Three Goblin Art
noise dept.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
JVL
Today's Document
RMH
Kaledo Art
shark vs the universe
One Nice Bug Per Day
oozey mess
titsay
Monterey Bay Aquarium
izzy's playlists!
Product Placement
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
taylor price
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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@jell-hell
if this site truly dies eventually (because every once in a while it looks like it will) I will actually be upset but that being said if we're mutuals feel free to ask for my discord in DMs. in any case I have itch.io and there ya can find my other socials. It's neen lancaster. here's my not so social, social media:
letterboxd
goodreads
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I remember when I watched PHM all I thought about was how strange it was to me that the premise and the setting was horrifying, but the tone of the movie was so light. The ending, as well, so hopeful. I really didn't vibe with that, which I recognise is a me issue lmao. But yeah it's just wild to me that it's a story full of horror and grief only to like, ignore all of that and just be like "wow look how we can save the world hehe silly alien!". At least a lot of the time. No shade to PHM it's just really not my thing.
In that vein, I think The Sparrow (1996) is everything I thought PHM could be, in a way, and it elicited the opposite response in me. Maybe that means I'm pessimistic, but yeah, wild to me how night and day these two stories are and how people react to each one.
he did magic tricks for children. he does movie impressions and constantly switches between characters, his own little games with language. he used to catnap constantly, after he could not sleep at all. he played baseball and was way too competitive. hes prideful and smug. Everyone loved him, he was easy to love...
my tumblr mobile has a big ass update now button in front of the new post button so I had to click on a random hashtag to get to make this post and avoid some mysterious app update i probably don't want, if it ends up featuring something off topic on the tags ignore it lmao
so anyway I finally bought The Sparrow, a book that got recommended to me a while ago and that I never saw selling until today, I'm very excited to read it but I can't stress enough how I don't want ANY spoilers any plot knowledge NOTHING I don't want to think about it even BUT I also have the urge to look up stuff on it while reading (happens to me a lot)... It's very tough to fight these conflicting urges but I'm being brave about it yk
there’s no specific reason i enjoy my favourite themes in media
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ok so, I approached my local library with a proposal to donate a mural as a way to A: build portfolio/gain practical experience and B: give back to a beloved public institution. The director was very enthusiastic about it and i've been working on it since the beginning of March. Come with me as I endeavor to paint what is in all honesty an excessive amount of birds
I wanted the birds to look like they were actually in the space so first thing after doing the draft was to do a lighting study
after that I covered the walls in letters in lieu of a projector/vr headset bc i have neither of those :) Then i take a picture of the section of wall and superimpose the lineart over top of it so I can pencil in the lines
et voila
and that was a whole week on it's own so next comes the paintin' >:)
Jo Shapcott, Of Mutability
[ID: Scan of a page of text. The top of the text has a header that reads "Scorpion." The body of the text reads: "I kill it because we cannot stay in the same room. I kill it because we cannot stay in the same room with me sleeping. I kill it because I might look away and not see it there on the wall when I look back. I killed it because I might spend all night hunting it. I kill it because I am afraid to go near enough with glass and paper to carry it outside. I kill it because I have been told to. I kill it by slapping my shoe against the wall because I have been told to do it that way. I kill it standing as far away as possible and stretching my hand holding the shoe towards it. I kill it because it has been making me shake out the bed clothes, look inside my shoes, scan the walls at night. I killed it with two fast blows in case one isn’t enough. I kill it because I can. I killed because it cannot stop me. I kill it because I know it is there. I kill it so that its remains are on the heel of my shoe. I kill it so that its outline with curved sting is on my wall. I kill it to feel sure I will live. I kill it to feel alive. I kill it because I am weaker than it is. I kill it because I do not understand it. I kill it without looking at it. I kill it because I am not good enough to let it live. I kill it out of the corner of my eye, remembering it is black, vertical, stock still on the white wall. I kill it because it will not speak to me." /end ID] (id from notes)
you have to be in a certain specific mood to listen to classic rock because sometimes a guy is playing his guitar and you're just like shut the fuck up man
i know this has been said plenty of times before but i love when people are like “film snobs will seriously make fun of you because you’d rather watch Captain America than, i dunno, *proceeds to make up a movie that sounds fucking awesome and reveals that they just completely lack curiosity about the world around them*”
sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and i'm losing sense of time
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finding a new doctor. applying for jobs. searching for apartments. messaging used car dealers. getting your health insurance to do their job. getting a pharmacy to do their job. getting the dmv to accept the documents they told you to bring. just listing things they probably make you do in hell
i have a story for you, tumblr. last year my coworkers and I were riding in a golf cart at a music festival passing out drinks to people, because the festival had been cancelled that day and everyone was trying to make the best of a bad situation. after some time we spot a guy on the other side of the road dressed as lord farquaad, walking alone. we yell, “LORD FARQUAAD! DO YOU WANT A DRINK??” dude yells an affirmative, walks into the road without looking, gets hit by a fucking car, and goes flying.
I really need you to picture a lord farquaad being dummy yeeted into the air by an incoming vehicle while a golf cart of inebriated, glitter and mud plastered coworkers are full-on horror movie screaming together. before we can even process this, lord farquaad gets up like 🤪 how bout that drink?? completely okay, utterly unphased, red hat and bob wig still locked the fuck in. we check on him several times, all talking over each other, and while he’s calmly and pleasantly assuring us he’s fine, he passes each one of us a tiny jesus figurine. he bestows a “god bless you all” and then resumes his jaunt, drink in hand.
after that we drove in total relieved hysterics, the kinda laughter that only happens when you narrowly avoided catastrophe. and i have NO idea if the driver that hit him even said a word because my entire consciousness in that moment was farquaad, there was only farquaad. I hope that he reads this one day and knows that he is STILL talked about and regarded as some sort of festival cryptid. we are blessed indeed
I def think everyone should carry a healthy amount of skepticism in an age where virality is often more prioritized than the truth but!! behold, a piece of my workplace’s holiday mailer. my coworker is the designer of this mailer and she included all sorts of references to our experiences in 2025. she was one of my coworkers on the golf cart with me and of course, included an ode to farquaad
sometimes magical and weird things do really happen
the transition im crying
i thought this was harry du bois . this game is microwaving my brain
[ID: A YouTube video titled “Basset Puppy First Walk”. The thumbnail shows a basset hound puppy wearing a green coat and an orange leash and color lying sadly on its side on the ground. End ID.]
rosencrantz is dead, guildenstern is dead, and me I feel also not so good
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Anyway that’s why you wear wool and a life jacket babeeeyyyy
The important thing about wool is that it continues to keep you warm even when it’s soaking wet.
Other natural fibers don’t do this. In fact, quite the opposite. Campers and boaters are usually familiar with the phrase, “cotton kills.” If you’re wet in cotton or linen, your clothes actually sap heat from your body.
If you sink in a lake in late October like I did today, staying warm is important. I was rescued long before I would’ve actually died, but cold makes your muscles seize up, which isn’t good if you have to swim to land.
Which brings me around to life jackets. If the water’s cold enough, you may only have five-ten minutes until your muscles seize (today I probably had 40-60, more than enough time to get to land if I hadn’t been picked up), and you’ll drown.
In a life jacket, even in extremely cold water, you can float semi-conscious for perhaps another 30 minutes or so before you actually freeze to death, which is usually when someone rescues you.
What’s more, you probably know that moving around on land warms you up. Jumping jacks, jogging in place, etc.
In water, moving actually makes you colder. You need to stay still curled up in a ball, which you can only do in a life jacket.
In wool AND life jacket, you’re warm, and your head’s above water, which is pretty much your only and entire goal.
If you’re allergic to wool, synthetics are available specifically for this purpose. I know I always say natural fibers are the way to go, but when it comes to safety, wear what protects you!
Yep! A really simple “experiment” I learned as a kid and now use in my own courses is sticking your hand in ice water. Compare moving it around in the water to curling it up in a fist. The contrast is stark!
To increase your survival time in on cold water, you want to curl up! If you’re with others, you want to huddle!
Again, both are only possible when wearing a life jacket!
I know a lot of people are reblogging this for writing reference, but I like to believe that 7,000 people on this site were actually continually living in fear about this specific situation and that when the time comes, I’ve prepared them with what they need to know to survive.
in order to preserve my internet privacy i’ll have to start feeding everyone misinformation about myself. i don’t eat. i don’t sleep. i don’t breathe. i don’t blink. i don’t have “blood”
