i wonder how much healing
that one xkcd comic did
to the internet with saying “you’re one of today’s lucky 10,000″ when encountering a person who hasn’t been exposed to a popular or well known thing
It’s not “everyone” acting like it’s normal. The majority of people know something’s wrong they just don’t have the tools to fix it. Maybe a plurality don’t know that the problem is capitalism, they blame it on something else, but they’re still aware there’s a problem. “Everyone” is just too exhausted from working 4 jobs, 50 hours a week to scream into the void in their spare time.
@sketiana // cells undergoing mitosis // neutron stars colliding // ‘saturn’, sleeping at last // voyager golden records // diagram of an atom // diagram of the solar system // 'a toast to the alchemists’, laura giplin // neural stem cells // ciliated ventral epithelium // 'constellations’, the oh hellos // jwst deep field // 'singularity’, marie howe // heart of the phantom galaxy // 'zephyrus’, the oh hellos // apoferritin // aerial view of a forest // a graph me and my project co-chair made to model angle over time of our payload // molybdenum and sulfur atoms // unknown // pillars of creation
Level one: filling a shape with random noodling (sketch is on a separate layer and set to overlay - you can use any layer setting you like to make the sketch lighter)
Level two: creating more complex shapes by drawing and erasing
Level three: using “flow guides” in the sketch and use the line to fill in one section at a time. Go back to empty sections and “greeble” them (add details to fill space)
I add an arrow pointing to the “tail” any time I move away from the section where the tail is - I used to spend way too long hunting that bastard down, it’s easier just to draw an arrow pointing at it.
I don’t plan ahead for what will fill spaces, I usually make it up as I go, and will add the same patterns to areas that I think ought to share patterns in common (like how I made all the fox’s feet match in “Silhouette” - the first was just on the fly, but from then on every time I got to a foot I repeated the same motif)
The rest is just having the desire and patience to do this for about a week.
Me: I have… ideas! By Jove! I must make it to the computer or a notebook post haste in order to create literature! So rarely does inspiration hit this quickly and clearly and I must take full advantage of it!
My body: *knocks on the door*
Me: What is it? I’m in stereotypical insane romantic Victorian writer mode.
My body: Well boss… it seems we’re overdue for a panic attack.
Me: Ah, beans. *falls into the family guy death pose*
My body: Well boss…
it seems we’re overdue for
a panic attack.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
WERE ANY OF YOU GOING TO TELL ME THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PHYSICAL REACTION TO HOT PEOPLE??? LIKE HEARTRATE RISES AND ALL THAT. THAT’S REAL??
I’ve been dramatically exaggerating my reactions to hot people for YEARS because I thought that was what everyone did. For COMEDIC EFFECT. are you telling me all the squealing and people getting flustered and those ‘not to be a lesbian but oh my god’ tags were Not A Joke
At least dinosaurs. Are real
A small collection. Happy ace week you guys
the only person in the world who’s ever made me feel like this is my beloved (and that’s EVERY DAY)
I don’t miss the bulk and hassle of old physical media - being able to bring massive music libraries with you pretty much wherever you go pretty much effortlessly with no skips and minimal seek times is much superior to what we had before things like mp3 players became basically ubiquitous.
But I’ll admit I sometimes miss the kinetic feel of things like minidiscs or cassette tapes.
Like don’t get me wrong, SD cards and USB thumb drives not only house *vastly* more data than the 3.5" diskettes and tape datasettes of my childhood, but even most of the really cheap ones also tend to be significantly more reliable, especially compared to the 3.5" floppies which picked up sector faults the way magnets pick up metal fragments, but there was something satisfying about all the mechanical noises and action that was involved with some of those medias.
the word “queer” being used by someone who uses that word to describe their own experience of love and their cherished community should not ever sound the same to you as it does coming out of the mouth of a homophobe. acting like these two types of people are the same is unbelievably cruel
^^^
Adding on once again: there is no word for our experiences that has not been used as a slur and isn’t *still* used as a slur.
My mother never said fag but she sure could say “gay” in a way that made it clear that was what she meant 🙃
“Homosexual” in the mouth of a Southern Republican US Senator is more vile than “faggot” in the mouth of a 50-year-old gay man from Seattle, where they made an attempt at one point to reclaim the word. (Unlike queer, it didn’t really work.)
Hell. “Those people” in the mouth of a homophobic mom to a closeted gay teen is probably fouler than either of those.
Just chiming in here from over on the disability side of things, where we can testify that it doesn’t matter what you call yourself, your terminology will get used as a slur by people who don’t want you to exist because you fuck up their ideas of how the world should be. So, call yourself whatever you want, and don’t yield to the people who don’t care what you’re called, because your greatest crime is existing in the first place. They’re never going to have a polite word for you anyway.
I’m the house resource nurse but no one needs any additional nursing help so I’m embarking on a really stupid fetch quest, wish me luck
Okay so they thought the emergency department might get slammed later in the night so they put me, someone who is ED trained a little, in the role of house resource in case they needed to suddenly drag me to the ED. Which means my job is to go around to each floor and be like “hey I’m here do you need help?” and the floors were like “I mean nothing I can think of right now,” and I go “cool well call me if anything comes up” and they say “for sure” and never call me. So I was responsible for no patients and no one needed anything from me and the ED was doing fine. I’m basically just doing rounds every couple hours to make sure everyone is continuing to not need me so I can get back to reading.
I go up to neuro and find them (again. quiet night) dressing up a container of cleaning wipes in a baby onesie someone must have lost. They shoved wash clothes in the limbs to give it structure. Someone says “oh if only it had a little hat.” And me, person who is doing nothing and also knows we have a maternity flood, is like “I mean. I can get a hat.”
So I go to the maternity floor which is on the other side of the hospital, and it’s a locked unit which means I have to go in through the front desk where someone asks me what’s up. And I’m like hmmmm. I didn’t think of what to say. And in retrospect, I probably could have just asked for a hat. They got a lot of lil baby hats. Instead, the conversation went like this
Maternity nurse: how can I help you?
Me: need a hat. For a baby. His head is cold.
Maternity nurse who is staring at me with frankly more confusion than I think she needs to be expressing: a…baby?
Me: yup. real human baby.
Maternity nurse: how old is the baby?
Me, apparently deciding to “yes and”: one month. He’s a visitor’s baby. He is small.
Maternity nurse: our hats aren’t going to fit him.
Me:
Me:
Me:
Maternity nurse: but I can give you a hat if you want to try?
Me: neurology is doing an art project and I promised them a baby hat please give me a baby hat
The maternity nurse agrees and takes me back with her to a room full of actual babies that I am ROBBING with my entirely unnecessary lies. And I’m like great, forget you ever saw me, and go back to neuro. And I’m so psyched to show them the hat.
But I get to the floor and there five nurses standing around a room with a comfort care sign on the door, which means a patient who is no longer receiving curative treatments and is now on hospice. And again. There’s just a whole group of nursing standing outside the room of just such a patient. I’m like “oh my god now is not the time to dramatically reveal the baby hat, someone just DIED,” but then the door to the room opens and a cloud of tobacco smokes rolls out as the charge nurse emerges. Because presumably the comfort care patient was like “what are they possibly going to do about it” and smoked a cigarette, which you super can’t do in the hospital, and then got rid of the still burning butt by flicking it out of his bed and into the nearby sink where it started melting a bedpan someone left there.
(I think one of the reasons that this event was so baffling to all of us is that people smoke in the hospital all the time, it’s just fentanyl and meth. So we’re all like “just a cigarette? Like a normal cigarette? Nothing added? Do we need to…do something???” Meanwhile there’s a second theoretical discussion going on about well, the guy is dying. Maybe we can take him to like a special room to smoke? Like clearly we’ve identified an important part of palliative care for him. Surely we’ve got like one abandoned smoker’s lounge left over from the 80s.)
Anyway I presented my baby hat, we dressed the child who now had a homemade hospital ID band, and then gave it the confiscated lighter and cigarettes. Behold the spirit of the new year, technically the first baby delivered at our hospital in the year 2024:
I’m the house resource nurse but no one needs any additional nursing help so I’m embarking on a really stupid fetch quest, wish me luck
Okay so they thought the emergency department might get slammed later in the night so they put me, someone who is ED trained a little, in the role of house resource in case they needed to suddenly drag me to the ED. Which means my job is to go around to each floor and be like “hey I’m here do you need help?” and the floors were like “I mean nothing I can think of right now,” and I go “cool well call me if anything comes up” and they say “for sure” and never call me. So I was responsible for no patients and no one needed anything from me and the ED was doing fine. I’m basically just doing rounds every couple hours to make sure everyone is continuing to not need me so I can get back to reading.
I go up to neuro and find them (again. quiet night) dressing up a container of cleaning wipes in a baby onesie someone must have lost. They shoved wash clothes in the limbs to give it structure. Someone says “oh if only it had a little hat.” And me, person who is doing nothing and also knows we have a maternity flood, is like “I mean. I can get a hat.”
So I go to the maternity floor which is on the other side of the hospital, and it’s a locked unit which means I have to go in through the front desk where someone asks me what’s up. And I’m like hmmmm. I didn’t think of what to say. And in retrospect, I probably could have just asked for a hat. They got a lot of lil baby hats. Instead, the conversation went like this
Maternity nurse: how can I help you?
Me: need a hat. For a baby. His head is cold.
Maternity nurse who is staring at me with frankly more confusion than I think she needs to be expressing: a…baby?
Me: yup. real human baby.
Maternity nurse: how old is the baby?
Me, apparently deciding to “yes and”: one month. He’s a visitor’s baby. He is small.
Maternity nurse: our hats aren’t going to fit him.
Me:
Me:
Me:
Maternity nurse: but I can give you a hat if you want to try?
Me: neurology is doing an art project and I promised them a baby hat please give me a baby hat
The maternity nurse agrees and takes me back with her to a room full of actual babies that I am ROBBING with my entirely unnecessary lies. And I’m like great, forget you ever saw me, and go back to neuro. And I’m so psyched to show them the hat.
But I get to the floor and there five nurses standing around a room with a comfort care sign on the door, which means a patient who is no longer receiving curative treatments and is now on hospice. And again. There’s just a whole group of nursing standing outside the room of just such a patient. I’m like “oh my god now is not the time to dramatically reveal the baby hat, someone just DIED,” but then the door to the room opens and a cloud of tobacco smokes rolls out as the charge nurse emerges. Because presumably the comfort care patient was like “what are they possibly going to do about it” and smoked a cigarette, which you super can’t do in the hospital, and then got rid of the still burning butt by flicking it out of his bed and into the nearby sink where it started melting a bedpan someone left there.
(I think one of the reasons that this event was so baffling to all of us is that people smoke in the hospital all the time, it’s just fentanyl and meth. So we’re all like “just a cigarette? Like a normal cigarette? Nothing added? Do we need to…do something???” Meanwhile there’s a second theoretical discussion going on about well, the guy is dying. Maybe we can take him to like a special room to smoke? Like clearly we’ve identified an important part of palliative care for him. Surely we’ve got like one abandoned smoker’s lounge left over from the 80s.)
Anyway I presented my baby hat, we dressed the child who now had a homemade hospital ID band, and then gave it the confiscated lighter and cigarettes. Behold the spirit of the new year, technically the first baby delivered at our hospital in the year 2024:
“IT’S A SWORD, IT’S NOT MEANT TO BE SAFE.” My favourite scene from The Hogfather. ___ See how this comic was made here.
an obviously stolen copy of this crossed my dash last week, and i wanted to reblog the real thing. tracking down an image that originates in social media is a bit of hassle, but i am the citation fairy (sort of), and this is her quest. and she had to do whatever it took on this one. that only turned out to be less than 10 minutes, but she was prepared to put in a few hours. the hogfather lit the spark of her creation, and this is his night.
meet penis from my new cartoon “steamboat penis” where the titular character penis pilots a boat shaped like a penis right into some sharp rocks killing himself and all other 42 passengers on board
One trope Im a big fan of in media is when the loyalty outweighs a conflict of interest. I don’t agree with what you’re doing, but I will follow where you go no matter what. I will do anything for you even if it opposes my own morals
“i could fix him” “i could make him worse” well i could turn him into a flea. a harmless little flea. then i’d put that flea inside of a box📦. and then i’d put that box inside of another box🎁. and then i’d maaaaiiiilllllll that box to myself!!!!!!!!11!!!!! 📬
my advice to kids on the internet is don’t get too attached to your username and absolutely do not blend your offline life with your online presence. you do not want your future self to have any connection to the stuff you are saying and doing right now
you don’t have the privilege of every embarrassing thing you said being lost to a defunct bbcode forum like my generation did. please, please leave yourself the opportunity for a clean slate. you’ll thank yourself later.
btw this post is just as much about online safety and protecting yourself from stalkers/employers as it is being able to distance yourself from kin drama and ship wars when you realize the absurdity of it all
The little directional nose and skinny legs get me. What a horrifying little charmer. I like him well.
Waow taht is a creachur
that is one of the most animals
well that certainly is a Thing
Well, It’s That
If I saw one of these in a sci-fi or fantasy movie I would just accept them as a made up part of the fantasy without question. The possibility of them being a real thing would never even enter my head
good news! it’s real and it’s a black and rufous elephant shrew and it’s god’s gift to your dashboard
Find it so funny when Israelis complain of “westerners” buddy you are A Westerner
“Westerners are so stupid when talking about isnotreal” I cannot emphasize enough that you are a westerner. You are not anything but a westerner. You sound so stupid calling me a westerner when you are living in a glorified USAmerican army base.
Given how wizards are themed around higher education, with their universities and ivory towers, I wanna see more fiction that goes into their published papers.
Like, there should be massive drama in the Wizarding world about how Fantasy Wikipedia says “There’s no consensus about the origins of skydoves” when in fact, there very much is, everyone knows they were created in the first or second dragon wars, and that’s uncontroversial. One single wizard at the University of Towers who thinks they’re an offshoot of mermaids DOES NOT MEAN IT’S AN OPEN ISSUE.
Papers that are rebuttals to other magical discoveries. Like, look, that spell just won’t work, and you can’t call it a “theoretical exercise” just to cover up the fact that you’ve not been able to cast it. You can’t combine Ichthyomancy with completely unrelated elemental summonings, that’s just not how magic works, in all due respect.
Thesis defense would be significantly scarier when all your reviewers can cast Everburning Fireball on your ass.
Learning Theoretical Evocation from a hungover lizardman TA at 8am, because the professor for this course has been off on the Elemental Plane of Circles for half the semester trying to finish her paper on how Centaurs predate horses rather than the other way around.
Speaking of which, the life of a wizard graduate student… You keep getting called to go on “quests” which are just overgrown research expeditions to help out some professor’s project. You spent nearly a month in that damp castle capturing all the spinfrogs you could find, all to help your professor’s project on the possibilities of concentrated soul essences. To this day, you still get dizzy whenever you see battlements, let alone a donjon.
Pal. Am I ever writing a book for you, and I’m just highly chuffed right now because I thought I was the only nerd that would think this was cool. Will it ever be published? I don’t know, I write for a hobby, between scrambling to exist.
But damn, I’m pretty much writing this theme, though not the exacts you posted. The protagonist is a snitty little trans dude that would certainly have a Tumblr blog pointing out magical inaccuracies in media if Tumblr was a thing that existed for him. His character arc is realizing that being the smartest guy in the room doesn’t really matter if you’re insufferable and no. The real magic is when he grows his own personality, starts caring about others, and stops being such a brat because he knows a bunch of 10-dollar words that no one ever cared about in the first place.
He actually specializes in magic archaeology- learning how other cultures used magic, the significance of it, how it was woven into their languages and such. It’s a pretty important field when just over the hills there’s some fire that never goes out, and can only be really contained and we don’t fucking know why right now, just that some culture did this a few thousand years ago and vanished.
Sorry to go on about my little idea, I’m just so happy that like… someone else is thinking about this kind of thing. That someone would like to read about wizards arguing about if demons are really evil as a whole or if they’re just being summoned wrong and are just guides, until one of them up and brings forth an archfiend just to solve the issue. The issue, of course, isn’t solved, and they keep arguing.
Awesome. Sounds great! and never apologize for talking about your work.
Given how wizards are themed around higher education, with their universities and ivory towers, I wanna see more fiction that goes into their published papers.
Like, there should be massive drama in the Wizarding world about how Fantasy Wikipedia says “There’s no consensus about the origins of skydoves” when in fact, there very much is, everyone knows they were created in the first or second dragon wars, and that’s uncontroversial. One single wizard at the University of Towers who thinks they’re an offshoot of mermaids DOES NOT MEAN IT’S AN OPEN ISSUE.
Papers that are rebuttals to other magical discoveries. Like, look, that spell just won’t work, and you can’t call it a “theoretical exercise” just to cover up the fact that you’ve not been able to cast it. You can’t combine Ichthyomancy with completely unrelated elemental summonings, that’s just not how magic works, in all due respect.
Thesis defense would be significantly scarier when all your reviewers can cast Everburning Fireball on your ass.
Learning Theoretical Evocation from a hungover lizardman TA at 8am, because the professor for this course has been off on the Elemental Plane of Circles for half the semester trying to finish her paper on how Centaurs predate horses rather than the other way around.
Speaking of which, the life of a wizard graduate student… You keep getting called to go on “quests” which are just overgrown research expeditions to help out some professor’s project. You spent nearly a month in that damp castle capturing all the spinfrogs you could find, all to help your professor’s project on the possibilities of concentrated soul essences. To this day, you still get dizzy whenever you see battlements, let alone a donjon.
Pal. Am I ever writing a book for you, and I’m just highly chuffed right now because I thought I was the only nerd that would think this was cool. Will it ever be published? I don’t know, I write for a hobby, between scrambling to exist.
But damn, I’m pretty much writing this theme, though not the exacts you posted. The protagonist is a snitty little trans dude that would certainly have a Tumblr blog pointing out magical inaccuracies in media if Tumblr was a thing that existed for him. His character arc is realizing that being the smartest guy in the room doesn’t really matter if you’re insufferable and no. The real magic is when he grows his own personality, starts caring about others, and stops being such a brat because he knows a bunch of 10-dollar words that no one ever cared about in the first place.
He actually specializes in magic archaeology- learning how other cultures used magic, the significance of it, how it was woven into their languages and such. It’s a pretty important field when just over the hills there’s some fire that never goes out, and can only be really contained and we don’t fucking know why right now, just that some culture did this a few thousand years ago and vanished.
Sorry to go on about my little idea, I’m just so happy that like… someone else is thinking about this kind of thing. That someone would like to read about wizards arguing about if demons are really evil as a whole or if they’re just being summoned wrong and are just guides, until one of them up and brings forth an archfiend just to solve the issue. The issue, of course, isn’t solved, and they keep arguing.
Awesome. Sounds great! and never apologize for talking about your work.
ngl I’m gonna need this site to stop right the fuck now with whatever rising aphobia has decided to suddenly skyrocket in the last month of 2023
you’re not funny when you say sex is what makes someone more valuable or more mature you’re not cool when you go “God I wanna be a little aphobic rn” you’re not original when you make sweeping dickish statements about aspec people and as a trans bisexual person who the aspec community helped tremendously and continues to help, i hate you
the aspec community taught me:
my identity is *mine* and cannot be dictated by others, no matter the complexity
it is okay to never ever want to have sex, to want to hook up 4 times a week, or to have any number of partners (or lack thereof) and as long as it’s consensual it is not a blight on your worth/choices
same thing with romantic relationships
you can have a close meaningful incredibly important relationship with someone platonically and you do not have to devalue your friendships just because society sees partners as most important
its okay to be unsure, it’s okay to change your mind, it’s okay to identify as whatever makes you most comfortable, and you are not evil if you think a label fits you but later find out it doesn’t
you deserve to be able to live in financial physical and emotional stability even if you’re single, and it’s not your fault society is built around the demand that you won’t be
you are a whole person on your own who does not require one specific special person to “complete” them otherwise there is something “missing” about you
meanwhile, aphobic people have time and time again said shit like:
witholding sex from a partner is *abusive* and if you don’t want it you need to either “tough it out” (that’s sexual assault???) or die alone
lacking a romantic or sexual partner is a moral failing that makes you worse, uninreresting, and less of a person
friends are never going to be as important to anyone as their partner and if you don’t find a partner you’ll never have full security
any closer relationship structure that doesn’t fall into fully romantic, sexual monogamy is Lesser and Bad
being unsure or having a “phase” is a blight and wrong and you must always know who you are or you’re an evil invader
if your attraction is lacking, YOU are lacking. if you’re not actively seeking sex or romance, you’re broken, bitter, cold, or mentally ill, and just don’t know yourself.
so. I’m gonna stick with the aspecs, actually. thanks.
Benedict Arnold the American military officer (1741-1801) is canon to the Sonic Boomniverse, as is his famous betrayal of his army to the British forces and his name becoming synonymous with traitorous behavior.
Due to this, it can be assumed that the American Revolution is canon to the Sonic Boomniverse, which implies that the European colonization of the Americas is also canon.
having a uterus SUCKS man bc all day you’ll be feeling the “hey bestie check your pants 😃 check it right now 😃 you might be getting your period 😃 hey bestie i think youre bleeding 😃” and then when you check if you got your period and your body is like WRONG ❌️ its The Slime