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kind of making me insane that people have been thinking about grief and death like this for thousands of years

“has turned to clay” I know exactly what theyre referring to but there’s also something about the epic being written in clay. like. like. enkidu can only now be remembered. his story can only be preserved, in clay. there’s nothing left for him, except clay

dogposts

the lockpicking lawyer of dogs

elmflowers-art

in between doing actual work stuff i accidentally read over a dozen issues of various marvel comics and almost 500 hours played on marvel rivals. whoops.

#cute! :]

paper-mache-stars

been thinking about grace and adrian being alike

luckyladylily

I've known a number of non binary people in my life and I think single biggest conclusion I can draw from that is that non binary people are not the same. Like if Men fit in box A and women fit in box B, people really, really want nonbinary people to fit in a theoretical box C, and it just doesn't work like that. They are outside the boxes. They defy any simple categorization because they are not a third way of being, but every other possible way of being.

Being supportive of binary people is relatively simple, they have decided to sort themselves into one of the boxes that we have lots of experience interacting with. Being supportive of nonbinary people can be comparatively tricky, because you have to resist the urge to create box C and drop them all there. That's how we end up with various prejudices like "woman lite". Humans really, really like to categorize things. It helps us think. Unfortunately, sometimes it helps us think wrong.

If you have a non binary person in your life, I think it is important to take the extra effort to learn about them specifically.

inkskinned

i know ai won't win because i broke my favorite mug.

the lines on the bottom say do not microwave but i have been microwaving it for 7 years now. i put it away wet and it must have slid off the counter. it broke into 6 pieces. my girlfriend says this is proof a ghost that lives in my house; particularly because it is a black mug with a ouija board design. i think it is proof that i should dry things before i put them away.

i had superglue from an abandoned art project. it took me four days. inspired by kintsugi, i painted the seams golden. it is my first time doing anything like this, and it was more error than trial. i do not have any fancy materials. there is a thick band of gold across the no, so it reads like a diphthong now, N\O. a part of it broke in an almost-perfect peace sign, oddly round.

it will not be watertight anymore, it cannot be a mug. i'll reuse it as a flower pot. it will go on my back porch. it is kind of ugly, really. i didn't do an excellent job.

i spent every minute of this repair thinking about how often i had used it. how many little rituals it has been a part of. it is a big mug, but not a soup mug, which i loathe. it is perfect for two hands to hold. i have used it almost daily, so often that many of the details have worn off. my own skin did that - almost a decade of shared warmth.

none of the times i have told this story has a single person said what do you mean you have a favorite mug. not a single person who has seen the resulting half-maimed piece has said why would you put that back together? not a single person has said this is a waste of time. not a single person has told me what's the point of this? if you want to find a new mug, just use AI.

somewhere someone is probably using AI to draw an image or write a poem, i know that is true. but i think it is also probably true that most of us are going to write and read and draw and dance just because. that the process of doing so is not for a goal or a specific benefit, but because for thousands of years now - when a piece of pottery breaks, we try to fix it. for thousands of years - long before capitalism had any say in it - humans have been doing things just for the experience of it. for the fuck of it. for the love of the game.

ai is not going to win because i cut my thumb while i did it. ai is not going to win because i kept thinking about my all friends who do ceramics, how they're always asking me if i want to join them for a lesson. i was thinking about every person i've ever shared a coffee with. i was thinking about who i was when i bought this mug (graduate student. could barely afford the off-season thing on clearance). i was thinking about how many hands have held this, how many people i've been since.

ai is not going to win because i didn't do a perfect job of it.

my sister-in-law and i recently had a conversation about how one of her coworkers uses Chat instead of reading self-help books. and we both looked at each other about that, the stunned silence of rabbits. "can you imagine?" we said. what's even the point to it.

did i tell you? i had this dream once. we as the earth decided that for one moment, we'd all go outside and sing. any note we wanted, any way. it could be a howl or a scream or a high c. the noise we made together - it was the most beautiful harmony. this, i thought. this is the natural state of things.

animatejournal

Duck Amuck | Director: Chuck Jones | Studio: Warner Bros. | USA, 1953

darkwee009

NOT ME YOU SLOP ARTIST

This is a close up? A CLOSE UP YA JERK! A CLOSEUP!

Alright, let’s get this picture started! (The End) NO NOOOOO!

bunjywunjy

drgaellon

One of the defining moments of animation history.

“Ain’t I a stinker?”

amandalasubfosaanaso

In Babylon 5, didn’t one of the non-humans think Daffy was the god of frustration?

seasonallydefective

Holy shit, this is nearly 70 years old. This would have been right on the heels of color television being commercially available to the public.

bigahhhhhhhh

@amayatepes look at this

amayatepes

LMAO

mister-christmas

Huh. That’s just a whole ass Daffy Duck cartoon.

asteroidtroglodyte

A FUCKING LANDMARK OF CINEMA IS WHAT IT IS

creature-crow-deactivated202512

brb trying this

hyenangel-deactivated20241224

blue-the-flyingpyrochef

chromegnomes

2colde

they are poisoning us today with a thursday poison little do they know we’ve been through a few thursday poisonings so it won’t kill us just yet

woodsdyke

im swimming at the lake and accidentally kicked a fish. this has never happened in my many years of swimming. sorry man

gorps

dotstronaut

He does it all for you, Grace.

I propose reusing the chest harness to hold a protective cover over Simon's shoulder, and Rocky proposes that Simon stop distracting Grace from the important repair job that is only accessible by squishy human body.