Cosmic Funnies

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Sade Olutola
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
$LAYYYTER
dirt enthusiast

shark vs the universe
we're not kids anymore.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Stranger Things

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Mike Driver

JVL
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almost home

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Who agrees (i have been screaming about this image for a full minute)
despite her efforts to evade me, i have finally filmed my cat playing my harp
Is a tiny cat playing a harp blasé to you people?? You don't even have time to give her a little like for her recital 🥺?
New pvp zone just dropped
new silver bar idea
He hated this place. He loved it. He resented how it treated him. He still wanted to be a part of it – because it felt so good to be a part of it, to speak to its professors as an intellectual equal, to be in on the great game.
— R.F. Kuang, Babel
books i read in 2022: babel, an arcane history by r. f. kuang
In Classical Chinese, the characters 二心 referred to disloyal or traitorous intentions; literally, they translated as ‘two hearts’. And Robin found himself in the impossible position of loving that which he betrayed.
ramiz and robin are the opposite love that is lost in translation and it will always make me want to weep
the RF Kuang urge to write a queer character who doesn’t have time to realize they’re queer or do anything about it because they’re busy being unhinged
Part 2 of my historical fiction uni final
Really loved having to explain to the class why I made it gay for absolutely no reason at all, made my day in fact
Part 1 of the comic I made for a uni final project-
Based loosely off the life of Sofonisba Anguissola, who was an Italian renaissance painter who more people should know about because she was super successful and interesting!
Fun fact I made it in 6 days and no one should ever do that
had an Interesting Time in my translation theory lecture today…… lecturer made us listen to frog noises for ten minutes and then try to write down how we would spell. the frog noises
“how do you translate a frog—really translate a frog? can you translate a frog?”
“the noble and mysterious language of frog”
“there is no such thing as the definitive frog”
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
absolutely obsessed with these tags
working on a new oc dynamic concept
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Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This person understands. I keep seeing people in the notes who dont get it saying “oh its just haikubot’s creator” shut up shut up it’s a bot made by another human to take our words and turn them into art and art is the greatest fucking form of love on this earth. Art is seeing something and showing that it is beautiful. Art is the story of one person saying i love you i love you i love you and thousands of people saying it back. Do you understand? The bot is the love because that’s what it was made to say.
today i’m sad about that one line from the creator’s commetary about how zuko is a tsungi horn prodigy and the little letter zuko, aged 7, sends iroh in “legacy of the fire nation” where he very politely requests that iroh come home and teach him pai sho tricks, because that casts such a different light on their interactions in book one. it was never iroh trying to push his own favorite things - pai sho and music night - on an uninterested zuko, it was iroh desperately trying to reconnect with zuko by recreating the activities he knows zuko used to enjoy. zuko, aged 7, once begged iroh to come home and play board games with him and now zuko wants nothing to do with him and you know that eats iroh up alive