Street art in Melbourne, Australia.

bliss lane
The Bowery Presents
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
RMH
Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle
The Stonewall Inn
Not today Justin
art blog(derogatory)
almost home
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.
Jules of Nature
Stranger Things
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noise dept.
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@longdeadgod
Street art in Melbourne, Australia.
One of my favourite Leverage tropes is when some goons are threatening a member of the team and Eliot just comes out of nowhere from off screen or around a corner, sometimes even when he wasn't anywhere nearby in the previous scene, as if he was summoned like a pokemon coming out of a pokeball. Eliot I choose you.
again and again and again and again
So crazy how you have the worst day of your life but then the next day the sun keeps shining and the airâs just a little cooler w the onset of fall and you realize that thereâs nothing you canât come back from because the only time it will ever be too late is when weâre dead and not ever before
I vividly remember talking to one of my favorite professors about how Iâm scared things will fall apart after graduation and how Iâm so unused to change and her just going âif things fall apart then they do and u just pick up the pieces and start over again and itâs fine. Things falling apart is not this mammoth fear u should be worried aboutâ and I remember these words every time I want to pursue or seize something bc literally the worst thing that can happen is it doesnât work out âŚ.. and then I just pick up the pieces and start all over again
I always think of the description I saw years ago: Self-imposed deadlines don't help me, because I know the person who set them, and they're full of shit.
Give yourself the treat before you start. I'm serious. And ideally during the task and afterwards too.
Executive dysfunction comes from a lack of available dopamine. Common advice is wrong. You need to provide your own dopamine before you can start. Otherwise you're trying to run your car on empty.
"But what if I still don't do it" well you already weren't getting it done anyway. Now you have a little treat. Try again later.
You deserve kindness and care even when you aren't being productive.
(Also read How to Keep House While Drowning by KC Davis)
I give my students a LOT of techniques for starting writing when it feels overwhelming or daunting, but one of them is exactly this: dopamine load BEFOREHAND. It may sound weird to people on tumblr dot com, but a lot of people seriously struggle with executive dysfunction when it comes to writing literally anything, to the extent that it can cause such symptoms as panic, depression, and AI chatbot use.
I usually suggest this technique as a "Reverse Pomodoro." In the original Pomodoro, you work for 25 minutes and then take a break for 5 minutes (the times vary, but that's the essential ratio). People with executive dysfunction often find this insurmountable, and they get even more frustrated, and then the task seems even more difficult. So instead, flip those times.
FIRST, spend 25 minutes doing something energizing and engaging that you like to do. Not scrolling social media passively, not watching tv, not napping. Try something like colouring, doing yoga, running/walking around the block, talking about your favourite tv show with someone in real time, playing with the dog or cat, making and eating a lovely sandwich, hula hooping, something active. Having a little treat absolutely falls in this category!
(on the subject of little treats: refusing yourself food until you do work is for fucking Puritans and you can be kinder to yourself)
Then, after 25 minutes (or however long it takes to eat the sandwich or finish the yoga routine, it doesn't have to be exact), spend 5 minutes writing (or doing whatever you're struggling to start). Most people can coax themselves into doing something they find difficult for five minutes, if they have already filled up the joy/energy/engagement bucket. You can put a timer on for the 5 minutes if you want, or if you find that annoying, just work for as long as you like.
The other key is: don't push yourself to keep going when you're frustrated or tiredâthat will just reinforce the negative belief that you already have, which tells you that this task is painful to do, and needs to be avoided. If you've commonly had to force yourself to do this kind of task, that's likely part of why you think of it as painful and have trouble starting it now. Also, you should just, at a basic level, try not to put yourself in pain for the sake of productivity. So just do it till the good feelings run out. Then start hula hooping or colouring again for another 25 minutes. When the tank's refilled, try another 5 minutes of work, if you can. Adjust times to taste.
Not every technique works for everyone, but I've seen this one work for many students who are genuinely and seriously disabled by executive dysfunction. And many people find themselves getting more and more excited and engaged in the "difficult" taskâbecause the good feelings from the hula hooping carry over, and because they're suddenly able to do the task without feeling pain, and feel accomplishment without feeling pain.
after you read the poem âthe woman diesâ a lot of media makes you mad
Excerpts from The Woman Dies by Aoko Matsuda
"The Woman Dies" is a short story, not a poem.
Interesting how the only part of it people share is the opening three paragraphs, conveniently excising the parts that talk explicitly about rape, as well as the parts that display an explicitly Japanese viewpoint.
I want you to come back. With me. And I want us to be together.
Josh OâConnor & Alec SecÄreanu Godâs Own Country (2017), directed by Francis Lee
till death do us part
printers behave like that because the medieval monks they put out of work are haunting them
"what if someone regrets transitioning" if you are 18 or over in free country usa you can walk into any tattoo parlor and ask for a tattoo that will be on your body forever and ever and ever and they will give it to you with the understanding that if you dont like the result or you regret it later that's your fucking problem and not theirs
who up perceiving and reacting to stimulus
That is. a great username. The first thing I saw upon opening tumblr. Thank you.
Woah. They werenât kidding organisms will perceive and react to stimulus.
Gatton Creek trail - near Lake Quinault
i never see misandry accusations leveled at men
men will call other men they dont think are upholding the ideal of masculinity bimbo bitches unworthy of holding a cum rag. theyll call twinks their natural subservient varangian sex toys. but despite this, ive never seen a man be called a misandrist ! instead they are rightfully called homophobic, transphobic, sexist, etc. almost as if misandry is not a real axis of oppression employed by the people in power đ§
have you noticed that everything depends on various factors
sorry itâs actually so fucking crazy thinking abt how certain places have banned burqinis like literally making a woman take her clothes off in public like that shit is so fascist
genuinely horrific like thatâs law mandated sexual assault & we just let it happen. hello. can anyone hear me.
Weird Fantasy (1950) #18 written by Al Feldstein and drawn by Joe Orlando, with editor Bill Gaines
So he said it can't be a Black. So I said, "For God's sakes, Judge Murphy, that's the whole point of the Goddamn story!" So he said, "No, it can't be a Black". Bill just called him up and raised the roof, and finally they said, "Well, you gotta take the perspiration off". I had the stars glistening in the perspiration on his Black skin. Bill said, "Fuck you", and he hung up.
Al Feldstein, Tales of Terror: The EC Companion
Just to add context for those not aware of the impact of this story.
The reason it was so important for narrative purposes, was that the plot concerns the visit of the Astronaut, in his completely opaque spacesuit, to a planet populated entirely by self-aware robots (originally from Earth) who have built their own society and are petitioning to be allowed to interact with Earth again as equals.
They have a democratic government and free choice of careers etc. as the orange robot serving as guide tells the Astronaut.
The Astronaut notices that there are two different types of robot on this world; the orange ones, who are in charge, gifted access to all information and facilities. and the blue robots, who are seen as more limited in function, have less access to information and resources, and are not allowed positions of power or as wide a choice of employment opportunities. Even transportation is segregated.
The Astronaut investigates further and discovers that the blue and orange robots are actually structurally identical, there is absolutely no difference between their potential or capabilities, and it is only because the orange robots are instructed by their Educator system to consider themselves superior, that the difference exists.
The Astronaut tells the robots they are not ready for re-alignment with Earth, until they come to terms with their own unfairness, and how Earth had had to deal with this issue themselves. When that time comes, the robots will be able to ally with Earth.
Then he leaves in his spaceship, and it's only in that one final panel that we see the Astronaut is black.
Not subtle, nor should it be, but for 1950 this was a breathtakingly powerful statement, perhaps the first of it's kind in the genre.
The black character was not a caricature, or comedy relief, he was a main character in his own right, a human who "simply" was black.
Ok, but this story is sadly revolutionary even now. That is not just a human who happens to be black, as far as every other character in this story is concerned this is the most important, maybe even the only human they ever see, who happens to be black.
As depressing as that is, but a black person just casually representing the entirety of humanity is a breathtakingly powerfull statement even today, a quarter of a century later.
*a breathtakingly powerful statement even today, three quarters of a century later