Why not

[infinitebutthurt]

There is nothing funnier to me than the fact that DJ Khaled announced that he wouldn't eat pussy then less than a week later did THIS at an owl performance

[raptorific]

I want you to know that I was in the live audience for this and not only was it very obvious that nobody told him what he was performing at (which is why he kept saying shit like "WHEN I WAS ASKED TO PERFORM AT... THIS EVENT. I KNEW I HAD TO BE PART OF IT!") but this man does not know how to work a crowd of people who are not already fans of his. It was absolutely dead silence from the crowd. At one point he yelled "WHEN I SAY DJ, YOU SAY KHALED! DJ!" and awaited a response that did not come from absolutely anyone, and then, by some desperate hope, once again yelled "DJ!" and someone yelled back "WHY DON'T YOU EAT PUSSY" and it was so quiet otherwise that it would've been impossible for him to not hear it. However uncomfortable the broadcast of this was, the live performance was a thousand times worse. If I were a famous musician and ever gotten an audience reception that bad, I would retire from the public eye completely and forever

[raptorific]

@miah-but-horny

Sorry you somehow find it unbelievable that someone online went to a sporting event and heard someone yell something funny at the stage, but this one's real. Here's a photograph I took from the audience:

Here's a photograph of me, in the audience, with a cosplayer working the event:

Here's a timestamped screenshot of me describing this terrible performance to my girlfriend, live from the audience:

Here's my ticket to the event with sensitive information about my friend who bought it redacted out:

So if you have some doubt that in a stadium full of 20,000 nerds, almost all of whom knew DJ Khaled ONLY from the Eating Pussy discourse that had literally just happened, one of them loudly referenced it during his performance, that's a YOU problem.

[citrineghost]

Absolutely SLAMMED with those receipts

[puyogho]

Girl in the red kimono

[myblogwhereipostthings1]

I finally finished my essay on song meanings and it came out at 15 pages, but it is actually good (and not like the scribbling that I posted before), so I’m very reluctant to post it. But here is just a note to say that I did it

[myblogwhereipostthings1]

I literally just realised that I’m an INFP who’s over-using Te due to stress lmaooooooooo

[myblogwhereipostthings1]

I think that the hardest thing for me lately is finding someone who doesn’t have a reductive view of sex or image. Like you can only be ‘one’ thing or you can only be ‘ugly’ or ‘pretty’ instead of ‘ugly sometimes, pretty sometimes.’ 

Or you’re a ‘good girl who’ll be sexually abused by me’ or ‘freaky and fake.’ The sexual and emotional spectrum literally spans decades, accents, words, cultures, touches, clothes, facial features, contexts, themes, emotional truths and vulnerabilities. It is so wide and big and yet people reduce it to post-1980s Western pornography. 

I think that’s why I’ve been finding it hard to talk to people lately. I just don’t like how the status quo in the West treats women or other cultures and I don’t like how it treats a lot of things and I’m just tired and I’m exhausted. It’s been hard for me to talk about things lately. I feel tired.

[myblogwhereipostthings1]

Thoughts From My Brain

Haven’t been able to connect with anyone in a year since I realised that the soul does not have a skin

Thinking back on childhood memories of my parents destroying my artwork and how they wouldn’t give a fuck even if I mentioned it today, so I’ve been drinking and saying nothing

 Now, I feel better from the alcohol

I’m so good on alcohol

My dash is full of positive things

Everyone who I love is desensitised to the Ukraine stuff, we’re all desensitised

I put Sensors up on a pedestal for some reason

Still Woozy is INFP 4w3 and he reminds me of my older brother and my art teacher, so maybe they’re INFP 4w3 too

Hey, David Bowie is INFP 4w3 sx/so (sx/sp?)

[myblogwhereipostthings1]

I feel like, if you reach a point with something, you simply cannot explain it to other people anymore.

Like disability acceptance or something. I’m not gonna explain my complex feelings about disability to someone who’s frothing at the mouth. I know that they don’t get it and they never will. It’s just exhausting

Or just talking about emotion in general. Trying to put emotion and feeling and sensation into words. No one wants to listen

It upsets me how selfish people are, how selfish I am...

I want to be loved and love unconditionally, but it feels like pulling teeth

[myblogwhereipostthings1]

Frida Kahlo

At the minute, I do be looking at Kahlo and thinking about race, ethnicity, nationality, gender roles within a culture, love and personal growth, syncretic spirituality within indigenous cultures, motherhood, legacy, birth, maturing for the sake of your descendants, modesty, clothes telling stories, 

[myblogwhereipostthings1]

Ending of Maus

I just read the Shmoop article for the ending of Maus that suggests that Art being called Richieu means that he’s “taken Richieu’s place” or “will never live up to Richieu” and that the tombestones at the end ruins the “happy ending” or whatever.

I honestly think that it’s rubbish and it’s licked up my hatred for the educational system, so here.

I think that the ending where Art is called Richieu allows him to step outside of his body for a moment and live in the fantastical scene that his father describes. So much of life is real and horrible that it’s amazing to just return to a fantasy for a moment, especially the fantasy that two lovers build.

At the start, Vladek says that he looks like Valentino and the big moon is a symbol of romance films.

“We were both very happy and lived happy, happy ever after.”

When Art is called Richieu and Vladek tells him, “No more stories,” Art gets to temporarily “stop being Art” and live in the fantasy of Vladek’s romance where Anja isn’t dead and they have a son who enjoys bedtime stories, fantatical and unreal.

The last slide showing the tombstone gives it a sad feeling. It gives Vladek’s death and his reunion with Anja a sense of fantasy too. Art is fully absent from this panel, which seems to transcend the boundaries of comic form.

Keep in mind that this is a religious book and it conjures imagery of the afterlife and things being more than what they seem.

[myblogwhereipostthings1]

I absolutely can’t stand people who want to see themselves as cool vigilantes but start licking boot as soon as they get in trouble. Please, Google what a vigilante is. You’re not cool, you’re just a cowardly cunt

My opinion is my opinion regardless of who’s there to hear it

[myblogwhereipostthings1]

Notes on Synecdoche

The director said that I can have whatever interpretation I want, so I will.

To preface, Synecdoche is a ‘play within a play.’ There’s a lot going on in it and blah, blah, blah, Jungian psychology, blah, blah, blah. I want to talk about one bit.

In an early scene, the protagonist wants to jump off of a building when he sees his lover, Hazel, has moved on. Later, he meets the ‘perfect actor,’ who has been stalking him for 20 years and knows exactly how to play him. This is Sammy.

In the final scene, Sammy throws himself off of the building like the protagonist wanted to do at the beginning (He is plagued by his inability to do what he really wants, but Sammy isn’t and plays him as he ‘actually’ is).

Then, the protagonist takes on the role of ‘Ellen’ and gives his job as director to someone else to direct him as ‘Ellen’ like he has made actors play the ‘people’ in his life and actors play the actors playing the people.

Is that confusing? Well, let’s just imagine that Sammy plays him and he plays Ellen. As Ellen, he sees ‘himself’ as Sammy lying dead in a dystopian scene.

It is assumed that he died years ago after jumping off of the building or that he is already ‘dead’ at some point before this moment. 

After this, the director instructs him to ‘die’ as Ellen just as he realises what he wants to do with his play. What does any of this mean?

Sometimes, I have meta moments in playing “myself” where I “break” from the fourth wall like, “Wow, society has messed us up, huh?” But... I am still playing ‘myself’ in those moments. I am never actually escaping ‘myself’ and not playing myself.

It’s easy to think that you are ‘nothing’ and then you play ‘yourself’ and you are something, but you are always playing yourself even when you’re not consciously playing yourself.

You are never out-of-character because you never actually stop playing yourself at any moment.

I think that thought calms me down.

[transmechanicus]

I love the idea of dead gods. Not in the sense of “hey i killed something supernaturally strong” but in the sense of “i killed it and it’s still a god.” It is still worshipped. prayers are still answered. miracles are performed in its name, even as it lies pierced by a thousand swords and burning with chemical fire. even as it drifts through vacuum, decapitated and bleeding molten rock. in cosmic spite of being shot through each eye and hurled into a plasma reactor, it still radiates the power of the divine in a way that primitive death cannot smother. the nature of godchild is not so simple as to be tied to the mortality, or immortality, of any living being.

[bogleech]

In science that’s called a whalefall :)

[theimmortalcorpse]

that is horribly accurate of a description, thank you for the terrifying image of Bog.

Now I’m just imagining a corpse of some ancient deity slowly falling apart as it rots but its every little scrap of flesh still capable of performing miracles and people hurredly butchering it for sceaps to have REAL miracles of their own. Medieval snake-oil salesmen actually selling miraculous elixirs made of the dead god, a broken down church bustling with pilgrims wanting to touch and recieve the blessing from some priest(of an entirely different god) who can actually heal anyone but fo a small donation to their own deity. The imagery and religious iconography of the god retaining their mystical power but being adapted to other gods or even claimed as being made by one’s own magical brilliance. Bit by bit everyone takes a piece of it, carnivorous minor gods desperate to be on the limelight like the big named gods, spirits thinking they can become godly, even wizards and magicfolk trying to define and quantify its existence and power through research. By the end when there are no scraps left and only the barest bones remain is it buried in obscurity as its miracles are abused by those of other faiths, by tricksters, and by nonbelievers. Thus the deity’s own faith and religion are lost to time but still not truly dead only waiting to be unearthed unknown eras later by the unknowing and ignorant at the mercy if its remaining ancient authority as a dead god haunting the world. Even as fossilized bones in the dirt, a god is a god and even a god can leave behind a ghost.

[bogleech]

Those are very well thought out and compelling cultural effects of a god-being’s death, but one reason I thought of whalefalls is the ecological side of things, the fact that there are whole living organisms that come into existence only for the presence of a dead whale….osedax worms drift dormant in the ocean as microscopic eggs, and they only wake up when they touch whale bone. Then the skeleton of a whale spends years and years as a “garden” of worms that don’t exist in any other kind of environment, and they help maintain a tiny ecosystem out of a body so big it can take actual decades to completely disappear.

Even a deer dying is an explosion of specialized life like that; maggots eat the flesh, everyone knows that, but as the soft flesh is cleared away you get hide beetles that only eat skin and bone, moths that only eat fur, even special kinds of maggots that specialize in the interiors of broken horns, not to mention all the bacteria and fungi pouring out into the surrounding environment as well. In turn, all of these things have their own specialized parasites and predators; larger beetles that prey exclusively on maggots, mites that feed on the eggs of carrion insects, parasitoid wasps, nematodes, a whole food web exploding just around one roadkill skunk. So if you have a setting where gods have always existed and gods can die, then you have to wonder what kinds of things had to have evolved to make a god decompose :)

[backread-deactivated20250608]

The internet is so fucking weird to artists who make anything interesting "thanks! I hate it" "this is cursed" "i love this but i hate this" you realize some people aren't drawing memes all the time right and art can be a medium of expressing complex feelings and writing off ppls expressions as a joke is so weird i hate meme poisoned weirdos

[backread-deactivated20250608]

Why'd you even fucking reblog this you dork ass loser. You're exactly the type of disrespectful person im talking about that mocks artists' work whether they're joking or not and think that artists don't have feelings just cuz they're online. The world doesn't revolve around your irony-poisoned memebrain interpretations of art. L + ratio + you're a little bitch + get lost

[pancakeke]

memebrained comments are also a huge problem on twitter to the point that they're making non-English speaking artists delete their works/private their accounts because the "jokes" don't translate well and the artists feel harassed.

also it's legitimately important to learn how to communicate without hiding behind memes and irony for more reasons than just this.

[astrayan]

via @egirl-vrissy

[guerrillatech]

[nikkiscarlet]

This was intentionally manufactured by Facebook. Facebook implemented it’s “accountability culture” starting with its rule about only using your real name and photo on its service and encouraging you to disclose other information in your profile, and from there it just got normalized. It was entirely to gather data for advertising purposes, but now we associate that level of openness with “accountability”. Entire generations are now being raised with this as the norm. Privacy is no longer a priority, or even really seen as an option.

This is to your detriment. Your privacy protects you from predators of all kinds. You really should be guarding it carefully. Disclose what you feel is important on a case by case basis, but even your mental health status and beliefs are exploitable by big business and small-time bullies and abusers alike.

Even if you’re not overly fussed about what people know about you, just understand that not everyone has the luxury of feeling the same. Some people have stalkers and abusers they’re trying to evade, or don’t want to attract new abusers into their lives by being that vulnerable and open again. Some people have extreme social anxiety. Some people are protecting other people in their lives. Some people just don’t want their grandmothers to find their smutfics. Some people are Internet privacy advocates who keep their details private as a political statement and as a matter of principle.

You are not entitled to anyone’s information, and you do not owe anyone yours. You are allowed to just be an anonymous username until you feel safe to disclose more.

[octopuscato]

You are not entitled to anyone’s information, and you do not owe anyone yours.

[assassinregrets]

hey you can use this whenever you want

ur welcome

[stripedroseandsketchpads]

So I finally read Against the Logic of the Guillotine, and it is quite good. It’s not just about the titular guillotine so much as “revolutionary” leftists revenge fantasies of mass violence when We Finally Win.

Which I am getting real fucking tired of.

And more importantly, it talks about useful alternatives which don’t negate, for example, the necessity of self-defense or collective action.

Anyways, here’s an excerpt:

The guillotine has come to occupy our collective imagination. In a time when the rifts in our society are widening towards civil war, it represents uncompromising bloody revenge. It represents the idea that the violence of the state could be a good thing if only the right people were in charge.

Those who take their own powerlessness for granted assume that they can promote gruesome revenge fantasies without consequences. But if we are serious about changing the world, we owe it to ourselves to make sure that our proposals are not equally gruesome.

For what it’s worth I think this similar kind of imaginary-violent-revenge-justice-thing logic is why some ostensible leftists (especially younger ones) will argue in favor of incarceration or the death penalty but Only For Really Bad People and miss the point that state violence is bad regardless of who is doing it. Another quote to this effect:

Then, as now, there are people who want to think of themselves as radical without having to actually make a radical break with the institutions and practices that are familiar to them. “The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living,” as Marx said.

Anyways; a good read on some stuff that’s been bothering me lately.

[cumaeansibyl]

When I think about the harm that they are causing, I feel ready to break their bones, to kill them with my bare hands.

But that desire is distinct from my politics. I can want something without having to reverse-engineer a political justification for it.

[ammnontet]

excitement

[ammnontet]

this is the only time i recorded myself playing a VR game and it still holds up as one of my best game videos

[wayneradiotv]

i really like how you miss every shot

[bloodraven55]

diversity win! the immortal death goddess is in unrequited love with the female serial killer!!

[myblogwhereipostthings1]

Rem said, “Lesbian rights”