How do I explain Plato's allegory of the cave to my cat?
How do I explain
Plato’s allegory of
the cave to my cat?
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@soulvtude
How do I explain Plato's allegory of the cave to my cat?
How do I explain
Plato’s allegory of
the cave to my cat?
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Okay but sometimes I feel like I'm absolutely insane with my scripts like I haven't yet found a person on the level of insaneness and obsessiveness with details that matches mine.
Just so you know what I'm talking about, I did an excel document for my fame dr with all my roles (project name, my role, when it was filmed, where it was filmed, premiere date) and another excel document with the complete f1 race results in my dr (from 2014 to 2023, all 20 drivers each race (qualifying and race and i want to add all 3 fp session when I'm done) and then drivers championship and constructors championship standings, again with all race results put in so I can check it quickly and also the amount of poles, podiums, wins, retirements and points per season)
so yeah, anyone that can match that? I'd love to talk to you :)
Forgot to post this Britney art here.
Superbat Big Bang 2025 Presents:
You look so lost but so at home | Teen And Up Audiences | 35K Words
Author: @soulvtude
Artists: @taro-rat , @flopsy-art
Beta: @lights-on
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Relationships:
Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Justice League & Bruce Wayne
Tags:
SuperBat Big Bang 2025, Rescue Mission, post-torture, Bruce Wayne Angst, Clark Kent Angst, Emotional Realization, Confessions, First Kiss, Healing, Obsession, Yearning, Hopeful Ending, Alfred Pennyworth is a Saint, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort. mentioned torture, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Clark Kent Needs a Hug, Clark Kent is Superman, Bruce Wayne is Batman, clark is kidnapped, Slow Burn, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Clark Kent Has Issues
Summary:
Bruce thought he was ready for anything. He wasn’t ready for Clark to vanish mid‑battle--no trace, no sound, no body. Just absence. For weeks, Bruce claws through shadows and dead ends, obsession carving him down to the bone. Finding Clark isn’t a mission. It’s a vow. A promise. A confession he’s never spoken aloud. When the trail finally leads him into the dark, Bruce discovers that saving Clark isn’t the hard part. Surviving what it means--what it feels like--is.
Welcome back checo and valtteri 💛
There’s two constants in every day: it rains and after Oscar loses the car, wheels spinning uselessly on the wet tarmac, goes into the grass and gets back on track, he goes on a rampage through the backmarkers to save his championship lead and when he tries to overtake Carlos and puts them both into the wall. Oh, and a third constant, after the race he comes to Carlos’s hotel room to yell at him about it.
Ten days into the time loop, Carlos starts yanking Oscar into his driver’s room before the race to tell him to stop fucking braking too late in turn three. Promptly, Oscar goes off track in turn six. Ten more days and Carlos is warning him about turn twelve.
“No one in the history of racing has ever crashed in turn twelve,” Oscar tells him snootily.
“Believe me,” Carlos grumbles. “I have it on pretty good authority that it is possible.”
“Alright, mate,” Oscar says soothingly. “Always a pleasure, really. You’re probably late for something, right?”
“Not really,” Carlos says and Oscar puts a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, you are,” he says and then pushes Carlos out of his driver’s room. Rude.
Time loop iteration twenty-one: Oscar puts one wheel outside the driving line and goes off. Crashes Carlos out in turn four. Gets all blotchy in the face while accusing Carlos of trying to throw the championship for Lando. When Carlos wakes up, it’s Sunday again.
Time loop iteration twenty-two: Oscar gets nudged into the grass while overtaking Charles, puts himself and Carlos in the wall on the straight. Says Carlos is obviously hiding some debilitating brain injury from the FIA if he’s driving like that. When Carlos wakes up, it’s Sunday again.
Time loop iteration twenty-three: Carlos goes into town and orders the greasiest burger he can find. Then he goes bowling, because he’s never been. A push notification from the F1 app informs him Oscar’s engine exploded and he’s still in critical condition. After that, Carlos doesn’t skip races anymore. When Carlos wakes up, it’s Sunday again.
Time loop iteration twenty-four: In the middle of Oscar’s rant, Carlos says “I feel like you are carrying a lot of stress about the championship.”
“Don’t make this about me,” Oscar snarls. “You’re the one that—”
“No, really,” Carlos says. “I have been reading about this, I think you don’t have an outlet and somehow I am a safe outlet for you to channel this stress. In a way, this is very flattering.”
Oscar’s mouth snaps shut and he goes bright pink in an instant.
“Fuck you,” Oscar spits, and storms out of Carlos’s hotel room. Huh. Interesting.
Time loop iteration twenty-five: “We should try some breathing exercises,” Carlos says. Oscar goes so red Carlos makes a mental note to ask him about his blood pressure in a coming loop.
Time loop iteration twenty-six: “I am kind of starting to enjoy this, is that weird?” Carlos asks. “I mean, I am not having a good season, but somehow I still seem to be your preferred rival, if that makes sense? It makes me feel—good, I guess? Like I still matter.”
“Are you having a stroke?” Oscar asks. “Fuck, let me—I’m googling the symptoms. Can you lift your arm?”
Time loop iteration twenty-seven: “Yoga?” Carlos asks. Oscar shouts at him, but Carlos gets distracted thinking about Oscar in downward dog position and when he shakes himself out of it, Oscar’s gone.
Time loop iteration twenty-eight: Fuck it, whatever. Carlos is a grown man, he can admit he’s been thinking about it. One fumbling make-out session with Teto when they were fifteen, that’s all the exploring he’s ever done, and every other time he’s thought about it, it seemed too risky. Something better saved for after retirement. But sometimes, Carlos wants. So much it seems like he can feel it moving under his skin like a living thing. And Oscar, his coarse surface grating against all of Carlos’s bumpy irregularities, wears Carlos down so fast it feels like it might burst out of him. He doesn’t even let Oscar open his mouth to start screaming before Carlos walks him back against the wall, seals their mouth together. He’s avoided thinking of how Oscar will react, just wanting to do one thing in this swirl of forgotten time that’s just for himself, but instead of pushing Carlos off, Oscar goes soft and pliant. His mouth opens for Carlos, easy, and his hands come up to grasp Carlos’s shirt and pull him closer.
It’s kind of a messy, undignified affair, from there on out. If either of them came up for breath for even a second, they might have figured out a way to have actual sex, but by the time they’ve rid themselves of most of their clothes, they can’t do anything else but grind together, panting into each other’s mouths.
“Carlos,” Oscar gasps out, fucking down so his cock slots in the sweat-slick crease of Carlos’s thigh and Carlos whines, pulling Oscar’s hips tighter against himself so he can rub off against the soft plain of Oscar’s stomach. Oscar’s desperate for it, flushed red and open-mouthed, and when he comes, he shudders all over. When he gets his bearings, he gets a hand around Carlos’s cock and sucks a mark into Carlos’s throat, high enough that there’s no collar in the world that can hide it, but it doesn’t fucking matter anyway, so Carlos lets it happen, arches up against Oscar and comes in the tight space between their bodies.
“You should stay,” Carlos tells him after they’ve showered and Oscar is searching around the floor for his shorts. It’s just his luck that specifically this weekend, none of Carlos’s friends or family are here and the Williams garage is full of touch-averse Brits, so Carlos has been missing casual intimacy, hugging someone, having another body close against his own. Oscar doesn’t argue, just curls into the curve of Carlos’s body and conks out, the tension Carlos has seen him carry for twenty-eight days and most of the season bled away.
Carlos falls asleep with his nose buried in Oscar’s hair, thinking about how tomorrow, Oscar will crash him out again. In turn ten, or four, or sixteen even, and then come to Carlos’s hotel room again to yell at him, all wound tight again.
When Carlos wakes up, sunlight is already streaming through the gaps between the curtains, which means he’s probably slept through his alarm, because he’s been waking up in the dark for twenty-eight days now. He turns around to check the time, but something halts his motion, a heavy weight trapping his arm against the mattress. Oscar’s face is smoothed out with sleep, his serene expression at odds with the rising panic Carlos feels gathering in the pit of his stomach and winding around his ribs. As gently as possible, without awakening Oscar, he twists his arm behind himself to get his phone off the night stand so he can check the screen. It’s Monday.
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been really into drawing chibi drivers lately
WAIT IS THAT—
i'm still working on the george drawing i promiseeeeeeeee!!!! but here's ollie, as a little in-between piece :]
Little rant.
Gabriel said that Lando wrote him a congratulation text after getting his seat.
Franco said that Lando was the first one to contact him and that they organised a lunch with him and his manager to talk about what were Franco’s preoccupations.
Susie said that Lando frequently visits the F1 Academy paddock.
Multiple fans at multiple races or F1 events said that Lando went out of his way to greet them and give them as much time as he could.
As of recently, fans said he even went to the fans that were outside of the very expensive red carpet.
And the thing that I love the most about all of this is that it’s never Lando saying these things, that we always hear it from third parties. It’s simply amazing.
tired babysitter tries to kill his client
Isack: I have a problem.
Liam: If it's harder than 2+2, I can't help.
the grid on a scale of gay son to thot daughter (imo)
Went from saying no one hangouts with lewis to hanging out with lewis and even trying on his sunglasses 😭🫶🏼
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What are you?
A Max sandwich.
Nico H.: You have Crayons?
Gabi: Yes, I have—
Nico H.: You're— how old are you?
Gabi: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.