Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
Sade Olutola
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosmic Funnies
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Cosimo Galluzzi
Show & Tell
DEAR READER
Claire Keane
Love Begins
pixel skylines
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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todays bird
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@wasthursday
Hey, I made a new tumblr over here. I've tried to pick up as many people as I could remember who were still posting, but if you actually want to interact with me after all these years I'll be happy to follow back on my new account.
(It's a weeb blog tho.)
(Still a big Clarke fan! However!)
vash + close combat
no context behind this painting.
before you stab someone: THINK!
how can you make it Tender?
how can you make it Homoerotic?
how can you make it Implicitly intimate?
how can you make it Noticeably a metaphor for sex?
how can you make it Kind of gay?
I haven't been drawing seriously in any capacity for years and this is the first time I'm participating in a zine. A cleaner version will be up in the zine @/sponsoredbyadhd is spearheading.
Translation for any interested in what the hell I slapped up there in the read more
"Kill yourself" is basic. "I hope your fandom gets a new installment that is objectively a great work but also tonally dissonant from the previous ones in a way that generates a huge newbie boom of people uninterested and hostile towards the history of the franchise" is smart. It's possible. It's terrifying. It's happening right now.
Reblog if, no matter the size of the role, you would agree to work with the Muppets if offered the chance to do so, no questions asked
THEY WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO FINISH THE PITCH BEFORE I TELL EM I’M IN
Recruiter: Hello, I'm with the Muppets and...
Me: Where do I sign?
black with low white spotting (this cat has vitiligo)
maomao is my favorite "not like other girls" style protagonist bc for one shes a girls girl through and through. to the bone. and two she's just a weird little freak. absolute lunatic. they have the whole "omg she's actually beautiful and everyone falls for her when she's all made up" trope but the punchline is that she does not fucking want to look like that. she actively puts dirt on her face every day bc she does not want to be perceived as attractive (mostly out of fear of being used for sex work though at the same time she has the utmost respect for women who do sex work like she grew up in a brothel those are her sisters). she's Sherlock level smart and solves every mystery so fast but goes "well thats none of my business. anyway back to testing poisons on myself" she has the 2nd most powerful guy in the nation head over heels in love with her and is like "man this guy is weird around me what's his deal. I guess he's fine though because he gives me rare medicines and has no dick" fucking ICON i love her. also she once slapped someone so hard they fell on the floor. 10/10
happy to report that gen α is using ‘Elon Musk’ as a derogative as of recent
this came about because we were playing mario party last night and I used boo to steal a star and our son called me “elon musk” and when I asked why he said “because you didn’t earn that”
it was not on wheat...
Dear Nextdoor,
I was resubscribed, for some terrible reason unknown to me, to emails from this site, an unparalleled locus of poorly-concealed racism, unleashed dogs, missing outdoor cats (surely unrelated), and unabashed classist bullying of the homeless for being unsightly and making people mildly uncomfortable for the minute and a half they are trapped one car behind the stoplight.
I'm not sure why this has happened.
Imagine my dismay when I discovered that in order to be certain I had removed myself from all email notifications, I had to go deep into settings and remove myself from each sub-subcategory individually. There were so many. I fear, even now, that I missed one, and coming to the site to turn one off seemed to reactivate all the others. (If deliberate, an extremely insidious and clever tactic.)
A single button which, when pressed, would end this piecemeal torment would suffice.
I would deactivate my account entirely but A) I want to find out approximately where the Cybertruck owner near me lives so I can find it, drive by, and laugh at it instead of simply hoping to spot it in the parking lot of Dick's Sporting Goods, and B) I don't want to lose track of the lovely interactions I have had here, including the people who told me that the Bible bids us to let homeless people starve, and the ones who said that their free-roaming pets' testicles were so important to God's plan that they should not be removed, lest His intent for all creatures to go forth, multiply, and die on the side of the highway be foiled. I mean, where else do you get to see something like that? Aside from, I suppose, every other social media site at this point. That's where we are as a society.
"But wait!" I hear the leering specter of user retention croon. "This site does offer something special: you get to know these people live near you!"
I do not want that.
Anyway, I wanted to let you know that having to do it all bit by bit was completely unnecessary and felt deeply insulting in some way, as if my ability to know whether or not a given site is a festering cesspit dedicated to the squabblings of a loudly mediocre populace (that would probably gladly fling their own goopy white dogs under the bus in pursuit of a world without bitchy gays like me, were there any public transportation here worth mentioning) were being called into question.
Maybe give people a single button to press to revoke their consent to receive updates on the horrendous cavalcade of human folly. That would be better than making me think about it for almost two minutes during which I could have been showing people on Bluesky pictures of my cat, who eats soap.
I'm not denying the site must be useful for some, but it really is a terrible thing. Probably because of where I live, but I can't help that part.
Be well, anonymous stranger. None of this is your personal fault. Please tell those above you that the email tickyboxes are the internet equivalent of those spikes that prevent perfectly nice birds from landing on beige buildings.
Thank you for allowing me to procrastinate at you.
-- A perfectly normal individual who would never vaguepost about anyone's lawn.
