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One Nice Bug Per Day
Claire Keane
cherry valley forever
Sweet Seals For You, Always
macklin celebrini has autism
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Cosmic Funnies
Discoholic 🪩
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Origami Around
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@piccadillflower
$599,990/4 br/3 ba
Morristown, TN
"Step into a home where innovation meets tranquility - this is one of two underground homes built in Morristown! Designed by a team of University of Michigan experts and brought to life by its original owner, Dr. James Ford-a nuclear physicist, professor, and artist-this extraordinary residence is a masterpiece of energy efficiency, durability, and aesthetic beauty"
There's so much going on
anyone else worry that you’re walking around life as the mii on the right
may's designs were these buggy dragons that were so fun to do and I hope to revisit this base in the near future
When the CEO of the company that didn't turn away Nazi business says "this isn't going to work" you know it's bad.
here's a secret: whatever you're doing, you have to root for your peers with all your heart because it forces you to root for yourself too. I've seen people in various spheres of my life (workplaces, education, art, activism) fall into the trap of envy and resentment when they see others succeed while they struggle, and it always always goes hand in hand with them pulling back and giving up and stagnating.
when you let yourself get sour grapes about shit, you tacitly give up on yourself. when you sit around hoping other people will flop and fail so you can catch up to them, you stop trying. it's a fantasy of mediocrity, the vain wish that other people would walk so you could take the gold medal at a jog. wouldn't you rather come last place at 27mph?
Lockheed C121 Constellation
Spartan College of Aeronautics and Technology
Proof that god is inside all of us, not in heaven. You give me a room of 50 experts talking about their craft, whatever that might be, and I will feel more reverent than in any church.
PDF FILES - Luna the Crow Sewing Case - Raven keepsake Pattern by TheWishingShed
Tumblr needs to read more webcomics ❤️🔥
OK!! Here's a mostly complete list, not including any that are finished because it would be even longer.
I read (currently updating) in no particular order:
Nix of Nothing
Tales from Alderwood
Soul To Call
Girl Genius
Devil's Candy
Phantomarine
Castoff
Magefront
Prophet of the Sun
Unsounded-Red Cost
Sombulus
Widdershins
Trying Human
Namesake
Gunnerkrig Court
Forgotten Order
Wychwood
Opportunities in Space
Supermassive Black Hole A*
Kill Six Billion Demons
Superpose
Kidd Commander
Tigress Queen
The Witch Door
Sever & Pierce
Tiger Tiger
Rising Sand
The Carpet Merchant
True Magic
God Slave
Paranatural
Wilde Life
String Theory
3rd Voice
Oglaf
Wand Scum
Webtoons (also currently updating):
The Tale of the Skeleton Messenger
The Monkey King's Journey to the Murim
Snow and Briar
The Shepherd's Sword
Crow Time
Legend of the Holy Sword
The Beast of Hadingley Hill
The Mermaid Scorned
A Spell for a Smith
Novae
Dungeon Crawler Carl
Steeple
Ingress Adventuring Company
Wynd
The Tattletale Fool
The Art of Silence
The Weekly Roll
Countdown to Countdown
How to Train Your Vampire
She Makes Hungry
Omniscient Reader
Seemingly Dark
Three in a Tree
The Under Garden
False Knees
Ava's Demon
Court of Roses
Death Becomes You
The Witch
The Middle Age
Hooked on Chtonics
Webtoons I follow but are on hiatus:
Punderworld
Third Shift Society
Vampire Family
Suitor Armor
Scoob and Shag
King of the East
Marionetta
Harpy Gee
Carl
Here There Be Dragons
My list has some overlap with the above, but I also want to shout out my regular reads.
Web/Online:
Phantomarine
Solivaga
Living in Future Tense
Wychwood
Tapas:
Heart is Home
Ride or Die
Sk8trboi
Out of the Blue
Autophobia
IDENTITY EMERGES ORGANICALLY FROM ACTION
IF YOU DONT DO ANYTHING YOU ARENT ANYONE. SORRY
Trying to motivate myself to get up and do something
$1,875,000/4 br/3 ba
3,894 sq ft
Santa Fe, NM
Built in 1987
[househunting on substack - free]
MOM HOLY FUCK
A Respite
Religious in imagery I love
I wrote a eulogy
"I wrote a eulogy for my best friend last week. Then I read it to him. At the pub. On a Tuesday."
He was alive, holding a pint, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I have.
I'm Mick. I'm 70. The man across the table was Barry. Seventy-two. Best mate for 46 years. Met on a building site in 1979. He dropped a plank on my foot. I called him something unrepeatable. He bought me a pint after the shift. Haven't gone a week without talking since.
Three months ago we went to a funeral. Bloke we'd worked with. Cancer. The eulogies were beautiful - people saying what he meant to them, things they'd clearly never said to his face. And all I could think was, he can't hear any of this.
Every beautiful sentence. Every "he changed my life." Said to a room of crying people and a box of wood.
I turned to Barry. Whispered, "What a waste."
Drove home. Couldn't sleep. Because I realised, if Barry died tomorrow, I'd stand up and say extraordinary things about this man. Things I've never said in 46 years. And he'd be in the box, missing all of it.
So I wrote them down. Took a week. Harder than expected - not finding the words, but admitting I had them.
Rang him. "Tuesday. The Crown. Need to read you something."
"Have you joined a book club?"
"Just come."
Same corner table. Pint of bitter. Crisps. I pulled out the paper. He saw my hands shake.
"Mick. What's this?"
"Your eulogy. I'm reading it now because I'm not wasting it on a day you can't hear it."
"Have you gone mad?"
"Probably. Shut up and listen."
I read it. In a pub. To a man very much alive and very much uncomfortable.
I told him about the plank and how it was the best injury of my life. About the night he drove forty minutes in rain to help change a tyre. About how he rang every day for three months after my divorce and never once asked "Are you alright?" - just talked about football and weather, because he knew I didn't need a question. I needed a voice.
I told him he was the funniest man I'd ever known and his jokes were terrible and both things were true. That he'd been a better father than he thinks. That his wife's a saint and he knows it. That I'd have been a worse man without him.
He didn't look at me. Stared at his pint. Jaw tight. Doing that thing men do when the feelings arrive and they'd rather swallow glass than show it.
When I finished, long silence. Then he picked up his pint, took a sip, and said,
"You're paying for the next round. And the one after."
That was his answer. Perfect. Because Barry doesn't say "I love you too." He says "you're buying."
But in the car park, he hugged me. Not the quick back-pat. A real one. Thirty seconds. Neither let go first.
And he said quietly into my shoulder, "Don't read that again at the real one. I want new material."
Who would you write a eulogy for - while they're still here?
Don't wait. The flowers can't hear. The box doesn't laugh. Say it now. At the pub. Over a bad cup of tea. You'll feel ridiculous.
They'll look uncomfortable. It'll be the most important thing you've ever done.
Read them the speech while they can still hug you in the car park.”
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I try not to fall into the "I never liked their work anyway" ditch when an artist/creator reveals themself to be a terrible person
BUT
a feeling I do have and will stand by is "While I enjoyed their work overall I did have some gripes that I overlooked out of affection and whimsy, but now that my loyalty is gone and my affection tainted there is nothing holding me back from enumerating my many grievances, to which the revelations of the creator's shittiness may or may not provide a new and infuriating context."
#such a good summation of this actually#because yeah there’s usually things that were always present#but which were easy to overlook or give the benefit of the doubt#that suddenly become relevant after a revelation about the creator#and it’s really not the same thing as the self-defensive “’I never liked it anyway’
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I love that I learned about mega churches the old fashioned way many years ago.
I was on a train here in Denmark with my boyfriend at the time and we randomly got into a conversation with a very friendly young American guy. At some point he said he enjoyed how religion played a very small role here and mention growing up Christian and going to a mega church in the US.
We had no idea what he meant by mega church. He seemed equally surprised that we didn’t. When he explained it I remember feeling like he was explaining an alien culture to me. What do you mean it’s a church with room for thousands of people? Aren’t churches supposed to be close knit communities where people know each other? How can they hear the priest? Speakers? Yeah okay that makes sense. But can people even see the priest? Giant screens!? Okay that seems a bit much. What do you mean stage show!?
Please please imagine a very gentle American trying to not sound insane to two dumbfounded Danes with thick accents while they’re sitting on a train with the flat yellow flower fields going by at great speed outside on a bright summer day. It’s one of my favourite memories.
