art and writing with you online. Any and all content that doesn’t belong to us will be filtered. Even memes are at risk, as the person who took the original photo may want to file complaints against any platform that allows it to be used without permission. But it goes even further than that.

Last Tuesday (19th June 2018) a group of more than 70 people who have played important roles in building the internet and developing it (Tim Berners-Lee, Vincent Cerf, Jimmy Wales, Mitchell Baker…) into what it is today addressed an open letter to the members of the European Parliament:

“As creators ourselves, we share the concern that there should be a fair distribution of revenues from the online use of copyright works, that benefits creators, publishers, and platforms alike.

But Article 13 is not the right way to achieve this. By requiring Internet platforms to perform automatic filtering all of the content that their users upload, Article 13 takes an unprecedented step towards the transformation of the Internet from an open platform for sharing and innovation, into a tool for the automated surveillance and control of its users. […] The damage that this may do to the free and open Internet as we know it is hard to predict, but in our opinions could be substantial.”

Here is the original Article 13. It’s even scarier. / Link 2 

Here is how to contact your MEPs. 

Here is a full list of everything that will be affected.

Europe is facing a huge problem, and unlike with Net Neutrality, the world doesn’t seem to care. 

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Dog breeds are all just…. fan content that humans made of God’s ‘The Wolf’

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Trying a thing - he was meditating, don’t disturb the poor guy.

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I can relate to Sotha Sil so much:

-always in pajamas

-haven’t talk to friends/family in months

-anti-social af

-always crafting stuff

-several articulation problems

-always barefoot at home

-still trying to live even tho I know the world is doomed…

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Plot Bunnies, Plot Chickens, Etc.

As a lot of people aren’t familiar with plot creatures, I thought I’d shed some light on the members of the mental menagerie…

The Plot Bunny - Story ideas that come bounding in and start multiplying.

The Plot Chicken - They squawk, flap around, and shit everywhere, but when you actually need to do something with them, they scatter.

The Plot Sloth - Takes its sweet goddamned time turning into something useful.

The Plot Mule - When you mash two plots together and get something cool, but you can’t get a sequel out of it to save your life.

The Plot Cat - Lazy little bastards who take up your headspace, scare away all the other plot bunnies, but won’t actually do anything except lay there.

The Plottweiler - Barks loudly and viciously so you can’t ignore it, distracts you from everything else you want to write, but leaves you too paralyzed with fear to actually put words down.

The Plot Squirrel - Cute, distracting, full of nuts, and just TRY to keep up with that train of thought.

The Plot Bedbug - Shows up during the night, chews on you so you can’t sleep, and disappears in the daylight.

The Plot Tick - Burrows in, bleeds you dry, and leaves you with the creepy-crawlies. Mostly preys on horror writers.

The Plotroach - Totally unappealing, but so tenacious they’ll survive anything until you finally give up and write them.

What Plot Creatures have you encountered?

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If anyone needs a special tag on stuff like this - let me know and I happily oblige 

Dungeon Days- day V -Soul extraction

soul extraction was a thing he had participated in often, he knew the process. -Stab a peasant, extract the soul while the blood is still warm. An easy process. Fast, too.

Soul extraction from a living being, however, was a tedious, precise and time-consuming method which left the peasant in screaming agony for hours on end. Frankly, the technique was not worth the time nor noise and often doomed to fail as the living blood fought to keep the soul inside the body. Ravishing its victim inside out, and therefore rendering the end product utterly useless.

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All my followers, please reblog :)

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Rivendale: I think it’s the Elvish name for Dale? I definitely remember Elves!

Elhoir: Star-...heir? Fitting, and now with a French flair. But if he’s the heir, what happened to Elladan? Or Elrohir, for that matter?

Ilmadris: AU Imladris where Elrond is the Mad Hatter. Still friendly though. Tea for everyone! 

Embarrassing Tolkien Typos

Slimarillion– a Noldo’s guide to trimming down after the holidays

Maehrdos– we just don’t know

Angbang– OKAY NO I ACTUALLY MEANT THE FORTRESS THIS TIME

Slimearil– can’t hold on to them for nothin’

Ole– the fiesta elf 

Meagli– son of Ole, adopted by jungle creatures 

Magline– same character, this time living in paris with twelve little girls in two straight lines

Fignolfin– a type of depressing cookie found exclusively in your parents’ kitchen because they’re “healthy”

Aluë– know to the dwarves as “fucking hell I have to type that umlaut again”

Meklor– a durable, non-stick surface 

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HAIRY SHIN BANDITS

hey everybody, welcome to another episode of Weird Biology! today, I’m going to give you a fresh look at a really weird bird you may have heard of before. so get ready to learn some badass new facts about this scrappy little football!

so say hello to:

*HEAVY METAL SCREAMING*

all right, so there isn’t much badass about a hairy, nocturnal, flightless, island-dwelling bird a little bigger than a chicken. or so they’d like you to think.

Kiwis live in New Zealand, which is fitting because they’re the Hobbits of birds. (bear with me a minute and put down the torches, please)

I swear I’m going somewhere with this

like Hobbits, Kiwis live in burrows. also like Hobbits, Kiwis are short, stocky creatures; they grow to be about eighteen inches tall and 7 pounds. (this is just slightly larger than the average chicken and probably larger than you thought they were) like Hobbits, Kiwis are voracious omnivores and eat basically anything they can fit in that ridiculous beak. and finally as I’m sure you���ve noticed, Kiwis are prodigiously hairy. like Hobbits.

and finally, the Kiwi would absolutely carry a cursed item to the ends of the earth and throw down with a Ring Wraith. (but they’d do it out of spite)

spite is the only emotion the Kiwi can feel

see, Kiwis are aggressive, territorial, and extremely tenacious. they defend their territories and burrows against anything and everything, including humans and probably also marauding armies of orcs. which, since Kiwis have squat muscular legs and extremely sharp claws, is no joke.

no seriously, they’ve been known to sprint out of the underbrush without warning, gouge people in the shin, and sprint away.

it’s a lot less funny when you realize that they’re at least as fast as you are.

adding to their sheer tenacious badassery is the fact that Kiwis are even still around. I don’t know if you guys are super familiar with what usually happens to flightless island-dwelling birds when humans and non-native predators show up, but it’s not good. (HINT: starts with an E and rhymes with “distinction”)

hundreds of years ago, humans first arrived on New Zealand. and they brought dogs and rats with them. these predators have been taking huge tolls on the Kiwi population for a very long time, but Kiwis are fighty tenacious bastards and against all odds they’re still here. for comparison: the Kakapo (New Zealand’s other largish flightless bird) has faced the same problem with introduced predators and is now damn near extinct.

Kiwi resilience is in large part thanks to New Zealand’s conservation programs, but also Kiwis are just tough little bastards who don’t know when to quit.

but I’ve saved the most thrashtacularly metal feat of the Kiwi for last. Kiwis form bonded pairs for life (awww), and lay one to two eggs together per year. which, okay, does not sound like a lot. however, there is an important fact that needs to be brought into consideration:

yes, that’s a REAL FUCKING XRAY. HOOOOOLY SHIT.

the egg is fucking huge. like, up to 25% of the mom’s body weight huge. that’s completely fucking ridiculous and it’s upsetting to even think about. 

but that big egg makes a big, well-developed chick who comes out of the shell ready to stab you in the shin and sprint into the bushes. they’re literally born ready to throw down and are basically mini-adults. but still adorable.

continuing the family tradition!

unfortunately despite their badass ways, Kiwis are currently still under threat from introduced predators. the good news is that Kiwis are loved, celebrated, and protected by New Zealanders. (who are justly and rightly invested in their national bird, shin-kicking quirks and all)

there are many conservation programs in place for the embattled Kiwi, and its weirdness is a light that won’t be going out anytime soon.

shine on, you little weirdos, shine on.

thanks for reading! you can find the rest of the Weird Biology series here.

if you enjoy my work, maybe buy me a coffee so I can caffeinate myself into the 5th dimension.

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The Art Of Madame Gina’s Private Flower Garden 

“But the answer’s no, because I already have a bet going here. I bet myself that if a certain man ever comes to visit when I’m in my garden, we’ll fall in love. But the fool only comes to the restaurant at night.  He never emerges in the daylight. Stupid… He left without landing. I lost the bet again.” - Madame Gina (Porco Rosso - Hayao Miyazaki 1992)

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I feel like Tony’s ego is the most legendary cryptid in the MCU

Because I heard reports of it for years. The images of it are usually blurred and easily dismissed as something else to anyone with a pair of eyes and it has yet to actually be proven to factually exist.

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senju tobirama | commission artwork by @pindanglicious

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history fucked me up

oxford was built and operational as a college before the rise of the mayans and cleopatra lived in a time nearer to pizza hut’s invention than to the pyramids being built

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how is this even ok

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somehow I got 95/20 on an assignment

I hope they never fix it and leave it this way forever