Curios if anyone has ever run into a writers tags being removed after they reblogged their post?
If so, does anyone have any tagging resources that’ll help stop this ? I do not want to contribute to the theft of a writers work.
For context this is my side blog and I reblog fan fiction. I also reblogged a writers post within a tag (ie Frank castle x you) and I wonder if that impacted it ?
Genuinely clueless and would like some assistance please!
He’s like the only consistent thing in my life, you know? Like, my dad is just, like, always there. Like, I know he’ll be there. Like, he’ll be home. He’ll pick up the phone. He’ll come and get me from wherever. He’ll let me live with him. Like, my shit’s all fucked up. And you know, let me forget to take out the garbage, like, he’s just there. And he’s like, always worrying about me. Come to my restaurant. He’ll say he’s proud of me, even though it’s like, obviously insane. Sorry. I’m just like, a fucking mess. And he’s always worried about me and I hate that. ‘Cause like he shouldn’t have to be. And I wish he could like, worry about stupid shit, like, you know, like, am I getting enough sleep or am I putting bacon grease down the drain or whatever? Not like, If I’m gonna, like, survive. But like, fuck, I don’t know how I made this about myself. Whatever. But like, if I was a parent, I’d be worried about me too, you know, like…he’s not wrong. But it just feels like, so unfair, 'cause, like, I wish he could just worry about himself. And not be like, worried that he has to be worried about me like, forever.
Ayo Edebiri as Sydney Adamu in season 4 of The Bear (2022-present) created by Christopher Storer
my “I’m with the boomers on this one” take is that I should not need an app to park my fucking car. increasingly when I’m out and about and need to use public parking, the only option is an app. no. no. give me a meter I can plug the loose change from the bottom of my purse into. worst comes to absolute worst give me a machine to insert my credit card which prints a receipt for the dashboard of my car (I don’t like those either but at least they are on site). “to pay for parking, download our app!” why don’t you download my ass
consider: teenagers aren’t apathetic about everything they’re just used to you shitting all over whatever they show excitement about
Teen: *gets a job*
“I GOT THE JOB!”
Parents: Well, when I was your age, I already had 5 jobs and was supporting my family
Teen: *gets all A’s*
“I worked really hard!”
Parents: Well, of course you did, this is the expectation, not a celebration.
probably why so many teens take to social media where they can enthusiastically share their interests and achievements and get positive feedback that their parents never gave
A LITTLE LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK
This hit hard
I remember once, when I was in my early 20s, I was an afternoon supervisor at my job, and I worked with mostly teenagers, and the one day this one kid, who was like 15, was bored so I suggested he could clean out the fridge. He did and when he was done I said he did a good job.
After that, this kid was cleaning out the fridge at least once a week, and I was like, “why are you always cleaning the fridge?” Like, I didn’t mind, but it seemed odd. And he said, “one time I cleaned the fridge and you said I did a good job. I wanted to make you proud of me again.”
Literally, I changed the entire way I interacted with teenagers after that. I actually got a package of glitter stars and I would stick them on their nametags when they did a good job, and they loved it.
My manager had commented on how hard these kids work and I said, “they’re starved for positive feedback. They go to school all day then come to work all evening and no one appreciates it because it’s expected of them, but they’re still kids. They need positive feedback from adults in their lives.”
Like, everyone likes feeling appreciated. Everyone likes being complimented and having their efforts be noticed. Another coworker (who was a mother of teenage children), hated that I did this, and said they were too old to be rewarded with stickers, but like… it wasn’t about the stickers. The stickers were just a symbol that their effort was noticed and appreciated. I was just lucky that I learned this at a time when I was still young enough to remember what it was like to be a teenager. I was only 2 years out of highschool at that point and highschool is fucking hard. People forget this as they get older, but ask anyone and almost no one would ever want to go back and do it again, but they expect kids to suck it up because they’re young so they should be able to do school full time, plus homework, and work, and maintain a healthy social life, and sleep, and spend time with family, and do chores and help out at home, and worry about college and relationships and everything else, and then just get shit on all the time and treated like they’re lazy and entitled. And then they wonder why teenagers are apathetic.
For a german exam I had to argue against an article that was essentially „kids these days, they don’t care about anything and are constantly on their phones“ and really it was the easiest essay I‘ve ever written.
Teens don’t talk to adults bc adults only ask „so, how‘s school“ to then interrupt them two sentences in. And because they can’t engage in a conversation about buying houses and working in a bank. I would’ve loved to talk about philosophy and politics and history with family the way I did with friends and in class but because I was young no one took what I had to say seriously.
And no, teens aren’t always on their phone. They’re on their phone when they’re bored. You think I‘m on social media when I‘m with my friends? When I‘m talking about something I‘m interested in?
Maybe the reason kids are so distant and always on their phone during family parties and the like is because you‘re failing to engage and include them.
Whoop there it is
When you respect kids, they really respond and learn from you. But if you treat kids like “theyre just a kid, what do they know??” then you’ll never find out.
As a Disneyland Cast Member, I’ll add my own experience onto this –
Very frequently, when I first speak to a child while I’m at work, they’ll kind of withdraw and act uncomfortable and shy. Their parents will then rather frequently tell them to not be shy and try to coax them to talk to me – whenever that happens, I always, without fail, politely dissuade the parents from pressuring them.
“I’m a stranger,” I’ll tell the kid’s parents. “I don’t blame them for not talking to me – if they were anywhere else, they’d have the right idea, to not immediately trust me.”
I cannot tell you how many times I’ve seen that same kid – simply after hearing their initial reaction being validated, instead of reproached – immediately open up to me after that. I also cannot tell you how many times that child and I would go on to start a friggin’ marathon conversation, and I got to hear all about how great their day was or what their favorite Disney movies were or what rides they liked and didn’t like or how much they like a certain Disney character or song…all from me validating that initial feeling and showing genuine interest in what they had to say.
This isn’t just young children, either. I will always remember being positioned outside the Animation Academy one day and starting up a conversation with a young lady, perhaps 12 or 13, who joined the line with her father a full 25 minutes before the class was supposed to start. Now keep in mind, we do a drawing class every 30 minutes: there was no one else in line at that point, and no one else joined the girl and her father in line for a full fifteen minutes. So I could tell pretty quickly that this girl was very emotionally invested in getting a good spot for the drawing class: a conclusion all the more bolstered by the fact that she had a notebook under her arm. I asked her if she was an artist – she said yes, but seemed uncomfortable at the question, so I skipped even asking her if I could see her work, instead admitting that I myself wasn’t very good at art, but that I’m trying to get better and that I love the history of Disney animation. On the screens around us was video footage of different Disney concept art and animation reels, so I pointed one of them out (for Snow White) and asked if she knew the story behind the making of the movie. Upon confirming that she didn’t, I proceeded to get down on the floor so I could sit next to her and her father and dramatically tell the whole story of how “Uncle Walt” created the first full-length animated motion picture, even though everyone and their mother thought he was an idiot for even trying, and how the film ended up becoming the first Hollywood blockbuster. After the story was over, the girl’s father said that his daughter really wanted to be an animator when she grew up, and she finally felt comfortable enough to open her notebook and show me some of her artwork. It was wonderful! Every sketch had such character and you could tell how much work she put into it! And I could tell how much telling her that – and sharing that moment with her, where we got to connect over something we both really enjoyed – had meant. And after the class was over, she sought me out to show me what she and her father had drawn – and sure enough, hers was great! (Her father’s was too, really. XD)
People, kids and teens included, love sharing what they love and how they feel with others. You just have to give them the chance to show it.
A LITTLE LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!
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I feel like I am obliged to add one more thing: don’t ever think that the kids won’t feel your unspokenjudgements cause they do!
I felt always like a ‘problem’ in my family, until I was about sixteen, I got this teacher who was litterally the first to tell I was worthy. He changed my life up till this day.
Also how do grown ups imagine how ‘we’ will ever learn to engage in conversations with adults properly if you don’t teach us?
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I told one of my new coworkers (who is 26) that he was doing really well and that I was proud of him and his progress. I thought he was going to start crying for how quietly he said “really?”.
Positive feedback makes the biggest difference to everything.
When I’d been at my current work for about six months, I fixed a minor problem that had been bugging my senior co-worker all day. He gave me a post-it note that said “good job”.
I was 38 when this happened. This was 6 years ago.
I almost didn’t stick with the Hunting Wives, but I’m glad I did. The detective in this story is a disabled overweight woman with a cane recovering from brain surgery. I loved her the moment she came on screen, you just have to wait for the show to catch up to the body being found and then she comes in. I’ve never seen a detective so relatable before in my life.
I need you to think about Callie Hunting Wives right now. There is a little epic tragic romance hiding in this awful schlock show and it’s her. I mean she is just so…so… in love.
It’s ugly and icky and you don’t even want to root for it. But it’s still love though.
She’s fallen for a version of a person that never existed and will never exist because it’s the closest thing to what she really wants - in a place where what she really wants isn’t a thing she’ll even let herself imagine.
It’s not the kind of thing anyone should root for. There’s so much love and hate and self-hate all twisted up and gone so wrong. It’s the bad ending every questioning queer was afraid of at some point. It’s way too big for this crummy character on this sleazy show. It’s too sad. It’s too real.
Seriously though, I know we’re all here for sapphic Brittany Snow, but why isn’t anyone talking about the MVP of the whole show, Deputy Wanda Salazar?!?!
