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May you release the habit of being stuck, waiting for the "right time." May you start creating it with your choices.

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If you can’t think of anything to say about a fic, writers also like to know:

- what time it is

- how long you’ve been reading

- how many chapters you’ve covered in the last 24 hours

- what you were late for because you were reading

- the woeful few hours you have left to sleep

- the emotional outbreaks you’re experiencing

- the inappropriate place you’re having said outbreak

- the general public’s reaction to your outbreak

- how much phone battery you have left

#it means the world :')

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Agent Coulson Appreciation Post (4x13)

#*waves frantically from au sandbox* #SHE DESERVES TO LIVE WHAT'S LEFT OF HER LIFE ON HER OWN TERMS #THEY ALL DO #THAT IS EXACTLY RIGHT YES #the comm agent and the combat spec #philip j coulson you ruthless nerdy analytical dorky drama king of a hero. #agents of shield: it's funny what can happen when someone believes in you.

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Jon Ching (Hawaiian)

Transference, 2023

oil on wood

#i scrolled past and saw 'oil on wood' and scrolled way back up like w h a t #:o #art!!!

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A story about many things, but mostly about the love between mothers and daughters, through the generations: born and chosen, lost and found.

The wind picked up, bright leaves sighing against the baby blue of a breakable sky. Daisy glanced across at May’s still profile. 

“I’ll walk with you?” 

May glanced at her -- was that a flicker of surprise? -- and nodded. 

Coulson didn’t say anything, as they got out of the car. She saw them exchange a glance, brief and loaded and steady, familiar; May took the lead, hiking up the hilly ground. The flowers in her hand were splotches of color, her dark jeans and old leather jacket standing out stark against well-tended green. Daisy fell into step at her shoulder. 

She’d known that May came here every once in a while. Not often. May hadn’t asked them to come along this time as much as she’d made it clear she didn’t mind if they did. 

Daisy had negotiated her way into getting May to delegate some of her workload for the first time a few years ago, when there wasn't time for anything and May was busily pretending she wasn’t running herself ragged, trying to do a million things at once. She’d ended up on the phone with a list of florists local to various states, who’d made knowing aaah sounds when she said she was speaking on behalf of Melinda May. Lilies and roses, arrangements she didn’t even have to specify; she’d been handed a scrap of paper at least twenty years old, May’s spiky handwriting unchanged and the specifics unthinking in a way that told Daisy this had been routine for a very long time. 

They came to a stop; Daisy's breath stuttered slowly out of her lungs, in spite of herself. 

Continue reading on ao3.

#i was going to brag that i've finally posted something at a reasonable hour. but. #this is not. in fact. a particularly reasonable hour. #sigh #but i'm very excited about this one #and we're moving in chronological-ish order again! #this is a direct sequel to there's a patch of sunlight in my room. #will fix some little posting stuff in the morning because i am mostly asleep currently. #agents of shield fanfiction #aos fic #melinda may #daisy johnson #jemma simmons #leo fitz #family feels #gen fic #maydaisy #series: get out my machete and battle with time once again. #inkspinner fic

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“One of the most solid pieces of writing advice I know is in fact intended for dancers – you can find it in the choreographer Martha Graham’s biography. But it relaxes me in front of my laptop the same way I imagine it might induce a young dancer to breathe deeply and wiggle their fingers and toes. Graham writes: ‘There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.’”

— Zadie Smith (via campaignagainstcliche)

#reminders i need #writing things #to find again.

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“But to say what you want to say you must create another language and nourish it for years & years with what you have loved, with what you have lost, and with what you will never find again.”

— George Sefaris 

#oh. #i just opened tumblr there and kind of had to. pause #beautiful things #to find again.

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tired: mermaids are all women

wired: much like elves, merfolk are mistaken by sailors for being all women because they have long hair and are very pretty

#i love this

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writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.

#<3 #to find again. #art!!!

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Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1

The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.

So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.

So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.

Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.

And the probe is working again.

From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.

#!!!!

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This is what the fight is like

Sooo, apparently the extremely tenuous and recent nature of the LGBTQ+ community's legal right to exist was not actually super widely known to a lot of people on Tumblr?

Which clarifies some stuff in retrospect. I have so often wanted to grab people by their lapels and shout, "Stop picking on someone for not meeting your entry requirements! We need everyone we can get, you asshole! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THEY HATE US OUT THERE?"

Aaaapparently... no, they did not know. Or they knew and were a conservative psyop preparing the ground for our loss of legal rights. Fun times!

So: Look, it is bad. Shit is scary. They really do hate us out there. You're not wrong.

But: This is what we've always fought. This boat we're in with its antique fittings and strange markings on the floor is a battleship. Work has always been going on in the basements, and when shit gets tough, we clear away clutter and roll out the cannons.

I found this chart a couple weeks ago and hung onto it because it felt like the map to my first 25 years on this earth:

[Image description: A graph titled "Same Sex Marriage: Public Polls since 1988." It is from FiveThirtyEight's NYT column. It records the percentage of US Americans polled who would say yes or no to legalizing same-sex marriage, from 1988 to 2011.

The two lines begin with roughly 10% saying yes in 1988, and 70% saying no; the two lines gradually draw closer over the years, until by 2011, the percent saying finally dips under 50%, and the group saying yes makes a tentative reach for the majority. End of image description.]

After some great social change has happened, when everyone has admitted that gay marriage is very cute and Pride is a colourful parade, hooray, people like to pretend that it was just natural and inevitable and happened on its own. People just became less prejudiced! Courts just decided on a case! Governments just passed a law!

In reality, it was a vicious fucking fight, every fucking time. Every fucking where. There are a lot of people who deeply, sincerely believe that a hundred years ago, society had good rules about sex and gender and intercourse and marriage, and that changing those rules has made the world worse. They don't always agree on the specifics, but they can work together far enough to fight anyone with new ideas.

This is why we are a community. Even when we don't have the same experiences of attraction or identity, even when we don't do the same things, even when we have wildly different ideas of a good time. Because when these groups take aim, we're all under fire, and none of us is responsible for why they hate us.

In some ways I think it's a miracle that there seems to be a generation that did not grow up, as I grew up, constantly glued to news reports about What Percentage of Society Hates Us this month. I can't imagine who I'd be if my brain and heart and soul hadn't been tied up, that whole time, in the political question of whether I'd get to dream of a decent future.

I think that it will give us strength to have people who can imagine a world where no one hates us. Who believe in it so strongly they can taste it. That's my prediction: If you didn't know this was coming, you'll be a boon to us, because we have always needed joy so fiercely, in this fight, to keep us going on. We have needed drag queens and punk bands and "her wife" and safe space stickers. Parade floats and wedding days and little dogs with rainbow collars, badges and banners and meetups, because more than anything else we need to fight our own despair, and our fear that the world will never get any better than this.

It will. We know it will. We can taste it.

Look up to the history, organizations, and people who've got us this far for information on what forms of activism will actually advance our political goals. Look to the side to make sure the comrades within reach are keeping their heads above water, and that you're keeping enough joy going to stay alive. Look back to see who's more vulnerable than you are that you might have forgotten or been tempted to leave behind. Look after each other. Look after yourself.

We can do this.

To your battle stations.

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some of my favorite replies to this tweet. happy lesbian visibility week!

#<3333333

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I’ve been doing some field work with geologists this winter and I’m kind of amazed by how these dudes can pick up a handful of dirt and talk about it for an hour using terms I’ve never heard of. Like wow you see a whole universe in there that I don’t. The world is truly full of beauty and we only comprehend a fraction of it.

#beautiful things

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Reblog art guys. Seriously.

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gomu gomu of your eye

#one piece: so long as there are those who dream... #monkey d. luffy: what kind of king will you be? #i'm going to faceplant right back into this world at some point i just know it

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@shaunbacon made me choose: season 4 or season 7

“Phil, we are who we are. Flaws and all.” “And you’re fine with that?” “Yeah. I am.”

#.....damn #the only way i can think to put it is..... #there were a lot of mays in s4 #or well. something something dimensions of reality? planes of existence? fabric of reality bunching #overlapping #distorting #constructed? #virtual realities #replacements #what makes a person who they are? #coming home to your self but also your reality... #for someone who has worked so hard to make her world but especially herself into what she needs to be - #who spends years deciding what she *wants* #what exactly does it mean for your world to be yours? what if coming back to the one with so much pain is the one that means coming home? #oh idk what i'm saying but it's so interesting to see it like this #imma have to come back to this #gah i have to rewatch s4 again. properly. i skipped so much of it lol there were so many little things that BOTHERED ME #but this is actually so interesting #oh well #aaaaah bc i don't have enough wips already #melinda may: i think the point of this is to forgive yourself. #agents of shield: it's funny what can happen when someone believes in you. #fic bunnies #T-T