ä½å¤å½å»
Cosimo Galluzzi
RMH
dirt enthusiast
will byers stan first human second
Jules of Nature
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
art blog(derogatory)
we're not kids anymore.

shark vs the universe

@theartofmadeline
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

blake kathryn

JVL

Discoholic šŖ©
Claire Keane
Aqua Utopiaļ½ęµ·ć®åŗć§čØę¶ćē“”ć
i don't do bad sauce passes
šŖ¼
todays bird
Three Goblin Art

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Poland

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from India

seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from Cyprus
seen from United States

seen from Norway
seen from United States

seen from Poland
seen from Greece

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Canada

seen from Netherlands
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
@lunarflares
ä½å¤å½å»
Hey dont cry. Grab some sticky notes and make yourself a bouquet of flowers.
Couldnāt let Pride Month slip by without sharing some colorful art š
I know for a fact that my stepmother loves me.
I know it for a fact because the vaccine for the sleeping sickness came out when I was ten, and she cried. When she was a kid, parents would have Sleep Overs whenever someone caught it, in the hopes of spread it around - children were statistically more likely to be woken up by "True Love's Kiss" from a parent or family member, after all, whereas if you caught it when you were older, things got more complicated and if you were old, you might be the last one in your family left.
(Thereās more to it than that, I know, I've tried reading the papers, but I barely passed biocurse with a C+, and don't even get me started on organic curses. Those two classes were enough to kill any hope I had of becoming a fairy godperson.)
So, when the vaccine against the sleeping sickness came out, my stepmother cried, and my father got me on the list right away; I wasn't high priority, after all; I was young, there wasn't an active outbreak in my school district, and I was otherwise healthy. But they put me on the backup list anyway, so if there was one, just one available, I could get it.
When the fairy godperson's office called, my dad was at work, but my stepmother bundled me up and drove there so fast I thought we were going to be pulled over. (Later, I found out that she'd gotten an automated ticket from one of the red light cameras, a fact that she hid from both me and my dad.) They called my dad, of course, and he left work, but he also gave the okay for my stepmother to be my medical proxy in case he was delayed.
Vaccines don't last forever, and it was decided that I would be given it without him there. At 100 minutes, my stepmother would try kissing my forehead, and if it didn't work, the office would set me up for the 100 hours it would take before my dad could try.
Magic can't be ignored, but it can be tricked.
It didn't matter. At 100 minutes post-vaccine, my stepmother kissed my forehead and I woke up.
So. I know she loves me.
On Purpose
The worst part about living with chronic pain, Remus thought as he tried not to scream at a piece of lint on the carpet, wasnāt the pain.
It was the being perceived.
And right now, he was being perceived by a very beautiful, very loud, very not supposed to be here Sirius Black.
āYou didnāt answer your texts,ā Sirius said, standing in the doorway like a rockstar whoād stumbled into the wrong green room but stayed because there was free champagne. His motorcycle helmet hung from one tattooed hand, black curls wild and a bit sweaty.
āThat tends to happen when I throw my phone under the couch out of spite,ā Remus said, not looking up from where he was half-folded on the floor, an arm brace beside him and a heating pad nowhere near the socket.
Sirius blinked. āDo I want to know?ā
Remus squinted up at him. āMy shoulder tried to secede from the union. I decided to pretend the couch was Switzerland.ā
Sirius grinned. āYouāre an idiot.ā
āIām disabled, actually,ā Remus snapped, immediately regretting it. But Sirius just raised an eyebrow, unbothered.
āI know,ā Sirius said softly. āYou also didnāt answer my texts for four days. So I assumed either death, abduction, or, more realistically, a spiral of Netflix and apathy.ā
Remus grimaced. āIt was a mild spiral.ā
āYou watched five seasons of Hellās Kitchen, Remus.ā
āā¦I stand by that.ā
Sirius crossed the room, tossing his helmet onto Remusā ancient armchair. āGet up. Weāre making pasta.ā
āI canāt get up, henceā¦ā Remus gestured vaguely at the brace, the heating pad, the general aura of despair.
Sirius knelt beside him without a word, scooping up the brace with practiced hands. āDo you want help?ā
Remus hesitated. The line between āwantā and āneedā had always been blurry. But Sirius never made him feel like a burdenājust a very sarcastic houseplant with medical accessories.
āYes,ā he muttered.
Sirius nodded and helped him up with the kind of gentle ease that made Remus feel seen, not exposed. āI brought garlic bread,ā he said as they shuffled toward the kitchen. āAnd James.ā
Remus froze. āWhat?ā
āJames is in the car. He insisted. He has theories.ā
āAbout my pain?ā
āAbout why you ghosted me for four days,ā Sirius said cheerfully. āOne involves aliens.ā
Remus sighed. āJames Potter is a human migraine.ā
āAnd yet, you adore him,ā Sirius said, smirking as he slid the brace into place with a practiced twist.
Remus didnāt say it out loud, but Sirius wasnāt wrong.
The kitchen was small, dimly lit, and currently filled with the scent of garlic, basil, and tomato.
James had let himself in and was setting up a Bluetooth speaker like he lived there. Which, to be fair, he nearly had during uni. Peter was texting in the corner with a cat on his lapāRemusā cat, who betrayed him instantly and fully the moment food arrived.
āIāve solved your mystery,ā James announced, holding up his phone. āRemus hasnāt been abducted. Heās just deeply, tragically in love with you, Padfoot.ā
Peter didnāt look up. āWe knew that in 2018, mate.ā
āShut up,ā Remus groaned, already regretting not faking a coma.
Sirius beamed. āI knew I felt eyes on my ass.ā
Remus gave him a look. āThat was the cat.ā
āYou named the cat Virginia Woolf. You donāt get to talk.ā
Virginia purred smugly.
They cooked like idiots. Burnt one batch of garlic bread, turned the pasta water into a volcano, and used enough parmesan to offend an entire Italian village. But Sirius was relaxed, sleeves rolled up, tattoos peeking from under flour-dusted skin, talking to Remus like they hadnāt been orbiting each other for years.
Like he knew.
And maybe he did.
Remus leaned against the counter, shoulder aching but tolerable now. āYou didnāt have to come over.ā
Sirius didnāt glance up. āYou didnāt have to answer the phone either, but here we are.ā
āI mean it. You donāt have toāā
āMoony.ā Sirius looked up. āStop. I wanted to. And Iāll keep showing up, even when you donāt ask.ā
Remus swallowed.
There it was again.
Being perceived.
But this time, it wasnāt unbearable.
It was Sirius, seeing him with all his broken pieces, and not flinching.
That night, after everyone left and the dishes were mostly done and Remus was curled up on the couch with Virginia on his chest, Sirius hovered by the door.
āYou okay?ā he asked.
āDefine āokay,āā Remus replied.
Sirius gave him a look.
āIām better now,ā Remus added. āLess pain. Less⦠apocalypse.ā
Sirius hesitated. āI could stay. If you want.ā
Remus blinked. āLike⦠stay?ā
āNot in a weird way,ā Sirius said quickly. āJust⦠hang out. Watch something awful. Make sure you donāt throw your phone into another abyss.ā
Remus considered it.
Then patted the couch beside him.
Sirius grinned and dropped his bag, slipping off his boots. He settled beside Remus carefully, their shoulders brushing.
Virginia stretched dramatically between them.
āIām not good at this,ā Remus murmured after a while.
āAt what?ā
āLetting people in. Asking for help.ā
Sirius didnāt look away from the screen. āGood thing I already broke in.ā
Remus laughed, quietly.
They sat there for a long time, the flicker of some terrible sitcom lighting their faces, silence easy between them.
And for once, being seen didnāt feel like a burden.
Sirius had never been good at sitting still. He liked movementāliked the hum of an engine under him, the buzz of a crowd, the rhythm of his own restlessness.
But right now, pressed shoulder to shoulder with Remus on a secondhand couch that smelled like lavender he didnāt want to move at all.
Remusā hair was mussed. Virginia was purring on his chest like a tiny engine. And something in the air felt raw and good and a little dangerous.
Because Sirius had seen Remus Lupin vulnerable beforeāpost-surgery, post-breakup, post-epic-migraine-that-laid-him-out-for-three-days.
But this was different.
This was soft.
Unarmored.
And Sirius was not okay about it.
He watched as Remus driftedāeyelids half-shut, pain visible only in the way his hand twitched occasionally near his brace. He always tried so damn hard not to let people see. Like it was a moral failing, being in pain. Being tired.
Sirius wanted to punch every person that had ever made him feel that way.
āStill awake?ā Remus murmured, eyes fluttering open, voice low and rasped.
āYeah,ā Sirius said. āToo wired. Adrenaline. Garlic bread. Cat.ā
Remusā mouth quirked. āShe did try to smother you earlier. Consider it a warning.ā
āIād die a noble death,ā Sirius replied solemnly, scratching behind Virginiaās ear. āTell my story.ā
āHere lies Sirius Black. Mauled by an overeducated feline while pining pathetically for a sarcastic literature professor with chronic joint issues.ā
āCatchy.ā
Remus blinked slowly, his smile turning softer. āYou donāt have to stay.ā
āI want to stay,ā Sirius said immediately.
He could tell Remus was gearing up to argue, so he cut him off with the quiet truth.
āI like being around you, Moony. Even when youāre cranky and sore and smell faintly of eucalyptus oil. Youāre still you. Thatās the bit I like.ā
Remus looked at him, then. Really looked.
Not a glance.
A seeing.
And Sirius let him. Let himself be perceived too, for onceātired, anxious, hungry for something he hadnāt named out loud yet.
Remusā voice, when it came, was quiet. āYou always do that.ā
āDo what?ā
āMake me feel like Iām not broken.ā
Siriusā throat closed.
He leaned forward, carefully, slowlyājust enough for their foreheads to touch, not quite a kiss, not quite platonic either.
āYouāre not broken, Remus,ā he whispered. āYouāre just real.ā
Remus closed his eyes. And for a moment, everything felt very still.
Later, they ended up horizontal. Not in the fun, R-rated way Sirius would usually be hoping forābut wrapped under a threadbare blanket, Virginia curled at their feet, some absolute garbage show droning in the background.
Sirius couldnāt sleep.
His mind kept running.
Not about the usualāhis job, his family, the existential dread of agingābut about how peaceful Remus looked when the pain eased. About the fact that he had shown up, and Remus had let him in.
And Sirius wanted that. Wanted in. For real.
Not just the āoccasional pasta and banterā level. The hard stuff too.
The days when Remus couldnāt get out of bed. The weeks when the pain flared and he shut everyone out. The dark spirals he never quite admitted to.
Sirius wanted in on all of it.
Which was terrifying.
Because Sirius didnāt do long-term. He was chaos, and people liked him in small doses. Fun, funny, charming Sirius. Not the version that stayed up at 3 a.m. reading disability blogs so heād stop asking stupid questions. Not the version that wondered if he could find a heating pad that didnāt suck.
But Remus made him want to be better.
Not different.
Just better.
āHey,ā he whispered in the dark. āYou awake?ā
Remus shifted slightly. āMmhmm.ā
āI like you,ā Sirius blurted. āLike⦠a lot.ā
Remus huffed a quiet laugh. āIs this your idea of a seduction? Because itās very NPR at midnight.ā
Sirius chuckled. āIām serious.ā
āI know you are. Thatās why itās terrifying.ā
Sirius turned to face him. āWhat if we tried it?ā
āTried what?ā
āThis. You. Me. Us.ā
Remus was quiet for a long beat.
Then: āYou sure? Iām⦠a lot.ā
āSo am I.ā
āYeah, but you come with leather jackets and Instagram thirst traps. I come with joint instability and a pharmacy in my kitchen.ā
Sirius leaned in, eyes soft. āThen weāll make room for both.ā
Remus looked at him like no one ever hadālike he wanted to believe it, like he almost did.
āOkay,ā he whispered.
And Sirius smiled.
Because for the first time in a long time, the world wasnāt ending.
It was just beginning.
There were good days.
Days where Remus made it through an entire morning lecture without having to pop a shoulder back into place like a goddamn haunted action figure. Days when his joints played nice, his head stayed clear, and he didnāt have to put on the smiling āNo really, Iām fineā mask he usually wore around students.
Today was not one of those days.
Today was the kind of day where just breathing felt like a chore. Where the soft ache in his back had graduated into a sharp throb that made putting on socks feel like an Olympic event. Where his knee had decided to dislocate while he was brushing his teeth, and he ended up sitting on the bathroom floor with a mouth full of toothpaste and a deep, dull resentment of gravity.
He hadnāt texted Sirius.
Not yet.
Not because he didnāt want toābut because he did.
Because Sirius had that look when Remus was hurting. The one that said he wanted to fix everything and couldnāt. And Remus hated being the problem someone couldnāt solve.
So he stayed on the couch, curled up like a comma, watching reruns of Taskmaster with the volume low and Virginia sleeping traitorously on his bad hip.
The front door clicked.
Heād forgotten Sirius had a key.
āMoons?ā came the soft voice, a little muffled, like Sirius had a grocery bag in his mouth.
Remus didnāt answer.
Sirius appeared in the doorway, wearing joggers, an oversized hoodie, and the worried expression that came standard whenever Remus was quiet for too long.
āI brought oranges. And those crisps you like that taste like regret and vinegar.ā
Remus made a noise that mightāve been a laugh. Mightāve been a sigh.
Sirius set the bag down and crossed the room without ceremony. āWhere are we at, pain-wise?ā
āSeven,ā Remus said. āMaybe an eight if I sneeze.ā
āMobility?ā
āOn strike.ā
Sirius nodded. āRight then. Cuddle triage.ā
Remus blinked. āWhat?ā
āTri-age, Remus. Three stages of care.ā Sirius held up a finger. āStage one: reposition the invalid.ā
āI will smother you with this cat.ā
Sirius ignored him, sliding onto the couch and gently shifting Remusā legs across his lap. His hands moved with practiced care, adjusting the throw pillow, rubbing a thumb behind Remusā knee.
āStage two,ā Sirius said, āis soup. Which I did not bring, because you hate canned soup, and I cannot cook soup. I did, however, bring crisps and those stupid gummy peaches that rot your teeth.ā
Remus softened despite himself. āYouāre ridiculous.ā
āAnd stage threeā¦ā Sirius leaned down, kissed the top of Remusā head, just above his temple. ā...is the most important. Which is reminding you that you donāt have to hide on days like this.ā
āI wasnāt hiding,ā Remus lied, immediately and unconvincingly.
āRight. You were doing highly visible floor yoga with a dislocated knee and depression snacks.ā
Remus chuckled, quietly. His body still hurt, but it was different with Sirius here. The pain didnāt shrink, but it didnāt swallow him whole either.
āDo you regret this?ā he asked suddenly, the words escaping before he could filter them. āBeing with me. Like this.ā
Sirius didnāt answer right away.
He just took Remusā hand, running his thumb over the knucklesāgentle, reverent.
āI chose this,ā Sirius said finally, voice soft but steady. āEvery part of it. I want the good days and the crap ones and the days when you canāt move, and the days you make fun of my Spotify playlists.ā
āTheyāre criminal, Sirius. You have Limp Bizkit and Phoebe Bridgers on the same playlist.ā
āEclectic taste, baby.ā
Remus smiled. Tired. Honest.
āDo you remember,ā Sirius continued, āthat day in March when you couldnāt leave bed, and you let me sit with you for like, six hours while we watched Great British Bake Off and bullied Paul Hollywood?ā
āYes.ā
āThat was one of the best days Iāve ever had.ā
Remus blinked at him.
āIām not with you despite the hard days,ā Sirius said, leaning down again. āIām with you through them. On purpose.ā
There it was again.
Being seen.
Being chosen.
And this time, Remus let himself believe it.
That night, Sirius cooked pasta while Remus supervised from the couch like a very opinionated monarch. They ate curled up under a shared blanket, Virginia curled between them, the room filled with the smell of garlic and the quiet sounds of two people who had finally, finally stopped running.
When Sirius dozed off, Remus watched him sleep.
He thought: I never thought Iād get this.
He thought: I want this forever.
And he didnāt feel broken at all.
He felt loved.
He felt home.
I want to try so many little hobbies. Candle making, soap making, basket weaving, wood carving, book binding, baking, weaving, I want to try them all.
I almost made a post about this the other day (unless i actually did and totally forgot) but thereās so many
I was going to make a list, but then i realized this is a good time to share this book
Making Stuff and Doing things is a whole collection of old punk DIY zines about making and doing just about anything, even things you probably never knew you wanted to do.
Book binding? In there.
Making bowls from old vinyl records? I made a whole ton for my brotherās grad party last year.
Basics of guitar? Making rubber stamps? Silk screening? Composting? Homemade beer, root beer, and wine? Soymilk?? Quill pens??? All in there.
Since itās more punk, it doesnāt have a ton of the folksy, cottage vibes/hobbies, but itās all about being resourceful and sustainable, which they both have in common.
If i ever need to do anything Iām not sure of, I double check this book to see if thereās anything in there. Itās one of the only books on diy Iāve ever needed.
Handbook of basic life skills for a young punk or activist, or anyone without a lot of money.Following some of the advice in this book could
You can download the entire book as a PDF in the link above.
There are a lot of really dog shit things in the world of tech that can be solved with a bit of time, some stubborn googling and maybe some special hardware and piracy is only the tip of the iceberg.Ā
Printers are notorious for claiming theyāre out of ink when they havenāt come close to the suggested number of prints, and their cartridges literally still have ink in them. So after a bit of googling I found out how toĀ āresetā a cartridges automatic stopping system (its literally 1 physical wheel on the cartridge that you gotta turn back). The only downside is that I donāt get a digital ink monitor, but since it told me it was empty when still half full, I donāt mind.Ā
Like, you can just jiggle with some shit and solve one of the biggest money making scams in the post-industrial world and I donāt think people realise its that easy.Ā
Or, like, repairing your own technology. A few months ago, I swapped out my sisterās laptop screen. Did it myself, I removed maybe 4 screws, no vital parts were exposed and it cost me $40. I even got a choice of matte or glossy.Ā
My point is, any walls that capitalist technology presents you with will be a false one. And one already broken by a dedicated community of interesting people working hard for free to break down that wall.
kids these days will be all ābe gay do crimeā and dont even know how to watch a cartoon without paying for it smh
IN FAIRNESS
piracy was definitely leagues easier a decade or so ago when thepiratebay was functional, megaupload was still running, and YouTube and Google made only the most cursory attempts to block copyright content. like letās not pretend that the internet hasnāt got a lot more corporatised in the past decade or so. piracy is still possible and you can and should do it but itās a LOT harder to do safely and reliably than it was.
^thank u
Sorry, this is all wrong.
1) ThePirateBay is still functional. (Itās not the same pirate bay that it was back in the day, but letās not get into Theseusā ship territory. Itās still here and it still works, thatās all that matters.) There are plenty of torrent sites around, more than there were 10 years ago ā although overall traffic has plummeted. Now as then, itās a whack-a-mole game.
2) Why was it āleagues easierā a decade ago? Some countries, not all (not north America, for example), now mandate ISP blocking of torrent sites, but this new complication can be bypassed with one (1) step: a google duckduckgo search for proxies. No government agency or ISP can possibly keep up with proxies, itās yet another whack-a-mole game. So yes, it was technically easier before, but I donāt see āleaguesā anywhere.
3) It was safer before? Are you shitting me? Have you lot forgotten that the legal departments of MPAA and RIAA sued torrent sharers (not even uploaders) and asked for millions of dollars for damages? AND GOT THEM? (By which I mean they didnāt actually get millions since the people they sued didnāt have any, but said people were convicted and ruined and that was the goal in the first place. It was a deeply amoral and cynical scare tactic.) Well they stopped doing that at some point, and focused on hunting P2P and torrent sites. Running a site is certainly less safe today. Using one, though? Depending on where you are, the ISP may be allowed to block you after repeated instances, and thatās it. Youāre not getting in trouble with the law or into crippling debt. And either way thereās only a minuscule chance that any of this will come to pass, which becomes zero (0) with a VPN. (Safety of course depends on the country, and in some cases piracy is the least of your concerns. Letās not get into that.)
4) Ten years ago there was no Sci-Hub, and Library Genesis was in its infancy. If today itās harder to find PDFs on google, it is orders of magnitude easier and more reliable to find them elsewhere. People just have to unstick their minds from the notion that stuff is either on google or doesnāt exist at all. Geez.
5) P2P still exists. IRC (the sharing channels in particular, #bookz and the like) still exists. Torrenting functions like it always did. All these methods are exactly as easy to use as before, i.e. not necessarily a piece of cake, thereās a learning curve. But itās the same learning curve it was 10 years ago.
6) So what have we lost? Only YouTube (meh, the film/tv quality was appalling anyway, and music is still there) and direct downloads (at least the permanent ones: there are plenty of them still around, but files expire and you need to keep track of what goes up when. So this goes beyond knowhow, itās about internet communities. Letās not get into that either, itās a huge subject.) Itās a loss, sure, but I wouldnāt call it a terrible blow.
7) And in exchange for that loss, we got streaming sites. This is piracy, too, and itās much much easier than torrents, and tons of people do it. Any āpiracy has declinedā narrative either implies that weāre excluding streaming from the discussion for some reason, or is flat out wrong. Ten years ago, grandpa couldnāt possibly torrent a film, and itās debatable if he even knew how to open the file you helpfully sent him. Now, as long as someone has set up kodi or similar, grandpa can watch it on his tv and it just feels like cable.
8) On why torrents in particular have declined in recent years, see here. Itās a big subject and I didnāt cover all of it, but the main reason is that people had access to easier methods to get what they wanted (some legal and affordable, some illegal and free), so they didnāt need to learn how to torrent. Ergo, they never did. Thereās more of course, and thereās definitely a cultural shift too, but thatās a very long story so letās not get into it. The linked post also includes some thoughts on why torrents arenāt dead and doomed just yet, and ooh, I forgot a very important one: you canāt stream photoshop.
To summarise, internet piracy is NOT more difficult, unreliable, and unsafe today than it was 10 or 20 years ago. For reasons why people (young or otherwise) seem less versed in it, please look elsewhere. I have thoughts on that too, but this is already a very long post, so Iāll just leave you with the best kind of thought. Iāll leave you with a doubt:
ARE people less versed in piracy? Are they really? Or is it simply that 20 years ago, internet users were computer geeks by definition, whereas now everyoneās online? Perhaps the percentage of skilled pirates in the general population remains more or less the same, and the only thing thatās dropped is the percentage of skilled pirates to total internet users. I canāt be sure without statistical evidence, but itās a possibility.
You can literally google āwatch _____ free onlineā and find most movies but the third result just download Adblock or popup blocker and youāre golden it truly couldnāt be easier
Iāve been meaning to make a piracy masterpost for awhile and what better time than now?
Materpost: A curated Githup tutorial of links to more torrent sites, software, VPNs, uBlock origin filters, ect. Basically everything you could ever want starting out. Do be warned though it doesnāt appear to have been updated in awhile so a few of the links are dead.
GAMES:
Vimmās Roms: NES era->ps3 era roms and emulators to play them. Has user ratings on games. Cons: slow download speeds.
NxBrew: Switch roms/game updates/dlc
nsw2u: More switch roms. Check here if nxbrew doesnāt have the game youāre looking for.
Hshop: 3ds games/updates/dlc. Very well organized and sorted by console region. Bonus ability to generate QR codes to scan with homebrew to begin download directly on your console.
Oldgamesdownload: Old 90ās-2000ās PC games and some gamecube games. Technically, all of the games here are abandon ware, meaning the original company/creator doesnāt sell nor make money from the games anymore period. If youāre into that.
Fitgirl repacks: Heavily compressed PC games, and other various consoles. Small downloads and faster speeds for the size of the games. Somewhat limited game selection.
Steam unlocked: Steam games with easy-to-use installers. Check here if fitgirl doesnāt have what youāre looking for.
Steam Underground: A user forum for piracy support, usually about installing cracked games. Does have some scattered PC game downloads.
Google doc of Skyrim SE creation club content.
Amiibo life: Amiibo bins, can be loaded with some homebrew to load in games without any external source, or, if you buy writable NFC cards, you can make your own free amiibos.
Books:
Library Genesis: a good all-in-one ebook finder. Has books, magazines, scientific papers, ect. Well organized and able to sort by Author, Genre, ect ect. Almost all books in .epub format
Calibre: Not piracy but a free software for reading said .epub files, and other ebook formats. Good for sorting your books.
Sci-Hub: Research papers, academic books, pdfs, ect. Helpful for collage students.
IT ebook: eBooks about learning programming languages.
audiobookbay: Audiobook downloads.
Booksonic: Audiobook streaming.
5e.tools: Dnd playerās manual, guide, ect.
Books on learning various languages.
Mangadex: Manga, Doujinshi. Ā Ā Ā
Headspace sleep audio.
Various books and manuals.
Streaming:
ustvgo: Free streaming of live tv, has most US cable tv channels.
tutturu: Spiritual successor to Rabbit, allows you to stream your screen with friends.
Yes movies: Movies
Kimcartoon: Cartoons/animated movies
aniwatcher: Anime
animedao: Anime
Computer software:
getintopc: Wide selection of pc (mostly windows) software of all sorts, and different versions. Can personally vouch for the site, Iāve gotten Photoshop, Maya, and Sony Vegas from here over the years.
Other:
the eye: An archive of old roms, OS systems, roms (non nintendo), comics, books, ect, ect. Cons: No search function and slightly hard to navigate.
1337x.to: Torrent site for movies, shows, games, comics, ect.
ThePirateBay: The classic.
Recorded broadway musicals. Verying quality.
Finally someone actually posted links instead of just bitching or saying āitās easyā
Ok just want to plug the eye a bit more considering I lost a few hours in their yesterday.
the eye has been up since 2017 and in the last four years have accumulated 140TB of data (according to their own reports). Part of their growth is just their own work, part of it is absorbing other archives/open directories that were having issues: I know rpg.rem.uz used to be its own archive - gave way to The Trove, which is having its own issues right now unfortunately⦠- but now most-all of their content can also just be found on the eye. Same with a few dozen other archives.
And they have āold roms, OS systems, roms (non nintendo), comics, books, ect, ectā, but massively more than you might think just based off how this sounds. Likeā¦
They have it all.
If you want to try and homebrew alcohol, go check their stuff. If you want to try and read books that are out of print or otherwise in public domain (and some that arenāt yet in public domain), go check their stuff. If you want to run a campaign and canāt pay for expensive print tabletop books, go check their stuff. If you want to fuck off into the woods to live off the land (or research how that would work for a writing project), go check their stuff. If youāre trying to learn shit about drugs - any drugs, almost - go check their stuff.
Hell, if you want to go read what looks like literally every research paper on coronaviruses from 1968 up to Feb 2020, you can do that too!
As chickenmcnuggies said its a mess and a half to navigate through their collections, partially with how large it is and the fact quite a few folders were once whole other archives since absorbed by the eyeā¦
But goddamn you can lose an afternoon just going through all the stuff they have.
The subreddit r/freemediaheckyeah is a great resource and their index: https://fmhy.net/ has A LOT of stuff with a pretty straightforward UI. Its got free resources for pretty much anything you could want on the internet, both fully legal and dubiously legal.
The largest collection of free stuff on the internet!
I want a platformer game where youāre a frog but when you try to jump on something whoopsie doopsie flippy flappy whatās he doin now totally itās just uncontrollable hops and the only other button is ribbit
can anyone tell me the watch order for every movie ever so i can understand all references and homages
@dionrevel PLEASE share the link.
Lol sure!!
For movies, here is the beginner's list:
Beginner's guide for getting in the loop.
And the more advanced list:
Advanced guide to getting in the loop. Supplementary to "Civilization Essentials." If a movie is on this list, then it has one of these: -Po
Not all these movies are necessarily good, but the ones that gave me small pop culture epiphanies. It made me realize that 30%-40% of the jokes from modern sitcoms are references/parodies- and these movies are their source material.
^^ This is also true for socializing. So many people I thought were naturally funny were just doing movie bits.
[I actually do have a job, I am just a big fan of lists and graphs and flow charts etc.]
I wish Americans fucked with more foreign music. You donāt have to know the language to appreciate a good record. Folks in other countries listen to our music and donāt speak a lick of english. Music needs no translator
yall wont trick me into listening to kpop
You can try Radiooooo.com - The Musical Time Machine!!
choose a country, pick a decade, and GO!!
youāll get an endless streaming of songs (ad free!).
I personally found myself loving 1970s Ghana, Senegal and Cote dāIvoire! Also 1920s and 1970s Japan for sure! Cambodian music: spectacular. Love Armenia and Mali as well. Iāve been told 70s Germany is weird and 30s Algeria is cool but I havenāt gotten around to those yet. Italyās 1960s is bomb ofc but Iām biased ;)
This is the best website anyone has ever shared.
Have you ever seen a violinist going APESHIT?!
Be sure to check outĀ IAmDSharp!
GO OFFF
Ok so Iāve been playing for 18 years and iām a string teacher. Can i just say how IMPORTANT it is for young kids to see a BLACK, MALE-PRESENTING PERSON playing, nae, SHREDDING on a violin? Iāve know maybe 5 black people who played stringed instruments throughout my schooling and teaching (predumably because iām an upper middle class white woman). In districts where the population is predominantly black, funding is always low, so the instruments are crappy. Kids quit, or the program is dismantled. Iāve seen very few professional string players who are black.
Obviously there are black string players. We just donāt see them because they ādonāt look likeā string players.
This person is the real deal. They were clearly classically trained, and seems to have some fiddle training as well. How cool is that?
But also⦠RAD PLAYING MY DUDEEEE
this is the coolest guy alive actually
I think this might be the coolest thing Iāve ever seen in my life that involves a violin
Archive.org unleash a windfall of lost music
Archive.org deliver a windfall of lost music.
If youāre looking for a good way to spend the rest of your week, Archive.org have unearthed a gigantic collection of cassettes from the mid-eighties into the mid-nineties. According to their notes, the collection was saved from the archives of noise-arch.net and donated by former CKLN-FM radio host Myke Dyer in August of 2009. Due to the size and obscurity, the collection hasnāt been properly notated but is said to include cassettes ranging from ātape experimentation, industrial, avant-garde, indie, rock, DIY, subvertainment and auto-hypnotic materialsā. Head to Archive now to download the free collection.
I know that some of you will lose your minds over this.Ā
Talking of disability aids, I did get this cool spoon recently which you can use without any grip at all. It has a long handle which can be bent to fit on your arm and once you get it right it's really quite effective.
At the moment it lets me about half a meal without help (apart from putting it on) in certain situations with my arm supported, and I can even use it with my hand splints on
ID two photos showing an adaptive spoon with a long, curled grey handle. In the first Photo itās is lying on a tray next to a bowl of rice and an adapted mug. In the second it's been around echos wrist while they eat rice sat in bed with their arm supported by a pillow / end ID
( the company I got it from it's called Active hands)
Okay just checked this website out and ily op!! They have so many good aids omfg!!
Active Hands is one of my favourite sources of disability aids!
They specialise in aids for people who have upper limb impairments and have an incredible range of stuff. It was started by a quadriplegic guy who found it hard to find quality products online/ even know what products exist and itās like a treasure trove of useful things. Iāve never had a bad product from them.
The range is incredible too: they have things for hobbies (including gym equipment, fishing gear, playing card holders, gardening equipment, kayak equipment), personal care stuff (like tabletop nail clippers, things to make aerosols easier, one handed hair ties) cooking and eating stuff (one handed chopping boards, adapted cutlery of all kinds, jar and bottle openers).
I saw this tumblr post and HAD to draw it, please accept my humble A:TLA offering.
@atlaheritageposts
atla heritage post
What the flock?! such smart names!
Science should let more cartoonists name things. That how we got the thagomizer and the Rube Goldberg machines. Anyways! SHERLOCK CROWMES!!!!!
Check out my stuff!
ā§Read Namesakeā§ ā§Read Crow Timeā§ ā§Storeā§ ā§Patreonā§
āZooarium, which is like a regular zoo but everything is in tanks because the zoo is for merpeopleā is a concept I had not previously contemplated but I am absolutely delighted by it now.Ā Ā