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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
if i look back, i am lost
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shark vs the universe
almost home
izzy's playlists!
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@onepentowritethemall
My lord I need you to make up your mind, where the fuck are we going
my lord i think we're lost
my lord????
*wheezing* please....My Lord....I just caught up
My Lord COME BACK?!
MY LORD?? there is no way I can follow you there!
...all right My Lord [SIGH] I guess I will just have to trust you
my lord i WARNED you-
this poem is about being nonbinary.
watching sinners with an inflation calculator open in a second tab so i can understand just what kinda money the smokestack twins are throwing around. nerdiest possible movie experience i think.
Okay coming out of lurking for this because among the many great features of Sinners is you don't actually have to go outside of the movie to understand what kind of money they're throwing around. The movie tells you itself.
In the scene where Smoke teaches the young girl how to negotiate, they're standing in front of of a cafe. The shot of them negotiating is framed so that you see a sign in the cafe window advertising a Ham and Eggs breakfast - in other words, a full meal - for 25 cents. The editing makes sure to put that sign back into frame whenever the question of the value of money arises in their discussion.
Smoke offers her 10 cents a minute and asks if that works for her. She says yes. He says no, it does not and tells her to negotiate higher. The 25 cent sign is framed in the shot when he tells her no, reminding us *why* it's not a good value.
She comes back with 50 cents - which the sign has informed us is the cost of *two* meals. Smoke tells her that's too much and counters with 20, which is just under a full meal but we now know that's a fairly respectable price because we just got the high/low contrast of 10 being too little and 50 being too much.
The negotiation ends with her getting 20 cents per minute and we now know 1) 25 cents is the cost of a filling meal in this environment 2) This girl only needs to do five minutes of work to be able to feed herself for a over day (20 cents per minute times five is a dollar, which is four meals) 3) Smoke has the kind of money to throw around that over a day's worth of food for someone can be to him - as it is to our modern eyes - mere pocket change and 4) Smoke's the kind of person who can both be a violent gangster but also care about teaching this girl how to look out for herself so that one day maybe she too can throw over a day's worth of food around like pocket change.
Combined with 5) you can now use that 25 cents = a meal to do the math every other time money gets mentioned in the movie to understand just how much cash the Smoke Stack boys are dealing with.
And that's just ONE detail which, thanks to props (Hannah Beachler), editing (Michael P Shawver), and cinematography (Autumn Durald Arkapaw), told you almost everything you needed to know about how finances work in this environment. This movie is unfair to all other films in how fucking good it is.
today I found out my mother doesn’t know what dandelions are and now I’m wondering what other strange secrets she’s been quietly harboring
Where do you live that you don’t have dandelions?
we have dandelions EVERYWHERE, they are basically our State Weed, it is absolutely impossible that my mom has never interacted with a dandelion before, this requires further investigation
So after extensive interrogation I have an update:
my mom is in fact aware that dandelions exist. she temporarily forgot the name and there was some miscommunication.
the truth is actually weirder
she’s aware dandelions look like this
she is familiar with this flower. she knows the name of this flower. she declines to believe, however, that these are also dandelions
she does not believe these are the same plant. I tried to explain, and she thought I was either misinformed or lying. so I asked her what exactly did she think the yellow ones were called?
she answered, with complete confidence: Daffodils.
gosh I enjoy this website
For comparison, this is a daffodil
See, folks in the southern US will tell you up and down those are buttercups, actually.
i don’t think so? i’m southern and buttercups are what we call these things (much tinier)
Wait I thought those bigger cup ones were Easter Lillies???
This is an Easter Lily. It is an actual lily and therefore deadly to cats.
They’re marigolds and I know a bitch when I see one!
This is a marigold:
….we need to start taking the phrase “go touch grass” more literally. go outside and examine a flower i beg u
“buttercups” is a name applied to MANY flowers. in my part of the south it was this one:
imo there’s correct identifications of dandelions, daffodils, easter lilies and marigolds in this thread, but buttercups are simply impossible to agree on and the only solution is for everyone to post pictures of their local buttercups
*squints* is that a motherfucking EVENING PRIMROSE?!??
Hello I would like to add to the confusion:
That purple fella is a Morning Glory as told by my mothers (texan)
⬆️ morning glory
#amazing work everyone hit the flowers
Hey look. This version isn’t pixelated to all he’ll!
The bubble is nigh.
The Lamplighter
Jorvegians have a winter custom of putting a lighted candle in their window in hopes of seeing the Lamplighter.
Also known as the Waxen Walker, it is made of candle wax with a heart of fire. However, the heart slowly melts its body, leaving a waxy trail wherever it goes. As such, it only lives during the winter months when the temperatures are cold enough to help it hold its shape.
It wanders from place to place, consuming the candles people put out for it, replenishing its own body with the candles and reviving its heart with the tiny flames.
Nobody knows for certain how it came into existence, but it is a gentle, peaceful creature that gives hope and protection to travelers who find themselves lost in the wilderness.
Perhaps it does not want others to suffer the same fate it did.
Thank you, Old SSO, for accidentally giving Lampy a potential origin.
Winter, when Nature is at its most lifeless and Jorvik is at its darkest, is when Lamplighter pulls itself into a loose imitation of its original form so it can continue to be a source of life and light to the island's inhabitants when the sun can no longer do so.
all you new fandom members need to QUIET DOWN oh my god you're going to get us KILLED. we're happy to have you but if you keep talking about BULLSHIT like PUBLISHING fanfic for MONEY, Anne Rice is going to come back from the dead to KILL US. looking at YOU, maurauders fans, heated rivalry fans, byler fans...out here giving out interviews to news channels SHUT UP. we're going to have to start setting off firecrackers to keep the rent down.
I want the record to state I have never been this hard in my entire life
Hey, we’re in line for some absurd temperatures here in the southwest this week. This is very important to know and keep in mind. Be safe, stay hydrated, stay out of the sun as much as you can.
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I wish this feeling upon everyone who wants to wear a dress, its really the best
this makes me so happy as a fat hairy guy who likes skirts and dresses i never get to see guys like me in dresses it’s always skinny twinks this makes me so happy 🥺🥺
new fanfic writer who has marked their work completed ao3 only to leave a note at the end saying: thanks for all the support guys if you want to read the rest of the fic subscribe to my patreon :)
me, an elder fandom veteran, suddenly having anne rice flashbacks:
no.
NO.
starting to rock back and fourth.
you do not understand.
you were born into an age of peace. i was there Gandalf. i was there three thousand years ago. i remember the cease and desists. i remember authors hunting fanfic writers for sport. i remember when every fic opened with a disclaimer because we genuinely thought it might protect us.
we do not charge money for the copyrighted gay wizard stories.
do not tempt fate youngling.
step away from the paywall.
that is how you summon the ancient evils.
that is how you wake the lawyers.
Remember people, this is against AO3s terms of service. If you see a fic that does this REPORT THAT THING!!! These people may not know better or they might, but them doing this has the potential to ruin things for everyone.
Tell the writer to read the TOS. Writers absolutely CANNOT ask for payment in exchange for fanfic. If they won't take it down ASAP, report it to AO3.
social media has really warped our perception of creativity and hobbies. Stop doing things to post them. Just write. Just journal. Just sketch. Just read. Just annotate. Just sing. Just crochet. Just do the thing you’re going to do with the assumption no one will ever see or know you did it. Stop performing. Just enjoy it.
I understand the heart of this, and I agree that creativity doesn’t always need to be witnessed to be worthwhile. There is something deeply sacred about making privately, about writing or sketching or singing simply because your soul needs somewhere to put itself. But I also think we’ve flattened the conversation too much when we imply that sharing creativity automatically turns it into performance, or that posting your work means you’re only doing it for praise.
Humans have always shared what they make. We read poems aloud. We pass around books. We hang paintings. We sing in rooms full of people. We tell stories beside fires, at dinner tables, online, in letters, in journals someone might one day find. Art has always had a communal pulse. Sometimes posting is not about accolades at all. Sometimes it’s accountability. Sometimes it’s archive. Sometimes it’s connection. Sometimes it’s the joy of letting something you made leave your hands and find the people it was meant to find. I have always said: create because you love it, not because you want to be loved for it. But the problem isn’t sharing; the problem is when visibility becomes the only reason you create. Enjoying your own creativity and wanting to share it with others are not opposites. Being proud of what you make is not the same thing as performing. Let people make privately. Let people make loudly. Let people be witnessed without assuming their joy is insincere.
being asked to leave a physical real life area and calling it a soft ban is pretty good
