you can't even tell the truth about pineapple.

26. they/them (tme). white. see my foster kittens at meowtel6.

[paristhemusical1990]

listen to australian rock artist jon english’s musical paris (a love story) 1990

[butchflint]

the structure of black sails season two with the flashbacks is so good it makes me sick the way it's as if flint himself cannot face remembering what he had with thomas until he is confronted with it

[deepseasmetro]

the masses only care about the girls starving themselves when its not something they can ignore anymore; ariana grande used to be "just naturally petite" - only now once they can see her skeleton does anyone feel the need to express their concern. and, of course, the fattest of us will starve ourselves constantly, months at a time, for years of our lives, and the only thing we ever get out of it is a congratulations. starvation is ugly, but thinness is chic - i mean, ariana grande wasn't even actually fat before! her mind is sick so she just thinks she's fat. she's starving herself wrongly. thin people are not supposed to starve. only fat people!

[deepseasmetro]

our suffering is simply our rightful punishment for the crime of being fat

[theehorsepusssy]

[pmamtraveller]

Mammal in a Sunday Dress, by Georgina M. Cox, 2026

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Mammal in a Sunday Dress explores the uneasy relationship between femininity, civilisation, and the animal body. At first glance, the figure appears modest and withdrawn. Her posture is composed, her gaze seemingly lowered towards her bare feet, recalling the conventions of nineteenth-century portraiture where women were often depicted as passive objects of observation. Yet as the viewer moves closer, the illusion collapses. Her eyes are not lowered at all. She is looking directly back. The delayed eye contact transforms the encounter. The viewer approaches believing they are safely observing a woman; instead, they realise they have been observed themselves. The work refuses the traditional power dynamic of portraiture, denying the comfort of anonymous spectatorship. Looking becomes a reciprocal act. For Cox, the painting considers humanity's persistent desire to separate itself from the rest of the animal kingdom. The title quietly undermines this distinction. A "mammal" is not another creature—it is us. The Sunday dress, rich with cultural associations of femininity, morality, and respectability, becomes an attempt to distinguish ourselves from nature. Yet clothing cannot alter biology. Beneath lace and ritual remains the same vulnerable animal body. The work also reflects on the historical relationship between women and nature. Across art, religion, and philosophy, women have repeatedly been positioned as closer to instinct, emotion, reproduction, and the body itself, while men have been aligned with reason, culture, and civilisation. Mammal in a Sunday Dress does not reject this comparison. Instead, it questions why proximity to nature has so often been treated as something lesser. Chiaroscuro isolates the figure within darkness, allowing the luminous dress to symbolise the performance of civilisation while the bare feet quietly return the body to the earth. Neither is presented as more truthful than the other. The painting exists in the tension between performance and instinct, refinement and biology. Mammal in a Sunday Dress ultimately asks a simple but unsettling question: if every layer of culture were stripped away, what would remain? Not a king. Not a saint. Not a gentleman or a lady. Only another mammal, looking back.

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[hudconvent]

when i reblog something for a mutual and they reblog it from somewhere else #WELCOMEHOMECHEATER

[quasi-normalcy]

I don't remember finding fart jokes particularly funny even when I was a child.

[quasi-normalcy]

Five year old me, watching a movie with fart jokes: "Oh, how gauche. They're pandering to the lowest common denominator."

[maremote]

black sails is a show with a Lot to Say but one of the best articulated & integrated themes is the idea that There Is No Walled Garden. there is no comfortable utopia that can be peacefully maintained as refuge from the real world. there is no way to preserve a walled garden without violence. permanence of any kind, but especially permanent exclusion, necessitates violence by its very nature. there is no amount of money you can offer, no amount of yourself you can butcher, no amount of walls you can build, that will isolate you from the outside world without some kind of violence. walls are violence. borders are violence. “The things it took to make that room possible, they were awful things. But inside that room was peace.” You cannot whisk you and your loved ones away to some safe little corner to hide from the world. That walled garden is not possible. and that’s the problem; whatever future we build has to be built off what we have now and what we have had in the past. there is no do-over without razing, salting, and burning the land; without violence. jack has to resort to slave labour to build up the walls of the fort. eleanor has to totally annihilate herself and eventually die for her little corner of safety. Silver tries to do that and ends up breaking the hearts of the people he wants to save and “killing” one of them. you make the best of the broken world we have or you become the one doing the breaking. there is no opt-out without perpetuating violence. your ignorance or oblivious peace is predicated on letting others suffer.

[butchflint]

has anyone seen this show called black sails

[micamicster]

Summer friends don't stay

The Get Down (2016) vs Summer Friends by Chance the Rapper

[limnaea]

What people think the x files is like:

Mulder, on the phone at 3am: Scully have you ever realized that the white pedestrian symbol looks just like the sighting of Bigfoot on the Patterson-Gimlin film?

Scully: ohmygod Mulder please go to bed

What the x files is really like:

Mulder, on the phone at 3am: Scully have you ever realized that the white pedestrian symbol looks just like the sighting of Bigfoot on the Patterson-Gimlin film?

Scully, on the phone at 3am: Mulder, of course it does. The ambulatory pattern of species descending from Homo erectus, zoological or cryptozoological in nature, does not differ. In fact, this similarity lends even more credence to the idea that said ‘bigfoot’ is just a large man in a suit. Now, please, let’s go to bed.

[omar-little]

james flint + wolfpupy

[g63heavenonearth]

Allegheny Cemetery 91820-20

[pjharvey]

our age of blogs is collapsing

[greenapplegirl90]

Autumn Hill Speaks from Jail After Being Sentenced to 50 Years and Labeled an ‘Antifa Terrorist’ by the White House [WATCH]

In her first video interview from Johnson County Jail, Hill says she is a “political prisoner” who has been unjustly locked up by the Trump

[eastern-bloc-party]

“My basic assumption was, you know, the judge had obviously made his mind up about our guilt before the trial even began, and so it didn’t take me by surprise at all when I actually was sentenced to 50 years in the Bureau of Prisons. I knew, like, this is about making an example, this is about creating a narrative that, you know, anyone who resists the Trump administration’s agenda of mass deportation, is going to be made an example of, is gonna be treated this way, that if you stand up, if you speak out, we will bury you. I knew that that was what this was about the entire time that we were going to trial, and it was why I said from the very beginning, “I’m not gonna plea to anything.” You know, like they offered us plea deals, you know, we could have signed to 15 years for material support for terrorism. And I took the risk that I took of, you know, going to trial because I was like, I’m not going to create evidence of this non-existent terrorist conspiracy. That goes against everything I believe in.” — Autumn Hill

[carnadelions]

twitter: am i too woke for thinking fat people shouldn't be stoned to death

tumblr: you're calling me racist? how do you think that makes my non-white oc feel?

instagram: if he doesn't look at you the way your boy cat looks at you he's not 🤚 the one 💍

[mismedleym]

toward the sun, from the sun