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pixel art can be so surreal because the really good stuff can sometimes just look like a really low res photo
really fond of humans just from an appearance standpoint. the long legs. the manes of hair that can come in practically any colour and texture. those crazy high-contrast eyes with the white scleras and colourful irises. the fingers being so much longer than the toes. there's a lot to love. solid 10/10 animal species
hey there just out of curiosity are you not human, too?
hilariously enough, I am probably the most human out of anyone on this entire site. earlier today I was posting about getting "species euphoria" from doing human activities like ecosystem management. I'm the worlds first therian to have a kintype that aligns with his biological species. shirt that says "I ❤️ being a sapient omnivorous primate & bipedal persistence predator" on the front and booty shorts that say "largest gluteal muscles to body size ratio on the planet"
its not funny but i do think about it a lot
This made me think about this panel from Calvin and Hobbes:
But unlike the adult in this strip, Calvin’s dad actually APOLOGIZED for yelling at him when he saw how guilty his kid was:
I love that thing when people get a little bit tongue-tied and garble what they’re trying to say so they make a little “blegh” 👅 noise and start over. verbal reset button. hitting the top of the tv to unscramble the signal
IT’S MARCH
Uh… It’s still May…
It’s august
when the ptsd triggers keep hitting and you ascend from “my body isn’t mine” into the super duper dissociation, “do i even exist?”
Isn't it funny when
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Did you see that? What the fuck.
UGLY NAZI
Honestly, y'all, I'm begging you. Take the time to think and learn for yourself. Even if it's just something casual like knitting or cooking. Exercise your brain. It's important.
This made me think of this one Star Trek TNG episode, When the Bough Breaks.
The people of Aldea have been cared for by a supercomputer they call The Custodian for centuries. It provides everything they need, cares for them when they’re sick, feeds and clothes them etc. All the Aldean people need to do is pursue whatever artistic hobbies they feel like. (They don’t even really do that with any true skill, either. They have tools that allow them to bypass the learning and skill development stages and just instantly be experts at everything they do or try. Which honestly sounds like it would get super boring after like ten minutes. They’re basically living in godmode 24/7.)
Anyways, they get to a point where they realize their bodies can’t reproduce anymore, and it’s been about 20 or so years since any baby was born on their planet. So they SOS call the Enterprise to come help them and ask for their kids. The Aldean’s reasoning is “well we can’t have kids anymore, but you guys can, so give us all your kids and you can just make some more!” Which of course is shot down immediately by Picard.
So, the Aldeans, used to getting everything they want, whenever they want, simply transport all the ships kids down to their planet and throw up a shield so they can’t be transported back. Picard is like “WTF” and the Aldeans are like “it’s fine, we’ll love them like our own! Go away now please”
Anyways, while Wesley is trying to figure out how to play hostage negotiator and also keep the kids spirits up, he gets introduced to The Custodian. He asks the old woman who wants to be his new mommy “how does the custodian work? What’s its main power source?” And Grandma Mommy rolls her eyes and says “Wesley, the Custodian takes care of all our needs. It always has. Why does it matter how it works?” Wesley responds “well, what if it breaks?” and Grandma Mommy kind of shrugs and says “well it’s never broken before”
And we realize that this whole race of people’s entire existence hinges on a massive AI that’s slowly running out of power, and nobody on the planet has any clue that there’s even anything wrong, let alone how to repair it. They’re just floating through space living like a bunch of spoiled toddlers. If the Custodian shut down, none of them would even know how to tie their space shoelaces, let alone cook a meal or grow crops or find clean drinking water or build a shelter.
So, yeah. Use those brains, kids. Learn skills you can use. The computers might break someday.
Go to a furry convention dressed as an 18th century fur trapper. Longrifle, jawtraps, chains, fur hat, big coat made of sewn-together pelts of different polyester neons...
Man. You get it. :^)
God will see you at the lowest point of your life, and say "what the fuck I thought I killed that thing." But you skitter too fast and you are too creepy.