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So. I am working on a seamless 12 inch figure of James Bucky Barnes right now, and finally got in the last thing I needed to (hopefully) pull this off. Today’s progress is the silver for his prosthetic arm. Working on airbrushing on the first layer of seal coat today. Then I will let it cure for a day or two before tackling the plating details.

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Not quite as chrome as I was hoping, but it is a bit more metallic than the Hot Toys Winter Soldier figure, so I consider that a win. Crossing fingers that the rest goes as well in real life as it does in my head. lol.

therobotmonster:

transastronautistic:

cryptognomicon:

sneakyfeets:

superggrace:

angstycatthatlikestea:

the-real-ted-cruz:

no other social media platform has lore quite like tumblr’s

the gods that haunt this place are unlike any others

I just saw a tiktok comment saying that tumblr right now is like a place recovered from being irradiated

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Sign outside Tumblr: “This place is not a place of honor. No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. Nothing valued is here. …”

id: screenshot of tags reading “the wildlife carries on in the ruins like nothing ever happened”

Sometimes you can hear voices from the trees…

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Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

purge of 2002? of 2012? what ARE those?

olderthannetfic:

dirtydragonthoughts:

elfwreck:

wrangletangle:

naryrising:

fanfictionanthology:

systlin:

persefv:

systlin:

systlin:

Oh, how quickly the past is forgotten. 

They are part of the reason A03 is a thing now. Not the whole reason, but part of it. 

The Great Purges of 2002 and 2012 are when ff.net got a wild hair up their ass about THINK OF THE CHILDREN and nuked any fic posted on there that was explicit. Thousands upon thousands of nc-17 smutfics were lost.

It’s what led to the creation of alternate hosting sites for smutty fic…AdultFanfiction was the one I went to…but thousands of fics would never be recovered. 

Shit like the Great Purges and the Strikethrough of Livejournal eventually led to fans banding together to create A03, which I would have absolutely KILLED for when I was 15.

Back up ao3 was created by fans?

It’s…right on the main page. 

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I love this because I will bet you that persefv has read that bit we are all so inundated with hyperbole and advertising that says that the consumer is somehow in charge of whatever product they are shilling that we all just assumed this was another sales tactic.

But we’re not even… selling anything…  *quiet sobs*

No ads. No subscriptions. No data selling.

We are the definition of “what it says on the tin.”

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Is there any way to spread this info? 

THE OTW WAS CREATED BY FANS SO WE’D HAVE AN ARCHIVE THAT WASN’T SUBJECT TO CORPORATE REVIEW. 

Nonprofit, so that nobody could ever say, “this isn’t making enough money; it’s getting shut down.” (See: Geocities, Quizilla, Figment, G+.) With lawyers involved and a firm awareness of the legalities of fanfic, so nobody would decide “we’ve gotten a nasty letter from a megacorporation with lawyers, so we’re hiding because we can’t afford to face a lawsuit. (Jedi Hurtaholics, Trevizo’s Millennium site.) With teams, so that an argument between co-mods didn’t result in the destruction of a whole archive. (Gryffindor Tower, Detention.)

AO3 IS OUR SITE.

It is by fans, for fans. Fans do all the coding. All the legal paperwork. All the abuse/tos violation complaints. Fans make all the choices about policies. Fans decide how to run the fundraisers. Fans write the blog posts. All the volunteer staff are fans; all the people who train them are fans. Fans wrangle all the tags. 

(And the other OTW projects, too. Fans manage the entries at Fanlore. Fans run the Open Doors project. Fans publish Transformative Works and Cultures.)

EVERYONE WORKING FOR THE OTW LOVES FANDOM. Wants it to survive. Wants it to be awesome for everyone.

(Knows that it can’t be awesome for everyone; some approaches to fandom just clash hard. But they strive to minimize those clashes as much as possible, because they love fandom.) 

AO3 is not some company that decided, “we’ll make a site for fanfic and then…” I don’t know what people are thinking is the reason. Money? Data harvesting? Tax shelter? Amusement and pity?

Nope; AO3 was fans saying, “Livejournal sucks; we’re tired of this fucked-up ‘rebuild every three years’ garbage; WE NEED TO OWN THE DAMN SERVERS.”

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That’s the “of our own” part of the name. OTW isn’t a “them” running the site “for us.” It’s “us” making places for “us” to share what we love with others of “us.” 

This this this.

I was there for all of that shit, and AO3 is a godsend. If you enjoy or create fanworks, support AO3, donate if you can, and remember why it’s there in the first place!!

Fandom history really does get lost quickly. For current 20-something fans, AO3 has always been there.

vanfryingpan:

dyllpiccle:

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Don’t let them bury me as someone I’m not.

If you are trans or nb, and you want to make sure your wishes are respected in death, I ask that you please watch this video. this might get buried in the notes, but i’ll be glad if anyone sees this. You have rights. simple as that, and Caitlin Doughty made this video to share with you all of your rights and how to make sure that your wishes are respected.

mysteries-archive:

While remembering the members of the LGBT community who we have lost, it’s also important to remember that we can help our living members as well. Rainbow Railroad is an organization to help LGBT refugees find asylum in countries where their identities are not criminalized. Many countries still have strict laws against being LGBT, and in some countries, it is still punishable by death.

Some people who have immigrated with the help of Rainbow Railroad have said that they heard back within hours of initially reaching out, so the help they receive is immediate. They have different ways that you can help on their website, and of course word of mouth is a very powerful tool.

keystone-expression:

thatautisticadhdfeel:

dammitjean:

dammitjean:

breakingbowties-deactivated2021:

something about aba therapy that i feel is worth noting:

aba therapists are the only type of therapists in the united states that are not required to have a college degree in order to practice. the vast majority of aba therapists i’ve met don’t have one.

then what are the requirements, you may ask?

be at least 18. have a high school diploma. complete a few hours of general training.

that’s it.

they’re also allowed to teach your child literally whatever they want. i saw a video of someone the other day who was put thru aba as a child. they were obsessed with the color blue, so what did the aba therapist do? gave every child in their class except them a blue piece of paper for weeks until they stopped crying about it. aka, until they were too numb to the emotional pain of being left out to react anymore.

i guess the end goal was to make them…not like…the color blue anymore? like, seriously. what was the point of that???

they teach children to smile on command even when they don’t feel happy. they teach autistic children not to stim - something that has been proven not only beneficial but necessary for autistic people’s wellbeing.

they can withhold water, food, or affection from your child until the child complies with whatever behavior they want them to complete. i wish i was joking.

this is literal child abuse.

the only therapy that does not require a degree to practice, abusive as hell, manipulative, they are literally allowed to teach your child whatever the hell they want…and yet it’s also the only therapy for autistic children that is covered by most insurance companies.

make it make sense.

When you watch ABA training in action, you realize that it’s dog training. It’s dog training a human child who can’t advocate for better treatment or more respect. I hate it with every fiber of my being.

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Hoolyyy shit @thisqueerchipmunk - this is blowing my mind

This should be required reading for neurotypicals

@bonny-swans

dycefic:

writing-prompt-s:

You have been sentenced to death in a magical court. The court allows all prisoners to pick how they die and they will carry it out immediately. You have it all figured out until the prisoner before you picks old age and is instantly transformed into a dying old man. Your turn approaches.

I think I’d have minded less if I’d committed a truly heinous crime. Something that warranted death. Or even if I was the kind of person who would enjoy flinging a last defiance at my execution.

It was all just a show, anyway. They did it every year. They brought out a selection of criminals, and the Sorcerer who ruled us showed his power by bringing about their deaths by magic. Just to show, every year, what happened to anyone who crossed him.

There was a time, probably, when the people he executed really were rebels or assassins. In latter days he had to take what the dungeons offered. I was dragged up in chains between a pickpocket, sobbing in terror, and a man who’d killed another man in a brawl. There were few criminals of any note, by then. So instead of choosing the wickedest criminals, they chose based on appearance. The man who’d been in the brawl had a face like a clenched fist, and looked like a ruffian. The pickpocket, aging and with hands beginning to tremble, was a different kind of example. As was I.

“There aren’t many pretty ones, this year,” the man who chose me had said, examining me. “But this one will do. Not young, but not old, a woman, well-favoured enough for the gallows… what was her crime?”

The warder shrugged. “She tried to kill one of the sheriffs.”

The man looked down at me and I shrugged. “I hit him with a washing stick, because he tried to extort money from me, and he was a baby about it.” I refused to treat this as anything but pathetic, even after my sentencing. “I didn’t even break any bones.”

“Treason, then,” the man said, nodding. “Attacking the servants of the law. That will look well on the list. Send her.”

I had been debating ever since what to choose. Something quick? Something painless? I considered demanding that I suffer the attack I supposedly made on the sheriff, but then I realized the Sorcerer would only give me what the man had said I was going to do, and that was not a pleasant way to die. I had all but decided on something swift and relatively painless. Beheading with the sharpest of blades sounded good. It would be quick. 

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