I actually have plans for that in the main fic. ♡ I really really need to get to the point where I want to use it, because otherwise there would be spoilers. (The plan is to insert it right after a big reveal.)
Free smart phones and makeup should also be human rights as well as free land and free cars. I can’t believe these haven’t been recognized yet.
“Everyone has the right to a standard
of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and of his
family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary
social services, and the right to security in the event of
unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age or other lack of
livelihood in circumstances beyond his control.″
Ok so, since Tumblr is being an over protective Christian mother int he worse possible ‘Carrie’ sort of way, I’m going to ask that ya’ll reblog and spread the word about your favorite writers and artists again. Likes are nice, but reblogging is way better. And with the way things are and tags and searches being literally nonexistence, we need you so much! I know activity has gone way, way down for me and other writers and artists, and now, it’s gotten so much worse. Tumblr has literally fucked up being able to search for anything at all. Your reblogs mater and are so important. If you want to keep seeing content from us, please, for the love of god, reblog. I hate asking this, but it means the world to me to be able to keep creating here. If Tumblr keeps fucking up then a lot of your fvaorite artists and writers may move elsewhere. Hopefully Tumblr will get everyone back to working order soon, but for now, YOU are the most important thing to us creators.
Prompt: Fuzzball Madara covered in syrup, good luck getting it out of the chest hair.
I had a lot of fun with this one, and there’s a couple more to finish that @adsumcirrat gave me at the same time.
There’s a reason Madara rarely eats without a top of some sort on. Every now and then, he needs to prove to himself why he does that, and today… It’s warm in the house, even with the wall panels open to let in a breeze. He’s been lounging all afternoon in a loose pair of pants, uninterested in throwing on even a light yukata, which would take him from comfortable to sweating.
Tobirama brought dango in some time ago, setting it in on the table for Madara before heading into the kitchen. As far as sweets go, dango – especially mitarashi dango – is one of the best. The sauce is a thick, sweet and savory syrup that matches the simple balls of mochi. It’s just his luck that he drops the damned thing, when he picks it up. And it lands right in the middle of his chest.
The sound that escapes his throat is equal parts horror and denial. The dango is never going to be the same, because he’s going to have to pick chest hairs out of it before he can eat it. Worse, there’s now mitarashi sauce on his chest, and that’s just… No. Without full on bathing, getting that off is going to be a pain. Not that he’s opposed to baths, he just planned to take his once the day cooled.
Likely alerted by Madara’s squawking, Tobirama comes back, only to stand there blinking at him before bursting into startled laughter. “You utter disaster,” he says, wiping at his eyes. “I’ll go and get you a washcloth.” He’s still snickering as he walks away.
A washcloth. If it’s wet with warm water, it will ensure that he doesn’t feel <i>gross</i> as he lays around for the rest of the afternoon, and he can put off the bath like he had planned. By the time Tobirama returns – seemingly composed, but with a tell-tale tightening of the cheek that suggests he’s actively fighting the urge to keep laughing – Madara’s half-heartedly picking hairs out of the sauce on his stick of dango.
Tobirama’s composure slips, and his shoulders are shaking as he slaps the wet cloth onto Madara’s chest. “You’re pouting, and you look stupid,” he says, and bites his lips.
(Madara knows the truth behind those words. Tobirama thinks he’s cute.)
Tumblr was deemed too full of inappropriate content to be allowed to be downloaded from the app store.
It has this “inappropriate” problem because of rampant porn ad bot accounts. The old solutions were bots to detect image sets with nsfw content, the automatically enabled safe mode, tag filtering for mobile, and wide takedowns of nsfw bots based on words used (that’s why their messages are full of numbers and symbols, to evade this)
Tumblr released their own bot supposedly capable of wiping the ad bots, but it’s taking down many popular blogs, possibly due to sheer amounts of posting or sheer amounts of ad bots in their notes. This bot was likely rushed to be put out.
You are more likely to be accidentally flagged if you post external links, as well. If your acct is taken down you CAN get it back, but it’s a pain. E-mail tumblr support for help with this. It takes down side blogs with the main ones.
I’ll be halting art posts for about a week or until this problem is fixed.
EDIT (11/19) : Tumblr released a statement a few hours after I put this out explaining that the nature of their audit was for manually submitted child pornography that was likely original in nature, as their filter checking against known existing CP was failing to catch what was being uploaded. My bad. I assumed the main issue was the porn bots since they’ve become exceedingly resilient lately and are cropping up faster than ever. I wouldn’t be surprised if that is another issue that they’re tackling during this time, but the blame is less so on them.
I’ve also been told that the actual account “purges” were an errant glitch that happened to be running around the same time, but it is coinciding around the same time as the links issue and the rapid disappearance of bots during the audit, so I’m really not sure on that piece. Take care folks
2nd edit (11/22) : since I’m still getting flooded with replies / notes saying “OP it’s about CP” or “no we don’t know why this is happening, wait for staff” : edited that original post a few hours day-of, before we got word from Staff about it. I know. If you don’t know, here’s the Staff statement everyone is referencing :
what. why? someone pls explain to me pls i wasnt born yet in 1999 why turn computer off before midnight? what happen if u dont?
y2k lol everyone was like “the supervirus is gonna take over the world and ruin everything and end the world!!!”
This is the oldest I’ve ever felt. Right now.
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU WEREN’T BORN YET IN 1999.
Ahh the Millenium bug.
It wasn’t a virus, it was an issue with how some old computers at the time were programmed to deal with dates. Basically some computers with older operating systems didn’t have anything in place to deal with the year reaching 99 and looping around to 00. It was believed that this inability to sync with the correct date would cause issues, and even crash entire systems the moment the date changed.
People flipped out about it, convinced that the date discrepancy between netwoked systems would bring down computers everywhere and shut down the internet and so all systems relying on computers, including plane navigation etc. would go down causing worldwide chaos. It was genuinely believed that people should all switch off computers to avoid this. One or two smart people spoke up and said “um hey, this actually will only effect a few very outdated computers and they’ll just display the wrong date, so it probably won’t be harmful” but were largely ignored because people selling books about the end of the world were talking louder.
In the end, absolutely nothing happened.
Oh gosh.
I’ve been a programmer working for various government agencies since the early 1990s and I can say with some confidence:
NOTHING HAPPENED BECAUSE WE WORKED VERY HARD FIXING SHIT THAT MOST DEFINITELY WOULD HAVE BROKEN ON 1-JAN-2000.
One example I personally worked on: vaccination databases.
My contract was with the CDC to coordinate immunization registries — you know, kids’ vaccine histories. What they got, when they got it, and (most importantly) which vaccines they were due to get next and when. These were state-wide registries, containing millions of records each.
Most of these systems were designed in the 1970s and 1980s, and stored the child’s DOB year as only two digits. This means that — had we not fixed it — just about every child in all the databases I worked on would have SUDDENLY AGED OUT OF THE PROGRAM 1-JAN-2000.
In other words: these kids would suddenly be “too old” to receive critical vaccines.
Okay, so that’s not a nuke plant exploding or airplanes dropping from the sky. In fact, nothing obvious would have occurred come Jan 1st.
BUT
Without the software advising doctors when to give vaccinations, an entire generation’s immunity to things like measles, mumps, smallpox (etc) would have been compromised. And nobody would even know there was a problem for months — possibly years — after.
You think the fun & games caused by a few anti-vaxers is bad?
Imagine whole populations going unvaccinated by accident… one case of measles and the death toll might be measured in millions.
This is one example I KNOW to be true, because I was there.
I also know that in the years leading up to 2000 there were ad-hoc discussion groups (particularly alt.risk) of amazed programmers and project managers that uncovered year-2000 traps… and fixed them.
Quietly, without fanfare.
In many cases because admitting there was a problem would have resulted in a lawsuit by angry customers. But mostly because it was our job to fix those design flaws before anyone was inconvenienced or hurt.
So, yeah… all that Y2K hysteria was for nothing, because programmers worked their asses off to make sure it was for nothing.
Bolding mine.
Absolutely true. My Mom worked like crazy all throughout 1998 and 1999 on dozens of systems to avoid Y2K crashes. Nothing major happened because people worked to made sure it didn’t.
Now if we could just harness that concept for some of the other major issues facing us today.
this meme came so far since i saw it this morning. god i love tumblr teaching tumblr about history.
As a young Sys Admin during Y2K, I can confirm that it was SRS BZNS. I worked for a major pharmaceutical company at the time. They spent millions of dollars on consultant and programmer hours, not to mention their own employees’ time, to fix all their in-house software as well as replace it with new systems. Sys Admins like myself were continually deploying patches, updating firmware, and deploying new systems in the months leading up to Y2K. Once that was done, though, the programmers went home and cashed their checks.
When the FATEFUL HOUR came along, it wasn’t just one hour. For a global company with offices in dozens of countries, it was 24 hours of being alert and on-call. I imagine that other large organizations had similar setups with entire IT departments working in shifts to monitor everything. Everyone was on a hair trigger, too, so the slightest problem caused ALL HANDS ON DECK pages to go out.
Yes, we had pagers.
For hard numbers IDC’s 2006 calculation put the total US cost of remediation, before and after, at $147 billion – that’s in 1999 dollars. That paid for an army of programmers, including calling up retired grandparents from the senior center because COBOL and FORTRAN apps from the ‘60s needed fixing.
Reblogged it before and will again…because as the clocks ticked towards midnight, 1st January 2000…we still didn’t know if it was fixed. We knew people had made mad strides, but information didn’t flow at the same speed it does today. Also, the people who would have spread the information were too busy fixing this shit to worry about keeping the news informed.
11:59 31st December 1999. We still didn’t know.
It was only after midnight, when the lights stayed on and communications didn’t flicker…that’s when we knew.
And then many people got really fucking drunk out of sheer relief.
GUESS WHAT, THOUGH! In twenty years, we’re going to deal with this particular feature for a second time! It’s called the Year 2038 Problem. Because 32-bit Unix also had hardware limitations…like only being able to store time in 32 bits.
Fun part for those of us who used to be on that particular hellsite: we know this because an AOL server flipped its shit.
So I went with a little shippy, and a little enemies on neutral ground. x’D I enjoyed writing this.
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Visiting an onsen is a rare luxury for Tobirama, even public ones. Or perhaps he should say, especially public ones. It’s dangerous for a shinobi to let their guard down, but the hot water ekes the stress from his muscles, and he lays back against the rocks, a cool towel on his face, to enjoy the wonderful liquid warmth.
He isn’t marking the time. He has plenty of it, given that no one expects him home until late tomorrow. With the hot springs nearly empty this time of year, he’s blissfully alone. No Touka to demand the details of his mission, no Hashirama trailing at his heels, paranoid that he’s hiding an injury. Which, he would like to note, he hasn’t done since he was fifteen. It was a lesson well learned.
He also is paying far less attention to his surroundings than he ought to. He hears bare feet on stone, but they’re graceless, fumbling steps. No shinobi worth their salt would walk like that.
For some reason, civilians don’t like sitting in their own little corner. They always, always, approach, and they aren’t good at recognizing when a man wants to be left alone. The damp feet walk closer, a soft and sticky patter of sound, before their owner finally enters the water. Unlike the steps, the slip into the water is nearly soundless, and that’s what rings the first bells of alarm in Tobirama’s head.
Not a civilian. A shinobi that is good enough to sound like one. A shinobi whose chakra is hidden away to almost nothing, because all Tobirama senses feels like a civilian. Shinobi who can hide so well from his senses are rare, and when they’re the enemy, Tobirama likes to make them even rarer.
He’s too good to tense. Too good to shake off the towel that hides his eyes, even though he wants to see. Instead, he continues to listen, senses wide open for the inevitable moment when he can sense the chakra next to him clearly. The man has a deep voice, and he hums to himself in an indistinct way that makes it unrecognizable. It’s actually quite pleasant to listen to, almost distractingly so.
It isn’t until the man actually speaks – an inane comment on the weather – that Tobirama recognizes him, and he’s unable to stop the visceral reaction he has. He’s scooting away, the towel falling from his face before he can even think, ‘Madara doesn’t know it’s me.’
Madara squawks, also backing away, eyes wide. “What the..? Why are you..? The fuck are you doing here, Senju?!”
“I was relaxing!” He can’t even control his tongue, apparently. The jolt of adrenaline and indignation overpower all the work he’s put into maintaining a stoic demeanor. “Must you ruin everything good?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” And Madara slumps down, scowling at him. “Can we just. Forget about this? I was looking forward to doing nothing for a couple of hours.”
As difficult as relaxing next to an enemy will be, Tobirama still agrees. Partly because he feels similarly. Also, because Hashirama would be disappointed to hear that he got into a fight with Madara. Even if they’re enemies.
They maintain an uneasy silence for a time, Madara occasionally glancing at him out of the corner of his eyes. The awkwardness of the situation is palpable between them, and it doesn’t take long for Tobirama to grow disgusted with it. So he breaks the silence with an insult. “You look like you’re wearing a bush.”
Madara’s hands come up defensively, but they don’t reach for his hair, like Tobirama would have expected. Instead they cross over his chest, and the frankly impressive growth there. “It’s not like I can help it!”
Sometimes Tobirama forgets that Madara was once truly friends with Hashirama. But now he’s seeing that sensitivity that his brother enjoyed prodding. “I was meaning what you did to your hair, but I suppose that counts as well.”
More bemused than anything else, one of Madara’s hands creeps up to his hair, patting at the loose bundle tied high on his head. To Tobirama’s amusement, the man pouts. “I didn’t want to get it wet.”
Tobirama has the worst urge right now. He debates internally with himself, and decides that the worst that could happen is that fight he was originally worried about.
Madara’s screech as the water swallows him is oh so very satisfying. The subsequent fight is less of a fight than it is naked wrestling, and Tobirama can’t stop laughing.
They might end up kissing, Madara trying to shut him up, and Tobirama might enjoy it a little too much. They almost end up doing more, but sensibility wins out. When they leave, they’re both a little flushed, with smiles that are difficult to suppress.
(Izuna’s the last obstacle, really, between them and peace. He hopes that Madara can convince him to see their side, but if not… Tobirama has his own arguments to prepare.)
Yunno… Uchiha are the katon users… There are barbers using fire…
First: betcha there are flamboyant (heh) Uchiha screeching about split ends
Second: Madara deffo tried to get rid of his body hair this way at least once!
x’D I can see fire wielding Uchiha barbers.
Madara has been harrassed by more fashion conscious clan members in the past.
As for the body hair… Probably about fourteen years old, he discovered what it was like to have first and second degree burns all over, and gave it up as a bad job. x’D
Exactly. His more grooming skilled family members throw their hands in the air whenever somebody mentions Madara has mad skillz with fire.
The best fun Tobirama evet had was when he got one of them drunk and they spilled alllll the beans on Madara and his fuzz…
(Tobirama then tried to invent a waxing technique but We. Don’t. Talk. About. That.)
x’D Then again, Tobirama secretly likes the fuzz. x’D
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