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Great White Shark.

What if abilities changed the appearance of a Pokemon?

Found this fun trend and I had to give my baby Absol a spin! I feel that what I achieved is more vibes/character based than a "proper" variation but I guess different abilities could also manifest this way.

Either way, it was fun to draw these! I miss just doodling and drawing simpler things.

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Normalize monogamous people supporting polyamory, because the fact that people love differently than you does not make them wrong.

storytime:

when I was first exploring polyamory, at the age of 25, I happened to mention it to my best friend's sister, who was 19. she came from a middle-class suburban Catholic family and had never heard of the concept. her entire responses was "oh, I like that. that's beautiful. many loves." chat, I cannot express the depth of the feeling of calm and connection that washed over me when this person's only thought about a kind of relationship she'd just heard of for the first time was to earnestly appreciate the etymology of the term for it.

im literally so jealous like i feel actual anger over the fact that i was not there

ADHD isn’t ignoring the elephant in the room it’s just that the elephant has been in the room for so long that your brain no longer registers its existence.

you know, I'm gonna start using that.

Another banger from the "we can always tell" crowd 💀

(for those who don't get it: the picture is of MatPat, a cis man)

most definitely a bot

nvm just checked this dudes profile and hes just incredibly fucking stupid

So earlier in art class today, someone drew a characters hands in their pockets and mentioned that hands are really like the ultimate end boss of art, and most of us wholeheartedly agreed. So then, our teacher went ahead and free handed like a handful of hands on the board, earning a woah from a couple of students. So the one from earlier mentioned how it barely took the teacher ten seconds to do what I can’t do in three hours. And you know what he responded?

“It didn’t take me ten seconds, it took me forty years.”

And you know, that stuck with me somehow. Because yeah. Drawing a hand didn’t take him fourth years. But learning and practicing to draw a hand in ten seconds did. And I think there’s something to learn there but it’s so warm and my brain is fried so I can’t formulate the actual morale of the lesson.

Saying "I'm not going to draw this thing because I don't know how to draw this thing" is really shooting yourself in the foot, because you've now cut yourself off from an opportunity to grow.

I had a friend in college who was an absolutely amazing artist. I loved seeing his work! One time I said something to the effect of "I could never do that."

He told me something that, as an artist, I resonate with. He said art isn't about natural talent; it's a learned skill. When you tell an artist their level of skill is impossible for you to reach, you're assuming their level of skill is a natural gifting they have, and it discredits the hundreds to thousands of hours of hard work they've put into getting where they are today, and you're cutting yourself off from trying to reach that point yourself.

I don't remember where I heard this but I wish I could, because it stuck with me:

Talent is THE RATE at which you learn things, not whether or not you can learn certain skills at all.

And that suddenly clicked for me. I have been very talented with a lot of things in my life and once I realized that I had basically been getting XP multipliers on my normal life experiences, it suddenly felt so much less awful to realize that I did not have the same advantage with other skills I struggle with, and that's okay. I might even have some debuffs on those, and that's okay. It's still all gaining as long as I keep working on it!!

I went abroad to England for my first semester of college. The dorm I was in was a little set of personal rooms, six, with shared bath and kitchen spaces. It was also co-ed. As I was a tiny little American freshman, the two older English boys sort of decided I was something of a protectorate. If I needed ANY explanation about How Things Worked in England, they'd hop to in order to make sure I'd be ok.

There was one other American girl in the dorm, different college in the states tho. She didn't interact with the rest of us much (and given I'm quite the introvert that says something). One day, I want to say about a month before the end of term, I was cooking in the kitchen and the more jokester-y of the older boys was hanging out with me. We were chatting about the different books from our literature classes--mine was Paradise Lost.

In walks Other American Girl. I don't know how it came up, but one of us made a comment about not seeing her much. Somehow this led to her ranting about how "godless" England was. (I, a Jew who not only had seen TONS of churches while here but also had been learning calligraphy from a nun every Monday morning in the school chapel, was especially baffled. Their fucking national anthem was "god save the queen"!).

Anyway, jokester boy teased her a little and she got even MORE worked up, insisting she'd seen "demons" in "so many people" just walking around the campus and city. At this point the other older boy, who was a bit of a jock, came in and asked why demons came up. She repeated herself.

At this point, both boys clearly think this woman is certifiable. Just diagnosing people you don't know with "demons" will do that. Anyway she got more worked up and left, and the boys and I had a deep conversation about American Fundamentalist Christianity (I had a lot of Deep Conversations with them, why doesn't your nation want the better healthcare Obama is trying for was another big one).

When I studied abroad in France, I did the classic US American thing and struck up a conversation with the guy stuck opposite of me on the train. He seemed to think that he could offend me by complaining about the US, only for me to do the classic improv thing of going, "yes, and-" and adding onto the complaints with odder ones he hadn't heard before. For instance, leashes for children, the fictionkin subculture (ever told a French man some people think they were Pikachu in a past life? it's wild), and, of course, the existence of Florida. (Cue multiple minutes of looking up Florida + a random word he named and showing him real news stories.)

It was all very chill at this point. Snacks had been bought, silly French news stories had been shared in exchange for silly Florida ones, we were on a first-name basis, and I had shown him a picture of my school's giant fountain in the library full of rubber duckies. We're leaning back, quite casual and comfy, watching the French countryside go by. I tell him about Moth Man, beloved icon of my home state. He thinks I'm shitting him and looks it up, then laughs and sends pictures to his buddies. Oh, people back then were crazy, he jokes, shaking his head in disbelief, eyes glittering with laughter.

Yeah, I say, now we only do some crazy things, like allow child marriage in four states.

I see the laughter slowly die in his eyes as he asks what I mean. Do I mean teenagers? Do I mean 18? What do I mean? I, the son of a pediatric forensic psychologist mom whose whole job is to help kids heal, tell him. I tell him about the four US states where there is no minimum age limit to be married. If you can find a judge to agree to it, you can marry a kid at literally any age. Any age. Yes, theoretically 0. In practice the youngest my mom ever ran into was 10.

Ten. He repeats that several times, slowly. He had leaned forward. Now he leans back, as if in shock. This French man, you see, was considerably older than me. He has children close to that age. He asks me if the marriage is to another child. I explain it's to an adult. The French man rubs at his face, cups his hand over his mouth, settles for a mixture of resting his chin in his palm and covering part of his lower face. With his other hand, he pulls out the phone to fact check me. I am not lying. He puts the phone in his pocket and stares out the window at nothing.

Why, the French man says, with a tone of voice I usually hear people use when talking about war, is this legal? Why is this allowed? Why would a parent allow it, even when it's allowed?

I explain that in some sects of Christianity, having sex out of wedlock is an unspeakably bad sin, even if you're a child, even if you said no, even if you hated it. I explain that statutory rape laws do not apply to a married couple. It saves the girl's honor in the eyes of the Lord and the community, it sets things right, I explain, taking care to add that I'm Jewish and not a part of this particular legal nightmare.

He stares at nothing for a long, long time. There's anger in his eyes but it's the kind born of empathy, the quiet fury that is probably still simmering in him when he remembers this bit of US law. The silence goes on long enough that I worry about how he's processing this. It was always kind of a trivia fact in the US, a little blip. For us it was Tuesday. For him it was high-octane horror beyond his capacity to imagine.

Fuck the US, he eventually told me, he doesn't hate religion but he hates every person participating in this "marriage" (he says while making actual air quotes in sheer disgust). How doesn't it get banned in new laws?

Because Christians, which there are a lot of in the US, vote against banning it when Republicans tell them that keeping it preserves religious freedom. I was suddenly aware, as I said this, that a train car at 10AM is a very quiet place, and people were listening in on this. I can only imagine what they were thinking. My eyes went to a kindly woman in her 60's with flawless dyed blonde hair, who is unnaturally still, to a couple and their baby, who were continually glancing at each other, myself and the baby without a word. Even if they don't like it, I explain, they like Jesus, and they see the people who oppose it as liking Jesus less or not at all.

Jesus, he informs me, never fucking said that [child marriage] was fucking okay and even if he had, it wouldn't be right.

It's not about what's right, I say, as if I'm explaining a thing everybody knows, as if this truth is self-evident, it's about taking a side for the Lord.

He puts his face in both of his hands, looking like a man who has aged a decade in the course of this conversation.

(This map could kill a Frenchman under the right circumstances.)

We need reverse missionaries, and I say that as a person of faith.

As a christian I would like to add that these people do not know Jesus as well as they think they do. He was radical in his day for professing love and kindness above all else, in lifting up the less fortunate, standing by the sick that they might heal and crying with those that mourn, this is extends to Justice by the proper authority. If he was on Earth now, he would declare any child marriage as an abomination to God, rape of any kind the fault of the Raper NOT the victim. If you were a victim of Rape or sexual assault of any kind and feel that God hates you for 'sinning'. HE DOES NOT! YOU are clean and pure, the one who took your agency away is the one with the grievous sin. That goes double if you were a child been extorted by an adult.

there are many unexpected hierarchies to being a marine biologist

Housekeepers and Janitors Need Praise As Unsung but Very Much Important

Remember when the NRA told doctors to “stay in their lane” RE gun violence and #thisismylane trended as a result?

One of the tweets I saw was a surgeon who’d taken a picture of her OR, having just finished surgery on a young man who’d been shot. Blood. Everywhere.

This bloke retweeted her, mentioning that he worked as a cleaner in a hospital and had had to clean up stuff like this and worse.

Surgeon replied to him (and went up *greatly* in my estimation) and, despite living in different countries, thanked him for his hard work.

I can’t find the tweets sadly, but hers went something like;

“Without a clean and sterile operating room to work in, my team, our skills and the best medicines in the world are next to useless. You are doing invaluable work, without which my work would be impossible.”

WITHOUT PEOPLE DOING THE CLEANING, SOCIETY WOULD GRIND TO A HALT WITHIN DAYS

Every garbage workers’ strike shows it.

Give them the respect they damn well deserve.

Fuck yeah give em their flowers.

hello please can I sleep in a studio ghibli bed it’s urgent

Okay there all look great with the EXCEPTION of Howl's bed, are you kidding me

Look at that thang. The duvet, the pillowcases- that shit is embroidered and beaded to FUCK. That's your victorian great-great-grandmother's fanciest display sheets for the decorative guest room nobody ever uses. You roll over the wrong way on one of those appliqué czech glass flowers and lose a goddamn eye. Abrasive as hell. Too delicate to machine-wash, too, so the fabric itself gotta be tough like sandpaper. That, or frayed all to shit, like you shift a little in the night and get sequins falling all over like a drunk queen in a bouncy castle. You know I'm right. Look at him. Look at how he's sleeping and tell me that man's so much as SAT on those sheets in his life. My girl Sophie did her best but we all know that's his fancy interior design hashtag #aesthetic Instagram influencer background room. He doesn't SLEEP there, he sleeps on the couch or on the floor or in the reclined seat of his busted-out Subaru in the garage that hasn't worked right in five years cause he doesn't know what an oil change is. That's the room he uses for makeup tutorials and Shien Hauls (derogatory). Look at that man. Look at him for five seconds and tell me he isn't gonna wake up in an hour crying over snagged hair and floral imprints on his face. What the HELL Sophie baby that blowdried bitch has a twelve step twice daily skin care routine and you're RUINING it. Walked right past his twin size flannel futon in the corner down the hall and dumped him in the biggest bed she could find like a bedazzled roadkill possum. Didn't even put his bonnet on. Sophie I love you so much but first thing he does after he chips his nails clawing his way out of that thing is get your Amelia Bedilia ass. I'm so sorry

This almost compares to that guy who wrote The Rant about hating Olaf

you mean this guy

Me, when Sebastian claims entering the Fade is against his religion, even though it's not physically entering the Fade like the magisters: "Fellas, is it heretical to fall asleep in Thedas?"

idk if people on tumblr know about this but a cybersecurity software called crowdstrike just did what is probably the single biggest fuck up in any sector in the past 10 years. it's monumentally bad. literally the most horror-inducing nightmare scenario for a tech company.

some info, crowdstrike is essentially an antivirus software for enterprises. which means normal laypeople cant really get it, they're for businesses and organisations and important stuff.

so, on a friday evening (it of course wasnt friday everywhere but it was friday evening in oceania which is where it first started causing damage due to europe and na being asleep), crowdstrike pushed out an update to their windows users that caused a bug.

before i get into what the bug is, know that friday evening is the worst possible time to do this because people are going home. the weekend is starting. offices dont have people in them. this is just one of many perfectly placed failures in the rube goldburg machine of crowdstrike. there's a reason friday is called 'dont push to live friday' or more to the point 'dont fuck it up friday'

so, at 3pm at friday, an update comes rolling into crowdstrike users which is automatically implemented. this update immediately causes the computer to blue screen of death. very very bad. but it's not simply a 'you need to restart' crash, because the computer then gets stuck into a boot loop.

this is the worst possible thing because, in a boot loop state, a computer is never really able to get to a point where it can do anything. like download a fix. so there is nothing crowdstrike can do to remedy this death update anymore. it is now left to the end users.

it was pretty quickly identified what the problem was. you had to boot it in safe mode, and a very small file needed to be deleted. or you could just rename crowdstrike to something else so windows never attempts to use it.

it's a fairly easy fix in the grand scheme of things, but the issue is that it is effecting enterprises. which can have a looooot of computers. in many different locations. so an IT person would need to manually fix hundreds of computers, sometimes in whole other cities and perhaps even other countries if theyre big enough.

another fuck up crowdstrike did was they did not stagger the update, so they could catch any mistakes before they wrecked havoc. (and also how how HOW do you not catch this before deploying it. this isn't a code oopsie this is a complete failure of quality ensurance that probably permeates the whole company to not realise their update was an instant kill). they rolled it out to everyone of their clients in the world at the same time.

and this seems pretty hilarious on the surface. i was havin a good chuckle as eftpos went down in the store i was working at, chaos was definitely ensuring lmao. im in aus, and banking was literally down nationwide.

but then you start hearing about the entire country's planes being grounded because the airport's computers are bricked. and hospitals having no computers anymore. emergency call centres crashing. and you realised that, wow. crowdstrike just killed people probably. this is literally the worst thing possible for a company like this to do.

crowdstrike was kinda on the come up too, they were starting to become a big name in the tech world as a new face. but that has definitely vanished now. to fuck up at this many places, is almost extremely impressive. its hard to even think of a comparable fuckup.

a friday evening simultaneous rollout boot loop is a phrase that haunts IT people in their darkest hours. it's the monster that drags people down into the swamp. it's the big bag in the horror movie. it's the end of the road. and for crowdstrike, that reaper of souls just knocked on their doorstep.

BREAKING: Russia concedes defeat in Black Sea, withdraws remaining fleet in retreat from Crimea, over to the east end of the Sea in Abkhazia (part of Georgia that Russia invaded and illegally holds).

Ukraine has WON the naval war for the Black Sea.

Next stop: liberating Crimea

PSA to all historical fiction/fantasy writers:

A SEAMSTRESS, in a historical sense, is someone whose job is sewing. Just sewing. The main skill involved here is going to be putting the needle into an out of the fabric. They’re usually considered unskilled workers, because everyone can sew, right? (Note: yes, just about everyone could sew historically. And I mean everyone.) They’re usually going to be making either clothes that aren’t fitted (like shirts or shifts or petticoats) or things more along the lines of linens (bedsheets, handkerchiefs, napkins, ect.). Now, a decent number of people would make these things at home, especially in more rural areas, since they don’t take a ton of practice, but they’re also often available ready-made so it’s not an uncommon job. Nowadays it just means someone whose job is to sew things in general, but this was not the case historically. Calling a dressmaker a seamstress would be like asking a portrait painter to paint your house

A DRESSMAKER (or mantua maker before the early 1800s) makes clothing though the skill of draping (which is when you don’t use as many patterns and more drape the fabric over the person’s body to fit it and pin from there (although they did start using more patterns in the early 19th century). They’re usually going to work exclusively for women, since menswear is rarely made through this method (could be different in a fantasy world though). Sometimes you also see them called “gown makers”, especially if they were men (like tailors advertising that that could do both. Mantua-maker was a very feminized term, like seamstress. You wouldn’t really call a man that historically). This is a pretty new trade; it only really sprung up in the later 1600s, when the mantua dress came into fashion (hence the name).

TAILORS make clothing by using the method of patterning: they take measurements and use those measurements to draw out a 2D pattern that is then sewed up into the 3D item of clothing (unlike the dressmakers, who drape the item as a 3D piece of clothing originally). They usually did menswear, but also plenty of pieces of womenswear, especially things made similarly to menswear: riding habits, overcoats, the like. Before the dressmaking trade split off (for very interesting reason I suggest looking into. Basically new fashion required new methods that tailors thought were beneath them), tailors made everyone’s clothes. And also it was not uncommon for them to alter clothes (dressmakers did this too). Staymakers are a sort of subsect of tailors that made corsets or stays (which are made with tailoring methods but most of the time in urban areas a staymaker could find enough work so just do stays, although most tailors could and would make them).

Tailors and dressmakers are both skilled workers. Those aren’t skills that most people could do at home. Fitted things like dresses and jackets and things would probably be made professionally and for the wearer even by the working class (with some exceptions of course). Making all clothes at home didn’t really become a thing until the mid Victorian era.

And then of course there are other trades that involve the skill of sewing, such as millinery (not just hats, historically they did all kinds of women’s accessories), trimming for hatmaking (putting on the hat and and binding and things), glovemaking (self explanatory) and such.

TLDR: seamstress, dressmaker, and tailor are three very different jobs with different skills and levels of prestige. Don’t use them interchangeably and for the love of all that is holy please don’t call someone a seamstress when they’re a dressmaker