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Owen Gent (British, b. Exeter, England, based Bristol, South West, England) - An Unkindness, 2023, Personal work for an exhibition in Belfast.
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Spin this wheel of ~300 AO3 tags three times.
Congratulations! The 4th dimension exists and you are their FAVORITE blorbo. The tags you got are from the most popular, most influential fanfic starring you. How are you feeling?
this is the best possible outcome for me
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this is fine. i guess.
this is terrible actually
they're assassinating my character
i'm suing the fourth dimension
From Anthony Bourdain:
Americans love Mexican food. We consume nachos, tacos, burritos, tortas, enchiladas, tamales and anything resembling Mexican in enormous quantities. We love Mexican beverages, happily knocking back huge amounts of tequila, mezcal, and Mexican beer every year. We love Mexican peopleāwe sure employ a lot of them.
Despite our ridiculously hypocritical attitudes towards immigration, we demand that Mexicans cook a large percentage of the food we eat, grow the ingredients we need to make that food, clean our houses, mow our lawns, wash our dishes, and look after our children.
As any chef will tell you, our entire service economyāthe restaurant business as we know itāin most American cities, would collapse overnight without Mexican workers. Some, of course, like to claim that Mexicans are āstealing American jobs.ā
But in two decades as a chef and employer, I never had ONE American kid walk in my door and apply for a dishwashing job, a porterās positionāor even a job as a prep cook. Mexicans do much of the work in this country that Americans, probably, simply wonāt do.
We love Mexican drugs. Maybe not you personally, but āweā, as a nation, certainly consume titanic amounts of themāand go to extraordinary lengths and expense to acquire them. We love Mexican music, Mexican beaches, Mexican architecture, interior design, Mexican films.
So, why donāt we love Mexico?
We throw up our hands and shrug at what happens and what is happening just across the border. Maybe we are embarrassed. Mexico, after all, has always been there for us, to service our darkest needs and desires.
Whether itās dress up like fools and get passed-out drunk and sunburned on spring break in Cancun, throw pesos at strippers in Tijuana, or get toasted on Mexican drugs, we are seldom on our best behavior in Mexico. They have seen many of us at our worst. They know our darkest desires.
In the service of our appetites, we spend billions and billions of dollars each year on Mexican drugsāwhile at the same time spending billions and billions more trying to prevent those drugs from reaching us.
The effect on our society is everywhere to be seen. Whether itās kids nodding off and overdosing in small town Vermont, gang violence in L.A., burned out neighborhoods in Detroitāitās there to see.
What we donāt see, however, havenāt really noticed, and donāt seem to much care about, is the 80,000 dead in Mexico, just in the past few yearsāmostly innocent victims. Eighty thousand families whoāve been touched directly by the so-called āWar On Drugsā.
Mexico. Our brother from another mother. A country, with whom, like it or not, we are inexorably, deeply involved, in a close but often uncomfortable embrace.
Look at it. Itās beautiful. It has some of the most ravishingly beautiful beaches on earth. Mountains, desert, jungle. Beautiful colonial architecture, a tragic, elegant, violent, ludicrous, heroic, lamentable, heartbreaking history. Mexican wine country rivals Tuscany for gorgeousness.
It's archeological sitesāthe remnants of great empires, unrivaled anywhere. And as much as we think we know and love it, we have barely scratched the surface of what Mexican food really is. It is NOT melted cheese over tortilla chips. It is not simple, or easy. It is not simply ābro foodā at halftime.
It is in fact, oldāolder even than the great cuisines of Europe, and often deeply complex, refined, subtle, and sophisticated. A true mole sauce, for instance, can take DAYS to make, a balance of freshly (always fresh) ingredients painstakingly prepared by hand. It could be, should be, one of the most exciting cuisines on the planet, if we paid attention.
The old school cooks of Oaxaca make some of the more difficult and nuanced sauces in gastronomy. And some of the new generationāmany of whom have trained in the kitchens of America and Europeāhave returned home to take Mexican food to new and thrilling heights.
Itās a country I feel particularly attached to and grateful for. In nearly 30 years of cooking professionally, just about every time I walked into a new kitchen, it was a Mexican guy who looked after me, had my back, showed me what was what, and was thereāand on the caseāwhen the cooks like me, with backgrounds like mine, ran away to go skiing or surfing or simply flaked. I have been fortunate to track where some of those cooks come from, to go back home with them.
To small towns populated mostly by womenāwhere in the evening, families gather at the townās phone kiosk, waiting for calls from their husbands, sons and brothers who have left to work in our kitchens in the cities of the North.
I have been fortunate enough to see where that affinity for cooking comes from, to experience moms and grandmothers preparing many delicious things, with pride and real love, passing that food made by hand from their hands to mine.
In years of making television in Mexico, itās one of the places we, as a crew, are happiest when the dayās work is over. Weāll gather around a street stall and order soft tacos with fresh, bright, delicious salsas, drink cold Mexican beer, sip smoky mezcals, and listen with moist eyes to sentimental songs from street musicians. We will look around and remark, for the hundredth time, what an extraordinary place this is.
I think it was put 10 million years ago just for cats
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fun thing about herding and/or generally neurotic breeds: they are really good at following rules you have instituted, but they will also make their own Dog Rules they will follow stringently whether or not you like it
despite never being reprimanded for getting sick if my dog throws up she will ātattleā on herself and run over to me, show me the throw up, then hide and start shaking uncontrollably. nobody taught her to do this. she has decided that throwing up is a punishable offense until the end of time
my dog has decided that itās solely on her shoulders to ensure there is peace in my houseā¦if the cats fight she stands between them to ābreak it upā and/or herds them away, if my rats have an argument she goes to the cage door and barks until they stop. not sure why she has decided she must carry the weight of the world but she has
at the risk of sounding like a raving lunatic, i think one of my favorite trekkie memes/posts is that one where someone comments on a screenshot of tos and asks if sulu is texting, because it PERFECTLY encapsulates star trek's strange little place at the intersection of pop culture and the tech world:
like listen... 55+ years ago a bunch of actors had to use a mix of existing habits and wild imagination to come up with what they felt would be believable movements and muscle-memory for someone using completely unbelievable tech a few hundred years in the future. like tv had less than ten channels and the screen was a foot across, and they had to go "ok how would someone who's used to a tiny wireless gadget with a screen hold it and use it? how would they talk to a computer? how would the computer sound when she talked back?"
and over half a century later our own tech has surpassed the clunky retrofuture gizmos in so many ways, no doubt inspired by it, that now someone two decades into the 21st century sees an actor in the 60s holding some tiny rectangular plastic prop in both hands and immediately recognizes it as "oh, sulu's texting!" now THAT is a called shot. hell, that's putting your money on a roulette wheel in a casino that hasn't been built yet. i LOVE it. it's so star trek. sulu is absolutely texting.
Wonders why the air is so spicy?Ā
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Noooooo this doesn't sound fun :(
Not what I would have picked for myself, but... I'll make it work
Eh. Could be better, but could be a lot worse
Okay, I can work with this!
I WAS BORN TO PLAY THIS ROLE
So Iāve never actually watched The Princess Bride with closed captioning. All the copies I own/have owned didnāt come with that option. Well, itās on Disney+ now, and it DOES have captions. I decided to watch it tonight because apparently half of my coworkers havenāt seen it and that made me sad.
AND WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS APPARENTLY MISSING THINGS-
I now know ALL of Fezzikās rhymes from the boat.
I know exactly what fighting moves Westly and Inigo were saying in that EPIC fight.
I can understand what Fezzik is saying when they break into the castle (I love Andre the Giant, but his accent is so hard for me to decipher)
AND
Apparently I have missed something in the twenty years Iāve been watching this movie. When Inigo is drunk in the Thievesā Forest, a member of the Brute Squad comes around the corner of the building after Inigo proclaims this is where [heāll] stay, that he will not be moved.
āHo, there!ā he says.
Now. I always assumed Inigo just repeated the manās phrase.
Oh no. The closed captions read as follows:
āI do not budge. Keep your Joder.ā
Because heās a Spaniard, in the movie it is pronounced exactly like āHo, there.ā
THAT. IS. NOT. WHAT. THAT. MEANS.
Joder means fuck in Spanish.
So when the guy comes around the corner, I can only assume Inigoās sloshed brain just heard him shout āfuckā at him, and THAT is how he responded.
NO ONE I KNOW realized this for nearly FORTY YEARS!!!!!
Closed captioning, yāall. Itās not just because you canāt make out what theyāre saying. Itās also for recognizing jokes people were slipping into movies and past censors from before you were born.
I think this is just a trend everywhere but I've been very frustrated this week by how much admin work is being outsourced to me as the patient/customer.
My orthodontist tells me I can make an appointment with the surgeon. I call the surgeon. They tell me I need a new referral. I call the orthodontist. They do a referral. I call the surgeon. Referral didn't come through. They tell me about their special unique system we have to use. I call the ortho again and walk them through the referral. I call the surgeon. They say the referral was missing some details so they have to do it again. I call the ortho.
The insurance company calls me about repair shops. I give them the name of the repair shop which I already gave them yesterday. They say they're not in their system but I can use them, but I have to call the repair shop to ask them to contact the insurance company. I call the repair shop and they say the insurance company is supposed to email them.
I feel like at a certain point these constant fetch quests become unreasonable?? Is it too much to expect these groups to communicate with each other instead of making me run back and forth between them???
Made this post and then the new property manager (who started on Monday and only finally emailed us today because I sent a vaguely professionally hostile email to her boss because I hadn't heard anything and was not convinced she existed) asked for a list of open action items which her predecessor should have had but apparently wasn't keeping track of, which I learned when I met her boss and provided her with the list of open action items, which I guess tragically died in a fire in the last 2 weeks since she was sitting at my kitchen table, being menaced by the skull. How many people's jobs am I doing now
The phrase arrived in my head so completely formed and concrete that I couldnāt believe it wasnāt already established in the lexicon, but at
It has a name!!!
My cat got a cold and the vet recommended a warm compress for his eyes. I think heās enjoying his spa time.Ā
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I love this. To the labyrinth with you, AI minotaur!
end of january affirmations
im not doing anything wrong and no one is mad at me
there must be a place for me in this world because here i am
my art doesnt suck
instagram is nothing to me
What I'm getting here is that we're not 100% on the whole species thing, but we've got this gender shit locked down.
Not necessarily. The binary could be human/pigeon. We know we're binary, but what side of it (human or pigeon) we fall on is uncertain, though we seem to be leaning towards pigeon
Are you human or are you pigeon?
Definitely human
Potentially human
It's complicated
Potentially pigeon
Definitely pigeon
A secret third thing
Only the Sith deal in absolutes
Cheese sandwich
Are we human Or are we pigeon No sign of breadcrumbs My feet are cold And I'm at the duck pond Looking for a wigeon Are we human Or are we pigeon
"When the rich rob the poor it's called business, when the poor fight back it's called violence"
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David Lynch Teaches Creativity and Film