The night belongs to you…but this jacket belongs to me
I saw iv’s jacket from the Wembley ritual in December and immediately was obsessed, so right after the New Year I started working on decorating my own old jacket that had been sitting in my closet gathering dust.
Two months later I’ve got one that’s a replica of his while also being wholly my own. And I am so very proud of it ❤️
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and here's a closer look at two of the other images:
i think this is a really good example of how ai image generation slots into existing systems we already understand as insidious, and why you need to be constantly concerned with the source of an image on all platforms.
the person who created the beside ad in 2025 had a good read on the popularity of print magazines among younger adults with a paycheck, and the signifiers that make consumers more likely to see an arts magazine instead of a book of ads. i think of wonderland magazine's design, but the pulled back camera frame, obvious flash, and a sans serif font are common choices used to signal a divorce from legacy magazines.
between them and the "ai creative director" that generated the ringed hands, there's also an understanding of the current appeal of signs of aging after years of fillers, botox, and surgery being pushed at (especially) women hard (i believe the class signifier of naturally aging is a notable factor as our economic crisis kicks into hyperdrive).
and i also see a conscious (if not directly verbalized) acknowledgement of the juxtoposition between tech and age, sex appeal and age, and some conflations happening there.
so what i'm getting at here is this:
the appealing nature of this fake photo was created through conscious choices by people actively tracking trends. current trends born out of a yearning for the physical, for aging human bodies, and a distaste for the normalization of fake appearances were re-routed towards pics of kim kardashian trying to outsmart the phantom troupe computer generated images of a fake person designed to be more sexually appealing than a real 70 year old woman.
more average women are targetted for malicious deep fakes than politicians. ai use is in no small part driven by the desire to reshape women for sex against their will. and this is the only world that teen girls right now have ever known. girls who, if attending a us public school, are by and large no longer being taught to verify sources.
the ai economy may be a bubble, but after it bursts that doesn't erase the techonology to quickly create very passable images of events that never happened. it just means that those with financial interest in misleading you are more likely to have access to it.
be constantly vigilant about how you're choosing to shape your reality, and what you're up against by taking on that task.
@garagepaperback thank u for ur kind words 🫶 and with regards to this part i want to say that i wasn't stressing the importance of sources as a way to sus out if something is ai or not, but rather that learning about why the image/photo was created/posted and by who will help you understand it's purpose, impact and meaning. we have no hope of catching ai in the situations it matters most, but we can always use other media literacy skills to know why someone might want us to think the image is real, and try to figure out how trustworthy they are.
and the repeated practice of trying to source images you want to post or reblog is a great exercise for understanding more about our media landscape, how it changes, and how the accessibility of the internet has become significantly more limited in the past decade.
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(popular leftist voice) these right wingers are all sooo poorrrr and stupid. They are stupid because they are poorrrr, racism would never exist in my suburban area
Popular leftist voice: these right wingers must have brain damage. They must be bigots because they are literally reta suffering from blsck mold, or brain damage.
Very cool photoset you’ve got there, would really love if you were able to credit the photographers beyond just “not mine, credit to whoever’s this is, found this on Pinterest” yk?
I know it isn’t super easy to find sources sometimes but reverse image search exists and usually gives some kind of source? And if you credit YOUR source it’s easier to keep that chain of credit going for the next person to find.
I know it’s an extra step but it’s not an unimportant one
YEAH I KILLED FRAN BUT I GUESS I DIDNT SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE ON ME? NOTHING WHAT ATTEMPTED MURDER?!?! I GET ARSON FOR THE BUILDING AND A FEW OTHER CHARGES, WITH A GOOD LAWYER
WHICH I HAVE!!!!
I’LL BE OUT IN NO TIME. AND THEN YOULL SEE JUST HOW MUCH HELL I CAN WREAK ON YOUR LIFE YOU VICIOUS. LITTLE. BITCH.
The sky was only gray, almost uniformly so. The cold wind pushed around handful of dry leaves, once a vibrant pink, now a dark and sad color. Dust and sand mingled among the ruins of a greater time. At last, not even life remained in this desolate land.
Not even within the Vessel standing on the cracked pavement. Above him, the arch of a once glorious architectural prowess, crumbling at the seams. Fragile pebbles were already hitting the porcelain-white piece of armor on his shoulder. He didn't flinch, didn't move an inch as the sudden noise clashed with the deathly silence or the land. Larger rocks had yet to fall, but he knew they would soon. Right on top of him.
And this didn't go unnoticed. There was still a wretched thing keeping an eye over the crumbled city. An old god, older than the land the city was built on. Older than the sky itself.
It neared the Vessel. They were familiar, even after all this time.
"I thought you were better than this now," the diety said through the molecules.
"Fuck off."
Well, it seems he was not.
The Vessel was naught but a broken boy when they first encountered one another. He grew by their side, tasted the divine, and spat it back out once he grew his own wings. He used to be immature, powerless, a slave to his emotions and irrational fears and desires. Looks like old habits die hard, after everything.
"You know this is a situation I can part you from. It has been done before."
"You do not have dominion any longer over this kingdom."
What a spiteful little thing. Sleep was almost fond of him.
"Dominion is a concept attached to a futile god. Those human-made rules do not apply to me. Need I remind you I am beyond anything your realm could conjure ?"
"I am no longer worthy. I have turned my back to you."
Classic Vessel. His hands are not worthy and all that, Sleep has heard that tale many times before. Thinking he could manage with his own power against something bigger than himself. Sleep knew better than to repeat the past like a useless broken record, even if the melody is still there and still beautiful.
"I still know you, Vessel. And I know you've changed. I know that too. But so have I."
Before the Vessel could process those words, the world started to spin uncontrollably. His knees weakened, his breath was short, and his saliva pooled heavily in his mouth. He fought. This had to be Sleep's doing. I fought to stay awake and upright, though it was in vain. His knees buckled and he crashed to the dusty ground, spitting excess saliva and coughing in the thin layer of sand. He crawled away from under the unstable stone without realising what he was doing. His nails were dirty from the grime getting underneath them, and the paint stained the ground as he drooled. He spat, perched on a somewhat clean stone, trying to recover from Sleep's mind tricks. If they had a body, it would be sitting next to him, staring and doing nothing.
"Tell me what you did."
"Don't you know, you fucking smartass ?"
"No, actually. But I didn't need to be there. I know enough."
Vessel could've cursed it to the depth of the Sun. His ailments ebbed away into the wind. He felt dehydrated.
"It happened again. Still as powerful and powerless as the last time, and the time before, and the time before that one."
"It could only be that."
It felt weird to confide in the old god again, like two old friends meeting after life had parted them for fifteen years.
"I know you. You want parasitic plants to burst from your chest and viscera and make something of your living corpse. Your skin is poisoned and you yearn for touch like your life depends on it. You are nothing but a gross sack of flesh victim of your treacherous and oh so loving heart. And you've grown numb to it, but it still hurts like a black hole sitting in your diaphragm."
The Vessel chuckled faintly. They still got it.
"Something of your kind has cursed me."
"There is nothing of my kind. But I know what you mean."
Vessel looks out to the horizon. A tall mountain sits there, stretching to the clouds and so far away it was almost faint. Sleep continued :
"And you are cursed indeed. Such is the human condition, for humans like you, that is."
Vessel looked back to the spot where he imagined them.
"Go to sleep, Vessel. Let yourself be the only recipient of your love for a bit. The pieces of your puzzles will fall into place. They were just dropped from outer space. They will take time to reach you in the deepest parts of you. Because you are made from the stars. You must suffer like a star. And you shall love like a star as well."
Sleep's material form was never there, but Vessel could feel that they were gone now. He looks up at the cloudy sky. They didn't call him 'my Vessel'. He didn't believe they would ever respect that boundary yet here they were. He wasn't theirs and they weren't his any longer, but there was still something. A mutual agreement, a respectful distance and texture to their remaining bond. Something that felt right. All born from, you guessed it, a place of love.
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i don't remember so i'm not sure this is a thing but how were you taught about the 3/5ths Compromise? that clause of the US constitution that says slaves will be counted as 3/5ths of a person? was it like, oh that's bad because it is dehumanizing to be considered less than a full person?
like that isn't the problem there. these people were already enslaved. everything about how society and the economy and whatever was structured was premised on them not being human. The Problem is for what propose they were being counted as 3/5ths of a person. it was for apportioning representatives and taxes. the south had millions of people enslaved. 3/5ths of those millions were considered for how many representatives the states had in congress. the more slaves, the more political power. and this had repercussions that echo down through to today. and this is reflected today in prison populations being counted for political representation but incarcerated people being disenfranchised. and in gerrymandering and in gutting the voting rights act. in the continued denial of political power to black people.
literally like everything this country does is a badge of slavery. everything is reproducing slavery while trying to forget it.
oh and the other side of the compromises: the taxes. the south could continue to benefit from slavery and accumulated political power as long as it meant the north and the federal govt could accumulate wealth and capital in tandem.
maybe everyone knows this shit already but like the good guys were always benefitting from slavery from the absolute earliest days of this country's founding. they just didn't want the south to keep all the wealth generated from it. everything that happens today is designed to reproduce this.
what i wanna say is that the founding of the United States was premised on benefitting from chattel slavery and any compromise was to make sure every state and the federal government, not just southern slave owning states, could share in the wealth
congrats to all the cradle-Catholic queer people (including everyone who's lapsed/don't really consider yourselves Catholic anymore) who are now suddenly more Catholic than the weirdos who think women wearing pants is an affront to God 🥳🎉
also. feels incredibly funny to know that my gay marriage can be blessed by the Church if i wanted but these fuckers' marriages are invalid. how do you freaks like it now?
energy policy would be much better if we still had a tradition of animal sacrifice I think. people would be way more chill about nuclear energy if they could see a large and proud bull being ritually sacrificed every month or so at the base of the cooling towers to keep the plant safe
[Text ID: 1. #so when I was in schooling for power plant work #my applied electrical theory instructor told us about this thing his crew had #called The Load Toad #who was a totemic frog statue that was long ago bought for the plant #and displayed over the switchboard for all the distributd loads (hence the name)
#apparently The Load Toad was a force everyone in the electrical division sincerely believed needed to be appeased #and the ritual for doing so involved the blood of a virgin (easy to get in a nuclear power plant tbh) and chicken bones #you'd burn the bones in a burning bowl after splashing them with the virginal sacrifice
#ANYWAYS apparently one time they got a new head who was either devout Methodist or Mormon I forget #and he made them stop like all of that with firing threats and criminal threats too #then every day for a month 4 loads would randomly inexplicably fail #at first he blamed the men for acting out the Toad's vengeance #but after babysitting down in the pit himself he could see that all the failures were borderline miraculous and impossible to anticipate
#so without admitting his wrong he just threw a kfc bucket full of bones into the breakroom and curtly said "just make it stop" #moral of the story I actually agree with this sentiment #prev [left arrow]
2. #humanity can have a little magical thinking if it gets them to stop global warming /end ID]
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As an older queer, allow me to say: the walls of the closet are load-bearing. It is our job as a community to stand in front of that door and tell everyone who wants to peek inside to fuck off.
There are so many reasons a person may choose not to come out and there is no reason a person would owe the public or a stranger that information. Certainly it's not owed simply because someone is famous.
We have fought for decades to make it safer for people to be open and authentic about themselves, but we are not yet there. And even if we were, the closet would still be something we need to maintain for those who are not ready to reveal that part of themselves.
