'talk to me' hurt very bad
gotta figure it out somehow
so have this comic
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'talk to me' hurt very bad
gotta figure it out somehow
so have this comic
anyone else find boomer comics funny in an ironic way? like, if some kid actually said this I would think it's fucking hilarious
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such insolence... guards? seize her! ...no. stop. not like that. you are doing it gay. why are you seizing her gay style
I got an embroidery machine and now I will be UNSTOPPABLE. Itâs Rachnera from Monster Musume! This time in a honkinâ huge size! Her human half uses my 12 inch plush pattern, but in total sheâs about 11 inches tall and 14 inches long! She also features machine embroidery for her face and her skull marking! I spent the last few months learning to use my new embroidery machine and it really paid off! See her up close over on TikTok! Rachnera was commissioned by CoatGoat! UltraPancake.Carrd.Co
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Quite frankly yall need to be projecting more on the doms. Make the DOM have guilty sexual fantasies !!! Maybe the DOM is shamefully staring at the ceiling after waking up from a dream!!! Yall are cowards. Do none of you have any appreciation for the noble dom identity crisis. Do none of you have any respect for guilty sadists with control issues and who desperately want autonomy for once in their damn lives and who just want to Keep someone, for once, who want to be allowed to Want and Take . Do NONE of yall have any respect for sadists realizing with horror how badly they want to hurt the person they would do anything to protect and take care of and make smile? Cowards, all of you.
The Zen of La Llorona
by Deborah Miranda
La Llorona rises over my town -- a solitary curve, sharpened by someone elseâs fury. I read a small gray Zen book Everyone loses everything. Lovers, families, friends, possessions, egos -- we keep nothing of this world, not even our bodies. Itâs as if youâd lost your favorite teacup, you see. No amount of searching, weeping or wailing will bring it back. If you want a drink, use a different container. Write a long series of passionate poems about your cup. Hell, write a whole book. Obsession is the mother of creation. But as you compose, sip from the new mug. It will become your mug of choice. Youâll lose that one, too. And so on. In theory, anyway, we outlast dispossession: Ceramic mugs, hearts, continents. Outside, La Lloronaâs knife slices the indigo heart of silence. Nonsense, she howls. Thereâs always something left to lose.
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this is going to be a silly reblog but i have kind of a fixation on animal qualia and the idea of an animal's umwelt, so i ended up wondering whether pudding was actually "enjoying" this.
which meant i went and read about snail brains.
here's the bad news, at least by human standards:
snails do not have anything like a centralized brain. their nervous system is made up of small clusters of neurons (ganglia) that mostly handle very local tasks. they don't have a cortex, they don't build big integrated models of the world, and they almost certainly don't experience things like appreciation, anticipation, or savoring.
pudding is not looking at the sky and thinking it's beautiful.
snail eyes are basically light sensors - they can tell bright from dark, but not form images. snail "taste" is done through chemoreceptors on their tentacles and around their mouth. those receptors don't produce flavor the way ours do; they just detect chemical compounds and sort them into "approach," "ignore," or "avoid."
so there's no evidence that snails enjoy food, or wind, or views, the way mammals do.
and that does sound kind of sad. but then i thought that maybe we are asking the wrong question.
snails do have valence. they detect aversive things (like salt or dryness) and withdraw from them. they detect non-aversive or beneficial conditions (like moisture) and stay extended. when pudding is stretched out like this, it means his nervous system is basically saying "this is safe; nothing is wrong."
if we define pleasure not as our human experience of dopamine and reward chemicals but instead as "the absence of aversion" - a state where the organism is open to its environment instead of defending itself - then this does count as something positive, even if it's extremely nothing like human enjoyment.
pudding isn't appreciating the wind. but his body is registering humidity, safety, and the ability to keep functioning, and that matters to him in the only way his nervous system can make things matter. he does not think "this is great, this is awesome, i love the weather", because he doesn't think in the way we do at all, but the neurological action in his ganglion tell his body that he is safe, that the moisture is an acceptable level, that it's not too dry or windy, and that there's nothing imminently threatening.
i think a lot of the sadness comes from assuming that a good life has to look like ours: full of enjoyment, meaning, and aesthetic experience. but a snail isn't missing those things. its world just isn't built to include them.
snails don't have a sense of flavor. they don't even have tastebuds. this seems like a gimme, right? but again that might be asking the wrong question about what "taste" is. biologically speaking, it's chemoreception. we taste sweet because it indicates high value, high calorie sugar molecules. we taste salty for salt, umami for proteins. so in what way does pudding's chemoreceptors differ from ours instrumentally? we can say "by our human perspective, pudding can't experience "preference" or "savoring" or "anticipation of delicious food"", but from pudding's perspective we have radically overengineered ourselves for the task at hand. pudding can tell what's salty, what's high value, what has the chemicals he needs. the functional outcome is that he can discriminate food souces based on their composition. is that not taste?
so maybe the point isn't "this is sad because he can't enjoy it," but "this is a reminder that minds come in radically different shapes, and value doesn't have to be rich to be real."
âminds come in radically different shapes, and value doesn't have to be rich to be realâ
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i canât get over emily wilsonâs review of the odyssey. anyways here are my favourite parts:
âUnlike some of Nolanâs other films, The Odyssey is not boring, thanks to the source material, which is impossible to mess up entirely.â
âNolanâs spectacle threatens to drown out his story just as the towering waves of the wine-dark sea â more grey than purple â threaten to overwhelm his heroâs ship.â
âBut writing dialogue is not one of Nolanâs talents. The language is relentlessly expository, humourless and flat.â
âI was humbled to learn that Nolan has read at least the first line of my translation of The Odyssey into iambic pentameter. In at least one interview, he cited my version of the first line of the poem: âTell me about a complicated man.â But I would be ashamed to have written any part of this script.â
âIt lacks psychological, emotional, political and ethical depth. Its narrative structure is gimmicky. The writing is abysmal. None of the characters has convincing motivation for their actions or words. There are no sex scenes, and all the food looks horrible.â
cant talk rn obsessed over the design concept of this 2017 production of pinocchio as a stage play where pinocchio is the only character played by a human actor and the rest of the cast are portrayed as puppets ,,,
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âBushpigâ by Olaf & Silke Schumann, CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
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a very loose collection of thoughts because i haven't slept in more than fifty hours, but one element that always gets to me about the homeric epics and a lot of greek mythology overall is the tragic emotional divide between gods and humans. it's like there's a constant insurmountable gap of perception there, most of all in regards to mortality, between the deathless and the bound-to-die: of course the gods are aware that all mortals will eventually die, but they seem on the whole unable to truly understand and sympathize with just how brief mortal lives are or how massively the gods' involvement (and entitlement) can derail and shorten those lifespans.
that tragedy hangs over the entirety of the iliad to me. it's exemplified in how, when achilles is going mad with grief over patroclus, zeus empathizes with and wants to comfort achilles' immortal horses instead. countless human lives have been and will be lost or ruined from this god-driven war, but the perspective zeus understands and feels an emotional connection to is that of animals that can't die. sure the gods mourn their mortal offspring (like sarpedon) when they fall, but the grief comes across as very brief and possessive, like the loss of a favourite doll. (of course, they can just make more demigods later. they have all the time in the world after all)
(thetis is obviously the big outlier here, which might be part of why i've always been obsessed with her. i'd say thetis' preoccupation with her son's finite lifespan is downright extreme among the gods. there are other immortals who can sympathize with her grief, like hephaestus, but not empathize. she is an oddity among them.)
to me it's central to the odyssey too. especially, as elizabeth vandiver points out (as i carefully set my "days since fawning over vandiver" counter to zero) in book 13. odysseus, as gently as he can, tells athena that there were years of his long journey he felt completely abandoned by her and he was weighed down by doubts if he'd ever see his home again, and she pretty much brushes him aside letting him know she never worried because she knew he'd get home eventually. eventually. vandiver makes a point here that 10 extra years to athena can't possibly mean what 10 extra years mean to odysseus. he has missed out on seeing his son growing up, he's longed for his wife and parents and home for a significant chunk of his life. it's a very brief exchange but a tragic moment to me. he tries to explain and she's simply unable to understand the weight of it, and dismisses it with a single line.
but that divide makes sense to me. the gods have eternity to do whatever they want. we know they fear imprisonment and servitude and discomfort and humiliation (all of which makes sense of zeus' sympathy for the immortal horses) -- essentially temporary things to them. not anything as definite and final as death. they can't choose to know what it is to fear death, or how the finite nature of human lives impacts just about everything homeric human character do (kleos anyone?). there's just no bridging that gap.
best kinds of characters either:
is/has been an active suicide risk
doesnât or cannot consider suicide a real option and so is left with an inarticulable feeling of circling the drain