so true beastie *we are laying in a field of dandelions and i am petting your massive snout* *you are 30 feet long and i love you*
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so true beastie *we are laying in a field of dandelions and i am petting your massive snout* *you are 30 feet long and i love you*
I think a lot of people need to realize how intentionally orchestrated recent events are. The US judges didnt do this when Trump was president. They waited for Biden’s presidency. They waited for a chance to make his supporters blame him. They waited to do it right before the midterm elections, with enough time to drive people apart but not enough time to distribute voting resources and pull them back together.
They could’ve done this a lot sooner. This was planned and intentional in order to drive their opposition apart, and if you spend your time ranting about how this is Democrats’ fault or that voting blue is useless you are falling perfectly into their plan.
lord grant me the serenity to do my laundry, the courage to do my laundry, and the wisdom to do my laundry
No matter how much Osmosis Jones yaoi you draw it still takes place inside Bill Murray.
this is like seeing the tip of an iceberg drift past me, & i know theres some weird shit at the bottom of that iceberg but im just not going to make myself look any deeper than the tip today. thank you for this glimpse into your world op
In the town where I grew up, there was a large statue in one of the parks, of a famous historical white colonizer. I'm not going to say who specifically, suffice it to say that it was someone who wasn't worth memorializing for their deeds. And as you can imagine, this statue was a frequent target of vandalism, with paint or toilet paper or eggs on multiple occasions. Now, the local council was generally pretty lax when it came to repairing potholes or other public damage in the town, but every time, 24 hours after this particular statue was hit, the same person would always appear in a Hi-Vis vest, hat, mask and sunglasses, carrying a bucket of water, and wash it clean. They would do it as quickly as possible, but always made sure the face and the name carved at the bottom were generously scrubbed. This only encouraged people to do it again, and so it became a vicious cycle.
Within a year, the statue had sustained so much damage that it was unrecognizable and the lettering unreadable, so eventually the council came and took it down. Also apparently, the person in the Hi-Vis vest didn't even work for the council. They were supposedly just some 'good samaritan' who cleaned it, often before the council even discovered it needed cleaning, so they just let them do it and ignored the problem. They didn't bother putting the statue up again.
Much later, we found out that the anonymous 'samaritan' had been deliberately washing the statue with a bucket of saltwater, which had dramatically corroded it, causing irreversible accumulative damage far worse than spray paint ever would have done. It's even theorized that they were also often the one spray-painting it, just so that they had an excuse to come back after a day to wash it.
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This is tbe funniest thing ive ever read
FUCK. honestly just FUCK. We missed a very important day yesterday.
what was yesterday, cat?
I’m not missing it this year.
"Customers need to know that just 'cause you hit one-click buy, it's not magic. These are real people being affected. We want you all to stand in solidarity with these workers. They come from y'all community, they're your neighbors.
The first thing we're fighting for is job security. They hire and fire people all the time. There's people that are homeless and people in shelters working there that we help.
We're fighting to make everybody a shareholder again, which they stopped in 2018, and bringing back the monthly bonuses for productivity and attendance. They stopped that in 2018, as well. Bring back hazard pay.
They think the pandemic is over. People are still working, catching covid, still being sick. And, also, providing a better quality of life: a pension, free college...everything a union can provide, we want to provide."
-Chris Smalls, Amazon Labor Union
the role of the person in the passenger seat is not only navigator but secretary as well. you have to type up the drivers messages to random ladies on facebook about cbd cream & google whether that billy joel song was the theme song for that show or not
you also have to provide a henchmans disdainful scowl at whoever the driver is flipping off in the target parking lot
other assorted roles may include
retrieval team for objects in the backseat
custodian of the parking garage tickets
"All clear my way"
en-route dining concierge
announcing "Horses!" when there are horses
Genuinely amazed that Our Flag Means Death was able to take the one element of Homosexuality that has consistently been used as a symbol of disgust for bigots: ‘Buggery’ or male on male penetration; and make it poetic and romantic.
Thusly destigmatising, romanticizing and beautifying homosexual intimacy with the same respect and dignity that heterosexual intercourse has been afforded in symbolism.
The ‘run me through’ scene and other examples of Ed and Stede being penetrated in symbolic and poetic ways serve to subtly imply that it’s OK to be penetrated. To let your guard down, to be a different kind of man and not require toxic masculinity. To be penetrated by another man was always implied to have your masculinity taken away. But one of the biggest motifs in the show is the benefit and beauty of gentle masculinity.
Not to mention the fact that it (penetration) is something that needs to be learned; (an element of anal sex and the homosexual experience that is often under discussed and ignored in fiction) that there is a right way to do it, and to be careful. That Stede asks “did I do it right?” After getting penetrated by Izzy’s sword, almost like he’s asking for re-assurance during sex.
Additionally it was Ed, somebody more confident and clearly aware of their Queerness, teaching Stede; somebody who is still in the closet (again something literally symbolized in the scene where Stede shows Ed his secret closet) how to safely participate in gay intimacy. Which is another historical element of the Queer experience. Finding other people who help guide you through your identity and often for men one (typically older) partner taught the other how to engage in intimacy (at least before the internet and comprehensive sex education)
Maybe I’m reading into it too much but this show had so much symbolism and poetry in it I can’t think the creators didn’t at least consider the implications of two men ‘sword playing’ a euphemism for gay sex, and literally teaching one another how to safely be penetrated…
Like come on?
There was no sex scene in the show but I think the ‘run me through’ scene was the shows sex scene, it was very intimate. Ed looked pleased that Stede had gone through with it, and Stede had the nervous jitters of somebody loosing their virginity.
I refuse to feel shameful for reading into this scene so much, the entire show was just packed with symbolism, it’s absurd. So much queer history and imagery conveyed through theme, metaphors and poetic imagery. A silly pirate comedy does not deserve this much heart, soul and intellect, but it’s so amazing. I’m actually obsessed.
So. The bitcoin conference was a complete failure. AND what's even better. There was a ball pit.
The Myth of the Real Artist
The real artist must make art. In fact it goes beyond the positive, beyond need to make. It encompasses even the neutral. The real artist can’t not draw, write, or make music. The implication is that the real artist will always find a way. A profound and sometimes inexplicable self-confidence about the necessity of the art is a hallmark of the real artist.
The artist who procrastinates, stays in bed all day, engages in hobbies, or spends time with friends instead of just doing the art obviously doesn’t love it enough. It is possible to be a lazy dabbler; a real artist is too driven for laziness.
The real artist is willing to work at perfecting a craft for years and years before attempting to release art to the world. The real artist knows that such patience is the key to making truly great art. The world is already glutted with mediocre and bad art and media, and the real artist refuses to contribute to this problem.
The real artist neither needs nor has time for the often pretentious and self-congratulatory critical apparatus that tends to surround artwork. The real artist focuses on being an artist, not a critic or a scholar.
The real artist is fraught, or even paralyzed, by the difficulty of making art. The real artist is filled with terror when faced with the blank page, the canvas, or the silence. Profound self-doubt is the hallmark of the real artist. Constantly trying to improve, the real artist nonetheless never reaches a state of satisfaction.
The real artist is willing to work incredibly hard to gain recognition or to find a way to make a living by being an artist. Recognition and money, however, are never part of the real artist’s motivation - they are simply a means to continue making the art.
The real artist cares nothing for what other people think - the real artist is an iconoclast. The real artist probably dresses in weird or messy clothes, or forgets to shower, or behaves a little strangely in public. This is because the real artist is too concerned with the needs of the art to pay much attention to anything else.
The real artist is a profoundly disciplined worker. The real artist works on art for at least several hours almost every single day. The real artist will spend this time on art even in addition to a full-time job; claiming to be too physically, intellectually, or emotionally exhausted from work just means that the art wasn’t important or urgent enough be invigorating.
The real artist knows the importance of networking, and attends openings, readings, and concerts. The real artist is part of the “scene,” but the real artist is actually completely above the “scene,” because caring too much what other people think belies desperation, and besides, the real artist is totally fulfilled by the art itself. Inside though, the real artist is desperate for approval, and is only pretending not to care.
If an artist who is a woman has children and then slows or stops her output of work, she was probably never a real artist anyway, or at least the children have emptied her of her art. In most circumstances, a woman cannot be both a real artist and a good mother - she is either an irresponsible eccentric, ignoring her screaming children in a dirty house as she works, or she is a “mommy-artist,” creating shallow paeans to the beauty (and occasional charming trials) of mothering. A women who has either the privilege of wealth or an inordinately supportive family structure, however, is capable of being both a good mother and a real artist.
The real artist, not caring what anyone thinks, may make art that does not have a big intellectual or aesthetic project. The real artist loves the process of creation and the beauty of the product, which may result in pretty, popular, charming, and/or marketable art. As long as the art comes from internal drive rather than as a calculated reaction to cultural and market forces, the person is a real artist.
A real artist is anyone who creates real art. Real art is what a real artist creates. Because art negotiates the borderlands between fact and fiction, reality in the context of the artist is entirely a matter of semantics.
The real artist is always right on the edge of sanity. The real artist lives in a different world than everyone else - more intense, more brilliant. Often profoundly depressed or anxious, the real artist would be blunted without feeling the depth of these emotions. For long periods of time, the real artist might be too depressed to create any art. These periods are, however, absolutely essential for the real artist, providing an emotional depth that the subsequent art would otherwise lack.
If an artist who is a man has children, the failure to structure his life such that his family does not interfere with artwork demonstrates a clear lack of dedication. A man who is a real artist is probably single; if he were forced by the economic requirements of family to be either a breadwinner or a house husband it would fatally interfere with his art. A real artist must be free; a family is the antithesis, the absolute opposite of freedom for the real artist.
Some things that should definitely (not) be included in the category of real art: interior design, tweets, pop music, video games, instagram photos, horror movies, fashion design, comics, fan fiction, graphic design, young adult fantasy novels.
The real artist is willing to risk rejection to begin to make a career in art. The real artist may feel uncertain about a piece of art, but recognizes that this uncertainty is a part of making art, and that this feeling will probably remain forever, so it’s better to call the art “good enough” and begin trying to disseminate it rather than futilely trying to perfect it. The real artist doesn’t wait to create a masterpiece before looking for an audience, but instead knows that without at least the beginnings of an audience the creation of the masterpiece is less likely.
In this day and age, the real artist does not require long years of practice to master a craft. The traditions within craft have been pushed to their limits anyway, so mastering them would be regressive and unnecessary. The real artist focuses on conveying a point, which does not always require impeccable skill with a traditional artistic medium.
The real artist is highly historically and critically aware. Researching contexts and philosophies relevant to the art is an essential aspect of the real artist’s work, as well as maintaining a generally high level of intellectual education and cultural awareness. The real artist knows that art created in a vacuum is often closed-minded, redundant, or overly self-indulgent.
The real artist, understanding that art is part of the delicate human ecology encompassing birth, death, love, and loss, prioritizes close human relationships. The real artist with children will spend time teaching and playing with them, and will gain valuable insights from this time. A family can easily succeed with two real artists; what they might lack in financial security they will regain in fulfillment.
The real artist may try to work every day, but is actually at the mercy of the muse. The real artist carefully cultivates craft, but requires a bolt of inspiration to put that craft to good use. If overly physically fatigued, worried about money, emotionally exhausted, depressed, or distracted, the real artist finds it difficult or impossible to create art.
Real art is beautiful, and therefore the real artist only creates beautiful art. The definition of beauty is another matter.
Rock stations be like “We only do three things here, drink beer, watch sports, and play the hardest rock in the whole world, and if you don’t like it you can pull that tampon out of your vagina you girl” [plays Thunder by Imagine Dragons]
Alt stations be like “Tired of that tired pop station, welcome to your new alternative, where we only play the most left of the dial underground artists we can find” [plays Thunder by Imagine Dragons]
Throwback stations be like “We’re here to bring you all your favorite classics of decades past, doesn’t matter when, 70s, 80s, 90s, whatever takes you back to the days of old” [plays Thunder by Imagine Dragons]
This is basically a post for people who think that the world is accessible for those who are disabled, although this is centred around those who use a wheelchair.
And this doesn’t include when people park in disabled spaces without a badge, or question those who park in disabled spaces who don’t use a chair.
The first picture is of a disabled parking space, where the snow has been pushed into that space whilst people were clearing the car park. This also happens when snow ploughers push the snow to the side of the road and onto the pavement as it blocks the dipped down pavement where wheelchair users can get on/off of the pavement and most wheelchairs struggle to be able to push through the snow.
The second picture is of a lift/elevator in Boots a store in the UK, where there are baskets and cases in front of the lift, which block wheelchair users from using it and accessing other levels in the store.
The third picture is of a zebra crossing with a lowered pavement for wheelchair users, and there is an island in the middle with a normal height curb, which blocks wheelchair users, and it means they have to go around, along with having bollards near the entrance which don’t look wide enough to fit a wheelchair through.
The fourth picture is that of a ramp, which has a step in order to get onto the ramp. (I’m pretty sure they didn’t even try.)
The fifth picture is of a ramp with a tree in the middle, which doesn’t have enough room on either side for a wheelchair to get through.
The sixth picture is of a very very steep ramp, which even if you have someone pushing your chair you probably won’t be able to get up it!
The seventh picture is of a disabled parking space, which has a ramp leading to the entrance, which again has steps in order to access the ramp.
The eighth picture is of ‘disabled parking’, where non of the spaces have room to allow chairs to get out of the car, except at the back. They are just normal spaces where a blue sign has been placed in an attempt to make the parking ‘wheelchair accessible’.
The ninth picture is of a reception desk which is too high for wheelchair users to access, as they can’t be seen, due to the fact that they are smaller than the desk.
The final picture is of a ramp which only goes halfway up the curb, essentially meaning there is a step at the top of the ramp.
If anybody still thinks the world isn’t staked against those who are disabled, then I honestly worry about you.
I have seen more snow dumped in handicapped spots than I care to think about this year.
It’s gotten to the point where I will go into a business & ask them if they have a shovel. If they say yes, I ask who is going to clear a SAFE path for disabled patrons, lest they deal with a lawsuit for a slip & fall.