stunningpicture
idreaminwords
That is the opening of a portal to another dimension and you cannot tell me otherwise
bepsiboy
really cos um. im pretty sure thats a lightning guy riding a lightning horse???
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
Hey. Hey. Tumblr. Ides of March ppl. We can do this
Hell yeah moon holiday
My lover and I sit outside finishing a joint as the rain starts to get a bit heavier. We share a passionate kiss. Looking up from the kiss he says to me, "I'm going to go look for frogs".
folks you need to understand that the eradication of trained artists and designers is a much, much, much bigger threat to arts and culture than IP laws.
why do you think is it that every movie poster the same collage of a bunch of faces? why does every website made after 2015 look the same and rendered unusable by the same ugly pop ups? why does it keep getting harder to differentiate the apps on your phone? Why can't the back of the book just fucking tell you what the book is about?
look I'm a graphic designer. when I started studying design I had clear career goals. I spent like, thousands of hours on studying effective visual communication, psychology, history, grid systems, color theory, typography, print and digital design techniques, accessibility like whatever I believed would make me better at design I poured myself into it.
and within the span of like. five years maybe. 90% of design work disappeared. By the time I graduated there were basically no graphic designers. After 2012 Every company decided that design itself is trivial and true designers should know how to code. And manage social media. And do video editing. And copywrite. and this. and that. and. and. and. and as previous generations of visual designers and illustrators retired, the people who had the luxury of putting all their time into developing specific set of skills, they were replaced with tech grifters and designers who were forced to learn a dozen different skills and were at best mediocre at everything.
my job is not threatened by AI automation because it has already been ruined by automation through canva and bootstrap. and no one even tried to put a stop to it because good design is hard to understand and easy to imitate. so people started to imitate the visuals of previous good design and thought that was all there is to design. and after 10 years of copies of copies of copies we're all asking each other: "why does everything look the same"
now illustrators fear the same will happen to their field. and some of them want stricter copyright laws rights, because there is nothing else that can protect their work. "theft" is the only legal protection they have. and yeah, IP laws suck. but it's better for them to defend their labor using shoddy laws than not at all. and if you allow unimaginative grifters to displace artists from the few creative fields where they still work you won't even have a reason to worry about IP laws.
Petition to the Government of Canada to grant asylum to transgender and non-binary people from any country that has laws hostile to them, including countries historically considered “safe” such as the UK and the USA.
You must be Canadian to sign, but please share
actually important addition, remember to check your email to confirm you signed it. If you hit sign and close the tab you did not actually sign the petition.
This is no small potatoes change.org petition. I know people online like to go ‘dhurr hurr petitions never work’ but this is the house of commons of canada. any petition that reaches 100,000 signatures must be read in parliament and addressed.
We’re already at almost 19000/100,000 and we have until the end of May. We can do this.
Okay but if this passes. Will they still be allowed to refuse disabled trans people? Because they refuse disabled immigrants and that’s a really important detail
Gerry posting (I’m going to see the cure today!)
(ID under the cut)
WHY ARE HYOY SO SMALL
STOP STOP HES ALREADY DESD
they cant stop grilling my boy. manlet simulator
the saga continues
umm compilation
when you set out on the path of revenge, dig two graves. you never know when the other guy might’ve cloned himself
i feel like ur speaking from experience
couchie2
weird coincidence, i also feel like ur speaking from experience
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It’s PRIDE MONTH and wanting to start with this little remembrance from queer people in the past.
From the book: Baby, You Are My Religion by Marie Cartier
[IDs, in order:
two tweets reading:
if you ever need to cry on cue, what works for me is thinking about the fact a queer person once would call every gay bar they had a number to just to hear the sound of other queers laughing somewhere, just listen, say nothing. as to not be alone. every week. for fourteen years.
i remember reading that interview like, six years ago, and FEELING this knowledge integrate itself into my cellular makeup. i can never unknow this window to someone’s loneliness and need. and now you have it too. godspeed
text reading:
INFORMANT: Well, I had insomnia. I used to phone up all the gay bars, just to hear them answer the phone … Just to hear the noise, oh yes.
INTERVIEWER: So you would call and just be on the phone?
INFORMANT: No, I would just hear the noise and the laughter in the background. I just wanted to be there.
INTERVIEWER: … it helped you just to know it was out there?
(Pause)
INTERVIEWER: .. that’s a really special story.
INFORMANT: Yeah, oh God.
text from an article, reading:
PREFACE: MYRNA’S STORY
I would stay on the phone … that was my lifeline.
“I came out as gay in 1945-the year that the war ended” Myrna Kurland told me from her home high in the Hollywood Hills of California. “I was dating a softball player that I met at the gay bar. I met her at Mona’s or else it was the Paper Pony. My first night in a gay bar was—freedom. I had a gay male friend and he took me there.”
Myrna was in the gay bars for eight years. She showed me her “treasure from the 40s"—a gold softball on a necklace chain from her first lover—inscribed with the initials from the professional softball league to which women belonged while the men were in the war. “We went to the bar all the time. My entire social life was there—there was no other place.” However, that night she first went to the bar-something else happened. Her father died that night. And she blamed herself, even though she knew that was irrational. She couldn’t get over it. Also she told me that, “I’m Jewish and we lost so many people in the Holocaust. I felt it was my duty to have children.
There was no other way to have children in the 1950s without getting married to a man. I married someone I disliked that’s what I felt I deserved because I was gay and I felt so guilty” She married a psychiatrist—someone to whom she would never be able to tell her secret. Her husband’s practice was very involved in actively trying to change the sexuality/sexual deviancy of his clients as would be almost any psychiatrist’s practice at the time. If her sexual past and preference had been known to him in all likelihood she would have lost her children.
This brief story came as I was packing up my things, and although we had been speaking for about three hours, this was in response to my final question, “Is there any last thing you want to say about what the bars meant to you?” I meant when she actually went to the bars in the 1940s—not knowing there was another story. She told me a story about when she did not actually go to the bars, but when she made sure the bars were still there—when she was married.
INFORMANT: Well, I had insomnia. I used to phone up all the gay bars, just to hear them answer the phone … Just to hear the noise, oh yes.
INTERVIEWER: So you would call and just be on the phone?
INFORMANT: No, I would just hear the noise and the laughter in the background. I just wanted to be there.
INTERVIEWER: … it helped you just to know it was out there?
(Pause)
INTERVIEWER: … that’s a really special story.
INFORMANT: Yeah, oh God.
MYRNA’S STORY … CONTINUED
Myrna was married from 1953 to 1968 when she separated, and then divorced her husband in 1970 when no-fault divorce law passed in California. She had terrible insomnia throughout her marriage. “I would get up at one or two a.m. and I would call every gay bar I had the number to from the 1940s. I wouldn’t say anything. I would just stay on the phone and listen to the sounds in the background. I would stay on until they hung up, and then I would call another one of my numbers, until I had called all the numbers I had. ‘That was my lifeline.”
What did it mean to call those bars and to hear the sounds in the background? “That phone. Those numbers. That was my lifeline.” she whispered, and put both hands by her heart. “It meant there was a place somewhere—even if I couldn’t go there—that place was out there. I could hear it. Freedom.” She called the bars two to three times a week like this—for fourteen years.
/end ID]
Oil Paintings by Kristoffer Zetterstrand (2003)
Fun fact! You may recognize some of Kristoffer's other works :)
Also a lot of his very early works were paintings of Counterstrike maps!
credit to @catgirl-kaiju, who was commenting on this piece:
Hand study gao hang 5x6 feet Acrylic on raw canvas 2023
yall forgot to mention that his paintings are apart of Minecraft too, most of the in game paintings you see are his:
homosozialismus
why the fuck does kimberly get less coffee
get rid of jeffrey and keep his mug
satanicdemona
This is the perfect visual metaphor for heterosexuality.
dont gays have a power bottom thing? not everything is an attack against women. its supposed to be the moon and the sun. a super old ancient metaphor for men and women since forever. is it an equal metaphor? no i suppose not, since without the sun the moon doesnt shine. its old fashioned which doesnt agree with modern notions of equality necessarily but its a sweet old fashioned thought. the sun shines for the moon and makes its beauty known to the whole world. the sun doesnt hide the moon or demand anything from the moon, it just glorifies everything about it.which is how a man should be in a relationship: a sun to brighten the moon.
dont gays have a powerbottom thing?
cardozzza
I can’t believe this post only has 108k notes when he is probably the most referenced straight nonsense yet
I had legit forgotten the origins of ‘don’t gays have a powerbottom thing?’ This is like living history
Source: initiallyyoutoo.com
