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theyre fighting a god in the morning
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I love hollow knight, so I had to draw the bois. Made em both today, but ghost came out quicker cuz gradient map.
Tapestries and frescoes [some old artworks]
Did some sketchbook animations during dokomi! The first horse didnt feel completely right, so i did some soul searching on how horses "roll" through canter, and it turned out much better!
@leapdayowo made me think of you and your work!
I think one of the most profound forms of love is "I'll try that, for you. I may not like it, but I'll try it."
It's a confused middle-aged man in a pottery class, whose daughter is helping him with his clay's plasticity. It's a kid scrunching up their brow while listening to their mom's favorite music, trying to figure out why she likes it. It's a girlfriend who says "Yes, I'll go with you" and her girlfriend cheering and buying a second ticket for a con. It's a friend half dragging another friend through an aquarium, the one being dragged laughing and calling out "Wait, wait, I know we're here for the exhibit, but I haven't been here! Slow down!"
It's being willing to spend some of your time trying something new because it makes someone you love happy.
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how the hell do i talk to people
Stand in front of them and press A
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The Marvellous Cackle Crank the automaton jester belongs to @gooseofthevoid
I love Cackle Crank's design so much, I hope I've done them justice!
Turns out the gods we thought were dying were just sharpening their blades Have you been waiting long for me?
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Finally getting some time to draw again! This was supposed to be a warmup drawing but ended up taking me nearly 12 hours to finish it đ€Ą
why are british people always so mad when people make jokes about their accents. sorry you say yewchube. itâs funny though innit
This is something Iâve been dying to talk about.
Thereâs something called culture. People (especially USAmericans) think of culture as cultural dress, cultural food, cultural music. These are culture, but they are only the very superficial aspects of it. Like the icing on your cake. Far more deep rooted is the more meaty bits of culture: the attitudes, the ideas, the taboos.
Thereâs a guy on tiktok who has done a series that shows this very well, of Germans Vs Irish. In one video the German offers the Irish person two kinds of tea, green or black. The Irish person keeps putting off the choice with things like âOh sure whatever is easiestâ, âWhich have you more of?â and, âAh sure I donât want to cause a fussâ whereas the German just wants a straight answer. This is a cultural difference of politeness.
Here in the UK, accents mark your class very openly. They let everyone know where youâre from (though this has become less pronounced in the last 50 years,) and what your background is. A lot of people (especially northerners, but also a fair contingent of working class southerners) face discrimination on the basis of their accents.
Some of us (myself included) even change register (though I believe USAmericans call it code switching) in and out of our regional accent and a close approximation of RP. We learn to do it because it makes us seem more intelligent (even though it shouldnât) and helps us be taken more seriously.
Thus, our country carries a lot of baggage when it comes to accents. Especially those of the working class who have had their accents made fun of, or have faced discrimination based on it.
So when someone outside the country (usually USAmericans) makes fun of our accents theyâre stepping on a lot of cultural taboos and boundaries. Especially because the âItâs Chewsday, gonnae wot-ch sum yewchube innitâ is a working class accent.
Now, thatâs not to say we canât take a joke, but this is the kind of joke you share with someone who you have been friends with for a while. My boyfriend often will pick up on the way I say certain words, in much the same fashion I pick up on his idiosyncrasies of speech (English isnât his first language so he says stuff like close the lights, which is adorable.) If we arenât predisposed to liking you, then the joke youâre trying to make is more like an insult.
The way I like to think of it is if you were in a pub, and made those sorts of jokes to someone. If they knew you, and they liked you, theyâd probably laugh along. If they didnât like you or know you, they would punch you in the jaw.
HOWEVER: I recognise this post as a joke. I donât personally find these jokes offensive, but then no one really makes fun of me or considers me stupid because of my accent.
Oh that actually makes a lot of sense! Itâs like how itâs assumed in media that the southeastern Appalachian (âhickâ or âredneckâ) accent is audible shorthand for âthis American character is stupid.â That sentiment reinforces negative stereotypes about that region which has historically been home to a large working class population that has suffered from an underfunded education system and other systematic abuses. It is ultimately an underhanded joke, but not everyone from America (or even the region necessarily) considers it to be offensive despite its classist nature.
yes, thatâs basically it! it grinds my gears when certain Very Online Americans will quite rightly say that europeans have no right to mock the usâ lack of healthcare/gun control and working-class accentsâŠbut then turn around and act like working-class british accents and foods are hilarious and should be mocked âbc of colonialism and the bp oil spillâ as though all british people are directly responsible for the oil spill. and then some of them conveniently forget that there are in fact british people of colour - in the wake of brexit, a smug american blog defended saying that british people upset by the referendum were getting âkarmaâ for the british empire, even when british poc pointed out that they were the ones most likely to be negatively affected by brexit, by saying âobviously i donât mean youâ, to which said british poc responded âTHEN WHY DID YOU SAY BRITISH PEOPLEâ
The hatred, by the privileged of England, towards Scotland and any Scottish accent was so pervasive that my mother wouldnât let my brother and I develop a Scottish accent. She was born in Jamaica but her family moved to London when she was 11. She moved to Scotland when she was pregnant with me. Both my brother and I were born in Scotland and spent out entire childhood there. Mum was adamant that neither of us would have the local accent. It was âcommonâ and âlow classâ and âwould hinder us in the futureâ. She used to fine us half our pocket money if we used any Scottish slang or said anything in a Scottish accent. I got bullied at school for having a âposh English accentâ but she thought my job prospects were more important than a modicum of happiness at school. My outsider status was doubled by that. I was brown and âEnglishâ.
Even now, after decades in Scotland, I still donât sound Scottish. The English hear a slight lilt but that disappears as soon as I spend any time with them.
I feel alienated on two fronts now, skin colour and accent. And one of those was avoidable if it hadnât been for the prejudice against against perceived lower class accents. Even in Jamaica Mum learnt to speak in an English accent like the white girls at her school. She could switch between the two. Jamaican with her parents, posh English everywhere else. Why couldnât I have had that?
The fact that a lot of regional actors are expected to code-switch their accent patterns the a kind of neutral English accent in Britain shows how pervasive the classism is.
When Christopher Eccleston was cast as the Doctor in Doctor Who, people were surprised that he used his own northern accent, instead of performing with an accent like every Doctor before him. That was only 15-ish years ago.
Even now, this still happens - James McAvoy made a very vocal protest a couple of years back about a critic who complained about the use of Scots accents and only applauded the âplummy Englishâ accent of one character in a play.
Regional and working class accents were used as joke accents for decades in British media. Look up old broadcasts and notice how many people only speak RP English (ie. the formal pronunciation that smacks of elocution lessons and enunciation). As media accessibility and productions expanded, there have been more regional accents showing up, but itâs still a big problem.
Putsimply when you mock âinnitâ youâre mocking poor people and often people of colour. Boris Johnson doesnât say âinnit bruvâ.
I would like to add that there was a study by the Worcester College that found that people talking with a Birmingham accent were twice as likely to be accused of a crime as people who speak RP. Accents carry huge baggage in Britain.
I know Americans with southern/rural accents who donât even talk all that much because people have mocked their accents so much theyâre scared of anyone knowing they have them. Americans honestly should know better, this shit is NOT unique to the UK, I canât even say I like country music without some people here assuming Iâm racist, we are NOT exempt from treating accents like a joke or proof someone is an idiot or bigot. Texas, Appalachian, Louisiana, hell even Midwestern accents are seen as a joke first and worthy of respect and understanding never. Itâs honestly obnoxious as hell and hearing Americans mock accents from other countries and act like they donât do the exact same thing to poor and rural people here based on how they talk is so fucking hypocritical it makes my blood boil.
Accents are not a mark of intelligence or anything else immutable about a personâs character, theyâre just cultural things that are all worthy of respect. No one should have to be afraid of speaking the way they were raised to, it doesnât say anything about who they are as a person and even here in the US we could all stand to leave each other the hell alone about it.
There is a species of butterfly that lives in the mountains.
When it hatches as a caterpillar, it lowers itself to the ground on a strand of silk, and then produces a chemical that smells like the larvae of ants. An ant eventually discovers it, lured by the scent, and brings it back to the anthill, where it is cared for by the colony until it pupates. After a few weeks, the adult butterfly crawls back up through the anthill, through the dirt and the winding tunnels, and out into the sunlight before it can finally open its wings.
Some say that the caterpillar âtricksâ the ants into doing this. I donât know if I agree â I think itâs too small a thing to accuse of guile, donât you?
With this in mind: Once upon a time, there were seven dwarves.
They lived and worked in the mountains, mining for gold and jewels and precious things. And one night, after a long dayâs labour, they heard a knocking at the great stone doors of their mountain.
Outside, shivering and small, they found a human child.
Iâm sure you can guess most of what she told them. Stepmothers were involved â itâs not important. Whatâs important was that each of the dwarves felt a dire and pressing need to care for the child, and they took her into their home, fed her, clothed her, and gave her a warm bed to sleep in. And many seasons passed around that mountain, with the dwarves raising the child as one of their own, until one autumnâs day.
The girl laid, slender and still, in a coffin of spun glass. And some weeks later, one of the dwarves had the idea to call for a prince. This was of course the sensible thing to do, and the prince of a nearby kingdom who listened to the story thought an ensorcelled girl would be a grand thing to rescue.
Poor devils. It feels cruel to judge them. But there were so many questions they couldâve asked â what was this stepmotherâs name? Was she real? Did she exist? Who had made the glass coffin? Surely one of them mustâve thought of the question. And why did it grow more opaque with every passing day?
Were they wrong to trust?
I guess it doesnât matter now.
The moment the prince stepped into the subterranean chamber with the glass coffin, it shivered with a twinkling, plinking noise. Threads of glass exploded into glittering, razor-edged confetti.
A claw split the great glass cocoon.
The thing that spilled out of it, hulking and huge, knew in the fog of its mind, in a base animal sense that screamed, that it was in a room too small for it to fit. It wanted up. It wanted out.
In front of it was some twiggy little thing holding a sword.
It took its first breath.
The flames were the colour of cornflowers.
The dwarves fled. The thing followed close behind, up, up, up through the stone and the winding tunnels, not to chase, not to hunt, but to get up, to get out, out, outâ
It struck the great stone doors at a run. They crumbled like gingerbread. And then there was sunlight, and the open skyâŠ
And it could finally open its wings.
Convergent evolution is a hell of a thing.
The dragon, of course, lived happily ever after with its loot of gold and jewels from a hastily abandoned dwarf mine. Being much bigger than a caterpillar, we could accuse it of tricking the dwarves who were kind to it, had taken it in, had fed and clothed and warmed it.
It probably wouldn't mind.
A redesign of the Spinosaurus trio from Jurassic World Rebirth! I really don't like the design, I think it could've been so much better, especially when it comes to the colors and patterns
First one is based on a previous redesign that I don't think I have posted here. Second one is loosely based on a recent poster where it appears more green. And the last one is based on old design seen in merch
In a coat of gold or a coat of red A lion still has claws Mine are long and sharp, my lord As long and sharp as yours