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ăa million suns wonât fill you up if you canât see the wine overflowing your cupă
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upright: love, new beginnings, creativity
reversed: pain, bad news, repressed emotions
I wonder how it feels to be a therapist or psychiatrist in 2026 and watch the despair of young patients and realize itâs not attributed to mental illness but a rational response to the state of the capitalist hellscape world we live in
Iâm not depressed because I need a higher dose of my mood stabilizer. Iâm depressed because I spent years of my life working my fucking ass off to get a degree in biochemistry from one of the top universities in the world only to apply to over 100 jobs and the only one I land is one I hate every second of doing, the work is literally useless, and in spite of being there over 40 hours a week I still donât make enough to pay rent. The food benefits I get canât even feed a german shepherd. Iâm 23 years old with a college degree asking my parents to take me grocery shopping so I donât starve. Iâm not upset because of my mental illness Iâm upset because I work my ass off only to be broke and miserable
I bring a real 'actually people who are pregnant do deserve some special consideration because they are effectively at least temporarily disabled if not permanently after some complications' vibe to the party that a lot of people don't seem to like
This is real. Also, I had periods for about a decade pre-transition, and those can be debilitating, too, and should be given special consideration if the person having them experiences things like severe pain, heavy bleeding, issues with things like cysts, extreme nausea or fatigue, etc.
I have three monitors on my desk. The left one shows the order book. The middle one shows Truth Social. The right one shows the investigation queue.
On April 21st, the left screen moved first.
I am a Senior Surveillance Analyst at a commodities exchange. I have held this position for nineteen years. My job is to monitor trading activity for suspicious patterns and generate compliance reports. I am employee of the quarter. I have a mug.
At 19:54 GMT on April 21st, someone placed 4,260 sell orders on Brent crude futures. They did this during post-settlement. The window after the market closes when daily volume is typically in the dozens. Sometimes single digits. Sometimes I watch the screen and nothing happens for forty minutes and I think about whether my daughter is happy.
On April 21st, someone placed $430 million in directional bets in 120 seconds during that window. One hundred and twenty seconds. I timed it on my watch because the system clock rounds to the nearest minute and I have found, in nineteen years, that precision matters to no one but me.
At 20:10 GMT, the President posted on Truth Social that he was extending the Iran ceasefire.
Brent dropped from $100.91 to $96.83.
I flagged the trade. I flag a lot of trades. I want to tell you what happens to my flags.
My flags go into a system called TRACE. Trade Review and Compliance Evaluation. I did not name it. The system generates a report. The report goes to a committee. The committee has a name I am not allowed to share but I can tell you it meets quarterly and the conference room has a credenza with bottled water that is sparkling because someone once put still water in the room and a managing director sent an email about it that was longer than most of my surveillance reports.
The committee reviews my flags. The committee has reviewed all of my flags. Here is the complete record of actions taken on my flags in 2026:
Reviewed.
That's it. "Reviewed" is a status. In compliance, a status is the absence of an action that has been given a name so it looks like one.
Let me show you my flags.
March 9th. Someone bet millions on oil falling at 18:29 GMT. Forty-seven minutes later, a CBS reporter posted that the President said the Iran war was "very complete, pretty much." Oil dropped 25%. Forty-seven minutes. I flagged it.
March 23rd. Someone sold 5,100 lots of Brent and WTI crude futures between 10:49 and 10:50 GMT. Fourteen minutes later, the President posted on Truth Social about a "COMPLETE AND TOTAL RESOLUTION" to hostilities. Oil dropped 11%. Over 13,000 contracts traded in sixty seconds after the post. Fourteen minutes. I flagged it.
April 7th. Someone established a $950 million short position in oil futures at 19:45 GMT. Three hours later, the President declared a two-week ceasefire. Nine hundred and fifty million dollars. I flagged it.
April 17th. Someone placed $760 million in bearish bets twenty minutes before Iran's foreign minister confirmed the Strait of Hormuz would reopen. Seven hundred and sixty million. I flagged it.
April 21st. The $430 million. Fifteen minutes. I flagged it.
That is $2.1 billion in directional oil bets in April alone. Every one of them landed on the correct side of a presidential announcement. Every one of them was placed in a window so narrow you could measure it in bathroom breaks. I flagged every single one.
The CFTC chair told a Congressional committee that his organization has "zero tolerance" for fraud and insider trading. I wrote that quote on a Post-it note and stuck it to my right monitor. The one that shows the investigation queue. The investigation queue has not moved since March.
Zero tolerance. Zero staff. Zero budget. Zero prosecutions under the STOCK Act since it was signed in 2012.
Fourteen years. The law has existed for fourteen years and has been enforced zero times. In compliance, we call that a compliance rate of one hundred percent. No cases filed means no cases lost. You cannot fail an audit you never conduct. We call that excellence.
Last month the White House sent an internal email to staff. I was not on the distribution list but I have read reporting on it and I need you to sit with what I am about to say. The email instructed White House staff not to use insider information to place bets on prediction markets.
The White House had to send a memo telling its own employees not to insider-trade.
I want you to read that sentence again. Not because the instruction was unclear. Because the instruction was necessary. Because someone in the building looked at the same pattern I have been flagging for months on my three monitors and decided the appropriate response was an email.
The President's son sits on the advisory board of Kalshi. He is an investor in Polymarket. Both are prediction markets. Both saw accounts created days before U.S. military action.
One account. I cannot stop thinking about this account. It was called "Burdensome-Mix." It was created in December. On January 2nd, it placed $32,500 on Venezuela's president being removed from power. On January 3rd, Maduro was seized by U.S. special forces. Burdensome-Mix collected $436,000. Then it changed its username. Then it disappeared.
One account is a coincidence. But there were six.
Six accounts were created on Polymarket in February. All bet on U.S. strikes on Iran by the 28th. When the President confirmed the strikes, the six accounts collected $1.2 million between them. Five of the six never placed another bet. The sixth went on to correctly predict the ceasefire date and made another $163,000.
My surveillance system logged all of this. My system logs everything. My system does not have opinions and neither do I. I generate reports. The reports go to committees. The committees meet quarterly. Between meetings, the windows get shorter and the bets get larger.
March 9th: 47 minutes. March 23rd: 14 minutes. April 17th: 20 minutes. April 21st: 15 minutes.
The window is compressing. In March, you had time to make coffee between the trade and the announcement. By April, you had time to send a text. By summer, at this rate, the trade and the announcement will be the same event.
The spokesman said any implication that administration officials are engaged in insider trading is "baseless and irresponsible reporting."
Then the White House sent the email again.
I have been in compliance for nineteen years. I have seen insider trading run out of strip mall offices by men who could not spell "derivative." I have seen pump-and-dump schemes coordinated over WhatsApp by people who used their real names. I have seen a man try to manipulate soybean futures from a Panera Bread.
I have never seen $2.1 billion in perfectly timed trades across five presidential announcements in a single month go uninvestigated.
But I have also never seen a compliance system work this beautifully. Every trade flagged. Every report filed. Every committee briefed. Every quarterly meeting attended. Bottled water: sparkling. Minutes: distributed.
Zero prosecutions.
As long as the flags go up and the cases don't, my performance review says I am meeting expectations.
I am meeting expectations. The system is meeting expectations. The $2.1 billion is meeting expectations. The fourteen-year-old law with zero prosecutions is meeting expectations.
The left screen moves. The middle screen moves. The right screen stays perfectly, immaculately still.
In my field, we call this price discovery.
this is how new yorkers @ mamdani
proponents of the sex binary love to say that the Essence of your sex is stored only in one or another part of your body, and this Essence loves to move the moment it's pointed out that that aspect is not always aligned with one's other sex characteristics via being intersex or transsexual
"sex is in your genitals, I mean it's in your chromosomes, uh I mean it's in the size of gamete your body produces, uh I mean it's in the size of gamete your body is intended (???) to produce"
there are plenty of body parts that are regularly attributed to sex, and yet people are terrified of the idea that they may not always come in one of two particular configurations
all the talk about which part your Sex Essence really lies in is just drawing and redrawing linguistic boundaries as a method of erasing intersex and transsexual people. it's pure word games played to deny reality and define those of us who don't fit into the sex binary out of existence
the mythology of the Sex Essence, by the way, is how the patriarchy attempts to keep people bound to their assigned classes so it can categorize and control. you don't have a sex. you have a configuration of body parts and you have a state assigned class loosely based on only one of those body parts
when they say "sex is real" they really mean "Sex Essence is real"
btw when a lot of you say "amab" and "afab" it's obvious you're actually referring to Sex Essence rather than referring to the process by which the state assigns a class
AMBTS (Assigned Male By The State)
CAN WE SWITCH TO THIS ACRONYM ACTUALLY
- people need to be reminded who does the fucking assigning
- doesn't roll off the tongue, so you will never hear a trans woman called "an ambts" out loud
Per @spoonstrek
Stopped saying I want to kill myself and started saying damn I tired I need to sleep instead and it made insane impact. Be kinder to yourself and ask the questions and say the things you would think it would be good to say towards someone you love. Try to talk to you like you would to a friend. I know it is hard and we can't always do it but it helps
Iâm chained up in a basement and tortured + bleeding but Iâm not an emaciated little twink so no one even cared enough to jack off to it
one if my favorite gifs right now the blankest eyes ive ever seen the lights are on but no ones home. and the other thing like grooming its snout but i don't think its even aware of what its doing. i dont think either of them know anything or know that theyre alive
Beyond the Visible - Hilma af Klint (Jenseits des Sichtbaren - Hilma af Klint, Halina Dyrschka, 2019)
i need to come up with a way to say âi mean like, movies for grownupsâ that doesnât make me feel like a villain
well, first you spend half an hour reassuring them that kids movies are fine and movies for young people are fine and the movies aimed at younger demographics are fine. And kids movies can be just as good and nuanced and valuable. But simple stories are fine too. And its fine that popculture block buster movies are aimed at families for mass appeal to bring in the max amount of revenue and put butts in seats. And its fine that studios hedge their bets and aim for known franchised IPs that will produce a high ROI because of the nostalgia factor because its fine that its the 5th sequel spinoff reboot of the story they liked as a kid. Its fine actually, you have to promise that you have no issues with any of that.
It's just that you would maybe sorta like to watch anything other than that.
And then you're a villain who hates fun.
Im so used to my queer echochamber that when a woman doesnt have armpit hair its like a jumpscare
i think censoring subtitles is actually ableism
It legitimately is. I was a live captioner for deaf and HOH folks and one of the first things they told us in training was that if someone said a slur, it was our job to faithfully transcribe it. It isn't the job of a captioner to censor shit; the people using the captions we created did not need to be shielded from the things being said to them, because they needed the full context in order to make their own determinations about what was happening. If someone said the n word? It was my job to type out the n word, regardless of how uncomfortable it might feel to me.