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@bd-moving
tumblr is glitching and this is my whole dash
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I make cartoons, I do animation, I finagle images and arrange them in such a way to create the illusion of movement. website: brendendavi
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support my new channel——> i’ll be posting more shorts 🩳 there ! : https://youtube.com/channel/UC87RciyeahX4lvU9me08fiQ
I make cartoons, I do animation, I finagle images and arrange them in such a way to create the illusion of movement. website: brendendavi
treat for good boy :)
Western history loves to brag about their geniuses, philosophers, thinkers, and innovators throughout history but as far as I know, nobody talks about geniuses in non western history. Why can’t an Aztec community have their neighborhood Einstein who loved to study engineering and physics and helped build an efficient-running town?
Reblog is you're uncomfortable with how eurocentric our understanding of history is.
Numerous Egyptian murals: literally explain that stone blocks and large sculptures were transported using water
“Ancient Aliens” fuckos:
say it with me: it's the racism
every time i look at the mystery gang i have this like visceral feeling that someone is missing. but nobody ever is. who are they. what happened to them
logically i know this is them. these are the only people in the mystery gang. fred, daphne, velma, shaggy, and scooby. thats the 5 of them. but something deep within my lizard brain is telling me theres a 6th member that has been, for unknown reasons, banished from this timeline and our collective memory as a species
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I just let out the loudest inhuman laugh ever
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support my new channel——> i’ll be posting more shorts 🩳 there ! : https://youtube.com/channel/UC87RciyeahX4lvU9me08fiQ
I make cartoons, I do animation, I finagle images and arrange them in such a way to create the illusion of movement. website: brendendavi
pictured, me, a man who lives in the sewers.
(i made this)
animated short
The thing about Those White People Baby Names is the way they so poetically express the tension between individuality and rigid conformity. These parents all want to name their child something unique, because they value the concept of uniqueness, yet simultaneously they abhor it in practice… ergo, 30 different spelling variations on the most normative possible names. This homogeneity-masquerading-as-diversity is inseparable from capitalist consumer culture and in fact is directly analogous to the experience of walking into a grocery store and being asked to “choose” between 50 varieties of toothpaste with the same exact ingredients, 12 brands of laundry detergent, etc.
Somebody’s third eye is WIDE the fuck open??!!!!!!!
me: hmm it is a nice day. as i am filled with hubris, i will go outside and sit :)
every bug in the universe at once: crawl?????? for to crawl???????
me who likes bugs a lot: darlings it’s ok to crawl but be careful of get squish
bugs who are very smart: between page of book, i will Homestead
me: i turn page now
bugs: o my folly!
me who understands how nature works: this is communal space but please do not crawl onto skin i cannot see
bugs: there is sweat in yonder shoulderblades and i must be the one who licks it
me: and i must be the one who slaps the tickles
bugs: alas, i am laid low by the salt!