i'm sorry that none of your cats are as cute as she is. one of them had to be the cutest.
ALRIGHT FOLKS
@thebibliosphere it's pretty close, gotta get your legions in here
Not me using my sideblog so I can vote for both.
Vampires are currently in the lead, but with your help me can bring the werewolves up to an even 50/50.
Because why choose when you can have both :p
We fuckin need @were--ralph to rally this situation
Cas: i love you 🥺
Dean for the past few days on tumblr dot com:
things currently in my refrigerator:
- pineapple juice
- ginger lemon juice i never opened
- two tortillas
- half a loaf of wheat bread
- two pieces of american cheese
- three kinds of coffee creamer
- a 2l of pepsi that i bought with a pizza order, a 2l of diet coke that i bought to try to stop drinking normal cola and a 12 pack of expensive prebiotic cola that i hope tastes better than diet coke because no i will not it tastes like disordered eating and sadness
- two beets
I feel lots of compassion and sympathy for the loved ones of the dipshits who went down to find the titanic despite every single factor that pointed to “please for the love of god do not deep dive into the ocean you are not trained or have the right equipment for this”. I also think it’s very funny that a billionaire and some bonehead rich guys probably got vortexed into the deep ocean at speeds and pressures unknown to humans on their poorly researched and executed vanity project. two things can be true.
now that we know these guys are the deadest people to ever die, and we also know the 19 year old didn’t want to go and did it as a way to please his father for Father’s Day, I especially stand by my statement. dead rich guys don’t bother me but them bringing a young man who didn’t have any desire but to make his dad happy does.
my mental health is directly reflected by how elaborate my sims 4 plotline is and, baby, i am four generations in
Anybody else got that Evergiven sized writers block
“Where’s the next chapter?!” Well buddy you’re never gonna guess
What’s the comic sans trick?
wingdings' true purpose as a font
I've found personally that it doesn't even have to be comic sans—just changing the typeface, period, tends to at least pop my brain out of the rut somewhat! I tend to cycle through Garamond, Cochin, Cambria, and occasionally Georgia.
i got overwhelmed over some stuff and started crying and bunny hopped up onto the arm of the couch next to me and licked my face. comfort? weirdness? who's to say.
daredevil/crazy ex-girlfriend crossover that someone else should write
Foggy and Rebecca go to Harvard Law together and end up working at L&Z with Marci; Foggy picks back up his friendship with Matt, his roommate from undergrad who’s started up his own firm.
Rebecca gets saved from a mugging by Daredevil and gets…Rebecca about it. And if anybody can figure out who Daredevil is, it’s gonna be her.
“No, no, you don’t understand—I looked into his eyes and—”
“Doesn’t the mask cover his eyes?”
“Metaphorically,” Rebecca says, waving her hands at him. “I looked in his eyes metaphorically and I felt—I felt—”
“…something?” Foggy offers, and Rebecca goes still for a long moment before she smiles and laughs. Foggy’s never actually heard her genuinely laugh before. It’s…nice.
“Yeah,” she says, softly. “I felt something.”
this fic that is almost entirely unwritten lives in my soul and is the only fic where i feel like i have to be the one to write it. i will not rest. it's my destiny.
i have started crying while trying to build the little enclosure for bunny's litterbox two days In a row and it is still not built. it is like less than 10 pieces of wood.
it is not impacting her either way.
they were playing running up the hill yesterday at the bar and I realized that when kate bush says she is "running up that building" she is probably using the stairs. and not running up the side of the building. like naruto
attempting to build an enclosure for her litter box and bunny is not helping exactly
Shoutout to Edible Arrangements for sending a “Happy Father’s Day” cheesecake box to @reallyndacarter when that is NOT what I ordered! She is clearly Mother!
Today I am Daddy
i mumble screamed, "YOU HAVE TO EAT BEFORE YOU GO TO WORK OR YOU'LL DIE," into my pillow and then bunny sat on my head and that's it, that's my whole morning, i'm gonna go make pasta maybe
The most horrifying aspect of parents saying "my kid could do that" about art is that they never ever ever mean "wow my kid is good enough to be in a museum" and they always always always mean "I want to disrespect you so much I'll do it by implying that this thing is just as worthless as the things my child makes with their hands" and right in front of them too. Your kids can hear you u know, and the things they make with their hands are the least worthless and most precious aspects of human life I'll kill u
Listen my three year old child handed me a picture of a “weird bug” they had drawn this morning, and the explanation about the intention for it was as deep a journey into the universe as I could ask for. I instantly wanted to send it to everybody, not even to show it off, but just to explain things a bit. Look at this way of looking at the world, before one is taught differently; before one is shaped forcibly. Look at the purity and clarity of intention (something that my favourite artists and makers strive for, and which is what I am most attracted to: clarity of intention. The ability to communicate from brain to brain across the gulf of time, death, language, background, common ground. Knowing where you’re going! Knowing what you want to achieve - and doing it! The form does not matter!)
(Also, horrible things with legs. I’ll always give them attention too.)
(This was also a horrible thing with legs.)
So much of what we search for is here, all along. So much of what we chase after is already in this bug. The child scribbles it, hands it to the baby, who obediently folds it up and puts it in their mouth; the child answers a few questions, then runs off to get sticky; you are left holding the wonder, going: somewhere in here is something we are missing, something we’ve lost track of, and I could spend quite a lot of time trying to pin it down (anthropologically, psychologically, poetically, in a very special episode of a children’s cartoon, in a degree, as an instagram account)
What the hell else is art for, if not to send you on a little journey. If an artist can do that with a scribble then you should give them your attention. You should show other people, explain it a bit. Keep it forever as evidence of something - maybe a building, a collection that makes sense. You could call it a life or even a museum.
Show us the bug!!! Or describe it at least. I want to see it so bad.
- I love it! What is it?
- this is a weird silly bug. It’s weird!
- I love the smile.
- Yes, he’s very silly.
- I love the legs. So many!
- Yes; I drewed them like that.
- What does he do?
- He’s a present for the baby. He is a tummy bug (EDITOR’S NOTE: gastrovirus) and he loves sick (Ed: vomit) HAHAHAHAHA.
- Oh wow.
- HE LOVES TO EAT THE SICK! HAHAHA
- Oh wow. Did … did you know we use the word “bug” for two things - we can use it to mean a little animals, like a woodlouse, that lives outside? But also, when we say tummy bug, we mean a germ - the little tiny things we can’t see - they’re different. Which one is he?
- Oh this is a ninvisible bug.
- A germ?
(Image: a furry bug with lots of legs, wide staring eyes, and a slightly deranged grin from eye to eye.)
- He’s the BUG that makes you sick. That’s why he has so many legs. (Ed: here I thought this was possibly influenced by the educational book they have called “see inside germs,” depicting various microorganisms with flagella and mycelium and so on.) when it’s time to be sick, he uses his legs to tickle the back of your throat to make you be sick. And then he! eats! the! sick! HAHAHA
- (Ed: at this point I helplessly let go of my attempt to teach germ theory in the face of such superior theology) oh … wow.
- He lives inside you all the time but doesn’t tickle you all the time because it isn’t always time to be sick. He’s ninvisible. He’s not an outside bug. He’s the tummy bug. that’s why him make you be sick to come up to your throat and eat the sick. See, the baby loves that bug.
- does the baby… like germs?
- he is NOT a GERM!!
LATER
- what made you choose to draw a tummy bug, to give to the baby?
- The crying was annoying to me.
- Um…. I mean, why did you draw the bug?
- I choose a bug because they’re my favourite to draw to give to the baby to help them calm down. because the crying is annoying to me.
- What makes you choose to draw a bug?
- The baby loves bugs.
- How do you know that?
- The baby always calms down and stops crying when I’m give them my bugs.
- Oh, I see.
- I’m also best at drawing bugs.
- How are you so good?
- I’m just know.
LATER
- I see that you have cut the paper?
- Yes! I’m snipped him out carefully with the white (Ed: child-safe baby’s nail cutting) scissors.
- are you happy with it?
- Yes, I’m really pleased that I m draw him all by myself. He’s all wiggly biggly. I drewed him to be wiggly and biggly.
END
Some things that interested me: the way that the knowledge you put into them is synthesized and recreated: the very Greek-philosophy-of-medicine idea of the Tummy Bug as large soft benign prawn that triggers vomiting by tickling you. We are all fascinated by AI right now, the way it spits our own things back at us; here is a juvenile human intelligence, which does the same thing, but less predictably. The way the artist is already self-proclaiming their awareness of the audience: using the baby’s nail scissors, which are Allowed Blades, and stating in advance that they did so carefully, therefore dodging the expected reflexive criticism of “please don’t use scissors without me!” Or the tiresome parental “WHERE DID YOU GET SCISSORS?” The gentle reproach that the baby, fussing mildly for five minutes while I prepared breakfast, was so ANNOYING that the poor toddler had to create an art piece to meet this unmet need.
But also: a piece of work with thoughtfulness and attention given to medium, execution, and topic. Did it do its job? Yes. Did it communicate? Yes. Did it provoke reactions? Multiple ones. Was there intentionality? Yes. Was an emotion captured? Surely. Was the mark-making technically skilled and the result admirable? Of course. What about mastery? Mastery of some topics is clearly shown here. There was a clear trajectory from the artist’s brain to the audience’s, with evidence showing that the bridge was good.
And do you know that it is good? Yes, it is good. How do you know? I’m just do.
Often you have to re-enter education to get this much to grips with art, so it’s just cool to me. What we are seeking is so often found.
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