Hi, I'm Ebony. I'm a 25yr old Aussie Ace, and this blog is messier than my room (I just never get around to tidying it up). Let's spin the Wheel of Fandoms and see which one we have today........It is BTS! They've been an integral part of my late teens, and i am honestly so proud of how far they've come, and i want to see how far they'll continue. Tune in next time for another spin of the Wheel of Fandoms!
Sorry if you already answered this but I'd like to ask you where's come from the ideas from the 2nd season: all new from you, or you had notes from Pratchett from the old days?. I ask you this because I'd read you saying (here in tumblr) that all this notes with Terry were used in the "extra" scenes of the 1 season, the not on the book scenes from the tv...
Many ideas from the conversations we had about the sequel – not plot stuff, but character stuff and place stuff – made their way into the first TV series.
The second season isn’t the sequel. It’s something I plotted with the brilliant John Finnemore that allows us to get gracefully from the end of book one to the place that the second novel would have started.
If ever there’s a third TV series that will be the story of the second novel.
video starts circulating on the holonet filmed by three twi'lek performers howling laughing above the sound of pounding club music over an extremely drunk off-duty clone trooper covered in body glitter exactly recreating the choreography from a very raunchy hit-music video on the center-floor pole and NO ONE can figure out who the hell it is because its so dark and the girls are shaking laughing.
But there’s glitter in the coruscant guard barrack’s shower room and everyone is going INSANE trying to solve this mystery
Don’t shoot! I’m friendly!: Prove you’re not a bot
AI dismemberment: Disable algorithm settings
Friends?: Gained a mutual
I recognize you: Follow someone you know from r/Tumblr
MY EYES!: Change the site palette
Great Idea: Reblog a post
They love me: Have a post reblogged
Oh boy oh boy you’re gonna get a Rare achievement for this one
Containment Breach
I’ve been inundated with over 120 new followers in the last 5 hours. I haven’t been able to even check if I have any pornbots. I’m tired and need to go to bed. I’ll clean up this mess tomorrow.
This is cool to look at, though. I’m studying some data-science adjacent fields so things like this are fascinating to me.
I’ve been told I should submit this to world-heritage-posts. Just to make it clear what happened to me, here’s a screenshot of my notifications activity in the last 24 hours.
For additional context, I’ve only been here 4 days.
At his point, I’ve been here 5 days and this post has 85k+ notes. My notifications have recovered to the point that sometimes they’re empty so I’d say the breach has been recontained and now I just need to deal with the cleanup process.
I figure it might be interesting to show just what this experience has been like.
This is my notification history over the last week. I joined Tumblr Saturday June 17th, 2023 around 12pm so the actual data starts half way through the chart. My follower count has grown at a roughly equal pace.
Overall, I enjoyed the whole thing once the shock died down. I was just surprised this was the post that would gain any traction at all. I expected the chicken posts would be the first ones to reach triple digits and only several months later. But I’ve enjoyed reading peoples’ reactions and chatting with folks here.
I’ll close out by sharing some other achievements I’ve gotten since:
It’s free to give: Like a post
It’s great to receive: Have a post be liked
This calls for a specialist: Install a third-party app
Roommate went out of town once, asked me to look after her cat.
Night one she comes down meowing at me. I go check her food/water, they’re full. Litter box empty. Make sure my roommate’s door is still open and she’s not locked out of her room or something. I try to pet her and she dodges me, offer her treats and she won’t have it, try playing with her but she won’t play, try just ignoring her and she won’t stop following me around meowing at me.
So I call my roommate, concerned maybe she was sick or in pain and that’s why she was being so insistent despite having all her needs met.
Roommate goes: “OH! She wants you to go to bed. Go upstairs to my room and just sit in my bed with her for a few minutes. She should curl up and get comfortable. Once shes laid down she usually lets me go back to what I’m doing she just can’t seem to go to bed on her own”
Sure enough, I go sit on roommates bed and she just happily jumps up, curls up on the blanket, and purrs herself to sleep.
I like when cats try to give their humans healthy habits.
The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin. They both looked down at the crumpled shape of the Overlord, His Unholy Majesty, in his obsidian armor.
His final spasms had been mesmerizingly acrobatic. The fall down the steps leading up to his iron throne had pretzelled his body quite impressively, both arms folded behind his back and one leg bent at a jaunty angle.
The goblin looked at the orc. The orc looked at the goblin.
“Shit,” said the goblin.
“Shit,” said the orc.
“We’re likely to get blamed for this,” the goblin said. She walked over to the head of the glittering mangled heap and started pulling the helmet off.
“It’s not our fault,” the orc said. “It’s hard to help someone choking when they wear two-hundred pounds of spiked armor at all times.”
“Yeah, well,” the goblin grunted. The helmet came free, and the bald head of the Overlord bounced on the stone with a hollow, coconut noise. “You know how it is in this bloody country - thieves get their heads cut off so they can’t think about thieving, and all that.” She fished in the Overlord’s mouth with a finger and pulled out the obstructing olive on the end of her claw.
She popped it into her mouth and chewed. “What do you reckon they do for a regicide?” she said.
“We should run,” the orc said. She had started bouncing her leg. “I hear that there’s some places in the Alliance where they just kill you and let you stay dead. That’s got to be nicer than what’ll happen if we stay here.”
The goblin started to nod - and then her gaze fell on the helmet.
It looked like a pineapple designed by a deranged blacksmith. It was all thorns and spikes and hard edges, as though the maker had been very determined to not let pigeons roost on it. The only bits that weren’t solid iron were eyeholes. Nobody had ever seen the Overlord’s face.
She held up the helmet and squinted from it to the orc. One of the thorns had been bent badly in the fall.
Nobody had ever seen the Overlord’s face…
“Right,” she muttered. “Right. Could work - or.”
The orc had a sudden vision of the immediate future. “No,” she said.
“I mean you’re about his height-”
“No.”
“It would just be for a-”
“Absolutely not.”
“Just hear me out,” the goblin said. “Outside of this room are two-thousand men and orcs and goblins who are absolutely gonzo about this man, and there’s a whole country of them outside of the castle, and at any moment someone’s going to walk in that door and see one dead tit in black armor and two unbelievably dead idiots next to him.
”Or.“ She tossed the helmet up like a basketball to the orc, who fumbled and tried to find somewhere to hold it that wasn’t a knife’s edge. "We chuck him out the window now, walk out the door in the armor, and ditch the armor as soon as nobody sees us.”
The orc had started bouncing her leg again. “They’ll know something’s up the second I walk out of the room.”
“No worries,” said the goblin. “Leave that to me.”
—
It had been a very strange year for the Empire.
Change had rolled across the land as slow and inevitable as a glacier. Roads and bridges carved the gray, blasted wildlands, and a number of social reforms had made the country a place where you could be miserable, yes, but miserable in comfort and safety, and that was an improvement.
Barely anyone got boiled alive in molten metal, and even if the disgusted sun never rose to light the Empire, at least you had a roof over your head to protect yourself from the acid rain.
im gonna be real i do think we need to spend more time as a society encouraging adults to play pretend in structured ways bc what i’m getting from a variety of sources is we all like to make fake shit and pretend to be people we are not
No fr adults would be a lot healthier if their need for play was more easily satisfied. Play is a fundamental human need that does not go away when we exit childhood but it’s treated as childish and frivolous. No bitch that’s how we process our experiences and knowledge and practice emotions of all kinds in a safe space!! Learn how to play again!
“young adult dystopian novels are so unrealistic lmao like they always have some random teenage girl rising up to inspire the world to make change.”
a hero emerges
And just like in the novels, grown men and women are going out of their way to destroy her. Support our hero.
And it’s not even like it doesn’t happen regularly.
Teenage girls are amazing.
Sometimes they’re not even teenagers
Reblog every time a girl is discredited/ignored
Who they are:
Emma Gonzalez
Malala Yousafzai
Ruby Bridges
Greta Thunberg
Mari Copeny
Autumn Peltier
Afreen Khan
Sophie Cruz
Charlottesville Black Students Union
Naomi Wadler
DAPL protestors (names not found)
Ahed Tamimi
This isn’t a coincidence. Revolutions almost always happen when the population of a country is at its youngest and that’s a lot more true nowadays with social media.
Claudette Colvin was actually the first one to refuse her seat in Montgomery, Alabama to a white passenger. The movement chose to promote Rosa Parks as the figure for that form of protest because Claudette was a pregnant 15-year-old girl.
Barbara Rose Johns was a 16-year-old who organized a student strike protesting segregated schools. This strike, after gaining support of the NAACP, became a lawsuit that turned into Brown vs. The Board of Education and resulted in the desegregation of U.S schools nationally.
7th-grader Mary Beth Tinker, disturbed by the Vietnam War, decided to wear an arm band with a peace sign on it in protest. Her school suspended her. Her family filed a suit, Tinker vs. Des Moines, which reached the Supreme Court and ruled in her favor, ensuring that students and teachers maintain their right to free speech while in school.
Freddie & Truus Oversteegen were sisters who joined a Dutch resistance movement in WWII in their teens. They lured, ambushed, and assassinated Nazis and Dutch collaborators. They also blew up a railway line, transported Jewish refugees to new hiding places, and worked in an emergency hospital.
Our history books may like to showcase male figures, but behind every movement is a young girl ready to make a change. It was true then, it’s true now, and future generations of teenage girls will go on to inspire progress, whether they’re credited or not.
We were raised on these stories of fighting back against oppression, but then the people who wrote them or read them to us act shocked we turned out ready to fight facism even while being anti-social.
There are many reasons why women’s history is so often elided or erased in our education.
But one of those reasons is that so MANY of the women who made history, did so for reasons that challenged existing structures of power…and usually in accessible, related ways that modern day institutions feared students learning from.
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