benthicpressuretbh i dont get why most people assume that robots are always cold
like have u felt a laptop while its working? its kinda not exactly cold yo
tbh any piece of machinery thats working hard to function is usually not cold, the only time its ever cold is when its turned off
so id like to think while a robot is awake and functioning they could have the potential to be as warm as a human being :0
never thought about this before but now it’s obvious
although like i hope they’ve actually improved cooling tech by the time they’re building androids bc my laptop can actually get so hot it makes THE ROOM hot and it’s only the size of a laptop so potentially an android who was thinking very hard would be a veritable furnace
think too hard, overheat, faint
fainting couches for androids omg
Fainting couches for androids is the best possible thing
file under things i didn’t know i needed in my life
humans who carry around those chemical freeze-packs in case they need something to drape across their friend’s fevered brow
humans who insist on holding a parasol for their robot friend on sunny days
a robot draping herself over a fainting couch in distress and a bunch of worried humans mobbing up to fuss and fan her and bring her some cool water and pat her hand and gallantly offer to beat up whatever alarmed her
too cute
Okay guys and gals I like where ur going but I think we’ve glossed over something with real potential.
Androids blushing
A human calls their android friend cute and then they look flustered and you hear their cooling fans kick into high gear
A human plants a little kiss on their cheek and they turn red hot (literally) from embarrassment
“Brr, it’s friggin cold in here.”
“Hold on I got this. Hey TX-10 did I tell you you look very pretty today?”
The room temp rises a couple degrees as TX-10 tries to hide their blushing.
yES THANK U FOR ADDING THIS TO MY POST
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My favorite part of Mad Max: Fury Road is where Max turns into angry murder santa and presents Nux with a wheel of his very own and a boot.
#and on the third day of christmas my new dubiously lucid father figure gave to me #a sack full of ammo a boot a steering wheel and a partridge in that tree thing (via softbuckybarnes)
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okay, i found an article with the phrase “erotic dolphin” in it
that’s enough JSTOR for now
Link plz.
This is pretty spectacular.
It just had to be the Ancient Greeks, didn’t it.
When I think ancient greek, erotic dolphin is pretty much the first thing that comes to mind.
More like, when I think erotic dolphin, ancient Greeks are basically the first people who come to mind.
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I got an email from a reader earlier. The sender was a lovely young woman who had just re-read my first published fic and wanted to tell me how much she enjoyed it—how it made her feel, how it made her smile, how it made her cry, how it made her excited to get home each night and curl up in bed with it, how it helped ease the pain of a difficult patch in her life, and how much she misses it now that it’s over. It was a beautiful letter, and my reaction to it must have been visible enough to make my saner half take notice from across the room. He shot me a questioning look, and I turned the laptop around and gestured to the screen.
I followed his eyes as they scanned each line, saw his lips tip up in a smile that grew broader as he read, then braced myself for the good natured snark I’ve come to expect when my little literary hobby comes up in conversation.
“Wow.” He said. “That was kind of amazing. How does it feel to be someone’s favorite author?”
“Don’t be a dick,” I said, slapping him on the shoulder.
“I’m serious,” he replied, gesturing to the screen. "That’s what she said—right there: You’re my favorite author.”
“I think she means favorite fic author. Not real author.”
“Is there a difference?” He asked.
“Yes,” I said, rolling my eyes. ”Of course there is.”
“Why?”
“Because, as someone in this room who isn’t ME is fond of pointing out, self published gay mystery romance novels aren’t exactly eligible for the pulitzer.” I said, turning the computer back around.
“So what?” he shrugged, “Something you wrote inspired a stranger to sit down write what it meant to them and send it to you. A lot of total strangers, as a matter of fact. You write, people read it and react. That makes you an author.”
“Huh.” I said, very eloquently, then got up and went into the kitchen to start dinner.
Hours later, sitting down to reply to the letter in question I find myself writing this post instead. Because here’s the thing: That wonderfully crazy man who lives in my house is right. (But please don’t tell him I said that)
From the moment I realized that letters made up words and words made up sentences and sentences made up worlds that were mine to explore any time I wanted to I’ve been a reader. I have fallen in love with perfect phrases and epic stories and countless characters pressed between the pages of the thousands of books I’ve read in my life so far—and sitting down to string together those same 26 letters into tens of thousands of words of stories I felt needed telling? That makes me an author.
I have adored the work of countless authors in numerous genres, and the world of fan fic is no exception. I have admired and cherished and savored the words of talented writers whose work is no less legitimate for the fact that their names include random keyboard characters and their words don’t live on bound paper on a shelf.
It’s not JUST fan fic. It’s literature. It’s published. It’s read. It’s loved.
It matters.
Thanks to all of my favorite authors for every word on every page on every screen that I’ve ever loved.
Reblog for the sweet anon who asked me if I thought fanfic was as important as “real” fiction. Hope this answers your question. :)
Thanks for reading my work, so happy you’re enjoying In The Library!
Read this. Take it to heart. REMEMBER IT.
Comments are the best
They really are. Anything that manages to touch another person, make their life – their day, a particular minute – better is invaluable.
True story: back at Northeastern, I took my required Advanced Writing class for English majors, and my professor was very into discussing new, modern forms of literature. I did a whole presentation on why fanfic is actually literature (and opened it with a YouTube video of a dramatic reading of My Immortal: Chapter 1).
It was actually very well received, and I feel like fanfic is being recognized more and more as actual literature. There was even a healthy dose of scholarship I could find on the issue, and this was easily 5 years ago.
It’s literature, it’s here to stay, and it’s always nice to show authors how much they’re appreciated. I mean, most of them/us are working for free to engage with your favorite media in new and different ways. Is there always going to be strange, crack!fic like My Immortal? Yes (and that’s literature too!). But there’s also some of my most favorite works of fiction up on AO3, some lines that I don’t think even the best traditionally-published authors I can think of could have come up with, and some of the most passion I have ever seen from people engaging with media in new, different, and often subversive ways.
tl;dr fanfic is 100% a valid form of literature, and appreciate all your favorite authors who aren’t traditionally published authors.
Yes yes yes yes yes
Also guys
Even if you don’t agree with this, which is your prerogative, please please /please/ don’t try to force that opinion on other people. Honestly, don’t even mention it. Especially around fanfic writers.When I was much younger and just starting to write seriously, I had a friend who insisted that fanfiction was stupid and not literature. It took me years to start writing the fanfics floating around my head because of the opinions of this one person, even after drifting away from them. Even now I don’t let friends or family read my fanfics because I’m embarrassed and innately feel like my fanfics don’t count as writing.
Please let fanfic writers have their well-deserved excitement and pride in their writing, because one tiny comment can ruin it for years.
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at work I called out his coffee order and he was like “that’s not how women usually call out my name ;) ;) ;)” so I just blinked and said “I’ll try to sound more disappointed next time then” then walked away
oh my god, you goddess
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my mother just opened our dishwasher and said “oh my god our dishes!”
our dishwasher broke over a year ago
our missing dishes have been in the dishwasher since 2013
the mystery has been solved
I just want to add that my grandmother found out when talking to my mother and had to hang up the call because she was so ashamed of us
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I can’t believe Daredevil is a multi-lingual, multi-ethnic 13 hour movie about a blind Catholic ninja trying to stop gentrification
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“A guy named Adolf Hitler won an election in 1932.
He won an election, and 50 million people died as a result of that election in World War II, including 6 million Jews.
So what I learned as a little kid is that politics is, in fact, very important.”
—
Bernie Sanders
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Bernie Sanders’ parents are Holocaust survivors by the way.
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(Source: csmonitor.com, via bonehandledknife)