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Or as my art history teacher called it, 'Christ's Vagina'
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Christ’s side wound in illuminated manuscripts
Or as my art history teacher called it, 'Christ's Vagina'
See also: The penis nuns
and what if I told you guys that virtually everyone you ever meet will turn out to be really interesting if you give them a chance
some real miserable fucks in the notes I fear
I'm not even saying you have to talk to every single person you meet. and you're certainly not going to LIKE all of them. but every person does have a rich interior life and complex feelings and unique worldview. sorry.
thank you, well put, this is why I believe everyone should be forced to write fiction at gunpoint (joke/thought experiment, I swear to god if I get ppl in my notes saying I am evil for demanding they write fiction I will turn this car around!!) It makes you realize anybody and everybody is a potential POV character.
some people need to learn what the fundamental attribution error is and it shows…
logan howlett has always been THAT bitch
I just finished reading The Warrior’s Apprentice by Lois McMaster Bujold yesterday and I can honestly say I’ve never read a book that felt like that.
It’s like a combination of the morbid fascination of watching a car crash in slow motion layered with the upbeat thrill of a heist movie plus politics intrigue and spy-movie style paranoia, all in a gigantic blizzard swirling around this one little guy. I didn’t know how I would be able to become attached to a character in this series after reading Shards of Honor and Barrayar, because I loved Cordelia so much as a protagonist, but Miles Vorkosigan did the job. Truly the character of all time.
He’s a strategic genius. He can figure out a solution to almost any problem. He’s in love with his childhood best friend and gets shut down repeatedly. He serves as the officiant at her impromptu wedding to a guy he saved through another random act of kindness, and plays out the roles of three different people in it like some kind of vaudeville comedy act. He makes people laugh. He inspires everyone around him to genuine loyalty and trust. He was playmates with the current emperor of his home planet when they were kids and is the heir of an aristocratic family. He refuses to get anything by nepotism and uses his mother’s maiden name when he meets people so they won’t know who he is. On a whim, he decides to help a random stranger and has to lie to do it. He commits to the bit so hard that he ends up faking his way into running a mercenary fleet whose existence was initially a complete lie and stopping a war he had nothing to do with. He has stomach ulcers from how stressed out he is. He refuses to break a promise, even when doing so would allow him to escape the web of lies he’s woven. His house of cards is always one gust of wind from toppling and he’s somehow able to keep it standing by sheer force of character. He will not stop because if he does he’ll have a nervous breakdown.
Genuinely the most fascinating and lovable combination of wet rat energy, goodest boy ever, and rogue with a heart of gold. No one is doing it like him. I’m going to read all seventeen books in this series or however many there are, and then everything else Lois McMaster Bujold has written.
I got a tablet for Christmas and have been loving Krita!
In honour of the OG Fox X-Men returning in Doomsday I have drawn my favouritest bestest blue boy Kurt. This is specifically the X2/ Alan Cumming version of him because that's the one that changed my brain chemistry when I was ten. I love how ridiculously they dressed him there (apparently it's paint spatters and not rhinestones on the jacket, but that isn't?? any less weird??) so I ran with the 'dressed himself out of the costuming trunk' vibe. I'd like to think he lovingly patches and repairs everything because it's not like he can just go to a mall. I also choose to believe that until recently, Kurt had assumed malls were a fiction created by American media so that their teen characters could hang out somewhere with product placement.
“It had been years since he'd memorized the ancient play, but the vivid iambic pentameter carried him along relentlessly. Short of beating him into unconsciousness, there seemed nothing Galen could do to turn him off. Miles was not even to the end of Act I when the two guards dragged him back down the lift tube and threw him roughly back into his prison room.”
Brothers in Arms, by Lois McMaster Bujold
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i’ve warmed up significantly towards the concept of small talk ever since i learned that its sole purpose is to make friendly noises.
as long as you smile and nod, people are satisfied. it’s just to show that you are nice and there with good intentions. we’re small in a big world and have to rely on other people to be decent to us. so we do our little human dance to each other to say, “i’m not here to hurt you. here’s something we have in common, like the weather or sports or itchy sweaters, so we both know we’re on the same team. we both agree on a basic fact, like that it is rainy or that being itchy is uncomfortable, and this proves we can get along. i’m being light-hearted and non-threatening right now.”
small talk isn’t to get to know a person. it’s just a greeting to affirm you’re buddies in the universe.
i am motivated by wanting the other person to know i am friendly, so i have gotten pretty decent at small talk when i used to hate it.
I love that this post has three different and completely contradictory definitions of "small talk":
Making friendly noises while someone else talks/smiling and nodding, which does not involve talking at all
Connecting to someone over a shared topic of interest, like weather or sports or itchy sweaters, which you obviously cannot do if you, e.g. do not like sports, or do not own an itchy sweater
"A greeting to affirm that you're buddies in the universe", which involves talking, but does not require you to have had specific life experiences like point two up there
This is the problem with all the "small talk is actually great" posts I see around tumblr frequently - it very quickly becomes very apparent that the majority of people either do not know what small talk is, or have vastly different ideas about what it is, and therefore do not really understand what people mean when they say they don't like it
I need people to understand that "I don't like talking about shit I'm not interested in, and if I don't have any shared interests or life experiences with someone with which to form a basis for a connection I'm not going to enjoy talking to them and I therefore don't see a compelling reason to do that" does not mean "I don't like or see the purpose of nodding and making encouraging noises when people talk or exchanging greetings with people"
i know maybe you think you’re just talking to the void, but i’m a person who wrote this post. i normally ignore comments like these because i don’t see the point in arguing online. but i want to try to help you here.
my definitions all align, actually.
smiling and nodding do not preclude speaking. they are part of the performance of speaking. the throughline being: presenting yourself in a friendly manner.
i did not say you had to be interested in the topic. i said it can be something you know you have in common as humans on the planet - eg, the weather, which happens to everyone.
if you believe you have no common human experience with another person, that’s something you need to iron out yourself. have you never been tired, or hungry, or gotten new shoes? sharing the basic experience of being alive is what makes you buddies, not the specific topic. the point isn’t about whether the topic interests you - it’s about connecting positively with another person and finding interest in THAT. that is your compelling reason.
the problem with my post is not mine. i think you are looking for ways to complicate the sentiment because you would rather believe it’s too unpleasant to engage with others who are different from you to bother with it. and i understand completely why you don’t like it, i also said i didn’t like it either until i changed my perspective.
i think you will find that a willingness to subject yourself to mild tedium for the sake of being kind, and receiving kindness in return, will help you feel less alienated. it did for me.
I really need people to stop saying things like 'I don't like talking about things I'm not interested in'. Everybody likes to talk about their own thing. Therefore, in order to be accorded your Time Talking About your Thing (hyperfixation, personal experiences, your own family, literally just whatever you care about) you need to do the same for others. That is 90% of conversation. The remaining 10% is when you achieve the ability to discuss Their Thing and Your Thing simultaneously. this can be achieved either by finding a thing in common, or BECOMING genuinely invested in Their Thing. So everybody saying 'I don't like talking about things that aren't interests' - of course you don't. That's the 'give' part of the conversation. It will not always be interesting for YOU because it needs to sometimes be interesting to somebody with different interests. Try to be interested in other people's interests. Try. It will increase your chances of achieving that magic 10% that is genuinely good conversation. And if you want people to like you more, literally all you have to do is ask them (context-appropriate) questions about things they care about and let them speak. This method is foolproof. Like, actually. TL:DR Of course you don't like talking about things you're not interested in, none of us do? You just haven't learned to be conversationally generous or curious about others
it's actually UNREAL to me that they still wear those stupid fucking wigs in british courts ill forget about it and then remember all of a sudden and black out like howwwww can you still be doing that!
THEY WHAT LMFAO
honestly just put me straight in the jail i don't even wanna bear witness to this
“boys will be boys” the boys tied a cop to a bear and threw them into a river
"i asked chatgpt" well i calculated the number of the beast. it is napoleon. six hundred three score and six. and i will kill him one day. he's no great man, none of us are great men, we're caught in the waves of history. nothing matters; everything matters, it's all the same. Oh, if only I could not see it, that dreadful, terrible, it.
working with little kids is so dangerous. you get one kid who has a unique way of speaking & then spend the rest of your life with an internal monologue like “me’s go bathroom?”
other thrilling destructions of my vocabulary:
the kid who replaced his hard G sounds with soft ones, leaving me incapable of thinking of glasses as anything other than jlasses
kid who would holler "DID" any time she finished her work no matter how many times we told her to just raise her hand
kid who began her scary stories with "once a time" and her friend who began his with "paw time"
middle schooler i had during student teaching who pronounced magritte as "mah-gritty"
the kid who said "i got boogies comin out my nose" while sobbing and the kid who said "theres his puddle of cry" while describing a drawing, both of whom i think of when im crying
kid who said that if he was 80 he would get big and turn grandpa
kid who, for no reason in particular, would just say "like a little feet" as a standalone phrase in relation to nothing
edit how could i forget. the kid who got sneezed on and angrily said "whyd you blessyou on me"
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