Important about the Tumblr “Purge”

bellffxiv:

Tumblr has made and official statement on twitter about what’s going on:

We’re committed to helping build a safe online environment for all users, and we have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to media featuring child sexual exploitation and abuse. As this is an industry-wide problem, we work collaboratively with our industry peers and partners like NCMEC to actively monitor content uploaded to the platform. Every image uploaded to Tumblr is scanned against an industry database of known child sexual abuse material, and images that are detected never reach the platform. A routine audit discovered content on our platform that had not yet been included in the industry database. We immediately removed this content. Content safeguards are a challenging aspect of operating scaled platforms. We’re continuously assessing further steps we can take to improve and there is no higher priority for our team.

Please please please, for the love of everything, stop spreading fear in our community. They are not purging your blogs for having NSFW content. If your blog gets deleted and you didn’t have any of the above mentioned content, or something that could be percived as such, then please contact Tumblr Support to regain your blog. They can be contacted via the form here.

Please reblog so people stop spreading false information and cause unnecesary fear.

thebibliosphere:

Some people always get super salty when they come asking for help with a “ghost haunting” and the first thing i ask them is “have you checked your living space for carbon monoxide”.

Like maybe you thought coming to a witch you’d get some neat spell or some shit, but a big part of being a (good) witch is also looking at what is in front of you and ruling out some basic things first, and a lot of the things people describe to me when it comes to ghost hauntings also sound a helluva lot like carbon monoxide poisoning. So like sorry for giving a shit over whether or not you’re actually about to die or not I guess *shrug emoji*

Like I know we joke about my house being haunted (and maybe it is) but when the lights flicker in my house I don’t do a cleansing spell, I call an electrician. You gotta do the physical world things first before you jump to the metaphysical. That’s just how it is.

digitaldiscipline:

luzialowe:

briarin:

ilovepeppers:

When will banksy

When will anonymous

always reblog, this is fucking activism folks

if you don’t have access to poorly-secured and un-backed-up debt records, you can help do this via legitimate means by donating to rollingjubilee.org – they buy debt (the way debt collectors do, for steeply discounted prices – like $20 to buy $500 in outstanding debt owed by someone) and just… forgive it, so it doesn’t need to be paid by the person on whom it’s a burden.

Samuel Richardson and early transformative fandom

stultiloquentia:

Right. So, Richardson was one of the first English novelists. He was Kind of a Big Deal, mentored and helped publish loads of people, and influenced other major authors including Fielding and Austen.

All his books are interesting in their own ways, but Clarissa is my favourite purely because the meta is so hilarious. Clarissa is an absolute unit of a book at 985000 words, and apparently Richardson had terrible beta readers, because he kept trying to find people to help him shorten it, but they were all so in awe of him that they only said, “Nooooo it’s perfect; I can’t bear to delete a single word; you’re the author of Pamela; you can do no wrong!” It’s about a virtuous maiden who gets tricked into eloping with a villainous rake named Lovelace, who imprisons and torments and attempts (unsuccessfully) to seduce her. Richardson published it serially in 1747-48, and was COMPLETELY FLUMMOXED AND APPALLED when, about halfway through, he started getting bundles of fanmail from female fans begging him to redeem Lovelace and let him marry Clarissa. Sexy, sexy, evil Lovelace, granddaddy of Spike and Draco and Loki and and and…. But he stuck to his guns! Lovelace got worse and worse (Richardson even retconned and revised the first few books), culminating in a drugged rape and a tragic end for all. His readers booed. And then published unauthorized sequels! A couple of English noblewomen rewrote the ending and published their version. (Copyright did not exist yet as such.) Richardson stamped his feet à la Anne Rice’s YOur inTEROgating MAH TEXT from the wrONG perSPECTIVE!!!!, and reprinted the whole thing with an extended foreword and an index of all the moral lessons and consolations to be found within its pages, just to make sure everyone knew how to read his book PROPERLY. And then he wrote The History of Sir Charles Grandison, a terrific doorstopper about a moral, pious, upstanding fellow, but nobody bought it.

Well, except Jane Austen, who turned it into a ten-minute theatrical spoof and performed it in her living room.

Readers and writers never change. And happily, unauthorized sequels are easier to propagate these days. 😉