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Found in the wild, original by @wereyeen whom seems to have changed URLs or deleted
Do you guys remember this, literally what was it for? it feels like a fever dream because there’s no explanation
I vividly remember this because I got an alert on my phone that a clown was spotted close to university campus
someone reported you on your way to class?? 😧
People on that post I made about liking fur and leather saying “Actually, we all just need to consume less 🥺” yes. That’s what I’m fucking saying. I got my primary leather jacket for Christmas in my freshman year of high school and I’m now 22. My fur coat was made in the 50s and I picked it up for $60 at an antique store years ago. I still sometimes wear a pair of leather hiking boots my mom got in the 90s while the pleather boots I bought in high school barely lasted 3 years. By wearing fur and leather, I am consuming less. It’s economical in the long run, the quality is better and it lasts longer. You think I have the money to buy a brand new leather jacket every year? The other two leather jackets I have are also vintage, one is from the 70s was fished out of the garbage and the other was $9 at a thrift store. They. Last.
Unmute !
Wolfenstein, for those who don’t know, is a videogame series with soon to be eleven entries in the series, all of them entirely centred around killing Nazis ever since the very first game in 1981.
‘way to make it political’ buddy do you know what series this is
hey remember the old days when “Nazis were bad” was a politically neutral statement. That isn’t sarcastic i’m genuinely nostalgic
the role of the person in the passenger seat is not only navigator but secretary as well. you have to type up the drivers messages to random ladies on facebook about cbd cream & google whether that billy joel song was the theme song for that show or not
you also have to provide a henchmans disdainful scowl at whoever the driver is flipping off in the target parking lot
other assorted roles may include
retrieval team for objects in the backseat
custodian of the parking garage tickets
"All clear my way"
en-route dining concierge
announcing "Horses!" when there are horses
Jennifer’s Body (2009) || Hannibal (2013-2015)
shout out to evil women with small tits
this tag wins it all
i mean this in the nicest way, but can i lick your counter please
I found out about Mari Lwyd not so long time ago - and I fell in love with the concept. Here are some of my Lwyd arts I drew recently! UPD - drew a new Lwyd scene!
UPD - added new art
Stop memorizing my attack patterns. That's fucked up. Who let you do that.
Mother fucker. You know what? I'm entering my second phase. Have fun with the choir arrangement of my theme ass hole.
Oh so the pondering is a brooding behavior they are waiting for their sons to hatch I see
Someone said "tornadoes aren't fucking around" and I thought, "I think all tornadoes do is fuck around."
I saw one take a garage off of two cars without moving or even damaging the cars. I saw one pick up an SUV and place it unharmed in a reasonable parking place four miles away. I've seen multiple tornadoes decide to fuck this house in particular in a dense suburban area. I've seen a tornado appear out of a blue sky. One picked up my grandparents garage and moved it six inches to the right and the next year a different tornado put it back. Neither took a shingle off the thing. They are literally just mischief.
tornadoes love to fuck around, and we are the ones left to find out
tornadoes love to
fuck around, and we are the
ones left to find out
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
*says 2022 with the same cadence as Scooby Dooby Doo*
A nonhuman character in heavy makeup: *is very long*
Me: is that you, Doug
The credits: Freaky Creature played by Doug Jones
Me: YEAHHHH
A nonhuman character in heavy makeup: *does that elegant hand movement that Doug always seems to do*
Me: DOUG!!!
How dare anyone over look:
Where it started
DOUG WAS MAC TONIGHT??
Y’all also need to know that Doug Jones was in Smash Mouth’s music video for “All Star” as Pencil Head:
Guys that get into pickup artistry are just kinda pitiful in a way that’s difficult to make fun of. Most of them have this affect of quiet desperate confusion like a small child that lost their parents at the grocery store. You feel bad for them, but at the same time there is a distinct sense that they could be radicalized by any misogynist / transphobe who gives them 20 minutes of attention.
The guys that market themselves as professional pickup artists run the gamut from “average insecure misogynist” to “guy who seems like he woke up in a new body this morning”
Every pickup artist is obsessed with body language. They develop these complex theories of gesture phrenology to explain why guys aren’t hitting it off with women. It’s because they’re not canting forwards at the right angle or they’re not constantly flexing in the right way.
The effect is a person uncomfortably hyperaware of their body, but who is also trying very hard to pretend that they are not uncomfortably hyperaware of their body. It’s like they’re trying to hide a live bomb in their ass.
Aight, I actually have some experience in PUA shit.
I got into it as a teenager (around 15-16?) because I was asocial af and would literally choke up anytime I talked to strangers (not even girls, just anyone I wasn’t familiar with).
Guys that get into pickup artistry are mostly REALLY LONELY. Like really fucking alone. They don’t have a lot of friends overall and are socially awkward because for one reason or another they never got that formative experience growing up among their peers (many people that I knew in the community told of how they were bullied all their life, or lived an extremely sheltered life, or was neurodivergent in some way that made socializing really difficult for them).
And yeah, when they got into PUA they acted in some scummy ways. I myself acted in some scummy ways. And there’s no real defending it. But when you come from that history of profound loneliness and this constant feeling of being unworthy of romance and respect in any form, and then FINALLY you find something that seems to explain all this extremely confusing shit in a “logical” way that made a sort of sense the tendency was to believe any crazy shit you were told by the “gurus”.
Imagine you’re me: Most interactions I had had with girls my own age was to be ridiculed by them, or seen as the nice guy in class who you could ask for whatever and I’d just fucking hand it over to end the interaction quickly before it gets humiliating. I could hardly look girls in the eyes without turning red. And then you read this book that promises you that there is a “script” you can follow; proven steps that will make a woman not only treat you with kindness, but she will even find you attractive! That felt like magic. And then you actually work up the courage to give it a shot, and it WORKS! Well it doesn’t get you instantly laid, obviously. But you manage to strike up a conversation with a girl, and she is actually interested in what you’re saying. She is kind, laughs at some of your jokes, and you can almost feel a connection forming.
In it’s defense: It did help me come out of my shell and learn how to talk to people because no matter what was taught you had to actually use them out in the real world with real people. But what helped the most wasn’t the techniques, it was experiencing CONSTANT REJECTION 100′s of times every time we went out to try this shit out. Eventually you learn that the worst case scenario that you imagine in your head is just a fantasy, and without the fear of failure one could learn to be genuine and connect with others.
That said, some things that were taught was straight up encouraging assault. For example: I remember reading about how a “no” really means “not yet”, and even back then in my virgin little teen head I was thinking “this feels sort of fucked up…”. Although you were never meant to be pushy (that was beta!) you were taught on how to manipulate the situation to your benefit. For example: If you were with a girl, kissing or whatever, and tried to escalate it into sex and she resisted, you were supposed to shut down any affectionate display and maybe try to shift into doing another activity (one of the bigger names in the community said he had a chess set next to his bed for this reason, so he could be like “oh you don’t wanna bang? That’s cool, here let’s play chess”).
And BOY OH BOY did it give me a fucked up view of women for some years before I unlearnt that shit. Every interaction with women are viewed as transactional. There is also a constant mental head game of ranking every social interaction (even with men) to always come out on top as the alpha. Ways to do this was to subtly bully people (they call it teasing/negging, but it was just acting like a fucking asshole tbh).
Also: I don’t know how it is now (last time I was “practicing” PUA was when I was maybe 19-20, back in 2010) but back then there were different “schools” of pickup artistry. The more popular ones taught scripts, mind games, and other weird shit (the Mystery Method that was popularized by Neil Strauss’ book was the most popular) and then there was another school of thinking that focused more on being yourself. Not lying about yourself but working on improving to become the best version of yourself; which I think was way more positive for the young men that got involved with it (although there were still some toxic shit being taught by that school as well).
I don’t exactly regret all that cringe shit I was into back then, because it did help me in some ways (but I do wish I had found better self-help resources or role models than whatever the hell all that shit turned out to be). I’m not exactly a social butterfly these days, but I do have a much easier time socializing and I no longer feel like a social outcast, which I think my life would have led me to become if I had not found PUA.
Try not to judge these young men too harshly who listen to the fraudsters in the PUA community. Most of them aren’t evil villains, they’re just lonely and desperate and literally have no other idea what else they could do to fix themselves, and no positive role models in their lives to teach them differently.
First, thank you for sharing that took some courage, I hope its okay that I rb this so other people can understand what it’s like to be in these communities.
Second, I really want to draw attention to that last point you made about guys in the PUA community not being villains, and just being lonely and desperate people with no role models.
There’s a tendency I’ve seen online to conflate the ultimately harmless lost desperation of the PUA community with the violent misogyny of incel shit. Society doesn’t really have a healthy organ for helping despondent alienated young men with few moorings, and it’s that exact alienation that makes them extremely easy to radicalize.
This is important stuff to remember about a lot of forms of radicalization