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if they move any further away, theyâll die (or dye everything green)
please god let chatgpt die out like nfts did. With a fast and graceless fall into irrelevancy
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This spell has a very low hit ratio, so we need a lot of us to do it.
Just making use of my free will
Inspođź:The Meeting on the Turret Stairs
Imagine being the gays at a pride event in 2004 living their lives when someone grabs the microphone and announces to the room that Ronald Reagan was pronounced dead. Can you even imagine the hype, the celebration, the pure elation
This is the Pride Month that It will happen. I feel it in my gay bones
Just watched Adam Conover (of Adam Ruins Everything) make such a solid point that I think we should spread far and wide. Yes, having AI write your emails is lazy, sure, but people love being lazy. We need to really emphasize that sending AI emails (or using AI responses on social media, or publishing AI flyers, or or or) is rude.
It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.
It's rude.
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Well shit, Henry Jenkins, out here in 1997 dropping truth bombs
Oh hey I need this for a research paper I'm writing, thank you!
i mean he had been out here since 1988 dropping such bombs:
"'fandom' is a vehicle of marginalized subcultural groups (women, the young, gays, etc.) to pry open space for their cultural concerns within dominant representations; it is a way of appropriating media texts and rereading them in a way that serves different interests, a way of transforming mass culture into a popular culture"
Jenkins, Henry. âStar Trek Rerun, Reread, Rewritten: Fan Writing as Textual Poaching.â Critical Studies in Mass Communication 5, no. 2 (1988): 85â107. https://doi.org/10.1080/15295038809366691. Â
there are even some earlier works in fan studies but thatâs what i have ready to hand.Â
It does matter. It matters exactly like this.
Last month I was in the ER, the most vulnerable emotionally that I've ever been while putting myself in the hands of a stranger. That the intake doctor had a lanyard heavy with Pride pins mattered. It's such a tiny gesture, but the amount of safety I felt because of it, during an agonizing moment in my life, was huge.
The king had six daughters, and they were all quite rebellious.
But by the time the sixth daughter came of age, the king had a handle on it. The avenues for rebellion were all well-trod.
The sixth princess had watched her eldest sister break the bonds of arranged marriage, instead settling down with a stablehand she had grown to love. The next eldest had become a pirate, ranging the seas in a ship with a black flag, a loyal crew of women at her command, before eventually the king had relented and granted her a charter to operate as a privateer. The third daughter had become a scholar, breaking the kingdom's taboo against a woman learning, and founded a college that began attracting plenty of talent, both male and female. The fourth daughter became a swamp hag, and the fifth daughter became the captain of the royal guard.
All of which left the sixth daughter with nothing to rebel against.
"I'm going to travel the world," she said.
"Oh, that will be nice," said the king. "To travel the world is a wonderful thing, will you want accompaniment or will you go it alone?"
The sixth princess huffed and didn't continue the conversation.
"I'm going to capture and ride a unicorn," she said the next morning.
"That seems difficult," said the king. "Will you want training or equipment, perhaps some expertise from your sisters?"
"I want to do it alone," she said.
"I suppose that's fine," said the king.
And the princess did make some tentative plans to hunt down a unicorn and tame it. She read through some books and consulted the court huntress. But it stopped grabbing her, and she let the topic drop.
Finally one day she came to breakfast with her father, looking glum.
"What's wrong, sweet pea?" he asked.
"There is nothing to rebel against," she said. "There's nothing that I could say that would shock you."
"Isn't that a good thing?" asked the king. "Your sisters blazed trails. The kingdom has reached heights I couldn't have dreamed of when I took the crown. You have no duties but those you choose for yourself, you are not barred from any path."
The sixth princess frowned. "Can I say something, and have you not laugh?"
"Yes," said the king.
"I am a thunderstorm," said the princess. "And everyone has umbrellas and raincoats. I am a burning match with no tinder to catch on. I was to explode, only there's no direction to explode toward, nothing that I can do, that I would want to do, that you wouldn't simply say 'that's nice dear, how can I help' to. My sisters have taken all the good rebellions."
"Hrm," said the king. "You do know that your eldest sister rejected arranged marriage for good, principled reasons?"
The sixth princess folded her arms. "Yes."
"And your other sister," said the king. "She did not join a lesbian pirate polycule out of a desire to be contrary. She genuinely was a lesbian with a strong desire not to be confined to a single lover."
"I know," said the sixth princess. "But ... she was a little contrary, wasn't she?"
"I find it difficult to tell," said the king. "But I suspect that when you think your father is being a pig's ear, any contrary impulses are greatly magnified. But tell me, do you think I'm being a pig's ear?"
The sixth princess considered that. "No."
"Well, good," said her father. "Perhaps I've learned something over the course of raising your five sisters."
The princess sat with that for a while, stirring her porridge without eating it. "I suppose," she said finally, "that I wanted to be special. To do something that would make people remember me, the way they remember my sisters."
"Ah," said the king, and there was real understanding in his voice. "That's rather different from rebellion, isn't it?"
"Is it?"
"Your sisters didn't do what they did to be remembered. They did what they did because they couldn't imagine doing anything else. Your eldest sister couldn't bear the thought of not marrying for love. Your second couldn't imagine a life lived on land, bound to convention. Your third couldn't stop asking questions, your fourth couldn't resist the call of wild magic, and your fifth⌠well, she just really liked hitting things with swords."
The princess couldn't help but laugh at that.
"The thing about rebellion," the king continued, "is that it's not about being contrary. It's about being true to yourself, even when the world tells you that you shouldn't be. So perhaps the question isn't what you can do that would shock me, but what you want to do that would make you happy, regardless of what anyone else thinks."
"I suppose that I wanted to be special," she said. "To have people remember me, to stand out."
"Ah," said the king. "That's rather different from rebellion, isn't it?"
"Is it?" The princess set her spoon down. "Bess didn't have to become a pirate. She could have just ... been gay. And she certainly didn't need to steal that first ship. Or paint it black. Or rename it 'The King's Folly'."
The king winced slightly. "I suppose there you have a point."
"And Danica," said the princess. "She told me she was incensed that you called bog magic 'unladylike'. There was definitely a lot of spite involved."
"Yes, wellâŚ" The king cleared his throat. "Perhaps I shouldn't have said that."
"My point is," said the princess, "that being contrary was part of it. Maybe even a big part. They wanted to do their own thing, yes, but they also wanted to⌠toâŚ"
"Stick it to their old dad?" asked the king.
"Yes," nodded the princess. "But there's nothing to rebel against anymore."
"What do you want?" asked the king. "Do you know?"
"I want to not feel like this," sighed the princess. "I want to not feel like all the good stories are taken, like I'm not special, like I have no purpose."
"Alas," said the king. "I'm afraid that's something you'll have to work through on your own."
"Well," said the vizier when she came to him with her problem. "Have you considered ruling well?"
She looked at him like he was crazy.
"You could agree to an arranged marriage to whoever would be most politically convenient," the vizier added. "Learn embroidery and dance and comportment and all the intricacies of court intrigue - all the things a princess is supposed to know. I'll teach you those skills, if you like. Use them to gather allies and information. Use that to improve the land for its people."
"That doesn't sound very rebellious," the princess said uncertainly. "Actually I'm pretty sure all that's the opposite of rebellious."
"Oh?" the vizier asked with a raised eyebrow. "So you're telling me it's the opposite of what you feel like you're supposed to want?"
The princess snorted in a slightly unprincesslike manner. "Nice wordplay, but you're not getting me with that. I don't think anything you say will convince me embroidery is rebellious, or that it helps... make the realm better for my subjects."
"Okay, so don't do embroidery. What about logistics? Learning the kingdom's shipping routes, how many tonnes of grain it takes to feed the city, how high the taxes on cheese or rubies need to be to fund the city watch. Teenage rebellion will be remembered for a few years, princess. A great queen who feeds her people and makes her kingdom great would be remembered for lifetimes. It would be difficult to feed all the hungry in your kingdom; it would take all your fire and thunderstorm, and then some."
"I'm not going to inherit," the princess hesitated. "I'm the sixth daughter."
"Do you really think your elder siblings want the throne?" the vizier said with a sudden, startled chuckle. "No. All the good stories might be taken, but very few of the great ones are. Great stories are very hard to tell, and very few people want to try."
The princess considered the challenge of trying to feed every hungry peasant in the kingdom. Then trying to keep peace on all her borders, offer justice to everyone wronged, educate the children of her realm, keep all their wells and rivers clean, treat every sick person... it was an impossible task. And if she failed in her rebellion against its impossibility, she wouldn't just be grounded or shouted at; it would be a price paid in lives.
A price, she realised, she was already paying every day.
"...okay, I'll give that a try," the princess answered. "But no arranged marriages. The political benefits aren't worth the hours of sleep I'd lose over it, and I'm going to need all the sleep I can get."
"You will need knowledge, first and foremost," said the court wizard when she sought him out the next day, unsure of where to begin. "Of the challenges faced by the humblest of your people, and of the means by which they might be solved."
The princess opened her mouth to speak, but the wizard carried right on talking as he often did. "And strength of arms by land and sea, of course," he mused, stroking his voluminous beard, "for knowledge of the means is dust if they cannot be carried out."
The princess frowned as silence emanated from the ancient mage, opening her mouth only when she was sure he was done.
"Oh! And a touch of magic, naturally, always essential when attempting the impossible," he said with a playful wink. "I'm far too busy with my wizardly duties, of course, but I just so happen to know five people who might be able to help you out with all that..."
in happier pride news i actually found this deeply heartwarming
that's solidarity baybeeee
Further context: Durham city council (Reform UK) cut funding and support for Pride. The Durham Miner's Association and other trade unions raised enough money for Durham Pride 2026 to go ahead - a direct call back to when Lesbian and Gays Support the Miners (LGSM) raised money for mining communities when Margaret Thatcher seized union funding during the miner strikes of 1984-85.
At the 1985 Labour party meet, the motion to support LGBT rights as a party was passed due to a block vote from mining unions.
Stephen Guy, the chair of the Durham Minersâ Association, said that when it became apparent Durham Pride was under threat, he took it upon himself to âencourage the trade union movement to step up and do the right thing, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the LGBT+ community [âŚ] They not only raised funds for us, but came to our communities, uplifted our spirits when they were down, and showed their solidarity.â
Oh come on lady, you can't deny a man his gaycation
You must surrender yourself mind, body and soul to the gaycation or be destroyed
Someone on reddit already suggested a sapphibbatical
Someone on reddit
already suggested a
sapphibbatical
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
how could you leave out the best partâthe aquarium bit
"become a fish" (gay)
men will jump through an entire circus' worth of hoops rather than admitting they're bi
The level of mental hoops that guy had to jump through to say to his wife, "No, honey! Of course I wouldn't be cheating on you! Sex during gaycations doesn't count!"
Holy fucking shit! It gets trippier!
I mean, I feel horrible for the OP and her SIL...but "surrender to the gaycation" made me laugh way more than I should have.
this is an insane story
âSome men never returnâ
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UmâŚhereâs the reddit link? Iâm speechless.
Don't worry honey, all the other men on gaycation aren't real people and they stop existing after. Hey, where's all the homophoboa coming from suddenly?
That's the beauty of the gaycation!
It get wilder. I only found out about this b/c of a youtube video reading the Gaycation post but, this isn't even the first one.
7 years ago someone posted this-
And 5 years a different user posted this-
What is happening with these people??? What weird ass cult did they find??
I read the shithead guyâs rambling in Nagito Komaedaâs voice
"some men never return because they're "totally feminized" into the state of permanent "pseudo-gayness"" is my favourite line out of the entire post
Happy pride month everyone!
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as âproblematicâ in class and our professor was like, âThatâs cool, but âproblematicâ doesnât really mean anything. It means that the thing youâre describing has a problem, and in and of itself thatâs not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else itâs not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like youâre trying to say that this is bad, but you donât want to say âbad.â Is that right?â
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the âbadâ thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, âIâm uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.â
Once we stopped calling things âproblematicâ and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, âthatâs racistâ or âthatâs misogynisticâ or âew capitalism grossâ out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, âUhhh... Iâm not sure whatâs so bad?â and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I canât help but think of this professor being like, âGood starting point, now letâs get specific.â I think when we have to commit to saying âthatâs ___â it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever weâre claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes itâs art, and it should be full of problems, because thatâs what art is.
#'this is present in the text' is often a good first step #but those second and third ones (naming it; describing its function) are vital (via @elucubrare)
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obligatory reblog of this after I forgot to bookmark them (again)
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People who live in car-centric parts of the world have a lot of trouble imagining a world where cars are not the only/main option. They think of one scenario where a car seems like the only option and immediately give up on the entire concept of not owning a personal vehicle altogether. Meanwhile people who actually live in places that are not as car-centric are always finding interesting new ways to meet their needs for travel & transportation without a car.
"what if you need to transport furniture like once a year?" I can rent a transport van or pay to have it delivered to my home, they'll even carry it into whichever room I prefer for me.
I've also seen people transport entire pieces of furniture on public transit.
"what if I can't cycle or walk that much?" electric bikes and e-scooters.
"what if I have nowhere to put a bike/don't want to owm one for some reason?"
Shared public bicycle systems:
"but what about people with kids?" kids can use public transit too.
Also, meet the humble cargo bicycle:
(they can also be electric)
"what if someone is disabled/in a wheelchair?"
If their disability makes driving a car safely difficult, unsafe or impossible for them, but they can use other options, they're so much better off (that's a lot of disabled people, especially the elderly)!
If a car really is the only option, they should be able to use it, and if those of us who don't really need to drive stay off the roads, that will also be a much better experience for them.
Some places also offer special transport vans for disabled and elderly people that can pick you up at your home and bring you wherever you need to go! That means not every disabled person needs to buy and maintain their own adapted car/van.
When you have a hammer that you're paying tons of money for every month, you feel like you have to throw it at every problem you have, even when a different tool would've worked just as well.
I've seen kindergarten teachers transport a dozen toddlers in cargo bikes for outings, and it was adorable.