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Sick sick sick of possibility of being fucking recorded every waking second by tiktok obsessed quasi celebs. Video titled something like "Caught him thinking he's the main character" but it was just a kid wearing headphones, looking out the bus window. Of course it was posted without his knowledge. Stop recording strangers and everything you see, nobody gives a shit and not everyone is happy to be on tiktok or youtube because of a moron with no braincells and an account. What could be a forgettable awkward moment is now permanently there for the victim of lackabrainis infested idiot to get anxious about forever.
Okay, this seems like a relevant thing to share today: I've been in this position. Back in college while on that student lifestyle, I somehow ended up with a pretty bad iron deficiency. How bad? I was not only sleeping too much, I was falling asleep everywhere -- in class, in the library, in cafes five minutes after drinking coffee. It was terrible. Anyway, during a class I enjoyed, I was sat at a table with a few classmates, and I started falling asleep while taking notes; nodding off, dropping my pen, startling awake and falling asleep again, until my head was on the table. No one seemed to mind, we were all going through it I guess, and my lecturer was nice enough not to make a big deal out of it.
Cut to the next day and I was in the Students Union, when a friend came up to me and told me how funny that video was of me falling asleep in class was. What? I asked her about it, what did she mean, who made the video, and she realised I literally had no clue about it. Kindly, she told me who to talk to and I thanked her. I was already upset, but I knew it wasn't the messenger's fault. So, I took to Facebook and messaged the girl who made the video -- a girl on my table in the class from before. I asked her about it, and she admitted it right away -- she took the video on her phone during class and posted it to her snapchat. That's how the other girl saw it, not to mention countless others.
Sorting this out was an absolute toil. I felt betrayed and violated that someone would do that while I was obviously not in a position to have any say about it. I lost friendships with the people who took the girl's side, as if it was no big deal or "funny". I had to tell the lecturer about it, because let's face it, that's a shit thing to allow to happen during class itself, the department moved to be more alert and proactive about restricting phone use in class, and all that girl had to do was give a half-hearted apology. The next semester, she was still openly using her phone in another class we had.
For a long time, I couldn't trust anyone who held their phone up around me, as if to take photos or video. It would make me so anxious and put me on edge. I never did speak to the people who cosigned her behaviour, who acted like it wasn't their problem that their bff video-recorded a person in class over their health condition without their consent.
I did eventually grow out of my anxiety around phones, and I resisted the urge to break that girl's phone, but, I will absolutely bring back that energy if I see someone record a stranger in public without their consent. Take it from someone who's been that target -- if you think it's okay, you deserve to get your shit wrecked.
I just want to add, in case anyone reads this and isn't sure -- yes, it is absolutely fine to reblog this, and in fact I encourage you to. If testimony from a former target of this behaviour is the one thing that makes it click for anyone thinking of doing it, if it makes them reconsider before potentially ruining a stranger's life, then my experience will be worth it for me.
Don't record strangers and put that shit on the Internet or social media without their consent.
I will also throw out a reminder that some people may be essentially in hiding and wouldn't like their faces plastered online because they were looking over the produce section of the grocery store with a "weird" expression or whatever.
Victims of abuse and violence, people who've gone no contact with family, people (usually women) with abusive exes, special needs children, etc, etc. All people who could be easily found and hurt if these 'ha ha funny' videos end up in the wrong person's feed.
For the love of all things holy, please grow out of this need to try and 'go viral' from filming perfect strangers and adding a 'funny' little soundtrack.
This all comes back to the entitlement attitude. That girl mentioned above didn't video the other for fun. She recorded it because she found it funny and thought that she would get attention and likes or whatever by posting it to her social media.
If you do this, you are profiting off of someone else's image/struggles/life. That 'profit' may not be money, but it's clout, it's likes, it's reblogs, it's a whole buncha others joining in to make fun of this person who has no idea they've been recorded and are now the target of some joke.
It's cruel, it's childish, it's rude and hurtful. Stop thinking the entire world is your personal content fodder, and stop recording strangers for the lolz.
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Book update: Publisher has let me know that The Ward Throne is getting nudged back to February 2027. So one extra month! I'm not mad about it, although my inner gremlin wants it NAO DAMMIT lol. Just means more time with the editor!
In the meantime, I'm chatting with a friend who wants to record the audiobook when the paper copy releases. When editing is done, I'll be able to send out ARCs to my advance readers for reviews! @orangekittyenergy (who is one of my favourite humans for all her work on this! ❤️) is still plugging away at the cover, which looks SO GOOD SO FAR and I'm so excited to show everyone soon, once that's finalized!
In the meantime, I've been playing with the Nortantis program that @greyias linked me to (Grey, you are a wonderful human being for all your behind-the-scenes help! 😘), and I think I now have a world map for the entire world, and a zoomed-in bit for the section where Ward Throne actually takes place! Because every self-respecting fantasy novel needs a map. 😉
Publisher has also said that preorders should open about two weeks or so before the book hits shelves/Amazon. So stay tuned for me to excitedly screech about that!
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I can't find the post but there's this one post that's like "aging is less than 1% as terrifying as whatever the fuck is going on with people desperately trying not to age"
That but with weight.
Getting or being fat is less than 1% as terrifying as whatever the fuck is going on with people desperately trying to not be fat.
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Pairing: Arthur Nightingale x Drifter (pre-relationship)
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Summary: It's been several months since Drifter arrived in 1999, colliding with the Hex and setting into motion schemes in which they are all unwitting pawns. In that time, Drifter has come to realize that while Höllvania may be lousy with techrot, it also has its upsides. Some of which may be worth sticking around for.
Author's Note: This started as just some slice-of-life drabble intended to help me sort through Drifter's understanding of their abilities. It then snowballed into a two-chapter fic that involves Drifter and Arthur going on a not-a-date for pizza while commiserating over their unhinged family trauma. These characters have me in a chokehold!
Listening To: Feeding the Gods - Wind Walkers
Excerpt from Chapter 1:
"I…overheard your question, Amir." Drifter caught Eleanor's hesitancy to admit to her eavesdropping, and let it go. "And my interest was piqued. I've actually wondered the same thing, considering…"
Eleanor projected a series of images into their head, all of them featuring Drifter in various stages of transferring in and out of their collection of warframes—mostly by choice, though on one occasion Drifter saw themselves forced from Voruna by a brutal point-blank hit from a Scaldra RPG. Voruna was thrown back, the sword-steel bodice of her torso spider-webbing with cracks that glowed a hot and angry red. There was a blinding white flash of light and a loud crack that sounded like something being drawn taunt, then snapping. The image came back into focus, and there was Drifter, materializing out of a strange fuzzy halo of red light that seemed to have been expelled from Voruna right before the warframe crashed to the asphalt of one of Höllvania's many streets.
Drifter suffered the same fate a moment later, falling to the ground and tumbling like a combat dummy blasted off its anchor. Blood spattered across the dark road from various gashes and wounds on their body—the once incorporeal tenno now beaten and bloodied on the ground.
The truth of the matter was, Drifter wasn't sure how their void-powered abilities worked. What was it that allowed them to dematerialize and take control of warframes? What gave Drifter the ability to blend their mental self with the physical aspect of a frame? And what made them wholly physical upon ejection—bearing the wounds and the mental echos of the armor they'd just worn?
"I can try to explain it, but it kind of just comes down to 'void fuckery'," Drifter said with a slight shrug. "As a tenno, my basic biology is human—blood and flesh and all those bits. But, tenno biology has also been altered so that it reacts to, and can be manipulated by, void energy."
"Yeah, but, where do you go when you're doing your mind-meld thing with your warframes?" Amir asked, his fingers mindlessly drumming on the table top.
Every once in a while, I wish the friendship meter from the Sims was real so that way when people tell me "I used Chat-GPT" they can visually see just how much respect I just lost for them in that moment.
One time an acquaintance told me she entered Snape's star chart into chatgpt and I could physically feel that meter dropping three separate times over the course of her sentence
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