It's never not funny how you attract American flag-shaggers in this supposedly leftist website
I wouldn’t say Tumblr’s leftist with the amount of actual Nazis I’ve ran into. But yeah, very American-centric and very thin-skinned.

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It's never not funny how you attract American flag-shaggers in this supposedly leftist website
I wouldn’t say Tumblr’s leftist with the amount of actual Nazis I’ve ran into. But yeah, very American-centric and very thin-skinned.
no animal was harmed during the making of this video. not one. for the few minutes that we were shooting film, the guns of each hunter fell silent. the industrial bolt throwers observed a moment's peace and the jaws of every predator hung softly open. no fish bit any hook and the bait worms held off on drowning only until the cameras stopped. the tails of ruminants ceased to flick just as their attendant flies, in unison, landed on their flanks to catch their tiny breaths. a spider instantly stopped winding silk around a wasp, patiently waiting for the caesura to end. a young veterinarian paused with the syringe in their hand. somewhere, a colicky baby stopped biting its mother's nipple and nursed happily for the very first time. we're sorry. we're sorry it couldn't have been longer. we didn't know this would happen.
i think after 35k notes of people tagging welcome to night vale, which i'm certain is good but which i've never listened to more than maybe 3 minutes of, i can say now that this was not written with a soothing radio voice in mind. the voice here, in my imagining, is grief-stricken, on the verge of tears.
if you're interested to know what this post IS biting, if it is not biting WTNV, it's basically just a conflation of the key descriptive passage in Jorge Luis Borges' short story El Aleph with my favorite passage from Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse V (the war movie that plays in reverse), plus a little piece of imagery borrowed from the staggeringly brilliant and tragically underappreciated poet Cornelius Eady, specifically the bit about the flies, which is lifted in part from my favorite image in his poem "Victims of the Latest Dance Craze." if you aren't familiar with any one of these, please consider this my recommendation of all three.
Works Cited:
"On the back part of the step, toward the right, I saw a small iridescent sphere of almost unbearable brilliance. At first I thought it was revolving; then I realised that this movement was an illusion created by the dizzying world it bounded. The Aleph’s diameter was probably little more than an inch, but all space was there, actual and undiminished. Each thing (a mirror’s face, let us say) was infinite things, since I distinctly saw it from every angle of the universe. I saw the teeming sea; I saw daybreak and nightfall; I saw the multitudes of America; I saw a silvery cobweb in the center of a black pyramid; I saw a splintered labyrinth (it was London); I saw, close up, unending eyes watching themselves in me as in a mirror; I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me; I saw in a backyard of Soler Street the same tiles that thirty years before I’d seen in the entrance of a house in Fray Bentos; I saw bunches of grapes, snow, tobacco, lodes of metal, steam; I saw convex equatorial deserts and each one of their grains of sand; I saw a woman in Inverness whom I shall never forget; I saw her tangled hair, her tall figure, I saw the cancer in her breast; I saw a ring of baked mud in a sidewalk, where before there had been a tree; I saw a summer house in Adrogué and a copy of the first English translation of Pliny—Philemon Holland’s—and all at the same time saw each letter on each page (as a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight); I saw a sunset in Querétaro that seemed to reflect the colour of a rose in Bengal; I saw my empty bedroom; I saw in a closet in Alkmaar a terrestrial globe between two mirrors that multiplied it endlessly; I saw horses with flowing manes on a shore of the Caspian Sea at dawn; I saw the delicate bone structure of a hand; I saw the survivors of a battle sending out picture postcards; I saw in a showcase in Mirzapur a pack of Spanish playing cards; I saw the slanting shadows of ferns on a greenhouse floor; I saw tigers, pistons, bison, tides, and armies; I saw all the ants on the planet; I saw a Persian astrolabe; I saw in the drawer of a writing table (and the handwriting made me tremble) unbelievable, obscene, detailed letters, which Beatriz had written to Carlos Argentino; I saw a monument I worshipped in the Chacarita cemetery; I saw the rotted dust and bones that had once deliciously been Beatriz Viterbo; I saw the circulation of my own dark blood; I saw the coupling of love and the modification of death; I saw the Aleph from every point and angle, and in the Aleph I saw the earth and in the earth the Aleph and in the Aleph the earth; I saw my own face and my own bowels; I saw your face; and I felt dizzy and wept, for my eyes had seen that secret and conjectured object whose name is common to all men but which no man has looked upon—the unimaginable universe.
I felt infinite wonder, infinite pity."
— excerpt from El Aleph by Jorge Luis Borges, transl. Norman Thomas Di Giovanni in collaboration with the author
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"It was a movie about American bombers in the Second World War and the gallant men who flew them. Seen backwards by Billy, the story went like this:
American planes, full of holes and wounded men and corpses took off backwards from an airfield in England. Over France, a few German fighter planes flew at them backwards, sucked bullets and shell fragments from some of the planes and crewmen. They did the same for wrecked American bombers on the ground, and those planes flew up backwards to join the formation.
The formation flew backwards over a German city that was in flames. The bombers opened their bomb bay doors, exerted a miraculous magnetism which shrunk the fires, gathered them into cylindrical steel containers, and lifted the containers into the bellies of the planes. The containers were stored neatly in racks. The Germans below had miraculous devices of their own, which were long steel tubes. They used them to suck more fragments from the crewmen and planes. But there were still a few wounded Americans, though, and some of the bombers were in bad repair. Over France, though, German fighters came up again, made everything and everybody as good as new.
When the bombers got back to their base, the steel cylinders were taken from the racks and shipped back to the United States of America, where factories were operating night and day, dismantling the cylinders, separating the dangerous contents into minerals. Touchingly, it was mainly women who did this work. The minerals were then shipped to specialists in remote areas. It was their business to put them into the ground, to hide them cleverly, so they would never hurt anybody again."
— excerpt from Slaughterhouse V by Kurt Vonnegut
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"From the air,
Insects drawn by the sweat
Alight, when possible,
On the blur
Of torsos.
It is the ride
Of their tiny lives.
The wind that burns their wings,
The heaving, oblivious flesh,
Mountains stuffed with panic,
An ocean
That can’t make up its mind.
They drop away
With the scorched taste
Of vertigo."
— excerpt from "Victims of the Latest Dance Craze" by Cornelius Eady
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"Lazarus, listen, we have things to tell you.
We killed the sheep you meant to take to market.
We couldn't keep the old dog either.
He minded you; the rest of us he barked at.
Rebecca, who cried two days, has given her hand to the sandalmaker's son.
Please understand – we didn't know that Jesus could do this.
We're glad you're back. But give us time to think.
Imagine our surprise to have you—not well, but weller.
I'm sorry but you do stink. Everyone please give us some air.
We want to say we're sorry for all of that.
And one thing more. We threw away the lyre.
But listen, we'll pay whatever the sheep was worth.
The dog, too. And put your room the way it was before."
— "Adjusting to the Light" by Miller Williams
holy fucken shit
When I read it I imagined it being said by Werner Herzog.
Happy Halloween everynyan :3
I couldn’t resist
I knew exactly what I was in for but that didn’t stop me from absolutely losing it
star wars heritage post
Cheese Shop: I’m, a-fraid we’re fresh out of red Leicester, sir.
Oh, never mind, how are you on Tilsit?
I’m afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir, we get it fresh on Monday.
Tish tish. No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please.
Ah! It’s beeeen on order, sir, for two weeks. Was expecting it this morning.
‘T’s Not my lucky day, is it? Aah, Bel Paese?
Sorry, sir.
Red Windsor?
Normally, sir, yes. Today the van broke down.
Ah. Stilton?
Sorry.
Ementhal? Gruyere?
No.
Any Norweigan Jarlsburg, per chance.
No.
Lipta?
No.
Lancashire?
No.
White Stilton?
No.
Danish Blue?
No.
Double Goucester?
No.
Cheshire?
No.
Dorset Blue Vinney?
No.
Brie, Roquefort, Pol le Veq, Port Salut, Savoy Aire, Saint Paulin, Carrier de lest, Bres Bleu, Bruson?
No.
Camenbert, perhaps?
Ah! We have Camenbert, yessir.
You do! Excellent.
Yessir. It’s..ah,…..it’s a bit runny…
Oh, I like it runny.
Well, as a matter of fact, It’s very runny, actually, sir.
No matter. No matter. Hand over le fromage de la Belle France qui s'apelle Camembert, s'il vous plaît
I…think it’s a bit runnier than you’ll like it, sir.
I don’t care how excrementally runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.
Oooooooooohhh……..!
What now?
The cat’s eaten it.
Has he.
She, sir.
Gouda?
No.
Edam?
No.
Case Ness?
No.
Smoked Austrian?
No.
Sage Darby?
No, sir.
You…do have some cheese, don’t you?
Of course, sir. It’s a cheese shop, sir. We’ve got–
No no… don’t tell me. I’m keen to guess.
Fair enough.
Uuuuuh, Wensleydale.
Yes, sir.
Ah, well, I’ll have some of that!
Oh! I thought you were talking to me, sir. Mister Wensleydale, that’s my name.
Greek Feta?
Uh, not as such.
Uuh, Gorgonzola?
no
Parmesan
no
Mozarella
no
Pippo Crème
no
Danish Fynbo
no
Czechoslovakian sheep's milk cheese?
no
Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?
Not today, sir, no.
Aah, how about Cheddar?
Well, we don’t get much call for it around here, sir.
Not much call –It’s the single most popular cheese in the world!
Not ‘round here, sir.
And what IS the most popular cheese ‘round here?
Illchester, sir.
IS it.
Yes, sir. It's quite staggeringly popular in the manor, squire.
Is it?
It’s our number one best seller, sir!
I see. Uuh…Illchester, eh?
Right, sir.
All right. Okay. ‘Have you got any?’ he asked, expecting the answer ‘no’.
I’ll have a look, sir… nnnnnnnnnnnn...... err.....................nnnnnnnnnn.....No.
It’s not much of a cheese shop, is it?
Finest in the district, Sir!
And what leads you to that conclusion?
Well, it’s so clean, sir!
It’s certainly uncontaminated by cheese….
You haven’t asked me about Limburger, sir.
Is it worth it?
Could be….
Have you got any Limburger?
No.
No, that figures. It was pretty predictable, really. It was an act of purest optimism to pose the question in the first place. Tell me something, do you have any cheese at all?:
Yessir?
Now I'm going to ask you that question once more, and if you say 'no' I'm going to shoot you through the head. Now, do you have any cheese at all?
No
What a senseless waste of human life.
RIP H
you can tell i'm feeling down rn because i'm not even excited for 9/11 this year. it's like all of the magic has gone out of the holiday
what we really need this year to bring the magic back is a good old-fashioned 9/11 miracle
A 9/11 eve miracle!
And the shooter exclaimed, as they sped out of sight;
“Happy 9/10 to all, and to all a good night!”
video game with an arachnophobia setting that removes all the spiders and an arachnophilia setting that puts all the spiders in lingerie
Horse figure of the day: Lisa Larson Centaur
I was tagged by @moringottocake to post 6 pics (not selfies) from my camera roll and tag 6 people to do the same. Thanks so much for the tag!! :D <33
Absolutely no pressure tagging: @my-deer-legolas @lyragoth @queerofthedagger @starshadeemilyart @annarobots @crypticcuntking and anyone else who would like to participate :)
Thank you for tagging me @ulmondil! I’m tagging @peasant-player @erendur @starsofarda @antlered-vixen @curufiin @melestasflight to share 6 photos from your camera roll and tag 6 people (no pressure!!)
no one said what kind of photos specifically so here’s six pictures of my ex-bird (as in i don’t live with him anymore sadly 😔 he’s still alive and well afaik)
tagging: @incendiak @curseofpinkamina @maironsbigboobs @nighttimepatrons @jeremiahuzai @kitwilsonsass
thank you for the tag archi, here are some plane pics from flying home.
tagging :) @lordbrezel @lordgrimwing @shrikeseams @beatles4ever65 @wanderingbasilisk @myceliumelium
oooh, birb AND plane AND @maironsbigboobs's prized keychains! ✨️
Please enjoy: a heap of fauxbubu, a nascent sourdough starter, my late uncle's Three Grace's replica that I finally got up on the wall, Phryne Sophia Underfoot, a sculpture of a fish with antlers, and a bee going about her business.
Tagging: @theblacknessdyer, @theawkwardarchaeologist, @risingmoonrevenge, @twofoursixohjuan, @jaz-the-bard, and @bioluminescent-fungus !
ooh that art wall is very nice
please enjoy the tangle of jewellery excavated from the stash of my 13yo self for a steampunk ball, my dreadful sketch of @mostlyonthefloor's bard having confusing emotions, a vaguely ominous bus, Western Wolves v. what I think is Raven Guard (ft. my mate Shaun in the hounskull with the halberd), the baby possum that attached itself to my brother and would not be removed, and the note that the lovely lady at the airport wrote on my armour bag
and I'll tag @mostlyonthefloor @absolutely-existing @thelastranger @goldenclasp @canofhappy and @august-is-a-dragon
thanks for the tag! excellent jewellery
first 3 photos are sorting out the pattern/details for a doll of my friend’s oc (commissioned! since they’re actually going to have it irl and the oc has Details), the 4th and 5th are wip photos of @sunflowers-and-scales’ oc katie (working on the head now, you can kind of see it in the background of the first few pics), and the 6th is a reading guide to brandon sanderson’s cosmere universe (another friend wants me to read it)
@mossonawindowsill @sxmply-chikinuggies @writingandwritten @sanqi37 @unquestionablyaduck @isilee @finleycannotdraw @freeisadotcom @frostseeker-draws @sing-me-sweetly-to-my-doom @minyard-05 @you-know-i-get-itt @codename-adler @bloodypoet @softmoonlightmelody @inafieldofstarflowers @furiousraven1 @denizenhardwick @tessasilverswan @catlady5001 @mikey-ways-sparkle-bass @reigningcrane @spraypaintstainonawhitestonewall @blondeandfivefeeteven @shelteringyourdna
Thank you for the tag! Everyone look at my cats now :3
White and grey is Jackson, orange is Toby, and grey is of course my Ellie <3
I will tag @happinessisntfun @regallibellbright @afurtivecake @composeregg @dykekarkat @an-aura-about-you
thank u for the tag!! this is actually good timing bcus i was just on vacay so i have some actually decent photos for once <3
first four photos are from a day trip to prague (mucha museum, strahov monastery, and the grotta), the stained glass is from salisbury cathedral, and the last is a piece in the ashmolean museum in oxford :)
no presh tagging @ceorl @kidspawn @kiwiaok @chickenbyday @liaisun @donghuamuqing and anyone else who wanta to join <3
Danke for the tag ^_^
Gonna tag @andreilscat @shoezuki (for kitties) and @structural-integrity :)
thanku. i tried SO HARD to not have this be All cats cuz apparently i. only take pics of my cats. so first 2 is cats but the rest is things i took pics of at work.
@istralius @arsonmurderandjaywalking @allinduetimethefirst @bruh-incoming if u guys wanna or not
Oooh thanks for the tag!
I too, will attempt to not fill it with cat pics
Pictured below you will find
Soup (snow fungus)
Soup (lemon chickpea)
Soup (ginger chicken soup)
Fat cat
Avocado toast
Drunk nachos.
Tagging @bl00dalchemist @creechurrr @bellatrixobsessed1 @dazaisflatass @lilflowerpot @maxknightley. No pressure tho!
Mr. Darcy jumpscare.
Yay thank you for the tag!!
@add-a-mint @mysteriouswolf @b33viemm @qstarhalo @ultra-raging-ghost
Ah! Ive been jumpscared :0
thanks for the tag :D tried to find some of my more interesting ones, so here we go! i think my personal favorite is the one of my cat reading the odyssey
anyways, @ace-of-rabbits @ratsinmamouf @garblegarden @fish211 @pepa16 @zetrif get tagged!!!!
BIRDS AND CATS AND BEAUTIFUL ART AND SUNSETS- how can I top this omg…
My crazy ass dogs and my fav sunset pic that’s how
@tinydragontoonz @pepa16 @karma-creations
Pretty wildlife and above the clouds :)
@owlfacenightkit @unexaltedonewhoisnotking @ammonitetheseaserpent @starbitchaos @dorkytoonz
(No pressure tags ofc)
Also wildlife! birds!
@alexcaninnit @chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic @cyberpunkboytoy @captaincleverusernamehere
I simply do not take aesthetic nature pictures apparently, but here are some fun ones :3
thank you for the tag!!
@b4si1wh0 @willowbeewilbur @apollos-constant-crisis @mysterypigeon @edettethegreat @zephyrbug
(gonna be honest if I tagged you and you don’t know who I am it’s bc I can’t think of six people to save my life and just wrote down a familiar url lmao)
thanks for the tag!
i do not take nice photos…but lets see
ok tagging @immortalclarareborn @overlord-of-chaos @confused-robot-cat @notbarbara-yetaxa @francescasgirl @my-capaldi-fueled-brainrot
Eep, tagged.
Lessee... @griffmeistergeneral, @fizzimus, @guilmongivesreallygoodbread, @shinybastiodon, @blogparanormalexpresso2stuff, uhm... and uh... the other one.
Okily Dokily!
(I tag you, the viewer! Muahahaha.)
One of my favorite realizations from biology is that like... every creature is your relative. You look at your sister or brother or your parents and you think "that's my family" and you look at uncles and second cousins and distant relations you've never met and think "well I don't know them as well, but we're all part of the same... clan, you know. They're my family too". Surely not everyone thinks this, but some people do. Well anyway, that same thing is true of your dog. The ants crawling on the ground. The birds in the sky. They are, literally, members of your extended family. Not merely as species but as individuals, the way each brother or cousin is an individual member of your family. There is no line between these things. My distant relation, this guy, this bug crawling around. I'm related to him. We're very different, we've lived different lives and are good at different things. But he's my family.
and im more closely related to raccoons than possums. And more closely related to possums than pigeons. And more closely related to pigeons than wasps. But all of us want my sandwich
Classic source of family drama.
You are also related to your sandwich
So wait are livestock guardian dogs to their flocks like… Clark Kent among the residents of Smallville? He’s been here since he was a baby, we all know him, and he’s… generally one-of-us shaped, uh, approximately. And then when something goes wrong he suddenly leaps into action and does some terrifying impossible shit none of us could do. And then comes back home and settles in like nothing happened and he’s one of us again.
Hmm.
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Actual answer: the sheep know the dogs are not sheep, and they also know the dog is protecting them and take their cues from the dog about whether they need to run for the barn or can just ignore anything scary that approaches.
However, a friend once had an extremely premature orphan lamb born in December who had to live in the house for a couple of months with leg braces and all that, who due to spending her lambhood with dogs instead of sheep came out of the whole experience convinced she was a livestock guardian dog! She would patrol the perimeter of the fields every evening with the actual dog, stand watch in the barn door at night like the dog, and was more than willing to throw down if she saw something scary coming towards the flock the way the guard dog did. Tragically orphaned lamb did a convincing job at being a guard dog without actually having any of the biological advantages a dog has over a sheep.
Which I suppose made her Sheep Batman.
Baatman
“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.”
Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon
I can’t stop thinking about this message, so I spent a while trying to isolate just the writing and make it transparent. I might order a shirt with it
Whoever in Clackamas wrote this message on their bus stop, I love you
[ if you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear. end caption ]
i can’t stop thinking about this message, so I spent a while trying to isolate just the map so people just trying to get around the goddam trimet can see where they’re going
#that is the most doesn't know what's going on looking dog in the world
I had an idea, and then I executed on said idea…