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"If you're not american, why do you even care-"

US-based company YouTube just nuked the government funded channel for HIV prevention in Germany. The channel is purely educational and had no prior (or current) violations.

Assuming you guys get elections again; if I see a single person telling non-US-americans to stay out of it, it's on sight.

(german source) As of writing, the channel has been reinstated due to public backlash, but is missing several videos.

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I recently reread the Cohort Intelligence Files, and I feel as a fandom we've not given nearly enough consideration to the possibilities of the year 9995, five years before the beginning of GTN:

17 year old Second Lieutenant Judith and 22 year old Marta are on the Leviathan-class ship Emperor’s Dominion and awarded commendations in within-system war games.

The twins turn 16, presumably with some pageantry (and the looming realisation that perhaps they will not be able to continue their ruse indefinitely).

Isaac and Jean, aged 8 and 9, make their cav vows, presumably while they are still attending school at Koniortos Court.

Abigail becomes head of the Fifth House and makes her husband/seneschal her cavalier (an action which is perhaps only allowed to slide because she apparently doesn't plan to stay in post for long).

15 year old Cam and Pal are two years into Pal's extraordinarily young tenure as Master Warden, perhaps beginning the first overhaul of the Spire in half a myriad.

Dulcinea stops making public appearances as Duchess of Rhodes.

Eleven year old Silas begins to learn how to siphon from Colum.

Harrow begins to puppet her parents, the last Cohort chaplains and construct adepts are lost in action, and the Ninth is closed to pilgrims (and in the Harrow Nova AU, Mortus steps down from his post and scarifies Ortus).

And presumably, John Gaius is running the numbers on the approach of Number Seven and his remaining numbers of Lyctors, and considering his options...

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i fucking love when people i followed for one thing start posting about their other interests /gen /srs

like yes my dash is mostly my fandoms but there's also random other stuff i know nothing about

so shoutout to all the lovely people on here im following who post about cars, or the outsiders, or their ocs, or object shows, or red dead redemption 2, or tf2, or solarballs, or fallout, or lethal company, or my little pony, or despicable me, or any of the other funny little things i get to see on my dash

no, you aren't 'cursing your mutuals' with your interests. i love to see them!!!

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im stacking extension cords on each other like theyre tinker toys. constructing a tower of babel in the name of the god of electricity. there'll be at least 100 outlets when ive hooked these boys up nice and good. ill never run out again

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Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

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PARIS WAS NOT NAMED AFTER PARIS HILTON YOU DIPSHIT

source?

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me: i don’t want to see jellyfish so i will blacklist the tag #jellyfish

people with no common sense: je11yf1sh, je11¥fi5h, j*llyf*sh, je//ÿf!sh, j3ï||yf¡sh, gel lee fisk

result: cannot account for the sheer amount of possible ways to alter the word jellyfish

conclusion: i have to see jellyfish now.

Once again, tumblr is not tiktok, tag properly.

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goading retribution

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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

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Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.

Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.

Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.

Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE

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they were like "ok we get it, maybe gquuuuuux is an intimidating name to pronounce, we'll make this next one easy for you. this is Fred"

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it's really funny that the gundam that immediately follows the uber-accessible witch from mercury is The Gundam for Everybody who Hyperfixiated on Every Single Minor Character from 0079 (Also It's An AU of That)

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i feel like we don't appreciate these days how much the twin towers sucked, like, design-wise

they were contemporarily hated for just being these giant grey monoliths

like there probably could've been an easier way to get rid of them, but they probably needed to go either way

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The problem with having a child with an attorney that has spoken to the child like an adult since birth is that she's 4 years old and she's negotiating the order in which we're going to complete tasks as a family to best suit her idea of an ideal day.

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btw it is SO funny to me that harrow the ninth sets up the question of gideon's parentage by obscuring g1deon's name through most of the book. and if you're able to piece any of it together early you're like hang on..... a lyctor named gideon.... who MUST have known commander wake...... biblically, dare i say........ and he's a ginger......... and then the actual reveal happens and it's like oh actually that's all unrelated. yeah wake did have a torrid affair with two people in the same body but that's not relevant to her pregnancy. you see actually there was a nefarious threesome and they stole god's sperm so wake could self-inseminate. yeah g1deon kind of just happened to be there. sorry

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Just thinking about the Sanctuary Moon fandom. I’d like to believe there’s an author out there crafting like. Canon-compliant, plot-heavy stories that are big on action and light (if not nonexistent) on romance. With good characterization and a real attention to detail for space travel, the fics are largely beloved by fans, many of whom go so far as to describe the fics as “better than the show.”

There’s just. Okay there’s just one little hiccup you’d need to know going into this body of fics. And that is that OP for some reason always includes a random SecUnit OC.