Here is a moodboard and a playlist I made for my ongoing fic, 1934. It's got a California and summer vibe, so I thought it would be appropriate to post for the Thommy Summer Smash!
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
NASA
One Nice Bug Per Day
RMH
KIROKAZE
$LAYYYTER
Keni

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Cosmic Funnies

Mike Driver

Andulka
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izzy's playlists!
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todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Here is a moodboard and a playlist I made for my ongoing fic, 1934. It's got a California and summer vibe, so I thought it would be appropriate to post for the Thommy Summer Smash!

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*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*
my favorite thing paul does in interviews is when he mentions a beatles song and then starts singing it to make sure people know it, like he'll say "we were performing she loves you, you know 'she loves you yeah yeah yeah...'" like you literally don't have to do that. everyone knows that song. you are paul mccartney
My personal favorite is when he goes to tell and a story and he prefaces it with "you know, john and I- john lennon and I-" like yeah no we know that. we know who john is. you are the beatles
carson is 6735% sure that they’re fucking
I think the thing that annoys me most about AI on a personal, day to day, level is what it has done to grammar checkers. If you've never done a lot of editing, or used to 5+ years ago but haven't really in the last couple years, I can't even begin to describe how fucking BAD this shit has gotten. And as an author it is EXHAUSTING.
I just want to catch spelling errors and accidental double spaces and repeated phrases and whenever I use the wrong too/to or affect/effect and shit. But no. They've shoved AI up the ass of every grammar checking software out there and now they all fucking suck and make the most random, obnoxious, nonsensical suggestions.
And yeah, I can ignore all the times it's trying to get me to cut out any semblance of my own voice, or shove things into the wrong tense, or make the most random suggestions on comma usage. But if it's getting all that WRONG, what is it just straight up missing that I SHOULD be correcting? What real spelling and grammar errors are still lurking in there?
"Use Libre Office."
I get why people keep saying this (and other versions of it like "Use Adobe alternatives" and "Use Google product alternatives."). But here's the problem: I do not create in isolation. Even my own 100% personal projects are getting sent to other people whether it's editors or printers or beta readers and unless every single person in that train is using the same products, things can get wonky.
Libre Office and Word handle formatting differently on the back end, which can completely break documents if you move them back and forth between the two. So if I write in Libre Office but my beta readers are still using Word, when I send them a manuscript for review there's a good chance things won't look right and my beta reader will not actually be reviewing what I sent them.
Industry standards are industry standards FOR A REASON. Having everyone on the same workflow can be crucial to getting things done effectively and correctly without creating a lot of extra work. And those things are not going to change overnight, as much as we might want them to.
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Yeah, Word, let me just leave this whole chunk of dialogue without the closing quotation marks. That's the thing to do. How dare I have two punctuation marks in a row. It's not like that's how closing quotation marks fucking work.
I am going to light something on fire.
And you know, for young writers, this has got to be so detrimental just from the perspective of opening your document and seeing a million corrections that, frankly, don't need to be there. If you're a young writer you're likely not going to have the background knowledge to know what is and isn't a good suggestion, you're just going to see a document that makes it look like you made every mistake possible so clearly you must be a terrible, stupid writer and should just give up.

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“It makes no damn sense! Compels me though,” and “no, it’s JUST DUMB” are the two most important additions to the general vernacular ever
is anyone else annoyed that "ai" encompasses both chatgpt and tools we train to do repetitive tedious work for us. and by the ripple effect of articles like "scientists develop ai to detect cancer early" that make people argue for the merit of chatgpt or become anti-medicine. and by the general state of the world and society
My #1 conspiracy theory is that the decision to call LLM and other generative technology “AI” without modifiers was a marketing ploy to muddy the waters and make criticism/dissent more difficult.
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
In Downton Abbey, Daisy and Thomas's ages are a mystery that I believe is linked to enforced chastity, which serves as a tool for bodily control and infantilization. Carson accepts that the boys have sex (except for Thomas) and decrees that the girls must say no, otherwise they are prostitutes (except for Mary). Thus, by enforcing chastity in the kitchen, mature, free, or autonomous sexuality is denied, and the series' institutional system succeeds in stripping them of their adulthood. Patmore controls Daisy with shouting and orders, and even decides who her husband will be; the result is a mother-daughter relationship that the audience applauds and values. It reminds me of the traumatic attachment relationship between Janine and Aunt Lydia in "The Handmaid's Tale." Janine and Daisy are women, and they behave like insufferable children; this is how their minds protect them from abuse. Daisy, trapped in an asexual limbo for 15 years, is carefully constructed so that the script ensures the audience doesn't perceive her as a woman with her own desires; otherwise, she becomes someone like Ethel, facing expulsion, prostitution, and misery. This is the same logic as Gilead, where women's purity is not a moral choice but a social imposition to keep them docile to the system.
In Thomas's case, the forced chastity is much more violent and explicit. His sexuality is a crime and, in Carson's words, an aberration of nature. Thomas lives in terrifying abstinence, since any minimal encounter ends in blackmail, beatings, or the fear of prison (the wall in Gilead). Thus, while Daisy's adolescence stretches like chewing gum, Thomas's stretches or shrinks according to the circumstances. If Thomas cries alone in a room, he is a child who needs protection; But if he betrays Gwen at the dinner table (a "terrorist" act in the style of Mayday), he becomes a resentful, bitter, and Machiavellian man who deserves punishment. By suppressing the expression of their desires, Daisy appears too immature to demand better wages and Thomas too unstable to ask for respect.
Rob James-Collier is a total heartthrob, what a handsome man! But in the third Downton Abbey film (where the entire cast had aged), audiences thought Thomas looked "old"; in the second, they complained that Dexter was too old (and Rob was already over 40). So what happened? Did Rob age a lot in a couple of years, or did the perception of the character change? I think it's the latter. For six seasons, Thomas's age varied depending on the circumstances. Then, in the first film, Mary was sure that Thomas wasn't ready for the King's visit because he looked like a rabbit facing lions. Carson, for her part, justified the replacement by saying that Thomas was too young and unstable; in other words, Mary and Carson had control over Thomas. In that same storyline, one man asks him to dance, and another kisses him on the mouth! Thus we arrive at the third film, where Thomas has a job far removed from the rigidity of Downton, is independent of his adoptive "family," doesn't have to apologize to anyone for existing, lives on another continent, and has a husband! By giving him stability and a partner, the infantilization trap is broken; and the audience, accustomed to seeing Thomas as the troubled child in the kitchen, experiences a cognitive shock; and to process this new information, they label him as "old." He can no longer be viewed with pity for the wounded child nor with contempt for the incomplete man. By leaving Downton, Thomas escapes the cage of the narrative, and, in turn, the audience is confronted with seeing him as an equal, an adult, with the power of decision, and loved.
1925 Summer frock of blue and white from the fashion magazine "Beaux Arts des Modes", Pinterest.

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I’m suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.
A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.
“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.
“I’m afraid there might be danger,” she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.
The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.
“I can handle danger,” I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. “I am good at handling things.”
“It’s about my husband. He’s gone missing.”
She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. “Seems your ring has also gone missing,” I said. I hoped her dress would join it.
Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. “I don’t wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.”
“In my experience, trouble doesn’t wait for an invitation.” I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. “When did you last see your husband?”
Garak smoking a fat space blunt, listening to experimental cardassian music while sketching slutty outfits he wants to dress Bashir up in
the other day my friends and i watched the great gatsby and one of them suggested putting on lou bega’s scatman and hatman and here i’ve recreated the magic we experienced that night

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getting scambot messages from random accounts that clearly used to be normal active blogs is sad enough. you know that there used to be a real person on that blog until they were tricked into handing their password to the digital fae.
but it's an entirely new level of tragic when somebody you've actually spoken to gets turned into a bot account. it's like peeking at a zombie apocalypse through the window and realizing one of the shambling corpses was your friend.
and then the zombie catches sight of you, lurches up to your window, and shouts through the glass that they accidentally reported your account to tumblr and you'll be deactivated unless you click this link.
RIP to the blog that used to DM me to tell me they liked my new chapters. Their last known words spoken before being turned, 17 hours ago: "Ggs!" They were praising someone's deadlift.
the message they tried to get me with is probably the same message that got them, so for anybody who hasn't already been warned about the signs of a zombie account:
if you get something like this ↑ they're gonna follow up by instructing you to contact tumblr support on discord and give you contact info; or they're gonna link a website that looks sort of like tumblr support and say you have to email them; or any variety of "you must now contact tumblr, here is how you contact tumblr."
whatever they send you, it Does Not lead to tumblr. it leads to the master zombie that bit them and inducted them into the ranks of the undead, and will bite you the second they have your email and password. i might be confusing zombies and vampires. anyway,
it's easier to fall for these messages because the blog doesn't LOOK like a bot blog, because it ISN'T a bot blog. it's a normal person's blog that got accessed by a bot, meaning the blog's content CLEARLY looks like a real active user when you click on it. and yes—it might even be a blog you already know. sometimes bots like this go down a blog's DMs or reblogs and message people they've previously interacted with.
they got one of my treasured followers, and they can get you too. don't fall for their tricks. know the signs.
Kelly Link, 21st April 2026