Tatsuro Kiuchi
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
noise dept.
almost home
Three Goblin Art
trying on a metaphor
todays bird
dirt enthusiast
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cherry valley forever
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Tatsuro Kiuchi

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Romeo Gigli
i really love this video itās a poem to me
Sphinx employee slash bodega cat that blocks the door and asks riddles, the owner has the answer of the day on a paper taped to the door.
it never notices.
important addition from a friend:
everyone thinks REALLY hard and regulars makes two bad guesses so it feels like it's doing a good job

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RIP to the legend
This goose fucking rocks and had a crazy life!
I really just have to summarize Thomas's entire life:
He was in a committed relationship with a male swan named Henry for 18-24 years before a female swan named Henrietta showed up and mated with Henry.
Thomas was initially jealous of the pair and attacked them, breaking 2 of the 5 eggs Henrietta had laid. However, once the remaining eggs hatched, Thomas warmed up to them and helped raise them.
Henry couldn't fly because of an injured wing, so Thomas taught the cygnets how to fly.
When they needed to reduce the goose population in the pond where Thomas and the swans lived, they dyed Thomas's feathers red so he wouldn't be separated from Henry.
Henry, Henrietta, and Thomas remained in their happy throuple for years and raised 68 cygnets before Henry died in 2009. After Henry's death, Henrietta found another swan and flew away, leaving Thomas alone.
Thomas finally met and mated with a female goose in 2011 and had his own babies. However, another goose named George stole them and raised them himself.
As Thomas grew elderly and blind, he was relocated to a wildlife center where he raised orphaned cygnets.
His caretaker at the center described him as "pretty high maintenance."
Thomas died in 2018 at the age of around 40. He had a funeral that included a small coffin and a procession that was led by a bagpiper. He was buried under the stone where Henry was buried, the two finally reunited in death.
Before and after his death, Thomas has been celebrated as an icon of the LGBTQ+ community for obvious reasons.
MCU, 30K, Explicit (or as explicit as I get). Not really shipfic but not really gen. You know how I do.Ā
This whole story is a trick. Also among the most depressing things Iāve ever written, and thatās saying something. If you click then please heed all the warnings.Ā
Spoilery things that are all sort of stuffed into this fic because itās my fic and I want this stuff in there, why not:
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we all did one
I should be working but instead I am thinking about Steve Rogers' living arrangements
So this concept art for Steveās apartment.
Itās, like, maybe canon. Letās get that out of the way. Itās in a canon grey area. Iām not telling anyone to consider it canon. If youād rather not, cool, ignore this post.Ā
What stands out to me about these images is
the bathtub used as a kitchen table,
the interior windows, &
the way one room leads directly from the other, railroad-flat style, with an inner room that has two doors but no large visible window.
To start: that bathtub.
A bathtub in the kitchen is quintessentiallyĀ tenement living. Not that people were assuming Steve was living in the Dakota, but, just as a starting point: he wasnāt spending big bucks on rent. He was probably not in a great neighborhood. He seems to have been lower middle class or poor. This can mean anything ā you can be poor and still afford to eat and buy clothes, you can be poor and have none of that ā thereās a lot of room in āpoor,ā and not everyone who lived in what we consider a tenement was huddling with others for warmth in the winter, sadly reflecting on their Extreme Poverty, or coughing and starving all the time.
But still. Here he lives in a tenement. Which doesnāt tell us a lot.Ā What kind of tenement?
There were and are different kinds of tenements in NYC. They can be put into three distinct groups: pre-law tenements, old law tenements, and new law tenements. There are some variations, but generally they get summed up like this:
1.Ā Pre-law tenements were built prior to 1879. They were mostly built in Manhattan, and they were usually 3 rooms per apartment, with little light and no ventilation. Only one room would face the street and have a window. The inner rooms would not have windows. In the 1860s, a law was passed mandating windows for each room. So builders inserted windows between the rooms, which, as you can probably guess, accomplished precisely nothing.Ā
2.Ā Old law tenements were built after the first big tenement house law of 1879. They were a little stricter on the windows. After 1879, you had to have exterior windows. But the law didnāt specify where windows had to be, so somebody designed what was called the ādumbbellā tenement. The ādumbbellā tenement looked like this:
Ā Note that the kitchen has two doors, one to another bedroom, one to the hall. It also opens onto a room along the exterior of the building (the living room if youāre living in the front, and a bedroom if youāre living in the back). Also note that the window in the kitchen is tiny because even though it technically faces the exterior, that exterior is just a small airshaft. Which people ended up dumping their garbage in. So. So much for ventilation.
Finally, we get:
3.Ā New law tenements. These were built after 1901, and maybe we can thank Jacob Riis for them, I donāt know. I have a lot of relatives who still live in what were once new law tenements, but they call them āpre-warā because that sounds nicer. They are still, strictly speaking, fairly crappy in terms of design, but they were an improvement. Any room in a tenement built after 1901 had to have at least one window opening directly onto the street or a yard or court. So no more garbage shaft windows. And no more design that rested on inner rooms with no possible air or light source.
Finally, the same 1901 act that created new law tenements upgraded the old law tenements. It required that old law tenement owners at least adapt their buildings a little to provide more ventilation.Ā You know what that means: the addition of useless interior windows.Ā
So why is this all interesting to me in light of this concept art?
Because this art doesnāt just put Steve in a tenement; it puts him in an older tenement. Iād say an old law ādumbbellā tenement is likeliest, probably upgraded to include interior windows after 1901. His kitchen has two doors: one could open onto another bedroom (or two), and the door off to the side could access the hall. He doesnāt appear to have a window in his kitchen, but for all we know he could have a tiny aperture tucked behind the cabinets that accesses some kind of inner shaft ā a āwindowā for purposes of the 1879 law.
Also, thereās a good chance that heĀ doesnāt live alone.Ā
Itās pretty momentous that Iām saying this. Iām the biggest ever hater of Steve and Buckyās Lovenest. Like. The biggest. When people tell me that itās irrefutable ācanonā that Steve lived with Bucky, I calmly nod and then resort to my hate corner sipping on my haterade throwing a hate ball, rolling in my hate. I wonāt go over why I think the TWS film doesnāt mandate that they have to live together. Iāll just put it out there: I donāt enjoy a reading that insists on it. I like Steve and Bucky, I like them together, but a dynamic that insists they absolutely did move in together and that there was no other purpose for the flashback scene but to toss them into the same bed space is⦠not how I read that movie.Ā
But I have to give it to everyone who was writing that fic: they could share an apartment. Hell, Steve is probably sharing his apartment with someone, or maybe even two someones. Letās look at that floorplan again, this time marked a little differently:
Whether you think heās in the front of the building or the back, the bedroom for Steve appears to be whatās marked as the āparlorā (which, hey, he gets fire escape access, good for him). So someone else will probably be in the other room, the room that the door in the kitchen/living room opens onto. Is it Bucky? Arnie Roth? Both of them? Bucky and Buckyās sister? Two randos Steve met on the subway one day?Ā Maybe the Barnes family lives in the front-facing apartment and Steve moved into the back to be close to them?
I figure any of these options will work if you want to write fic that takes this concept art into account; the point is really that Steve has a whole other room in there, and heās presumably doing something with it. Maybe itās an art studio and he does live alone. Maybe it is, in fact, Buckyās room. I donāt think this stuff forecloses any possibilities; thatās whatās fun about it. Steveās apartment can still say whatever you want it to say about him.
(For me, itās interesting to think about him in an apartment that reflects decades and decades of the least amount of legally-mandated benefit to people. Welcome to the U S A. Would you like a garbage shaft building? Your options are a garbage shaft building.)

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even when i had nothing, i had bucky
thanks ny transit museum!
the captain america: civil war scene they wouldnt let you see
bucky, metal arm in a vise: ā¦
steve: which bucky am i talking to?
bucky: your momās name was sarah. you used to suck the tokens out of turnstiles
steve: canāt read that in a museum!
continuing my series of bird neighbour portraits - is there a more overlooked bird than the humble dunnock? the ultimate LBJ
Inability to cope with humiliation (personal humiliation, gendered humiliation, cultural/historical humiliation, etc) is pretty much the tipping point for when you become an unhinged freak incapable of experiencing positive emotions, strong relationships, and proportional responses to anything. You become hopelessly fixated on correcting the humiliation, except you can't really do that without a time machine, so it just becomes an endless, borderline Sisyphean obsession as the more decoupled you become from consensus reality and norms of polite behavior the more humiliations you experience. The only other people who understand you enough to tolerate you are other lunatic people with similar chips on their shoulder who tell you you're doing a great job, funneling you further down this path until you can't so much as see like, clipart on a flyer without deriving a nightmarish Rorschach interpretation involving wholly imagined political implications, all the while convinced you're a Warrior For Your Kind
Guys I'm not saying the answer is "become immune to humiliation," "become impossible to humiliate" etc., this is a natural thing that will happen to everybody at some point in their lives, I'm saying learn to handle your bad feelings and discomfort instead of stewing over it until you let resentment consume you
This spider is in hell. This spider is in hell and youre laughing.

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recollections
Finished refining this Mad Men inspired design, front and back of a shirt that I have no plans on printingājust practicing. Trying to get better at seeing these sketchy ideas through to the end until they truly work; this one works to me. Paragraph of text is from Marcuse's "One-Dimensional Man." For the rest, words and images are inspired by Don Draper's infamous Royal Hawaiian ad: the businessman stripping his outer shell and walking into the ocean of unbeing. And, of course, there's that man falling from the top floor. Hope you dig.