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Anyone willing to do commission of three cats?
And I want to make it a sticker of my cats.

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its crazy how Steven Spielberg is just about single-handedly responsible for basically all of the most dangerous pro-war propaganda made in American history that directly led to the attitudes surrounding the global war on terror which extend into our present bare-faced fascist government worshiping martial force above all else.
>releases Saving Private Ryan in 1998
>completely deranged movie that re-invented the mythology of WWII and forged it into a spectacle of righteous bloodshed
>has a character whose arc is completed by overcoming his resistance to gunning down unarmed, surrendering enemy prisoners
>whole thing is sheathed in uber-sentimental Spielbergisms about the duty and honor and sacrifice and shit
>Sets up Dreamworks Interactive
>Produces Medal of Honor, released 1999
>invents the genre-form of the military shooter and, again, slathers it in rousing sentimental justice and honor and shit
>In 2001, releases Band of Brothers, which he "created" and produced alongside Tom Hanks
>show all about camaraderie, and soldiers' duties to one another, about the bonds they form and the resilience these relationship provide these men in the face of the difficulty of what they must do, that being the war
>each of these stories are essentially about the burdened masculine duty of warfare, doing the difficult thing that must be done, the honor and dignity and sacrifice in the only war we've ever had that was ethically justifiable because of the the universal aggression of the axis forces
>makes the perfect case for why, sometimes, in the face of a truly great evil, warfare is just, and righteous, and men can choose to do it out of goodness, to protect that which they love, and that there is immense, heightened beauty in this love during war the likes of which nobody but a warrior can truly understand
>the first episode of Band of Brothers airs on September 9th, 2001
>In 2002, after working on and releasing Medal Of Honor: Allied Assault, 22 members of Dreamworks Interactive start their own studio
>In 2003, they release their first game
>it's titled Call of Duty
YOU ā¼ļøUnderstand completely! The wave he was riding at the time was so influential, so institutional, so powerful, that he completely re-defined the concept we have of what WWII looked like. Just the landing sequence changed America's vision of warfare. Each of its constituent parts were immediately parodied and, just as quickly, turned into genre tropes. Hacksaw Ridge is a movie I was sort of disgusted by. Nominally, it's about praising the nobility of a pacifist during wartime. But it was directed by Mel Gibson, who is a crazy pig, so it tries to have its cake and eat it too with gleefully reveling in the cartoonish destruction of human bodies. The pornographic quality of men being hacked apart with mines and mortars and machinegun fire, to behold their misery, is something cut from Saving Private Ryan whole cloth. But in Hacksaw Ridge, Gibson, in his worship of the spectacle of warfare, his jubilant bloodlust, even lifts the somewhat infamous detail of a flamethrower specialist having his fuel tank explode when it's struck by incoming fire. Somewhat infamous because it's now generally agreed upon that they can't explode like that. Much like everything else in that sequence, it is a theatrical fabrication to pull the audience into feeling certain ways, resting on an illusion of authenticity. Now that's just how people imagine the war. The spectacle of misery and brutality is what people expect. It's entertainment. It's pornographic. Americans can't cum unless they see a young man writhe on the ground in agony begging for his mommy. And then Spielberg's movie ends with his decadent, deep-fried sentimentality stating "well all that human suffering and loss of life was 100% worth it. No notes. Bye." This is a 30-year track we were set on by Spielberg. This was crucial for everything that happened, for the specific culture of veneration that sprang up around our military during the global war on terror. This is like a parasite he designed in a lab to inject into our brains and kill the country from within. He just completely, fundamentally changed the way America thinks about warfare. And that's before we even get into him inventing the military shooter! He's responsible for fucking CALL OF DUTY coming around. This dumbfuck, in all his talent, attempting to venerate the sacrifice and glory of The Greatest Generation, created the most fatal cultural time bombs anyone has ever made, specifically because he designed them to be so agreeable. Because of his domestic sentimentality.
To substantiate on OP's claim, Spielberg even desired to make a COD movie.
We almost got a Steven Spielberg Call of Duty movie, but according to a new report, Activision just couldn't go through with it.
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Two designs by @riibrego are available for preorder through October 2nd ā Cat Nap and Monarchs! Rii's designs are always stunning, but Cat Nap and Monarchs both are so special to me. I mean, look at those cuddly cats! And the monarchs taking flight all around me? AMAZING. I'm originally from Houston, Texas, and lived in the migration path of the monarchs so this design brings back nostalgic childhood memories. Preorders are scheduled to ship late November/early December! US/CANADA: https://store.mayakern.com/collections/preorders UK/INTERNATIONAL: https://mayakern.uk/collections/preorders

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And here's the truth that the pathological liars who make up the Online left will never admit: shooting a health insurance CEO did nothing to stop Republicans from tearing healthcare access away from millions of people, but voting for a black woman would have š¤·āāļø Harris campaigned on expanding Medicaid, and even if sheād still lost, giving Democrats even a 1-seat majority in either chamber of Congress wouldāve prevented Trump and the GOP from passing anything. Yes, cringe, boring, normie voting was more effective than murder and fantasies of a revolution. I expect no one to learn anything from this, and instead go back to their decade-old, self-soothing mechanism of trying to quiet the guilty voices in their minds by screaming at liberals.
https://www.nytimes.com/live/2025/07/01/us/trump-bill-news
Call your representatives now and tell them to vote no
Spend 5 minutes. Make 5 calls. Make your voice heard.
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designed by Soviet sculptor Bronislav Bystrushkin (1926-1977) for Lomonosov's Porcelain Factory, Leningrad.
Verified: Microsoft 365 gets massive 45% price hike ā and it's all to do with AI tools (Tom's Guide - January 17, 2025)
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Part 2 of āBird Watchingā aka hot construction worker Simon x single mom
In truth, lying was something that came second nature to Simon Riley
Heād lied to his teachers in school about where he got his bruises and burn marks from, if they bothered to ask
Heād lied to his brother while their parents argued on the other side of the wall, telling him that everything would be okay
Heād lied to his dad about where heād been all night, telling him he was making less money at the butcher job than he really was
Whatever lie he had to give to get through the day, get through the night, get through his childhood, he would offer up without so much as batting an eye
And as he got older, he started stretching the truth for different reasons
Whatever his COās needed to hear from him in order to let him do his job, then heād let them hear it, true or not
Whenever people started asking too many questions, well-equipped sarcasm became his right hand man in avoiding the truth
Lying had always come in handy for Simon, whether it was a life or death situation or goading Soap into believing an obviously fictitious story, carefully chosen words and slight exaggerations had never steered him wrong before
This one, however?
Well, as he sat in an all too colourful daycare office with murals of ducks and bunnies watching over his every move, Simon began to wonder if this was one lie he shouldnāt have told
But then again, he wasnāt telling this lie out of malice, or greed, or ill-intent⦠he was doing this for you
Because at the end of the day, heād be lying to no one apart from himself if he were deny how often you popped into his head
Ever since heād first squinted through the glaring sun and spotted you through that flimsy chain link fence, since heād heard your voice over the rumble and roar of construction behind him, since heād spent less than ten whole minutes talking to you, it was as though something within him had started brewing, started changing
Similar to two live wires coincidentally meeting until an inevitable spark shoots through the air, akin to a wind chime that hadnāt rang out in years suddenly beginning to sway to and fro with the promise of strong winds on the horizon, or closer yet to that moment Franklinās key and kite were struck by lightning and history was forever changed, meeting you had stirred something loose within Simon
For too long now, Simon felt as though he were nothing more than a man stuck behind the wheel, lost in the storm on an infinite stretch of road that would never lead him towards home, no matter how many maps or compasses or tools he may have, he was on a steady cruise control headed nowhere
But since heād met you, since heād learned about the situation you were in, you and your sweet little baby bird just as alone as him and up against the world, since heād made up his mind and decided heād help you in whatever capacity youād allow, it was almost as if the fog had cleared from his tired eyes, as though he was finally glancing up from the maps and realizing that āhomeā could be down any stretch of road he took, if he was willing to take it
Youād stumbled into his life on an afternoon like any other, instantly making a home for yourself in the recesses of his brain by that very same evening
His eyes now were constantly glancing at the phone number now tacked onto his fridge as he went about his routine, your smile appearing behind his eyelids as he tried in vain to fall asleep at night, or the image of the soft swell of your cleavage bouncing as youād walked away playing on a loop in his mind until heād accept he wasnāt going to be getting any shut eye until he allowed his hands to slip beneath the blankets
His early mornings were no longer spent cursing having to be up before the sun, instead he found himself staring at the empty spot across from him at the table, wondering if you were awake too, perhaps trying to soothe a fussy baby back to sleep, or feeding her from the same swollen breasts Simon selfishly wished he could suckle from as well
Or were you still laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling as you too struggled to fall asleep? Too worried about finding your baby bird a spot somewhere before the money ran out? Stressing yourself over things that Simon wished he could fix for you? That he knew he could fix for you?
Less than 24 hours after your first conversation, Simon had hounded just about every living and breathing soul working on the construction site, determined to come up with at least some bit of information, someone to contact, something that would lead him in the right direction, but everyone seemed to be just as in the dark as he was
He wasnāt easily deterred however, nor was he lacking in imagination, when he decided he was unwilling to return to his flat that night without being at least one step closer to having a valid excuse for calling the number that called out to him each time he walked through his kitchen, and so if no one apart from Simon happened to notice that every single blueprint disappeared from the site that night, well that was just unfortunate wasnāt it?
Heād nearly missed the phone call heād been hoping to get the next morning, preoccupied with having to change his bed sheets after having dreamt of you again all night as visions of your soft body had him feeling like a teenaged boy again, he managed to snag his phone just before the ringer ended
As expected, the site manager had been on the other line, practically beside himself as he told Simon how heād arrived at the site and discovered that some troublesome teenagers must have snuck in during the night and done away with their building plans, asking Simon if he wouldnāt mind driving to the supervisorās office and snagging some copies
Simon had already been halfway out the door before heād hung up
The foremanās office was cluttered beyond belief, disorganized chaos he sifted through carefully to find the one piece of information he needed, and there amongst the loose papers and pencils and measuring tapes, was the next piece to the puzzle he was slowly solving; the buyers contact information
The blueprints were delivered back to the site in no time, having been kept safe in the back of Simonās truck the entire time, and a carefully concocted story about needing to run to grab supplies for the job was believed by everyone as the tall man climbed back in behind the wheel and weighed his options
He could reach out to you now, heād been able to find you the ownerās name, along with an email and phone number to contact, the promise heād made to you was done, his duty fulfilled
He knew he could call, and youād be overjoyed to hear from him, that you would be eternally grateful for his help, thanking him endlessly⦠but that would be the end of it, wouldnāt it? His role would be fulfilled, his duty done and over with, no other valid excuses for you to keep him within your orbit, heād just be a kind stranger whoād done you an incredibly kind favour
But as Simon pondered that choice, he wondered, why stop here?
You were alone with a newborn, stressed enough as it was, you didnāt need more work being added onto your already full plate, he may as well go the extra mile and help you out even more, right?
At least, thatās what Simon kept telling himself now, as he sat in a too small chair inside of a much too colourful office, avoiding the judgemental eyes of the painted woodland creatures staring at him, as though they knew what his intentions were, waiting for none other than the owner herself
āHi there, sorry to have kept you waiting.ā The woman says as she walks in, reaching a hand out to greet him as he stands to meet her halfway. āMy assistant director says youāre here from our newest expansion? The East end location?ā
āYes maāam, thatād be the one.ā Simon offers politely, lowering himself back into the chair he hardly fits in once she rounds the desk and sits down as well. It would make sense that that was what her assistant has told her, as that was the story Simon had offered, reasoning that he had to speak with the owner about the project, not giving them much choice when he showed up to the office unannounced
āThere arenāt any issues with construction so far, are there? We shouldnāt be expecting any delays?ā She questions, getting straight to the point. Simon appreciates that she isnāt wasting any time with small talk, he also wants this done quick, heās got a pretty bird waiting on him after all
āNo maāam. Everythinās on track so far.ā He replies easily, omitting the small hiccups she doesnāt need to know about. āMāafraid thatās not why Iām āere today.ā
āWell, what can I help you with then?ā She questions, an over plucked brow raising as she tilts her head
āHad a few questions ābout the nursery weāre buildinā for ya.ā
āOh, well- I believe the specifications were in the plans for-ā
āNot so much ābout the building itself, maāam.ā He cuts her off, not unkindly, but clarifying his point. āWas more so wondering ābout- well, itās a decently big plot oā land weāre working on. How many lilā ones are meant be in there?ā He asks, trying his best to ease his way into this conversation
āCurrently, plans are set to have two preschool classes, two toddlers classes, as well as an infant class. With full capacity we could have up to 88 children in the centre. Why are-ā
āHow many of those spots are for the babes?ā
āWe can have up to 10 infants at most.ā
āAlrighā, and how many oā those spots are available?ā He finally asks, cutting to the chase, ripping the bandaid off. Simon watches understanding cross her face and she lets out a small scoff, not rude, but more so like she knew she should have expected as much
āAh, I see now.ā She says with a knowing smile sent his way. āI appreciate your interest in our centre, and I understand nursery spots have been scarce in the city, but I have to be honest sir, we do have a wait list policy. There are numerous families already signed up wi-ā
āItās a little girl.ā Simon cuts her off firmly this time, not wanting to entertain whatever rejection she was preparing to give him. No, he wouldnāt be leaving here without good news for you, he couldnāt do that. He ignores the painted birds mocking eyes as he steels himself as presses on. āSheās just a tiny thing. Eight weeks old, almost nine now I suppose. Her mumās got to be back to work, hasnāt got much of a choice. Thereās no family āround to help or nothinā. She needs this spot for her.ā
The womanās lips thin as she looks at him with understanding, with sympathy, none of the things Simon cares to see unless sheās nodding her head in agreement. He knew it might take a little push to convince whoever was behind the desk to do the right thing, to help him do right by his birdie and her baby bird, and so heās not ashamed, nor above saying:
āIāll make sure the jobās done early.ā
At this, both her brows now shoot up, obvious intrigue now painted across her features as she blinks at him.
āPardon?ā
āI will see to it that everything is ready ahead of schedule. Personally. The sooner the place is open, the sooner you start making money, the sooner kids are in and sooner parents are happy. Everyone wins.ā
Simon watches her ponders his words, gears turning in her head as she thinks it over. She could easily refute him, call him out for being out of line and send him on his way, tail tucked between his legs. But Simon knows a desperate person when he sees one, knows just what people want to hear, and so he isnāt surprised when sheās suddenly standing from her desk, crossing the room to shut the slightly ajar door, and he smiles to himself slightly, knowing heās won.
āNow when you say ahead of schedule-ā
āCould have āer ready by the end of the month. Iāll pull the strings, make it happen. You leave it to me and itāll be done.ā He answers easily, confidently, like there is no question in his mind he can offer up such promises and see them through to fruition. Hell, heād build the entire goddamn thing by himself day and night if thatās what she wanted to hear, whatever would convince her
āI mean-ā she says, letting out a long sigh as she leans back in her chair, opening up a drawer and rummaging through for something or another. āI canāt lie, this wouldnāt be the first time weāve made exceptions for someone, especially one of our own builders.ā
Simon nods along, pleased with the way this is going thus far, though things take an abrupt turn when she next says:
āI would still like to meet with your wife and daughter first, just to iron out the enrolment details and confirm whether this would be a good fit, but I can- I could potentially find a way to make this work.ā
And Simon knows this is the moment where heās supposed to correct her, where heās supposed to speak up and clarify that no, you arenāt his wife and she isnāt his daughter, that sheās misunderstood him and that the two of you are strangers he met earlier this week- fuck he doesnāt even know your babyās name yet for crying out loud- all of this could fall apart tremendously as soon as she asks even a single question that he wonāt have the answer to, potentially jeopardizing this entire thing for you and her, and yet-
āBrilliant. The missus will be thrilled.ā
Alrighty first off, apologies for the delay between posts, writers block and life in general are so ew, but weāre so back babe
All the love on the first part was so unexpected and so so appreciated!!! Yāall have me looking like this with every comment and reblog and tag-
Gonna strive to have part 3 out before the end of the weekend hopefully, donāt want to keep you all waiting so long again
- M š«¶š»
Iām foaming at the mouth desperately for part 3
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Thereās no such thing as work-life balance for neurodivergent & chronically ill people.
This is because everything in my life requires work:
maintaining friendships
keeping up with my hygiene
managing bills
making money
remembering my basic needs
sleeping regularly
outputting creatively
All requires some aspect of work for me.
And when everything in your life requires work, your balance goes out the window.
If you're neurodivergent and overwhelmed ā I see you.
If you're chronically ill and overwhelmed ā I see you.
You're not dysfunctional.
You're not incapable.
You're doing your best.
If this pops up while youāre scrolling, I wish you unconditional love and massive success.
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This is definitely a sawfly larva rather than a butterfly or moth caterpillar, likely a butternut woollyworm sawfly, Eriocampa juglandis. Sawflies are related to wasps (Hymenoptera) and look a lot like them, but do not sting.
Small neopteron
March 16th, 2017 marks the 14th year anniversary toĀ Rachel Corrieās death where she was killed by an Israeli bulldozer that ran her over while she was trying to stop it from demolishing a home of a Palestinian family in Gaza.Ā
Rest in Peace Rachel.Ā
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