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:D <3

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#me rn

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They're going crazy on LinkedIn

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Some of my favorite magic side effects:

-Nosebleeds. Never gets old.

-Coughing up blood. The good ol’ “cough into your hand and pull it back to see blood” also never gets old.

-Headaches. You keep fighting as your head pounds, desperately telling you to take a break. At first they fade within minutes when you stop using magic, but overtime, they become chronic.

-Fatigue. After a big battle, you stand triumphant, and then just fall asleep on the spot.

-In a similar vein, overuse causing you to straight up faint rather than just fall asleep. Darkness begins to overtake your vision in the middle of battle, unconsciousness abruptly looming over you.

-Any of the side effects happening to another person. Maybe two close characters are connected, and whatever side effects character A would normally endure are transferred to character B. When A uses a blast of magic B screams loudly because holy shit that hurt.

-Magic gradually deteriorating your mind. Using it too much eventually caused hallucinations and an inability to retain memories, or even larger scale memory loss. 

Feel free to add more, I’m looking for some to steal

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I think if you’re going to write period fiction about girls set somewhere in the last two centuries, you should read fiction about girls written during that point in the last two centuries.

For instance, I happen to have a couple shelves full of girls’ books from the start of the 20th century, and I can tell you that–at least in America–Acceptable Young Woman Protagonists of the time tended to do things like

drive cars (some books are about “auto clubs,” which is an especially fun window into the time. I wish I liked my car as much as these girls do theirs)

fly planes (mostly in books about flying, but not only that)

go to women’s colleges (MOST of them do this!)

run their own social lives, very much including dating

get jobs

And that’s not even including the spy/crime book heroines, who also tend to Face Down Criminals and Solve Mysteries and Save The Nation. Which…is not and was never intended to be realistic, probably, but was clearly acceptable in books for girls.

So I really question the Historical Female Characters who absolutely must carve out their own anachronistic ways to get anything done under the Oppressive Social Norms Of Their Time. Like…Betsy of the Betsy-Tacy books was having a fairly modern high school experience and planning to go to college and become a professional writer in the 1910s, with her family and friends’ full support. Maybe just move to Minnesota, girls?

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We need to lay more blame for "Kids don't know how computers work" at the feet of the people responsible: Google.

Google set out about a decade ago to push their (relatively unpopular) chromebooks by supplying them below-cost to schools for students, explicitly marketing them as being easy to restrict to certain activities, and in the offing, kids have now grown up in walled gardens, on glorified tablets that are designed to monetize and restrict every movement to maximize profit for one of the biggest companies in the world.

Tech literacy didn't mysteriously vanish, it was fucking murdered for profit.

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I don't think I'm a multiple, but in a similar way trans perspective can benefit a cis person, multiples have been great to learn from. Being able to widen the gap between parts of the cohesive self allows you to see inside and see what's very subtle. It makes you less taut, knowing you can.

Even in something simple like deciding what to cook for dinner when you're too tired, there's an impulse that cries out for care and an impulse that's frustrated to be doing this, and it'll sound odd but I tend to take a turn being each and negotiating with the other. The decision's faster and I end up feeling happier with it.

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calling a work of fiction "saccharine and masturbatory" to indicate that it is awesome. just like sugar and cranking off

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No fucking way LMFAO

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The only bathroom that is a safe space for women is the bathroom at the club and, in the EXCEEDINGLY, VERY VERY, INCREDIBLY RARE EVENT that a predatory man is using transgender identity to do inappropriate things then god help 'em but the drunk girls in the bathroom will tear that person down like a pack of wasted lionesses.

the idea of public restrooms as "women's spaces" continues to confound me. you know who I hope is in a public bathroom when I go in?? no one. I would prefer no one else be in the bathroom. and if someone else is in the bathroom I am going to ignore them as much as possible. I did not go into the bathroom to connect with other women. I went into the bathroom to piss and/or shit. it's a toilet's space, not a women's space. shut the fuck up and let trans people piss and shit in peace. let's all continue to avoid eye contact with each other and any and all interaction in the toilet's space.

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Honestly, a not-insignificant contributing factor to my mid-20s gender crisis is that I used to think I was viscerally repulsed by playing as male characters in video games, but eventually I realised it was literally just playing as smarmy brown-haired thirtysomething dudes with an emotional range running the gamut from dull surprise to generic rage that put me off, and basically every other sort of male player character was fine. It's just that this happened to be when the Uncharted series was really taking off, so a solid 50% of all male video game protagonist fit that mould! Nathan Drake sucks so much that he made me question my gender, is what I mean to say.

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I'm not convinced the writers of this game know where the vital organs are. This isn't the first time this has happened.

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The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag, the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

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