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suz-123:

writernotwaiting:

daltongraham:

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feelingsinwinter:

hjbender:

noelleian:

the-arkadian:

Attention fanfic writers: If you use Google Docs to write/store/back-up your fics, you might want to download anything you don’t already have backed up elsewhere. Google is apparently invading and deleting people’s personal drive content thanks to the FOSTA/SESTA bill that recently passed through Congress. Essentially, it criminalizes ANY platform where sexual content could be placed.

It may also be worth making sure you have offline back-ups of any and all fics you have posted here on Tumblr and on AO3, in case Yahoo get antsy (they’ve been cracking down on the porn bot tumblrs already) and OTW face a legal challenge to take down AO3. I’m hoping that’s not the case - but I was on LiveJournal during Strikethrough in 2007 and I remember the way that whole communities as well as individual LJ accounts were deleted and purged; it was instrumental in the founding of AO3 in the first place. That was a widespread purge of fanfic writers and communities, LGBT+ communities and writers and more, all due to legal threats that SixApart, the company that owned and hosted LiveJournal, received due to allegedly hosting paedophile content. After Strikethrough was over and LJ admitted they’d gone OTT, there were a number of communities and accounts that didn’t get reinstated. I’ve always been quite careful not to have my Tumblr flagged up as NSFW in part because of that. Given the number of Facebook accounts that get temporary or permanent suspensions thanks to malicious false reports, I have very little confidence that Tumblr’s staff won’t make mistakes.

I’m not sure what this means for collaborative fics; but Google Docs probably aren’t a safe platform for that anymore.

Oh, shit. I’m glad I found this. Thanks for the heads up. @softnocturne @moonsandrock @blacknekojess @cynfinnegan @passingdestinies @scacao  @noirangetrois @lbro009 @hjbender @ any other  fanfic writers that I’m forgetting. I don’t know which programs y’all use, but just in case.

Thanks @noelleian! 

If this is news to anyone else, listen, whatever happens in the world of politics, backing up your stuff is always a good and necessary thing. Do it and do it often. Be wise. Nothing is certain. Nothing is stable. Even data decays. In a world of rapidly-decreasing hard copies, you must perform backups. It’s not paranoia, it’s prevention. 

@tisfan @27dragons I know you both use it so I thought it would be a good idea to tag you but I’m not sure if anyone else does so, please, be safe and save everything you can wherever you can.

If they touch Ao3 I fucking hope there will be a revolution overseas to bring it back, killing of everyone who tried to get us off of our drug.

@xtaticpearlsblog @ishipallthings @thecitylightshow @tahlreth @viudanegraaa

Fuck. This. I’ll need to do Google like mad.

Creators should beware of google for more than just their privacy policies and any “decency” enforcement. Pay attention to the terms of service. They state:

 “When you upload, submit, store, send or receive content to or through our Services, you give Google (and those we work with) a worldwide license to use, host, store, reproduce, modify, create derivative works (such as those resulting from translations, adaptations or other changes we make so that your content works better with our Services), communicate, publish, publicly perform, publicly display and distribute such content. The rights you grant in this license are for the limited purpose of operating, promoting, and improving our Services, and to develop new ones. This license continues even if you stop using our Services (for example, for a business listing you have added to Google Maps).” [emphasis mine]

I will never use google docs for any of my creative work.

Crap @jrubalcaba @magellan-88 @silver-starburst

Fkkkkn hell

@papi-chulo-bucky @fanficwriter013 @cassiopeiassky @this-kitty-has-claws @sebbys-girl

Omg

Shit

HERE ALL FANFIC WRITERS WHO FOLLOW ME AND USE GOOGLE DOCS

@astroaves uh oh, peach…

@skygemspeaks
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yiddishanarchy:

yiddishanarchy:

yiddishanarchy:

Hey there, I’m R. I’m 24. I’m disabled and trans and struggling a lot. I am constantly suicidal and working with mental health professionals to try to find light in life again, but it’s hard work. I really need medicines to keep me alive, food to keep me from starving, utilities to keep me and my roommate warm. Please, I’m begging you if you can help at all, please do. Signal boosts are incredibly appreciated, I’m in over my head and stressed to death about not making it.

Paypal: transdragoning@gmail.com (direct link)
Square: https://cash.me/$RDonations 

I’m begging for even one donation right now please help me I’m begging y'all

Please reblog, I desperately need to pay off bills. Please help me, I’m begging you.
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dresupi:

So like.  

Still no word back from my hubby’s work about when he’ll be going back to work. He’s applying at some places in our town and in the one to the south of us.

Unfortunately, we need new tires for the car (one just blew last week and we bought a used one, but the others are becoming very bald (wires sticking out, etc).  This is our only vehicle, so it’s kind of a necessity if he’s going to even GET to work if any of the places he’d applied call him back.  

And it’s my oldest child’s birthday in ten days.  

AND our printer conked out and a replacement is needed.  (I use it daily for the kids’ homeschooling and such).

I know I’ve been asking for nothing but help lately, but I opened up commissions, so at least it’s not just me begging for change again…

I also have a Patreon.

Paypal Link.

Amazon List.  

*falls on the floor and sighs heavily*  

Thank you guys.  
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kinomatika:

big big ups to the lovely @misa-chu and their mom who came by to help us with rehoming the tank.

other things to note that we really weren’t uh, expecting, but uh:

- we still have no kitchen table/chairs

roach needs a set of furniture for their bedroom so their clothes have a place to live

roach also needs a shower curtain

we need $$ for food

the uhaul ended up being more expensive than i anticipated at $460 (we got insurance because we are towing a car and driving interstate)

roach is NOT getting their moving bonus until after they start work, which may be anywhere from January 2 - February 12??

our rent will be due Feb. 1

we can probably swing it when roach’s credit card comes in, but i would really really like to avoid racking up debt before we need to, especially for essentials like this.

i have a paypal debit card, so if anybody wants to chuck dollars at me for moving expenses, my paypal is nerosfishbowl@gmail.com and whatever you send will be immediately available for me for use. right now our main needs are food, final deposit/rent for the apartment and the uhaul payment which goes as follows:

Uhaul: 460$ (will post receipt later)

Final move-in costs $832 (reciept at bottom of post)

Food/electricity: $100

Necessary furniture: 370$~ (for a side table, bed frame, chest of drawers, futon, shower curtains and bathroom storage

and that’s about it for now.

Again, my immediate-use paypal is:

nerosfishbowl@gmail.com

and if you would like to know other ways to help us out, send me an ask.

thanks much ✌️💖
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poplitealqueen:

My Mom is a mutant.

To be specific, she has a disorder called Factor V Laiden Thrombophilia (same as me *waves*), a genetic mutation that causes abnormal clotting of the blood. When treated appropriately (I can never take birth control, I’ll develop complications if I ever get pregnant if I’m not careful, and in situations such as long flights I have to make sure to move around as often as possible), it’s manageable.

There’s always a very real sense of danger, however. See, blood clots can form anywhere in the body, and *move* anywhere if not caught quickly enough. If it moves to the heart or the brain, you’re screwed, plain and simple. Even if it doesn’t, and it just stays in your leg and eventually goes away, for example, it leaves damage that is often irreparable.

Fifteen years ago, when my Mom was pregnant with my youngest sister and what would have been her twin, she developed a bloodclot in her left leg. It was late enough in her term that attempting to get rid of it would have meant terminating the pregnancy, and my Mom, after asking if she would die from it and being told no, decided to not go through with the procedure. She lost one of the twins, gave birth to my baby sister, and ever since then has lived with a disability that puts her in constant pain.

The first time I saw her with her bad leg, it was when I was six-years-old. She came home with my little sister–I had to hold her since my Mom needed crutches to get around. She screamed the entire time she walked down the hallway to her room. It hurt her that badly. I’ve never felt more helpless in my entire life. The sound of her crying like that has never ever left me.

The best way to describe the physical atttributes of her leg would be like taking a hot knife and stripping off all the skin of your lower leg. Among the symptoms she’s had for over a decade include: swelling to the point that she’s torn pants, weeping–which means the wound on her leg that never goes away because of the poor bloodflow leaks fluid–to the point that she has to wrap a towel around it, bleeding, the skin cracking and falling off on a regular basis, a higher chance of getting infections (in the past four years, she’s had two staph infections, one of which resulted in an emergency room visit), and the almost complete assurance that in the next ten years, she’ll be completely wheelchair bound.

She raised me and my three other siblings on her own with that disability after my Dad left and our extended family stopped giving a shit about, and as often as she frustrates me, I want to be able to help her. She has done *so* much for me, and seeing her in pain every single day, having her crying in bed because she thinks nobody will ever love her again because of her bad leg, seeing her cycle through seasons of depression only to fight back with everything she has, seeing the look of hope when she finds something that might fix her leg only to learn that it’s too expensive to get the treatment, kills me. Knowing that it’ll only get worse without proper help hurts more than I can properly articulate. She isn’t the perfect mother, not by a long shot, but I love her and I want to be able to help.

The thing with her leg nowadays is that the bloodclot is gone. It has been for about a decade. It’s the damage it did to the veins that remains. We have yet to encounter a doctor willing to attempt surgery to replace the damaged vein, and everything else has been more for dealing with it than actively trying to find a solution.

We have found one possible one, however. An oxygen treatment that has been proven to help restore bloodflow. The problem is, the treatment is expensive and considered experimental, so it isn’t covered by our insurance.

You’re probably wondering where I’m trying to get at with all of this. It’s simple. One treatment costs 150 dollars, and my Mom would need to do about eight of those in the span of a few months to see any actual improvement. I want to change that. I want to be able to go up to her, tell her, “I’ll handle paying for the oxygen treatments to fix your leg.” I want to be able to see some hope on her face again, instead of the near-constant acceptance that she can’t change it no matter how hard she wants to.

I’m still just that six-year-old kid that wants to help her Mom. The only difference is, I’m not helpless anymore.

On my Patreon, I make a grandiose show of how I want it to help launch my career as a professional writer, which is true, but nestled deep in those descriptions is one throwaway line about helping to pay for medical bills. I didn’t delve deeper into how on there, since as this post shows it gets rather long-winded, but of the many medical bills that comes with this family, the need for my Mom to get this treatment is starting to creep higher and higher. She’s already showing signs of being unable to walk, and her leg is slowly but surely getting worse. Her doctors have even started talking about possible amputation if there isn’t any improvement.

In short, I’m asking you guys for help, because I don’t know what else to do. I don’t want to see my Mom in pain anymore. I know how to help her, but since losing about $500 worth of income last month, my paychecks go towards the bills and such that we already have. I haven’t been able to save like I used to, and the longer we wait the less likely we’ll be able to fix anything.

I need your help, guys. My Mom needs your help. I know this is a longshot. I know I’m not popular, I’m not beloved in a way that warrants having money thrown at me for no good reason, my creations are still fledgling, I know there are people out there that have it so much worse, but I’m still taking this chance. I’m coming with my nose pressed to the ground before you in supplication, and asking from the bottom of my heart: please, help my family.

Whether this story warrants that is beyond me, but stories are all I have.

If you can offer anything, thank you. If all you can do is read this, thank you. There isn’t any guilt here. It’s simply a story and a question from someone with nowhere else to turn. Those don’t always need responses.

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prop. I-1552, a bill restricting trans workplace and academic protections, as well as REQUIRING A TRANS PERSON TO DISCLOSE THEIR ASSIGNED GENDER AT BIRTH BEFORE ENTERING A PUBLIC RESTROOM, is 2/3 OF THE WAY TOWARDS GOING ON THE BALLOT. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST VOTE MIDTERMS. WE CANNOT ALLOW THIS BULLSHIT IN OUR LEGISLATURE. THIS IS A DISGUSTING AND COMPLETE DISREGARD FOR OUR HUMAN RIGHTS.

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wendycorduroy:

when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors.  we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards.  he wasn’t the only one.  there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face.  we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time.  one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly.  everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it.  people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly.  he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us.  he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga.  he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention.  i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day.  i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole?  but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes.  there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know.  being friendly.  i thought we were friends.  but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams.  beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me.  he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly.  but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back?  don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill.  and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex.  that he just wanted her for a relationship.  a girl who was just an object to win, a prize.  a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

maybe she friendzoned you.  but you girlfriendzoned her, first.

I am clapping for this, you just can’t see it.

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tightmare:

tightmare:

And I thought my life couldn’t get any worse. More trauma. My mother was arrested and she’s the only person I have (the only person who does not abuse me). I’m old enough to live by myself but I’m only 17 and extremely mentally ill and cannot go into work unless it is sex work, which will deteriorate my health further. She did not do anything wrong, she has a morphine pump for broken disks in her back and she was charged with a DUI. I know it’s not a “big deal” but this week I’ve been admitted to a psychiatric hospital, my moms been arrested, I’ve been assaulted. If you could reblog this and please donate I would be grateful. I have no medicine, which is my cymbalta, humalog, klonopin, and lamictal. I am a type one diabetic and I will die without it. I need to try to get money for SOMETHING. ANYTHING. I cannot live like this and I don’t know when she’ll be getting out, and when she does we will have No. Money.
My PayPal is
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Please..I’m so sorry for begging but I’m in such a bad situation. Please reblog even if you can’t donate.

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refinery29:

Signal boost this– Wear a safety pin to signal solidarity with the groups like Muslim-Americans Trump has threatened to marginalize

Now that America has gone and elected a man who has inspired a wave of racist attacks, the pins have made their way back across the Atlantic. People all over are tweeting their image with the pin and a message of solidarity. 

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jimsdeadbones:

Placed a donation button and i’m also opening commissions soon

school supplies, software and tech i need are ridiculously expensive and necessary in order to pass classes. i’m paying most of the stuff out of pocket.

i no longer have a job due to mental illness and college hell, and i would like to help out my mom since she’s the only one out of 5 of us who’s working.
the city we live in is kind of a mess with unemployment

if you can, i have a donation link on my description 

also this link here: http://ift.tt/2f1vZfk

please signal boost if you can

thank you so much