“[I]t is actually more expensive to be poor than not poor. If you can’t afford the first month’s rent and security deposit you need in order to rent an apartment, you may get stuck in an overpriced residential motel. If you don’t have a kitchen or even a refrigerator and microwave, you will find yourself falling back on convenience store food, which — in addition to its nutritional deficits — is also alarmingly overpriced. If you need a loan, as most poor people eventually do, you will end up paying an interest rate many times more than what a more affluent borrower would be charged. To be poor — especially with children to support and care for — is a perpetual high-wire act.”
As of today, November 17, 2018, any post with links, any links, even to other tumblr posts, just don’t show up anymore in tumblr’s search engine.
I just found out about it, after I posted a fic with a link to my masterlist and it got little to no notes (it shuldn’t). I was right – the moment I deleted the links, my post magically appeared in the search again. Wow.
Please spread the word to warn the others.
This affects artists who want to cross promote their work, writers who want to link to previous chapters or to a masterlist, and editors who want to link to their YouTube channels, among just a few. This new policy will kill content creators’ ability to spread their work, and for what? A poor attempt to use the algorithm to crack down on porn bots and scammers? Sad.
In the meantime, here’s what I suggest: post your work with no added links, and tell people to check the notes for your masterlist, story navigation, links to ko-fi, patreon, and other social media sites. Make sure you have all those things ready, then paste it into a reblog and have people access them that way. It’s stupid, but it’s a work around we’ll have to use until tumblr gets their act together.
no u dont. You dont want to have to drive an hour just to get some McDonalds. There is nothing to do here and everyone is racist. My neighbour’s chickens got stolen last week
okay but why don’t more people talk about Night at the Museum like
poc characters and people being portrayed by poc people
this movie is so good
and it has one of the funniest, best, most ridiculous friendships in movie history
and you have Robin Williams as Teddy Roosevelt I mean
and if all that didn’t convince you there’s also a t-Rex skeleton that plays fetch with one of its own ribs
THIS MOVIE
DON’T FORGET THE QUIRKY AND FUNNY IMMORTAL VILLAIN SQUAD LED BY DICK VAN DYKE
OR THE EASTER ISLAND HEAD THAT LOVED BUBBLEGUM (or, as he called it, gum-gum)
OR THE FACT THAT THEIR HISTORICALLY-ACCURATE CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS DIDN’T SPEAK ENGLISH
Ok that’s a pretty good pitch.
Night at the Museum is seriously one of the most underappreciated movie franchises – and one of my favourites. A a giant history and film nerd, it was so refreshing to see such ACCURATE portrayals, without losing any of the huomor or the heart. I love it
Here’s the thing! And I’m not saying this to start discourse.
People can interpret anything the way they want to!
You may be sick of seeing the Enjoltaire tag being filled with mushy, cute, them being desperately in love stuff, while guess what???? It’s been filled with that kind of stuff for YEARS!!! YEARS!!! And it’s not going to go away anytime soon.
You’d rather see it as unrequited, Grantaire has feelings for Enjolras, but Enjolras is disgusted with him. Let me drop you a few reminders. Enjolras didn’t mind Grantaire. He was just disappointed in him since he didn’t believe in anything and didn’t understand why he was there if he had nothing to contribute to what they were doing. Also, let’s not forget that it was ENJOLRAS who took Grantaire’s hand when they died. Not the other way around. Grantaire was content dying beside him. Enjolras was the one who took it a step further by taking his hand. So, question, do you honestly believe that Enjolras would do that if he was as disgusted with Grantaire as you think??? I don’t think so. And if you honestly think that Enjolras didn’t care for Grantaire just a little, you are FOOLING yourself!
An angsty post comes every once in a while, but they are there. Hell, angst is one of the most popular tags on the Enjoltaire tag on Ao3!
This is Les Mis for crying out! One of the most angstiest stories out there, so let us have our cute, mushy Enjoltaire.
The way Victor Hugo wrote their relationship was up for interpretation. So let people interpret it the way they want to.
Welcome to what being in a fandom means. Welcome to what fanfiction means. Welcome to what fanon means.
Also, you don’t like the mushy Enjoltaire, well, then you probably definitely don’t like the posts on Instagram that the current Enjolras and Grantaire in the West End post every once in a while….just saying!
P.S. I’m not sorry for this post. I’ve had a really, really, really, really bad, terrible, fucking day. So, when I go into the Enjoltaire tag and see posts like this, I snap. It’s the last straw (especially when this ship has been my fucking lifeline for the last four years of my life. This ship was my saving grace. Without this ship, I wouldn’t be here anymore). So, don’t fucking @ me for being upset about seeing posts about how fluffy Enjoltaire shouldn’t exist.
i wasnt gonna reblog this but it didnt fit in the replies
ppl who think enjolras was legitimately disgusted by grantaire have fallen victim to fanon!!! when i first read the brick when i was younger with my Fanon Lens i was like oh my god … . how wild. but when i reread it woth my own human brain ??? even their “arguments” seem more like the type of stuff i say to my best friends. like enjolras saying “ur capable of nothing” feels like when i call my bff a “useless dumb fuck” , not when im pissed off at someone. i dont think any of les amis would follow someone who was as irrationally and constantly pissed off as some of the fandom still seems to portray him as. thats my interpretation at least. the frustration can be real for enjolras without there being an unnecessary amount of venom in his dialogue.
au: All but Enjolras die Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me what your sacrifice was for. Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will sing no more.
Ramin Karimloo’s rendition of Empty Chairs At Empty tables [x]