Kicking off pride month with a bit of Scielune fanart because I love these two nerds. <3
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pixel skylines
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Keni
we're not kids anymore.

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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JBB: An Artblog!

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Kicking off pride month with a bit of Scielune fanart because I love these two nerds. <3
They're just silly
A rarely seen, highly endangered Andean mountain cat and her kitten in Santiago, Chile. Bottom right: older kittens following their mother through the snow. These small felines have long, thickly ringed tails and plush coats with a striking marbled pattern, handy for traversing the chilly, wind-swept ridges of the Andes.
One of South America's rarest felines, the Andean mountain cat is traditionally considered a sacred animal by indigenous Aymara and Quechua people.
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Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”
Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.
The sheer energy. The beauty of this woman. The women hugging in the background. The man in rainbow parachute pants. This whole video is art.
XXI. The World
This is what world peace looks like
you fools. pepe le pew is quebecois.
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Description of a skunk written by a Jesuit Missionary, published 1634 (via Wikipedia):
The [skunk] is a low animal, about the size of a little dog or cat. I mention it here, not on account of its excellence, but to make of it a symbol of sin. I have seen three or four of them. It has black fur, quite beautiful and shining; and has upon its back two perfectly white stripes, which join near the neck and tail, making an oval that adds greatly to their grace. The tail is bushy and well furnished with hair, like the tail of a Fox; it carries it curled back like that of a Squirrel. It is more white than black; and, at the first glance, you would say, especially when it walks, that it ought to be called Jupiter's little dog. But it is so stinking and casts so foul an odor, that it is unworthy of being called the dog of Pluto. No sewer ever smelled so bad. I would not have believed it if I had not smelled it myself. Your heart almost fails you when you approach the animal; two have been killed in our court, and several days afterward there was such a dreadful odor throughout our house that we could not endure it. I believe the sin smelled by Saint Catherine de Sienne must have had the same vile odor.
i love recommending the locked tomb to people. it's sci-fi. it's dystopian. the main characters are from pluto. it's a comedy. it's action. it's murder mystery. it's gay. it's necromancer body horror with a side of the body horror being about love. god is a tumblrista who likes barbie and left beef memes. the earth is a big beautiful woman with a sword. 90% of the people are evil lesbians. god also hates billionaires. he may or may not have possessed obama at one point in time. he was a twitch streamer. the most powerful necro of a generation wants a coffee shop meet cute with the girl living inside her head. the girl living inside her head likes porn mags written into skin. the final book in the series will probably be released after we die. a murderous masc and a greek twink became a guy named paul. literally why wouldn't you want to read it
Write that one-shot. Those 3 chapters will be the best 10 chapters you ever wrote
My grandma just called and, among other things, said “You have hips. That’s good! Men like hips!” and then she interrupted herself to say “Women like hips. People of your preferred gender like hips. I can never remember” And I was like “Thanks grandma! My preferred gender is none of them, no thanks.” and she was like “Okay, no one will comment on your hips!” very self satisfied, like “aha, I have figured it out” I think like half her grandkids are some variety of not-straight and she can’t always remember which is which but she is the epitome of like “she’s a little confused, but she’s got the spirit!”
Update: I gave it some thought and my estimate was wrong. Of the grandkids that are out, it’s 1/3, not ½
I told my grandma that I’d told my friends about what she said and that some of y’all had said you wished she was your grandma, and she said “Well, you can never have too many grandkids!” So like…consider her your honorary grandma* I guess? *if you want an honorary grandma, that is
Update on my grandma: I told her my hair was standing up, but instead of straight line it was diagonal and she said “That’s okay, you’ve never been straight!” and then laughed so hard at her own joke I thought she was going to drop the phone
Happy almost pride month! Have my confused-but-supportive grandma!
An update: my grandma just called me to ask if I knew it was pride month
Happy pride month!!
buttons you could put on gideon nav
[image above: three columns and three rows of buttons with funny sayings:
Born to Raise Hell
they'll take my sword away when they pry my cold dead fingers off the hilt
OFFICIAL OBSERVER Low Cut Gowns
What's a nice kid like me doing in a place like this?
Support Cannibalism EAT ME
Save Rent Move in with a Friend
This child belongs to god
I only speak "bad pun" and sarcasm
I'M BACK by popular demand
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what doesn’t kill you makes your nervous system more sensitive for the rest of your life
if you think for even just a second how fucking crazy bonkers it is that women are so frequently kept from being protagonists or important or fully realized characters when its like. That is literally 50% of the world population. Half of all people (more or less. hopefully more as time marches on!) are women. And you look at media and think about how many protagonists are men and their best friends are men and the ensemble cast is 80-100% men and the fandoms are about men and the romances are about men. well. YOU GO INSANE
I want my gay rights now! - Marsha P. Johnson (NYC Pride Parade, 1973)
[Gifs above: Black and white footage of Marsha P. Johnson, holding an umbrella, surrounded by others, talking into a mic saying "Darling, I want my gay rights now. I think it's about time the gay brothers and sisters got their rights. And especially the women." /end description]
This is Doris Pollas, the cofounder of the organisation now known as lgbt+ Denmark which by being founded in 1948 is one of the oldest ongoing queer organisation in the world.
Doris lived in a farm in Jutland as a child. She was always butch and figured out she was a lesbian in her teens. When she heard about a club in copenhagen where boys kissed boys and girls kissed girls she went just some months after and it was through that club she started a paper connecting queer people all up to seventies and co founded lgbt+ Denmark.
She is now 97 years old and wishes for every queer person to have an as loving and accepting family as she did.
I don’t see a lot of older gays from my country, so learning about Doris, a masc lesbian, was really nice.
Doris passed ways last summer, aged 101. Here’s the obituary LGBT+ Danmark wrote for her - in English
Doris Pollas 1924-2025: The Last Pioneer Has Passed Away - LGBT+ Danmark
The Original Rainbow Pride Flag (1978) by Gilbert Baker.
I had the honor of seeing it hung up in person at the MoMA last year!!!