nameless bodies in unremembered rooms

starting a collection of people who obliterate their food in impossible ways.

In case you're still reflexively on the fence when I proclaim that the conversation about AI has progressed to a truly batshit level of reactionary mythology, people on twitter are currently calling out the animators for Spiderverse for using a digital interpolator to assist with lining, because a documentary used the term "machine learning" to describe it.

Apparently using digital tools is taking work away from real artists. I am excited for 6 months time when the discourse has evolved into "all movies should be hand-inked on the inside of Palaeolithic caves to escape the corrupting labour-stealing influence of the pencil".

(Yes this is currently a minority opinion in this instance, largely because people just really like Spiderverse. But the fact that these arguments are being seriously made shows how far off the deep end this conversation has gone. These types of arguments for blanket technology bans already made little to no sense due to the double standard applied, and this demonstrates that by removing the double standard and taking them closer to their logical conclusion - all labour saving tools are bad, especially if they involve a spooky computer algorithm).

y'all ever think about how the paint bucket tool on MS paint is stealing jobs because someone could have been filling in those pixels by hand

#What three hours of sun does to a nation

iceland’s two seasons: hibernation and mania

what if i made a post. gonna do it. im gonna make a post.

see look ^ i made post. on tumbly.com

It's strange to see anyone surprised by Universal using a tactic as cruel as denying even shade to picket line members, in the heat-based hellscape that is Los Angeles. So let's try to condense the explanation.

By and large, executives are people who already come from wealth and privilege, and have that wealth and privilege protected throughout their life as they're escorted through whatever levels of education and then into employment.

Most of them have never received any kind of culture shock to make them aware of the struggles of 'lessers'. Their parents and peers had a vested interest in keeping the then-children from mixing with 'those people'.

They are insulated enough from daily life that they no longer see anyone outside their immediate wealth and influence bracket as human.

So a strike, to them, is not "people who want enough money to live and work in health", it's "The machine that makes us money is broken, get those workers back into their jobs so we can keep making money."

So the executives treat the strike like they would a broken machine or a disobedient pet. Hit it until it works, and replace it if it breaks.

And don't doubt for one minute that this wasn't at the advice of a Pinkerton or similar union-busting agency consultant. This is more than just petty; this is tactical cruely.

Kissing you on the forehead

With teeth

From behind

be honest. If I was a stuffie in a claw machine, would you try to win me??

sitting in the bottom of the stuffie pile watching my cringe fail girlfriend sobbing putting another bill in after she dropped me for the third time

3rd base is when they see you having a panic attack

Reading reviews for havdalah candles written by unsuspecting Christian housewives who bought them to use for dinner candles is my new passion. I’ll be laughing for an eternity.

Imagine letting a candle burn that looks like this once lit:

For an hour.

Dude, get the wine!

Different havdalah candle, same guy.

Pls…

For my goyische followers: Havdalah is a service to mark the end of shabbat and the beginning of the week. The flame is big so that everyone at the service can see it. You also only have it lit for a few minutes before extinguishing it (traditionally in wine). They are not table candles. My guess is that these people bought them because they’re pretty and braided without knowing or caring what they’re used for.

For my Jewish followers: the goyim are at it again.

It needs to be multiple wicks, and I think a tall flame is just what happens in that situation

looking to hire a chivalrous young knight to assist with noble duties. responsibilities include loyalty till death and reaping what i have sowed. poor critical thinking essential.

if we wanna save tumblr we just have to put on the biggest talent show this town’s ever seen

I like to say ____ jumpscare whenever I see something that I recognize

*walks into bookstore, sees Hall & Oates cd, is not jumped or scared whatsoever* omg Hall & Oates jumpscare

stop saying "gen z brought back bush-era purity politics" i grew up in the bush era and even then people weren't saying that you're a sex addict for having boring marital sexual congress in the same house as your children. this is just plain unhinged

Literally almost every millennial I know has a memory of accidentally walking in on their parents or hearing their parents having sex. It's fucking normal. Human beings have sex. Your parents fuck. Get over it. Being weird about it isn't healthy.

I really loved Robert Evans’s response to this

I walked in on my parents fucking once, I quietly closed the door got some water and watched cartoon network till I fell back asleep. Yall are pussies.

My parents used to “take naps” every Sunday after church, from the time I was very small, onward.

When I was younger their bedroom was on the ground floor of the house and me and my sister slept upstairs. But when I was about 9 we moved to a house where all the bedrooms were on the second floor. It was one of those Reagan-era colonials that filled the Midwest like so much mulch in a playground.

So as it happened, their bedroom was directly above the kitchen. I mean their bed, had it fallen through the floor for whatever reason, would have landed more-or-less perfectly in the space between the counters and the fridge.

And so every Sunday we’d come home and id hang out in the family room (behind the garage, across the house from the kitchen) and my sister would go to her bedroom and my parents would “take a nap”.

And that was how it was for a couple of years. Around the time I was 12 or 13 I started getting more of an actual understanding of how sex worked, mechanically speaking, vs the sort of broad-strokes version that preteen me got from my fairly liberal parents. Anyway, one day I’m making myself some pasta in the kitchen, and I hear this rhythmic squeaking from above me.

See, my parents had this really, really rickety and fragile ikea-style bed that they’d had for years and years. And I’d heard these noises for literal years. But suddenly it clicked what was happening. And so many giggles were had by me.

A couple of months after that I was talking to my mom in her room, I’m sitting on the bed and she’s standing around doing something it other. Maybe putting away laundry. And I’m just kinda sitting there, rocking back and forth, stimming.

And mom goes “oh don’t do that, the bed squeaks a lot” and I just look at her and without missing a beat go “oh yeah, I know.”

Anyway that’s the story of how I mortified my mother into buying a new bed.

also, I would argue that treating sex like some disgusting morally disgusting thing is MORE LIKELY to make it traumatizing!

children are capable of understanding at least the basic gist of sex and reproduction, and are able to understand that it's something adults do alone together sometimes. turning it into this fucked up disgusting hidden act that only addicts and sex offenders do is just how you makes people repressed and traumatized, and prevent them from understanding what a healthy relationship with sex and sexuality looks like.

Yup. The reason people are traumatised by this is the societal conditioning that sex is “dirty” or “disgusting”.

I walked in on my parents having sex as a kid. Do you know what happened? I was a clueless child and didn’t realise for some years. I pushed thoughtlessly past the thing they had put in front of the door and thought it was weird that they gave me some obviously bullshit excuse why it had been there, but I picked up on the “we’re busy” vibe and wandered back to my own bedroom to play with my toy horses.

And I hope they got back to it, because they had two hyper AuDHD kids who slept terribly and didn’t get a lot of “them” time.

When it finally occurred to me, *years* later, what had happened, I burst out laughing. But warm and sympathetic laughter. I don’t think it’s hilarious, disgusting or traumatising that my parents had sex and probably still do. They’re people. Honestly, thinking about it now brings up warm and sympathetic memories of my OH and I having our sexytimes interrupted by our anxious pup and having to stroke her to reassure her the noises were not distress noises as we finished off.

Sex is a normal human thing most humans do. Not everyone - ace-spectrum folks who don’t enjoy sex, or who are sex-repulsed, are *also* normal. It’s normal the way queerness is normal, and the way disability is normal - essential, if not universal, parts of the human experience.

Pretty much all of my ancestors were working class people living in very crowded living conditions. They had a lot of kids so they clearly had a lot of sex. They managed that with as much privacy and dignity as they could in very inadequate housing. Because they were people. Doing human things.

Honestly, I’d explain sex to your kids while they are young. They probably won’t be super-interested. Children generally aren’t. I think people build it up in their mind as something that’s going to be Important and Excruciating, and it mostly won’t be. Let them ask questions and answer them honestly, or explain it when it comes up naturally in daily life.

If you have animals, or your kids are interested in animals, that might be quite early, and that’s fine. Humans are animals with our quirks of mating behaviour like every other species, and it’s really good for kids to get that perspective too for all kinds of reasons. We are not that special, and neither are our sex lives.

how do you even conceptualize reading 52 books in a year. wrong with you. a book is a friend and youre killing it by reading it that fast

you got to read books slow as fuck like youre making out with them & moaning & shit and the book is like a girl or somehting. what was i talking about

some advice for beginner artists who don’t wanna use those premade color palettes, also don’t forget that the base hue itself can be many variations of red/orange! 

Piers Morgan doesn't understand that actors are different from the characters they portray onscreen

Reblog if you'd love to see Daniel Craig in an Austin Powers tribute act

how do i explain how much i miss blaseball. how do i explain the weird wonderful thing that it was and now never will be again. oh god

nighty night fuck you :] love you <3