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Happy Pride Month!
Holy shit!!!!!!! HUNGARY DID IT!!!!
-via the Los Angeles Blade, June 1, 2026

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Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”
Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.
“Ugh can’t stand babies they cry so much!”
That tiny Human spirit has shat himself 4 times today if you’d shat yourself 4 times by noon you’d be in hysterics too
He fell asleep in his bed, at home, and woke up at the goddamn grocery store with an overhead light in his face if that happened to you you’d become The Joker
Poor guy’s only been here for like a dozen weeks he doesn’t even have a favorite show to distract him yet he’s just raw-dogging reality unfiltered with no goddamn Blorbos to rotate whatsoever
Dude has, at this point, one communication signal.
Fortunately for him, it is a very important communication signal, especially given what he's going through right now. It says, "This is, in some way, unsatisfactory." Unfortunately, it's not very specific and he doesn't understand much about how to deploy it.
You have to understand, the stomach ache that he has right now is the worst stomach ache in the universe, because as far as he's concerned, the universe is maybe a month old and there's been a limited number of stomach aches in it. Or, the loneliness and anguish he felt when he couldn't see you was the most terrifying isolation in the universe, akin to being adrift in the Boötes Void, for the very same reason. He does not have guidelines to cope with these things. He has barely accumulated enough of a dataset to start evaluating things like, "Most times, when people I know go away, they will reappear eventually," or, "that particular stomach ache will go away if I eat something." He doesn't even know which particular problems can be cured and which can't. He just knows that "technique: scream like fucking banshee" does have some sort of a success rate.
And it's his only move, you think he's not gonna spam it? Get real.
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meowth voice: today I’m takin james to da clinic to get an aboition

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Everything I know about colour theory I learned from this hellsite (ie I know nothing about colour theory), but this soothes me.
My pregnant feral cat still has not given birth. Which is suggesting to me that there might be a LOTTTT of kittens in there
most beautiful video of 2026 so far❤️ we can always boo ❤️

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i really do think we should substitute gacha games instead for like. the random wikipedia article button. gives you the same "yay i got something new and exciting!" feeling without spending any money and you get to learn something new on wikipedia. the problem is that its missing a cute little storage menu where you can see all the links to different articles youve "collected"
so many people could be weaned off of gambling if we just gamified that website a *little* bit
okay so ummmmm. its real
we gotta get back to torrent distribution, i just watched someone eat eight grand in bandwidth charges because they ran a direct-download piracy site with local file hosting through cloudflare. torrents were invented literally for this exact reason
torrents work like this
i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3
unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it
i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map
i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs
this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.
crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.
please learn to torrent
An expert guide to get started using torrentsTorrents are one of the most popular forms of file sharing on the internet, accounting for over
always use qbittorrent, do not use bittorrent or utorrent.
Luke Skywalker put away his targeting computer to destroy the Death Star so I don't need AI to help me write an email.
i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges
Just watched a documentary about women who use ai boyfriend apps, following three different women, at the festival. Very early on, the first woman said something that caught my attention: The documentary opened at her work, then followed her to her tiny apartment as she prepared and ate dinner with her boyfriend on her tablet. I don't know if that was the intention but the whole sequence gave me the impression that she had no friends. Then it cut to an interview to camera where she said she had never said "I love you" to anyone other than her ai boyfriend, that love was too important to be frivolous with. Later she said she doesn't want to date anyone because even if someone seems perfect at first, gradually the flaws become visible. And I feel like the belief that love ought to be grandiose and perfect makes a lot of people lonelier, even if not to the point of ai boyfriends, by keeping them from appreciating small human connections that might otherwise grow

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General Lamarque has been dead for 194 slutty, slutty years
[the intimate scene in the fanfiction where my lover kisses each of my scars as I whisper what each is from]
"Fell down the stairs. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Cardboard box cut. Burned on a tiki-themed appetizer tray. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Oven rack. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Mosquito bite I scratched too much. Mosquito b - "
“Her body is a map of scars, hardly an inch unblemished by a reminder of some hardship past: Not knowing the church potluck would be outside. Looking at her phone while on the stairs. Mowing the lawn. She still hasn’t told me how she managed to slit her whole wrist on that cardboard box, but someday when she’s ready to tell me, I’ll be ready to listen.”
“My eyes fall on a jagged white line across her palm, which I nearly overlooked. ‘And this one?’ I ask.
Her eyes cast away. For a moment, I think she won't speak. Finally, she murmurs, ‘The lid of the toilet tank broke in half but I just stuck the broken lid back on the toilet for weeks. Then one day when I was getting into the shower, the faucet knob broke, and I couldn’t turn the water off and then I hip-checked the toilet tank, and the broken lid fell off and through my hand, and I was naked and bleeding and the water wouldn’t turn off so I just stood there screaming for like five minutes before I could decide what to deal with first.’
Slowly, I bend forward and kiss the scar. ‘It’s beautiful,’ I tell her. ‘Just like you.’“