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“They asked me to tell you what it was like to be twenty and pregnant in 1950 and when you tell your boyfriend you’re pregnant, he tells you about a friend of his in the army whose girl told him she was pregnant, so he got all his buddies to come and say, “We all fucked her, so who knows who the father is?” And he laughs at the good joke…. What was it like, if you were planning to go to graduate school and get a degree and earn a living so you could support yourself and do the work you loved—what it was like to be a senior at Radcliffe and pregnant and if you bore this child, this child which the law demanded you bear and would then call “unlawful,” “illegitimate,” this child whose father denied it … What was it like? […] It’s like this: if I had dropped out of college, thrown away my education, depended on my parents … if I had done all that, which is what the anti-abortion people want me to have done, I would have borne a child for them, … the authorities, the theorists, the fundamentalists; I would have born a child for them, their child. But I would not have born my own first child, or second child, or third child. My children. The life of that fetus would have prevented, would have aborted, three other fetuses … the three wanted children, the three I had with my husband—whom, if I had not aborted the unwanted one, I would never have met … I would have been an “unwed mother” of a three-year-old in California, without work, with half an education, living off her parents…. But it is the children I have to come back to, my children Elisabeth, Caroline, Theodore, my joy, my pride, my loves. If I had not broken the law and aborted that life nobody wanted, they would have been aborted by a cruel, bigoted, and senseless law. They would never have been born. This thought I cannot bear. What was it like, in the Dark Ages when abortion was a crime, for the girl whose dad couldn’t borrow cash, as my dad could? What was it like for the girl who couldn’t even tell her dad, because he would go crazy with shame and rage? Who couldn’t tell her mother? Who had to go alone to that filthy room and put herself body and soul into the hands of a professional criminal? – because that is what every doctor who did an abortion was, whether he was an extortionist or an idealist. You know what it was like for her. You know and I know; that is why we are here. We are not going back to the Dark Ages. We are not going to let anybody in this country have that kind of power over any girl or woman. There are great powers, outside the government and in it, trying to legislate the return of darkness. We are not great powers. But we are the light. Nobody can put us out. May all of you shine very bright and steady, today and always.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin
I need a polite and effective way to say "hey your heart is truly in the right place and your anger is often righteous but I think sometimes you’re getting recreationally mad about things that are frankly not worth the amount of energy you’re spending on them, and every time you do this you're driving yourself slightly more insane with nothing to show for it," and then I need a way to broadcast that message through a loudspeaker to roughly 30,000 people at once, and THEN I need a time machine to send that message to my past self lol. and maybe a second time machine in case past me tries to be clever and sabotage the version of me who comes through the first time machine
am i losing the drive to create things for an increasingly alien and hostile world whose mounting taste for fascism feels like a cold metal vise around my skull or am i just lazy and unmedicated and looking for excuses
Neither, you are losing hope.
My dear follower please don’t chastise the cookie clicker guy for feeling the crushing weight of fascism

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"Um," said the fairy. "Choose something else."
Rosamund hesitated. It was, she had to admit, the first time she had ever been given a wish, so she wasn't an expert with this sort of thing, but she felt that this was not part of the typical script. "Sorry," she said. "Is that not allowed?"
The fairy grimaced. When it spoke, its voice came out pained and stressed. "Y-y-y-e-e-e-no," it sighed at last, dragonfly wings sagging. "No, technically no, it's not not allowed, but-" It suddenly brightened. "How about gold? Can't go wrong with gold. Gold's a good wish."
Rosamund frowned. This was really not going the way she expected at all. "Excuse me-"
"Beauty, that's a good one too, beauty's always popular," it went on. "And if there's a ball nearby tonight I can probably-"
"Excuse me!"
The wand was twiddled in chitinous fingers. "Right," the fairy said, sounding scolded. "Sorry, it's just..." Its voice trailed off.
Her grandmother's clock chimed midnight from the mantelpiece.
Then - "I'm sorry," it said, not daring to look up, "I know it's not fair, but - you know what I am. You know what we do to wishes. If you wished for wealth I'd have to turn your hair into silver, so you’d have to tear every strand out of your head before you could spend it. We can't help it. It's what we do. The cost of a wish is that you get what you want, but you don't get it the easy way.
"So if you wish for a child, it'll be - strange. Twisted, somehow. Made of pine or marzipan or have the head of a hedgehog. That's the cost of a wish-child; you'll get the child you wished for, but it'll never be - right."
Rosamund waited to see if there was anything else. She felt a sting to her pride when she realized there wasn't. "Is that all?" she said. "I wouldn't care what I got-"
"You all say that," the fairy said. "You all say you wouldn't care what you got. You all say it, and you really believe it, until the neighbours sneer at you and your hedgehog child for too long, or your back aches because your thumb-high child can't help you in the fields, or your pine child kicks and bites and won't obey, and then you think, 'This isn't the way it was supposed to be,' and then..."
The fairy stopped and looked into Rosamund’s eyes. It was a beautiful thing, all glittering carapace and iridescent wings, but just for an instant it looked terribly, terribly old.
"I'm sorry," it said. "But I'm tired of making unloved children."
You meet all sorts of people on a river cruise
I’ve been mesmerized by this. I love all the details each artist put in. I highly recommend watching the full video. It really inspires me to write.
20y/o Tetra design yar har har
My favorite part about the betta fish community is that we all collectively decieded to give our fish the worst best names in the world. I know a fish named JORTS. He'll never know how dogshit (meant awesome) his name is because he'll never be bullied in fish school, or by a school of fish.
Anyways, my fish is named Biggie Cheese.
* Cheezy Wheezy,
*Biggie,
* Cheese Touch (C.T) ,
* B.C (Before Cheese),
*The Notorious B.L.U,
* Cheese Slice,
*and A Slice of Bigs
are all acceptable alternative names.
Our first betta was a male named Catherine Betta Jones and our last was a female named Girl

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In hindsight being a “gifted kid” is so funny. You have substantial difficulties with socializing and fine motor skills but we’re going to ignore that because you’re really good at reading chapter books
We don't need to raise this one because it can read novels.
I think that if you are in any area of Academia in a professional capacity it is in fact an obligation to think about methods of collection and dissemination of knowledge that exist outside of Academia. and in fact I think that if you do not do this you are a bad academic. much less actively disparaging the people outside of your institution as automatically "anti-intellectual" bc you do not agree with them.
Ok but like the guy processing single cell data in vscode does NOT know how to teach grandma in Georgia what a vcf file is nor does she want to know! There are lots of resources out there and personally I believe it falls on the public education system to inform everybody how to identify a primary source, how to read and interpret academic literature, etc. It’s not the job of every academic to be both student and teacher all at once! And also in any case everyone must remember that academia is a very broad group of people and you cannot make blanket statements about them >_>
somewhat ironically: this is a discussion that you lack the foundational information & context to understand. you are responding to it this way because you do not understand it, because it is discussing subjects which about which you lack information. possibly bc that information is largely disseminated outside of academia.
not a criticism! just something to think about.
Ok, can you provide some of the foundational information and context that vie1seitig and apparently me too are lacking? I have no idea what you mean.
some close-ups of my pixelart :3
just letting everyone know this post has been cooking for 7 years and it'll finally post in 2028
its so old that when i click edit the corners of the boxes are still sharp

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I made a bad comic and now you have to look at it
what if your doppelganger loved being you more than you ever loved being yourself. they're better at being you and everyone loves them and it feels almost selfish to want your life back. i want clone horror but the horror is that the thing trying to replace you is also the person you always wanted to be.
and it is imperative that it ends with killing the better version of yourself with your bare hands btw.
I'm certain the people I've been most jealous of - the valedictorian, the guy who got that promotion, the dude she married - those are the clones that won. How else could they be so unflawed, so unburdened by failure. I know that smug look, my clone had it till the very end.
I'm not really jealous of those people because they're dead. They lost. Probably because they didn't fight dirty. C'mon you can't win a fair fight here.