this started as a joke but then i started actually thinking about it and now im really annoyed that IDs have this one letter that doesnt mean anything for cis people and is a huge pain in the ass for trans people when we could instead have literally lifesaving information so emergency medical services could just check ur wallet to see which blood to give you so you dont die or whatever But No
replace genders with blood types
dare to imagine a world where govt issue identification that days whether u are A, B, or O
[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers ‘There’s a petition to ban conversion therapy in the EU’ to Cas’ 'I love you’. /End ID]
If you are a citizen in the EU please sign this petition:
What does a stock photo of some random guy brooding have to do with my question
i’m so sorry to tell you that’s not some random guy brooding, that’s jensen ackles, the guy who played dean winchester in supernatural. i think this may be a screenshot from the show.
My mom calls him pouty and the other one squeezy
thank you, I didn’t do it intentionally
on the one hand im honored that my tags got noticed but on the other hand now everyone can see the fact that i got misha collins and jensen ackles mixed up
in my defense they look exactly the same
In your defense when you said this was Misha Collins I immediately believed you that this was his name instead of Jensen Shackles
This post gives off vintage Tumblr vibes
No the real vintage tumblr would already add at least one supernatural gif to the post
this happened an Hour ago
I’m sorry, I need to bring us back around to pouty and squeezy because that’s perfect and I love it
*tries to fit this gif in here somewhere*
THAT’S SQUEEZY!
he sure pouts a lot its the perfect name
I couldn’t find the right image to explain why my mom called the other one squeezy (because he often kept his lips “tightly squeezed”, according to her) so here’s this image instead
this post is from… *check notes* yesterday?
Ok, but what is a blorbo?
I HAVE BEEN INFORMED BY MY MOM THAT I (ACCIDENTALLY) LIED TO YOU ALL
TURNS OUT, SOME 18 OR SO YEARS AGO MY MOM AND AUNT DECIDED TO GIVE SUPERNATURAL A GO AND STARTED WATCHING THE FIRST SEASON TOGETHER AND IT WAS MY AUNT, NOT MY MOM, WHO GAVE POUTY AND SQUEEZY THEIR NICKNAMES
I must add that my aunt is the kind of person who cares not about pop culture
Fred Hampton Jr visiting his father on Father’s Day…his grave is annually shot by local police
.Some context for this:
-Fred Hampton was a black activist from Chicago – an extraordinary speaker, youth organizer for the NAACP.
-He joined the Black Panthers and shone so brightly that he was made chair of the Chicago chapter when he was only 20.
-He founded the Rainbow Coalition, which brought together Black and Latino activists and radical anti-poverty Catholics. He forged an alliance among major Chicago street gangs to help them make peace and work for social change.
-In 1967, when he was just 19, Hampton was identified by the FBI as a “radical threat.” The FBI tried to subvert his activities in Chicago, sowing disinformation to get the groups he’d drawn together to distrust each other, and getting an FBI plant next to him as a bodyguard.
-(This is part of an illegal FBI program called COINTELPRO, which aimed to paint black civil rights activists (among others) as violent and threatening. If you’ve only seen pictures of the Black Panthers as armed and dangerous revolutionaries, and never heard of their children’s breakfast program, their community health clinics, or their “copwatch” patrols, this is why. It’s because COINTELPRO was a highly successful work of political propaganda.)
-On December 3, 1969, Hampton taught a political education course at a local church, and then several Panthers gathered at his apartment for a late dinner. One of them was the FBI plant bodyguard, who drugged Hampton.
-At 4:45 AM on December 4, a squad of Chicago Police officers and FBI agents with a warrant to search for weapons stormed the apartment. Investigations later showed they fired between 90 and 99 times. The Panther on security detail, Mark Clark, was holding a shotgun. He was shot, and the gun went off into the ceiling. This was the only shot fired by the Panthers.
-Fred Hampton, in another room, didn’t awaken. He was shot in his bed. Twice, in the head, at point-blank range. He was 21.
-Four weeks after witnessing Hampton’s death, his finance Deborah Johnson gave birth to their son, Fred Hampton Jr. That’s him in the photograph, visiting the grave of a father who died before he was born. A resting place riddled with bullets.
I will be honest guys, the Red portrait of king Charles is gorgeous asdfghjkl
it’s a bad portrait. Like. Objectively. It does the opposite of what’s intended. It looks like the painter is insulting him. If it was in a contemporary gallery with no context you would see it immediately as the ambivalent criticism of Charles’s reign, how he fades into the overwhelming red background as a tiny little figure, small and insignificant, insufficient for the clothes he’s wearing. It reminds my of Goya’s portraits, how they were so ‘realistic’ that they ended up making these great figures look pathetic to the viewer. So these are our rulers?
the sheer novelty. the surprise and shock, the kinda cunt it’s serving for no reason. I. I love it. It’s an incredible portrait by Jonathan Yeo. By the sheer fact that Charles, the man, is impossible to portray as greater than man because he’s just such a nothingburger of a dude. So a portrait made to make him look huge and interesting made him be swallowed in red brushstrokes. The butterfly, that reminded me immediately of “ we will all laugh at guilded butterflies”, draws more attention than him. It looks like an omen. It looks like a warning in all this red. Something is not right here.
This is the best royal portrait ever 10/10
This is a painting of a monarch whose individual personality and even bodily presence are a mere footnote within the legacy of bloodshed that built the throne he occupies. This is the only way it’s possible to depict him. It’s a photograph of his soul
And I think all of that is entirely deliberate!
I think Jonathan Yeo meant this portrait to be absolutely all of those things, he just can’t be very vocal about the paintings true meaning. Yet.
I’ve done this on another post, but let’s compare that portrait up there to some other portraits Yeo’s done.
Here’s actor and activist Idris Elba, whom colleagues have described as warm and friendly, open-hearted, with an emotional intelligence that makes him capable of being very honest and vulnerable with the character he’s playing:
Here’s Jony Ive - who founded Apple with Steve Jobs and was chief design officer responsible for some of the more popular artistic choices, who recently left the company because the culture had gotten so toxic and shitty. He now works more in private design, so he has more artistic freedom and he can be less in the public eye:
Yeo’s even previously painted British heads of state. Here’s the phenomenal Baroness Doreen Lawrence of the labour party, a Jamaican immigrant who turned the tragic murder of her son into a lifelong campaign of quietly and steadily dismantling systemic racism:
To me, all these portraits are deeply personal, conveying the sitter’s character with empathy and quiet dignity.
Elba is leaning forward in an intimate friendly gesture. He makes eye contact with the viewer but his face is turned slightly to the side, inviting but not confrontational, his brows slightly drawn together thoughtfully. His hands are natural and relaxed. He’s shirtless - not to be a beefcake thirst trap (okay maybe just a tiny little bit), but to convey how emotionally naked he’s willing to be.
Ives is literally putting a lens between himself and the viewer - we have to look closer to see his face, but when we do we see his eyes crinkled with a hint of good humor. The perspectives are all distorted, but the main thing we see is the hands that have physically built so much of the technology we use. And even outside the phone screen he’s still enased by a circular frame within a frame, indicating yet another layer of separation between the subject and the viewer.
Lawrence is radiant, proudly upright and implacable as a mountain, her head held high and her hands folded before her with a self-contained air of calm determination. And even though the background is a chaotic sea of looming shapes and quick brush strokes, her eyes keep us grounded, even pinned in place. We’re the viewer, but she is studying us.
And then, on the other end of the personality spectrum, here’s noted asshole Damien Hirst, who frequently makes the news for being racist and sexist and just generally a really slimy piece of shit. His most famous works are the animal carcasses suspended in resin-
-yeah, that. That guy. He’s made all the money in the goddamn world three times over for pieces like that, and he still seems like he’s on a personal mission to make everyone around him as miserable as possible.
Here’s Yeo’s portrait of him, seated on a leather throne, dick bulge at eye level, contained in one of his own tanks:
Here’s the droopy and melancholic portrait of the famously pompous and insufferable John Cooper Clarke, self-described “original punk poet”, who was recently booed off stage for making super transphobic remarks, and whose most famous quote is “I read Kerouac at 12 and decided I could do better”:
And, most notably for the argument I’m making here, here’s D-Day veteran Sgt Geoffrey Pattinson, and see if you can spot the extremely subtle use of color theory here:
My conclusion: Jonathan Yeo paints very good portraits, and sometimes his subjects are very bad people.
And I think he brings absolutely all of his artistic talent to the Charles portrait.
@chromegnomes is absolutely right; it is the only possible way to depict him. It is a photograph of his soul.
And that’s precisely why it’s so ugly and uncomfortable to look at.
People have said that Charles has a “complicated legacy”, which is what people say when someone has an objectively horrible legacy that they are still personally benefiting from. But the people who still tolerate his extravagant gilded existence to “honor historical tradition” will find absolutely nothing to like in this portrait. All the gold and brass and pomp of his uniform, all the military accolades for his colonial warmongering, all the fabulous ostentatious wealth he was born into and has spent every second of his life surrounded by - which would have been rendered with glittering precision and care in a traditional royal portrait - they’re all dingy and washed out and already fading. The medals aren’t even clearly marked enough to really know what they are; it’s all sound and fury, signifying nothing.
The butterfly that was included as a nod to his honestly extensive conservation work (because let’s give the little bit of credit where credit is actually due) stands out as the one bright point of beauty and authenticity - but it’s dwarfed by the only other visible object, the sword, and it’s being swallowed up by that lurid, putrid background that seems to seep out of Charles’ uniform. The dark tips of its wings are the most high-contrast part of the painting except for Charles’ black hollow eyes that stare into nothing. And, most significantly in my opinion, the butterfly isn’t actually touching him, or connected to him in any way. It just exists alongside him, but it doesn’t need him.
His face is painted in such a way to detail absolutely every wrinkle without ever being able to completely cover up the blood red background, and below the sunken shark-like eyes, the artist has included that vapidly pleasant plastered-on smile with nothing behind it that is practically the royal uniform by now. I think the angle is also deliberately chosen to be unsettling: many portraits are traditionally done either head-on, ¾ profile, or full profile. Charles is none of these - his head is tilted juuust a few degrees off kilter. It’s not quite right. And he’s looking off to the side very slightly; his thousand-yard-stare is kind of drifting over the viewers shoulder. He can’t look us in the eye.
And there is no way, there is absolutely no possible way that an artist who is smart enough and skilled enough to imbue all his other portraits with so much meaning and symbolism and indicators of the subject’s character - there’s no way that’s not intentional.
But… Yeo lives in London. He’s still working on other royal and aristocratic portraits. He still has to live in that society, and he still has to get paid.
So of course he has to toe the line, at least until Charles dies, and say that the vivid blood-soaked red is to symbolize the “”“vibrancy”“” of this terminally ill octogenarian, to bring a “”“modern contemporary feel”“” to this 19th century colonizer.
The king saw the painting when it was about halfway done. Yeo tells BBC News’ Katie Razzall that Charles was “mildly surprised by the strong color, but otherwise he seemed to be smiling approvingly.” He adds that when Camilla saw the portrait, she said, “Yes, you’ve got him.”
Listen, I work in memory care and end-of-life care, and we only say someone “seems to be smiling approvingly” to comfort the family when someone is so far gone they clearly don’t know where they are anymore. His ex-wife Camilla, who probably has more good reasons to hate him than any other single human being alive, looked at this haunting vision of hell and was like YES PERFECT.
This is all completely intentional. We are all picking up on exactly the message the artist was trying to convey. Yeo is trying to tell us, loud and clear, that something is not right here. It is absolutely an omen.
Op is right; it is insulting him. And it is supposed to make us look at this pathetic villain, who is currently toddling through the final days of his unfairly long and lavishly useless life, and think “these are our rulers?”
EDIT: I can’t believe I got something so obvious so colossally wrong, but Camilla’s not his ex-wife, they are very much married. Thank you everybody who corrected me, and if you’ve reblogged the old version of this where I stick my foot in my mouth up to the knee, could you please reblog this version?
Someone asked me why I give my creatures top scars and it’s to remind people of the trans existence. Should my work ever become widely popular, I want it known a trans man created the art. If my art is still loved when I’m gone, I want those scars to remind people of my identity and existence. To give these creatures my scars is a reminder of trans existence baked into the work itself. It cannot be removed. My creatures are protectors, warriors, and carry with them a greater existence than a simple two-part binary. With their scars, I call out to all the trans people who live in this generation with me. I pay homage to all those who paved the road before us. I plant a message to those who will come after us that we were here.
So, yes, I give my creatures top scars. Not as an aesthetic or fad, but as a permanent mark of who I am. And, as a signal to all my peers that we are not alone and we will always exist.
if you could assign a voidpet to a biomechanical god whos own hubris not only doomed himself to a painful death but also killed his sister, what would you assign?
It’s weird to me seeing how common it is for people to not know how to swim, so I wonder if it’s a region specific thing, or did I just grow up somewhere where swimming lessons in public schools is a normal thing
Sometimes you gotta stop worrying about being the smartest and funniest person in the room and just enjoy being in a room with smart and funny people
I really implore y'all to stop letting the need to prove yourself get in the way of just enjoying life and the people you share it with. I’m using the word “implore” so y'all know I’m serious about it, btw
This must resonate so much cause like. Either we all need to hear this or we know somebody who really does
An autistic child in their natural state will most likely be bullied on a regular basis.
They often have to actively suppress anything that makes them stand out.
Some are able to succeed at this, and people stop bullying them.
But they’re then invisible. They still have no friends. They still miss out on any experiences that require friends.
When they ask how to make friends, everyone assumes that they’re not even trying. Everyone assumes that they’re doing nothing even though they’re burning themself out just to be invisible. They’re told “talk to people” or “just be yourself”.
But that’s what they were bullied for. They never had a chance to learn how to “talk to people” or what “just be yourself” even means.
So then, every once in a while, they take a wild guess at how to interact with others. And they get bullied again.
Then they stop doing the wild guess that caused them to be bullied. And they’re back to being invisible.
Some are able to
succeed at this, and people
stop bullying them.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
send this to anyone making the “Jewish people are unsafe in pro-Palestine student camps” or “Jewish people are unsafe out on the streets” arguments right now, and also just share it around because it is funney
for some reason i can’t stop thinking about how, after the cops cleared out hind’s hall, they brought all the students one by one in front of news cameras, faced them towards the camera and ripped their masks off. i remember some, perhaps with genocidal parents, desperately trying to keep their heads angled down and away from the camera’s gaze. some calmly stared it down. i only watched a few.
to me it symbolizes the essential unity of the repressive apparatus; the nominally independent media company and the equally nominally independent municipal police department uniting to keep the colonial machine going, no matter the cost, but there was also something almost pornographic in the unmasking. one wonders how many of the nypd officers ripping off the protestors’ masks fantasized about doing the same to regular american civilians during the height of the pandemic.
Now that Twitter’s URL has officially changed, lets all join hands and remember that Elon Musk threw away one of the most recognizable, established brands of the past decade due to his personal chuunibyou fascination with the letter X.
People love reblogging this post and saying “well, this is just what happens when an (undiagnosed) autistic person has too much money”, as if the reason Musk had bad taste is autism - implying autistics inherently have bad taste - and not that he’s the lamest type of chuuni known to man.
“Chuunibyou” of course, being a Japanese slang term (literally meaning “8th Grader Syndrome”) for people whose idea of “cool” aligns with what an 8th grade boy would find cool, even though they really should’ve grown out of that by now.
So, y'know, the type of guy who thinks the letter X on its own is so cool that he keeps trying to use it as a brand. Before twitter, he tried to turn Paypal into X.com. His aerospace company is called Space X. It’s embarrassing.
And as an autistic person it’s frankly offensive to go “well yeah, that’s just what autistic people are like right? Thank goodness most of them don’t have the money to do this - or else they would, how cringe”.
there is something horrifically grim to it, but illustrations for gaza and palestinians tend to catch more mass attention that actual photos of people. this made me feel incredibly helpless for a long while, seeing both how people would rather look at a neat drawing of red black green and white than look a human in the eyes, and how online platforms would rather push a viral drawing while suppressing those begging for help at the same time.
a way to cope with this feeling has been taking advantage of it to directly guide people to helping palestinians.
if art gets better traction, then there’s an incredible amount of good that can be done by creating art that immediately links to fundraisers. creating art of the many images of those who are asking for help.
within hours of posting my drawing, there has been jumps in the thousands for bashar from gaza’s fundraiser. it’s a small effort in the grand scheme of things. it’s not a fix it. but it’s something good. please take care of each other and do what you can. i think this could help a lot of people if a lot of people did it.
here is bashar. i’ve drawn him, spoken to him, and known him now for a few months. any shares help, any art helps. draw who you see, draw what you see. thanks all
Madleen replied to me at last 😭 I was so worried. She said they moved to her aunt’s house in Deir al Balah 😢😢😢 I hope they are still able to cross to Egypt, they were literally just waiting for their papers to be processed. May the zionist entity fall soon god. Still no response from Yousef and Mohamed. I tried contacting Layla Ashoor, but I don’t think she’s seen my message yet.
Mohamed replied to me just now as well thank god. He says they are fine but that the situation is bad and they don’t know where to escape. Please keep donating to their fundraisers so that whenever they start letting people through again these families can finally escape to Egypt:
“Put it all in his pussy” I love it. He just wadded it all up and shoved it right in there. Crammed it all in. That expression should be commonplace too.
this tiktok screenshot ruined my life i need to see the serbian pigeon movie so so badly but it doesn’t exist it’s so foul to make this bad of a point with something so cool and then take it away from me.
Tiktok marvel fans really will be out here like “movie fan SHOCKED because i’d rather watch superhero movie #54 in blue and not a sensual 1987 french horror film about a man discovering his wife may not exist set in what is gradually revealed to be a space station” as if you’re supposed to agree that superhero movie #54 is the clear winner in this comparison
Love the idea of a story about a complex issue that’s told from the perspective of something that cannot comprehend or care about the issue. The way the story would be sliced up and moments that a human would consider pointless would be focused on because the pigeon happened to be there would be hype as fuck
Ok FINE I made the movie poster of it
Mališa, otherwise known as Little One, is a pet pigeon owned by a conservative butler of the Austro-Hungarian aristocracy. She is loved, and she is pampered— until her owner is murdered in cold blood, and she is left to fend for herself in Sarajevo.
In the wilds of the city, she feeds from the poor, working nationalist radicals, and the vieux riches alike.
To Mališa, there are no ethical concerns. No politics. No burgeoning nationalism.
There are only hands that feed her, and hands that do not.
This is compelling. Consider me fucking compelled.
Final shot is the bird hearing, but not seeing, the sound of a .32 ACP pistol, and flying away in shock
Fandom has been taking down those extremely intricate and helpful GameFAQs text guides because they’re a terrible company run by rat bastards, so if you care about archiving those old guides for a smoother experience on the earliest generation of games, i’ve linked prograc’s archive of just about every single one you can think of. make sure to download the whole 7z file (its ~2GB), as this is undoubtedly the most accurate and useful tool for anybody wanting to experience video game history.
No, we lived in the blessed timeline, because the creator of a harmless webcomic character that got turned into a meme sued the shit out of neo-nazis for appropriating his art and using it to recruit kids to their fucked up ideology.
“Not intentionally. Ghosts are just drawn to me. I’m a ghost sponge. A ghost magnet. When I’m hired to check out a haunted house, I walk in and take all the ghosts with me when I leave. And if it turns out there’s a demon the ghosts eat ‘em. It’s a very efficient system.”
“…Say that last part again.”
“The ghosts eat the demons. Like a pack of hyenas taking down a wildebeest. I’ve seen the ghost of a 90-year-old Ukrainian babushka tear apart a demon with her teeth.”
“Wouldn’t that be the other way around? I thought demons would be more powerful than ghosts.”
“One ghost, sure. But they’re never prepared to take on fifty ghosts at once. Especially if I bring Olga.”
i think you’re lowballing the furry art amount tbh
I’m sorry for the inaccuracies, Doctor Yiff
no matter how I respond to this I don’t look good, well played. i walked right into that
Well, furry artists are typically more competent and courteous than your average doctor, so I can see that.
Did you just legitimately tell me that a person who draws wolf ass is more competent than a dude who spent 8+ years in a university to give you your lung transplant?
doctors are bullshit and furry artists perform an infinitely more valuable service to society compared to them
You will die in 7 days
It took doctor’s like 10 years to diagnose what was wrong with me, some insisting I was faking for attention while a furry artist I knew just went “that sounds like crohn’s” after hearing me complain once and ended up being right
Also I can’t go to a doctor and ask them to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall with tits to match, now can I
[ID: A tweet by David Veevers (@DavidVeevers1) that reads: “Being forced through American-supported starvation to eat an American-dropped food parcel & then being sniped at with American supplied bullets and blown up with an American made bomb. Then an American journalist reports your death by saying Israel has a right to defend itself.” Posted at 2:08 PM on 2024-03-02. End ID]
eye-opening tumblr post for me included the words “people are meant to be burdens” as in humans rely on and support one another and it’s not a bother it’s our purpose; to love and be loved in return. so if you ever think you’re being annoying just remember we were made to love and it’s going to be okay
