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Can I get some specific instructions on how to diminish and go into the west?

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I wish porn wasn't so fucked up as an industry because goddamn, it's hot watching hot people have sex!!!
As a fic writer with anxiety here is my PSA for any fic readers that also have anxiety about kudos and comments:
No we don't think it's weird if you kudos or comment an older fic. Quite the opposite. We love it! I often end up rereading my old fics and remembering who and where I was when I wrote them and the memories I have attached to them.
A string of emojis is better than no comment. I don't need eloquent paragraphs.
Similarly keyboard smashes are also fun! They almost always make me laugh.
Leaving cute things in the tags of reblogs is not cringe. I love them. I love seeing them. Also you wanted to share my writing?? I immediately love you.
Likes and kudos are great if that's what you have spoons for, but if you can leave even just a heart or a reblog with no tags then it will always mean the world to me.
Sending me asks about my fics will probably make my day!
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Ok somehow I've completely lost interest in fandom :(
A hyperfixation and/or nerdy obsession will most likely return soon, but until then, I probably won't write fic or anything :(
This is very sad but just part of the ebb and flow of life I guess, booooooo

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The Nippon Mill Explosion
No one outside the Pacific Northwest has heard of Longview, Washington. Those who live in the region have occasionally glimpsed it from a car window as they drive on interstate 5, to Portland or Washington. Longview is one of many small American cities with a blue collar community and no real claim to fame. There are no cultural landmarks, no great museums or colleges or really anything of note, so many people dismiss it as a working class town ready for gentrification. I know Longview differently. Although I do not live in the town, I work at the local hospital, and have made friends with incredible people there. Hard working folks who will show up for you if you need them. Grumpy older men that still say "hey, you ok?". People who take their children to the local city lake on sunny days, who attend the annual squirrel festival, who raise families and care for each other.
And many of those people work at the local mill.
First opened in 1953 by Weyerhauser, the paper mill has helped the town survive the bust of the once booming timber industry. Even as appropriate environmental regulations have forced other plants to close, the mill remains a feature of Longview. Sure, residents will complain about the smell (I've bitched about it multiple times), but the mill provides a stable career for people in a town without a lot of prospects. Unlike Portland or Seattle, there aren't a slew of community colleges and universities to provide training and education for residents. Longview locals can enter the mill fresh out of high school and immediately have a career to support families and buy houses and live a good life. It's dangerous work, but it's paid well and the union is strong.
On Tuesday May 26th, just after seven o' clock, a tank containing almost a million gallons of white liquor exploded.
The phrase "white liquor" isn't scary. It brings to mind white Russians and vodka. But it isn't actually alcohol. Instead, it's a chemical composed of sodium hydroxide and sodium sulfide, and is used in the first step of paper production. Similar to lye, sold as drain cleaners and used in soap making, white liquor is a highly alkaline chemical which breaks the bonds between the molecules of wood and turns it into a workable slurry. According to the chemical safety data sheet, the following protective equipment is recommended when working around white liquor: gloves, goggles, aprons, respirators. A single drop, former employee warns, will eat through your skin. If aerosolized, the white liquor causes horrible chemical burns in your lungs. A splash to the skin needs immediate flushing of about thirty minutes, and will require medical care. Be careful when working with the white liquor, the safety posters say, and the subtext is clear: it's dangerous, you blue collar idiots who probably failed high school chemistry! Even a splatter is bad!
When the tank suddenly failed, the flood of chemicals rushed through one section of the mill, even reaching the parking lot and beginning to dissolve cars. But adjacent to the tank was a breakroom, and in the breakroom, the millwrights and other employees were having their morning work huddle. The scene is all too easy to picture, since we've all been there. Standing and sitting and sipping coffee, groggy from Memorial Day barbeques, people were clustered in that room. And then, the tank suddenly collapses. Perhaps there was a loud creaking as the metal gave way. Perhaps the hundred of thousands of gallons of liquid made a sound as it rushed free of containment. Perhaps some of the people in that breakroom saw it happen, or perhaps none of them knew something was wrong until they were knee deep in caustic liquid. Some were able to escape, with mild burns. Some could not flee in time. Firefighters responded quickly to the scene, but there was confusion as to the nature of the liquid, and some rushed in unprepared. Later, a firefighter would be treated for chemical burns at the hospital.
Less than an hour after the initial explosion, a mass casualty event was called at the local hospital. The Emergency Department, chronically understaffed and overfilled, was woefully underprepared for the flood of victims. But they tried. Oh, how they tried. Longview is small enough that chances are high that some of the ED staff knew the victims, either well or distantly. The smell of burnt flesh lingered in the exam rooms. Patients were life flighted to hospitals down south, better equipped to handle the severe burns. There is not much more I can say without breaching confidentiality.
There is no definitive number of the injured, but the death count is at eleven people. Eleven people lost their lives. Eleven families are wrecked beyond belief. Many were new fathers, often the breadwinners of the families. These families are grieving and planning funerals, although some will not have bodies to bury- the caustic white liquor has dissolved flesh and muscle and perhaps even bone, to the point that remains have to be decontaminated before being sent to pathology. Interspersed with the grief is anger and fear. Anger that the mill did not replace the tank when it was decommissioned, one former employee says. Fear that the investigation will reveal insurmountable safety violations and the mill will close. Hundreds of people will lose their careers, and well paying jobs are hard to come by in Longview. It will be a crippling blow to an already struggling town.
In the coming weeks, the news will move on, as another horror story will surely shift their focus. But the city won't forget. The gash upon the community will take a long time to heal and even then, Longview will be left with a horrible scar.
Manifesting that Dan and Phil go on tour again some day in the US because as a post Hard Launch Phannie who has binged every video and finished the "all Dan and Phil videos in chronological order" playlist, hearing them talk about how special and amazing their tours are physically hurts me. I can't get over the fact that I JUST BARELY missed TIT. I would give anything to see them live.
Taiwan Travelogue by Yang Shuang-zi
It's been awhile since I've written a pretentious review of an excellent literary novel, and what better way than this delicious novel??? Longlisted for the International Booker Award (which remains one of the few literary awards I still trust to nominate quality over palatability), "Taiwan Travelogue" is a brilliant meta-novel about the effects of Japanese imperialism and, by extension, the tensions between Taiwan and China. Presented as a translation of a lost memoir, the main character is a Japanese author touring Taiwan in the 1930s with a native interpreter. Their relationship evolves against a backdrop of mouthwatering cuisine descriptions, and although it isn't a true romance novel, the love is tender. Shuang-zi writes characters with such nuance and depth that I found myself reeling at the quiet complexities revealed through a rather distorted lens. And I'm not kidding about the food descriptions making me hungry: I've looked up a local Taiwanese restaurant and am making plans to go visit!!
Furthermore, the novel is written deftly, and the translation is superb, making the text quite readable. Not only did I enjoy it as a novel, I also learned a staggering amount about food, the culture, and history. Plus, the footnotes were wonderful additions.
All in all, a lovely read that I highly recommend to anyone interesting in expanding their TBR list and develop a hankering for pork buns!
SHE WON THE INTERNATIONAL BOOKER PRIZE!!!!!!! God this novel was SO GOOD and SO DESERVING of the prize!!!
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Where did my motivation to write fanfiction go, this is bullshit. If anyone is reading this, please help me find it. I have unfinished fic and I need a hit of ao3 comments again, like an addict
I think that far too many women learn about gay sex ed from reading yaoi fanfiction. "short people are bottoms and enjoy being penetrated" "all feminine people are submissive, and submissiveness automatically equates to bottoming" "tall people are tops because they are alphas and not omegas" sorry honey you're thinking about the hunterxhunter story a teenaged girl made up for ao3, not real life lesbian dating. Let's put the comic books down.
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No because why is everyone sleeping on Ovid's Heroides???? The current scholarship is fairly dismal, unless I'm missing a bunch of articles somehow. The poems are EXTREMELY readable to a lay person and are incredibly fucking interesting!!!! Why are y'all reading shitty Greek Mythology retellings when Ovid was already doing it better two millennia ago!!!!

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specifically this kind of bonk.
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