Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
I could . not. put. this down for 48 hours - stayed up too late, had weird dreams about it, woke up early, and played it while I was supposed to be doing other things. the last several dozen items took a lot of googling, which I do not even begrudge it.
and then. My partner started it. And the SAME THING happened to him.
surprisingly compelling. start when you have free time. like, yanno, a snow day.
oh my god, if you are the kind of person who gets sucked into logic puzzles, do not click that link if you have to do anything/go to sleep in the next couple hours
We toss out over 80 pounds of textiles each year. These textiles are often made of plastic materials (polyester, nylon), made in unethical conditions, dyed with harsh dyes that often get put into the rivers, etc. Even a single cotton shirt releases carbon emissions and uses tons of water.
So the best thing to prevent the unsustainable growth of the fashion industry is to make sure that your clothing lasts as long as possible. To do so, mending clothing is a must. So here are some resources to help you learn how to do various things, such as sewing a button, to tailoring clothes, or even upcycling old clothing into new styles.
* How to sew on three different types of button
* How to hand sew on a patch on a torn pair of jeans
* How to sew up a hole in an old shirt
* How to sew a simple T-shirt
* How to upcycle old clothing into new clothing
* More upcycle and sewing techniques
* How to repair a damaged sock
* How to do an invisible stitch
* 3 different stitches to work with for different results
* How to make a T-shirt smaller so it fits you better
* How to make repairs to your shoes
These are just a few of the things that you can do in order to make sure that your clothing lasts for a long time. Nobody wants to keep buying new clothing, as it is expensive and wasteful.
So making alterations to your clothing, or fixing small holes hen you see them can be hugely beneficial to your wallet, to garment workers, and to the environment in the long term.
ive always been willing to die on the hill of cis women being able to beat cis men in sports so nobody will ever ever make me concerned about trans women in womens sports even if i was delusional enough to believe that was a comparable situation. do i think a cis woman could beat a trans woman in fucking pickleball or whatever? Buddy I think a cis woman could beat a cis male bodybuilder in sports. You will not get me
Research has shown that women, due to specific reasons, have regularly produced faster times than men in marathon swimming.
The sport’s governing body says there is little difference in performance between genders. Should men and women compete head-to-head as indi
Uncover the unique differences between men’s and women's gymnastics at the Olympics. Explore how these events contrast in style and rules.
Women outperform men in many sports, and in many instances, the men's versions of these sports are rewritten into completely different versions so that they can't be compared.
And if your reaction to this is "well women don't outperform men in skills that we typically find impressive" I would implore you to think about why things women tend to be better at than men are valued less by society.
If your reaction is "well that's cherrypicking examples, its such a small handful of formalized sports" I'd implore you to think of why so many popular sports are structured around the specific set of skills men are better at.
Because the answer starts with m and ends with isogyny.
Worth noting with olympic shooting specifically it was a mixed event, until a woman started beating them, at which point it became gendered. Gendered shooting is like gendered chess, it's not even a game of strength.
Remember that if you want to do more of something, you have to do less of something else. It's that time of year where people set goals for the new year and they have plans and hopes and it's always focusing on what they want to do more of. More studying, more exercise, more crafting, more socialising, more making things from scratch. Okay, great. What are you going to do less of in order to have the time and energy to do more of those things you really want to do?
And if your answer to this is "less doomscrolling" or "less bedrotting" then great, but please think about why you're doing those things. No one's doomscrolling or bedrotting because they don't have things they'd rather be doing. Actually, I'm willing to bet you have a lot of things you'd rather be doing and you spend your life internally screaming at yourself to do literally any one of the many things you want to be doing instead, but you don't have the energy for them all and you can't work out how to prioritize them, so doomscrolling spares you from making that decision. Or perhaps you're burned out from taking on too many projects and you need to rest your brain, so you lie in bed because you don't even have the energy to get started anymore.
This is going to be a really hard pill to swallow, but the truth is you might not be able to balance all your hobbies and all your projects the way you'd like. If you want to finish writing that book, you might have to reduce your daily drawing habit to a couple of times a week. If you want to do yoga every morning, you might have to accept not cooking from scratch as often. If you want to spend more time with your family, you might have to cut down on your yearly reading goal. I'm not saying give up on your hobbies; I'm be realistic with your time and your energy and be kind to yourself. Stop expecting yourself to do more and do better every single year. You don't have to constantly be growing upwards and reaching for the stars; you can be content with where you are, or even cut parts of yourself back to make space for other things in your life to bloom.
Think about what your priorities are and make peace with doing less of other things. Less is okay. Less is not failing. Less is self care.
A recent conversation in a discord group reminded me of something important. If you're on the younger side (under 25 or 30) and you haven't seen all the incredible, dark and disturbing fantasy films that came out in the 1980s and late 1970s, then I would strongly encourage you to do so. There was something so dark about that genre during that time that I absolutely adore and that isn't really around in modern films for children and young adults (once they learned that it traumatized a whole generation of us).
My faves in case you need any recommendations. (Some of these are really not appropriate for children, so keep that in mind lol).
The Dark Crystal - 1982 - the Skeksis will give you nightmares. I am honestly very proud of the remake for being just as disturbing if not more so than the original.
Watership Down - 1978- NOT FOR CHILDREN - Jesus Christ why did so many of our parents show us this film at a formative age? It's all about trauma and death and displacement and there's literal blood and murder. Not a G Rated Film. Still, it's very good. Loads better than that CGI remake from a decade ago.
The Secret Of NIMH - 1982 - Incredible movie. Minor disturbing elements. Probably my favorite on the list. It's just a great adventure story with real world issues (animal experimentation, mental health problems, disabilities) and there's even a lovely romance. Highly recommend.
Legend - 1985- This film is just straight up disturbing. Yes, there's a lot of beautiful shots of unicorns and sexy, 20-something year old (insane Scientology wack job) Tom Cruise and gorgeous Mia Sara, but there's also torture, madness and literally the Devil (Tim Curry is the entire reason you should watch this film)
Labyrinth - 1986 - I only really have two words. David. Bowie. My 10 year old self found out about a lot of burgeoning kinks while watching that man prance around in eyeliner and a codpiece. It's a wonderful adventure as well - if you ignore the blatant romantic and sexual tension between Bowie and an underage Jennifer Connelly (none of us could)
The NeverEnding Story - 1984 - Lots of disturbing imagery in this one! The Nothing was fucking terrifying, and the creatures in this world seemed uniformly creepy, but still incredibly well done. Love the adventure of it.
The Princess Bride - 1987 - Not technically a kids film maybe? Lots of adult themes and adult jokes, but safe for kids imo. I adored it and still do. Incredible performances by Cary Elwes and Mandy Patinkin. R.O.U.S, Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya! (need I say more?)
The Last Unicorn - 1982 - A beautiful film with stunning representations of innocence, good and evil. Just gorgeous really. I should rewatch it as it's been 20 years or so.
A romance / Action film about a knight and a maiden who are cursed. Her to transform into a hawk during the day & him into a wolf at night. Forever keeping them apart.
DragonSlayer
A coming of age tale about a wizard apprentice who must save a village from a dragon & the sacrifice lottery the village has established around it.
(Rare example of 1980s genderfuckery)
Willow
LOTR before we ever thought a LOTR film would ever be possible. You've probably seen this one, but just in case.
The Flight of Dragons
Transplanted into the body of a dragon a scientist must come to terms with magic, even while explaining it.
Krull
Classic adventure story severely undervalued in its time.
Some of the creepiest spider stop motion to ever exist.
As an autistic child with ADHD and a burgeoning case of OCPD, I was deeply upset by many moments in many of these movies (particularly The Dark Crystal and The Never Ending Story, which are dark, so you have every right to feel grossed/creeped out by those muppets. They were hella extremely creepy.
I NEED nerdy vessel. I’m talking he’s telling you about he’s nerd interests oblivious to the fact you’re trying to makeout
*ahem*
don't mind me just dropping this here...
The first thing you always notice about his flat is how alive it feels. It isn’t messy – no, not exactly – but it’s the sort of space that hums with quiet obsession, papers and sketchbooks stacked in precarious towers beside a cluttered desk where a half-built lego model sits under the halo of a desk lamp. The soft whirr of his PC fills the room, screen still glowing faint blue from whatever forum thread he’d been lost in before you came over. He’s sitting cross-legged on the couch when you arrive, loose hoodie slouched off one shoulder, a controller still in his hand like he’d forgotten it there. When he looks up, his mouth twitches into that shy, boyish smile that still makes your chest ache – like he can’t quite believe you’re real, that you’d keep coming back here, to him. The air smells faintly of coffee and laundry detergent, that familiar Vessel blend that you’ve started to associate with safety. You drop your bag somewhere by the door, already feeling that soft hum under your skin that always starts when you’re near him, the one that builds in your chest until your whole body feels like static.
He pats the spot beside him, shifting slightly to make room for you, and as you sink down next to him, your thigh brushes his. He barely glances up, too busy pausing his game, launching into some quick, excited tangent about the way the soundtrack’s tempo shifts the player’s heartbeat – his voice bright, animated, hands gesturing in those sharp, birdlike movements he makes when he forgets to be self-conscious. You watch the way his mouth moves, the way light catches the stubble along his jaw, the way he keeps unconsciously smiling at you in between sentences. You can barely hear the words; all you can think about is how close he is, how much you want to feel that voice against your throat instead of in your ear. The room feels small, warm, almost humming with your shared breath. He’s still talking, fingers sketching invisible diagrams in the air, completely oblivious to the fact that you’ve started to lean closer, your hand brushing his knee – slow, deliberate, testing.
You climb into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world, as if gravity wanted you there. His breath stutters in surprise, a quiet hitch beneath your ear, but his hands don’t quite know where to go – hovering midair before settling awkwardly on your hips, tentative and light, like he’s afraid to make the wrong move. He looks at you, eyes wide behind his shaggy hair, mouth parting with a tiny, dazed smile – and then, somehow, impossibly, he just keeps talking. He picks up the thread of his thought without missing a beat, voice soft and laced with that boyish animation that always betrays how much he loves what he’s saying.
“So, right, the – uh – the frequency changes if the structure resonates too much, it’s kinda like…” His words falter when you shift, as the denim of your jeans drags slow under the fabric of his sweats, as your hands slip under the hem of his hoodie and find warm skin. His throat flexes when he swallows, and the sound of his voice catches for a heartbeat before tumbling back into explanation, like he’s clinging to the safety of it. You can feel every breath he takes now, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your palms, the faint vibration of his words against your mouth when you lean close enough to kiss the corner of his jaw. His scent is everywhere – soap and caffeine and something warmer underneath, the lived-in sweetness of his room, a thousand late nights and quiet hums of concentration. You press closer, your breath feathering against his skin, and still he’s trying to tell you about resonance, about sound waves and timbre, voice unraveling in the smallest, sweetest cracks. You can’t help the little smile curling at your lips, because it’s so him – so endearingly oblivious, so lost in the thing he loves that he hasn’t yet realized you’re trying to love him, in a way that words could never reach.
He’s still trying, poor thing, still clinging to the thread of his explanation like it’s a lifeline, even as you move against him and every breath comes out a little uneven. His words spill in fragments now – half theory, half stuttered noise – as if the boundaries between what he means to say and what his body is feeling have begun to blur. “It’s, um – see, the resonance – like how a structure can collapse if the—” He stops, swallows hard, tries again, the syllables dissolving into air when your hands slip beneath his hoodie and skim the edge of his ribs. His skin is warm, almost feverish, and the faint tremor that goes through him is more honest than anything he could say. You can feel his focus unraveling with every soft drag of your fingertips, the way his mind keeps trying to crawl back to safety, to music theory, to something he can name and measure – anything but this. You could see his eyes clearly now, pupils blown wide, lashes twitching as if trying to keep them from fluttering shut. The glow from the monitor paints him in shifting blue light, and for a heartbeat he looks unreal – something sacred and breakable all at once. You press your forehead to his, close enough that his next breath tangles with yours, and whisper something wordless, something that isn’t really a question. His voice falters completely. The half-formed thought dies in his throat, replaced by a sound – soft, involuntary, the kind that vibrates straight through your chest. And though he doesn’t say it, you can feel the truth in it: he’s lost now, helplessly, beautifully lost.
being so staunchly anti generative ai while everyone around you is "i used chatgpt" and "i asked grok" and google search is useless and every company is implementing ai and every single celeb is taking ai money and partnering with ai is like... it's so jarring. why can't you see the harm like i can? why are you so lazy? why are we making society this stupid? can we please stop? it's killing people does that not matter to you?
use overdrive, libby, hoopla, cloudlibrary, and kanopy instead of amazon and audible.
use firefox instead of chrome or opera (both are made with chromium, which blocks functionality for ad-blockers. firefox isn't based on chromium).
use mega or proton drive instead of google drive.
get rid of bloatware
use libreoffice instead of microsoft office suite
use vetted sites on r/FREEMEDIAHECKYEAH for free movies, books, games, etc.
use trakt or letterboxd instead of imdb.
use storygraph instead of goodreads.
use darkpatterns to find mobile game with no ads or microtransactions
use ground news to read unbiased news and find blind spots in news stories.
use mediahuman or cobalt to download music, or support your favorite artists directly through bandcamp
make youtube bearable by using mtube, newpipe, or the unhook extension on chrome, firefox, or microsoft edge
use search for a cause or ecosia to support the environment instead of google
use thriftbooks to buy new or used books (they also have manga, textbooks, home goods, CDs, DVDs, and blurays)
use flashpoint to play archived online flash games
find books, movies, games, etc. on the internet archive! for starters, here's a bunch of David Attenborough documentaries and all of the Animorphs books
burn your music onto cds
use pdf24 (available online or as a desktop app) instead of adobe
use unroll.me to clean your email inboxes
use thunderbird, mailfence, countermail, edison mail, tuta, or proton mail instead of gmail
remove bloatware on windows PC, macOS, and iOS X
remove bloatware on samsung X
use pixelfed instead of instagram or meta
use NCH suite for free software like a file converter, image editor, video editors, pdf editor, etc.
feel free to add more alternatives, resources or advice in the reblogs or replies, and i'll add them to the main post <3
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