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This is so incredibly random, and I haven't posted on here in... years? Maybe? But I saw a post today talking about weaponizing boomers against bad business practices instead of letting them talk shit about employees in front of you (it was a great post, and I would link it if I hadn't found it on Pinterest), and I thought about my own experience in retail for a few short (long) months. During that time, plenty of people yelled at me for reasons varying from membership programs to pen placement - but what made the most difference was the people who would walk up afterward and take the time to say something like, "Don't worry, that wasn't your fault" or "I don't know what they're so upset about" or "You're doing a good job."

Small things. Tiny things. And all the verbal abuse that every retail worker has to suffer through isn't necessarily outweighed by it in terms of ferocity or urgency. But there is something so, so vital about being reminded that others' opinions are not based in actual reality. "Gaslighting" is a word that has become overused, but the psychological realities of being told over and over again that the customer is always right and then having the customer yell in your face over something absolutely ridiculous - it wears you down, not because you think your quality should be weighed by others but because everyone else is telling you that's the way it should be.

And you start to wonder if maybe it is. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I should be trying harder, and doing better, and somehow changing the amount of people who are working behind the counter during a holiday season except, oh wait, I'm not the one in charge of that. But the way that retail and all of capitalist America works is by placing the blame on the individual's shoulders. Responsibility for success or failure always belongs to the singular, not the plural. So when a few individuals take the time out of their precious day - filled with successes and failures of their own - to tell another individual that they are enough without having to do better, that has an impact. That has weight. Weaponize boomers, please, that's such a good idea. But remember to empower workers as well. Remind them whenever you can that they are more than what they can bring to a minimum-wage position. Because, at the end of the day, all anyone wants to be is -

Enough.

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Do You Love The Colour Of The Sky? 

Do You Know The History Of The Dream SMP? 

(speedpaint) 

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I love getting unaccompanied minors (kids flying alone) who so clearly just. Don't want to be here lol. Sometimes I get to know a little of their story, like their parents are divorced, or a family member died and they're heading to the funeral, but usually they just don't want to talk about it and that's fine. But I always treat the flight like it's a challenge to make them smile. I offer them snacks and soda but that's never enough, that's whatever, they could get those from an airport vending machine. Chump change. So then I tell the worst jokes. Just the most embarrassing, kindergarten teacher, annoying dad jokes you can think of. And those always get a groan, or a "Seriously??" And that's my in! Now I can say "Why, what's your idea of a good joke? No, come on hotshot, make your best joke, let's see it." And they hem and they haw but of course they eventually tell me their very best joke because kids are little competitive comedy goldmines. And it's always super funny, so I laugh, and that's where they slip up. Because you know what you almost always do when your joke successfully makes someone laugh? You smile. And I'm like. Gotcha. Rookie move. Now you're going to end up having a good time in spite of yourself. I win.

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i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment. 

every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change. 

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the truth of dares

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Boneless (?)

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what if people made human versions of iconic tumblr posts and shipped them

no. no no no

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This incorrect quote resonated with me.

The drawing started as a joke, but now I can’t stop thinking about Crowley who has a desk in hell and paperwork to do, but he absolutely hates being in hell and hates officework even more. He puts it off as long as he possibly can, years or decades, usually to the point of a higher-up crackling their way into his radio program, threatening to come up to earth and drag his ass down into hell themselves. 

But when he DOES go, he takes an ever-increasing determination to be as annoying as possible. He is the entire Malicious Compliance subreddit in a single being. He has to go shuffle papers around, but he’s not going to do so quietly. He emails everyone in hell (any demon who doesn’t use or understand computers gets a paper memo on their desk automatically) about pretty much everything he’s doing and how he’s doing it. He chugs coffee, red bull, and whisky the entire time. He basically turns every project or paper into an opportunity to annoy every demon in hell for the crime of making him come down to deal with it.

Each time, he ends up able to put the whole thing off for another couple decades, because nobody in hell actually wants him there anymore. But even with the other demons avoiding putting things on Crowley’s desk, he’ll inevitably have to come back down again at some point. But at least he has the courtesy to announce to all of hell when he has arrived… even if it means Beelzebub has to deal with a flood of completely unrelated field work requests from every demon in hell.

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There is a strange dichotomy in learning the sword. It is at once noble and incredibly base and vile. The best and worst in humanity, united and conflicted.

The sword is the worst of humanity. It is a tool designed solely for the purpose of destroying human life. The edge is too fine for utility, too long for craft, and too short to be useful for the hunting of game. The first sword ever crafted marked a turning point; that it was an effective use of hard won resources to craft something only useful for killing other humans.

 The sword is the best of humanity. Ingenuity and creativity coming together. Harnessing all four elements, earth, air, fire, and water, to create a sidearm well suited to attack and defense, yet convenient enough to carry by your side.

Swordplay is humanity at it’s worst. It is an art dedicated solely to the destruction of the human body. It is the most efficient means of parting flesh, tendon, and bone to the end of separating the immortal soul from the all too frail body. It is cruel, ruthless, and brutal. 

Swordplay is humanity at it’s absolute best. It is the passionate science. A small person can best a giant and a weak person can best a titan through careful application of the rules of distance, measure, and timing. It is an exultation in all that the human body can accomplish.   

It is a lump of metal and it is art.

It is a riot of violence and it is a dance.

It is ugly and vicious and horrible.

It is beautiful and glorious and magnificent.  

It is art and science joined in one.

The fact remains, any day with a sword in your hand is a good day. 

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My favorite thing about this episode has to be the fact that, as other amazing members of this fandom have pointed out, the whole party has basically yeeted themselves into a gigantic space-time portal of dooooooooooooom and left almost the entire cast of NPCs behind.  

And the funniest bit is, most of those people came here for them.  Like, at least the Kobolds have still gotten to fulfill their plans of broadening their view of the dangers of the world and tracking the LOLOMG, but Kiko, Friedrich, and Siggif were specifically paid to go to Svalbard, and their employers have just properly abandoned them all, leaving them behind with Earhart and an entirely new society to deal with (not to mention a quarantined ex-lover of Azu’s).  And of course, there’s Carnes and Barter, just trying to contain the sheer chaos that Alex NPCs create when left to their own devices.  And to top it all off, poor Sohra is there, waiting at the top of a hill for a council elder and a band of travelers that are unlikely to emerge. 

Can you imagine their faces when the LOLOMG returns a bit later after saving the world?  “Oops, I know you guys wanted to go to Svalbard and be part of the action and everything, and maybe do a little revengin’ while you’re at it, but we took a giant flower bulb shortcut to London, and it’s all fine now.”  Legendary.

But as awesome as that would be, I have a slightly different series of events in mind.  I am not saying that the Airship Crew riding a fixer-up airship (or perhaps, even a giant bear holding the weight of a civilization on its back) into battle as a deus ex machina for the deadly and climactic finale is a good idea, but it cannot be said that it is an impossible one.  

Just bear with me here (haha).  The crew swoops in to save the day, screaming into the wind, “You forget something, bitches?”  Just an absolutely crazy amount of NPCs whirling into battle with all their assorted talents and weapons, like claws, massive fists, and being bad at poker.  Kiko will cut down whatever blue vein freak is threatening Azu and casually say, “Oh, your ex is fine by the way, although he is a bit rugged.  I see you have a type.”  The Kobolds will rush into battle with their tiny claws tearing apart anyone who tries to harm their newly found friends, making sure to handle all the direct contact since they can’t be infected.  Siggif and Friedrich partner up against Barnes and Carter, both teams competing to see who can get the most kills, Gimli and Legolas style.  

Meanwhile, Earhart will steer the ship into an epic landing right in front of Zolf, drop down on a length of rope like the badass pirate she is, and just shout, “A captain always comes back for her crew.” 

Again, not saying this is what’s going to happen, but if it did, you better believe I’d be scaring all my neighbors with the amount of excited shouting I’d be doing.

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Paleolithic hand stencils from the cave at Lascaux, France. 25-30,000 years old.

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OH you want to talk about beautiful idiots?? You want to talk about absolutely gorgeous drapes with nothing behind them? You wanna talk about glorious aesthetic with no regards for intelligence???

respect the original thembo, they can’t even disrespect woman because they don’t even know what the fuck gender IS