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✨Cameron ✨ TransMasc, He/They/them pronouns, Early twenties and a healthy being ~ self content under #me #artling #madadesteartillery ... my reblog and self content blog for my depression, Aspergers and sexuality; there is no order or design? Merely free expression ~ and occasionally, Art!! ✨ https://gofund.me/ac474aa3

[madadesteartillery]

Getting the fencing replaced at home at the moment? Bit nerve wracking as it’s realistically one of the biggest home improvements to date, but the fence was nearly ready to collapse under a light breeze, so I’m really overjoyed at how it’s commencing ~ it’s possibly the last of my savings I’m using for this project, I get to share the cost of materials and labour with the adjacent neighbour who I share the fence line with, which is great! However, the other fence line is the pedestrian side and I share that with nobody, and thusly will be independent in those costs. I don’t know if it’ll be as tall as what the current posts sit at, but if it is? Boy freaking howdy ~ privacy! Is really really really hoping to have enough funds after the fencing is done to be able to pay for the guys to pave the backyard out by the decking? It’ll need more bloody bricks, and the labour costs as well, but I’m really really hopeful I’ll be financial enough to afford such an extra, as I’ll be out of work for another month yet. My gran and I are also going to Shepparton to look for tiles? As a part of my birthday Christmas present, I wanted her help to organise and get ready to tile the laundry? Her opinion and guidance as a long time home owner and several times renovator give her unique perspective on how styles change, what a classic sort of timeless style may look like, tile size and design and quality, colour ideas and layout ideas, the whole shebang ~ it’s a task I both want assistance with, but also want her specifically to be apart of? So she’ll be involved and a piece of her will live in my home forever. Had my Kate Reid session today too? Decided that I’m going to try again with Adam, going to give him a phone call and see if maybe we can, try again I guess. But other than that small hiccup, everything else has been going grouse; I go for my second T shot this Thursday, I’m hopefully gonna have a haircut and fill out my script tomorrow, additional to cleaning up and restraining my back deck, and then gran and I are going out this Friday to look at several tile places to see if we can snag any bargains and price compare, and then Jodie is coming around for dinner on Sunday! I’m really excited to show her my home? It’ll be the first time a coworker, aside from tim who’s now my Roomate, to come see my home? I wish it were a bit more put together, and the garden needs oodles of work, and it’s a bit cramped but, I am a devout and proud home owner, and this, she’s my baby this house. Every time I’m able to put lonely and effort towards maintaining, repairing or renovating any of my home? I feel an overwhelming sense of joy and pride, like, I’m doing right by the house and she knows and sees it and appreciates it, and that we kinda grow together in that way. I’m admittedly, ashamedly, nervous that my cat is bonding so well with my Roomate? I couldn’t settle trigger tonight, everything I tried tonight didn’t work and only served to aggravate him, and now he’s gonna to Tim’s room to lay there and I admit, I feel out out and miss him. I hope trigger is happy and safe, and I want to spend more time with him in a positive way? Like, I want to go on our walks again, and spend time in the front yard in the sunshine with him, and I fully intend to, after the fencing is done and secure and trigger can safely come outside. Just, waiting, hopefully, for the rest of this week to pass and for my nerves about being replaced in triggers eyes, to subside, to allow my jealousy to ease, and to come out the other side appreciative for what I do have; a loving family, a beautiful home, and a very very good life

Ps I’m sick of seeing the trumpet party advertising on local television against trans people being under age or allowed to interact with anybody underage, cause we exist in the same space which is society, and trans people are gonna be in crossover paths, they’re gonna be teachers or teachers aides and we’re gonna be therapists or in local sports and we’re allowed to exist in society and engage in society without being a threat to children because we’re not inherently dangerous as a class of people, and every time I see that ad it makes me angry. I didn’t know I was trans until I was an adult, but I think if a child knows and maintains a consistent expression of dysphoria and it’s safest and in their best interest to at least have a puberty blocker, or to have access to medical intervention to allow them the time before puberty hits them, to discover what makes them happiest in their skin? It’s cruel to deny that.

I was able to talk with Kate today about how to safely navigate coming out in my workplace setting? Which is to say, we discussed about social norms and social rules on what it’s likely other people will notice, observe and then remark upon, and how I’m allowed to respond to these things? My surgery won’t be really noticeable to my coworkers cause I have never once come into my workplace without my binder, they’ve known me as effectively flat since I began working three years ago? And my surgery now just means I’m able to maintain that same flatness, just with ease upon myself to achieve it. It’ll be my voice dropping, or subtle face changes to give a more masculine appearance that’ll be most noticeable for them, and I’m still figuring out how I’ll get through that, but yeah. Small steps

[madadesteartillery]

Back fence is nearly done ~~ finishing up tomorrow, then they’re taking a break from fences for a week and helping around the garden, then week after that will be the final fencing ~ I’m so happy ✨

[madadesteartillery]

Getting the fencing replaced at home at the moment? Bit nerve wracking as it’s realistically one of the biggest home improvements to date, but the fence was nearly ready to collapse under a light breeze, so I’m really overjoyed at how it’s commencing ~ it’s possibly the last of my savings I’m using for this project, I get to share the cost of materials and labour with the adjacent neighbour who I share the fence line with, which is great! However, the other fence line is the pedestrian side and I share that with nobody, and thusly will be independent in those costs. I don’t know if it’ll be as tall as what the current posts sit at, but if it is? Boy freaking howdy ~ privacy! Is really really really hoping to have enough funds after the fencing is done to be able to pay for the guys to pave the backyard out by the decking? It’ll need more bloody bricks, and the labour costs as well, but I’m really really hopeful I’ll be financial enough to afford such an extra, as I’ll be out of work for another month yet. My gran and I are also going to Shepparton to look for tiles? As a part of my birthday Christmas present, I wanted her help to organise and get ready to tile the laundry? Her opinion and guidance as a long time home owner and several times renovator give her unique perspective on how styles change, what a classic sort of timeless style may look like, tile size and design and quality, colour ideas and layout ideas, the whole shebang ~ it’s a task I both want assistance with, but also want her specifically to be apart of? So she’ll be involved and a piece of her will live in my home forever. Had my Kate Reid session today too? Decided that I’m going to try again with Adam, going to give him a phone call and see if maybe we can, try again I guess. But other than that small hiccup, everything else has been going grouse; I go for my second T shot this Thursday, I’m hopefully gonna have a haircut and fill out my script tomorrow, additional to cleaning up and restraining my back deck, and then gran and I are going out this Friday to look at several tile places to see if we can snag any bargains and price compare, and then Jodie is coming around for dinner on Sunday! I’m really excited to show her my home? It’ll be the first time a coworker, aside from tim who’s now my Roomate, to come see my home? I wish it were a bit more put together, and the garden needs oodles of work, and it’s a bit cramped but, I am a devout and proud home owner, and this, she’s my baby this house. Every time I’m able to put lonely and effort towards maintaining, repairing or renovating any of my home? I feel an overwhelming sense of joy and pride, like, I’m doing right by the house and she knows and sees it and appreciates it, and that we kinda grow together in that way. I’m admittedly, ashamedly, nervous that my cat is bonding so well with my Roomate? I couldn’t settle trigger tonight, everything I tried tonight didn’t work and only served to aggravate him, and now he’s gonna to Tim’s room to lay there and I admit, I feel out out and miss him. I hope trigger is happy and safe, and I want to spend more time with him in a positive way? Like, I want to go on our walks again, and spend time in the front yard in the sunshine with him, and I fully intend to, after the fencing is done and secure and trigger can safely come outside. Just, waiting, hopefully, for the rest of this week to pass and for my nerves about being replaced in triggers eyes, to subside, to allow my jealousy to ease, and to come out the other side appreciative for what I do have; a loving family, a beautiful home, and a very very good life

Ps I’m sick of seeing the trumpet party advertising on local television against trans people being under age or allowed to interact with anybody underage, cause we exist in the same space which is society, and trans people are gonna be in crossover paths, they’re gonna be teachers or teachers aides and we’re gonna be therapists or in local sports and we’re allowed to exist in society and engage in society without being a threat to children because we’re not inherently dangerous as a class of people, and every time I see that ad it makes me angry. I didn’t know I was trans until I was an adult, but I think if a child knows and maintains a consistent expression of dysphoria and it’s safest and in their best interest to at least have a puberty blocker, or to have access to medical intervention to allow them the time before puberty hits them, to discover what makes them happiest in their skin? It’s cruel to deny that.

I was able to talk with Kate today about how to safely navigate coming out in my workplace setting? Which is to say, we discussed about social norms and social rules on what it’s likely other people will notice, observe and then remark upon, and how I’m allowed to respond to these things? My surgery won’t be really noticeable to my coworkers cause I have never once come into my workplace without my binder, they’ve known me as effectively flat since I began working three years ago? And my surgery now just means I’m able to maintain that same flatness, just with ease upon myself to achieve it. It’ll be my voice dropping, or subtle face changes to give a more masculine appearance that’ll be most noticeable for them, and I’m still figuring out how I’ll get through that, but yeah. Small steps

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[everyframeapainting20]

Miyazaki’s visual storytelling thrives on a sense of flatness that doesn’t diminish but rather enriches his worlds. By compressing the layers of his compositions—merging the foreground’s details, middle ground’s action, and background’s context—he crafts images that feel like living illustrations. Take the Warawara swarming with dishes in "The Boy and the Heron" or the jubilant feast scene in "Spirited Away" : both are packed with vibrant details, yet the visual plane feels collapsed, like a tableau unfolding all at once. This "flatness" isn't a flaw but a deliberate technique, pulling us into the frame as if we’re unrolling a scroll of visual wonder. It’s not depth that Miyazaki aims for—it’s a sheer density of storytelling in every frame, a reminder that 2D animation’s strength lies in its ability to immerse without imitating.

[madadesteartillery]

Looking forward to the guys returning to my place to continue on with the back garden and fence line? I saved enough money to be able to afford to replace the back fence I share with the neighbour, and also the side fence that I have all on my own, but the shared fence side, she wants to wait till march to get everything organised which I can understand, so I’m just waiting ~ I hope to venture down the street tomorrow? And in that regard, I want to make little cups to hold my aquatic plants in for my aquarium, cause the snails are digging them up, little shit heads ~ I want to take some water down to test the nitrate levels again but it isn’t due for a few more days, but my goal for tomorrow is to go down the street, and find some suction cups, and maybe some super glue, and make some submersible holders I can graft my plants onto ~ and I would love to get a couple more plants, as tbh, they’ve eaten most of these ones… I was hoping to get some fish, but I honestly think it may be better to wait another week yet, until I’m a bit better too

[madadesteartillery]

Finally took off my binder to have a look see at my incisions? They’re a bit scary but it’s fucking crazy to behold, my chest looks like a thirteen year old boys 😅😅 which makes sense cause it’s just what it’s gonna be until I can start exercising, but the miracle of flatness is fucking bananas, tbh the most I want right now is the ability to have a shower and feel clean? I’ve been using wipes and stuff and just wetting my hair to comb it, but I want a fully body scrub over, with soap suds and maybe to wash my hair, and I know I’m not ready for that and the most important thing right now is to not overdo it, to keep my incisions dry and clean, and I am doing both those things and I know I’ll be able to return to more normality it’s just, taking it easy is really hard for me 😅 I move at such a pace that didn’t allow for genuine rest or recovery beforehand, more so just, enough sleep to be functional and then keep on keeping on? So to have so much rest and not be at the point to be able to do the stuff I want to is, pretty wild not gonna lie. I’m due for my second T shot in another three weeks, I really, really want to me more mobile by then? I want to be driving, and maybe trying to go for a bike ride? I don’t own a bike, but I want to ~

[madadesteartillery]

Got back from my top surgery past few days, they’ve been mostly a blur between pain relief, food and sleep, but it’s been good so far ~ I have some padding over my incision scars, and the little puff button things for my nipples, so I don’t scrape or Knick them on anything and tear the incisions open… the feeling that I won’t have to wear a binder again after this? Is insane. My tattoos over my shoulders are visible now? Which they never have been, and it makes me want to get another back tattoo, or to get a chest tattoo, in another twelve months after my healing is well under way.

I’d already lost, about five kilos? Before my surgery? I didn’t realise I’d been losing weight till Nina pointed it out, that I was looking a bit too skinny, and now since my surgery I haven’t weighed myself yet, but I think it’ll be closer to fifty five than sixty anymore. I really am excited to get into exercise after I heal! Now I won’t have the dysmorphia during my exercise, I think I’ll be more confident to engage in a bike ride, or a run, or swimming or literally anything ~~~ I really really want to work on my strength, in the essence of weight training? I want to be able to do chin ups on a bar, I want to be strong, and I know it’ll take a long time to heal and to be able to get up there, but I’m day dreaming about the things I’ll be capable of doing soon ~

I’ve got eight weeks off of work, I saved all my sick days from the last three years and I have my medical certificate so I can use them all, then I’ll still have my annual leave that I’ve also been saving to supplement any extra time not covered by my sick leave? I’ve been, patient, and focused, and driven and I have been slaving away to get this organised for a long time now. I’ve been working two jobs, for four days a week I’ve been working sixteen hours, and then the rest of the week I’ve been at either one or the other job, I’ve been surviving on a single “day off” consisting of maybe ten hours of daylight and awake time before having to be back in bed and asleep again so I have enough energy to return to work for my next shift. I’m a driven young man, but this has taken a huge toll on me? I’m really hoping to get my rest in, I’ve got my mental health appointments all lined up, I’ve got my post op appointment down in Melbourne next Wednesday, and I just, wanted to share this? I don’t have the energy to write in my journal at the moment, having poor handwriting while I’m a bit out of it distracts me from actually writing, but I thought that this would be nice, to use my blog for the first time in literally years, to share that after all this time, I finally fucking made it.

I also got onto my hormone treatments? That also took a long, long while, and ironically enough, the hardest part? Wasn’t even the waiting list or the mental health checklist or the cost of them, the hardest part was finding a doctor who would do the injection. I rang the doctors offices in Benalla, all of them, and asked if they were taking new patients, and they said yes! Absolutely! What was it regarding? Deep pause, ah, I have injections that need to be administered by a doctor? And then it was like a script, cause they all proceeded in the same way? They asked what the injection was, I tried to say it was just a medical thing and could I book the appointment to discuss it with the doctor, and the receptionist would say no, they needed the name of the medication so they could be fully informed, and then the moment I said it was testosterone, they reacted the same way? Which was, they did a one eighty, and apparently all of a sudden their books wouldn’t be open to new patients for at least several months, so sorry. I have been angry about it, sad about it, furious about it. So! I bit the bullet, and made an online booking appointment with the first available doctor from my old doctors office in Euroa, same town as my grandma lives in, where everybody talks and it will eventually get back to her, but they accepted my booking and the doctor I got is here for rural placement and has been the only doctor to have looked at my prescription, said sure, no worries! And then jabbed me in the butt ~ because she’s Muslim and only here for a short, maybe twelve months, stay, I’m hoping she won’t fall into the gossip circle and mistreat my medical information in the same way most small town practises do. I’m due for my second shot in the upcoming weeks, so that’s really cool.

So! To summarise; top surgery commenced, I am at home in recovery for the next eight weeks, I have started my hormone treatments since finding a doctor to administer my shots, I have a new Roomate that I actually work with down at the bakery and he’s pretty chill and v nice, trigger is doing well, I’m getting the back and side fence replaced within the next month, and they’re helping to do other garden work to make my home more honestly on the outside too, I’m looking after my mental health as best I can, my grandad is deteriorating more and more in the nursing home, my grandma did not support my surgery and does not know about my hormones - but I still love her and we’re trying to find common ground - I haven’t spoken to my father since October? September? Last year. And I am fully planning on sleeping as much as I physically can in these next few weeks, for my body, and for my mind as I feel I’ve earned it. I deserve this break, my body needs it, but I myself have done the work and struggled and persevered, and I’ve earned it.

[hedgehog-moss]

I don't often think of issues in terms of generations, e.g boomers vs. millennials, but one thing that does correlate with your generation (in my family at least) is how you feel about unkempt grass. Never had someone from my generation or younger have a negative opinion about the tall grass around my house, while relatives from my parents' generation are so bothered by it. They keep offering to mow when they visit, or even do it as a nice surprise, taking it for granted that everyone wants their grass to be 3cm tall. There are beaten paths from my house to the barn, the coop, etc. so it's not like you're wading through a sea of grass to get there, but that's not enough, the mere presence of untrimmed grass near a human dwelling is offensive and unaesthetic. They'll accept some of my arguments in favour of it but then add "it doesn't look nice though" like that's an established fact and not an opinion...

There's a moral element to it too, like letting nature do its thing is perceived as lazy. Also I once tried to say I find the wildflowers under my window as nice-looking as neat flower beds would be and my uncle said "it makes it look like no one lives there" so maybe it's an existential thing. Affirm your presence in the world by cutting the pre-existing flowers and planting your own. I don't know, I'm not sure what made that generation so hostile to natural-looking vegetation but I'm glad this stance doesn't seem nearly as widely shared among younger people.

[hedgehog-moss]

I didn’t realise this until adulthood but handmade birthday piñatas are the apex of parental devotion. I spent the week cooking for my ravenous teenage cousins and felt a bit crestfallen at times that I was spending so long making something that was going to disappear within minutes—but with piñatas it’s so much worse, they exist to be savagely maimed. Year after year my father asked his kids what shape they wanted this year’s piñatas to be and he spent weeks painstakingly making them in the basement after work, only to watch a bunch of oversugared bat-wielding kids gleefully destroy them in less than 10 minutes. 

I mentioned this to him and he said he remembered researching tarantula anatomy for the giant spider piñata I asked for when I was 4, trying to make the fangs the right shape and to cut the crepe paper into very thin ribbons so the thing would look appropriately fuzzy, and I was like “and I don’t even remember it because I was four!! spending so long building a beautiful object only so your kids will have fun destroying it, knowing they won’t even remember it, is such a selfless endeavour” and he said “my other motivation was that you said you wanted the spider to look real & scary so the kids at your birthday party would be terrified of it and you’d get to scoop up all the candy and I wanted to support your slyness & ambition”

[madadesteartillery]

The interest is nearly as expensive as the mortgage itself now. I’m actually starting to get terrified. Nina suggested making art to sell? I don’t know if I have the drive to do that, but I think I’m going to have to try it. I don’t know, I think it’ll definitely be a flop but, and I haven’t drawn in years, but I don’t have anything else to sell. I’m down to one hundred and fifty a week for the next month, which will get me through. Woohoo for living on instant ramen and tuna tins.

[mysharona1987]

Influencer Parents and The Kids Who Had Their Childhood Made Into Content

“Nothing they do now is going to take back the years of work I had to put in.”

Yeah, influencer parents are the worst.

[catchymemes]

[agoddamnedrayofsunshine]

No but it really can be this simple sometimes.

The "enrichment in the enclosure" meme has a lot of truth to it. We need to shake things up a bit to keep happy. It doesn't have to be big, but if you ever feel stagnant or a little bluh try going on a walk on a route you haven't been in or something. It really does help.

[somevirtualnolife]

the kicker is he was being asked if his work was coming from the approach of man vs. nature aka “THE ENVIRONMENT STRIKES BACK” but no. his literal words were along the lines of “sharks are not very scary if you are never in the water so i had to make them scarier, and now they have legs.”

[cookingwithroxy]

Junji Ito has the best fucking take on horror, which is ‘wouldn’t that be weird’ and then he draws it into the most terrifying thing possible.

[virgoiscariot]

[the-uncalm-nipples]

One of his strangest stories is about a cursed type of honey that, when ingested, is guaranteed to be the best thing you’ve ever tasted. But, if you consume it, you have a 25% of being flattened like a pancake by a giant tree demon. Characters eat it, get addicted, and that addiction forces them to risk it over and over again until they eventually get turned into a gory puddle by this ghost tree thing. 

It’s a weird story, but the funny part is that Ito wrote it because he thought it would suck to be a mosquito.

[v9z-deactivated20201221]

rb this with ur opinion on this shade of pink:

[inkwingart]

This is magenta, and not pink. Unlike pink, magenta doesn’t actually exist. Our brain just invents magenta to serve as what it considers a logical bridge between red and violet, which each exist at opposite ends of a linear spectrum.

TL;DR this color is fake (and also I hate it)

[achromic-red-dreams-doze-angrily]

w

what

[achromic-red-dreams-doze-angrily]

im

[pococurantina]

[shaaknaa]

Wait til you learn about Stygean Blue

[pyrrhiccomedy]

Your brain is a badly-designed hot mess of bootstrapped chemistry that will tell you that all kinds of shit is happening that has no correlation to physical reality, including time travel. It just makes things up. Your brain is guessing about what’s happening when your eyes saccade, what’s happening in your blind spot, and what the majority of the visible light spectrum looks like, and you don’t know it’s happening because it doesn’t aid your survival to become aware that a lot of what you see is fake.

The human eye only has three types of color sensitive cones, which detect red, blue, and green light. Your brain is making up every other color you perceive.

Let’s have a little fun with that thought. This is the visible spectrum of light.

You will of course note that yellow is on the chart. Yellow has a discreet wavelength, and is therefore a distinct physical color. But we can’t see it.

“Sorry, what the fuck?”

What we call yellow is just what our brain shrugs and spits out when our red and green cones are equally stimulated. We have light receptors that can pick up on the physical spectrum of light we call yellow: that’s why yellow things don’t just look like moving black blocks to us. But your brain has no fucking idea what the color yellow looks like. 

Some animals have eyes that can perceive the color yellow! Goldfish have a yellow cone in their eyes. If they could talk, they could tell us what yellow looks like. But we wouldn’t be able to understand it.

What your brain actually sees of the color spectrum:

We can measure the wavelength of light, so we know that when we see ‘yellow,’ we are seeing light in that 550-ish nanometers range. But we don’t have a cone in our eyes that can pick that up. Your brain just has a very consistent guess about what color that wavelength of light could be. We decided to name that guess ‘yellow.’ We can’t imagine what yellow really looks like any more than a dog can imagine the color red.

Here’s the funny thing: your brain is never perceiving just one photon of light at a time. Something like 2*10⁸ photons per second are hitting your retina under normal conditions. Your brain doesn’t individually process all of them. So it averages them out. It grabs a bunch of photons all coming from the same direction, with the same pattern, and goes, “yeah, that cup is blue, fuck it, next.”

That’s how colors blend in our eyes. So sure, if a photon of light with a wavelength of 550 nanometers bounces into our eyes, we see what we call “yellow.” But if we see two photons at the same time, coming from the same object, one of which is 500 nms and the other of which is 600 nms, your brain will average them out and you will still see yellow even though none of the light you just saw was 550 nms.

So how does magenta factor into this?

Well, as we’ve just established, when your brain sees light from two different slices of the visible light spectrum, it will try to just average them together. Green plus red is yellow, fuck it. If it’s more red than green, we’ll call that ‘orange.’ Literally who gives a shit, we’re trying to forage over here. There are bears out here and it’s so scary.

What happens if you take the average of blue and red light, which we perceive to be magenta? What’s the centerpoint of that line?

Fucking green.

Hey, that’s not gonna work? We live on a planet where EVERYTHING IS GREEN. If something is NOT green, that means it’s either food, or a potential source of danger, and either way your brain wants you to know about it.

So your brain goes, WHOOPS. Okay - this is fine. We already made up yellow, orange, cyan, and violet. We’ll just make up another color. Something that looks really, really different from green. 

And so it made up magenta.

So, physics-wise, is magenta “real?”

No; there’s no single wavelength of light that corresponds to magenta. But you’re rarely seeing only a single wavelength of light anyway. And even when you are, every color other than RGB is a dart thrown on the wall by your meat computer. This is the CIE Chromaticity Diagram:

Explaining this thing is a little more than I want to take on on a Saturday morning, but I’ve included a link above that goes into it a little more. The point is that only the colors that actually touch the ‘outline’ of the shape actually correspond to a specific wavelength of light. All of the other colors are blends of multiple wavelengths. So magenta isn’t special.

Given that color is just a fun trick your brain is playing on you to help you find food and avoid danger, is magenta real?

Yeah, absolutely. Or at least, it’s just as real as most of what we see. It’s what we see when we mix up blue and red. It would be disastrous from a survival standpoint to perceive that color as green, so we don’t. Because it’s not green. Light that’s green has a wavelength of around 510 nm. Stuff that’s magenta bounces back light that is both ~400 and ~700. Your brain knows the difference. So it fills in the gap for you, with the best guess it has, same as it does with your blind spot.

The perception of color exists within your brain, and your brain says you see magenta. So you see magenta.

[atopfourthwall]

[humanpersonface]

So I googled Stygian Blue and…

Yall.

FORBIDDEN.

[the-aro-ace-arrow-ace]

HOW TO SEE THE FORBIDDEN COLOURS

[bunjywunjy]

Hyperbolic Orange is the color my soul is

[crittizen]

Dark tumblr show me the forbidden colors

[simonalkenmayer]

We are back on this again.

[ladyruetha]

My brain hurts.

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

i fucking love the human brain, it’s like if bethesda made an animal

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

bc of my crack fic people have been sending me every manner of Grinch x Tony the Tiger headcanon……who wants to hear the one that finally snapped me like a tennis player’s tendon

[deliriousdumbosdrinkingdilemma]

Please

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

ok so if the grinch and tony had a kid, it would probably be

have weird fur and an unsettling appearance (like the grinch)

be orange and into sports (tony)

so that child would be Gritty

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

I’ve never derived an iota of joy from this website and I truly don’t know why i’m still here

[yellowbuggie]

[yellowbuggie]

I am ashamed to say that I put a lot of effort into this….

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

holy. fucking. STARS.

[yellowbuggie]

Whoops my hand slipped….

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

how have you done this…..why have you done it…..

[yellowbuggie]

I can’t stop

[yellowbuggie]

Look at the kids run! 

[yellowbuggie]

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

Happy Grinch Day, Chapter 4 of the GRINCH X TONY THE TIGER FIX-IT FIC is up!

[aloha-from-angel]

I couldn’t breathe when I saw these…

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

Parent Trap but Gritty and the Lorax try to reunite Tony & the Grinch

[banana-the-hyena-deactivated202]

Everytime I see this thread show up on my dash it’s in more depth and more developed. I didn’t think we could reach these levels of insanity but here we are.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

buddy have you SEEN my tags:

#also the Lorax has ‘the’ in front of their name just like The Grinch so it’s a family thing  #WAIT WAIT WAIT  #this implies that after the breakup the Grinch raised the Lorax while Tony raised Gritty. Tony the Cereal Sports Mascot raised Gritty the Hockey Mascot. this makes Complete Sense  #Grinch likes solitude and nature and hates waste and commercialism–traits passed onto the Lorax  #Tony is obnoxiously extroverted and loves sports and is a Famous Pop Cultural Mascot. Gritty followed in his father’s footsteps…

[thesaltofcarthage]

I love everyone on this blue hellsite

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

I weep rivers that will one day carve canyons

[cosmicwar]

why did they ever even attempt to try and make another actor wear a white-blonde wig after orlando bloom in the lotr trilogy. don’t they understand that we peaked 20 years ago and everything else has looked like shit after that

[cosmicwar]

it’s about the texture it’s about the stray hairs it’s about the color dimension

[assessthatdress]

reasons for this:

lotr used really really REALLY good, custom-made wigs. we're talking full lace, hand-tied, human hair wigs.

a good wig like this takes expert skills and time to make and can cost thousands and THOUSANDS of $$. In a fantasy production where each of the main cast needs at least several wigs during the production due to styling needs, damage, continuity issues etc. the cost of those wigs $ can add up.

Most human hair for wigs comes from Asia and is bleached and then dyed to the desired end-color. Lifting black or nearly black hair to pale blond and then toning it causes a lot of damage to the hair - meaning that even if the end color is good, the hair can still look processed and "crunchy". This can stand out in a fantasy production where stuff like people's hair is supposed to look 'natural'.

Wigs can also look less natural if the texture of the hair doesn't match the person wearing it - LOTR used virgin northern european hair for their wigs (this is some of the most expensive $$ hair to source for wigmaking, especially in the lengths they needed), which means the texture is more "natural" for the (almost entirely) white cast, and tends to have more 'natural' dimension in tone and color as the hair underwent a lot less processing before it ended up on the actors.

Additionally, some wigs are synthetic, or a mix of human & synthetic hair, and while there are very nice synthetic wigs, it's very hard to give them those natural whispy flyaways stray hairs, and natural hairline that make a great wig seamless.

really all of these reasons can be summed up as: 💰 budget 💰 budget 💰 budget

tl;dr: Despite production budgets for big film & tv absolutely EXPLODING in the past 20+ years, that $ isn't being allocated to actual crafts & craftspeople.

[sinsear-aisteach]

and another thing: no child should ever be made fun of for things they love especially by their parents

[sinsear-aisteach]

it should go without saying but apparently it needs to be said over and over and over again because every time i hear my mom tease my sister for playing wolfquest, every time i hear a teacher tease a kid for doodling, every time i hear a babysitter laugh at a kid explaining the plot of a show they like, it drives a fuckin stake through my heart because i was that kid once.

i was made fun of enough times by adults, by peers, for liking something and wanting to share it that i just. didn’t. anymore. 

dont fucking tease kids for liking things. even if you think its cringe. ESPECIALLY. if you think its cringe. because the way you speak and act towards them when they are sharing themselves with you STICKS and they will think of it years down the line.

BE NICE TO KIDS. BE NICE TO KIDS. LISTEN WHEN THEY SPEAK TO YOU. BE. FUCKING. NICE. TO. KIDS.

[corollarytower]

I was a substitute teacher for a little while between grad schools, and one day I had a middle school math class for the morning. The work they were assigned wasn’t *especially* hard, and one little girl knocked it out in 20 minutes. She started drawing what was very obviously Sans Undertale, and when I noticed I wanted to be supportive, and had the following exchange:

“What’s that you’re drawing?”

*panicking* “It’s nothing, I’m sorry, I’ll put it away.”

“No it’s okay, I was just curious about it.”

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“You’re not in trouble, I just thought it looked like a character from a video game I like.”

Her face *lit up* the second I gave her the smallest bit of approval. She started asking me if I’d heard of various AUs for Undertale, and I tried to follow along as she explained her favorites. I obviously had to keep an eye on the rest of the class, answering questions and helping with algebra, but each time I passed her desk she had more things to tell me.

Anyway, it was very cute, but also a little sad how obviously starved she was for someone kind to talk about her stories with. Kids deserve to have someone in their corner, and it takes no effort at all to smile and listen if they have something they want to share. Preserve the earnestness you want to see in the world.

[redvelvetcat]

Making fun of children for being “cringe”, especially when you’re an adult is cringey in of itself. Like, how insecure and pathetic do you have to be to shit on kids for *gasp* liking things kids like? Cringe Culture and bullying people for their interests is fucking stupid and nearly all the people I knew who take part in that type of behaviour are the most insufferable and nasty mfs I’ve ever met.