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crystabellaarts

Testing out ohuhu markers on a drawing from 2016

They’re my secret base trio

pusheen

blupoh

writing a garbage essay feels like you’re the cow who gave birth to the two headed calf. in the morning, my professor will wrap him in newspaper and dissect him on a cold operating table. but here he is alive, under the pale glow of my computer screen. he is beautiful. there are twice as many logical fallacies as usual.

blupoh

YOU ARE WRITING LIFE!!!!

thedreadvampy

you gotta be able to say "die"

you gotta be able to say "suicide"

you gotta be able to talk about "sex"

they're uncomfortable topics, YEAH for SURE

because LIFE is uncomfortable. Death and suicide and sex and pain are straight up going to happen. not having words for the way it discomforts you doesn't make it more comfortable, it just makes you less able to reach out about it.

even more vital, you gotta be able to say words like "rape", "abuse", "queer" or "racist". cause we fought fucking hard to name those experiences. to identify "rape" as distinct from "sex" and "racism" as distinct from "acceptable behaviour" and "queer" as distinct from "invert"

like the function of communication is not to minimise immediate discomfort. we gotta be able to talk about stuff that's hard or sucks or causes difficult conversations.

backofthebookshelf

This is what's so goddamn terrifying about the Internet slowly collapsing into the same 3-5 websites--if Facebook deprioritizes you for saying "sex" and TikTok shadowbans you for saying "suicide" and Twitter X locks your account for saying "racism" we've lost a lot more than just the culture of the old weird internet

athenadark

Its not just that - there is a weird sanitastion of language surroundeding death

I grew up irish and irish women have one topic of conversation, recalling people they knew and saying how they died.

but it also meant the body coming home for people to say goodbye, so you'd have the coffin in the parlour and get shouted at for using it like a table

death was a thing you knew and lived with and around, my aunt died recently and she was buried in England, so she went to a chapel of rest and it felt strange, the undertakers talked about how she had passed, she had gone, it was a loss and they skirted around the word dead

and the chapel of rest was so different from the coffin being wedged into a 2 uo 2 down under the window and the room full of people eating and drinking and sharing memories, it was cold and empty

its no wonder advertisers dislike us talking about death, its an inevitability we push into quiet buildings you don't want to go near, , when even without possble ad revenue we don't say the word dead

wordyshit

what is something you hate about the way that badass/strong women are usually written?

constant quipping

too overcompetant/perfect

too straight

too white

not allowed to form bonds/relationships with other women

"I grew up around 7 brothers"

wearing heels/anything that would be uncomfortable to fight in

" showing emotions make you weak"

the whole femme fatale thing

other (please put in tags)

Voting ended onDec 21, 2023

Just doing this bc I'm curious/research reasons

emerythequeerwitchbitch

Other there not actually strong women there just unnecessarily cruel. It reads as very sexist. You can be strong and still be kind.

emerythequeerwitchbitch

Oh another thing this cruelty is amplified even more if the character is anything but a cisgender, straight, white, able bodied, neurotypical, Christian, woman. It’s yucky.

assdevourer

ya’ll support nonbinary people right up until they use any label other than “nonbinary” or any pronouns other than “they/them” lol

assdevourer

xe/xem fae/fem etc pronouns and xenogenders are not a threat or an insult to anybody, i promise.

jaspertheshark

see also: nb people are allowed to use she/her and he/him and theyre all still nonbinary and not hurting anyone

who-canceled-roger-rabbit

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

sqbr

Everyone is bigender. They take turns being the one woman.

marinebiologyshitposts

wordyshit

what is something you hate about the way that badass/strong women are usually written?

constant quipping

too overcompetant/perfect

too straight

too white

not allowed to form bonds/relationships with other women

"I grew up around 7 brothers"

wearing heels/anything that would be uncomfortable to fight in

" showing emotions make you weak"

the whole femme fatale thing

other (please put in tags)

Voting ended onDec 21, 2023

Just doing this bc I'm curious/research reasons

emerythequeerwitchbitch

Other there not actually strong women there just unnecessarily cruel. It reads as very sexist. You can be strong and still be kind.

disteal

shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode

tastefullyoffensive

nowyoukno

fangirling-so-hard-rn

Crows are scary They

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q)

doctormemelordmd

Yeah but have you seen this

stultiloquentia

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

warwyrd-deactivated20170724

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

reallymisscoffee

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

ruggie-bucchis

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

avianawareness

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.

odpixel

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

lilith-knight

Best birbs !!

221cbakerstreet

your son is Beautiful and Strong

solitarelee

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

betheothergirl-deactivated20180

Like, I wouldn’t want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they aren’t scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.

As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater.

blackwoolncrown

!!!!

birbiebabies

I don’t think I’ll ever not reblog this. This posts makes me cry and smile at the same time.

gaymerlvl-pharmercy

He’s so handsome!!

witchofthegermanforest

I would trust a crow with my life

tea-leaves-and-cheeze

This is your regularly scheduled crow appreciation post

varangianviper

I love crows!

chablemisspell

moral of the story: crows my beloved?

void-and-vortex

@spef

mysharona1987

scholarlyapproach

DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO CEREAL!!!

Listen in the past the poor have had to improvise cheap food the rich never wanted as a means to survive. And over the many years of innovation made the food taste good until eventually the rich where like: “Oh hay you actually like that garbage? Why on earth would you like it?” Then they try it, love it, start buying it, and then drive the price up so much it becomes a luxury good.

They do this and its devastating, the food typically never becomes affordable again. It don’t matter how cheap the foo dis to produce, it doesn’t matter if there is almost no meat on the bone or its super difficult to eat and messy. Once the poor discover how to make some bit of cheap food taste good, the rich take it away via driving the price of it up.

THEY DID THIS TO RIBS.

Ribs were garage meat. Just look at them, there is hardly any meat on the bone, you have to eat them by hand usually, and they are messy. They where an undesirable cheap source of junk meat. But the poor being the poor made them taste good. (Because they don’t have much to choose from.) The rich discovered the meals the poor made with them and decided they liked ribs too. People discovered they could sell a few ribs to rich people and make way more money then selling lots of ribs to poor people and the price was driven up.

DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO CEREAL!!!

askmace

They did the same to brisket. You used to be able to get brisket for less than a dollar a pound, which meant you could get a twenty pound brisket fairly cheaply. And then you smoked it, sliced it, and had meat for weeks if not a full month. And it was tasty. I grew up eating brisket at least once a month because my family could afford it.

It was a cheap meat because no rich person looks at the dangly part of the neck of a cow and goes ‘ooh, that looks tasty!’.

But then Food Network started showcasing things like barbecued brisket. Rich people started showing up at places that weren’t just Rib Crib to get their barbeque. And the price of brisket went up. A lot.

I regularly see it for over five dollars a pound in stores now. And while yeah, that might not seem like a lot when you’re talking only a pound or two of meat, brisket is normally sold in ten to twenty pound sizes. It’s become completely unaffordable to the people that made it delicious.

Sushi used to be really cheap, too, until it became ‘trendy’. Guess why you’re now paying twelve dollars for your order of California rolls? Because rich people discovered something that poor people had been eating for ages.

Noticed the prices of fajita meat, chicken thighs, or ham hocks has gone up recently? You guessed it. Rich people are taking our food and now we’re scrambling to afford the things that we grew up eating.

auroraluciferi

Lobster is a perfect example of this phenomenon. For hundreds of years, lobster was regarded as a sort of insect larvae from the depth of the sea. It had zero appeal as a “luxury food” until people living in NY and Boston developed a taste for it. Before the 19th century, it was considered a “poverty food” or used as fertilizer and bait - some household servants specified in employment agreements that they would not eat lobster more than twice a week. It was also commonly served at prisons, which tells you something about prison food.

Only by cleverly marketing lobster as an indulgence for the privileged made it cost so much. It became a vehicle for enormous profit spawning a multi-billion dollar global industry in the process. This mythical affection for lobster flesh - not its practical value in terms of taste, nutrition, or any other reasonable consideration - drives its value.

blackwitchmagicwoman-deactivate

LMAO. Wait.

thegrimmlovely

Anyone else’s eye twitchin?

strongorcbutch-deactivated20220

Food gentrification is a long standing practice and it’s some of the most evil shit I can think of. It’s why I refuse for example as someone living in the US to buy things with Quinoa in them. It is specifically pricing an indigenous population out of their prime staple food. It’s a horrific invasion of one of the final requirements of staying alive.

shitonthesewallsray

notourz

athenadark

Oysters were another too poor to be eaten food, they were almost a waste product of the river pearl industry and were sold in London as cheap as it got, in the winter months oysters were one of the main sources of protein in workhouses. Now they’re a “delicacy”

dr-archeville

Same thing’s happened to bacon over the past 15, 20 years or so.

andro-djinni-of-the-lamp

This has happened to ox tails in a major way. Butchers used to throw ox tails out but over the course of the last decade after being featured on food network (Another food outlet originally for free public education that was progressively encroached on by celebrities but a story for another time) the price has skyrocketed to to nearly $10 a pound. For meat they used to throw away because it’s been revamped and brought to the culinary eye with a new gaze, I hate it here.

lenacraft

I grew up eating oxtail. I swear it was like the cheapest thing you could buy. Like ribs, there’s barely any meat on it.

knifenymph

girls deserve to feel comfortable existing in their body in every way. girls deserve to not be sexualized just for existing. girls deserve to feel safe in the body theyre in. girls deserve to feel beautiful in their most natural states. girls deserve to exist and take up space