I don’t know how many of my followers are furries but we just lost one of ours.
He died because the medical industry in the US refused to help. He was murdered in a million little ways, with a million automated systems.
He was on bluesky no more than five hours ago, now he’s gone.
Dragoneer ran FurAffinity, which is more or less the furry art site. It looks like its’ from the early aughts, has no native pdf support, and has zero discoverability or algorithmic function. It’s home to me, it’s always been home.
No matter how often I moved or how often my life radically changed, there was FA. I met my husband on the forums. Through the majority of its’ life, Dragoneer kept it running. He never sold us out, never tried to keep up with trends. It’s a community.
And there is something bitter about losing someone who was key to keeping one of the relics of the internet before corporations took over.
A master to his action-hero trainee says, “Your movements are sloppy. You lack awareness of your body when you fight. Your hands move and yet you do not hold them in your mind’s eye. Come. We will remedy this.”
And then the master paints his trainee’s fingernails and orders the trainee to complete a series of complicated tasks without smudging the nail polish.
Trainee grumbles that this is stupid when the first set of tasks is just cleaning the dojo. Within two minutes he reaches for the dustpan and knocks the edge of his pinky nail against it in a way he’s never noticed before. He’s staring at the baby blue smudge and suddenly he understands things differently.
There’s a montage of days passing as he fetches water, chops wood, hoes crops, washes clothes. His nails are a different color during each cut. He’s sprinting up the mountain with a fresh wet pedicure and the master is nodding in approval. The master’s nails are flawless tech art.
He’s reached his final assessment and it’s a sparing match against his master. The air smells of acetone. His and the master’s nails are all freshly painted. He must land a blow on the master with his mani and pedi fully intact.
Suns and moons pass. Streak in the ring finger. Smudge on the pinky. A full-handed block at the cost of three nails of paint. A hit on his master, and he hoots in delight until the master points out the unguarded toe whose polish is now streaked across the master’s robe.
Days pass in frustration and exhaustion. By day 40, he has every digit of his acutely in his mind’s eye. He senses the master’s attack, ducks, dodges, all fingers all toes all himself, aware, and he strikes with his wooden sword.
It connects with the master. The master pauses. The trainee raises his left hand into view–5 digits of flawless sunflower yellow. His left foot. His right foot. And finally his right hand, raised in triumph.
The master smiles. “You have passed. I have just one more technique to teach you.”
The technique is how to draw little flowers into the nail art. So really this one is optional.
This would be kickass and now I wanna see it
Also this is why you need artists writing movies and not dumb ass ai. Give ai to design engineers. Leave the artists alone. They’ll both give you gold
construction workers were a superstitious organization who thought orange objects could ward off vehicles, or even control people.
Legend has it their most important ritual was destroying a section of a road then smoking cigarettes around it for hours on end. Experts say this was to bless the area
absolutely losing my mind that a bunch of nimby assholes spent $500k to build a sandcastle that was promptly wiped away
ted i really could not disagree more this is far from catastrophic. i am ensconced.
literally selling sand to people who live on the beach. some people’s hustle and grift game cannot be overstated. world class shit right here
i love tumblr but i hate that we have been conditioned to think you can’t add some of the most insightful shit you’ve ever seen to absolute shitposts. please by all means reblog my posts with this kind of context because it’s so important. excellent points here.
I love calling them nimbys omg. Watch them be like “bUt ThAt’S a SluUuUuR”
tea drinkers: unlike you filthy disgusting creatures i only drink green chamomile peppermint raspberry lemon tea, which makes all my insides glow 10 times brighter and improve. i can feel my body get healthier by every drink i take of my delicious hot mug of TEA. youre absolutely disgusting and a waste of human potential
coffee drinker: hhhnng lov those beans
someone tagged this as #tw drama
coffee drinkers: i am unimaginably powerful. i can see through time. i haven’t slept in four days but who needs sleep when you are on a higher plane of existence. the beans are in my soul, they are in my heart. i AM the beans. soon i will vibrate at the harmonic resonance of the universe and transcend.
tea drinker: hhhhhhhhhhhot leaf juice
soda drinkers: death is coming. death is coming. pass me a hotdog.
energy drink drinkers: (just the fucking kill bill sirens played on repeat for eternity)
the caffeine fandom is fucking wild
Humans be like I’ll take a little poison. As a treat.
“I’ve had a horrible day and I blame it on not taking my poison ration”
tea drinkers: unlike you filthy disgusting creatures i only drink green chamomile peppermint raspberry lemon tea, which makes all my insides glow 10 times brighter and improve. i can feel my body get healthier by every drink i take of my delicious hot mug of TEA. youre absolutely disgusting and a waste of human potential
coffee drinker: hhhnng lov those beans
someone tagged this as #tw drama
coffee drinkers: i am unimaginably powerful. i can see through time. i haven’t slept in four days but who needs sleep when you are on a higher plane of existence. the beans are in my soul, they are in my heart. i AM the beans. soon i will vibrate at the harmonic resonance of the universe and transcend.
tea drinker: hhhhhhhhhhhot leaf juice
soda drinkers: death is coming. death is coming. pass me a hotdog.
energy drink drinkers: (just the fucking kill bill sirens played on repeat for eternity)
the caffeine fandom is fucking wild
Humans be like I’ll take a little poison. As a treat.
“I’ve had a horrible day and I blame it on not taking my poison ration”
Oh.. this is unfortunately me. I was held at ransom (not really) by a friend who wanted to introduce me to every single character of one such game, with a little background tale about their personality and his personal opinion of them.
There. Were. So. Many.
At first it was interesting and I was like “oooooo cool can you show me what they look like in the game and stuff?”
And he was like “NO!” And then went on to tell me all of the rest of the characters
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…….. I…I still don’t know what the game looks like when you’re playing it
MAN I LOVE ARCHER FISH!!!!!!!! this is actually a learned behaviour and they can improve their skills via observation of older/more experienced fish. they can also adjust for light refraction in water AND they shoot ahead of flying insects so that the water jet catches them mid-flight, as well as adjusting the strength of their water jet for different kinds of prey. these fish are so intelligent and so ballsy
Listen if I was a powerful Djinn or ghost of Christmas Past type entity I think Mr. Beast would be the ripest pickings for symbolism-rich moralistic magical torture.
These things are made of garbage and glue and they want to charge this much for them??? Seriously considering just buying some real wood and making it myself. We tolerate this chipboard crap BECAUSE IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE INCREDIBLY AFFORDABLE.
My cousins recently bought an extending table from a hardwood place, only to find out that the extension bit in the middle was not hardwood but actually some cheap material blend (I can’t remember what unfortunately).
When they complained they were told that it had to be this other material because you just can’t make that kind of table out of hardwood.
In my house right now there is a table from the late 19th century that folds out the same way as my cousins table and it is made from hardwoodwe have the technologyfor goodness sake’s.
the quality decline of the everything needs to die, I need to kill it with my fists.
While I also mourn the decline in quality and specifically sturdiness of objects over time (damn plastic), it’s not always true that because something existed in the past, it means we know how to make it now. Techniques get lost if no one writes them down/craftspeople don’t pass them on. Two very old examples are Roman concrete (which i still don’t think we have totally solved) and a blue ink used in manuscripts called folium (only very recently rediscovered how to make it), but I’m sure there are more recent ones as well.
I’m dead certain that we have not lost the art of cutting hardwood planks
I also figure that with something like a folding table that we still have existing examples of in functional use today it’d be easier to reverse-engineer how it works than, say, old dried ink we don’t have a recipe for getting the color of. If it really was a case of having lost the technique.
What I expect they mean is not “it’s impossible to make that out of hardwood” and more “but if we don’t give it a part of the table that will break relatively quickly we won’t have customers buying them from us continually!”
(Unless the issue is getting lumber from trees big enough because IIRC for some things that is a legit problem due to a lack of mature trees from so much logging and how long it takes trees to grow to the size needed. But I don’t think in the example of a table meant for a normal residence that you’re gonna run into that.)
Absolutely not an expert but I do think this is a problem of access to the correct sort of wood. I understand that professional craftsmen probably do not shop exclusively a the Home Depot, but that being said, a lot of the lumber you can find for purchase at hardware stores nowadays either warps easily or is already warped when you buy it. It is a lot easier for manufacturers to make a flat, light piece of chipboard than it is for them to try to source large, straight planks of hardwood. Old Growth Forests just… aren’t so much of a thing anymore.
My town’s main industry is pine production, in a world that makes sense our cheap furniture would be made of low-to-medium quality pine planks. Pine isn’t the ideal furniture wood but it’s miles more suitable for it than chipboard. But they export that and sell us glued together sawdust and charge more for it than they should be charging for nice hardwood. $300 is what that cabinet should cost if it were made from good furniture wood.
really wish i’d figured this out sooner but refusing to capitulate to someone who you know from repeat experience is determined not to respect you whether they understand you or not really is one of the greatest experiences in the world because there is Nothing they can do about it that matters if you refuse to play along and trying to comprehend that is physically painful for them. you get to watch the light go out of their eyes in real time as the cracks begin to form in the tinted glass through which they see the world. power word kill your ego.
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i understand now that this image wasn’t an exaggeration for comedic effect but a 1:1 dramatic recreation of a real life event
Help me help my former coworker cover the last of her medical expenses and leave the greedy hospital for good!
The last post lost traction 4 days ago, and I had to dip into my savings AND take out loans instead to help C pay to get discharged. Only for the hospital to keep surprising us with even MORE hidden charges! 😡😭
C’s region’s local government does NOT offer aid for these types of situations, and she is currently estranged from her family.
If you don’t believe me, here’s the full story in parts:
⏫ Translation in alt text, just tap on “ALT” on the lower left corner of the images to read.
She needs to pay $152 (₱8,800) within the deadline the hospital gave her, which is 3-5 days from yesterday (August 7 our timezone), so the latest due date is August 12 our timezone. That would be August 11 in most places across the world.
I also want to be able to help C get back on her feet after she’s finally freed from the hospital, so she’ll need help covering food, lodging, and other misc expenses. I believe $50 (₱2,900) will cover that for a while.
Please, we are getting desperate. Neither of us have the means to cover this at the moment, and we’d appreciate if you can reblog this post if you see it.
She doesn’t have a P*yp*l account, so I use my account from my more active days as an artist and act as her proxy.
Everything here will be sent to her ASAP.
Please do not tag this as d*nations or the like.
Please share this post when you see it!
Update as of 08/09/2024, 7:27 AM
Thank you to the person who sent $19!
C told me yesterday that she’s been skipping meals when she’s not allowed to, since she can’t afford food as well.
Update as of 08/09/2024, 7:37 AM
C keeps texting me three times a day hoping for any movement, and I’m tied up with work. I barely have any savings myself, and I feel guilty telling her that the fundraiser barely moves.
She’s currently short of $48 (₱2,800) and it would be great if someone could cover that within the next 12 hours so she can finally leave the hospital
i genuinely hate how people have to sit and write a post that stands out while boosting a fundraiser because most people won’t bat an eye at the misery and inhumane conditions Palestinians are living in.
i see people making art and telling others to use it because fundraisers with art are generally reblogged more often. i see people using colored text in order to make the post more eye catching.
palestinians on instagram are using popular audios and stitch trending reels at the beginning to make the world pay attention to them. imagine having to make something look entertaining in order to survive.
they are living under constant threat of israeli airstrikes, bombing, scarcity of food and disease. many have lost a lot in the past few months.
palestinians on tumblr are posting their pictures and the horrible conditions in which they are living. they travel long distances for internet connection only to be called a scammer by some privileged ass who cannot locate gaza on a map.
here are some verified gfms. please share the linked posts. it’s the bare minimum we can do from the comforts of our home.
not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]
I’m remembering that they say the moon is so big because a rogue planet crashed into proto-Earth and broke off a chunk, which clumped together and started orbiting the rest.
I’m remembering the concept of soulmates, who used to be one soul, but were torn apart by heavenly forces.
at the start of every month everyone reblogs some insane poetry that’s like “august has arrived and again I swallow my bones in the burning sun” and every time I’m like damn that makes no sense. but kind of true.
Kinda fucked up that we all coo and sympathize with “former gifted kids” but never talk about the students who had to stay late after school or over the summer for remedial classes/clubs, who struggled to get above a C, who were given up on or punished. Who tried so hard to understand or just couldn’t. Who were grouped with the “stupid kids” (a classmate called us that in remedial math btw)
Autistic kids and adhders who can’t relate to their gifted peers and are constantly alienated by them. Kids who struggled in school due to dealing with a chronic or mental illness or physical/learning/developmental disability. Those of us who have had to drop out of highschool or college. Kids who worked so hard and wanted to be seen as smart, but never were. Who watched as their peers seem to fly by them in school, while they were left behind. Who were bullied and put down by those in the gifted and honors classes. Whose confidence was absolutely destroyed by education.
I love you all and I’m so sorry the school system failed you. I’m sorry you weren’t properly accommodated and given the education you deserved. I’m sorry people put you down for something that they never had to fight for.
that alone would constitute only a Z module and cows by their nature aren’t rational so there’s no way to construct a vector space out of them
Z-module cows can have little a vector space. As a treat
yeah you need to associate the cows with a field for them to be a vector space. luckily this is easy, as cows are already associated with fields. just look at em. they’re always out in fields.
you join a discord video call at the request of your long time mutual and instead of the 23 year old art history student you thought you’d been friends with you are greeted by two dozen middle aged business men huddled around a conference table intently staring at you
“Did you like our text post about the flock of gay seagulls?” one of them shouts, “We thought it was going to do numbers.”
I need to say something and I need y'all to be calm
if it isn’t actively bad or harmful, no representation should be called “too simple” or “too surface level”
I have a whole argument for this about the barbie movie but today I wanna talk about a show called “the babysitters club” on Netflix
(obligatory disclaimer that I watched only two episodes of this show so if it’s super problematic I’m sorry) (yes. I know it’s based on a book, this is about the show)
this is a silly 8+ show that my 9 year old sister is watching and it manages to tackle so many complex topics in such an easy way. basic premise is these 13 year old girls have a babysitting agency.
in one episode, a girl babysits this transfem kid. the approach is super simple, with the kid saying stuff like “oh no, those are my old boy clothes, these are my girl clothes”. they have to go to the doctor and everyone is calling the kid by her dead name and using he/him and this 13 year old snaps at like a group of doctors and they all listen to her. it’s pure fantasy and any person versed in trans theory would point out a bunch of mistakes.
but after watching this episode, my little sister started switching to my name instead of my dead name and intercalating he/him pronouns when talking about me.
one of the 13 years old is a diabetic and sometimes her whole personality is taken over by that. but she has this episode where she pushes herself to her limit and passes out and talks about being in a coma for a while because of not recognizing the limits of her disability.
and this allowed my 9 year old sister to understand me better when I say “I really want to play with you but right now my body physically can’t do that” (I’m disabled). she has even asked me why I’m pushing myself, why I’m not using my crutches when I complain about pain.
my mom is 50 years old and watching this show with my sister. she said the episode about the diabetic girl helped her understand me and my disability better. she grew up disabled as well, but she was taught to shut up and power through.
yes, silly simple representation can annoy you if you’ve read thousands of pages about queer liberation or disability radical thought, but sometimes things are not for you.
Wulver: a werewolf in Shetland, that is said to have had the body of a man with a wolf’s head. It was reported to have left fish on the windowsills of poor families.
That is the nicest Werewolf legend I’ve ever heard of.
Now I wish I could draw because I’d love to draw this.
i tried
shetland, where mermaids are evil and werewolves fight poverty
What if water didn’t have surface tension and whenever you spilled some, the whole floor of your entire apartment was covered in a 2 micrometer deep puddle
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