Thanks For Sharing - Blog Posts

I havent seen anyone talk about this yet so im making a post. 

So lets say you’re researching something for a paper (or just for fun) and the research paper you want to read is behind a paywall, or the site makes you create an account first, or makes you pay to download, or limits you to only 5 free articles, or otherwise makes it difficult for you to read what you want.

do not fear! copy the link to the article

go to sci-hub.se         (the url is always changing so its best to check out whereisscihub.now.sh to find what the current url is)

slap the article link in there

bam! free access! 

Based off of my interpretation of the song

Uhhhhh @bunningchaos

Add in a link to your favorite song and then use this picrew to design a character based off of it!

I’ll go first <3

No PRESSURE 🤗😌 tags: @mincedclownmeat @sh4d0wv10l3t @autogenerstedusernamehere

I made play dough in class and made it the same green you are so I could imagine squeezing you

That's. Wow. Thanks for sharing

Day 17 - Sage from Valorant

(Now I am strong enough for us all.)

A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

Heyo!! Good to see another MHA non-canon being around.

Im not great at starting conversations, so I'll share a memory of mine- there was a couch in the League hideout. It sucked, cheap and stained and falling apart, but I spent some of the best moments of my life there. Just sitting with my pack, the people i love. Watching shitty TV while braiding Himiko's hair, Tomura preening my wings and Dabi half asleep against us. Good times.

-Tokoyami Eztli

Hello!!!!! It really is good to see another MHA non-canon being around!!!! I'm also not great at starting conversations, lol.

That's so cool!!! Also, I love that you also refer to the people you love as your pack!!! And it's really great having good memories!!!!

Thanks for sharing!!!

- Zuki Shay Lupo :3c

City Elf Appreciation Week- Day 2 - Folklore (and history)

Day 2 - Folklore (and history) for @cityelfweek

- Show the folklore that city elves have created over time. Superstitions, stories, heroes, villains... anything!

“Did yah hear! Did yah hear!”

“Hear what Lani?”

“The bride spirit! The bride spirit killed all the snooty shem up in the castle!!”

“That’s nonsense, Lani. Spirits aren’t real.”

“They are too Peytor!”

“Yeah, well why are you only just telling me about this ‘bride spirit’ if they’re real? Hmm? I bet you don’t even know what they look like.” Peytor rolled his eyes and pretended to humour his young cousin, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed with a mix of agitation and childlike wonder.

“I d-d-do too! She’s super pretty! Prettier than Mamae!” The little girl fisted her tiny hands in her penefor, stomping her feet.

“Oh yeah?” Unimpressed, Peytor grabbed a stick and started to scratch patterns in the dirt.”What do they look like then, that you’d risk Aunties wrath?”

“She’s beautiful! Her eyes are red like my bird's favorite berries! And her hair is so hot it’s on fire!”

“So she’s a wrath demon?”

“Nuh-uh! She’s vengeance, Peytor! And her wedding dress is so pretty and sparkly, nothing can make it dirty!” Lani was twirling her own dress, its dirtiness forgotten in the fantasy.

“If she killed all them shem, how is she still clean? That doesn’t make sense, dummy.” Peytor’s drawing was taking shape. Fiery hair, big ol eyes. Fangs.

“She’s a bride, duh, they’re always clean and pretty. BUT!” Lani jumped, arms raised, little hands waving pudgy fingers. “Everywhere she walks she leaves a trail of shem blood!” the little girl grinned, her eyes scrunched up in little girl glee, her ears pricked up in excitement.

“That’s gross, Lani” he laughed, scribbling more waves of blood onto his dirt doodle.

“Is not, she’s beautiful~” The girl giggled again. 

As a couple of adults walked by,  Peytor pulled his cousin out of the way. Glancing at them, an elven woman with crimson eyes caught his, winking once, before looping her arm around her companion and going on their way.