He/She/They // I really don't post my own art on here anymore 😭 I swear it started that way, idk what happened // I'm an adult 👍 // kinda working on adding image descriptions to the stuff I reblog, but I reblog a lot of nonsense. my bad. I kinda doubt anybody's getting on this blog anyway though lol.
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Shout out to my mom who explains my transition as "Having a daughterpillar turn into a Boyterfly". It doesn't erase the fact I was an adorable little girl, and also affirms my gender now. I love my mother.
I’d like to take this time to remind everyone that self diagnosis is valid. One because we are living in fucking fascism and many people either don’t have health insurance or if they do, can’t afford to go to the doctor. We spent over sixty fucking dollars on groceries just for ourselves, one body, the other week. That’s nearly double what we were paying two years ago. Demanding everyone go get a diagnosis is so fucking classist.
Two, we’re a prime fucking example that self diagnosis can be right. We suspected for years and got involved in the system community and faced tons of backlash and people being terrible, just to finally get insurance and seek medical help for it and be told by our mental health team that we have DID. We were right. We always had been. Our roadblock was just the fucked up system.
Mental health professionals are fucking human and can be fucking biased. As someone who works in mental health, everyone in this line of work is either fantastic or literally the spawn of Satan and there’s no in between. Some people get into it for a manipulative power kick. Some people genuinely don’t care about doing their job and don’t want to be scrutinized by colleagues and supervisors and don’t care what that means for you, being ignored and unhelped and very potentially misdiagnosed and improperly medicated, which can be dangerous and highly traumatic.
Are you going to foot the bill of people going to get help? Are you going to network for good therapists, psychiatrists, and psychologists? Are you going to comfort them after they have a bad session? Are you going to even hear them out?
Every time OP dances, her parrot flies along with her. OP says she never trained it on purpose and her parrot just loves doing this naturally. Sometimes it’ll just hop right onto her face. (cr 月下郭城)
[Video ID: an asian (probably chinese) woman dancing in a slow, graceful style with the TV playing behind her. A green pet Budgie flies around and accompanies her dancing. At several points it comes up to the camera. Near the end it cuts and text in English pops up that says "Bonus easter egg part", and the budgie lands in front of and blocks the camera for a while. She shoos it away and says something in Chinese. End ID.]
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The cops very clearly planted evidence on him because they had to make an arrest because all eyes were on them and whoever actually did the deed was making them look stupid.
Why would the real killer hero have kept the weapon on his person and traveled two states over while carrying it and a manifesto in his bag, conveniently turning the crime into a federal matter? The same guy whose bag they found in a park, filled with monopoly money? Why did the police turn off their bodycams, take Luigi's stuff, drive a block away, turn their bodycams back on, go back into the restaurant, and then arrest him?
From the moment of his arrest, even left-of-center media has been presuming his guilt without examining anything (e.g. calling him "the killer" instead of "alleged" or "accused") and then when I say he didn't do it, the nearest person chimes in with some quip that tells me they think he did do it but should go free anyway. Don't get me wrong, I would have the same attitude if he had done it. But he didn't. It makes me feel like the only sane person in the world, even among my staunchly leftist friends.
[Image ID: screenshot of a twitter post. It is a repost from a user called Niaouro (Nia) Psaka, and it says: ""Can you name a person saved by Luigi Mangione?" Apparently, yes."
The original post is by someone with a username that is cut off for being too long: "24 Hour Luigi Mangion..." is where it cuts off. The text of the post says: "My fiancee: The tumor in her brain would be virtually impossible for us to pay for but the timing of the murder caused so many insurance companies to panic and briefly accept claims they normally would have fought. She was in blinding and immeasurable pain, and today she's fine." End ID.]
i wish there was a way to say "you're right, but this is really ineffective and even counterproductive messaging to anyone who doesn't already agree with you" without sounding like an asshole
its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"
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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Hippie church moms donating quinoa chips to my local food bank have done more for me materially than any internet idealist ever has.
People get pissed at me for being a pragmatist in my political ideals but I’ve been in the position where I was out of food right now.
And who helped me with that? Not people calling for some nebulous revolution. Not people telling me that the system was useless. Not people preaching at me to grow my own food. It was a church food bank partially funded by the state of Texas that some southern hippies donated a bunch of Whole Foods nonsense to.
And you know what? I’m sick and tired of defeatism. What can we get done right now, huh? Are you gonna accept something a bit better to help people right now or are you waiting for your perfect utopia to come to you?
Yeah, UBI is better than the quinoa chips. Sure. But right now the quinoa chips are stopping people from going hungry and if all we can do is get the food bank quinoa chips to more people, then I say so be it. That’s something. I’ll almost always take baby steps over nothing.
[ID: five study drawings of different types of cows. From top left to bottom center, a Jersey bowing its head at the viewer, potentially an Angus looking to the right at a three-fourths angle, potentially a Holstein sticking its head out toward the viewer at a slight left facing angle, possibly a Charolais looking downward and to the left, and a rather fat Brown Swiss cow looking regally to the right. End ID.]
Other than the Jersey (which I've owned before) and the Swiss (someone else in the tags identified it), the breeds of cattle are half guesses. My apologies.
“I want you to do this with me for one month. One month. Write 10 observations a week and by the end of four weeks, you will have an answer. Because when someone writes about the rustic gutter and the water pouring through it onto the muddy grass, the real pours into the room. And it’s thrilling. We’re all enlivened by it. We don’t have to find more than the rustic gutter and the muddy grass and the pouring cold water.”
— Marie Howe, Boston University’s 2016 Theopoetics Conference (via mothersofmyheart)
I ask my students every week to write 10 observations of the actual world. It’s very hard for them.
Ms. Tippett:
Really?
Ms. Howe:
They really find it hard.
Ms. Tippett:
What do you mean? What is the assignment? 10 observations of their actual world?
Ms. Howe:
Just tell me what you saw this morning like in two lines. I saw a water glass on a brown tablecloth, and the light came through it in three places. No metaphor. And to resist metaphor is very difficult because you have to actually endure the thing itself, which hurts us for some reason.
Ms. Tippett:
It does.
Ms. Howe:
It hurts us.
Ms. Tippett:
You naming something.
Ms. Howe:
We want to say, “It was like this; it was like that.” We want to look away. And to be with a glass of water or to be with anything — and then they say, “Well, there’s nothing important enough.” And that’s whole thing. It’s the point.
Ms. Howe:
It’s the this, right?
Ms. Howe:
Right, the this, whatever. And then they say, “Oh, I saw a lot of people who really want” — and, “No, no, no. No abstractions, no interpretations.” But then this amazing thing happens, Krista. The fourth week or so, they come in and clinkety, clank, clank, clank, onto the table pours all this stuff. And it so thrilling. I mean, it is thrilling. Everybody can feel it. Everyone is just like, “Wow.” The slice of apple, and then that gleam of the knife, and the sound of the trashcan closing, and the maple tree outside, and the blue jay. I mean, it almost comes clanking into the room. And it’s just amazing.
Ms. Tippett:
In some basic level, what they’ve done is just engage with their senses.
Ms. Howe:
Yeah, and have been present out of their minds and just noticing what’s around them, which is — we don’t do. And again, not to compare it to anything. They’re not allowed. And that’s very hard for them. And then on the fifth or sixth week, I say, “OK, use metaphors.” And they don’t want to. They don’t know how. They’re like, “Why would I? Why would I compare that to anything when it’s itself?” Exactly. Good question.
So then you think, why the necessity of a metaphor? Why do you have to use a metaphor now? Not just to do it to avoid it, but to do it to make it more there. And it’s very interesting.
The words and silences we live by. The rituals that sustain us. The poetry of ordinary time.
Okay I have things I should be seeing to but I couldn't help myself. In case you, like me, have not read all of these stories and would like to be amongst the lucky 10,000 today:
I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison
The King in Yellow by Robert W Chambers*
The Lottery by Shirley Jackson**
The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe
The Monkey's Paw by W.W. Jacobs
The Most Dangerous Game by Richard O'Connell
The Nameless City by HP Lovecraft
The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas by Ursula K LeGuin
There Will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury
The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
The Veldt by Ray Bradbury
Honorable Mention from the comments/reblogs:
All Summer in a Day by Ray Bradbury
*note: this is actually a collection of short stories and clocks in at about 72k words
**Originally published in the New Yorker in 1948; interestingly, the New Yorker still has this story archived on their website BEHIND A PAYWALL. CAN YOU IMAGINE.
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there is a stripper pole in my attic. i saw it in a dumpster one day, and i went, shit, this is exactly the kind of thing my wife would want. and i didnt really want it in the house, what with it being a used stripper pole lightly seasoned with dumpster juice, but i mentally decided that if she were to see it and ask for it, i would say she could have it, and then sure enough, later that evening, she went soooo baaaaaaaabs there's this thing by the dumpster and i want it but i get it if you don't want it in the house but i have to show it to you- and i went, no you dont, you can have the pole, and that was the most surprised i have ever made her look. even compared to the day when i proposed to her, which she was prepared enough that we both knew she would say yes, and she could also get her hair done up and have a cute outfit, but not so prepared that she was not fucking flabbergasted by the 12 empty decoy ringboxes i sprung on her. i handed her so many decoy ring boxes that day. still one of the funniest things i've ever done to her.
anyway we like pacing around together and ranting in the attic but sometimes instead of pacing one of us will just hang on the pole and spin, and the other person will watch on the beanbag, which makes for these really goofy conversations where the person on the bag will say something that gets the other persons goat, such as, hypothetically, that xylophones do not belong in rock music, and then the other person will go on a tirade about this, but they'll actually only be facing the Hot Take Speaker half of the time, what because of the pole, so the response will sound something like
I can't believe
you would even suggest such
a stupid opinion. You've
been to a Danny Elfman
concert! How can you
have heard Oingo Boingo
live and say with a straight face
that they alone do not justify
rock and roll xylophones
and then that person will continue until they get too dizzy, then they'll get off the pole, and by unspoken agreement, the person on the bag will get up and trade places with them to deliver their rebuttal while also spinning and it just creates this sort of crazy strip-court lawyers debating absolute nonsense for no reason kind of vibe that frankly just really does it for us.
i don't really have any marriage advice for this i guess its just a look at what being married can look like. i thought that being married would involve a lot more stuff like carving the turkey, or barbecuing, or watching the sunset, and if id known how much time it would involve arguing for xylphones in rock music while spinning upside down i might have prepared for it a little differently.
Tac sees one of his sister's, Znii, after a while in space.
She is very against the influence aliens have done to centaur culture, even though her clan use a lot of tech that was provided over the years.
To her, Tac was always the oddball of the bunch and figured he'd find interest in alien attire, going as far to live off-world.
Their relationship is rocky at best.
[ID: A digital drawing mimicking the style of old cartoons. The subject is two (fan-made) centaurs from the comic Runaway To The Stars. Centaurs are aliens with six legs who can stand either quadropedally or hexapodally, relatively flat faces, forward facing eyes, and trunks which they speak out of. Znii, a light brown female centaur with dark brown spots and a green necklace with gold discs hanging from it, points her trunk to speak to Tac. Tac is a male centaur with dark brown stripes and a medium-brown and white mixed coloration. He is wearing some kind of jacket, like a human. They appear to be standing in a field, and the sky is yellow. The caption in the image says "You look utterly ridiculous." End ID.]
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I'M GOING FERALLLLL FOR THIS STYLE OF ART RARRHAGRGRGQRGR and it's always awesome to see RTTS fanart RAGEGRHRH
I doubt he came up with the idea to do mimic screengrabs or anything, but OP do you follow Ranticore on tumblr? He did something similar with some of his characters and it's super cool! I aspire to be capable of this sometime.
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