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when canon gives you an underdeveloped character and you just have to make do:

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Hello y’all! I’ve been a part of an ATLA charity fan zine that benefits the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund! I would greatly appreciate it if y’all spread this around and helped out such a vital cause.

This link is: https://linktr.ee/yipyipzine

#palestine #das what avatar is all about ❤🙏

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anyone who still supports israel at this point is simply pure evil. we don't use that word enough. because that's exactly what it is. pure unadulterated evil.

I will never forgive, and I will never forget.

idgaf what you think about me or give a flying fuck if your poor little fee fees are hurt.

I will no longer debate or even acknowledge these people. Ya'll getting deleted and blocked on sight, so don't bother throwing your temper tantrum. go change your diaper. go jump off a cliff. I am done being nice.

I am simply fucking done.

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people refuse to see the violence it takes to maintain the status quo as such and instead fear the hypothetical violence it will take to destroy it. they see the current order of things as a state of stasis and inaction, instead of as a violent order upheld by constant action, which can be undone by action

#palestine

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#غزَّة.

#طوفانُ_الأَقصى.

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#palestine #i will wait for queue

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[Video ID: The video shows two women singing on a boat, taking turns. The woman on the right is Sofia Adriana, she starts singing a traditional Spanish song often hummed while baking bread, called Panadera. Then the woman on the left , Palestinian Singer “Terez Sliman”, follows by singing the Palestinian song 'Ya Talleen Al Jabal'. Both women show harmony and synchronization in their singing, clapping their hands on the boat to create music.]

"Ya Tall’een Al Jabal " - "يا طالعين الجبل" , a song from the Palestinian heritage was sung by Palestinian women in coded language to their imprisoned husbands and relatives in British prisons during the 1936 revolution to tell them resistance fighters would soon free them, while disguising words with the letter "L.". While "Panadera" in the Spanish language means baker, it is a traditional Spanish song that women sang during the baking process. The movement of the hands in rhythm represents the baking process.

"يا طالعين الجبل" أغنية من التراث الفلسطيني كانت تغنيها النساء الفلسطينيات عند زيارة الأسرى في سجون الإحتلال. كانت النساء يضفن حرف اللام بين مقاطع الأغنية للتمويه لإيصال رسالة للأسرى أنه الليلة سيقوم الفدائييون بتحريرهم.

باناديرا في اللغة الإسبانية تعني الخبّاز، هي أغنية تقليدية اسبانية كانت النساء تغنيها أثناء عملية الخبز. حركة اليدين في الإيقاع هو عملية الخبز فعليًا.

Sung by: Terez Sliman (to the left) | Sofia Adriana Portugal (to the right)

🎥( Video Credit )

#palestine #ya tall'een el jabal is on spotify btw!! a less upbeat version lol but its a gorgeous song

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when georges bataille wrote, “no greater desire exists than a wounded person’s need for another wound” & when gillian flynn wrote, “a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort” & when ocean vuong wrote, “sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined” & when lisa m. basile wrote, “did you inherit a sickness? did you blame god? do you believe in god? do you believe in yourself? are you still on fire? did you ever put out the fire?” & when stephen a. guirgis wrote, “why didn't you make me good enough so that you could’ve loved me?”

#words #✋ being so loud about it pls

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Tumblr is doing some stupid AI shit so go to blog settings > Visibility > Prevent third-party sharing.

#vomits out my entire stomach like a frog #litany against tumblr's nonsense: 🛠🔨🚗💥

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just learned that a mutual of mine is pro israel (they’re now blocked) so i wanted to take the time to say that if you believe what’s happening in palestine is not a genocide than you are not welcome here. unfollow me block me whatever i don’t want you interacting with me at all

#palestine

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Some of you would not survive waiting months to years for a WIP to update.

Look at me, listen to me: A couple of months is way too early to think a fic is abandoned or dead. A year is often too early. Internalize this.

#a fic is only abandoned when i die ok #i have no clue when the time motivation and inspiration will line up #fics dont get abandoned. they just lie dormant until the vibes are right #will the vibes ever be right? who knows! but if that happens then they'll be written again lol

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❥ title: “on alchemy in the reach”

✿ tags: alchemy, pre-relationship lexien, no real plot tbh, reachfolk

❥ word count: 720

✿ synopsis: an excerpt from lucien flavius’s expedition journal on alchemy, as taught to him by alexandria silver-blood

❥ author’s note: this is somewhere between an academic paper and romance novel. that’s where he tends to operate when it comes to her. been wanting to write this forever and i also wanted to practice a few things here

✿ taglist: @lookathooves @vilkas @faolan-red-eagle (ask to be added!)

Like all things, alchemy in the Reach runs deeper than I had ever anticipated. It is not simply practicality, something to heal a wound or kill a foe—though they certainly aren't lacking in either of those departments. It is a spiritual and cultural practice that ties them to the old gods, to the land, and to each other. And none embody this principle quite like Alexandria.

I had known her to be a skilled alchemist since the day I’d met her. At the first town we’d arrived, her first thought was to find an alchemy lab, where she’d spent the next several hours mixing potions and poisons of all sorts. I realized soon enough that to her, it was more than a matter of survival; working with her hands allowed her to slow down and process the events of that fateful day. Any time she were struggling with anything, be it as small as a rude comment from a stranger or as heavy as the weight of her destiny as the last dragonborn, her response was always the same: to create.

When I asked her about the use of alchemy in the Reach, she did not speak of meticulous methods or careful calculations; she spoke of the gods. Namira, most of all. She spoke of alchemy not as a science, but as a gift to be cherished. She spoke of life blooming in the unlikeliest of places, of death and rot that sustains the living, of the earth tenderly nurturing its people. Alchemy was more than herbs and flowers; it was decay and flesh and filth. And most of all, it was love. It was Namira granting her children with the tools they need to defend, heal, and sustain themselves.

As I learned more about what it meant to the Reachfolk, Alexandria allowed me to watch her as she worked her wonders. It was an honor, that much was certain. The process of creation was one that took attentiveness and care, and to take on an observer, even a silent one, was an intrusion she would not freely allow.

She wore her love for the craft on her body—most of all, on her hands. Once, as she put aside a jar of sabre cat eyes, her hands brushed against mine, and the calloused skin told a story of years hunched over a workstation, crushing herbs and bugs together. The skin at the tip of her fingers was scabbed over and irritated from dethorning dragon’s tongue, and her nails were carefully trimmed to keep the ingredients from getting underneath them.

Observing her felt strangely intimate. Her eyes filled with total concentration as she watched a crucible filled with troll fat over a controlled flame. I asked if the smell bothered her, and she answered, “That’s how you know it’s working.” Once the fat began to boil over and smell nidorous, she moved the crucible with a pair of tongs into a pile of cool frost salts. There was a hiss as the silver made contact against the freezing granules. She told me of all her years repeating this recipe, and how nothing worked quite like a frost salt bath; that was her own little trick to a classic Reach poison.

We went through a number of other potions and poisons, recipes she’s learned from the hagravens of the Reach, whose wisdom is thought too unnatural, too vile, too evil for the civilized peoples of the Empire. But Alexandria, as all her people, rather resents that notion. The hags only bring to light the secrets of the natural world and put it in the hands of their people to let them thrive. This knowledge has sustained the reach for millennia, healing their dying and defending their lands from the constant barrage of invaders. Where, I ask, is the evil in that?

I list these recipes—those that she and the Matriarch allowed me to share, that is—on the next few pages. But I urge you, reader, to take into consideration the incredible culture that graces you and I with this knowledge. If you find yourself hurt and rescued by a potion of juniper and taproot essence, or if a great bear attacks you only to be put down with a poison of singed tapinella and troll fat, remember the Reachfolk as your saviors.

#every time someone likes this old piece i reread it and go woag i rly ate w dis #it rly captures everything about why i love lexien UGH i love them

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Btw much as I love to make fun of twitter and reddit's business decisions, I have 0% trust in tumblr's management to not go a similar route so this is your gentle reminder that you should regularly go to your blog settings to export your blog. That's a fancy way of saying you can download a backup of your blog so if everything goes down you'll still have a backup of your posts & convos.

#save #not that i think I'll get deleted bc we all know which groups tumblr targets most but yk. just in case

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What is this about the tumblr staff wanting to sell art data to midjourney?

An ex-colleague of mine mentioned yesterday that there may be contacts between Automattic and midjourney in that direction, but nothing is public yet and I don't have any more info. They probably won't have anything specific to share either, since they left the company weeks ago too. That being said:

I have no reason to doubt my ex-coworker word, they are a trustworthy person.

Tumblr's CEO has been absurdly enthusiastic (comically, even) about AI, and is a big fan of LLMs and 'AI' companies.

A deal with midjourney could solve tumblr financial issues (not the same company, but openAi is paying up to 5 million/year to news companies to use their content as training data... tumblr generates several orders of magnitude more content than any newspaper or any media company and it only would need a 20 to 30 million per year deal to be profitable)

So I don't have any extra info yet, but I'm keeping my ears open.

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it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

#namira #old gods

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Ignoring situations involving doxxing (which are more serious but also less common and easier to protect yourself from), the main goal of sustained harassment on here is to get you to delete your blog. You can probably keep most of your friends by adding them on discord or whatever, but the underlying logic in these cases is "you are a person who exists on the same part of the internet I use, and I want that to stop."

I reject the idea that moderation will ever be a solution to this problem, at least not without creating new, worse problems. But tumblr can and should provide users better tools for defending themselves.

Let's talk about tumblr's private blog feature. You can password-protect a blog, so that users have to enter the password before being able to see and interact with your posts. This is barely a step above deleting your blog.

You need to manually share this password with everyone you want to have access to the blog, which does not scale to a following in the thousands. You need to hope that no one ever leaks the password to your harassers, in which case your only recourse is to change the password and manually reshare it, again. This is a Bad System.

What does a good system look like? Consider twitter's private account feature. All your followers are preserved, but future followers have to ask to follow your blog. If you block a follower, they can't just create a new account and dodge the block - they're locked out. You keep your blog, you keep your following, you keep your friends, and no one outside your bubble can touch you.

There are still downsides here compared to not being harassed at all - people who don't already follow you can't see your posts - but it gives you a way to turn off the harassment spigot that can be easily reversed if/when your harassers get bored.

Combine this with a feature ideally for both private and public blogs (allowing only people you follow to reblog or reply) and I think the situation on this site improves a lot.

#i also imagine that implementing a 'close friends' feature would help a lot #that way you can allow some posts to only be seen by mutuals / followers / a select group of friends #and some posts are available for the public #there's so many things tumblr could do that would minimize harassment and its rly irritating #bc while im fortunate to have never experienced it i've seen how targeted harassment with the goal of running someone off the site works #and if you're committed to bullying someone off tumblr there is upsettingly little they can do about it