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Any miner worth their weight in slag knows that gold flakes are heavy and are oft overlooked. Therefore, telling the fools that "there's gold in them hills" and then panning farther downhill were merely increasing the interest in the market, had ties to folks that knew stores and bars were the true gold to be found via the 49ers looking for gold, and just overall were kind of bastards.

#goldminers #49ers #not the football team #the other 49ers #but i get it #anyeho

infinite-arson

One like = one butt pat

One reblog = access to forbidden knowledge

blaxolt

forbidden knowledge? bullshit

blaxolt

and when they come all shall crumble under eldritch bliss

sodium-ion

Sign me up for that forbidden knowledge shit

sodium-ion

And in the end, the lamentation of the absence of reason shall go unnoticed, as the cycle again must be driven by the ignorance of the many for the continuation of the few

thedeadskincellsonyourpillow

I don’t buy it

thedeadskincellsonyourpillow

All will die, as is the way of life, we must fall for others to rise, but what about those lost to the sands of time? Are their achievements worthless? Or will we remember them, for years and years? Truly we will never know, only the future can hold the knowledge of the present.

infinite-arson

Are these people trying to glean the knowledge from our cat????

effervescent-eatingmycharger

Little Infinite is spreading his knowledge! So effervescent.

dreverythingisaliens

Reblogging for winning lotto number for next week, thank you in advance. When I win anything, I buy you 1 pizza, size and toppings of your chosing.

#trump #presidency #pregnancy #when Kamala wanted to give tax breaks and shit for new mothers #i

1-jar-of-stars

On Friendship.

dreverythingisaliens

Growing up in a #fostercare system because your mom got into drugs at age 5 (crank, not just pot before it was legal) and your dad became your legal guardian but died in a car wreck when you were 7. Also in that car wreck, and sustained brain damage among splenectomy and other shit) where I was moved around from all that I know to places where I know no one, repeatedly, let me offer this advice:

Just be you. Be as fucking weird as you want. It's easier. You find the right people or you dont, and just being "you" makes it easier on you.

Either they vibe with your shit or they dont, but that worry and stress about whether they will or wont is exhausting and makes you anxious and you only have so many spoons.

So live with that heart on your sleeve.

nchntd

In the club

toastyglow

why be radically exclusionary abt queerness when you could be radically inclusionary instead. let's inflate the numbers. let's become the majority. the sky's the limit

toastyglow

"we can't let just ANYONE call themselves queer!!" what are you talking about. I'm steepling my fingers and gleefully cackling every time we Get Another One and you should be too. lock in.

vaspider

Fuck yeah, let's make this little raft we're surviving on big as hell. If I bring my bit of driftwood and you bring yours and we let as many people join in as want to, we might end up with a functional boat.

libraford

I heard someone say 'queer is that which accepts queerness' a few weeks ago and I've been thinking about it ever since.

derinthescarletpescatarian

Back when I was active on AVEN (I have no idea what it's like now), we had two definitions of asexual -- an external definition and an internal definition. The external definition, the one that's on the wiki and the press material and that everyone uses when talking about asexuality, was of course "an asexual is someone who does not experience sexual attraction". The internal definition, the one we kept in mind when talking to each other, was "an asexual is someone who calls themself asexual".

The reason for this was very simple and very practical. In the very early AVEN and immediately pre-AVEN days, back before my time when the disparate ace communities were first finding each other and creating a public online network, there was a fair lot of exclusionist discourse. There are a lot of ways to be asexual, and the early community of course fell prey to the usual infighting about whether someone with a libido counts as asexual, whether someone who chooses to have sex can be asexual (usual tiring Purity Brigade Bullshit), whether someone without a libido counts as asexual (after all, if you have no sex drive, are you sure it's a matter of sexual orientation?), whether ace people count as lgbtq, all the usual nonsense. This worked out the way it pretty much always does -- the inclusionists "win", because exclusionists always break off into smaller and smaller communities so the largest group is, of course, the one where all different kinds of people stick together and welcome each other. And that was AVEN.

And when you're trying to have a strong community and somebody shows up at the gates saying, "hi, I think I'm asexual", it's a fucking horrible idea to start doubting their credentials. They saw the public definition and started calling themselves asexual; they're here, and now they're under the internal definition. An asexual is somebody who calls themself asexual. Sometimes, these people would be frustrated allosexuals, or people choosing to swear off sex, who might not fit the external definition of the term. We made sure that everyone knew the external definition, and there were always conversations about asexuality and how it affected our lives, if they asked us directly what we thought then we'd say "only you can know for sure" and then give our thoughts on the matter for as long as they asked for them, and other than that it wasn't anyone else's fucking business or anyone's place to judge. If people weren't nasty and didn't create problems, they could stay and call themselves whatever they wanted.

Many of these people who didn't fit the strict definition eventually left after receiving support and discovering more about themselves. Some stopped IDing as ace but became allies to the community. Some people who came in with the most "I'm a heterosexual girl who is angry at my boyfriend" intro posts you've ever seen in your life discovered that they were in fact ace and that the messages that society had taught them about sex and romance were simply not for them -- these are people who, in a gatekept community, would have been incorrectly ousted immediately.

And then there were people -- a LOT of people -- who found themselves in grey areas. People who said "okay, this community makes sense to me and is useful to me and I have so much in common with a lot of you, but not EXACTLY like you. However, what I experience may not be the strict default definition but it's an awful lot like these other members on the forum." And they formed sub-communities. The grey aces. The demisexuals. The aromantics and greyromantics. Through these dialogues, between subgroups who in a more exclusionary community would be arguing about who the "real" asexuals are and splintering off into their own communities away from all those stupid cishet fakers, we developed language to describe our similarities and differences. The sexual/romantic/aesthetic attraction model came out of these dialogues and it became so massively important to our understanding of asexuality that basically everyone in the ace/aro community describes themselves by it, as do a large number of people outside the community. The community made massive leaps ahead in just a decade or two by, well, being a community. By being a place where anybody who called the place home, and didn't bully other people in the home, was right. By being somewhere where anybody who saw "asexual: someone who doesn't experience sexual attraction" and thought "that sounds like a term with some use for me" was allowed to use it.

An asexual is somebody who does not experience sexual attraction.

An asexual is somebody who calls themselves asexual.

These definitions are not in conflict -- they are both, in concert, fundamentally necessary for a safe and vibrant community where we can protect, support, and learn about each other and ourselves.

And that is absolutely not exclusive to asexual communities.

dreverythingisaliens

I'll accept the "Gulf of Mexico" as "The Gulf of America" the second those same government officials giving it that new name full on label it as trans.

And if they're gonna bellyache about "a body of water cant be trans",

Whole-body, lemme tell ya aboot these cruises across the TRANS-atlantic.

animentality

dreverythingisaliens

Imagine seeing this kind of pickup on tindr.

queersatanic

yimra-deactivated20250209

What the fuck

screampotato

This is absolutely fascinating. I've now been looking at Alex Colville's paintings and trying to work out what it is about them that makes them look like CGI and how/why he did that in a world where CGI didn't exist yet. Here's what I've got so far:

- Total lack of atmospheric perspective (things don't fade into the distance)

- Very realistic shading but no or only very faint shadows cast by ambient light.

- Limited interaction between objects and environment (shadows, ripples etc)

- Flat textures and consistent lighting used for backgrounds that would usually show a lot of variation in lighting, colour and texture

- Bodies apparently modelled piece by piece rather than drawn from life, and in a very stiff way so that the bodies show the pose but don't communicate the body language that would usually go with it. They look like dolls.

- Odd composition that cuts off parts that would usually be considered important (like the person's head in the snowy driving scene)

- Very precise drawing of structures and perspective combined with all the simplistic elements I've already listed. In other words, details in the "wrong" places.

What's fascinating about this is that in early or bad CGI, these things come from the fact that the machine is modelling very precisely the shapes and perspectives and colours, but missing out on some parts that are difficult to render (shadows, atmospheric perspective) and being completely unable to pose bodies in such a way as to convey emotion or body language.

But Colville wasn't a computer, so he did these same things *on purpose*. For some reason he was *aiming* for that precise-but-all-wrong look. I mean, mission accomplished! The question in my mind is, did he do this because he was trying to make the pictures unsettling and alienating, or because in some way, this was how he actually saw the world?

xradiorental-deactivated2025072

omf i never thought i'd find posts about alex colville on tumblr, but! he's a local artist where i'm from & i work at a library/archives and have processed a lot of documents related to his art. just wanted to give my two cents!

my impression is that colville did see the world as an unsettling place and a lot of his work was fueled by this general ~malaise?? but in a lot of cases, he was trying to express particular fears or traumas. for instance, this painting (horse and train) was apparently inspired by a really tragic experience his wife had:

iirc she was in a horrible automobile crash, as the car she was in collided with a train. i find it genuinely horrifying to look at, knowing the context, but a lot of colville's work is like that? idk he just seems to capture the feeling you get in nightmares where everything is treacle-ish and slow and inevitable.

szczekaczz

Henriëtte Ronner-Knip, A dog and her puppies

zvaigzdelasas

khanuckle-deactivated20250628

There

jgdfjjggh-deactivated20250520

Sorry gang. It's been a while.

Anywhosit, last summer, I rescued this birb.

Now the flock all come and yell at me every morning for food and I oblige, but let me tell you I am IRATE

Irate, I say, that they only let me get within a foot of them to feed them, and WILL NOT EAT FROM MY HANDS.

Long story short, it was the hottest day of the summer (upwards of 105°F) and I was taking my kids to the pool when we found this fledgling in the grass, clearly dehydrated and exhausted with no other crows around.

With fledglings, they usually cannot fly and are ground bound for a bit, but the flock follows them and supports them as they learn foraging and predatory avoidance.

I scooped the bird, got it over to the nearest community pool hose and cooled it down very gently with a low flow from the hose which I used my thumb to turn into a light mist.

From there, we got it home and fed it (I've done research on what to feed fledglings, dont worry).

2 days, the flock was nowhere to bee serena and on the 3rd day I heard them clamoring

(Mind you, every day in between, trying to get this bastard reunited)

And got them back to their flock.

I had such dreams for so many years to have crow buddy, but I knew it would never reunite with it's kind or anything normal if I did, so I didnt.

And now I'm just the crazy neighbor who has flocks of death birds in his yard every day bickering at them about wanting free handouts but not letting me feed them from my hand.

#crows #fledgling #corvidae #crow