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Adrian: WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BEAUTIFUL MATE QUESTION?!

Grace: I swear I didn’t teach him this! I promise!

Adrian: LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE!

Rocky: Watch me macarena statement. My hands are in the air as if I simply do not care. I have also learned the whip and, additionally, the nay-nay.

Adrian: I’M CALLING A DOCTOR.

Rocky: Observe the worm *hits the ground with an earth-shaking thwump and screeches along the floor*

noah-wyles

all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again

fluoritegalaxy

Like to charge, reblog to cast.

i-like-reblog-maps

notbecauseofvictories

A few weeks ago, I visited my parents out in the suburbs---and, as any dutiful granddaughter would, I also trekked over to my grandparents' house to bow obeisance and exchange polite small talk.

(To be really clear, I don't actually object to this. Their world is small, hemmed in by my grandfather's profound memory loss and my grandmother's mobility issues, declining cognition---visiting with them costs me nothing and makes them happy. But....well. Getting old is not for the faint of heart.)

Anyway, while I was there, my grandmother pulled out an old photo album of hers. There are a handful of pictures from her and her siblings' childhood, others from the brief period when she was a single gal in the city (she interned for a branch of a federal agency, spent time in Washington DC); plus a handful from her marriage, and when she was a young school teacher. She can name every person in every photo, even the schoolkids! It's an amazing map of her memory.

But what stuck out to me---and sticks out to me now, as I look through/edit my sister's wedding photos---is that the less-than-perfect feels realer, truer, and more emotive than the perfectly staged shots. I have lovely shots of my sister and brother-in-law, perfectly posed; but what I love is the slightly blurred, too-flushed photo of them about to kiss. I like the photos of my grandmother poised and well-dressed at someone's wedding---but I love the photo of her with her girlfriends, perched on a wooden fence beside a cliffside and them laughing, squirming, faintly fuzzed around the edges.

"Grandma," I said to this 80+ year old woman who only mostly remembers who I am, "you're so cute!"

"Oh, well..." she tried to demur, though I could tell she was pleased.

My mother likes posed phone camera pictures---everybody smile, hold it! type shots. What I love are the photos where the subject has not figured out that you're about to immortalize them. They're just laughing, or teasing; their mouth is open, things are flushed, there are folds. To look at images of human beings being human is worship, in my opinion. It doesn't make a difference whether that image is a bunch of 20-something women in 1950s Washington DC or a 20-something Midwestern couple in the 2020s. Either way, the humanity is unchanged.

man-peach-reborn

A textpost for every episode of The Magnus Archives (76-100)

76: The Smell of Blood

77: The Kind Mother

78: Distant Cousin

79: Hide and Seek

80: The Librarian

81: A Guest for Mr. Spider

82: The Eyewitnesses

83: Drawing a Blank

84: Possessive

85: Upon the Stair

86: Tucked In

87: The Uncanny Valley

88: Dig

89: Twice as Bright

90: Body Builder

91: The Coming Storm

92: Nothing Beside Remains

93: Contaminant

94: Dead Woman Walking

95: Absent Without Leave

96: Return to Sender

97: We All Ignore the Pit

98: Lights Out

99: Dust to Dust

100: I Guess You Had to Be There

1-25 - 26-50 - 51-75

systlin

"Sys how is your decent into fiber arts hell going"

Glad you asked. I have arrived at 'modern flax is Bullshit compared to what we had in historical textiles, the flax widely available for handspinning is basically the tow that would be discarded from textile creation and used with tar to caulk ships back in the day'

This naturally led me down a hole of 'why is the staple length of this stuff a bullshit 6 inches' and the answer is 'we have bred modern flax more for the oil than the fiber because cotton usurped the place of everyday textile thanks to slavery and the cotton gin'

Anyway, THIS led me to a rabbit hole that culminated in me finding flax seed bred for proper 30 inch tall plants for fiber, sold by some fellow minded nerds on a website that has not been updated since 1998 and you have to email them to buy anything.

Anyway how are all of you doing.

systlin

I FAILED YOU ALL here is the site. You can also buy flax fiber from them. The PROPER shit, not the hot garbage ass tow fiber sold as flax top for handspinners.

systlin

'machine combing shortens the flax fibers by several inches'

This right here is part of why modern linen is a pale shadow of historical linen. Legitimately it cannot be properly replicated by machines. It HAS to be made by human hands if you want the best quality.

trashmammal-7

To all those who celebrate

violet-hady

Everyone talks about Neil banging out the tunes, but no one talks about the fact that there are four known images of Neil, which document him learning piano in a single day! Now that is talent!