thriceandonce:
“Out of the Auditary returns for another year! This is a fest for podficcing works that don’t fit into the “standard” fiction format, such as meta, not!fic, epistolary and chatfic, video game codes entries, fake scientific articles,...

thriceandonce:

Out of the Auditary returns for another year! This is a fest for podficcing works that don’t fit into the “standard” fiction format, such as meta, not!fic, epistolary and chatfic, video game codes entries, fake scientific articles, poetry, and many more! Rules and details are here on AO3 (and I am happy to answer any additional questions); submission deadline is March 30th! If you’d like examples as to what was created for this fest in previous years, check out the parent collection.

Out of the Auditary is live! Come take a look at the 22 podfics (and 3 bookmarks for earlier works!) posted this year!

anthonyvolpe:

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.

(via elldritch-horror)

ganymedesclock:

binary-bluejay:

maykitz:

yesterday i was hiking with my dog and passed by a family with their 14 yo princess of darkness trotting behind them in very unsuitable clothes and uncomfortable shoes that clearly weren’t meant to get dirty on forest mud. oh the quintessential teenage experience of doing something in a way that is stupid and sucks because it’s important that it’s your own way 🫡

The experience of being a teenager, especially, is relentlessly being forced to do things by authority figures who have arbitrary power over you. As a result “Okay, I’ll do it, but I’ll do it in the least compliant way possible” is a persistent and entirely sympathetic element of being a teenager

Okay as someone who professionally works with kids, I’ll weigh on on this and say: the thing about defiance and “brattiness” is they are defense mechanisms for having no power in your life.

Kids and teens do not have power in their life. Even in the most ideal of circumstances. They can’t really make informed choices about voting or houses and especially in America, the entire social structure is hostile to letting them go where they want to go.

So OP is absolutely right and put it beautifully. “it’s important that it’s your own way.” I’ve seen preverbal babies force their shoes off their feet in response to a completely unrelated obligation because I can force them to take a nap but I can’t make them take a nap AND nicely keep their shoes on. It is arguably a pretty stupid defiance, but defiance isn’t about being smart.

It’s the scream of a person without power insisting if they have no choice but to do this, they will do it their way! And that’s more important than practicality. It’s more important than being reasonable.

I firmly believe that deep down adults aren’t less bratty or defiant than kids are- they’re just given more leeway and power so they’re more used to having control and use that to cope. The average 30-year-old would absolutely have a meltdown in the pasta aisle if they were regularly dragged to places they didn’t want to be by another adult who they were never allowed to be away from or choose where they were going besides very limited exceptions.

(also disclaimer that in using the term “bratty” I am by no means condemning this behavior. It’s born of a frustration that is completely understandable.)

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professional-chaotic-dumbass:

fetus-cakes:

alatar-and-pallando:

This post on r/AmItheAsshole (and the OP’s follow-up responses) have me cry-laughing – please enjoy

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“I will erupt, feral, from the cardigan screaming, pounce over the counter and eat the entire five kilograms of cheese”

“we’re sending in the least threatening among us”

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invisible-goats:

I have a theory about millenial/gen Z phone anxiety, help me out. (for formal I mean anything that isn’t casual. Medical appointments, job stuff, anything that isn’t chatting to friends/family

Poll! Generation and use of phones growing up

Gen Z and phonecalls were mostly formal

Gen Z and phonecalls were mostly casual

Millenial and phonecalls were mostly formal

Millenial and phonecalls were mostly casual

Gen X and phonecalls were mostly formal

Gen X and phonecalls were mostly casual

Boomer and phonecalls were mostly formal

Boomer and phonecalls were mostly casual

Older and phonecalls were mostly formal

Older and phonecalls were mostly casual

mcmansionhell:

dome sweet dome

As some of you may know, I have been going to language school for the last few months in order to learn the world’s most widely spoken and useful language: Slovenian. At this point, my Slovenian is about as coherent as, well, a McMansion. In order to feel better about myself, I have sought out a McMansion that is worse than my cases and word-order. This house (in Naperville, IL, of course) does, in fact, make me feel better, but will probably make you feel worse:

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This Cheescake Factory house, built in 2005, boasts 5 bedrooms, 8.5 bathrooms and can be yours for the entirely reasonable sum of $3.5 million dollars. Also for some reason all the photos look like they are retouched with 2012-era Instagram filters.

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First of all, trying to visualize the floor plan of this house is like trying to rotate seven cubes individually in my mind’s eye. Second, if you stand right beneath the hole in the ceiling you can get the approximate sensation of being a cartoon character who has just instantaneously fallen in love.

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Even if this was a relatively mundane McMansion it still would have made it into the rotation because of the creepy life-sized butler and maid. Would not want to run into them in the middle of the night.

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The mural is giving 1986 Laura Ashley or perhaps maybe the background they use for Cabbage Patch Kids packaging but the floor? The floor is giving Runescape texture.

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Have you ever seen so many real plants in your life? A veritable Eden.

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The overwhelming desire to push one of the chairs into the haunted jacuzzi…but in reality they probably put those chairs there to keep from accidentally falling into the tub at night.

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(elevator music starts playing)

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This is one of the all time [adjective] rooms of McMansion Hell. I personally am in love with it, though I don’t think I understand it. Perhaps it is not meant to be understood…..,

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Continuing with the baseball theme, the guy in the painting looks how I feel after it’s been raining in Ljubljana for two straight weeks. (Not ideal!!)

And finally:

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We love a house that has four unused balconies and also a sporting grounds that is large enough to build a whole second McMansion on top of. Everyone should so value their health.

Thank you for tuning into another edition of McMansion Hell. Be sure to check out the Patreon for the two bonus posts (a McMansion and the Good House) which both also go out today!

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(via nightpool)

Tags: incredible

whilomm:

hm. poll. bc a streamer i watch mentioned “getting dressed” to spend all day at home playing a video game

when youre just chilling at home (like on days off) do you “get dressed/put on real clothes” after u wake up or stay in pajamas

no, pjs all day

i might put a bra on (or st) but otherwise nah, pjs

sometimes, depends on the day

yes always. do other ppl. not change when you wake up??

bitch i dont even comb my hair im not putting on real clothes

im one of those freaks that sleeps in blue jeans so guess im already dressed

change from night comfy to day comfy (pjs to sweatpants)

i sleep in blue jeans AND change into diff ones (extra freak option.)

secret third option in the tags idk

(NOTE: for the purposes of this poll “real clothes”=whatever u would wear outside normally, pajamas=whatever ur comfy sleep clothes are. could be actual fancii pajamas could be boxers and a big shirt i dont care. if you sleep naked idk man)

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Anonymous asked:

Hi Sam! Because I just saw the post on ao3 and donations, and a different post about ao3s updated statement regarding chatgpt/ai generated fiction, and you generally have a good read on things like this - what's your opinion on it, and how its meant to be interpreted?

(I want to good faith believe, and its a complicated/ongoing topic, but wanted to hear your thoughts)

copperbadge:

I don’t know which post about the update you mean, Anon, but I assume the update referenced is the one the OTW posted on 5/13 about AI scraping and ChatGPT. I do have some thoughts but I want to go through the post a little because I don’t think I’m actually needed to interpret this one – I think with some critical thought anyone can, but a lot of people don’t get critical thinking training in school, so I want to do a little demo of it.

Pre-emptively, this is a list of things I’m not an expert on: copyright law, data scraping, AI, website design, and the legality of certain forms of freedom of expression. But honestly for this you don’t need to be.

First and foremost, we really have no reason to disbelieve OTW when they speak on this subject. While there’s debate and discussion about AO3 and certainly it’s imperfect in a number of directions, they are pretty transparent, generally speaking. I don’t believe there is a reason to approach AO3 with an assumption of disingenuity in a general sense. However, the organization is run by humans, who are imperfect and can sometimes be deceitful, so it’s good to always approach public statements with a critical eye.

So the post is talking about two separate but related issues: preventing AIs from scraping AO3, and policy on AI-generated works being posted. What we are looking for, from both, is a combination of things: we want what they’re saying to make sense both in the world, and within the statement – no contradictions, nothing that seems illogical, nothing that seems like baseless assumption or generalization. We want simple prose, and we want a look at the reasoning behind the actions they’re taking.

Keep reading

unscharf-an-den-raendern:

falleraatje:

“Wir müssen einen Weg finden, die katholische Kirche für Kinder wieder cool zu machen”

“Moment, ich habe eine Idee”

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Es gibt noch drei andere Bücher davon

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Und anscheinend ist das ein komplettes Genre (???)

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(via ilikesallydonovan)

thebibliosphere:

thebibliosphere:

Speaking of therapy, I say, as though we’re old friends, and you’re not a stranger trapped in this metaphorical elevator with me and you can hear the suspension wires starting to fray.

I’ve been doing a lot of work recently that’s focused on imposter syndrome and the feeling that no matter how well or how much I do, I’m not good enough. That I’m somehow tricking everyone into thinking my work is actually good.

Some days it’s a minor niggle in my head that I can gentle and soothe with logic and affirmations. Or smother, depending on the mood. Other times it’s loud and all-consuming and the mental anguish it causes me is so real I can feel it twitching in my muscles. This desperate fight-or-flight instinct with nowhere to go and nothing to fight but myself.

Anyway, because I’m several types of Mentally Unwell™, I was switching between workshop sheets ahead of next week. Filling in different forms. (Trying to get a good grade in therapy) And I got my “recognize your harmful ADHD coping mechanisms” worksheet mixed in with the “you’re not actually lying to people, you just feel like you are because your brain is full of weasels” worksheet, and seeing them side by side made something go topsy turvy in my head, and I just had to sit and breathe for a couple of minutes until the urge to scream passed. Because it clicked, it all suddenly clicked.

The reason the imposter syndrome workshops and therapy sessions aren’t sticking was because I do routinely trick people into thinking I’m someone I’m not.

Because I’m masking my ADHD for their convenience.

I’ve always known there was something wrong with me. My neurotypical peers made it abundantly clear I didn’t fit in or was failing in some way I couldn’t see nor remedy, no matter how hard I tried.

So I compressed myself into a workaholic box of hyper-competence in the hopes they’d stop noticing the flaws and exploit like me instead. And then subsequently lived with the daily fear that if they looked too close, they’d realize I’m a monumental fuck up with enough personal baggage to block the Suez Canal.

If you ever need someone to burn themselves to ashes for your comfort and convenience, I’m your gal.

Or I used to. Until I had a bit of a breakdown, and the rubber band holding my brain together snapped and pinged off into the stratosphere, never to be seen again.

Unfortunately, the trauma of living like that didn’t also fuck off and instead left a gaping maw where my personality ought to be, so now I get to deal with that aftermath.

And it’s that aftermath that’s affecting the imposter syndrome shit. Because yes, I am hyper-competent and good at what I do– but it doesn’t feel real because that is how I mask.

And the truly frustrating thing is I am good at what I do. I am not pretending. I worked hard to be good at this. It just feels like I’m dicking around because 90% of my personality turns out to be trauma masquerading as humor in a trenchcoat, and having people genuinely like something weird I’m doing is so foreign my brain has decided it’s just another form of masking.

I’m pretending to be a good author so people will think I’m a good author, and my brain thinks we are in Danger of being found out. We are in Danger, and writing is Dangerous because then people will know I’m Weird and not whatever palatable version I’ve presented myself as for their NT sensibilities.

Like the neurotic vampire with a raging praise kink wasn’t an obvious giveaway.

Anyway. I got nothing else. Thanks for listening.

I’m going to go be very normal in another room and not stare into the abyss of my own soul for a bit.

I brought this post up with my ADHD therapist today (who also has ADHD), and she got so still that I thought our Zoom call had frozen.

Turns out she just needed to stare into her soul for a bit and it looked like this:

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vonlipwig:

my life really did improve when i decided to just constantly, casually compliment my friends and family. i cannot recommend it more. it makes everything better. you look incredible in that shirt, you’re one of the funniest people i know, you’re wearing the hell out of that dress, you’re so sexy wtf, you’re so talented, i love talking to you, you’re so fun to be around, you’re so kind, that haircut is amazing, i love you, i love you, i love you

(via weareallfromearth)