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One legitimately weird thing about Tumblr is that we literally can’t code for shit, many people quit working at Tumblr due to a hostile work environment, and we can’t seem to program a simple blogging website to not flood your RAM.
nearing the 10 year anniversary of banishing editable reblogs
reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead
I’d just like to point out the growth in this post has mostly coincided with elon’s public spiral downward and I’d like to think we’re all a small part of that
bro can’t think because he’s just got a rager of a migraine 24/7
that some people respond to any well-foreshadowed reveal with “ugh that plot twist was so predictable” proves bad faith criticism has rotted their brains to the point they think it’s bad writing if they can correctly identify information the writers were intentionally giving them
Sometimes the point of the reveal is not to shock you. Sometimes the point is anticipation of the reveal. You know it’s coming, just not when, how, or what the consequences will be. And sometimes that can be so much more interesting than not seeing it coming at all.
"There is an impulse in moments like this to appeal to self-interest. To say: These horrors you are allowing to happen, they will come to your doorstep one day; to repeat the famous phrase about who they came for first and who they'll come for next. But this appeal cannot, in matter of fact, work. If the people well served by a system that condones such butchery ever truly believed the same butchery could one day be inflicted on them, they'd tear the system down tomorrow. And anyway, by the time such a thing happens, the rest of us will already be dead.
"No, there is no terrible thing coming for you in some distant future, but know that a terrible thing is happening to you now. You are being asked to kill off a part of you that would otherwise scream in opposition to injustice. You are being asked to dismantle the machinery of a functioning conscience. Who cares if diplomatic expediency prefers you shrug away the sight of dismembered children? Who cares if great distance from the bloodstained middle allows obliviousness. Forget pity, forget even the dead if you must, but at least fight against the theft of your soul."
On October 25, 2023—when Israel’s war on Gaza had already claimed the lives of 6,500 Palestinians, including 2,500 children—the Egyptian-Can
me when someone complains about something that's been genuinely bothering me too but i just brushed it off because i was worried that i was just bitchy/callous/sensitive but now I feel Vindicated
if you’re 26 and older, reblog.
I remember when I was 26. The mastodon hunts were the highlight of my day, and we cheered whenever we made fire...
literally waiting for it to pass so i can start using my heart's full potential again..
I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present.
Been watching Kevin Can Fuck Himself on Netflix this week. It's a fascinating show, and easy to digest as background noise while working.
Kevin Can Fuck Himself is a serious drama sendup of the classic sitcom dynamic. It's two different shows mashed into one another.
The show's front is your typical Manchild Husband sitcom about a man named Kevin McRoberts. Every episode, he has a new wacky shenanigan to drag his wife and neighbors into, which usually blows up in his face spectacularly.
But Kevin is not the show's main character. Whenever he's onscreen, the show is lit and shot in sitcom fashion, with laugh track and applause and musical cues and all that jazz. The universe revolves around him and responds as sitcoms do to his every whim.
But this show is actually about his wife Allison. And whenever she's away from Kevin, the show changes genres to a serious drama piece. It's a show about the emotional and financial abuse of being tied down to the role of the Manchild Husband's "Nagging Wife", and more broadly the effects that his Comedic Sociopathy have on the put-upon supporting cast around him as well.
It's the story of a woman's quest to finally escape from the cage that her marriage to an impulsive, inconsiderate, and entirely self-centered piece of shit has trapped her in.
It's a really fun angle. This is what the show looks like whenever Kevin's present for a scene.
Kevin's show has bright colors and fixed camera angles for that "filmed in front of a live studio audience" effect. It takes place mostly within this one studio set, with characters coming and going through the front and kitchen doors.
Nothing that happens ever has any lasting consequences, and no matter how much trouble he gets into, it always works out fine for Kevin in the end.
Then, when he leaves:
Allison's story, the actual story of the show, has muted colors and a dramatic camera with four distinct walls. The camera will pan around her or zoom in on things that are important. There's no laugh track. People bleed. People do drugs or get hurt or all the things that can't happen on Kevin's show.
Hers is a serialized drama with a persistent plot running from episode to episode.
These two tones are constantly locking horns with each other throughout the series. Allison might walk on set from the front door into Kevin's latest stupid scheme and "have a few laughs" about how he's forgotten something important to her and wants her to pick up his laundry. Then make a few passive-aggressive barbs for laughs, enter the kitchen, switch tones, and break down in front of the door.
It's both an interesting series and artistically creative.
More i Grow my body Stonger. More i Learn my head gets Longer. More i Eat my belly Bouncing… More i Fight my foes i’m Trouncing.
More i Sing my voice gets Louder… More i Boast my pride gets Prouder… More i Run my speed gets Upper… What about you Mother Fucker…
normally this is when people reblog posts like this and say something like “i was on so much painkillers when i made this” but that doesn’t apply here. i was completely lucid when i made this. i can remember writing this phenomenal post with crystal clarity. for me, it was typical. i could do this kind of thing every day if i wished to.
....but.... why?
To quote Cave Johnson: "Science isn't about why, it's about WHY NOT!"
I want a knife gun.
For an updated Ides of March
The Ides of March: Reloaded
brutus is back and this time….. he doesn’t need the whole senate
I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember aren’t the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.
Whoever fucked this up should be stabbed
Today’s your lucky day
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(in case you need a knife in the next two days for reasons unrelated to political assassinations)
every year the Ides of March feels like a fun little meme, but this year it actually feels more like trying to cast a spell
Oji San! My apprentice cat tells me there is two types of cats: cats that like to be up, and cats that like to be down (underneath). Which one are you?
Ah, there's a proverbs "Fools and smoke love high places" in Japan...so...