prokopetz:

I think the real problem here is that big media corporations seem to believe that social media userbases are fungible, and persist in acting on this belief no matter how many times it’s demonstrated to be wrong.

There’s a specific pattern of events that plays out over and over (and over) again, and it looks something like this:

1. Social media platform becomes popular

2. Social media platform is purchased by big media corporation in order to gain access to it large user base

3. Big media corporation realises that social media platform’s demographics are not the demographics they want to sell things to.

4. Big media corporation institutes measures to drive away “undesirable” users, apparently in the honest belief that the outgoing users will automatically be replaced by an equal number of new, more demographically desirable users

5. This does not, in fact, occur

6. Social media platform crashes and burns

You’d think that, by the sheer law of averages, at least one person who’s capable of learning from experience would become involved in this whole process at some point.

figbian:

title: eight a.m. on tuesdays (throwing rocks on my bedroom window)
link: archiveofourown . org/works/16731330
word count: 4,750
pairing: mermista/seahawk
summary: in which Mermista puts out an ad for someone to wake her up & ensure she goes to her biochem class & Sea Hawk responds)

AD: PLEASE CALL ME AND MAKE SURE I GO TO MY 8 AM CLASS TUES/THURS. I WILL LITERALLY PAY YOU. 555-0923-XXXX.

/

So Mermista is literally having the worst day of her month. Year. Life, even, if she’s really feeling dramatic, and she kind of deserves to feel dramatic. She’s missed literally enough of her stupid, 8 AM biochem class that her professor emailed her. Yeah, her professor emailed her. Mermista actually maybe wants to die. Painfully.

Anyway, her roommate’s been really nice about it. Perfuma’s cool; Mermista will admit that. She’s the one that came up with the ad idea, anyway, because Perfuma also likes to sleep in until 11 AM, and neither of them respond well to alarms. (Case in point: Perfuma sleeps through hers about as often as Mermista turns hers off, which is like, every day at this point).

So. Her life is out of control, and she posts this ad in like, four different common rooms in prayer, and then the absolute worst thing happens.

Someone responds.

read more at archiveofourown . org/works/16731330 

fandomsandfeminism:

fandomsandfeminism:

Look, I dont know a lot about saints and Catholicism, but I know St. Agatha is always depicted with her breasts on a plate, and that’s sure something

There’s a lot of female presenting nipples here. Whatcha gonna do, staff?

tilthat:

TIL activists tried to eliminate birthright citizenship from the constitution in 1942 to strip Japanese-Americans of their citizenship, claiming their “racial characteristics” made them “unfit for American citizenship.” It was defeated thanks to a coalition between the JACL, NAACP, and ACLU.

via reddit.com

bananonbinary:

bananonbinary:

bumbleshark:

sneakyfeets:

a-perplexing-puzzle:

sneakyfeets:

pipersgay:

step one: 

artemis fowl movie:

failed step one

The casting call for Artemis Fowl described him as a boy with a “fun-loving, open heart” so you knew before they even landed their eyes on the first mediocre white person the movie was irretrievably fucked

The casting call described him as what now

last i checked back in 6th grade, artemis was a fuckin dick of a child

“emotional intelligence” artemis fowl literally would rather die than express an emotion

im pretty sure he actually has on multiple occassions

im reblogging this again because i just remembered that artemis fowl hates being a Human Being With Feelings so much that he emotionally and mentally devastated *several* psychologists so badly that they gave up the profession, just because he didn’t want to admit that his father being declared dead and his mother falling into severe untreated mental illness such that she couldn’t recognize him on most days might, maybe, have upset him a little.

Tzedakah is buying a roll of quarters and walking two feet in front of the meter cop plugging all the meters and watching them get pissed

humxo:

being just abled enough to not get fired from your job out of like, constant desperate scrambling to keep up?

is some shit. it’s destroying my life. but it’s proving that i’m Abled Enough To Support Myself, i guess. i just.

i’m so exhausted and so fucking lonely. it’s driving home how normal it isn’t that like, other people at work have actual lives, including elderly ladies in my department with disabilities doing the same shit i am.

they go places, do things, make plans. keep their homes clean. cook. eat what they like, bring actual foods in, are able to eat actual foods in a room full of people and eat a meal in a couple minutes.

part of the cult trap that held my parents is the normalization of constant exhaustion– That’s Just What The World Does To You.

but i think that what a lotta leftist discourse misses is that…it’s not. most people *are*, at least, *capable*, if not *thriving*, in forty-hours-to-pay-the-bills. and just doing the rest of their living around that.

i don’t think that makes it good, right, or something that doesn’t need fixed. and that doesn’t solve that i need to pay bills and feel like shit.

kryptonians:

yellowsuggestion:

yellowsuggestion:

my favourite thing about tumblr is that they discontinued fan mail in 2015 but in 2018, three years later, they still haven’t edited two word out of this:

i wish this was me

the worst part is that the system is still in the site’s source code, they just removed the button that gives you the ability to send fan mail