Aventurine...more like Surfturine🏄🌊
I saw someone on Reddit suggest "Beachturine" for him and it made me giggle.
And just now I thought, "oh yeah, because here his job is Beach."

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Aventurine...more like Surfturine🏄🌊
I saw someone on Reddit suggest "Beachturine" for him and it made me giggle.
And just now I thought, "oh yeah, because here his job is Beach."

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Hey guys, guess what, Aventurine knows how to surf.
reminding everyone to wear sunscreen because the sun is a deadly laser: 😁😊
having to spend 10 minutes slathering yourself in grease just to safely be outside in the sun for 20 minutes. because the sun is a deadly laser: 😐👎
Is this a joke? because 20 minutes is about the amount of sun exposure you should ideally be getting UNPROTECTED to make Vitamin D if you’re light-skinned. If you’re darker-skinned you need more, maybe even up to an hour. And that’s midday sun. There is absolutely no reason to “protect” yourself from the sun early in the morning or in the evening. Letting early morning light hit your bare skin and eyes prepares your body for more intense sun exposure later in the day.
The sun’s rhythms govern all terrestrial life, and our bodies evolved to utilize its various wavelengths. Treating the sun as a deadly laser is about the worst thing you can do for your health.
girl the skin cancer
Oh boy there is something very insidious about advocating for darker skinned people to spend more unprotected time in the Sun, especially when detecting skin cancer is already so biased towards light skinned people and leads to many poc going unchecked for skin cancer until it’s already too late.
I’m not saying it was a deliberate act of racism, but that’s why it’s so insidious, because it happens without conscious thought; this is a pretty good example of how racism slips into literally every aspect of daily life without people even noticing. If you need more Vitamin D, supplements are good enough. They work for people who live in countries that already don’t get much sunlight. If you are dark skinned, do NOT spend an hour in the Sun unprotected, use sunscreen and stay in the shade.
Here’s an article on the signs of skin cancer in people with all skin types, and why it’s a complete misunderstanding that people with more melanin don’t need as much sun protection.
Every single article about skin cancer advocates for UV protection no matter what your skin type is. They do not think that “natural” Vitamin D is worth the risk of dying.
Ok I was going to put this in tags but realized that this needs to be a post! So here's your PSA on why you should wear sunscreen starring me and my skin cancer story!
I grew up in the South and my whole family has a history of skin cancer, for reasons that will be immediately apparent when you see my pasty ass face. At the age of 36 I finally booked a visit to a derm because 1) I needed to and 2) I had a lil tiny persistent red spot on my face. Thanks to a random post on the skincare subreddit years ago, I knew that redness and flaking around the edges was potentially cancerous, so ya boy saw the derm. (Putting read more here for pics)
Ps: if you have a persistent red spot with flaking see the derm immediately btw love you
Yeah so I had one of those for over a year and I, like a fool, kept picking at it. It was on my scalp on the side of my head under my hair and it got to the point that I had to be veeery careful brushing my hair because even a little too much of a scratch from the hairbrush would have it bleeding. Like. A lot.
So you know. I knew there was something Problematic. But I kept hoping it would magically go away. (I would like to point I am an adult and I should know better)
But eventually I was at a regular doctor routine checkup and I was like, "oh yeah also there's this weird thing on my scalp that won't go away..." and he took one look at it gave me the frowny face of Disappointment and immediately gave me a referral to the dermatologist.
Dermatologist got me in real fast, took one look at it, was like, "oh yeah this doesn't look great, I'mma slice off a bit and we'll see what it really is." Do you know they just use a burny thing to cauterize the wound that leaves behind and if they miss a bit your scalp will start bleeding profusely thirty minutes later right as you're about to get out of your car and go back in to work? Yeah, that happened and I had to go back and get more cauterization yay!
Anyway, like the above dude, it was basal cell carcinoma that stumped everybody because, like...it's under my hair. I have thick hair. It's an unlikely place to find such a thing compared to like EVERY OTHER SQUARE INCH OF STUPID PALE SKIN ON MY BODY. But anyway.
Even though I let it go so long, they were able to get all of the cancer out with just one swipe of the MOHS knife (that makes it sound simpler than what happened) and I've got a very long scar on the side of my head (covered by my hair I was so glad they didn't have to shave much of it off) and a little spot that is forever bald where they cut the cancer out.
But yeah, so...wear sunscreen, kids. And a hat.
Falling Into Place ch 31 in progress excerpt
I'm so fucking slow this time. I don't even have a good excuse. But anyway, stuff is happening, I promise!
He can be grateful, at least, that he hadn't been limited to doing his work on a single screen. In fact, most of one wall in the room had been devoted to various displays he quickly put to use. It's not long at all before he's covered it with a variety of charts, graphs, and other diagrams. In addition, he'd uncovered a hologram emitter on the desktop with which he projected a map of the Principality's various planets. Lost in thought, Ratio pushes back from the desk to get a more expansive view of everything before him and mutters quietly, "the problem is not merely in shutting the devices down. That is simple enough. But they must all be disabled and," he glances at the holographic map floating in the air before him, "ensuring that we actually know where they all are. Or…" He frowns and leans forward, suddenly intent. "…Perhaps-" His train of thought is then broken by the sound of someone's heavy thudding tread from out in the hall, and an even heaver thud on the door when someone seems to use their shoulder to shove it open. Ratio only has just enough time to turn toward the door when it bursts open to reveal a blur in black and white who zips inside, slams it shut behind him, and then levels a gun on the doctor. "Well, what have we here? Who the fork are you?"
random horse-related vent here
So the draft horse rescue I support just brought in a few horses and posted about it with a little video on their Facebook page. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Something else that's not really out of the ordinary is the number of people that ask why their tails are so short.
Which is, to be clear, because some prior owner docked their tails so they can't grow long ones. Because draft horses are generally used for pulling carts, carriages, plows, etc, and their owners don't want to have to deal with braiding their tails or otherwise doing extra maintenance to keep them out of the way of the equipment. So they just dock the tailbone and call it a day.
Anyway, amongst all these normal comments is someone claiming that "The breeds adapt after generations of docking, it just incorporates into the breeds."
And like. No? That's not how natural selection works?
I came over here to say this because I try not to tell people they're fucking idiots on the rescue's page.

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Silent Requiem
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.
He's so pretty. <3
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A brand new Fluffy spinoff…?
my birthday fic is the best around <3 please read what inspired this drawing!
🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/84066626

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We're getting there little by little, sure. But it's a road.
Anyway happy international asexuality day back to work I go
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Childe goes to Mondstadt on Fatui business, meets Lohen, and things proceed in predictable fashion.
Upon exiting the building, Childe discovers waiting for him a young man wearing a noble's garb in shades of blue. But both the Favonian crest on his chest and the miniature crossbow strapped to his arm make it clear he was anything but. "I've heard of you, Mr. Harbinger," the knight says with a sardonic tilt to his lips. " They say you like to fight."
Yeah so I just had to write a little something on these two silly boys meeting.
But don't worry for those of you waiting on the next installment of Falling Into Place, it's still on the way, I haven't forgotten! :)
Sunday LIVE 1/8th scale figurine
I'm SCREAMING he's so beautiful.
forgot to post this here, shout out my bsky moots
In my ravenous search for some unheinous thing with which to play my vast and ancient music library, I've discovered beautiful FOSS creatures feasting upon the corpse of WinAmp
And what this means is I can now play music with an interface made up of pixel art old enough to rent a car
The internet is beautiful forever
Also i highly recommend getting a gaggle of friends together and scrolling through the piles and piles of archived winamp skins together. Peak experience.
I used the skins at the ends of the top row.
When they came out for Winamp.
I fear we are old, my friend. I recall the top left on this post in particular.
Thirding “oh yeah, top left”
Fourthing "oh yeah, top left"
Though I think I ended up with a purple skin eventually, I forget where I got it.
I miss winamp.

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Almost every single comment that has popped up in my Ao3 inbox recently has been from a bot/scammer. Ugh. It really sucks to get excited just to see that it's not a real reader at all.
In light of recent events, I have begun submitting bug reports when I see mature content labels applied inappropriately to posts, especially if an appeal has been rejected.
Extremely good idea - how are you doing it? Through the contact us option?
Yeah it’s one of the options on the Contact Support form:
for what it's worth: after a few months of submitting help tickets as 'feedback' when i saw a post inappropriately flagged as mature, i tried following this suggestion instead. today i got my first-ever response from tumblr support on this issue, letting me know that a post i'd submitted a ticket before has had its mature content flag removed.
Funny to see this when I got a notification that a mature content label had been put on my fic update post from last night. I sent back a response that I figured they must have flagged based off one of my tags which...was a turn of phrase, not "mature" at all.