i'm mossy!

queer + trans! she/they - adult! https://mossyisme.carrd.co/

[ampervadasz]

[h-nry]

[uncharacter-istically]

useful gif for when you engage with your special interests

[pepperstreak]

Damn good movie

[bruno-has-definitely-deactivate]

[theceoofcatsinc]

Simon turned the iron lung into his personal microwave by spamming the picture button

[pukicho]

Couldn't imagine loving an english person. "Blimey that's a wedding ring, 'innit" - like come on, get it together

[burning-britain-official]

Couldn't imagine loving an American person.

"Boy, howdy, that's a weddin' ring. Well, I'd be damb" - like come on, get it together

[pukicho]

Let me have this. Look at the state of my country. Let me have this.

[clownkiss3r]

learning a lot toda✍️y

[daughter-of-sapph0]

if trans women have high rates of unemployment and lower rates of pay and higher rates of houselessness

and so many of them rely desperately on mutual aid and donations from very generous people online

and they're then banned, not because of any actual real violation of rules, but because of mass harassment campaigns and transphobic moderators to the point that the owner will stalk you and try to doxx you for being trans

then yes. i will say that a trans woman having her blog deleted is a less direct but still intentional attack on her life

[daughter-of-sapph0]

tme people wont understand this. they dont see how losing your blog is such a big deal. they find it ridiculous that anyone would mourn a deleted account

because they dont understand how your online presence may be the only way to find anyone who supports you. for many trans women, they have Absolutely No One irl who supports them. transphobic family. toxic roommates. or maybe theyre just completely homeless. its very likely that there is no one to help or support them or even just to tell them that trans women deserve love

so deleting these blogs, removing these connections and having these women loose their friends and what is likely their only source of income is, in fact, tantamount to murder

[estrogenesis-eeveeangelion]

Social murder - Wikipedia

"bUt OnLiNe IsN't ReAl LiFe" you only say that when it's convenient. it's almost 2026 you clown

[dogpuppy]

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

i constantly fucking forget i installed this extension and i almost never send emails so every time it happens i get massively jumpscared i damn near pissed myself

[oldbutchdanielmolloy]

omg you people can do anything

[passion-of-l0vers]

caramel frappe give me the strength to clean my room

[passion-of-l0vers]

caramel frappe PLEASE

[passion-of-l0vers]

#this art is so evocative. it feels like a goya painting 

thank you so much this is the highest compliment

[tintheelvenking]

OP did a lovely job with this piece. The pose they picked is a difficult one to do correctly and dynamically- the doubling over is hard to illustrate without making it look weird or poorly drawn, the low seat of the “pelvis” making the figure dip down lower (to emphasize the clutching motion of the hands) is a hard perspective to imagine without a reference. I liked the way OP chose to draw the shoulders, evoking both the hunching of shoulders that would be present in a fleshier painting and drawing out the strong, dynamic curve of the body.

The blood, the desperate clutch, the crying and the pose all suggest something religious, making the post all the more impactful with its drawing- The caramel frappe does not answer the subject, just as God does not answer the subjects of paintings who depicted the same theme.

It’s also intriguing where OP chose to put details. In amostly minimalist creation, the (relatively) detailed frappe, hands, and face guides your eyes in a a dynamic way- from the frappe to the face, then follows the line of the body out to the end of the legs- making the art more interesting to the eye.

I have a theory about the colors that I’m not sure is true, but I think the subject being black and white separates it from the frappe, which is fully colored. The blood, neither frappe nor person colored, acts as a connector between the two– the only ways the two subjects can connect are through touch and sight, both of which causes the human subject pain. Then again, I may be reading into things too much idk

[passion-of-l0vers]

okay this is my favorite comment on this entire post

[maxisamagician]

The most Mark thing about Iron Lung was the way he voluntarily put himself in an iron box that shook him around violently like rice in a rattle. No wonder he went to the hospital he had me feeling concussed just looking at him.

[i-am-but-a-beta-fish]

eva: oh hey you're back early

simon: ocean's haunted

eva: what?

simon: *cocks radiation gun* ocean's haunted

[kat-witha-k]

[starbittie]

i’ve seen a lot of people talking about the pacing of iron lung, and i kinda think that people are overlooking that the pacing is the point.

movies right now are absolutely terrified of silence. every spare second is crammed with motion and noise and information. there’s always something new to look at, something new to process. look here. now here. don’t blink. don’t breathe. it’s constant stimulation. there’s no room left for a moment to land before the next one is already gone.

there’s good sci fi horror out there that do silence and restraint well. i can immediately think of under the skin, annihilation, and ex machina. sometimes the silence is the point. personally i think iron lung works in that lineage.

this isn’t a movie that will let you sit there and passively consume. this is a movie full of visual and audial clues waiting for you to unravel them. this is a movie that wants you to notice your breathing. to feel the silence press in until it’s oppressive.

isolation is the movie. it’s you alone with your thoughts, with time stretching and warping, with nothing to distract you from the constant dread creeping in. it’s not the monsters out there that you’re afraid of. not the constant drip, drip, drip of impending doom. but you, alone, in an endless sea of red.

can you count your breaths in the silence? can you hear your heart beating in your ears? can you live with yourself?

that’s iron lung to me.

[crippled-peeper]

people who have never grown food for sustenance or to supplement their diet have such an extreme view of it. I guess that’s what happens when generations of people are living lives completely divorced from cultivation, harvesting, processing, slaughtering. in theory they believe it’s the easiest thing ever - that it should come naturally to every human ever born, simply because you’re a human. then you ask them if they would ever kill a chicken hypothetically, and they act like you shot their pet in front of them.

[moniquill]

The first time I saw a deer up close was in my grandfather’s back yard; I was about four years old. I don’t remember the reason that my mom dropped me off at my grandfather’s house for an afternoon, but I know that it was unplanned - because he was in the middle of processing a deer. It had been field dressed, organs already removed, and was hanging by its ankle tendons from the t-shaped steel pole at one end of the backyard clothesline. I was startled, worried, concerned that the animal was hurt. There was blood! There was flesh!

My grandfather responded by calmly explaining what he was doing, step by step. Explaining why he was skinning the deer, and quartering it, taking it from this https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White-tailed_deer to this https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venison

By the time he was cooking tenderloin medallions and plating them up to me with grape jelly (don’t knock grape jelly on meat until you’ve tried it!) and instant mashed potatoes, I wasn’t startled or concerned anymore. I had a deeper understanding of the way the world worked, of my role as a consumer, a predator. Of the responsibilities that entailed. I couldn’t have explained it then, of course, with my 4-year-old mind and vocabulary - but Philosophy had been set into motion. This is a core memory for me. 

I did not have nightmares about the butchered deer. 

More people should be introduced, as little children, to their place in the ecosystem and the responsibilities that entails.

[what-even-is-thiss]

I’ve never personally butchered anything but my family used to grow some of our own vegetables when I was a kid. Corn, squash, tomatoes, peppers, herbs, etc. we even tried grinding our own flour for a little bit but that didn’t last long because if you’ve ever ground flour by hand you understand.

People have such a romantic view of farming and growing food but a lot of my summers as a kid was spent trying to come up with ways to stop birds from eating our vegetables, planting other plants and releasing insects to keep other insects away, and pulling weeds.

Food doesn’t just sit there all pretty growing in the sun. Everything wants to steal it away from you. Agriculture even on a small scale is a never ending battle against insects, other plants stealing water and sunlight, birds, small mammals. You are not the only one who wants the fruits of your labor.

It’s important to remember that. Every tomato you eat is one that survived the never ending assault of insects and birds.