
祝日 / Permanent Vacation

if i look back, i am lost

Kaledo Art
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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todays bird
noise dept.
Stranger Things

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@darkartsanna
The Lost Boys by Phantom City Creative
Tigers with a frozen milk brick on a hot day
Bouncy shiny Houndour and Houndour~
Godzilla Minus One (2023)
William Stout
constellation Anticanis (Canis Minor, lesser dog) Cicero’s Aratea with Hyginus’s Astronomica, Reims(?) ca. 820-850.
British Library, Harley 647, fol. 13r
Fantastic Beast of Good Fortune, Shigemitsu Enrosai
Stay healthy, stay vampy
Behind the scenes photos from Cabin In The Woodts.
Sigourney Weaver, who plays the ‘Director’ in the film, “had never been in a movie with a Werewolf, let alone one where she gets an ax in her head. So she had a lot of fun.” She was apparently very excited about starring alongside a Werewolf. “I have never seen anyone more excited about working with a Werewolf than Sigourney Weaver,” said (director Drew) Goddard. “She would ask everyday ‘is the Werewolf gonna be here, when is the Werewolf showing up, can I please get a picture taken with the Werewolf?’
Backrooms (2026) ● Directed by Kane Parsons
Frank Frazetta’s Dracula and Wolfman
we are in a media literacy crisis
friendly reminder that characters don't need to be saints to be entertaining. and telling a story does not mean endorsement. art does not need to be all about morally good people.
IDK if this was meant as hyperbole but it's literally true:
Adult literacy is low.
Child literacy is low.
Information literacy has shifted dramatically in the last decade, but reputable information sources like research journals and factual news reporting have been unable to keep pace.
We are genuinely in a crisis of media literacy, with ever fewer genuinely factual resources available in the style and language used by contemporary audiences.
It may sound condescending, but we genuinely need to remind people, or worse, explain to them for the first time that art is not evidence of real world behaviour.
So, thank you, for this reminder. Genuinely.
You're correct:
Art does not need to feature exclusively morally pure characters. Art is not proof of the creator's secret, violent desires.
ETA; Yes, the links are US American; no your country is not immune to propaganda. Be POLITE in asking, and I will help you find the data for your own country as well.
Netsuke Raven Perched on a Skull, Asahi Gyokuzan, Mid 19th Century
The Shriek
A chimera guarding the grounds of Massandra Palace, Ukraine
There was one of those hyperspecific polls that had an option like “your grandfather told you war stories that he never told anyone else” and now I feel like I have to tell the story about how a spider saved my grandpa’s life in WWII and how my family doesn’t kill spiders because we owe our existence to that One Single Spider
So to set the scene, it's the height of WWII in France and my grandpa—a 6'3" 20 year old upper Michigan farm boy—has been separated from his company after their temporary camp was shelled. My grandpa (who, I have to add, was nicknamed 'the Suicide Kid' at this point because he worked in demolitions and bomb interception and kept taking the jobs no one wanted with the expectation that he was never going home anyway) is scared out of his wits, wandering around the French countryside alone. He has to move at night and sleep in barns and sheds during the day to hide from people who most definitely want him dead.
On one of these days, he finds a farmhouse of a very jittery couple who agree to let him sleep in the barn, with the conditions that he sleeps in the barn loft and if he's found, they disavow all knowledge that he was there. He agrees, because he's exhausted and will sleep in a hay pile if he has to. My grandpa manages to fit all six foot three inches of himself into a feed trough stored upstairs and tries to get some sleep.
However, right when he's half-snoozing, he hears motors outside and sure enough, here are some very angry officers of mixed Nazi and Vichy make confronting the couple saying someone up the road spotted an American soldier walking this way. They wouldn't know anything about that, would they? No, of course not.
All the while, my grandpa—now trying to figure out how to either escape the barn unseen or how to fight off six? seven? eight? people at once—freezes up and waits for the inevitable. While he does, a HUGE spider crawls next to his head and onto the loft railing. For one second, he thinks about swatting it away, but that would risk him being seen and killed.
So, instead, he lays there and waits to either fight to the death or get executed in a feed trough. And while he lays there, the spider starts making a huge web on the railing. My grandpa's transfixed by this thing. He watches her go around and around, building a solid web before plopping herself off to one side and waiting for breakfast. At the same time, the officers finally go into the barn.
My grandpa can hear them searching around, turning over crates and checking animal pens. Then, he hears one say to check the loft.
And then another say, "Don't bother. Look at the spiderwebs up there. No one's been there in a while."
And they leave.
Because my grandpa didn't swat the spider away and let her build her web, the officers thought no one was there and left him alone. They drive off and my grandpa immediately thanks the farmer couple and hauls ass out of there as soon as he can.
After this, my grandpa refused to kill any spider, and his kids did the same. Because if it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have lived and would never have had kids or grandkids. So we owe her one.
There's the man himself. Go grandpa!!