Mnemon Jessik in her Cecelyne’s vacation manse.

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Mnemon Jessik in her Cecelyne’s vacation manse.
🤍 The Lovers 🤍
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the thing I love most about how tumblr users use tags is that it’s like what if a social media website had a footnotes system
YOOOO manic breakdown POSTPONED LOOK AT THIS THING
the kowari....
a thing for mermay i guess
Sealtaur or Mermaid she’s squishy and I love her
dinky dragons
Gorgeous galaxies of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH 🩵💚🤎
had exactly enough energy to do Mermay and zero energy to think about it. none of this deciding what kind of fish they are etc (maybe next year). but fun to do all the same!
Fire Aspect Glittering Blade, No Moon raven Path, and @bystanderman's Serenity Orchid
Fire mermaids are some wild touched fuckery and I am HERE FOR IT
He is indeed a guy
not just any guy, that's the model for the 1st edition Vampire: the Masquerade cover!
Y'know that part of the hobby stash that is, technically, trash?
The items you've been squirreling away for ages, because you know they still have so much potential?
The stuff you'll never find again, because it was technically meant to be ephemera that no-one was supposed to give a second thought to before throwing it away?
The bulky packages they've been in ever since you bought them so long ago?
And, most importantly, the things that you have so much of that the storage situation is overwhelming? Hard to look at? Even harder to physically add more overlooked-by-everyone-else treasures to (which you very often do)?
This post is giving you permission to throw at least some of them away.
You can throw them all away if you want, but I know how hard that is.
Start with a little: the most broken pieces; the things already nearly used up but surely that last odd little bit will work for something, someday; 80% of each of the identical things; the parts you've tried to use for years, but it never worked out; the well-meaning gifts of generosity from people who know You Are Creative So You Will Do Something Amazing With This.
It's OK. It's not wasteful--the cumulative waste of individuals will never compare to the waste of industry. And paying attention to what you let go can help you figure out what you don't want to let back in.
And, yes, of course, giving it as a gift or having an exchange with like-minded hobby friends is an option, but make sure the recipient actually wants the stuff, and that you're not just offloading your guilt about being wasteful onto someone else.
This message brought to you by me trying to deal with the parts of the hobby stash I've denied ignored for too long.
oh ALL OF THIS thank you
I moved my studio out of my house for the first time ever. I left some things at home, for hobbies, and moved the rest to a space in an old mill building. The packing process was rushed. The unpacking process has been eye-opening - the things I brought that have not been touched for more than 15 years, the things I have so much of and kind of hate. The weird fabrics and strange colors and things I got for one particular project and did not make that project and also did not incorporate that material into the general stash... Let It GOOOO.
If you have a re-use store near by, you can send it there, but if you don't, you have my permission to Throw It Out. To quote my brother, quoting his mentor, the oldest lobsterman in Marblehead "Trow it rit the fuck overboard, that's jist trash"
Oh, that, too (I have made posts about that XD), but here I do mean literal trash!
I do not need to keep all of those cardboard tubes from the centers of rolls of things just because they're really nice, heavy cardboard. I do not need to keep the pieces of packaging that are made with metallic print just because they're pretty colors. I do not need to keep the bottles of glue with about a quarter inch of possibly dried out glue in the bottom. I do not need to keep small plastic lids because they look like they should be useful for something, surely. I do not need to keep things--which were broken to begin with--that I have already cut off all the otherwise useful parts. I do not need all the cute empty food jars. I do not need to keep every cardboard package/box in odd sizes or of surprisingly nice quality. I have so much fabric that I absolutely do not need those scraps of cloth that I might be able to get one 1" square out of to use for doll-size patchwork.
The problem is that I am just so sure that they're useful! So I put them away in a box and either forget about them, or use exactly one of the many I ended up saving over time. This is giving myself--and anyone else who keeps every little disposable thing because they see its hidden potential, while never actually doing anything to achieve that potential--absolution from the guilt of throwing away things that seem so useful, but were never meant to be used like that. And maybe a bonus lesson in learning what you don't need to keep to begin with.
There will always be more trash.
and of course this does not apply to people who do actively use trash items to make new things--it's for people like me whose natural state is to plan far more than to do.
Dashiell Hammett, who basically invented the noir genre (think: The Maltese Falcon, The Thin Man) hung out enough in the queer scene in San Francisco in the 20s-30s that he picked up some contemporary queer lingo that he folded into his stories. In The Maltese Falcon, there’s a scene where the wildly gay-coded villain shows up at a meeting with a skinny little blonde with a bad attitude and a gun in tow, and detective Sam Spade tells him to “leave the gunsel outside” — gunsel being contemporary gay slang for a young, effeminate man who probably bottoms (from the Yiddish gansl, meaning gosling). Basically, he’s saying “I’m here to talk to you, not your twink.”
However, a lot of writers mimicking Hammett did not know gay lingo or Yiddish, saw the word “gun,” and assumed “gunsel” meant “scary bodyguard with a gun.” They took off with a word they didn’t understand and spread it so fast that it’s now basically impossible to read a noir story written between 1930-1960 without someone accidentally being called a twink at least once. Look out for it next time you’re reading Raymond Chandler or his ilk, I guarantee you’ll find it.
The diffusion of yiddish into American English and its media has some delightful and unintended results.
I understand they're jokes, but I do get frustrated with all of the "sewing machines are untrustworthy creatures!" and "baking is an arcane magic!" type stuff
you're memeing yourself out of potential fun hobbies by somehow thinking that there's no learning curve to them
I think if you’re going to make these jokes you have to finish the humor with crisps that make the server work or stuffed cows to make the centrifuge happy.
The more stress a human is under, the more superstitions they will start in an effort to feel control over things that are less controllable than they would like. It’s genuinely soothing to feel you have a good relationship with your tools, especially when your skills feel low or bad. So give your sewing machine a sticker it likes and thank your pans when the cookies come out right. Complete the joke and be in this learning a hobby together with your inanimate objects!
THE VERY FIRST STAR TREK SLASH FIC PUBLISHED
“A Fragment out of Time”, published in 1974. Kirk / Spock. page 1 page 2
I had to share it with you because I can’t stop laughing, and every time I reread it it just gets funnier and fUNNIER
This fan fiction is older than the push-through tabs on soda cans.
Your grandma wrote this on her Commodore 64.
I miss my Commodore 64
Oh my dear, sweet children. The Commodore 64 came out in 1982. This was produced on a typewriter and probably mimeographed. And while it may seem funny now, it took more courage to write and distribute this than you will ever know.
Reblogged for that last comment.
respect your elders
Children, in the olden days fanfiction was written on a typewriter, copied and sent by snail mail. Getting one one of those letters from across the world was every bit as exciting as getting a notification that your favorite writer posted a new fic.
It’s been said before, but the fact that this fic begins with the dialogue assertion “We’re by no means setting a precedent” is endlessly amusing to me.
Diane Marchant changed all our lives. May she rest in peace.
The precedent line is especially amusing when you bear in mind that “A Fragment Out of Time” is not only the first Star Trek slashfic to be published in a widely distributed magazine: it’s believed by some to be the first slashfic of any kind to be widely published.
In 1974 it was illegal to send pornography through the USPS. So distributing fic like this via mailed newsletter was literally dangerous. And they knew it.
saw someone typo DIY as DYI and now I can't stop hearing
Do Your Itself
Rufus feels like it should be the French translation
This is stupid! Were you born yesterday? (the mayfly’s big limpid eyes fill with tears as it looks at me) oh god I’m so sorry oh no oh god
has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing
“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”
HANDMADE Polymer Clay Blue-footed Booby figurine before and after painting.
Just slapped that cute little bitch with texture
Have been behind the social media grind as I work on stocking up many lil guys, including these brand new forbidden popsicles. 🤞 they have a safe glaze firing, because after that these chickens are hoping to happily inhabit any plant pot that will have them.
A bouquet of chickens? You’re so sweet! <3