Come raid my settlement its perfectly safe come on I promise come here get closer girl. Safe place to put pawn s. Put raider pawns in area
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Come raid my settlement its perfectly safe come on I promise come here get closer girl. Safe place to put pawn s. Put raider pawns in area
unfortunately i have free will so im about to make art that is going to appeal to basically 4 people. let us hope those 4 people follow me.
i really need "villagers from minecraft are antisemetic caricatures" to become a popular enough sentiment for them to finally change their designs somehow
have some shitty chaotic pride flags ^^
check out the rest of the flags on my profile since tumblr has a 10 image limit lol as well as the fixed versions of a few of these cuz I’m big dumb
it's that time again, kids
You are a villain famous for “killing” heroes. In reality, heroes come to you to fake their deaths.
Sometimes they try to pay you.
You are posted out by the Hollywood sign tonight, sitting under the frame where the W used to be. It got burnt to a crisp during last week’s big superhero fight. A hero died right where you’re sitting. The whole area’s been closed down until Hero Force can coordinate a recovery effort. Usually it’d be done by now but no one’s willing to touch it until the ash has been completely blown away.
It’s a rule that the world must stand still when a hero dies.
“How much?”
The voice comes from behind you. The lights that illuminate the Hollywood sign are down to hide as much of the scorch marks as possible. You wouldn’t be able to see anything even if you did turn around, so you don’t.
You put some chapstick on, the glide of the balm against your wind chapped lips grounding.
“I said,” the Hero says, voice tightening, “How. Much.”
There’s the sound of gravel crunching now. They’re wearing heavy boots and the scent of fresh blood grows stronger the closer they get. Their breathing is smooth and even which means it’s not their blood.
You put the cap back on your chapstick and tuck it into your leather jacket’s inner pocket. “I don’t take money.”
“Then what do you take?” The Hero rounds the Y and comes into your line of sight. The dark hides most of their features, but you can make out a glittering gold mask and the dull shine of drying blood on their chest plate. Their breathing may be even, but their stance isn’t. They sway in place, back and forth, back and forth. Their arms wrap around their stomach. “I’ve got land. A house. You can have it.”
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we need to instill a new storytelling rule of thumb into people called "show don't tweet" where we encourage them to put all pertinent canon information into the actual story and its official supplemental material instead of using reddit AMAs as lore dlcs
There is the fantasy, the beautiful notion in your head, that being taken by the ocean would be peaceful, beautiful, watching the light crash over you. And then you actually step in and are like fuck that’s cold actually and you emerge coughing and wet and cold and feeling very much unsexy and unromantic and very much not taken by the ocean and you shuffle alive and very much matted down and wet like a sad dog down to the surf shop, wet and ruined wallet in hand, to get yourself an ugly but dry t-shirt and a soda. And you sit outside on the pier, wet hair in your eyes and obnoxious but dry t-shirt on your back and hear the waves crashing on the shore and smell the seafood on the grill from the restaurant two stores down and you wonder what’s become of your life. Your hair is salty, you were not successfully taken by the ocean because it was cold and unpleasant. You crack open the soda. It tastes pretty good. The waves crash and roll. It’s foggy and cold. There’s sand stuck to your feet. You are hit by the sudden realization that tomorrow exists and the strange feeling that suddenly you are fine with that.
there's a lot of talk about reading comprehension and one thing i think is the biggest barrier to people on this site getting better at it is simply... rushing. rushing to share something you haven't understood, rushing to have an opinion without taking the time to think about it, rushing to declare that you don't understand something
take these tags, on somebody else's post (condolences pip)
the thing is. this is what i would call an inside thought. nobody would have known you didn't get it if you didn't tell them that. if you recognised that it was important but didn't have the headspace to process it, you can reblog without commentary for others, or to come back to later. or you can save it somewhere and wait until you DO have the capacity to read it over a few more times, ponder it, consider what it might mean, figure out how to understand it, and THEN reblog it
but no. rushing to reblog while it is still opaque. rushing to admit to ignorance rather than spend the time to achieve understanding. perhaps hoping that somebody will break it down for you more simply, though to my mind it was quite simply phrased in the first place. never stopping to take the time first
comprehension is not always instant! sometimes it takes a bit of time for something to percolate after you read it; sometimes you need to read it a few times; sometimes you realise you don't have the context for it and either go and get the context or accept that it's not for you right now
please just simply slow down. you don't always have to respond to everything within a second or two. it is okay if it is not an instantaneous understanding. we all need to get more comfortable with thinking more slowly and more deeply and more carefully, and not letting our instant split second responses drive us all the time, because they are a barrier to genuine reflection
ong thank you. I haven't known how to address this but ... tags like this show up a LOT on my posts. and it makes me feel... pretty bad. like, everything you have said here about how not taking time to try and understand something (or excusing yourself from trying to understand it) is detrimental to personal and communal understanding is totally true and extremely important
AND, on a personal level, as someone who is often trying very hard to articulate subjects that our society tends to not have easily accessible pre-existing concepts for: it FEELS BAD for me to read tags like this. it feels like someone staring at me while i work really hard to articulate something really integral to my existence and then when I'm done pausing and saying "anyway," and changing the subject.
I don't want to be like "let me google that for you" levels of flippant. sometimes a search engine seafch of keywords in a post will help illuminate something and sometimes it won't. checking the other notes in a post is often helpful. going back to the OP's blog and seeing if perhaps they have a tag they use for discussing similar subjects can be helpful. asking polite abd direct clarifying questions can be helpful. these will not only expand your understanding but they will make the person you are trying to understand feel engaged with and respected.
if you want to save a post to read later you can save it as a draft! and also frankly there's a lot of stuff that i read that gets me thinking that i need to sit on and rotate for a bit before i can see how it sort of... fits into things. even if you want to reblog something you are still chewing on, tags like "this post is giving me a lot to think about" feel a lot less dismissive to me personally
anyway. 100% agree. its ok to take time. there's stuff i have read that took me literal years to understand fully (and i still have understanding of some of those things that is as yet unearthed, too)
LOVER GIRL Megan Thee Stallion (2025)
“I don’t put politics in my stories” is the literary equivalent of a cishet guy going “I don’t have pronouns”
What reading house of leaves does to a guy ig
I'm thinking of Symphony of the Sixth Blast Furnace by Evgeny Sedukhin again...
hmm okay i'm trying to dig up a source on this painting, to see if i could find it in any higher quality
but i can't find any evidence of its existence from before 2018 lmao
and searching the artist's name only gets me like 6 pages of results on google
and a little artist showcase page on arthive for this guy with exactly 1 painting listed
and a biography that spells this guy's name like 5 different ways
which i'm pretty sure is because it's machine translated from something
very mysterious
oh doing his name in russian gives me some actually useful results, why didn't i think to do that
Солнечный город "Sunny City" - No date given.
Мир "World" - No date given.
Чусовские просторы. "Chusovskie expanses." Canvas, oil, 1997. Exhibited at the Nizhny Tagil Museum of Nature.
Осень "Autumn"
ooooh this one is really nice
Огни трудового Тагила, "The Lights of Labor Tagil" acquired by the Tretyakov Gallery in 1986.
октябрь "October" 2009 cardboard, oil, 29.5x39.5 cm
Осень на Чусовой, "Autumn on Chusovaya" 1999, canvas, oil, 79x100 cm
Чугун идет "Cast Iron is Coming" 1976
okay that's all the art this article had, i'm really glad i could find some this artist's other works!!!!
having being anti death penalty as one of my core beliefs is fun because it really makes me realize how even progressive people want soooooo badly for there to be a category of people they can kill. I'm sorry but "group of people okay to kill" does not exist.
So I bashed my head into the ceiling fan light fixture in my bedroom and destroyed it (my head is unscathed) and have since replaced it. However. I've decided to turn the mangled remains of that light fixture into a disco solar system, so I'm painting up some disco balls. Mayhem is a VERY big fan of disco balls.
Oh! I forgot to post the fully finished version of this! Maybe eventually I'll get up early enough to catch it in the sun but it's honestly not in the best spot for sunlight. Which is what I get for making a big project with no idea where to put it.
Someday, Time to Orbit: Unknown will be popular enough for some up and coming youtuber to make a three hour video essay pulling apart its worldbuilding and trying to get everyone riled up about how bad my understanding of physics and sociology is. Someday. I can make it.
#Tto:u#SOCIOLOGIST REACTS#*five minutes in*#*pauses audiobook*#Okay so! Sociologists should Not be on the outside of spaceships#That is not their natural environment and is very stressfull for them
I love dandelions!
*puts a dandelion in your hair*
Reblog to put a dandelion in prev's hair
I love Andy Weir's books but this man is dumb as a bucket of rocks. Dude you have your characters turn to the reader and explain what the social commentary of the book was. You know it's there because you include the sparknotes in the story itself. What the fuck are you talking about.
This is the real actual ending of The Martian.
This is in the last chapter of Artemis.