Being fathers is getting our daughters up at 5:30 am making breakfast getting them dressed for school and putting them on the bus by 6:30 .This is a typical day in our household . It’s not easy but we enjoy every moment and eveny minute of #fatherhood . #proudfathers #blackfathers #prouddads #gaydads
Steve strode back towards the door, not caring for stealth anymore as he reached for the handle. Grasping it in both hands, he tried to push it open. Locked. Grunting, he pressed his shoulder against the metal, pushing with all his weight. It wouldn’t budge, even under his strength.
Shit.
“The door to the freezer,” Steve said, trying again to push on it. “It’s locked.”
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Or Steve gets stuck in a freezer on a mission. Bucky talks him down.
It’s Trash Squad Gift Exchange time again! Many thanks to @ghostlygun for providing two prompts that could not have been more well suited to me: boot kink and praise kink.
Cats with puppies! Thank you so much to @ren-the-genderfluid for naming Prestothe Puppy! o(≧▽≦)o❤❤ but those two lovecats better watch out! if they don’t stop smoochin then Presto’s gonna get to their breakfast before they can >:Dc
btw I had to add my favorite quote from the entire stream that made me die laughing thank you so much Ren AHAHA
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW DIFFERENT THIS IS??? because as someone who works in digital marketing, my jaw literally dropped.
When I put out an ad for a client on Facebook, I can target like… new moms in their 30s who are looking for furniture within a 10-mile radius. Or people who have an anniversary coming up. People who have just moved. People who are in a new relationship. People who have elementary school kids and tend to vote Republican. People who have liked certain Pages. It’s absolutely unnerving.
the utter chaos of this, though.
it’s just… incredible.
Honestly though, as someone myself who works in infosec and data privacy, what this suggests to me is that Tumblr either doesn’t have, or isn’t willing / able to use, that detailed targeting information about its users. Which is great!! Every other company out there - not just social media companies but everything from your grocery store to your car insurance company to your operating system provider - actively collects as much demographic data as it can about its users specifically for this kind of ad targeting purposes.
Obviously Tumblr still collects some data and uses it for ad targeting; they do have this in their Privacy settings:
But the fact that they’re either unable, or are choosing not, to make that data available to people buying Blaze posts is such a huge win for data protection and a giant thumbing of the nose to the FAANGs who believe that the only way to make ad revenue work is to make ads as targeted as possible.
I can’t express how much I hope Blaze succeeds with this insane and chaotic model. XD
[Text ID : Three grayscale panels of art (a comic?) of a person in a rowboat facing down a ghost. In the first panel, we see a close-up of a startled person seated in a rowboat, frozen in the act of rowing, their arms extended out, body bowing forward. The person has shoulder length hair, a jacket open over a shirt, and wide eyes with dimly glowing white pupils. The front of their body is in shadows, but a glow from behind is limning their shoulders, hair, and the knuckles of their hands, gripping the oars. The person’s mouth is down turned and slightly open. In the second panel, we see the person from behind, standing in the boat. They are partly crouched and leaning toward their right as they rise, or simply shifting to maintain their balance in a rowboat. The person’s back is deep in shadows, but in front of them, facing the rower – and therefore the viewer – is a translucent, glowing shape of an amorphous ghost. The outline of the ghost is basically the classic ‘sheet swooping down from a rounded head’ form. Glowing brightly, suspended within in the approximately appropriate position for a human body, are a pair of lungs and a length of trachea (the windpipe). The lungs appear to be mostly full of a liquid. In the final panel, we now see the person in the boat and the ghost they’re facing from the person’s right side. The person lifts their right hand up toward the ghost, which bows slightly toward the human, the trailing tip of the specter just touching and reflecting on the surface of the still lake. Surrounding the pair are eight more ghosts at various distances, five more with glowing lungs and tracheas. One ghost that’s at the far right has a heart with brightly glowing veins instead. The ghost that is next nearest to the initial ghost has a sharply glowing arc near its neck that spreads out more diffusely across its back. The ghost that is at the aft of the boat has a ropey strand of glowing nerves streaking from the top of the head, toward the rear, and continuing down the back. The ghosts’ translucent forms are mirrored in the almost completely flat lake, only the mild ripples extending from the boat disturbing the surface. /end ID]
I haven’t written much Glee fic lately, but some time ago I wrote a series in which Blaine and Kurt reunite during a production of Into the Woods. Sondheim’s lyrics and music were in my head for months as I wrote those stories, and it seemed that those characters were the perfect way to help me process Sondheim’s death, and honor him in my own way. You can read the first two parts of this story here: The Journeying (24k), and here: Ever After (51k). May his memory be a blessing.
jughead week, day 3: self discovery/acceptance! @jugheadweek
I’m not much of a writer or artist, but I will share my personal headcanon about how I think Jughead would figure out he’s aroace.
Because Jughead cares much more about food than about romance (duh), I’ve always gotten the feeling that labeling his orientation honestly doesn’t concern him for most of his life. It’s actually one of his friends (probably Betty or Kevin) who makes the connection, and it takes them asking Jug about it before the possibility even occurs to him.
I’ve always felt that it wouldn’t take long for him to realize/accept that he’s aroace once he’s been exposed to the possibility. Really, he’s probably just thrilled that there are other people in the world who also think that kissing on people is boring and video games are objectively better.
After making the connection, he spends the next several weeks amusing himself by developing his repertoire of aro/ace puns. He wants to be Ready™.
There was a man, the studio assistants tell him, who came by earlier to buy pencils. He offered to be painted after they had mentioned that their master was looking for a new subject, bored with the usual fare around.
He is young, apparently. New from the capital, blown in like summer. Soft blond hair and expressive, dark blue eyes above a strong jaw and elegant shoulders. A face that can capture attention but not dominate a work, draw in the eye like an arrow and not let go.
This is high praise indeed from the artist’s assistants, who see all across town in their many shapes and sizes with critical, well-trained eyes, and so this man needs to be assessed soon, lest he is taken and marked as muse by someone else hungry for their shot at greatness.
Where he is staying or how long for is unknown, but the assistants tell him that the man wanted to draw by the river and so there the artist goes, considering on the way whether or not the description will match the man himself. It is hard to stand out in a small town like this, and the booming art scene flooding the upper classes all over France to dilute the recognition that emerging talent deserves. A new muse, a fresh face, might provide the fire of imagination that he needs.
