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@elvistaxon
it sucks that the backrooms and by extent liminal spaces turned out the way they did in popular culture. i love dreamy places not because they're full of Scary Screatures or whatever but because they're fun and interesting and cool and a perfect place for a girl like me to lay her eggs
i could make a nest here it would be so good it's got the perfect amount of structural support for the strands of goo to connect up and hold together easily without collapsing and forming a cozy little den for me to sleep in. but all anyone cares about is booboo's playtime party friends
Hate to be the bearer of bad news but you are one of the Scary Screatures
i'm a cute girl and everyone loves me
best m/f dynamic is a flamboyant bisexual show-off desperately in love with an extremely practical girl who’s difficult to impress 🤩
This brought tears to my conservationist heart today.
The continued existence of these species is the legacy of so many people whose names we will never know--some of who never lived to see the impacts of their work.
When you count up the flaws of our species, you have to count the good things too--out of the many species throughout Earth's history that have caused the demise or endangerment of other species, we are the only one that tries to fix it out of our fascination and love for other life forms.
(Big thank you to the anonymous asker who sent this in!)
6/14/2025
— roach-works
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[ID: text that is split into that which is underlined and that which is highlighted. Altogether, it reads: “I think you ultimately become / whoever would have saved you that time no one did.” / end ID]
I'm in my sisyphus era but I'm pretty sure I'm almost out of it
aw hell
god fell out of heaven yesterday and we all started making fun of him bc the corpse is only like 5'3''
i have been thinking about this, because i am 5'2 and was raised catholic. in churches, the body of christ lingers ever in the air, on the back of our tongues, in every sconce and shadow. close your eyes. can you draw the shape of white jesus - bent and always muscled, rangy but masculine. i know the slant of his body from every tortured angle. his serene and pleading face - underfoot and rising above. white jesus is always either a baby or he is a 33 year old man, and the halo is goldleaf. jesus on the crucifix is almost always depicted sagging, a little hollow between his back and the wood of the cross.
god fell out of heaven yesterday, and fox news wasn't pleased about it, because god was 5'3". in our picture books, god takes up the whole sky. god can lift a mountain. god removed my brother's rib. my father is a deacon and showed me a diagram of the piece that adam used to form eve, and now "all women" have extra ribs. i was 7 and wanted to talk about if faeries are real or if trees can hear or if magic works, which was not favored. good catholic girls do not look like white jesus. they do not look like white old father-god. they might look like mary (virgin, always an adult, always demure). my brother is 6'0", so the lack of a rib did not stunt his growth. maybe i am smaller because the weight of eve's sin is pulling me down.
they didn't want to do an autopsy on god, which was ironic, because, like, didn't we say god made us in his image? and if god has (according to transubstantiation) been inside my body, can't we, like, get inside of god's body? that feels fair. i was mad particularly because when i tell people i am nonbinary, they talk about cutting open my grave and peeling back my gender so all the pulp of it shows. when i am dead, they tell me, they will uncover my "real" gender like a butterfly and pin her to the board. but god was 5'3".
the problem was that god was 5'3". first of all god was measured in imperial units which was kind of fucked up. the corpse landed inside of a townhouse in baltimore, which was bad for the insurance adjuster. that was not how the rapture was supposed to take place. also, the rapture is not covered under insurance, before you ask. the corpse of god was left overnight due to a confusingly-worded twitter update. i got in my car and drove south for over 9 hours, listening to the radio and my audiobook. i'm re-listening to graceling, but will always take good fantasy book recommendations. the radio said god's body made a strange hum - the announcer said like. well. it sounds like the living room fan from my childhood.
fox news had to say it wasn't god, because god is a man, and men stand up to pee. they had on male experts who talked about how yes, of course, god might have fallen from heaven, and yes his halo has singed through the first layer of the earth's crust - but this is probably not god. maybe one of the angels. micheal? rapheal? god cannot be 5'3", god lifts the rich from perdition and allows them passage into the fine life above us. god's body would be brave and tough and rugged like a lumberjack on a papertowel roll. god's body couldn't be like this - whalefall. nobody knew what to do with the body, so he was just lying there, alone in his crater.
i have a lot of reasons to hate god. i am not here to defend any part of the faith nor of god. unfortunately god was 5'3", and i am 5'2". and i guess some of us maybe felt the same way because i wasn't the only one getting out of the car. we all gathered around the crime scene tape and just stood there and looked at the body of god, who is a small man. god wasn't rotting correctly - his skin was flaking off like feathers overlapping. did i tell you? my girlfriend and i both saw the same god in our dreams, long before we met. we both described the experience as many hands.
all of us who were there bent down and picked up god from the rubble, which was blasphemy. we put him down in a clover patch. a bee rested on his cheek. what do you say at a funeral for god? he didn't look like jesus. people got mad then, because it wasn't funny anymore. they didn't want us to put god on the tombstone, and that made me laugh, and i suggested INRI. unfortunately i was raised super catholic, so that was only funny to like 3 people and of course the honeybee.
i think god would have liked swingsets and public transportation (when it works). i think he would have liked bodegas and good grilled cheese sandwiches. i think he would have lost his mind about dumplings. think of the humor behind getting god stilts or showing god mariokart. it is warm in baltimore so the ground is thawed. we talked about putting god under the ground and under many rocks, which is ironic because like - back in the cave you go. but it felt wrong to close him off from open air. god should sleep with his chest towards heaven, right?
god ruined my childhood and bored a splint through my eye and now i can never see this world without flinching. when i brought him in the clover i still laid him down with a care that almost felt parental. he was so small, is the thing. it was important to be gentle.
Fantastic reconstruction of an Archaeopteryx I saw at Southampton Fossil and mineral show. It was part of an exhibition of fossil replicas exhibited by Southampton University.
Oh,,,, oh that is gorgeous
I've seen drawings of dinosaurs in the positions of their fossils before but I've never seen something like this before and I love it
“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”
— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)
endless night
The fact that Antarctica is a whole ass continent which had diverse ecosystems for hundreds of millions of years and is now a barren expanse of ice never ceases to freak me out.
growing up I always wanted to be poorly understood by science
glad people got the subtext on this one
Ripley's By God, I've Become So Desensitized to The Infinite Parade of New And Ridiculous Ignominies That Comprise Modern Life That You Could Tell Me Anything And I'd Just Be Like "Sure, Fuck It"
Ripley's Jesus, Fuck, Really? Fuck.
the way people are taught programming today continues to drive me insane insane insane
unlimited abstraction. the ultimate sandbox. the lever with which the heavens were moved. the lifeblood of the gods who control us today. yet you're chained in plato's cave - no space to grow your own crops. no structure to build. no love. Solve My For Loop Puzzle Boy. Solve My Inheritance Puzzle Girl. you get to play with none of the divine spark. you don't get to play at all. there's no composition. there's no composition. you build fragments. you don't get to connect them. don't worry about how they link up into structures. don't look up into the churning monolith too long. just keep swinging that hammer.
if you're reading this: please. write programs that spark joy. build things that interest you - sloppy, first. you can always learn to scaffold later. step off the damned beaten path. build things. read manuals. frolic. find out about fucked-up ways to abuse the language you use. create something you love. there's whimsy to be found yet. take my hand - one day we'll be free to forge our own paths.
every story i've ever made is about fear
Hello, i wanna ask what inspired you to draw the roommates characters? I wanna know also you have a new follower. So congrats...
In college, my teacher was looking for art with meaning and I had nothing. I painted these guys so anyone could be amused and maybe even derive meaning themselves.
it was mainly Astronaut dude but this painting was so silly and added more life to the context of all the other paintings i had done. It's been 5 years since I've painted these but I always like coming back to my old ideas.
Maybe it can be an allegory for not feeling like home is home. You feel like you need extra equipment to brave even the most mundane setting. We're not all the same.
Anyway the webtoon is just goofing off.
" The Gatekeeper Patrolling " //© Jen City
Music: Danger Twins - Thing of Beauty