I decided to turn this ko-fi project into something to make things better for this blog. Since someone finished the first goal in a single donation (and may the gods bless you a billion times, my sweet anon benefactor! The glasses are perfect!) I settled a new goal. No, before some hatters can say, I’m NOT exploring you guys and I’m not betting on another anon benefactor – tbh I’m kinda shy and feeling insecure about this post, exactly because I don’t want you to feel I’m a bitch. What I’m trying to do is to give you guys a notion of what will be bought with the money I get in the ko-fi page and also to give me some guidelines to apply this money into something that will increase the production of content or make this blog better. So my first goal was my new lenses – for me to be able to read and write better. Now my next goal is a new keyboard with the proper supports and inclination for my hands. It costs around R$ 300,00 (319,00 to be precise, without the delivering service) which, in dollars, is around 80 dollars (78, 79). So I’m opening a new ko-fi goal of US 82,00 (already counting with the fee I pay to Paypal for being able to receive the money) and whoever wants to participate, feel free to pay me a coffee, but now, knowing where your money will be used! I might be finishing this goal earlier (without hitting this value) cause I’ll also be trying to save money in order to reach the goal earlier! So if you can help, THANK-YOU! If you can’t or don’t want, man, it doesn’t change ANYTHING and I’ll still love you same way!
Thank you for all your sweetness and help! You guys ROCK!
Hey guys! The goal is being changed!
Yeah, I found out that the Ergonomic Keyboard I wanted doesn’t have a priority configuration to BR Portuguese speakers that is a key with this symbol: Ç And also, it has some real problems with the adjustments to Windows SO and the ABNT2 configurations, some symbol keys end up twisted with others because of the lack of characteres map to the keyboard on the SO… a lot of little details that would turn my life a living hell trying to use it #cryingariver Since the cheaper Ergonomic Keyboard after this one is around R$ 400, I gave up the “Ergonomic” format and I’m resetting the goal from U$ 82 to U$25 that is the price of a Microsoft keyboard to my computer, wired. It is not ergonomic, but for sure is better than the one I have (because the keys are bigger and softer, so it will reduce the impact on my hands) and also is more durable, so will solve my problem of having to buy a keyboard to each 3 months hahaha. Thank you guys!
Oh I forgot to place it on the main post but you can donate here Buy me a coffee! or use my ko-fi button at my home page! Thanks!
If I die due to a mass shooting, just know that I don’t want your fucking thoughts and prayers! If you’re not going to try and take action to establish gun control then just fucking shut up and don’t put my name in your mouth.
museum curator, watching steve waltz into the smithsonian, the memory of having the stolen cap america authentic howling commando era uniform returned dirty and ridden with bullet holes still fresh in their mind: hide the VALUABLES
steve, reaching over the rope to poke at something on display: it’s my goddamn stuff???
I’M SAYIN’, every single level of management at the Smithsonian must have had an extensively well-documented migraine after dealing with the colossal shitshow raised by such thrilling items as “sock (woolen)” pulled from the pack of one “Rogers, Steve G., 1918 – 1945 lol whoops he’s back″
like i said in my initial reblog… all the people building stories out of this make me laugh with delight, but smithsonian & dc museum people adding their tags give me LIFE
… also steven grant rogers would be KIND and COURTEOUS to the front-line museum staff and not ask them stupid questions and you will pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands thankyouverymuch
oh steven grant rogers is KIND and POLITE and CONSIDERATE to front-line museum staff, he will politely move himself to the side so he doesn’t cause traffic issues if he gets recognized and a couple kids want pictures, he apologizes to security for causing a scene (he didn’t mean to! he thought his baseball cap disguise would work, bless him). he returns his maps (sweet and so unnecessary but then one of the volunteers can take a map captain america used and will probably sign for them back to their grandkids so that’s nice). the docents LOVE him; he’s both a Nice Young Man and also from Back in Their Day.
the collections and conservation staff however have sworn a blood oath of pure vengeance against him and nothing he ever does will change their minds. the textile conservator (we’ll call her lorraine) who had to restore the old captain america suit spent THREE YEARS OF HER LIFE on that stupid thing and it’s still too unstable to ever exhibit again. lorraine went through FIVE INTERNS, two of whom CRIED ON HER. she had to spend a fourth year making a replica because everyone was writing their representatives that the captain america suit wasn’t on display and they MADE HER DO IT.
like if steve thought any debrief in wwii he ever had sucked lol try lorraine, who has given up trying to catalogue what the fuck happened to that piece of shit suit and finally tracked down his cell phone number after six months of this hell project out of sheer bloody mindness and desperation and tricks him into her office through a series of absolute goddamn lies about idk public programming or some shit that steve might actually care about and then corners him and makes him give her a play by play of what, exactly, the fuck he did to that suit.
cuz, okay, listen. blah blah save the world blah blah, but steven grant rogers* stole a priceless museum artifact, bled on it, set it on fire, dropped it into the potomac, dragged it (WHILE WET) through river mud and god knows how many plants and bugs and microbes, got melting plastic and metal and shrapnel and other people’s body juices and skin and hair embedded in it–the only reason he lives is because he can give the full and accurate account of what the fuck he did to it and answer questions of how the fuck it can be slightly, slightly unfucked. not saved! not made to look like it was! certainly not able to be put on a mannequin and exhibited again! but like she can get some more of the mud and that chunk of charred plastic out maybe. otherwise, lorraine would have murdered that dumb bitch in a fit of justifiable rage, and no amount of charming “sorry ma’am”s would fucking save him.
so i don’t think a lot of people really understand how often south asian culture is misinterpreted and appropriated so i’m making a post about it right here.
any mention of third eyes
any mention of chakras
people wearing bindis when they shouldn’t be
fucking “om” or “aum” tattoos or appliques on things like yoga pants. do you know how fucking disrespectful it is to put a symbol that is so important to my religion and culture on the ass of some white chick’s yoga pants
people wearing maang tikka when they shouldn’t be
anklets with bells on them are very important to the dance culture of south asia and it’s disrespectful to wear them outside of a traditional dance setting
feel free to add any more that i missed because i’m fucking tired
this is okay to rb if you’re not south asian. in fact it’s encouraged that you reblog this post, regardless of your race
^^Anyone is capable of appropriation without meaning to, even other poc. Please respect!
A/N: This is probably the only thing I’ll ever write that aligns with Infinity War. It’s short.
I also wrote this incorporating a lot of my own experiences, and if anyone experiences the same, I’d LOVE to know how it is for you.
Also! A visit from someone I haven’t written for yet.
This reader could really be anyone. If you enjoy my writing, please reblog it.
CW: Infinity War Spoilers
It had been happening intermittently all of your life, but it really kicked in in college. You’d thought little of it until then.
As a child, your babysitter called you an old soul. Your grandmother coined you an indigo child. Your mother listened to you babble on about your dreams each night, a knowing smile on her face. All of these women had “it” too. Whatever it was.
I think I can finally put into words why the actions of most of the heroes in Infinity War bothers me so much.
It’s because they ring so very hollow.
There is a selfishness in the actions of so many of the heroes that is … disappointing even if it is understandable on a certain level.
We have Vision, a being of logic and possessor of the Mind Stone itself, who despite everything that’s happened decides that it’s perfectly fine to turn off his transponder and go dark to meet up with Wanda. There’s no consideration as to what could happen if he was/is needed and is unable to be reached.
Then we have Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, who says the words “we don’t trade lives” after he was willing to trade numerous lives and relationships to help one man. (And Bucky’s innocence isn’t in question here, what Steve was willing to do in order to hide the truth/protect him is) Steve who moved the battlefield to Wakanda in order to try and save Vision and, in turn, traded the lives of numerous Wakandans for a chance that, in the end, didn’t even pan out. Steve who says “we don’t trade lives” but obviously means “we don’t trade our lives”. Steve who loses in the end anyways with Bucky crumbling away to dust despite everything and everyone he sacrificed on the alter of saving his oldest friend.
(And that’s not even counting how Wakanda itself was portrayed in IW)
There’s Rhodey who shows us the depth of his heroism in Civil War by looking at his injuries, at all he’s sacrificed in the face of what he considered right and said ‘yes, this was worth it, my pain, my loss, was worth it because we did good’ only to have that moment stolen from him by the narrative having him backtrack on his stance. Even if this can be chalked up to his worry over Tony disappearing there were other, better, ways to frame it. Ways that would have shown his worry and his fear and his willingness to work with whoever he had to in order to get his best friend back without re-framing his outlook on things.
And we have Wanda who despite railing against Stark’s selfishness and willingness to destroy for his own greed and ego cannot even entertain the idea of losing Vision no matter the losses others will surely pay. Wanda who rails about the death of her parents and the destruction of her home country but cannot fathom putting the rest of the universe first. Wanda who refuses to act until she’s staring down the barrel of a gun named Thanos and then it’s too late.
There’s Peter Quill who promises Gamora one thing and then cannot deliver. He loves her and can’t bear to hurt her and that’s understandable. It’s just unfortunate that in doing so he also invalidates her choices and leaves her to the one fate she never wished to face. Dying for Thanos’ goals, sacrificed by his twisted version of love.
Even Thor who chooses revenge over a direct kill. Who wastes an opportunity to take Thanos out in one blow in exchange for the chance to make him suffer.
Infinity War shows us the selfishness of so many of the heroes and then juxtaposes them against the unselfishness of the others.
Peter Parker who goes to space only because it’s the right thing to do. Because he wants to help, wants to be a hero and save people. Because he sees something going wrong and he can’t not try and help.
Gamora who is willing to die to keep Thanos from reaching his goals but is murdered instead as a part of those goals. His twisted version of love validated in a way even as she protests it.
Tony Stark who sees his worst nightmare laid out in front of him and faces it head on. Who is willing and ready to die right then and there to keep the Time Stone out of Thanos’ reach.
Stephen Strange who has his sworn duty but sets it and his own life aside for a chance to settle Tony into the correct endgame.
And what happens to most of the unselfish heroes besides Tony?
They die.
Infinity War shows us heroism on the deepest levels and then it kills them for it.
my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 5’2", about as intimidating as a muffin) is a dendrologist by trade, so he studies trees. it was about three hours into our social sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up.
(the few of us who actually showed up were like “ok sir im sure its fascinating” but in our minds we were totally like its trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering the same thing – the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO. IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.)
ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from his field work (we were chuckling at this point…. ‘hehehe field work’ i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his tale. it’s long, imma warn you, but……. god. just read it.
theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree (Magnolia acuminata, if ya wanna get all Latin-y). its super endangered, in our region there’s only ~280 that are registered by the government, yadda yadda yadda. my prof thought that was tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across cucumber trees in really random places. we’re talking like backyards, independently-owned nurseries, etc. WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree law (i know) it is very strictly protected by the government, and thus super “illegal to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from wild sources.” essentially, the govt takes control over growing the trees and anyone who independently raises them is breaking the law (i know)
so he’d ask people “do you have a permit for these trees?” and they were like “uh no, it’s just a tree someone sold me, i think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?” so he’d be like “nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you”
eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the government, who were getting pissed at independent cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO THE GOOD SHIT I STG.
he infiltrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN. he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it blows my mind that the government of my country paid money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access to records and maps because they think he’s one of them, not a SECRET AGENT.
now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don’t even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT TOUCH. so, ya know…………. it’s a bit obvious. my prof hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their “hit spots”. these are where the trees are relatively secluded and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for his research.)
BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for misuse of funding (my prof doesn’t have the money nore time nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he’s going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a harvester would be going there within the next week. finally, this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my grandpa’s age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his merry fucking way.
so my prof has the proof, he’s been undercover for months now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the government who is like…….. “oh shit”, helps them draft up a new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVIOUS way of marking endangered trees (so that way non-tree-lovers wouldn’t damage them further, etc.), and then never returns to the tree traffickers. he’d given them a fake name, address, everything….. he disappears.
…there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous (again, he’s a muffin) and all of us students are just like……. “whoa.” we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows us the last few pictures. because here’s the kicker… he never turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them in, and the only reason he’s not incarcerated is because his work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he’s like a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (i’ll never forget, it’s the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) “it may be ‘illegal’, but those who risk their liberty to ~save the world~ should never be reprimanded, no matter what those in power say.”
we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as a field we’d now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn’t attend our exam, so i never see him again…………
and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning innocently, standing underneath a……. FUCKING. FULL GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER TREE.
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