"what would you do in this situation?"
i would sell airbrushed tshirts of spongebob smoking weed at the oceanfront

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"what would you do in this situation?"
i would sell airbrushed tshirts of spongebob smoking weed at the oceanfront
this is the funniest tweet i’ve ever seen
Familiars by IrenHorrors
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oakoak, 'Free Rothko', 2024 Source
The best thing about this is how much love for Rothko there is in it. Like... here. Here is a rectangle, and if you stand far away it's just two or three colors a bit streaky, and the closer you get the more it opens up until it swallows you whole with the idea of how vast it is, how much bigger than you. If someone framed the real-life sea and sky and told everybody that's what my artwork was like to them I'd kiss them
Representations of Female Suicide by Drowning in Victorian Culture by Valerie Meessen
[image description]: screenshot of text, some of which is highlighted. it begins, highlighted: In death, the female loses the quality of being Other, and becomes an inanimate object that no longer threatens male order. Her body, once 'a site of superlative alterity,' can now be controlled, composed, and dissected. [end highlight] In this state, the woman can be idealized. These ideas can be placed within the nineteenth century patriarchal cult of invalidism that Dijkstra has described. This cult glorified female suffering, illness, and consequently, their deaths. Women who could be defined as either faint, frail or fading away, were set as icons of virtuous femininity. The 'consumptive' look consequently became an ideal of feminine beauty, which prescribed a pale, almost translucent skin, feverish eyes, and an emaciated body. This sort of idealization went hand in hand with an [highlighting begins again] eroticization of the dead female, the ultimate object of male fantasy. [end highlight, end description].
Soviet postcard, 1955
Wow, maybe there's something to that old stereotype about *everyone* in the USSR playing chess for fun...
many such foolish cases :)
Everyone say thank you to trans femmes for showing us a version of femininity born from joy and desire instead of just through coercion
Everyone say thank you to trans mascs for showing us a version of masculinity born from joy and desire instead of just through coercion
Everyone say thank you to all people outside of the cis gender binary for showing us a version of gender born from joy and desire instead of just through a simple frame work in which our oppressor have used to kill, erase, and censor us.
Thank you for showing us the existence of a history before and a future ahead.
this is (trans) positivity!
Reject the idea that there is such a thing as high art and low art!!! Read smut! Write horror! Watch low budget shorts! Listen to a local garage band!!!
Read challenging classics! Write poetry!!! Watch foreign films!! Listen to experimental music!!!!!! Let a thousand blossoms bloom motherfucker!!!!!
Real thing that changed how i write: I started asking "what does this character think is wrong with them" and separately "what is actually wrong with them." Those two things are almost never the same. She thinks she's too much. She's actually terrified of being too little. He thinks he's bad at commitment. He's actually just never met someone he trusted enough. The gap between their diagnosis of themselves and the real thing, that's your character arc right there. you don't have to explain it. just write both.
Horse figure of the day: Windstone Editions #802-Jet Baby Unicorn – Jet Black
A coal-black prince, on cloven feet.
I don't know how to articulate this well, but I really fucking hate the way a lot of thin writers write fat characters. Like how men write women "breasting boobily" there is something so dehumanizing about how fat characters are often written. "He waddled", "he lumbered", the writer of the book I'm reading always mentions this characters "fleshy hand" when he does something with his hand. Like, we already know that he's fat. There is no need to describe everything he does as "doing it fatly".