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i put “All I Want for Christmas is You” through a MIDI converter, and then back through an mp3 converter

the result is this garbage

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#sneef gif

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I can't stress enough how much the John Green debacle was an early example of how cancel culture and purity culture combine to make people feel righteously justified to engage in harassment.

John Green, during his time on tumblr, committed the heinous sins of...being neurodivergent and talking openly about it, earnestly interacting with fans in a very direct and unfiltered way, and writing about teenagers navigating first love and sexuality while he himself was an adult. The worst things he ever did were be a little cringe or misspeak, for which he was always prompt to apologize (often whether he really needed to or not).

Yet despite the former two being things tumblr claimed to love and the last one being true of 99.99% of YA authors, in this case a large segment of tumblr users steeped in the early 2010s resurgence of purity culture decided that these things were suspicious and predatory, and used that as an excuse to justify some truly awful behavior.

Which is really all that cancel culture is: the normalization and even celebration of the process of misapplying morality or ethics to dehumanize someone for the express purpose of justifying whatever pain and suffering you want to inflict upon them. Basically, deciding "this person is bad, so I am exempt from affording them basic respect and human dignity, and am allowed to cross any and all otherwise uncrossable lines in order to punish them without damaging my own moral or ethical standing."

Contrary to popular tumblr lore, the infamous "cock monologue" was not the sum total of the harassment, or even the worst of it. Callout blogs issued long lists of "receipts" about how terrible John Green was, most if not all of which were either taken out of context or completely refutable. His works were torn to shreds by people who'd never read them, as evidenced by much of the criticism being obviously and blatantly counter to the actual contents of the books.

Not that it mattered. Once the John Green hate party reached a certain level of critical mass, it became less about who he actually was or what he'd done, and more about proving you were a good person by hating him. That's the natural conclusion of cancel culture, after all: virtue signalling by identifying yourself in opposition to the cancelled parties. They're bad, and I'm good, so I hate them! Or, more often: They're bad, and I hate them, so I'm good!

Before it was over with, John Green had been accused, with no evidence, of being everything from a Nazi to a pedophile and subjected to hate mail and death threats. He eventually left the site for the sake of his own mental health, and because he no longer felt comfortable engaging directly with fans in the same way he once had.

Yet even now, with the benefit of hindsight, and even among those who ostensibly reject purity culture and condem bullying and harassment, very few on tumblr take what was done to John Green as seriously as it should be taken or condemn it as thoroughly as it should be condemned. Which I think is something we need to at least consider doing, given the increasing rise of purity and cancel culture online, and given the recent influx of professional creators eager to interact with fans on a more direct level than they have on other social media.

And my concern is not purely, or even primarily, for the Mike Flanagans and Lynda Carters of the world. I'm far more concerned, actually, for the small, independent or self-published creators in this space, and how much even a very small level of visibility gives too many people a feeling of carte blanche to engage in harassment.

I myself have less than 3k followers on here, a handful of popular posts, and zero notoriety or consequence outside of tumblr whatsoever, and I've been repeatedly told to kill myself for saying such innocuous things as "I don't think censorship is the cure for the world's evils" and "maybe learning the history of communities you want to participate in would be a good idea."

Thankfully, all it took for me to stop the harassment that came my way was to block those few individuals. But there have been many instances over the years of small creators or just random tumblr users that got a bit popular being stalked, doxxed, swatted, and harassed to the point of leaving the site and dealing with serious mental health issues as a result. It has never been just John Green. John Green isn't even the worst example. And tumblr has never learned its lesson.

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hermey the elf was transgender

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happy hanukkah to all! 🕍🕍🕍🕍🕍 chag sameach!

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I was so very productive in digital art class and made these soda ripoffs, enjoy

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incredible gender homie! can ı raw you?

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louis' accent returning when daniel starts questioning his story....jacob anderson i am platonically kissing you on the mouth

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Just thinking about how republicans are going after normie sex shit like "internet porn" and "dildos" now

we fucking told y'all

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a bunch of people are in my inbox rn asking me how to get a boring office job so here’s an answer

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I know Bethesda has the (well deserved) reputation of creating their games out of hacked together duct-tape-laden spaghetti code on an ancient quirky engine but I feel like FromSoft deserves their fair mention too. Bonfires aren't objects, they're a visual mesh with an invisible NPC standing on top of it that you "talk to" when you want to sit. Tons of enemies are just two NPCs glued on top of one another because they didn't know how to make an enemy have more than one attack that can fire off at a time. Winter lanterns' frenzy buildup attack comes from an invisible guy sitting on their heads shooting you with an invisible gun. Djura doesn't shoot you with his gatling gun, he just sits there doing nothing (with his cape sitting right around his ears due to how the game renders cloth physics from far away) because the actual NPC shooting you is the gun itself. Lothric and Lorian aren't two separate NPCs holding onto each other, they're one NPC with a second, invisible NPC glued to its back that takes damage on behalf of Lothric. Why? Because they couldn't figure out how to make one NPC ride on another one. They straight up went "We couldn't figure out how to make one NPC ride another, so we combined two NPCs into one and then glued another one to its back, simple." Really it's amazing how much of FromSoft's game design is just "we put an invisible guy here to do things because we couldn't figure out how to make the visible guy do it"

Even Elden Ring for all its advancements in mounts and whatnot has hilarious behind the scenes quirks. When Radahn does his meteor attack he doesn't track you, he teleports his horse underneath you and then aims at the horse

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the thing nobody fucking warns you about is that once you know literally anything about sewing or how clothes are constructed it immediately becomes impossible to buy clothes because 90+% of newly produced clothes that you can actually look at in a physical store are just hot fucking garbage. like what is even the point of buying something made of thin polyester blend with a shit ton of exposed lazily serged seams on the inside and weirdly large armscyes? its completely unrepairable and also not worth repairing because it’s designed to be disposable and half its flaws are unfixable without essentially re-sewing the garment from scratch and the other half are a ticking time bomb where no structural element is expected to last past the first failure. no fucking wonder nobody bothers learning to sew buttons or darn in this day and age!! theres no damn point because the rest of the garment is totally fucked by the time it becomes needed! *i am gently escorted out of the department store, frothing at the mouth*

but you watch enough historical costuming videos and its just like. “+1 skill acquired: making your own clothes! good luck, you’ll definitely be using it from now on :)”

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tencent: yeah we're developing faceID AI algorithms to identify people in protests and riots

everyone: jesus that sucks

tencent: also here's an AI art generator that can turn your selfies into anime!

everyone, apparently: fuck yeah let me get in on that

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power lines are crushed with the weight of four days of accumulated freezing rain in boucherville near montreal, canada, january 9, 1998

photo by robert laberge, via bbc archives

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that medieval peasant you’re trying to kill with hyper-pop is gonna make you clean and butcher a chicken and you’re gonna throw up.

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strange, weird media made by neurodivergent people with unconventional formatting and storytelling methods delivered in a way that is almost unintelligible but in a cool way is worth more to me than any marvel movie could ever hope to be. if you disagree with this no you dont

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murder? what murder? it was an act of mercy. you didn’t kill lestat. you spared him out of some fucked-up idea you had about love. where does the trash go, louis? you take the trash down to the street and some guys show up in a truck and they throw it in the back and then they drive it out to the middle of nowhere, right? no. they take the trash to the dump. and having lived two blocks away from the dump just outside of fishkill, new york, with my first wife, i can state with authority what else you’ll find there. rats. big fucking rats, the size of kevin durant’s sneakers. enough blood in them to bring back the dead. especially one in a trunk with locks on the inside. you knew it, louis. you had to. the biggest rat-eater of them all. [you couldn’t burn him] but claudia could. she stuck a pen in his neck, she recorded his last words in his own blood. the girl did not have a fucking problem tossing him on the grill, okay? was it raining, louis? you cursed her into the darkness. you chose lestat over her, time and time again. you don’t need a memoir, louis. you need a hundred sessions of emdr, you know the shit they put soldiers through when they see one of their platoon buddies get blown up in front of them? 144 years of life, and you’re still louis the pimp, paying a whore to sit in a room and talk with you