#read any website

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

y'all need to get a grip. you blab all day about how much you hate bigots and hateful people and how evil it is to dehumanize anyone and then you turn around and say "kys" and "i think [x] should all just kill themselves" and other disgusting, violent and childish trash

so many people on here are just full of hatred and vitriol and turn into frenzied sharks anytime the target 'deserves it' and they think they can get away with it and not be called bad people. then they whine about how sad it is that we can't all just get along and if only all the evil people in the world would stop doing evil things wouldn't that be nicer

you're just as vicious, hypocritical and fanatically puritanical as the caricature you have made in your minds of the people you think you have nothing in common with. if you've ever told someone, ANYONE to kill themselves you're not advocates of justice, you're not artisans of peace, and you certainly don't have any moral high ground that would allow you to pass judgment on others

#i'm tired #you're so terrified of being bad people that you convince yourselves you could *never* be bad #and then any expression of hatred towards others (the “bad people”) gets reframed as proof of your own moral character #((making you even more afraid of being bad because you don't want to be at the receiving end of the hatred and so on and so forth)) #you can say whatever you want about religious people and esp christians but 1) you're as religious as they are but at least they know it #and 2) most of the christians i've met are magnitudes more forgiving of others than this website's self-righteous preachers #(this isn't about anything people have said to me btw it's about what i see reading blogs from all across the social/political spectrum) #this about the radfem-hating liberals and the pro-life-hating radfems and the liberal-hating pro-lifers. Round and round we go #it’s about the people who put rabid antisemitism on my dash and whose only socio-political analysis is to call EVERYTHING bad #“Just like nazism” #Yapping about how much more moral and enlightened they are than ppl who introduce nuance into complex topics while they parrot slogans #I hate slogans so bad

[valeria-sage]

Guys. I’m in love. These are some small, quick exercises for people who are bed-bound. It’s linked, but for anyone who doesn’t want to read it:

Hands, Shoulders, and Arms

Shrugging Shoulders

This exercise works best when it is done while sitting down. Shrug shoulders in a way that the shoulders reach the back of your head. It is best to repeat it 5 to 10 times a day.

Palm Stretching

To do this, open your palm and extend your fingers for a few seconds. Try to extend as much as you can until you feel a stretch. Now, touch your thumb with each finger individually. Repeat the same for both hands.

Arm Raises

A very simple exercise is to raise your left arm as high as you can above the head. After repeating it five times, repeat this five times with your right arm.

Now, raise your left arm again in front of you and then change your arm five times. These are called forward arm raises.

Now, for one of the best bed exercises for arms, raise your arm straight out to the side, this is called lateral arm raise. Do it one by one for each arm. If you have the strength, then do this for both arms at the same time.

Arm Crosses

For this, move your arms to the sides until you feel a minor stretch. Now, bring the arms closer to each other in a way that they pass each other in a cross.

Neck

Head Rotation

You can do this while sitting. You need to tilt your head to one side and then rotate it 360 degrees gradually. Repeat the exercise from one side and then repeat it in the reverse direction.

Head Turns

For this, you need to turn your head slowly from one extreme to another. Stretch your head in a way that you feel extreme tension on the side of the neck. Repeat this five times a day and increase the number of repetitions every few days.

Leg, Ankles, and Feet

Leg Rotation

To perform this, keep one of your legs still. Move the other leg to the outer side, a little away from the first leg. Bring it back again and repeat it for the same leg several times. Now, do the same for the other leg.

Ankle Rotation

For this one, extend your legs while sitting down or lying down. Now, raise your leg slightly above the surface. Rotate your ankles clockwise and anticlockwise. Do this at least five times each.

Toe Bends

While lying down, flex your toes when you point them. Stretch the toes outwards and then inwards, towards yourself.

Ankle Bends

Bend your toes in a way that they are pointing towards the ceiling and then backward.

Full Body

Hip Raises

To do this, you can lie down on your back and raise your lips slightly from the bed. You need to keep the hips in the air for a few seconds before you bring them down.

#chronic pain #it’s kinda hard to read on the website so #i don’t think they had anyone proofread it but i like the exercises so uh #chronic illness #chronic fatigue #chronic fatigue syndrome #cfs #me cfs #cfs tips #cfs help #cfs (chronic fatigue syndrome) #cfs/me #fibro #fibromyalgia #fibro problems #add any tags #my brain is too foggy to think of any other illnesses that can cause this

[elirium]

Recently i noticed that one of my favorite panels is way more boring in the english version than in the one i read. So. I decided to share it with you.

English version:

German version:

Translation: "Red... I understand your feelings [...] but in a battle there should be no romantic feelings."

[from chapter 40]

#I have no idea what it says in any other version including the Japanese one but feel free to tell me #Otherwise reguri but only in german #Pokespe #Trainer red #Blue oak #Green oak #Reguri #Originalshipping #Hey you guys remember how i said last week i will not post about ships again. Haha. But well. Come on i had to #Pokemon #I also know there are different english translations of the manga idk which one this is. The one i saw on the uhm #Read manga very legally website. You know.

[chemblrish]

6 January 2024

Pchem never ends... I have to start revising phase equilibria today which might be my most loathed least favorite chapter. I don't know, the diagrams just never clicked, but hopefully that'll change - there's still time.

ft. a new book! I've been really craving science fiction lately + I've heard great things about this one, so I'm pretty excited to dig into it :)

#im not into ya but apparently it *doesn't* read like ya so #fingers crossed! #also im always open for sf novel recs #please #im so sick of checking the sf section of like any book website #and seeing almost exclusively asi*ov and other misogynistic garbage :((( #mine #studyblr #chemblr #studyspo #study motivation

[myarchiveforme]

it feels very significant and important that eaw continuously shows not only junho meeting youngwoo’s needs and respecting her boundaries, but also him communicating his own needs and boundaries and her meeting/respecting them. because if he wasn’t doing that, it wouldn’t be a fair relationship. like yes, she has specific needs and he has to be okay with making maybe more compromises in the relationship, but the writers aren’t shying away from having him be upfront about things that hurt him (running away from him, not considering them official in that preview) or reminding her that his feelings also matter (can you ask if I also want to hang up, how about we set a time to talk about whales bc I’d also like to talk to you about other things). it would be easy to make him a one dimensional character who does nothing but care for her and doesn’t address his own feelings, but that’s not really how people or relationships are. he’s not just blindly accepting things he wouldn’t accept in a relationship with an allistic person, he’s treating her as a whole person who can and should learn from her mistakes. it’s not just sympathy, as his friend so eloquently suggested, it’s a relationship with participation from both sides.

i’m not autistic, so i can’t speak to how the show represents the experience, but i can speak as someone with relationships with autistic people. being willing and able to communicate your own needs and boundaries while respecting those of the other person is such a huge part of any kind of relationship, and I think that showing that communication and not treating youngwoo’s character as too fragile, cold, or unemotional to comprehend someone else’s experience is really rare and important in representations of autism. maybe you do have to explain things you as an allistic person would usually assume to be evident in the subtext (it feels disrespectful to call me just to get what you want and then hang up, it hurts my feelings when you run away from me, it helps me when you tell me stories about your experiences), but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth doing. you’re just helping them connect with you in the same way they help you connect with them, by describing what they’re feeling.

anyway. i have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this show and no one to talk to them about. i’ll not write the full essay, but i feel like something this show is doing right is treating youngwoo’s character with enough respect to know that she is capable of being an active participant in her relationships.

#extraordinary attorney woo #wtf when did this post get a thousand notes #I forget that other people actually see my posts on this website and certainly did not check to see if anyone replied #so if any of you ever see this again thank u for reading and replying

[shredsandpatches]

tfw you're really down with a post until it starts insisting that both a) job-related malaise and frustration and b) scribal labor in monastic contexts are and were specific to young adults and not just a general condition of a) having a job, even one you mostly like and b) being a medieval monk, not a profession that had a corporate ladder

#like i know this is the logan's run website but still #why would you assume medieval scribes were all or primarily young people? #i guess once you turn 30 you lose your humanity and become a corporate drone or sth #anyway it seems like in most monastic communities everyone had multiple jobs #and few if any monks would ONLY do scribal work #although probably you would do more if you were good at it #ALSO funny marginalia like all illustration in medieval books were carefully planned #there are things in manuscript books that can be read as scribal expressions of frustration #but illustrations are always deliberate even if they're subversive

[kangaracha]

daffodil + chan

a song

the prompt: daffodil (a god bows before a mortal)

read it on ao3

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"You have no power over me."

running through his hands like water, and suddenly the earth is not his to control. The skies do not turn with the twist of his head, lightning does not fork in the air when his eyes, dark as night and yet still lit by some unearthly light, fall upon you, his mouth wide as if to gasp for a breath he cannot take-

And yet, still, it shivers down your spine; the magic that draws you here even as you rip it apart, the prize of your conquest to rip the world into two.

"Take it back," he hisses through his teeth, the ground trembling with every syllable that slides down his tongue. You watch his mouth as it forms the words, the flash of teeth behind thin lips reminding you of the way that the swordsman you'd fought through to get here had smiled at you - the last of his seven challenges, the last of his demons, or angels, or citizens of the sprawling, damned city he claimed as his kingdom.

And here you stood, at the pinnacle of the eighth, and stared him in the eye without cringing away because now you knew the truth. Now you knew that what he whispered in the dark was a lie and what you saw with your eyes wasn't always true, and though he may be a god and a king amongst beings that you could never hope to rival, a god can only hold as much power as you give him. A god can only claim dominion over a beast that bowed to his dogma. 

You see now that you are no beast. You are no believer in any lie he utters to the darkness.

"Take it back," he says again, the note of his voice changing. He pleads, his brow furrowing and his shoulders curling in as if waiting for the final blow. "Take it back now, before it's too late."

"I can't," you tell him, and you watch him fall to his knees, and you know that it's wrong and your heart pounds in your chest and it

like the ground does at the impact of his knees, crumbling into the pieces it was in when you first took his hand, alone on the side of the road with only one thing to call your own. And what was that thing, the little warmth you'd held to your chest in the dark and the cold? What had you traded away for the comfort of the house that crumbled around you now? Why had you destroyed him to get it back, where was it now, why did it not appear within his hands at this, the hour of his reckoning?

"Please," he spits into the cold ground, the dirt and the leaves and the curl of ivy that grows up the walls around you, old and ancient and not yet sprouted from its roots all at the same time. His hands curl in the dirt like he can reach down and pull the earth to him, like he can stop the wane of his power if he just tries to hold on a little bit tighter. "I know what you want, and I don't have it. I can't lose-"

Broken, fragile thing. Small god of limited earth, crouched at your feet like he might worship you instead. You'd thought him all-powerful once, and then you'd thought him severe and his servants and beasts and playthings petty, and then you'd thought him

because he'd smiled at you in the garden that bloomed from his own hands when you expressed your desire for a flower to tuck in the braid of your dark hair, and his hand had been soft in yours, and when he looked out across his kingdom and the clamouring faces of the people he'd brought to live there, he'd looked at them the same way that he'd looked at you.

Beneath your foot, the ground cracks, fracturing outwards like a spiderweb. It's your heart, you realise morosely, sinking from your chest and into the depths of the earth, disappearing with whatever he'd taken from you; and it was a wretched thing and it had betrayed you a hundred times over, but you still mourn at the loss of it and all the dreams it had carried with it. It blooms in your flowers in the corners of the room, embeds itself into the land and sings along with the song of his power, a thing you can hear but cannot touch, a beast once born that now does not belong to you.

"I'm sorry," he says, his breath like mist in the cold air, and even without your heart, you can't bear to see him so cold.

Your hands reach for him without permission, your body kneeling in the dirt before you can stand your feet firm upon the earth and refuse to move. He flinches away, but your fingers are soft upon his chin and the curve of his jaw, gentle when they brush the soft dip of his neck. "I only wanted to know what it was," you tell him with a voice that cannot hold itself steady. "I thought if you loved me, you would give it back." It's the only voice you have - you are not like him, or like Felix, speaking with many tongues. You don't have any power of your own.

"It's because I love you that I can't give it back." His voice is hoarse, every word a knife that he swallows without ever once flinching. "It's because I love you that I couldn't tell you what it was."

"But didn't I deserve to know?" you question. "Doesn't my life belong to me?"

Finally, his eyes rise, looking up at you with a fire that belies the cold of his skin. "Of course it does," he gasps, and his hand reaches up, dirt-stained fingers dragging at your cheek. "That's why I gave it to you, and I never asked for anything else."

"But you wouldn't give back what you took in the first place."

The sudden violence of his voice crumbles the walls and fractures the sky, the clouds blooming te dark colours of a bruise. The absence of his hand on your cheek stings in the cold; his face turns away, screwed up in regret and a pain he won't allow you to feel. You lurch forward before he can disappear, drawing him into your arms; stiff shoulders, spine of beaten steel, slow beat of a heart you once held in your hands. 

He'd stood so tall and unmoving in the morning light, when you'd first walked down this path, and now in the dark of the setting sun and the ending of the earth, his weight slumps into your grasp, his resolve melting into the warmth of your body. "I didn't want you to suffer again," he says to the soft cotton of your shirt and the curve of your collarbone, his breath a whisper against your skin. "I couldn't watch that, when you asked me to make sure it would never happen again."

Surprise comes in the pause of your breath and the still of your arms, the jump of a heart you're not sure you still possess. "I asked you to make me forget?" you question the world behind his back, and into your neck, he sighs.

"You couldn't forget," he murmurs. "She was dead before I found you, and when I took her from your arms - you couldn't forget. There was nothing I could do to fix what had been broken. And then you begged me to let you forget, so I remembered her for you." He pauses, his throat hitching like he's swallowing something down. A sob maybe, or the tears he will never let fall. "I can't give her back though. She's not here anymore."

You push him upright, your hands on his shoulders, his neck, his face. Brushing away the hair that falls in his eyes, wiping at the blood that drips from the cut on his cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, because the answer is incomprehensible. "Why did you let me go this far?"

"Because I was scared," he admits, and his teeth clench and his spine stiffens against the urge to hide away from you again. "Because I'm a wretched, evil, stupid thing who thinks they can-"

His words die in your throat; vile, wretched things that you store away to spit out later, into the ground where they belong. He is none of that; he is soft, and hesitant, until your fingers find the sharp curve of his hip and the lines of his back, dragging him closer and his lips open like there is nothing in the world to devour but you and

#sorry about the images everyone but tumblr wouldn't let me keep my aesthetic #and i refuse to bow to any shitty website #how tf do you align text on here #anyway #stray kids #bang chan #stray kids chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids x you #y/n without the y/n #lee felix #is mentioned #lee know is also in here if you can spot him #roo writes #the fight i had to a) finish this and b) post it #anyway 7k written for the last three days #a lil treat for #well for me because keeps refused to write me a fic and i got desperate #but for the love of god please someone read this please someone talk to me #i feel like i really cooked with this #one hour of my life spent going down a rabbithole #oh what else was i going to say #vaguely inspired by labyrinth #we went way off the labyrinth rails but #it's there #alright shit alright i'm gonna post it lets go i'm nervous

[martyrbat]

[ID: an uncoloured drawing for a panel next to the publicized version. They're both from the comic Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #194. In them, Batman is shown from the waist up. He's looking at Jim Gordon, who's off panel, with a penitent expression after being accused of something he secretly did do. He has his palm pressed against his chest and is blocking the bat emblem as his other hand is clasped ontop of it. In the initial drawing, there's a halo floating above his head as well as several tiny hearts mixed in with the lights that surround him. In the publicized panel, the hearts and halo has been removed and two speech bubbles have been added. He's in front of a terra rose background and is starting to say, “Jim, I don't even know what you're...” But Jim cuts him off, saying, “Stop it. I'm tired of this.”

The third photo is a description of the drawing from the artist's (Seth Fisher) website. It reads: This is another page that the DC editors changed: no halos or hearts around Batman, no matter how (disingenuously) contrite he is. In the final edition, the halo and heart in the center bottom frame have been excised.]

#happy sad boy sunday !!! #this counts because he's getting broken up with and because im sad bc they removed the halo and hearts #included the link to the website on the word too :3 in case any of u wanted to see his unpublished work too #deleting a big ol rant that no one cares about but basically: #hate seeing how much creativity and personality gets edited and removed despite it being the artist's job & how you have rememberable #and remarkable art. i get the editors got an important job but at the same time at what point do you allow art and personality to exist #just to make comics more fun to read/look at instead of basing everything on a capitalistic stoic reputation that #youre responsible for creating?? turning batman into a symbol of unwavering compassion and empathy and the reminder theres always stars #even on the darkest night if you remember to look up. him going from being a symbol of hope and humanity to being a character #that cant fucking have a heart or visual compassion out of fear they cant market him more or ruin that fragile reputation. #they make editing decisions based on it as a product instead of it as a character/story or an artform and god does it show. #happy sad boy sunday bc shutting down artistic freedom and expressionism for capitalistic reasonings is making me want to shoot myself 🥰🥰 #c: batman: legends of the dark knight | i: 194 #crypt's panels #batman #posts from the crypt

[we-love-morioh-cho]

Just saw the official Shueisha Jojolands colours.......

#I'm dragona stans too and yeah we lost #well at least the bright orange does contrast jodio's dark blue? that's something right guys? that helps right???? 🥹 #this is the whole 'dragona doesn't wear anything pink' situation all over again.........why are we punished like this #reading the jojolands #mine #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #text #the jojolands #dragona joestar #I realllllyyyy want to do a post on my ideal colours for the gang but I can't draw or do art at allllllll 😭 #maybe I'll try to work something out I would love to be able to colour jojo #if anyone knows any good websites for this please let me know

[armando-triplepapito]

This is me with YSBLF! It’s sad how there’s hardly any fics on AO3! I’ve always been an AO3 girly!! It feels like such a total downgrade now that I have to use Wattpad😫 seriously I hate that app! The search bar doesn’t even work! Heck the hashtags don’t help either!! What’s the point of them😭 but hey at least it’s better that nothing🥲

#anything for some ysblf fics🥲 #what other websites/apps do y’all use for ysblf fics? #they seriously need to fix the search bar!! #the way I find fics is by checking everyone’s account and see what they’ve read /posted #if y’all have any recommendations let me know! #I feel like already read all the good fics💀 #ysblf #betty la fea #yo soy betty la fea #fics #Wattpad sucks!

[sonknuxadow]

okay sory not to immediately start posting panels the second i open the first issue but the way sonic is drawn here is killing me

#fleetwaysonicposting #< will be the tag for this liveblog if anyone wants to blacklist it #or if any of the like 4 fleetway sonic fans on this website wanna read through it . #idk how much im gonna post about it but yeah

[chennnington]

I’m sorry I have to say this, but that excerpt really isn’t good. Your writing is bland and unremarkable and it feels overdone and undercooked at the same time. Instead of piquing my interest I couldn’t care less about what’s happening. Sorry.

Thats better criticism than what I’ve been told at work over the past weeks, so yay I guess?

And no need to apologize cause you literally didn’t have to say this. I’m pretty sure nobody held you at gun point and forced you to end this 🤷‍♂️

#ah yes. tungle dot com. the website ever. #you read an unedited first draft btw #well worse: my crude translation of it #and of course you don’t care. you don’t know these blorbos. nobody cares about strangers #I was tagged in a thing and scrolled through my document to find something to share #it wasn’t meant to get anyone interested in my books #cause I definitely won’t translate any more of it

[rolanslide]

by "first fanfiction site" I mean the website that the first fanfiction you ever read was hosted/where you first saw it (or alternatively the first place you posted fanfiction to)

#some of these are weird but I know for a fact that all of these websites at some point hosted fanfiction #fanfiction has been hosted on any place where you can write text as far as I can see #although I know for sure that the first fanfic I ever wrote was posted to Quotev #and I know this because it's still fucking there! I just found it it's there it's on Quotev #I'm not telling you any more than that because I don't want anyone finding it but it is... findable #The first fanfiction I remember actively engaging in was stuff on DA I found via youtube readings #but unfortunately my first fanfiction may have been this ff.net sonic smut fic my sister showed me a reading of when I was like at least 8 #I think the sonic one came first but I'm not 100% sure #fanfiction #polls

[katabay]

Do you think brothers are an interesting motif in both fiction and history?

I’ve watched all 15 seasons of supernatural, I have a sideblog that only contains posts about cain and abel, and one of my favorite epics is statius’ thebaid

#the short answer is yes. In general I find sibling dynamics compelling in fiction and history #the longest answer requires a lot of heavy reading with themes and whatever and I’m not gonna get into any or that on this website #brothers contain multitudes! Cain & Abel / Antigone & Polynices were for sure the starting point for interest #ask tag

[aquitainequeen]

Applicants for the Editorial Assistant position: I love reading and literature! I spend a lot of time on BookTok! I'm passionate about exciting narratives!

Me, alternating between assessing candidates and scrutinizing a manuscript to make sure there are no nasty permission surprises: Oh, you are applying to the wrong department, my friend.

#my life #my job #no part of publishing is glamorous but this section is especially un-glam #Also in this job you will not enjoy reading for long #Some advice for anyone wanting to get into publishing: #what's most desired in a candidate is time management (because you will be juggling MULTIPLE tasks in a heavy workload) #communication (with your team; with other departments; and with authors/editors) #(in editorial especially we are the authors' first point of contact. their travelling companion; their taxman #their confessor; their therapist and their punching bag) #admin capability (you're going to be using Word Excel and Adobe a lot; along with any database the company uses for their records) #and actually knowing what the company publishes #show us that you've done your research!!! #go on the website. find a few books that you like. mention them. #or just do your research on us and say what you like about us! #The sort of things that we publish and the direction we're going #I KNOW it's horrible applying for jobs and you're often applying to lots of different places at the same time #but you have to tailor your application to fit #You have to show that you understand the sort of company or imprint that you want to work for #and yes previous publishing experience is very desirable as well #that's always been much harder to get though

[birdmenmanga]

YET another comment complaining about the missing breaking stasis pages. I am getting on it but boy am I pissed. I literally updated the summary to include the pixiv link. die

#just thinking thoughts... #ARE YOU READING THIS. ARE YOU SEEING ANY OF THIS! ! ! #I LITERALLY SAID TO READ IT ON PIXIV IN A DIFFERENT COMMENT. YOU THINK YOU'RE THE FIRST TO COMPLAIN ? ? #insufferable. I hate it here. why I oughta take it down permanently. #next time my website refreshes it should be in there... tsk.