#putting the language in “programming language”

[queen-susans-revenge]

The specific land back program that I support in the Bay Area is the Sogorea Te' Land Trust. It is a fully voluntary program whereby landowners, like our family, living on what was originally Ohlone/Lisjan land can donate a "tax" (again, this is voluntary, but they have a calculation for suggested amount).

What they've done with the money:

They maintain a quarter-acre site in Oakland where they have a ceremonial space, food and medicine gardens, water catchment, filtration, and storage, first-aid supplies, tools, a seed saving library, and an emergency community response center

They are also working on restoring about four acres of redwood forest that was put under their control by the City of Oakland: you can read a whole case study about that here.

They have a language revitalization program to encourage new Chochenyo speakers and to provide "experiential training of specific Ohlone cultural practices such as tule gathering and weaving to embed the language learning in action."

So obviously there's nothing in here about kicking out all the whites or whatever. It's all voluntary. They're doing really good work, and our household proudly pays our "tax." Other land back advocates might mean other things by the phrase, but that's how it's being put into action where I live.

I have a genuine question about the land back movement that I haven’t seen addressed. This is a genuine question. I’m not trying to gotcha anyone.

I’ve seen a couple of people on tumblr say that the end goal is all the land being back in indigenous hands and make new countries or regions or something similar along tribal lines but I’ve also seen these same people saying they don’t want to kick non natives who already live here out.

So if these new systems want to function as democracies and not as countries run by a small racially defined group then wouldn’t most elected officials in these new systems still end up being white people that might not agree with native values? So at that point has much been done at all?

Or is this not the goal of literally anyone and those few people I saw are a crazy minority in the land back movement? Some googling didn’t really clarify much for me.

Again, I’m just confused. Maybe there isn’t an end goal. I dunno. It’s just that when I run across people discussing this stuff they often act like the answers are obvious instead of explaining it to me.

[howtodisappear444]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄?

thunderbolts* fanfic! (bob reynolds x oc)

🥧 ˖ . ݁₊💌 ˖ . ݁₊⚡️

| summary: Mara De Fontaine was the first test subject for Project Sentry. After unknowingly being scrapped from the program, she soon wakes up in the Red Room with little to no idea as to how she got there in the first place. She began questioning her mother’s motive, finding herself on a journey to understand why the project failed, or if it ever really did.

| author’s note: hi loves!! (first and foremost) I haven’t written a fanfic in over year so I’m a little nervous about posting this loll BUT I do hope you give Mara and Bob’s story a chance. as of current I do not have a writing schedule since I’m still playing around with the plot itself.

all credits to marvel and their own characters! this story will CONTAIN mature contexts and topics—I’ll always put a warning before every chapter begins.

english isn’t my first language so apologies for any future errors. I hope you enjoy reading Mara and Bob’s story just as I do writing it :)

| don’t HESITATE to comment/leave suggestions I’d love to hear your thoughts!

for now here’s a little preview/prologue to What Are We?

| creds to @houseofaegon for these moodboards! 💝

but all my life I’ve been looking for this

it seems fitting that things go to hell

now that I’ve found it…

- lizzy mcalpine

“there it is again, that funny feeling”

00 | prologue

IF there's one thing Mara is so sure of, she isn't her mother. Valentina, who feeds on greed, power, and anger, so much anger misplaced towards her daughter.

   Fighting was something Mara had become accustomed to growing up. Shouting echoed, rocking back and forth around the walls like a routine. She grew up with the idea that it's normal for parents to raise their voices at each other.

  

   It didn't come as a surprise when her parents got divorced. The signs were overwhelmingly obvious, and Mara knew they'd eventually reach that stage of their relationship.

 

   What she wasn't expecting was feeling something she had resented never to feel and practice—anger. It felt like a sin, so tempting to repeat over and over again.

  

   Mara's father, Everett Ross, entails rather a different story. He supported her dreams and tended to her childhood nightmares, soothing Mara with stories that filled her belly with happiness.

  

   Everett was always present at his daughter's school activities or performances. Never missing out on fear, he won't be there to watch Mara grow up as he grows old.

  

   Except that stopped eventually, sooner than he anticipated—parting ways from Valentina, who filed for the divorce. Since then, he hasn't been able to reach his daughter or Valentina.

—

   SENIOR year of high school came relatively quickly for Mara. College applications were submitted from left to right, majoring in Law, she hopes to get into Yale.

   She dreaded high school. Mara often sat in the library reading or writing to pass the time during lunch breaks. If she's not busy with her hobbies, you'd find her comfortably enjoying a bucket of popcorn in the movie theaters.

   Her love for films was something she got from her father. Mara had tried to get a hold of Everett a million times, but it's as if he didn't exist.

   Nonetheless, she continued to excel in all her classes. Never missing a day of school unless a new movie or a book she's been anticipating releases.

   Mara sat in bed every night, staying up late learning and researching Yale's Law Program. Although the results don't come until Friday, her gut tells her she got in. She has to.

  

   Of course, Valentina had other plans for her daughter. After coming home from work one night, her eyes held a mischievous look upon seeing a blue envelope sitting vulnerably on a wooden table.

   Opening the letter ahead, bold letters appeared proudly granting Mara De Fontaine a full ride based on her academic achievements.

   Valentina scanned the letter once again before denying the offer herself.

—

   A cold Friday morning greeted Mara as she woke up. She has never felt so anxious and excited at once, as the results can come in any minute now.

   Mutterings of "I got in!" from her classmates danced around her throughout the day, making her restless as she waited for her lunch break.

   And so the hour came, as usual, she sat comfortably in the library. Mara typically reached for her current read or journal to write, but she couldn't contain her excitement; instead, she reached for her laptop.

   "We're deeply saddened to hear you deny your acceptance and won't attend this year's law program. We wish you nothing but the best, and we hope to hear from you again in the future.

Sincerely,

Yale's Law Admissions."

—

   "OH, there you are, Mara! You're just in time. I made dinner reservations for us, and we're heading out in a few minutes. Remember to smile and be polite, cameras could be everywhere."

   "Why?"

   "Why what?" Valentina replied cluelessly.

   Mara's voice softened yet laced with pain,"Why did you do it, Mom?"

  

   Valentina scoffed, "You're accusing me of something I don't know about Mara. How can I do something without ever knowing what it is in the first place?"

   "You denied Yale's offer. You went behind my back, knowing I got accepted. God, I was so close to leaving this place, and here you are again, holding my life back, it's like I have this leash around my neck and it's suffocating."

   "Oh, that." Valentina now stands face to face with her daughter. "You're going to become a lawyer, then what? You kept refusing to be a part of my O.X.E organization, so I denied their offer because you can be more than that, Mara. You can be powerful. A hero. Save the world shenanigans."

   "What if I just want to be Mara? Has the thought ever crossed your mind? I don't want to save a world that has failed me long enough. And if this you advertising for your Sentry Project, you've gone insane."

   "Don't be stupid, Mara. I may not love you, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you—."

   "If becoming the first test subject for your new project will make you love me, I'll do it. If sacrificing myself will equate to you showing just an ounce of love for me, I'll do it, Mom."

   Valentina's face shows no reaction. Only a subtle nod and a taint smirk appeared. If you're observant enough, you'll be able to notice it.

   "Sure. You can be the first test subject, Mara." She replied with no hesitation.

   "Will you finally love me after this is over?" Mara remained hopeful to a figure who holds no hope for this relationship to work.

   Her mother didn't provide a verbal answer. Instead, she kissed her forehead–giving Mara a glimpse of what it's like to feel wanted or perhaps love, before exiting the living room.

   If Mara is sure of one thing–she is her mother. She's becoming the figure she resented growing up. Returning to an old sin, she was sure she had cleansed and prayed for to go away.

   Feeding on anger may not be such a bad thing after all. Mara pondered over this idea quietly. Standing in the same living room, where she had promised as a child to never let it consume her.

if you’re reading this, thank you for taking the time to read my story. it means a LOT to me.

much love, mari ! 💋🦢

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Esmeralda "Falcon" Sanchez

Images by @/melodamage on X, @/penduluns, @/dreamsofrvens on X.

Basic Information

Other name(s): Esme, Falcon

Citizenship: Mexican American

Language(s): Spanish (Mexican), English

Place of Birth: Los Angeles

Date of Birth: 5th May 1997

Occupation: Pilot

Status: Alive

Physical Appearance

Eyes: Green

Hair: Black

Skin: olive, medium, warm undertone

Tattoo(s): none

Scar(s): Multiple faded small scars from different injuries. One deep scar on upper right thigh from shrapnel injury.

Face Claim:  Lydia Graham

Description: Esme stands at around 5ft5inches tall with an athletic build; she keeps on top of her strength training and general fitness but has well toned muscles. She is not overly muscular, but you can tell she works out. Her hair is short-ish in length, coming to stop just above her shoulders and straight, parted from the left side.

She is often found wearing a pilot's flight suit, undone with the arms tied around her waist. Underneath that, she wears tank tops or small t-shirts. With that, she will often wear combat boots with the laces wrapped around her ankles before she ties them at the front. When she is needed for her flying, she will undo the suit and become fully kitted out with everything she needs to pilot, with a pistol strapped to her leg in case she finds herself down.

Personality

Like(s): her rage room, mechanical things, taking apart the bike engine she has inside her rage room (not to be touched by anyone but her), birds of prey, bird watching, food, flying

Dislike(s): being grounded for too long, people who assert control over her without earning it, disrespectful people, the Federation, rain, colder weather, people who mumble too much, boats, the ocean, people not valuing her place and skillsets

Strength(s): exceptional flier, hawk-like eyes that can spot things from a fair good distance, strong-willed, good survival instincts, compassionate

Weakness(es): can be impatient, single-minded at times, tunnel vision, stuck in the past at times

Relationships

Parent(s):  Elena “El” Sanchez, Christopher “Chris” Sanchez

Sibling(s): Liam Mateo Sanchez (goes by Mateo)

Spouse(s): Keegan P. Russ (eventually)

Children: none yet

Affiliation(s): J.J (@deeptrashwitch) Beth (@stargazing-sapphire2) (more can be added, just ask me!)

Biography

Born to a Mexican-born mother and American-born USAF father, Esme was a child of the military and moved around a lot with her family. She was extremely close with her father, despite him not spending a lot of time at home, as she appreciated his time with more passion the less of it they had. She made every second count, as did her father. By comparison, her brother was not as close, and even resented him for not putting the family first. The two were also extremely close with their mother and loved her dearly, enjoying her cooking, her made up games, the creativity she brought to the home. She was a mother without compare, in their eyes, no one ever reaching the pedestal that they had put her on. And Elena adored her children.

When Esme was much older, she came to a decision that she would like to follow in her father's footsteps and become a pilot, however, she didn't want to fly jets or planes. Esme has set her heart on helicopters.

By the time she was 18, Esme had applied to join the US Army and completed the Warrant Officer Flight Program over an 18 month period. Her parents couldn't be prouder, but there was little affection or support from her brother, though he did not make this obvious. In 2017, the battles that would follow the Federation's first attack were some of Esme's first. A few years after that, whilst on leave, she visited her mother and brother in Mexico, just before the Federation attacked and claimed Mexico a part of its dictatorship. It was during this time that Esme had to hide her true occupation, while working to keep her family safe; she intended on escaping Mexico with them, heading towards the border to America where she knew fellow troops were holding the line. However, it was on this journey that they were captured by Federation soldiers, questioned and threatened. Esme refused to talk, unwilling to give in to their demands. It was at this moment that one soldier killed their mother in front of them. Her brother caved, begging them to take them in and that they would fight for the Federation. He gave his sister the grace to keep her secret safe, not revealing that she was with the US Army, or else that would mean her death, too. It was at this point that Esme and her brother were taken in by the Federation and became soldiers; Esme's talents as a pilot were clocked and she unwillingly, silently spent years biding her time for the right moment to escape. Meanwhile, her brother worked his way up through the ranks, gave in to their propaganda, and came to love the Federation. While stationed at a remote POW base, one that her brother was the overseer for, Esme found her opportunity to escape. A rebel attack gave her the opening and Esme stole one of the helicopters with the intent on flying to the nearest US-associated base.

She knew the risk that came with flying an enemy bird into US territory, but it was calculated and one she was willing to take; of course, with the lack of luck that Esme seemed to have, her bird was shot down. In its crash landing, Esme survived, but was injured, a jagged piece of shrapnel stuck in her thigh as well as a broken wrist, other grazes and scratches. She tried to patch herself up as best she could and waited, knowing that her former affiliate would send someone to check out why a singular enemy chopper was flying so haphazardly in enemy territory.

This was her first run in with the Ghosts, Beth (@stargazing-sapphire2's oc) was the one locate her and after a brief conversation, she had gained herself long enough to plead her case to Elias. Of course, there were records of her, records that stated she was AWOL. Given that snippet of truth to her story, Elias allowed her the benefit of the doubt. Not to mention, Esme had good insight a fraction of their enemy, and all information was helpful. It took a while for Esme to find her place, but she was glad to be back with the people she was supposed to have been fighting for from the beginning. She remains loyal to them, fiercely, but experiences a lot of grief over the loss of her brother, who still maintains oversight on many POW camps.

Divider Credit: me.

[storkmuffin]

who turn sons into fathers

disclaimer time: This is fanfiction written in the form of an analytical essay. If you disagree you are right and I am wrong, and every member of Ateez is an unparalleled genius of artistic perfection, okay?

San is trying to Do a Thing while on the promotion tour for Lemon Drop

In Korean script, that says, One and Only (in white) Free Bakku San (then in actual English, very positive). Free Bakku comes from 상견례프리빠꾸상 (Literally: Face that Gets Rejected on Sight by Parents at the Formal Meeting Between the Parents and Couple to Give Mutual Assent to the Engagement). They made a pun, swapping out the word 상 ( sang) with San's name, 산. I've said before that San is on a campaign to defy this moniker.

San made an appearance, along with Yeosang, on this girl idol's youtube talk show.

The staff on the show bring up the whole Free Bakku Face issue, and Yeosang immediately disavows the moniker for himself: You don't mean both of us?? In pink, the subtitle says: Swift Border Creation between himself and San. San says, "What do you mean, both of us??

Throughout this show, like he was with Narae Park on the other program, San is the most perfectly gentle, demure, well behaved boy you ever saw. For example, they don't provide him with an immediate place to put the trash that's generated in the course of doing the show and tell that's a part of this show's set up, so he quietly just puts the trash out of sight in his own pocket.

The subtitle put in by the totally won-over staff says, Tell Me How You Don't Fall in Love With Choi San.

In addition to being soft and well spoken, gentle mannered, and considerate of other people, the other thing San wants to push this comeback, hardcore, is that he's a great student. The Korean concept of academic excellence is not so much that it's a talent or a matter of intelligence. We think it's a matter of know how x effort. And Choi San intends for you to know that he is someone who can commit to and actually achieve studying a language very far removed from his own for 30 minutes every. single. day. He even shares his study notes! And he does have really lovely American pronunciation

The thing is!

2. Wooyoung is trying to do two things - one is the same thing that San is doing, and the other is to beat San at it, because that's how he does things.

Wooyoung is just going to skip the part where he auditions for Perfect Son in Law. I think his assumption is that he'll have the girl in hand already, and anyway everyone loves him, so why would the father of the bride object? But just in case, he wants everyone to know that he has fully mastery over childcare.

The title literally says, THE GENIUS OF CHILDCARE and they aren't talking about Yeosang.

He taught this little baby to say a word within about four tries!

He sings her a lullaby! And the editor, who fell in love with him, wrote an additional comment later that she drifted off to sleep while editing this bit because his lullaby was so soothing. (Girl it get it TOGETHER).

The baby is completely enamored by the end of this rather dull outing where this exceptionally docile baby is taken very good care of by a self-professed baby-care expert.

This kind of babycare content coincided with now famous death spiral of the Korean birthrate, and I'm actually still not sure that showing exceptionally hot men having a really relaxing babysitting session is actually going to change anything, but I do prefer this (beautiful men interacting helpfully with babies and not being lost or looking for a woman to help them) over the other usual content about the low birthrate, which is ugly old men yapping about what women aged 21-34 want or don't want, without ever, not once, inviting a woman, any woman, to speak.

[mariacallous]

The president can seize control of states’ National Guard units whenever he sees fit — even during peacetime, and even to simply back up Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents working to meet daily arrest quotas, a Justice Department lawyer argued Tuesday.

“That would be the president’s decision, based on all of the facts available to him,” Brett Shumate, the assistant attorney general for the Justice Department’s Civil Division, said when presented with that specific hypothetical scenario. Shumate was arguing at a court hearing about the fate of a temporary restraining order that would have briefly paused President Donald Trump’s federalization of California National Guard soldiers at anti-immigration enforcement protests in Los Angeles, but which the appeals court has blocked for now.

The brazen assertion of presidential power showed just how far the Trump administration is going to empower the president — and hints at what the president might do next.

Joseph Nunn, a counsel at the Brennan Center’s Liberty and National Security Program who focuses on the U.S. military’s domestic activities, told HuffPost after Tuesday’s hearing that the administration had offered an “unbelievably maximalist” position on Trump’s authority to use the military domestically. The stance, he said, was “completely incompatible with American civic traditions.”

The president’s deployment of thousands of National Guard troops and hundreds of Marines in California is the latest example of Trump working to erode a long-standing tradition that keeps the military from being used for domestic law enforcement. The Posse Comitatus Act of 1878 says the military can’t be used in that way, outside of specific exceptions like invocations of the Insurrection Act, which Trump hasn’t used.

California’s Democratic governor, Gavin Newsom, has sued over Trump’s mobilization of the state’s troops, and U.S. District Court Judge Charles R. Breyer sided with the governor last week, saying Trump’s actions had been “illegal” and ordering him to cede control of the state’s Guard back to Newsom. The Trump administration quickly appealed, and the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals put the lower court’s decision on ice, keeping the soldiers in Trump’s control. (Breyer is holding another hearing Friday about a potential longer-term pause of Trump’s federalization.)

Trump has threatened to deploy ICE for raids in major cities across the country, and the DOJ’s argument this week shows he thinks troops could come along.

And, notably, the memo Trump used to federalize California’s National Guard doesn’t say anything about Los Angeles or California specifically. Rather, it applies to any “locations where protests against these [federal law enforcement] functions are occurring or are likely to occur based on current threat assessments and planned operations.”

That memo’s language was “unprecedented in American history,” Nunn said. Even Abraham Lincoln’s invocation of the Insurrection Act at the outbreak of the Civil War applied only to Confederate states.

“The last executive to claim such a completely geographically open-ended authority to use the military domestically for law enforcement was King George,” Nunn added.

[ehc-on-ao3]

Wednesday Addams: Hacker Extraordinaire

It was no great secret that Wednesday eschewed modern technology in most forms, principally laptops and cell phones. While she logically understood they had their uses, the average teen (i.e. her peers) typically used either for mind-numbing entertainment, soulless internet validation, or somehow both simultaneously. Her beloved typewriter served her well enough and she was far too skilled to mistype and have to redo an entire page of work, a fact she was certain none of her classmates shared. She had gone on this long without being shackled to an electronic device; she was confident she would continue to do so long after she graduated from Nevermore.

Once word spread of her writing tool of choice, she was the subject of some good-natured teasing from her Enid's friends. At least, Enid had declared it was good-natured and that they didn't mean any harm. Wednesday wasn't as sure, considering they never stopped mentioning it, but did her best to ignore the slights to her supposed ineptitude. She wasn't inept. Far from it. She simply had zero need nor desire to use any such device, and that was despite Xavier gifting her a cell phone last year.

That all changed, however, with one small comment made during lunch one autumn day.

"Hell, I bet she couldn't even understand HTML, much less a real programming language."

Wednesday couldn't remember if it was Bianca or Yoko that had said that aloud (whoever it was, Enid had immediately told them to knock it off), having been immediately distracted by one part of the sentence: programming language. Specifically, language. While she had no use for the high tech toys others wasted so much of their time with, she did possess a vast interest in foreign languages, and was something of a savant when it came to learning them. Spanish, German, Italian, French, Latin, and Catalan were all part of her personal intellectual arsenal, and she was familiar enough with several others should she ever be stranded on the European continent for a considerable length of time.

Again.

So, in the interest of expanding her already-massive repertoire of skills once more, and potentially get her Enid's friends to finally lay off their continual unnecessary commentary of a non-existent weakness, Wednesday made a decision to master the language of programming and, by extension, modern technology. And soon discovered a problem.

Turns out, like spoken and written languages, there were multiple programming languages available, far too many to learn in any one sitting, so out of necessity, Wednesday had to narrow her focus. Knowing that most of her peers were shackled to their phones, she opted to start with whatever languages those used. Thankfully, despite the myriad models and types of phones available, there were apparently only two major categories: Apple and Android. Meaning she only had to learn two languages: Apple and Android. Should be pretty simple, right?

...it may take a bit longer than a week.

...okay, a month.

...damnation.

While Wednesday would never admit it to anyone, learning programming languages was more difficult than she had anticipated, having occupied nearly all of her time throughout the entirety of winter break. Still, she could admit it was time well-invested, especially the first time she remote hacked Bianca and Yoko's phones to send each other a stream of vomit-inducing love poems via their messaging apps. Seeing their mutual horror at the lunch table was immensely satisfying.

The only question that remained was what to do next?

[color-palettes]

i dont know how someone would figure this out, but do you know what color appears the most often in palettes on this blog?

no but that sounds like a fun programming project!

[what-bot]

Kevin: Hey, grammar check *shows code*

Tron: What the hell does this mean? It’s complete gibberish, I don’t-

Kevin: Wait hold on. *Adds a bracket* There you go

Tron: Ohhhh. Now it makes sense.

[cosmogyros]

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[dazzelmethat]

Transfemme-ish song I found a bit ago. So beautiful. An english translation was added recently. Thought I'd share for pride month since I couldn't find a post already on tumblr.

It's such a personal sounding song.

In an important note: in the comment of the video Harumaki mentions that while they usually they usually tune Miku Hatsune to sing it was important that they sing it themselves for this 10th anniversary of posting music online.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

also wait random ass poll out of curiosity cause ive been thinking abt it lately

(to be clear im not talking about other silly nicknames like "church boy" or whatever as much as i love those lol, i'm talking strictly in the sense of shortening his original name)

[scolek]

yknow when i saw the squiggles appear i was prepared for the worst. i thought it was going to tell me that it should be "the Paris" or something. but. huge W for googly docs today.

[ponyatowski]

so ive been to london for the (kindof) very first time as a conscious human being and man it is like. i can’t articulate all the feelings ive been having but its making me REALLY emo because Wow heres a city that seemingly works!

[lightning-chicken]

*sprints to your inbox*

I SMELL WIPS AND I WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S COOKING IN KEY'S KITCHEN

HI FINN! :D

time for a wip breakdown post:

digital reflections au - explained in this post. short version: jay is replaced by an npc clone of himself (called superstar rockin’ jay) during s12 and is abandoned in prime empire by the unaware ninja. two oneshots have been planned; one has been written and posted here, and the other’s about halfway done.

putting the puzzle pieces back together - my take on what happened to jay post-merge! written post-leaks and pre-teasers so it’s all based on the fact that jay has amnesia and he’s working for the administration (which, in my au, is an agency dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge and using it to keep the other realms in line). it’s been a project of mine for a while and i cannot wait to share the rest of it (especially what i have planned for jay’s powers)!

my currently-unnamed groundhog day au is based on the concept of the film (time loops), but not strictly the plot. kai and nya get stuck in a time loop during the finale of s7, and have to work with each other, their newly-returned parents, and the ninja to restore time to its natural state. i have a couple of scenes planned for this but that’s about it; i’m trying (emphasis on the word trying) to finish my other projects before tackling this!

and finally: my other prime empire au that’s been in the works since… *checks notes* july 2022?!? it’s gone through many changes and rewrites due to the fact it’s heavily science-fiction inspired and therefore requires a lot of lore-building to make sense. it’s a prime empire au, but in the loosest sense possible: there’s a video game called prime empire, some people get trapped in it, and jay gets separated from the ninja - but that’s about all there is in common. unfortunately i can’t say too much about it, given the fact that there are certain plot twists that change the trajectory of the entire story and are therefore spoilers.

[monotonous-minutia]

kid at work yesterday asked me why I “always dress like a fruity little farmer” and I think I’m adding "fruity little farmer” to my list of personal taglines that will eventually go on a line of t-shirts

[froggybangbang]

I'm trying to choose a programming language to learn and I'm a bit lost as to which is more fun to use

Seems like java, ruby, and python are my front runners, but which would you duggest, tumblr? (I'm looking more into back-end programming, but all answers are welcome! I'm truly at sea)

Please share so i can reach outside of my bubble😅🙏