I've been looking for a fun/quick little animation sideproject to flex my frame-by-frame muscles, so introducing Margie! A cat-goose dragon based on this little fella from this medieval manuscript
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I've been looking for a fun/quick little animation sideproject to flex my frame-by-frame muscles, so introducing Margie! A cat-goose dragon based on this little fella from this medieval manuscript
Some additional thoughts

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if cis people are so great then why don’t they have a siberian orchestra
Good Evening, Alcina! Here's your 8th Century Enchanted Island Wrapped!
Your Sorcery-Assisted Age was 32 and your True Age was [𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳]
This year you:
Ensorcelled 86 men and turned them into 12 different wild beasts and 16 different natural features!
(Your most-favored forms of transformation curse were hoggification and enbushment.)
Avoided your sister's shitty little boyfriend for 38% of the year!
Successfully protected your Mysterious Urn for another year! That puts you in the top 0.002% of urn-protecting users across the known world!
Wore 387 exquisite gowns!
Caused [𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁] revelations of sexual and/or gender identity!
idk how to word this properly but wrt the fanfic thing you reblogged earlier. Why do fanfic writers have such different expectations than any other content hosting platform?
Like lets take youtube as a point of comparison, Engagement like comments and likes largely exists to boost the works place in algorithm, thats why youtubers put in calls to action and other engament bait. Few with decent reach even read the comments and the audience shouldnt try to develop any weird parasocial relationship with the youtuber. Fanfic authors ask for likes (kudos, because the websites gotta use nonstandard language for some reason) and comments despite them not having any impact on an algorithm, and seem to want the audience to try and develop a relationship with the author based on tumblr posts like that one.
Why the radical difference in behaviour away from the norm? And honestly with all the (usually) metaphorical blood spilled online about parasociality why are authors really surprised that the audience tries to keep their distance as is best practice with any other content producer?
okay I am going to answer this as kindly and as calmly as I can and try to assume that you are asking this in good faith. because my friend, the fact that you feel the need to ask is, to me, The Problem.
[this is, for the record, in response to this post]
fanfiction writers are not *posting content.* (I also have reservations about engaging with the term "content producer" or "content creator" but let's put that aside for now, I'll circle back to it.) you say "they seem to want the audience to try and develop a relationship with the author" as though it is strange, off-putting, and incomprehensible to you, when in fact that is the point of writing fanfiction. it is a way of participating in fandom. it is a way of building community and exchanging ideas and becoming closer with people.
if authors wanted to solely ~generate content~ that would get them attention (?? to what end, the dynamic you have described seems to equate algorithmic supremacy as winning for winning's sake, as though all anyone wants to do is BUILD an audience without ENGAGING with them, which I cannot fathom but let's pretend for a moment that is, in fact, true) then like. if that were the case why on earth would they choose a medium in which they categorically cannot succeed and profit, because it isn't their IP?
you are equating two things that are not at all the same thing. to the degree that parasocial relationships are to be avoided, and "that person is not trying to be your friend they are trying to entertain you, please respect their boundaries" is a real dynamic -- which it is!! -- like. you have to understand that the reason that is true for the people of whom it is true is because it is their JOB. they are storytellers by profession, and they are either through direct payment, or sponsorship, or advertising, or through some other means, profiting off of your attention. i don't say this to be dismissive, many wonderful artists and actors and comedians and any number of a thousand things that i enjoy very much go this route but they do so as a *career choice.* and so when you violate the public/private boundary with them, you are presuming to know a Person rather than their Worksona. the people who work at Dropout or who stream their actual play tabletop games or who broadcast on TikTok or YouTube are inviting me to feel like i know them to the degree to which that helps them succeed in their medium and at their craft, but there MUST be a mutual understanding that that's a feeling, not a fact.
however.
a fanfiction writer is not an influencer, not a professional, and is not looking to garner "success." there is no share of audience we are trying to gain for gain's sake, because we are not competition with one another, because there is nothing to win other than the pleasure of each other's company. we are doing this for no other reason than the love of the game; because we have things we want desperately to say about these worlds, these characters, these dynamics, and because we *want more than anything to know we are not alone in our thoughts and feelings.* fanfiction is a bid for interaction, engagement, attention, and consideration. it is not meant to be consumed and then moved on from because we are NOT paid for our work, nor do we want to be. the reward we seek is "attention," but attention as in CONVERSATION, not attention as in clicks. we are not IN this for profit, or for number-go-up. there is no such thing: legally there cannot be. we are in this because we want to be seen and known.
like. please understand. i am now married to someone i met because of mutual comments on fanfiction. our close friend and roommate, with whom i have cohabitated for over a decade now, is someone I met because of mutual comments on fanfiction and livejournal posts. that is my household. beyond my household, the vast majority of my closest personal friends are people with whom I built relationships in this way.
you ask why fanfiction writers want THIS and not "the norm," but the idea of everything being built to cater to an algorithm to continue to build clout, as though the only method of reaching people is Distant Overlord Creator and Passive Receptive Audience being "the norm" is EXTREMELY NEW. this is not how it has always been!! please think of the writers of zines in a pre-internet fandom, using paper and glue and xerox to try and meet like-minded people in a world that was designed for you to only ever meet people in person, by happenstance, in your own hometown. imagine the writers of the early internet, building webrings from scratch to CREATE a community to find each other, despite distance. imagine livejournal groups, forums, and -- yes, indeed, of course -- comment threads IN STORIES -- as places where people go to *converse.* in the past, we had an entire Type Of Guy that everyone knew about, the BNF ("Big Name Fan") whose existence had to be described via meme because it was SO DIFFERENT THAN THE NORM. treating fellow fans like celebrities or people too cool for the regular kids to know was an OUTLIER, and one commonly understood to lead to toxicity.
in the past, I have likened writing fanfiction to echolocation. i am not screaming because I like hearing the sound of my own voice, though i can and do find my voice beautiful. i am screaming so that the vibrations can bounce back to me and show me the world. the purpose is in the feedback. otherwise it is just noise.
does this make any sense? can you see, when i describe it that way, why an ask like yours makes me feel despair, because it makes us all sound so horribly separate from one another?
perhaps I will try another metaphor:
a professional chef who runs a restaurant will not have her feelings hurt if you never fight your way into the kitchen to personally tell her how much you enjoyed the meal. that would, indeed, violate a boundary. professional kitchens are a place of work, and you have already showed her you enjoyed the meal by paying for it, or by perhaps spreading your enjoyment by word of mouth to your friends so they, too, can have good meals. you show your appreciation by continuing to come back. if a bunch of people sitting around randomly happen to have a conversation about how much they love the food, it wouldn't hurt that chef's feelings to not be included in the conversation. however: EVEN IN THIS INSTANCE, it is ADVISABLE AND APPROPRIATE to leave a good review! you might post about how much you like this restaurant on Yelp, and it would probably make the chef feel great to see those positive comments. but the chef doesn't NEED them, because the chef is, again, *also being paid to cook.* that's why she started the restaurant, to be paid to cook!
i am not being paid to cook.
i am at home in my own kitchen, making things for a community potluck where i hope everyone will bring something we can all enjoy together. some people at the potluck are better bakers, some better cooks; some can't cook at all but are great at logistics and make sure there's enough napkins for everyone; some people come just to enjoy the food, because that's what the party is for. and if I, as this enthusiast chef who made something from my heart for this reason alone, learned after the fact that a bunch of people got together in the parking lot to rave about my dish but no one of them had ever bothered to tell me while I sat alone at my table all night, occasionally seeing people come by to pick up a plate but never saying anything to me -- of course that would bother me, because I am not otherwise profiting off the labor I put in. this is not a bid to be paid, because if someone WERE to say "hey, great cake!! here's five bucks for a slice" i would say no, friend, that is not the point and give them the money back. i'm not trying to Get Mine. I am in it to see the look on your face. I'm in it so you can tell me what about it moved you, so that I can say back what moved me to make it in the first place. so we can TALK about it.
because what happened in the first place is this: one time I had a cake whose sweetness, richness, flavor, intensity, and composition moved me so much that I *taught myself to bake.* so I could see how much vanilla and sugar was too much, so I could learn how to make things rise instead of fall flat, so I could even better appreciate the original cake by seeing for myself the effort and talent and inspiration that goes into making one even half as good.
learning to do so is a satisfying accomplishment in and of itself, yes.
but I also did it because at the end of the day we should EAT the cake. and it's a lonely thing, to eat alone when a meal was always designed and intended to be shared.
so, to answer your last question: i'm not surprised, i'm just sad. because somehow two things that were never meant to be seen as the same have been labeled "content," and thus identical. and it diminishes both the things that ARE intended to be paid for AND the things that are not, because it removes any sense of intimacy or meaning from the work.
i hope you know i'm not mad at you for asking. but i'm frustrated we've come to live in a world where the question needs to be asked, because the answers are no longer intuitively obvious because we're so siloed.
A few other notes: I'm sure many people enjoy optimizing their posting schedule and things like that but for me it's unbearably tedious. It does not spark joy. This is my hobby. It is not my path to a publishing contract. I do it to spark joy.
Second: at the risk of yelling at a cloud, so much of the early internet and the joy of it was people doing things just got fun, and there's so little of that left. I'm showing you my cool rocks. Come take a look.
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling
these exchanges and this fiddling about for the collective to appreciate in passing is, to me, true artistic spirit. I don't know what the past was truly like to live, but in my heart i know that humans have always been... like this

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Hi my name is Alexander Zeus-Ammon III of Macedon and I have blond Macedonian hair (that’s how I got my name) and one icy blue eye like limpid tears and one brown eye and a lot of people tell me I look like Philip of Macedon (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Achilles but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a cavalryman but my phalanxes are straight and deadly. I have fair skin that becomes ruddier around my chest according to Plutarch. I’m also a conqueror, and I conquered a lot of Greece and also Asia Minor and some of India where I’m fighting now (I’m twenty nine). I’m a Macedonian (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly chitons. I love the former Persian Empire that’s now my empire and I raid all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing Persian trousers and some bronze armor, bronze greaves and sandals. I was walking outside near the Hyphasis river. It was India so there was a lot of sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of my army stared at me because they were mutinying. I put up my middle finger at them.
callout posts in 2014: this user is sending mean messages to people! please be warned!
callout posts in 2015: this user is stealing bones from cemeteries for witch rituals!
callout posts in 2016: this user Actually A Nazi
callout posts in 2017: this user watches an anime I don’t like
callout posts in 2018: i went through this user’s youtube like history and found a video from JonTron that they liked in 2012, proving that they’re a bad person
callout posts in 2019: this user plays E-Rated Video Games, which are meant for children, which seems pretty sus to me idk :/
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what I REALLY don’t like is this post was made in 2017
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
everytime I see this post I am appalled at how true it is
How is it that I’ve never seen it suggested that Laertes and Ophelia represent the two sides of Hamlet’s inner conflict?
Laertes the intellectual overcome with anger and driven to hot vengeance;
Ophelia the romantic driven by grief to madness and suicide.
From the RSC Shakespeare edition of Hamlet, © 2008.
I knew I couldn’t be the only one to come up with this idea.
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; September 8th, 1964
“The Divination of Claude the Crab”
Oil on canvas
2020

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So I’m really close with most people in my music program, and watching them work hard and succeed makes me very happy. But there’s still part of me that feels something like jealousy; I know to not compare my own journey to others but there’s this constant nagging feeling that to be successful in such a competitive field I need to be on top no matter what. I really hate feeling this way and am definitely ashamed... how do I go about handling it?
Figure out your actual, real, specific goals and plan for how to reach them. When you know what you actually want and what you’re doing to get there, it becomes easier to look at someone who’s doing something else cool and think “good for your” and stop there.
When I look at some of my colleagues and friends and classmates who are off in big cities doing super cool things, it would be easy to become jealous. However, I realized a few things in grad school.
Big cities are great for visiting but I do not have the situational awareness or peripheral vision to live there; I’d get run over by a bus in minutes.
I really, really like being able to support myself on 4-6 hours of freelance work a day, which is not physically possible in a big city.
Constant travel would lead to me bailing on the whole music thing in less than a decade, guaranteed, because burnout.
So I decided to move back to my home area, rent something incredibly cheaply from family, and perform and teach locally. Now I live in a cute town of 26,000 and my partner and I are on track to buy a house of our own in 2022, at age 26, at which point I’ll probably start auditioning in earnest again outside of the local opera companies.
Working at my own pace, for goals that I want to reach, has gotten me a teacher who sings at the Met. It’s gotten me a steadily growing voice studio (I give discounts to Tumblr folks, hmu!). It’s allowed me to support myself in comfort without spending $$$$$ just to have a bunch of roommates. That sounds successful to me.
Your idea of ultimate success may be different. Maybe you want to be first chair of your instrument in a major orchestra. Maybe you want to be travelling all year. Figure out what your i d e a l life would be, and what it would take to get there. Then break that down into dozens and hundreds of tiny, achievable steps. Then start at the top of that list and work your way down. Eventually, you’ll realize you were too busy working on your dreams to be jealous of other people achieving theirs.
You have got this.
be healthily sensitive. tell them you're hurt when you're hurt. describe what hurt you. no silent treatment and passive aggressiveness. be honest. don't compromise your emotion. don't bottle it up. weigh the issue. understand and maybe, forgive.
Favourite scenes from Pride and Prejudice (BBC 1995)
#i don’t think i can ever properly articulate the exquisite brain-melting drama of a pre-internet cliffhanger that this was at the time #picture the scene: you’re 12 years old the internet is not in your house yet - the book is merely a title on the family shelf #(which in fact you’re still unaware of at that time anyway - it’s a big shelf) #if you’ve never personally read it it may as well be brand new at that point #and then your mum’s like ‘watch this show with me’ and you’re like ok #and you get to wickham telling his story and you’re like ‘oh noes this darcy guy is terrible’ #and then he proposes and you’re like ‘holy shit’ and then the explanatory letter comes and you’re like HOLY ACTUAL SHIT #and your world is ROCKED like physically cannot take the drama #and Jane and Lizzy at that point are like ‘oh well we’ll die alone’ and you figure this is how grown-up novels just are #this must be how adults stories go - it’ll probably be sisterly flower-arranging for the next few eps but you’re cool with that sounds fun #and then. she goes. to derbyshire. and you’re like wait wait wait waaaaaait a minute hotdamn #will be be there??? what are the odds?????? low right???? #and then!!!! she runs into him!!! at his house!!!!! and you’re like MUM TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS #and she like lol no I will tell you NOTHING you must SUFFER #AND HE’S MAKING SUCH AN EFFORT #AND THEY’RE ALL WALKING!! TOGETHER!! and you’re CLAWING at the CURTAINS at this point #and then lizzy and the gardiners go to leave and they’re all talking!!! he’s by the carriage saying goodbye!!!! #and then they drive off and he STANDS there ALONE and PINING and you’re like ‘will she turn around?’ #and then! she turns! around! AND THE CREDITS ROLL AND YOU WONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENS UNTIL NEXT SUNDAY NIGHT #AND YOU’RE LOSING YOUR ENTIRE TINY MIIIIIIIIIIND #HOW CAN I WAIT A WEEK TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT - MUM WHY DO YOU HATE ME #and that sadist and long-term austen fan is just ‘no. shan’t. i’m enjoying your tiny meltdown too much. you’ll just have to wait and see’ #and you have to wait a WHOLE WEEK and you have NO IDEA what happens #as no one has literally ever mentioned this novel to you nor has it ever once appeared in any part of your life either print or audiovisual #the sheer exquisite pre-internet struggle of a 200 year old story being BRAND NEW AND LETHAL #cause of death: expired as a pre-teen due to having to wait a week until the australian broadcasting corporation showed the next ep
Mirko Roschkowski, Olesya Golovneva, Silvia Hauer, and Shira Patchornik in Uwe Eric Laufenberg’s production of Mozart’s La clemenza di Tito. Hessisches Staatstheater Wiesbaden, 2019. (Photo: Karl and Monika Forster)
Midsommar (2019) dir. Ari Aster

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notes apps are like:
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history and fate = same force in opposite directions? fate as forward acting trauma??
flour
meds
Much Ado About Nothing (1993) dir. Kenneth Branagh