#daily news paper

[captainofthetidesbreath]

On a similar note, the Supernatural Breaking News meme was funny earlier on, but as it's coming to be used for literally every single bit of minor news and people are more and more going "this is always how I learn about news first" or "I get my news only through this meme", I am BEGGING YOU to not get your news primarily off random Tumblr users and memes.

Subscribe to the (free) email newsletters of the national newspapers of record, multiple of them to catch the spectrum. Do the same for your regional, specialty, or local papers, especially the dailies and the ones that are not tabloids or conservative rags. Tune into their daily and weekly news brief podcasts and shows.

Contribute to their circulation count by actually reading and listening to their coverage. If you means to do so, actually subscribe to these papers; journalism and news reporting requires financial support. If their reporting or coverage is insufficient or does something you don't like, consider writing a letter to the editor complaining about it; if their reporting or coverage is fantastic and does something you do like, considering writing a letter to the editor highlighting it.

Some of you act like news reporting comes out of thin air and keep giving credit to memes and Twitter reposts, then don't contribute any credit or support to the journalists and organizations that actually did the reporting in the first place. There is constant eulogizing about how journalism, local newspapers, and print news is dying—that reporting of non-conservative political leaning is getting smothered—and then absolutely none of you put any effort into getting your news anywhere that isn't a Supernatural meme.

[sleepiesttoken]

GUYS GUYS TODAYS THE DAY!!! NEW PICS AND VIDS COMING OUR WAY!!

[movedtodykedvonte]

I think it’s be funny to have a Spider-Man that is genuinely just a kid, not like a teenager or a kid who understands the gravity of his abilities but a kid who does heroics simply because that’s cool to a kid.

The gimmick is that the villains think it’s a gimmick and Spider-Man(?) fucks with them by acting like a kid to make ‘em feel bad or embarrass them only for them to realize he’s a literal child due to a forced team up where they like offer him a brewski afterwards and he’s legitimately like “Mr I am 9 years old, I just do this cause my aunt can’t take me to the park every afternoon.” And they grill him on adult things and he sits there just blanking cause he’s fucking 9.

[nyc-looks]

Ifeoluwa

”I’m wearing a blazer made by my friend Grace, her brand is called Purities. My top is from Daily Paper, pants were given to me by my older sister but she thrifted them, my shoes are the Bryant Giles x New Balance collab, and my bag is from Escama Studios. I keep my jewelry quite consistent and it’s also very sentimental to me. My mom has passed down so many pieces to me and I wear them every day. I also like to source my jewelry from vintage sellers and thrift stores. I want my style to feel consistent but still have an element of surprise.”

Oct 9, 2022 ∙ Seaport

[gears2gnomes]

It's a new week!

[dailyrothko]

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1959

signed and dated "MARK ROTHKO 1959" on the reverse oil on paper mounted on Masonite 38 x 24 7/8 in. (96.5 x 63.2 cm)

Photograph courtesy of Phillips Auctions

[daily-gabriel]

Day 23:Even flow

[alexturner2005]

today my mom told me "it's one of the strokes' birthdays...a guitar player...he's a jr" and i said "why do you know that??" the newspaper. it's always the newspaper. she has also told me about alex turner and matt helders' birthdays in the past 😂

[thebiggestwildcard]

I feel like clark should be like. minorly famous. not like bruce wayne famous or anything like that, but well-known enough.

cuz like, if you watch enough of a news station or wtv you'll start to see names over and over again and eventually you'll get used to their faces, and you'd be able to recognize them p well.

if you've watched cnn a lot, you might recognize names like anderson cooper, wolf blitzer, jake tapper, erin burnett (they have been burned into my brain . . . blame my parents) and I feel like that would be basically the same for clark.

like yeah, lois would definitely be recognized more often than clark, as she's most definitely won an award or two for her work, and just her overall style with writing and such.

but I feel like people who read the daily planet (and there's bound to be a lot of them . . . the daily planet seems like a fairly popular magazine, probably somewhere up there with nytimes or smth) and if you were to read enough of their articles, you would start to recognize a few names after seeing them repeatedly, like clark kent.

now, i'm not saying that he's gonna go places and ppl are gonna be like "omfg??? that's clark kent???" bc rlly who cares abt a reporter from smallville but I'm sure he'd be like in a grocery store somewhere and someone would like. drop their groceries and clark would help them pick it up (bc he'd totally do that) and then the person would look at him like . . . "aren't you clark? clark kent? journalist?" and he'd nod his head like yeah hahaha that's me and that would happen every once in a while bc yeah this is metropolis everyone's heard of the daily planet but not everyone knows what mr. ck looks like so.

this makes him totally notorious at galas and whatnot because the dumb white rich ppl honestly couldn't care less what clark looked like but everytime they hear he's there they start breaking out into a sweat because like. he's known to be ruthless whenever he wants information and does not hesitate to print whatever he wants and also like. never gets in trouble and when he does he always gets out (bc dumb rich guy bruce wayne always has a few bucks to spend on him) so like they're all terrified of him.

[xamaxenta]

Waking up and finding you still have mental illnesses is such a chore

[jorrated]

oh ye i also started teaching in my uni! yippie!!!

[thestuffedalligator]

One minor Dracula thing of note (and very, very, very mild Dracula spoilers) is that while Dracula was published in 1897, it isn’t set in 1897.

When is it set? I have no earthly idea. The New Annotated Dracula dedicates an entire appendix to figuring out what year the book is set, and it ends with a shrug and a “Sometime between 1887 and 1893,” and then takes the Watsonian explanation that Bram Stoker himself fucked up and got the phases of the moon wrong when he was transcribing the Harker Papers.

[loverofallthingssmart]

just wrote a sonnet. i now understand what shakespeare was on about

[captainsparklefingers]

And you know, I had another thought. It's a probably completely unrelated and wrong but as a nerd who knows a ton of random shit for no reason, I figured it might be fun to bring up.

So Quincy Morris knows what a vampire (or rather, a really hungry and murderous vampire bat) is and what they're capable of, thanks to the loss of his poor horse. But I can't help but wonder if there's another place where he could have heard the term 'vampire' in the context of humans dying.

The New England Vampire Panic, perhaps?

For those who don't know, the New England Vampire Panic (referred to here forth as the NEVP) was a mass hysteria reaction to a tuberculosis outbreak in New England in the 19th century. Before people knew what caused TB, one of the thoughts was that, because it could affect whole families, where people would gradually lose their health (in a manner not dissimilar to Lucy), that a deceased member of the family who'd died of TB was draining the life out of the rest of the family. Like a vampire.

We know now that TB is a bacterial disease and the reason it could infect a whole family was that it was highly communicable. One person gets it, the people taking care of them could easily get it, and so on. But the cause of TB wasn't discovered until much later in the 19th century, and during a time when the germ theory of disease was only just starting to take hold, and superstition and odd folk remedies still reigned (at least in parts), a dead family member draining the life out of others, while superstitious, didn't seem like the wild out there idea it does now.

Well, perhaps it did, because contemporary reaction to the NEVP was less 'oh shit vampires are loose in New England' and more 'hahaha look at these backwater superstitious fools, they think vampires are killing them.' This was probably do to the... creative methods used to deal with a 'vampire'. Turn the body over, remove and burn organs, make infected family members breathe smoke from the burning organs, eat the ashes of the burning organs...yeah. Needless to say, none of that worked, and was viewed at the time as being based in old superstitions and folk remedies.

Either way, the NEVP was in the papers, the term vampire was used, and perhaps our friend Mr. Morris read about it in the papers, this strange wasting illness believed to be caused by a supernatural force. And combine that with his one anecdote about the bat and the horse...perhaps he had a better idea of what was happening to Lucy as a result.

Or it could just be that he saw his horse drained of life. But I like to think it's a combination of the two, if only because it gives him the term 'vampire' as applied to people, and Lucy's symptoms do mirror those discribed in articles about the panic.

Either way, y'all should read about the NEVP, and its most famous incident, the Mercy Brown case, which occured in 1892. Dracula was published in 1897…so it'd be interesting if Stoker knew about these incidents and drew inspiration from them as well.

[dailymossman]

bdubs tiddy? b double ds? bahongadoubleo? boob?

[6] that's why they called him doubleo.

[imp id: bdubs is seen without a shirt with his god(s) markings/tattoos. he looks confused. another drawing of bdubs off to the side in jeans and a sweater appears to be thinking. "¿que?" 'what?' as he is confused about the ask.]

[firstelevens]

#42, sambucky!

42. "Hollow in the Ferns" by Craig Armstrong, from Far from the Madding Crowd

The siren of a passing firetruck jolts Sam out of what definitely wasn’t a power nap behind his desk. He shakes his head and blinks a few times until his vision clears, waiting until he can focus on the title at the top of Kamala’s essay. It’s fully dark outside now, and the fluorescents feel particularly bright in contrast.

The last thing he can remember clearly is marking a mistake in her introduction, but the paper in his hands is almost fully graded, comments in the margins and proofreading marks dotted throughout. He’s probably graded hundreds of these essays over the past few years, but it’s still mildly concerning that he could get through one on autopilot and not remember a thing.

He puts Kamala’s paper on the graded stack, scrawling her score into his gradebook before he turns back to the ungraded essays. He could swear that the pile has actually gotten bigger since he started, but before he has time to think too hard about that, his classroom door swings open and he almost jumps out of his chair.

With a scowl, Sam turns to the doorway to find an entirely-too-entertained Bucky Barnes looking back at him.

“How’s that grading going, Sammy?” he drawls, and the only reason Sam hasn’t hucked a rubber band ball at him yet is that he’s carrying two coffee cups and one of them might be for Sam.

“It’s going fine,” says Sam, as breezily as he can. “But if you’re in here keeping me from my work, one of those drinks had better be mine.”

Bucky holds out the bigger cup, and Sam takes it with an automatic thank-you. It warms his hands as he takes the first sip, and then it takes nearly all his restraint not to spit it out.

“What is this?” he rasps, holding the cup away from him and wrinkling his nose at it.

“Mint tea,” says Bucky. “You don’t need any more caffeine in you, Sam; you’re twitching.”

A week ago, Sam might have received this gesture with a sheepish smile and butterflies in his stomach. Today, it feels a little like an act of war: this motherfucker walked in with decaf one hour before the deadline for end of quarter grades.

Sam’s gaze moves to the cup in Bucky’s hand–black coffee, medium roast, like always–and for half a second, he contemplates snatching it.

Like he can read Sam’s mind, Bucky clutches the cup a little closer to his chest, which has the side effect of drawing the eye to his regrettably impressive pecs, and- and Sam does not need this kind of distraction right now.

“Thanks for this, Buck,” he says, because his mother raised him to be polite. “I should probably get back to these essays, though, so-”

“You can take five minutes, Sam,” Bucky says, and pulls up a chair in front of Sam’s desk like he’s planning to stay a while. “The essays will wait.”

Sam opens his mouth to tell Bucky that no, they very much will not, but his jaw drops a little bit as he watches Bucky pull the stack of essays towards himself and pluck a red pen from the mug in front of him.

“I- what are you doing?” asks Sam, eyes wide.

“Grading papers,” says Bucky. He only glances up from the essay for a moment. “Drink your tea before it goes cold.”

“Bucky.”

“Sam.”

“Barnes, put the papers down.”

Bucky sighs, but sets the stack of essays on the desk and looks up at him. “Sam, there’s an hour until your deadline and there are like, fifty papers here. What are you going to do, grade an essay a minute?”

Sam scrubs a hand down his face. He’s bone tired, running on caffeine and fumes, and he’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of him silently raging over the fact that all the teachers who pulled him away from his grading and planning periods are nowhere to be found when he needs help.

“Don’t you have your own grades to turn in?” he asks.

“I copped out and gave them a multiple choice test for this unit.” Bucky shrugs. “Took all of half an hour to grade. So can I help or not?”

“How do I know your grading will be up to my standards?” asks Sam, but he’s fighting the beginnings of a smile as he says it. “Have you even read the book?”

“Junior year, Industrial England in the Literary Imagination. We did Oliver Twist, too, but I’m pretty sure I just watched the movie for that one,” Bucky says, grinning. “And don’t pretend you don’t have a ridiculously detailed rubric tailored to this exact assignment; I don’t think I could mess it up if I tried.”

Sam takes a moment to wonder whether he’s really become that predictable, then hands over some blank rubrics. “No editorializing in the margins,” he says, “and highlight at least one area of strength in every paper, even if it’s got a failing grade.”

“Yes, sir,” says Bucky, saluting him with the pen, and if Sam spends the rest of the hour stealing glances at him between grading essays, that’s nobody’s business but his own.