Of all of the species in the genus Uroplatus, U. lineatus is by far one of the most unique of the group. They’re one of the largest Uroplatus, reaching a total length of 10-11". U. lineatus primarily inhabits the tropical and bamboo forests in eastern Madagascar.
I think using end notes is actually a good way of going about it. Readers who don’t want potential spoilers don’t get spoiled, and readers who need to look for warnings can click the link at the top of the chapter to drop them all the way down to the end notes before they read.
This is from a fic where I wrote a different meet cute for my OTP in each chapter, based on a genre suggested by my readers. That part in parentheses where it says “See the end of the chapter for more notes” – that’s automatically generated by AO3 when someone adds an end note to a chapter. If there are end notes to an entire multi-chapter fic, you’ll see a link like that at the top of chapter one. If there are more end notes per chapter, you’ll see a link in those chapters as well.
If you haven’t noticed this before, I suggest looking for it. It will save you a lot of time and potential heart ache.
[my end note was just that I’m never going to write anything in the gothic style again because omg hard!]
Chapter 5: Gothic
Notes:
for Lalalli because she asked so nicely 😀
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
The words, ‘more notes’ are a link.
End ID.]
I’m a strong supporter for end notes. To get the best use of them, though, you need to indicate in your beginning notes what kind of content is going to be there.
I wouldn’t jump to the end notes in ao3commentoftheday’s example, because the only context is that it might relate to their friend’s request?
In this case, that’s fine, because it’s not an important note. But if you’re putting warnings there, they only help if you mention them.
“Warnings about consent in the end notes.“ – Really helpful
“If you have any sexual triggers, I got a list of everything that happens at the end of the fic.“ – Wow, thank you for that effort!
“ For some info about the ending, click here“ – I am clicking that thing as fast as I can!
“For additional warnings, see end notes“ – I’ll only check if something in the tags is worrying me. May still be useful for those with bad triggers, and is way better than nothing. So, thank you.
“I tagged for character death just to be sure, but it isn’t, really. Check end note for more details.“ (Or, “I didn’t tag it, but maybe you should check the end notes”) – Really good if you’re not sure how to tag. Helps so much. Our mileage may vary, thanks for making sure.
“This shouldn’t need warnings, but if you really want them, they’re in the end notes“ – kind of judgmental, I might not read the fic because I’m not sure if someone this reluctant will be safe, but I do appreciate the try!
“I don’t use trigger warnings.“ – Still better than NOT saying that? I’m not reading, and glad to know I shouldn’t?
“I don’t want to use tags, because they spoil the effect I’m going for! I’ve got general warnings in the end notes, and if you scroll more, there are more specific warnings“ – You’ve protected everyone! No spoilers unless they’re necessary! I’ll check the end notes, and only scroll down if they apply. How perfect!
I respect that authors have good reasons not to use tags. They may not want spoilers, or to be too graphic, or to tag something that only sort of applies. Maybe the tag they used wasn’t informative enough. Maybe the thing barely comes up in the story, and they don’t want to clog up that tag or let down fans of that tag.
Did you know that most 8 year olds are in grades 2-3? They’re, on average, 3 ¾-4 feet tall. They weigh 50-60 pounds, about the same as a bulldog.
This is just a random set of facts, and is in no way connected to the fact that a lot of people think Dick started fighting crime at 8.
Okay, but now I’m picturing Bruce dealing with a very tiny child who insists on accompanying him in this bright costume and Bruce is like, okay. You can “fight crime” with me.
Cue Bruce running along rooftops, with lil’ Dickie on his heals keeping carefully curated coms with Alfred.
The streets are clear. Because Bruce made sure of it like, two hours ago. But Bruce has this “patrol” parkour route all figured out to give him a workout and Dick an outlet for all that energy.
Agent A occasionally spices things up by identifying cats “stuck” in trees (Thank you, Selina). And letting them know when there’s someone very elderly or otherwise vulnerable who could use a late-night escort from Leslie’s clinic.
Dick doesn’t catch on for years, because Bruce isn’t really lying. It is genuinely important to him that Dick learn that walking a lone drunk girl home or helping that old homeless guy stand and giving him a Wayne Enterprises reference card so he can apply for a job is every bit an act of fighting crime as punching a thug in the face.
I just got “my” first post over a 1000 notes. Thank you @angel-gidget.
Look, here’s the deal with tumblr: it moves fast. A lot of people follow enough blogs that scrolling through one’s entire dash is impossible. I remember the days when I could wake up in the morning and scroll back to the last post I saw before bed. Sweet, summer child.
Here’s the other deal with tumblr: I see so much anxiety about reblogging one’s own stuff, be it art; analysis; fanfiction; hell, personal posts and replies. I have (and continue to feel deeply) that anxiety. Every time, my inner critic and I go through the same song and dance.
Critic: You look like you’re begging for notes/replies/reblogs. People will think you’re needy/full of yourself/have to be the center of attention. You already have a few notes, why do you need more? Other people have it worst than you. Ugh, you’re just clogging the dashes of your followers. If they wanted to read it, they’d have read it already.
Me: *ball of anxiety* You’re right. Wait, no you’re not. Wait, maybe you are. Wait, no—
I’d say it’s 50/50, even now, that I’ll reblog myself.
And you know what? Fuck that.
Not everyone can get through their dash in a sitting.
Timezones are a thing.
Work hours are a thing, also affected by timezones.
Life away from tumblr is a thing (what??? I know).
There are so many reasons a person might not see your fic/art/stuff the first time. Reblog it the next day. Reblog it a week from now. Hell, set up a schedule or a queue and have it reblog itself three months from now. Go back through old fics and reblog the ones you really liked; I guarantee you have followers who are new enough to have never seen it or who would like to reread it.
Be proud of the work you do.
Oh yeah, I felt that resistance from here.
Say it again. Out loud. Write it on a post-it note and stick it where you’ll see it.
Be proud of the work you do.
You wrote/made it for a reason. And yeah, part of that reason was probably to share it with other fans. Otherwise, why post at all? I know. Man, I get it. I’m cringing even writing that. The fucked-up “don’t show off” mentality runs deep, right?
Fuck that, too.
If you have followers who unfollow you because you’re reposting your stuff (and this is hard to prove, remember; maybe they quit tumblr, maybe their interests diverged from yours, whatever), who cares? Let them go. For everyone who leaves you, many will stay. And many will be happy to see that thing they missed because of work, life, sleeping. Especially if you follow a few points of tumblr/dash etiquette:
Use cuts/read mores for anything longer than a few hundred words (I tend to cut at about 400-500 words, though if something’s under about 700 I might leave it).
Reblog at reasonable intervals (day/evening, next day reblog, etc. Hourly might be a bit much ;D).
Use tags so people can filter appropriately.
Be proud of the work you do.
(Write it down. Yes, you. <3)
Look, I obsessively go through my whole dash, no matter what. I will see your first post.
Those reblogs? They get me excited about the original. They build anticipation for me. You have a public conversation about your fic? I am SO INTERESTED to see what you’re talking about. You post ‘once more, for the daywalkers’? I, a sometimes daywalker, grin and check your tags. Then keep going, because the original probably has BETTER tags.
Some people might get annoyed. Other fans are rubbing their hands together. Or grateful they didn’t miss their favourite authour’s new work. Or reading the fic for a second time, because they’re not going to waste the chance.
[Image shows a series of wide, short panels from a comic book. Superman and Lois Lane are standing just outside of an elevator. Batman and Catwoman are standing just outside of the neighbouring elevator. Everyone is in costume (Lois’ is Formal Reporter Wear.)
Clark: How … How didn’t I see you?
Bruce, at the same time: You … took the elevator?
Bruce: You’re not supposed to see me.
Clark: If I flew here … I’d … to get in this floor … I’d have to break a window.
Long awkward pause.
Lois, reaching out to shake Selina’s hand: Oh hi, I’m Lois. You must be Catwoman.
all right. so. this is a Harry Potter AU, in rambly and abbreviated form.
this is a version of events where, on the morning of November 1st, 1981, the police are called to a house in Surrey.
when they arrive, a large man with a red face and a moustache is waiting for them, brandishing a baby.
to be more accurate: he is brandishing a basket. the basket contains a baby.
he tells the police that his wife found the basket on their doorstep that morning. “Gave her the shock of her life,” he says, with a chuckle that does not seem the least bit sincere.
the police officers have a lot of questions about this, but the man does not have any useful answers. his wife, he tells them, is not in any shape to be interviewed. “she’s been poorly,” he says, “and we’ve got a baby of our own to worry about, keeping us up at all hours.”
the baby in the basket seems to be about a year old. he is cheerful, seems healthy aside from a cut on his forehead, with a crooked sticking plaster on it. he has startlingly green eyes.
there is no identifying information in the basket, except for a torn scrap of paper with ‘his name is Harry’ on it in a delicate hand.
there is nothing else to be done, it seems. the officers take baby Harry, and leave.
one of them comes back a few days later for a follow-up interview with the woman who found the baby. she seems a little fragile, and her own baby, in the next room, keeps up a constant shrieking tantrum the whole time the officer is there. “I’m sorry,” the woman says, with a brittle smile. “this has all been a bit much. I recently lost my sister, you see.”
I have returned from vacation and it was wonderful. However, my computer ate another monitor while I was gone.
This is number 4. I don’t understand. All my monitors die, in similar ways, about a year after I get them. It doesn’t matter how old they where before I get them. We’ve changed my video card. Now we’re changing the power cable.
kiragecko 