If you would go out of your way to argue how easy it is for capital to automate away jobs when labor costs become too high, then you should probably know that you’re giving all kinds of credibility to those of us who advocate fully-automated luxury communism. I mean, think about it: you’re arguing that so much of human labor ISN’T NECESSARY because said jobs can be done by machines, and yet you STILL want the bulk of humanity to pointlessly scrape by laboring for the capitalist class, receiving meager wages to buy the shit they helped generate in the first place. The above billboard is a THREAT. Let’s not mince words – that billboard is bourgeois propaganda designed to turn the working class against each other and against the broader goals of resource democratization. “If you fight for a basic livable wage, just know that you’re easily replaceable, peon!”
This is what leftists mean when they say that capitalism is an economic system filled to the brim with tensions and contradictions; it’s also what they mean when they say that capitalism inevitably produces its own gravediggers. Automation is one of those gravediggers, and it’s a major one at that. As more and more jobs become automated in the coming decades, the working class will face widespread dispossession, ramping up revolutionary class consciousness in the process. At that point, capitalism will either focus on generating more superfluous jobs for people to work or set about instituting a universal basic income – regardless, the point is to keep enough scraps flowing downward so that people don’t call for a broader system change. In this way, capitalism’s ruling class can maintain control over the wealth-producing means of production and imperialist capital accumulation can continue unrestrained.
For these reasons, “more jobs” and universal basic incomes are not enough. We need to democratize the broader social infrastructure and eliminate the profit system. If you recognize how possible it is to automate away human labor, then you should defenestrate yourself out of the Overton Window and use some political imagination – cut out the unnecessary jobs, automate all the labor you can, produce for human need rather than elite profit, and you end up with drastically reduced working hours and bountiful leisure time. This is the essence of fully-automated luxury communism – the natural conclusion of the conditions that capitalism set in motion.
Be wary of automation in the present climate, but always trace it back to the class struggle. Robots taking our jobs SHOULD be cause for celebration; why should we treat these potential liberators as harbingers of dispossession? Technological advancements are pushing us exponentially towards a de facto post-scarcity world, where everyone’s needs can be comfortably met alongside their desires for community and leisure and entertainment, and yet we’re held back by Empire’s insistence on keeping the means of production hoarded under the command of a superfluous ruling class. As long as we are divided into capitalists and workers, humanity will never know full liberation.
1. Automatic payments. Don’t enroll in automatic bill payments unless you’re extremely comfortable with the company. This will prevent companies from charing your bank account or credit card extra without your consent. For example, I’m confident that Birchbox won’t overcharge me, but have less faith in Verizon.
2. First aid kit. Purchasing a first aid kit should be one of the first things you do when moving out. They generally cost around $25 and include items such as cold compresses, burn cream, and more bandaids then you will ever need. I purchased one when I first moved out and it lasted me 2 and ½ years before I needed to replenish it.
3. Dishwasher wanted. Real talk- having a dishwasher has changed my life. I used to spend forty-five minutes to an hour doing dishes every day, sometimes twice a day. Now I spend fifteen minutes.
4. Pee after sex! Ladies, UTIs are no joke. Get in the habit of peeing or showering after sex to minimize your risk. 50% of women will get them in their lifetime, and the medication will fuck with your birth control. Guys can get UTIs too!
5. Milk. More expensive doesn’t always mean higher quality, but in the case of milk it makes a huge difference. Organic milk lasts significantly longer than any milk you can purchase for under $2. Like, over a week longer.
6. Winter-proof. Is your apartment freezing? Winter-proof your windows! You can buy sheets of “window plastic” to seal off gaps, cracks, etc. These will make a huge difference in your apartment’s temperature.
7. Scented trash bags. Are literally the same price as regular trash bags, but help keep your trash smelling manageable.
8. Chalkboard paint. This is a wonderful invention that turns your boring walls into one continuous canvas. Get your landlord’s permission and know that you will be required to repaint before moving out.
9. Shopping list. Keep a piece of scrap paper in your kitchen and jot down any items/produce you may run out of during the week. When it’s time to go shopping, you’ll already have most of your list completed.
10. Food hygiene. Rewrap/repackage your deli meats and cheeses a few days after purchasing them. Wrapping paper has a shorter shelf life than the products themselves and will cause them to spoil early.
Wow, a lot of people seem to like my sketches. Since I doubt I’ll ever really clean these fellas up, I guess I can just put em up for viewing. Sorry for the image spam folks but thank you all kindly for the nice comments!
This was back when I first got into the series. Started with Tales. Done in-between breaks from my Final Year Animation Project in school. Woot!
i just started using watercolors, can you tell me about your process/share some tips?
Well first of all, congrats on trying watercolors! I’m by no means an expert yet but I’ll do my best to walk you through my process using some of the WIP pictures I have from previous pieces. There’s a ton to cover and I won’t get it all so feel free to ask more specific questions if you need help.
My first tip would be to play with whatever tools you have to figure out what feels right for you. If you don’t have any tools yet, I suggest the Sakura Koi Pocket Field Sketch Box (pictured below) since it’s really nice quality, comes with a water brush, and usually costs like $15-$25 depending on size/where you buy it. If that’s still outside of your price range, the first watercolors I ever did were with old crayola palettes and it worked out fine, it just took way more layers and time to get the color depth I wanted.
As for paper, I’m still looking for the perfect one but just make sure it’s watercolor paper (cold press means there’s a texture, hot press is smooth) or multimedia and not like, printer paper. As long as it’s relatively thick, it should be ok but might buckle when too much water is added.
Don’t worry too much about perfection when learning how to use your equipment. Make lines, blend colors, try making washes, etc. When I came back to watercolors, I mostly did a lot of meditative painting, where I doodled whatever felt right. Some of them even came out real cool looking??
When I sit down to do a more detailed piece or commission, I have a five-part process I pretty consistently use these days. It goes like this:
1) Traditional (or digital) sketch/concept phase. The below pic is from a pop-art commission concept where I really liked the flow of her hair.
2) Digital lineart (cleaning up/refining concept sketches)
3) Print the lineart and lightbox it to watercolor paper using either a hard graphite pencil (very light lines) or colored lead. I still lightbox with this ancient hunk of junk but you can even use a window or your computer screen (VERY CAREFULLY) to lightbox if you don’t have one.
Here’s what some of my pieces looks like after being transferred:
I think it’s important to note that you should keep a piece of scrap paper under your hand while working on the watercolor paper, since the oils in your skin can lead to areas where the paint won’t bind to the paper properly. I’ve had cases where I finished a background wash only to find an absolutely perfect thumbprint in the center of it.
4) Ink the lines. Make sure your pens are waterproof. If they’re not, I’ll talk about a way to get around that later so skip right to painting for now.
I used micron technical pens for the above piece. If you don’t know if you have waterproof pens, make a test chart like the one below. Mine involved copics, watercolor, and super heavy scrubbing to see how easily the pen came off when wet.
I’ve also “inked” after painting by using more concentrated lines of watercolor instead of actual ink. The below painting was too cute and pastel and I didn’t want to ruin it with black lines, so I used that technique here (along with some red pencil)
5) Paint! I’m not really consistent with this step but my main tip is: BE PATIENT! If you want flat blocks of color, wait until each wash is fully dry before moving on to one next to it. If you don’t, they’ll bleed into each other. This is also true when trying to create shadows with hard edges instead of soft blending. Not being patient enough is my #1 cause of “crap I have to start this over”.
(The weird coloration on the lines above is actually dried frisket I put over certain sections of the piece to protect them but it ended up being more of a hassle than anything else for this style of piece.)
So, what if you didn’t have waterproof pens? You can easily reverse steps 4&5 and paint first, wait for it to dry very well, and then ink (shown below).
The finished piece looked like this:
I hope this was helpful!
If you want to see any of my WIPs/ask me questions, you can find me on Twitter and Instagram.
Write me a ficlet about Stiles finding random love poems/notes written on little scraps of paper stuffed in weird places, like between the seats in the Jeep, in the pockets of hoodie he swore he just washed so how could there be intact paper in there, in his shoes, under his pillow. Who is writing all these notes and how do they keep randomly appearing on Stiles person!?!?!
This is unbeta-d, and I am subjecting you dear reader(s?) to poetry written by me masquerading as English!Major Derek Hale. BASICALLY I’m SORRY ABOUT THE CRAP POETRY OK. also im really fuckin pissed off about the spacing of the poems but tumblr is adamant about pretending to not know what the fuck im trying to do when i try and reformat it i need to stop before i just delete this whole post in a fit of RAGE
The first time it happens, Stiles doesn’t think anything of it. He figures he just wrote it himself in English and then forgot. It’s just a neglected scrap of paper hiding amidst other papers under his desk, sacrificed on the altar of a weekly allowance with everything else he throws out as he cleans his room. He only really glanced at it anyway, he was preoccupied with being pissed off at Derek for being Derek, thinks it said something about heartbeats and irregular spaces. So that was the incident, he supposes.
The second time he’s got his hand stuffed in the crease of Roscoe’s passenger seat in a desperate search for just one fucking quarter, just one, and withdraws a crumpled piece of paper instead. “How long has that been there?” Stiles asks himself as he de-crumples it to read it. He snorts. Obviously quite a while, it’s a poem, and Stiles knows he didn’t write this one, which means it’s circa the Scott/Allison Era.
it was Tuesday
you didn’t know I was there
“Not half bad Scotty,” Stiles murmurs, not bothering to finish the rest of it as he tosses it aside and resumes the quest for one measly quarter cause he just wants a burger. Out of life, all he wants is to eat a burger right now. It’s not so much to ask? Right?
He bitches and moans to Scott about his inability to find a quarter and thus eat a burger, but forgets to ask him about the poem thing. The next time he sees Derek, Derek flips him a quarter with a smirk. “Oh, fuck you,” Stiles says, but pockets the quarter and eats him that fucking burger later that night, after they have all managed, miraculously, to not die. “Victory comes in all forms,” Stiles informs Scott sagely in between mouthfuls. So that’s the coincidence, in all its glory.
concept art for this neat’ol fanfic that I’ve been enjoying heavily by
@introspectiveinquisitor. Was gonna draw izuku but since I’ve redrawn him about five times now I think I’ll settle for this. This was fun, looking at some refs and such to help me along lol. tried to make it look really deformed.
Request fic : An abusive marriage drabble with Jimin .
Rating : Smut
( P.S. Dear Anon who requested this, you just opened up a very dark and twisted part of my brain and you’re going to regret this. )
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, twenty feet away and hung between two huge portraits , one of Jimin , in his wedding Suit and the other of us, together taken at our honeymoon in the Swiss Alps.
It was a little past eight.
He had said that he would be home by eight thirty. That gave me just twenty minutes to get dinner ready,set the table and chage my clothes.
I felt my fingers tremble, just a little bit as I continued peeling the carrots. I’d spread out a thin sheet of paper on the table to keep the scraps from falling to the floor. I worked harder, a little faster. He had been on tour for a week and he was coming home tonight.
Everything had to be perfect.
I julianned the carrots, added them carefully to the bowl of bulgogi before cleaning the worktable meticulously . I laid out the plates, the forks and the spoons . Wiped down the wine glasses, arranged them neatly on the curve of the floral pattern on the dining table. I grabbed the most expensive wine, Jimin’s favorite and placed it on the table before arranging seven candles around the table . I placed the candle lighter on the mantel, checked once again to make sure every inch of the living room was sparklingly clean before moving to the bedroom.
i quickly stripped out of my summer dress, tossing it into the hamper and ran into the shower, turning on the knob to the coldest setting. Jimin had a way of knowing if i used hot water instead of cold and that would make him angry. I really didn’t want him to get angry.
The water felt painful against my skin but it numbed me as well, in a good way. I quickly grabbed the bottle of vanilla flavored body wash and rubbed it all over my skin, before washing up.
I finished dressing up, zipping the skin tight red dress and slipping on the ruby necklace and the earrings before grabbing the brush and combing through my long hair. I’d just finished smoothing the red lipstick on my lips when the door bell rang and my fingers slipped , the lips stick smudging across my cheek a little.
i panicked, fingers reaching out for the wet wipes on the counter. i grabbed a couple and hastily swiped at the scarlet stain on my cheek, before stumbling to my feet. I slipped into the stilletos clumsily, nearly toppling over as i rushed to the door.
When i opened it, my breath caught in my lung as usual. No matter how many times i saw him, the sight of Park jimin in person, wearing one of his expensive suits, never failed to steal my breath away. He looked like a painting came to life. The prince Charming from every childhood story i had heard in my mother’s lap. The love of my life who was my salvation. My knight in shining armor.
His ash blond hair was swept up and he ran his fingers through it.
“What took you so long?” He drawled casually, eyes automatically moving over every single inch of me. I stayed still , waiting for him to be done with his scrutiny, knowing that he was looking for imperfections.
But i’d worked hard, spent the entire week in salons and spas .
I wasn’t gorgeous, just as beautiful as i could be next to someone so breathtaking like jimin. i knew I wasn’t good enough, of course i did. Jimin was so handsome, so talented. Every woman on the planet wanted him but he had chosen me . I had to be grateful.
The least I could do was look good for him in return.
His eyes stayed pointedly on my lips, where some of the lipstick was still smudged and I flinched when his hand shot out, thumb digging into my cheek with painful force as he wiped it off.
“What is this? Have you forgotten how to put on lipstick? “ He said softly and i gulped, looking down at the floor.
“i was .. in a bit of a hurry..I wanted to be ready for you”
“But you weren’t ready for me, where you? And well, If you were going to take your bloody time opening the damn door, might as well have fixed this face at least , right princess?” He scolded, reaching down to grip my chin hard forcing me to look up.
“Of course you are. Every single day. You’re sorry. But you never get better do you? You still do shit you should be sorry for. Well, you’re lucky you’re married to me , aren’t you baby girl. i’m not picky like the other guys out there. I’ll put up with your stupidity.” He pulled me closer, kissing me softly and gently. “ I love you so much sweetheart. “
“I love you too, Jimin.” i said breathlessly.
“Good girl.” He pulled back and used his thumb to stroke my cheek, this time a little more gently. “ is dinner ready?”
“Yes… of course. i made your favorite.”
“Let’s hope you didn’t ruin any of it.” He kissed me lightly on the nose, arm wrapped around me. i watched as he pulled away, slowly taking off his jacket and draping it over the couch before moving to the table. i lit the candles carefully and he opened the wine , pouring a generous bit of it into both the glasses.
“ How was your tour, Jimin?” i said softly.
“It was amazing. Sold out concerts all across Japan. The boys are exhausted. They do want to meet us for dinner day after. Wear that pink dress with the salmon trim, okay baby?” He smiled.
I smiled back, weakly. i hated the way the pink looked on me but I couldn’t really remember the last time i’d picked a dress to wear by myself.
The rest of dinner was spent with him telling me about the tour, about jung kook and Taehyung and their shopping trip. He showed me pictures of the dozen or so gowns he’d ordered for me.
“Why aren’t you drinking baby?” He said suspiciously.
“I’m just feeling a bit sick..”
“You’re still on the pill right?”
“Good. I’m not ready to share you , yet.” He winked. He then stuck his hand inside his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
“Here you go.” He slid it across the table and i opened it tentatively.
It was a eautiful diamond ring, the stone set into a pattern like a butterfly.
“it’s beautiful.” I whispered.
He smiled and stood up, slowly picking up the wine glass as he came to stand behind me.
“It is, isn’t it? it’s because i love you. No one can love you the way , i do baby. Here… have a sip..” He reached out, palm curving around my throat and lightly squeezing till my mouth opened instinctively. He pressed the rim of the glass to my lips, tilting the crystal up till the red liquid went down my throat, fingers lightly massaging my throat as i gulped it down obediently.
“I missed you baby…” He bent down and kissed my neck. “ Did you miss me?”
i nodded frantically. i had missed him. I’d missed him so much, the house empty and lonely and scary without him around.
“Will you show me, baby? Show me how much you missed me?” He whispered and I nodded, watching as he came to stand in front of me , while i stayed seated, his waist in line with my lips, as he stared down at me, lightly brushing back the hair from my forehead. i stayed still as his fingers moved up, spread a little and sank pinto my hair, shaping the back of my head, before curling and gripping the thick strands.
And then without warning he pulled hard, my head snapping back as pain exploded in my skull except it wasn’t really pain. It was electric and fiery hot, little licks of pleasure up my spine. I liked getting my hair pulled especially when it was Jimin. it was an odd sort of freedom, knowing that he controlled where my face and mouth would be. And if he was in control, i wouldn’t make stupid mistakes and make him mad.
“Open wide, wet your lips, okay baby?” He whispered and i licked my lips obediently, letting my lips draw back, mouth open in an ‘ O’ as he fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper using his free hand while the other gripped my hair harder.
I almost sighed in relief when he pushed three fingers into my mouth, my eyes fluttering shut as he carefully massaged my tongue, spreading the digits till i gagged a bit.
“Just got to make sure if it’s wet enough for me, okay baby… Don’t gag on me okay? you know i hate it when you gag…” He shoved his fingers in deeper and I held back my reflex, breathing rapidly through my nose to keep it down.
“Good girl… You want my cock now?”
I nodded frantically, pain now stopping to register and a sort of hazy pleasure settling on my shoulders. I felt the blunt end of his cock against my lips and I leaned forward eagerly but his grip on my hair tightened, hard yanking me back till my skin burned . I whimpered in pain and he made a noice of impatience.
“Filthy little slut, did i tell you that you could suck on me? So fucking desperate for it all the time… Can’t even fucking put on a bit of make up without bungling things up and you act like you fucking deserve to suck on my cock…You’re lucky I even let you near me…. ungrateful little bitch..” He snarled.
“Please…i’m sorry please let me..”
“Fuck… stop whining… i hate it when you fucking whine like the bitch that you are…” He said boredly, gripping my chin hard till my mouth opened wider. He shoved his cock inside , hard and fully till it hit the back of my throat.
Don’t gag. Don’t gag.
i struggled to stay still…. trying to keep my senses together as he fucked into my mouth.
“Fuck, did you forget how to suck cock as well? use your tongue , you little whore..” He shouted and I struggled to lick the head, using the tip of my tongue to dip into the slit before tracing the small flap of skin near the head. He sighed a bit and slowed down a little before slowly pushing in , gradually till my nose was brushing against his pelvis.
“ Good girl….” He said finally, and I felt myself preening with pride at the little praise. He used his palm to lightly stroke my throat, fingers pressing in to feel his cock through my neck. I breathed evenly as he slowly fucked into my mouth and finally stilled, spilling into my mouth. i swallowed quickly careful not to let any of it dribble down on the expensive carpet or the fabric of my Ralph Lauren gown.
He would really hate that.
When he was done, he pulled back and tucked himself back in. He then bent down and kissed me lightly.
“You know… i saw the flowers in the front table. i don’t remember sending those.” He said casually.
i froze in place.
“Those.. Those were from Seokjin…” I said, slightly terrified.
“i read the card. Didn’t know you were close to my hyung.”
“is that why you were so eager to come to the dinner day after. To wear that pink dress? Because you wanted to flaunt yourself for him?” He hissed, voice growing gradually louder.
i shook my head in a panic.
“No.. No, Jimin I would never…”
“You think i’m a fucking idiot? You think i can’t see the way you look at him.. the way you look at all of them??! Little whore…but guess what … none of them would put up with you…I’m the only idiot who’s willing to settle for a stupid little bitch for a wife….”
“I know..i’m sorry i’m not good enough….” i sobbed out , willing him to look at me. i felt so small when he refused to look at me. Like i wasn’t even alive. like i didn’t matter. At least when he was hitting me or abusing me or fucking me…i felt visible. i felt like I mattered.
He slapped me then.
Hard. I trembled as my face burned from humiliation and regret. And relief.
He’s not ignoring me.
“I’m sorry…. Jimin, i’m sorry…”
“Shut up! You’ve ruined everything… Take yourself to bed…. and don’t let me see your face till tomorrow morning.. Get the fuck away from me!”
I stood up on trembling legs and slowly made my way to the bedroom, head bowed.
Tomorrow, i told myself firmly. , Tomorrow I would do better. Tomorrow i would be good enough for him. Tomorrow i would make him love me.
inspired by this amazing post of ridiculous yet effective ways of dealing with executive dysfunction, i figured i’d make a list of some of my own education related ones, because school and studying is something i know a lot of people struggle with (on a separate post so it doesnt get ridiculously long)
i’m awful at remembering school work and assignments. notebooks dont work because i can never be bothered to take them out my bag at the end of lessons. i’ve tried organisational apps, but i never remember to look at them, and my distractable mind just doesnt notice notifications. so instead, i keep a few scraps of paper in the back of my phone case (i bought a clear one just so i can see them whenever i need to), because my phone is always on me
if i have a big essay or project coming up, during the planning stages i tend to get random ideas all over the place that i dont want to forget. i’m obviously not going to root through my school bag to note them down while im in the middle of brushing my teeth, so instead i keep post-it notes pretty much everywhere, and stick the idea where i thought of it. then, when im going to write the essay, i trek around the house and collect them all into one place
taking folders out of my bags in lessons was apparently too many steps for me, so i tended to just pull out the paper and necessary textbook, and then messily shove it back into my bag at the end. now i keep a wad of paper tucked in every subject’s folder, along with the books and other notes, so i physically cant just pull out paper without taking out the whole folder. that keeps my notes in better condition than scrunched at the bottom of my bag
on a similar note, i keep a hole-punch in my bag, and another one where i work at home. this means that wherever i am, i can punch and file the relevant piece of paper there and then. otherwise i’d just throw it into my bag to do later, and once something’s in the “i’ll do it later” vortex, it never comes out. having my notes organised better stops me getting overwhelmed and shutting down so frequently
if perfectionism gets in the way of doing work, remember that it’s easier to perfect something by editing it than it is to get it perfect straight away. when im writing something important, i chant to myself “it doesn’t have to be good as long as it’s written,” which helps me over the hurdle of getting started. then once your shit version is written, go wild and attack it with a red pen to make it better. the bulk of good writing comes from this editing. this is also really good if ur prone to random tangents, because u can keep the good ones and get rid of the pretty irrelevant ones, whereas if you write it all brilliantly to start off with, you’re not going to want to cut any points out
if i have a plan/critical material/sources/whatever in one document, but im doing your actual work in another, i put one into a google doc and use word for the other. why? because the extra click in switching between two word documents is one step too many, and i somehow always fall through that space into a distraction. usually tumblr. having two easy go-betweens really helps me. some people use physical paper for one, but i only do that if i need 3 separate things (eg. essay plan, actual essay, and wider reading) all open at the same time
i cant remember my timetable for shit, so i keep a colour coded picture of one on my phone. the colour coding and block format make it easy for me to understand quickly (timetables and my brain are Not Friends), and i keep it in my “favourites” section to eliminate time scrolling. because the quicker you can get to the lesson you’ve forgotten about, the better
feel free to add on any ways of dealing w education related executive dysfunction! if anyone has any advice on making it to important meetings and appointments, i’d be especially happy to hear it