misato's simultaneous growth and stunted development fascinates me. so i made an edit about it!
song is girl anachronism by the dresden dolls
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Love Begins
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shark vs the universe

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misato's simultaneous growth and stunted development fascinates me. so i made an edit about it!
song is girl anachronism by the dresden dolls
i refuse to explain myself
reading a historical romance novel and reflecting on the way these stories often present woke nobility for the contemporary reader. a big thing is servants. you can’t not have servants in those times but many modern readers think “but I would never have servants. it would be so weird to have servants” and in order to make the protagonists of the story more relatable they are actually friends with the servants. but flip your perspective and think of it from the side of the servants. wouldn’t it be so awful if your boss was always trying to be friends with you. a really common thing you’ll see is the woke baronet having tea in the kitchen with the servants bc he’s not like other baronets. but what if your boss wanted to hang out and talk during your lunch break every day. not so charming when you think about it that way
Imagine your old, weird manager who kept trying to be besties with you because you were a captive audience.
One of the neat and kind of horrifying bits of history is the slow realization that a whole lot of aristocrats were essentially raised by servants both in terms of having nannies and governesses and in terms of having relationships with maids, housekeepers, footmen, etc; were given access to the world of servants within certain limits; would carry long standing fondnesses for the servants of their youth; and then had that just... stop.
Imagine, if you will, you are a nine-year-old boy and you are to be sent to school now. You will move away from your family, and the people you know best and who have actively raised you will no longer do so. Your parents will still be your parents, but they are somewhat more distant figures - or if they aren't, you will become aware that this is somehow Unusual and Strange at school. At school, you will be thoroughly brutalized in various ways, and then when you go home, there is suddenly a Gap. It is no longer quite proper for you to run around with the footmen. You are still permitted into the kitchens as a guest, but you are now the young gentleman. Some of the housemaids are already getting nervous about you, because soon you will be A Young Gentleman with all the dangers that involves for them.
You go back to school. You are further brutalized. Perhaps you have a homosexual relationship, and perhaps if you are fortunate it is one of mutual consideration and gentleness, but more likely it is one of awkward power imbalances with an older boy. If you are particularly unlucky, it is outright abuse, sometimes vicious. You of course cannot speak of this relationship when you go home, one way or another. But then when you go home, you discover also that is is no longer proper for you to visit the kitchens at all. You can no longer play with the footmen except as assistants in Gentlemanly Pursuits.
You will continue this escalation for several years. You are systematically alienated from the servants and taught Your Place and Their Place. You are taught to look back on your formative relationships as now inappropriate, and that you must take these people you thought of as friends - or as slaves if you were a little shit - and Rule Them.
An aristocrat who still goes down to take tea with the servants after all that is being very odd from everyone's perspective, and also a little tragic and sad because it's an arrested development, a state of painful regression, a refusal to let go of an innocence that society has demanded be discarded. They're not just the awkward boss, they're the awkward boss who is being super weird about it, even if they're not trying to.
The aristocratic model is a nightmare machine for splitting future rulers from everyone else, including their own childhood selves, through enforced alienation. And it starts, in no small part, with just severing the bond between servant and young master or young mistress.
A curious happening in my garden - big Currawong clan in the cabbage palm, or perhaps two. Some young. They are of course delighting in the cabbage palm fruit, but also swooping in and making others flee off. Currawongs are very social, so this isn't their default mode, and I think I heard two distinct calls - so perhaps two clans, squabbling lightly over who gets the best berries? Perhaps a meeting with a playfight, since they are not actually fighting - no pursuit, no swooping in the other trees or mid-air.
always a trip to have tumblr decide to switch back to the 'for you' option who are these people. why are they like this. where are my homosexuals. no, not those ones, my ones.
In the last few years, I moved from the southern US to the northern US. People always joke that people in the south can't handle the cold, or that people in the north can't handle the heat, but I would argue that while upbringing affecting preference is a factor, the more important factor is infrastructure. In Texas, we had lighter, draftier houses that breathed. This helps with heat, but in the winter, if it got down around 15⁰ f (like it usually did up to a couple of times a year), the houses couldn't keep up. It was impossible to heat the indoors over 60⁰, even with blasting the heat. Alternatively, buildings up north don't always have air conditioning, so if it gets up over 95⁰ it is really difficult to handle, especially for prolonged stretches. Climate isn't just personal preference. We have architecture from over the past 100 yrs that is adapted to handle the temps it was before global warming. The architecture in Europe is even older. If people say the temp is untenable, believe them.
See also the steady stream of Scandinavians and Germans who come to Australia and go 'oh my god the winters are so cold here' even when we're not dropping below freezing because outside of Tassie we, uh... don't really insulate our homes, or have effective heating systems or even fireplaces (we stopped putting those in unless you're fancy), or any of the black arts of town-based heating they have in some areas. Our winters are still vastly more survivable than theirs, which is why we don't have these things, but local biases can do really weird things in every direction when it comes to climate management!
my favorite picture ever is the one that says “HELL IS FULL, BITCH” and then it has the national suicide prevention hotline on it. it makes me smile every time
THIS ONE!!!!
I wonder who made these! I have this one saved:
Chaotic Good
*slamming my fists on table* I NEED MORE!!!! MORE!!!!
If anyone has the skeleton apologizing for triggering someone, I’d like that for my collection, please.
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Plus some more^^
ME ME ME
Gangster Popeye, the inventor of this style and artist behind several of these pieces (I’m not sure about all of them, though they appear to be her style) is a Salvadorean trans woman. Her Patreon is here.
reblogging for artist credit and patreon info
How can you forget bone pharaoh
aggressive emotional support
we've had toxic positivity, but i propose to name this positive toxicity
omg all of them are so meee
i saw kinda lots of ppl get ritsuko the highest. logically
link to the test here
saw this coming from a mile away. at least i'm self-aware?
like i'm not at all surprised but also 100 percent? are we so serious right now
ok not too much of a surprise either but RITSUKO COMING IN SECOND????
i'm pretty sure this constitutes a diagnostic index for severe depression [also no kaji????? WHY NO KAJI YOU BASTARDS]
the world is full of strange little guys
I'm rather disappointed that this website did not ever adopt "the police shall receive no sandwiches" as a shorthand for ACAB
On Curie's Body
Curie expresses her desire for a Synth body as part of expanding her ability to think, feel, and process information - but I've always wondered if there isn't something else going on, since by every metric Curie as a robot is a fine researcher and probably better equipped than as a synth.
Curie spent the better part of two centuries completely alone in a Vault after burying her only friends. She watched them grow old and die and leave her all alone in the dark to carry out the work, and when she finished, she just... stayed alone, with nothing but a specimen population she kept alive for companionship.
Imagine the tremendous loneliness she must have felt in there. Then someone comes and frees her from her prison, and over time, becomes a friend - maybe even someone she's already developed romantic feelings for, even before the Synth sidegrade. She develops other friendships with their other companions and settlers. And suddenly she's aware that it's going to happen again. They're all going to grow old and die while she has to watch, and that will happen again, and again, and again, until she finally breaks down beyond repair or is destroyed.
Maybe becoming a synth is her way out. Synth aging is ambiguous, but I'm inclined to think they do unless its deliberately turned off (or turned on for surface infiltrators, maybe - default off). Maybe Curie thinks she can find a way to flip her switch to age, so she doesn't have to experience that grief again and again. Maybe she just can't bring herself to tell anyone that her ultimate goal is to die with her friends, old and happy, and not be left again to bury them and mourn them and wait for centuries in the dark for someone else.
Maybe she's just scared of being alone again.
obviously my 'no side blogs' position is going swimmingly.
i hate the way fat antagonists have their weight moralized and used as a metaphor for greed and corruption and i hate the way it's overcorrected into fat people being "soft squishy friend-shaped cupcakes who look like they give incredible hugs" and i long for the day we have nuanced, interesting, and complicated fat characters and most of all i long for the day people are normal about fatness
May I introduce you all to Nero Wolfe?
I want you guys to all start making a bigger stink about Tumblr's Age Verification Horseshit.
Like they tried to change Reblogs and people rightfully got up in arms, this is a LOT worse. In order to have access to any sort of thing dubbed mature, and We haveALL seen what they think is mature, Everything from a black and white photo of a black woman's arm, to posts about IUD recalls, to a nude painted by a 17th century artist, to anything involving the word Trans; you have to send your personal information to a third party site that WILL get hacked, and you will be doxxed. And they can say "Oh shit, well it wasn't us who sent your name address and gender identity to Moldovan teenagers, here's a couple extra minutes in the ball pit.
That's bad enough!!!!!!!! But the entire idea of needing permission from state authorities to access anything labeled mature by our friendly AI overlords is some fucking Boll shit. Die Gedenken Sind Frie baby. This is all a reaction to people getting uppity about their lowly lowly rights and is being propped up by the same bad actors tht have made life unlivable. Fuck that shit.
"Well it's only being rolled out in Brazil and UK" Yeah, to start. "Well they're being forced to do this by laws." YOu know it's always really funny when these tech giants (Or whatever you call owning tumblr dot com) get really antsy about laws considering they pick and choose which ones they abide by.
This is a breaking point and it's going to be very interesting to see how we proceed from here.
i get this now and it won't let me click through to any 'mature' blogs :(
Where's the fucking. The form. The fucking form. Hang on, lemme find it.
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