All the coffee in the world, and yet, I am still tired... @sycsct - Tumblr Blog

having undiagnosed autism as like an elementary schooler is like “hi!!!! i love everyone and want everyone to be my friends!!!! :D” and then everyone is really fucking mean to you constantly for reasons you can’t even begin to comprehend

#reblog #bros and hoes this is exactly what happened to me 😭#sad but true

i-r-gigi

If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #fuck ice #abolish ice #i reblog cause i like it #reblog #i reblog so people know about it

infectiouspiss

2026

FUCK HARD

FUCK FAST

FUCK BADLY

NEVER USE GENERATIVE AI

CREATE JOY

MUSIC ALWAYS

PSPSPSPS AT KITTIES ON THE STREET

YUMMY SOUP

go see the doctor about that thing

BE TRANSGENDER

KISS YOUR FRIENDS

EAT CHEESE

NEVER KILL YOURSELF

THRIVE

#bishop.txt #reblog #i reblog cause i like it

sundew-the-android

equally tired of the prevailing opinions on destroya being either "oooh moaning song" or "stop being immature and listen to the lyrics!!!". like. it's a song about anti-consumerism and complicated relationships to god and above all the determination to fight the system alongside the people you do believe in. the sex appeal is part of that, not an afterthought. both (presumably) in battery city and in the real world, sexuality is simultaneously commodified and policed. be available, but not slutty. be perfectly attractive, but still real. use it to get what you want, but only within the existing power structure-- never try to take more. god forbid you don't fit within the framework; anyone deviant or dirty is punished for it. sound familiar?

furthermore, most peoples' work, regardless of whether it's sex work, requires them to sell their bodies and their time to their employer in some way, shape, or form. sexuality and anti-capitalism are more closely linked than they appear. the connections between religion and rebellion and sexuality are more obvious, i think.

in and out of universe, sex sells. no idea if it was mcr's intention (probably not) but using sex appeal to push a song about anti-capitalist rebellion is pretty great. anyways. considering all that, it's ironic that conversation about destroya often gets reduced to either only seeing the sex appeal or being oddly puritanical about it... the point has been missed

#mcr #danger days #destroya #reblog #i reblog cause i like it

teomodo

art books on the internet archive for you

morpho books

figure drawing for all it's worth (+ creative illustration)

framed ink

will eisner comics and sequential art

will eisner graphic storytelling and visual narrative

understanding comics (+ making comics)

folder of various animation production art

burne hogarth drawing dynamic hands

perspective for comic book artists

michael mattesi force drawing

the animator's survival kit

color and light james gurney

be free

#reference #art #i reblog cause i like it #reblog

pukicho

You really be using Tumblr like Facebook marketplace.

Yes. Fuck facebook. Pukicho marketplace.

#reblog #i reblog cause i like it

miiilowo

getting gender euphoria from stupid and cringe and boring shit is awesome and if anyone makes you feel bad for it you should tear them open with your bare hands ok

#reblog #i reblog cause i like it

ouroborosmoons

fagmyers

if you aren't acting accordingly this is your warning of things to come. everybody must do their part to change this climate with our bare hands. protect your neighbors.

nealashitposts

So I've got this friend whose nervous because shes dating a guy and she hasn't told him shes trans yet. They've only been on a two dates. For this story let's call the friend Jane and the guy she was dating Jason. Happy ending don't worry.

I tell Jane to bring her boy over to a bbq I'm having so she can tell him she's trans at my place surrounded by queer and trans people who love her and will support her if he ends up being awful.

She waits till the end of the bbq to tell him the news, by which point the rest of us have learned that Jason is a kind, friendly, empathetic, hard working, dummy.

So we sit down, all of us a little worried about this gym bro's reaction. She tells him she's trans, and that she understands if he doesn't want to keep dating her, it's no big deal.

He's baffled. He's heard the word trans but thinks it means she spends half the year overseas. So Jane explains what trans is, and after the disclosure that she hasn't had bottom surgery yet he says:

"Oh you have a dick?"

"... yeah."

This guy look's around at the room full of people all holding their breath, at his girlfriend who is clearly frightened and says

"Oooohhhh! I get it! You think- don't worry Babe! Watch this!"

And ya'll this man jumps up, runs into the kitchen and returns with one of the bratwurst we'd grilled and proceeds to tilt his head back, put it down his throat, hold it in his mouth for a moment, and spit it up without even a whisper of a gag and then looks around at everyone absolutely beaming with pride.

My mans saw his worried girlfriend and her support network all gathered around and thought to himself "Oh they don't think I can't please my girl, but I'll show them!"

#i reblog cause i like it #reblog #this.... this is everything 👏

cryptotheism

LA is not "burning down" bitch you can still get doordash here

cryptotheism

LA pride literally shut down the city more than the actual military. This is a joke.

beardedmrbean

legendaryvermin

I-

I think that might have been my handiwork?

It's at the very least the exact same model of phone and the jack is in the same spot??!

rathayibacter

elvie. elvie what do you mean by this

legendaryvermin

The year is 2010, I am working on a senior project where I learn to play accordion. As a part of this, I join a local program that lets me sort of volunteer with the EMP/SFM, known today as the Museum of Pop Culture.

One of our primary jobs is that we are responsible for doing preselection of bands for MoPop's all under 21 battle of the bands, and attend all the shows involved. One of said bands has an old telephone handset that they use as a microphone. As a teenager still unable to distinguish between fun gimmick and thoughtful artistic choice, this experience plants a seed that will grow with terrifying rapidity.

I talk about the phone mic I saw a lot. I look up how different kinds of phones are built, and discover that most older phone handsets use what's called a "carbon button microphone", a device for capturing sound so simple that the only way to really damage it is to smash the thing with a hammer. The seed has begun to germinate.

2010 is one of the final, gasping years of the Radio Shack franchise. I think the decline of Radio Shack makes sense for a lot of reasons, but it's also emblematic of a cultural shift that I can't get over to this day. Any child in 2010 can acquire the parts required to fix a toaster, microwave, radio, or to build a Tesla Coil capable of broadcasting electricity 15 or so feet at the local Radio Shack, provided they have the money, time, and sick fascination with electronics or their own narrow understanding of communism. It is downright trivial for that child in 2010 to acquire a 1/4" jack, some wire, and ensure that yes, their father is in possession of a soldering iron. I ask my dad if we have a working telephone headset that I can render inoperable for use with a phone, and he obliges.

The beauty of a carbon button microphone is that in addition to sounding like you're radioing in from the antarctic, is that it's basically impossible to wire up to a jack incorrectly. The humble quarter inch jack doesn't carry electricity to power things, it's only job is to complete a circuit capable of turning mechanical wiggles into electromagnetic ones. I disassemble the phone, disconnect the phone jack present, and dispose of the speaker. To save myself having to drill a new hole in the handset, I install the quarter inch jack into the space where the phone jack originally was housed. I can tell that there won't be enough space on that side for both the inserted patch cable (the thing that plugs guitars into amplifiers) AND the microphone, so the wiring for that part has to be run through the central body of the phone to the other side.

I am then faced with a decision. See, the phone in question opened up by unscrewing the covers for the speaker and microphone, but the threading on the covers was identical even though the covers weren't. I could choose to place either the ear cover (lots of holes, slightly convex) or the mic cover (a few holes, fairly concave) over the mic. In the end, I decided to keep the mic cover with the microphone, which resulted in them being swapped from their original positions.

The mic got used in a few shows, including my senior project, and I had it at least until the end of college. At some point I decided I was done with the thing as I no longer had a band, and didn't have time to start one again. I think I gave it to Goodwill, either in Washington or Oregon.

I forget about the mic.

Thing is, I knew that phone mic really well. I don't want to say it was like, iconic, or anything, but it was a stupid project I was really proud of, and so I knew it intimately. The phone in that picture:

1) is at the very least the same model of handset that I modified.

2) uses a quarter inch jack that is installed in the same location/angle as the phone jack would be.

3) has the microphone and speaker caps switched from their normal positions, assuming there's not a hole for the original phone jack on the side we can't see.

I can't say for certain, but I think someone who knew a little bit about microphone and speaker tech bought my mutilated phone mic at the Goodwill. 🤷🏼‍♀️

rathayibacter

holy fuck

#reblog #peak engineering ngl