daily horror
I feel like not enough people fully understand that when I say "elden ring is horny in ways you can't even comprehend as horny without being on miyazaki's wavelength" I really do mean it
the animation where the lobster stabs you to death is one of the horniest things ever animated. it literally feels like an eroguro animation
taking this in good faith, I'll actually explain!
enacting a rare content warning, for obvious reasons
goodness, if only
(art credit: @drememoto)
some thought could be given to thoughts,
especially the ones that no one's questioning
this popular idea that good and bad can be distinguished without the education of wounds is an especially poisonous disease
I guess it has to do with television replacing life experience & bonding only happening through the internet...
I don't think enough people will survive to continue anything of this civilization, though.
I'm glad all these media will die. I doubt humanity as an animal will get permanently ended right away but, this kind of society is done for. that's not so bad
Alex Wolff in Hereditary (2018)
don't cry! we were always just probable paths taken by cascades of otherwise unrelated electrons. matter is illusory outside the fiction of the Self ^_^ <3
1959.
The government interfered with broadcasts of the Desilu Playhouse.
the plunge of american gods s3 into milquetoast ignominy is kind of symbolic
at least there were a few more Demore Barnes scenes; ever since Hannibal I've really liked him
wow s3 of American Gods just nosedives right into the toilet, huh. my condolences to the actors forced to play along with this garbage. yeesh
people love extolling the virtues of ball-and-socket joints and how it makes us more advanced and all that but I don't see any fucking octopuses in slings now do I. Bones are overrated and I want a refund.
how dare you lay this curse upon my home
you don't frighten me
Everyone in the notes saying "this is a 10k post to me" "posts that have 100k energy" "posts that are 30k to me" or whatever - alright, fine! Put the fuckin' work in then! You'd better have this queue'd up every day for the next six months! You'd better have all your friends queue'ing it up too!
You want me to suffer?? You want to treat me like my own goddamn bones do??? MAKE AN EFFORT
each of your organs is an animal. please don't be mad at them. they didn't choose this arrangement either, and they get sad & scared just like you
the ridley scott moses movie is alriiight, once it gets to the plague. G_D is a little on the underwhelming side? odd. I'd've thought ridley would hit it a little harder.
I really think HBO needs to be made to feel some pain. sidebar
"sex pests" includes moralistic puritan scolds
they're in the top 3 Most Obsessed category
None of us wanted to wake up on January 18th to the news that a forest defender in Atlanta’s Weelaunee Forest named Tortuguita, known to the Law and its death system as Manuel Teran, had been murdered by police during a morning raid. It was the last thing that we wanted to hear. Tears came to my eyes while reading the news of their killing before their name and picture had been released, and later after seeing an image of them glowing, smiling, luminously full of life I thought of how much more devastated I would feel if I had known Tortuguita, if I had heard their voice, felt the warmth of their presence, knew them as a friend, as a fellow anarchist and a comrade.
For those of us aligned with the defense of the Weelaunee Forest the grief quickly turned to anger, burning rage, vast and terrible like the black hole said to be at the center of our spinning galaxy. The call went out – they would have wanted fierce and direct action against those responsible. In addition to an unknown number of beautiful public and private memorial rituals in the weeks since then, there has also been a massive wave of rituals of another kind: attacks and acts of sabotage against police infrastructure as well as contractors working with and financial institutions funding Cop City – the forces working to bring their hellish and widely hated training facility into our world. Images and stories of the riot which followed Tort’s murder in Atlanta and the damaged facade of the Atlanta Police Foundation girded our spirits, the widely broadcast picture of a burning police SUV serving as a fitting memorial to the fallen comrade.
When we realized that, in the eyes of the powerful, our lives are just piles of bones waiting to be shattered, arteries and veins on the verge of tearing open, hearts and lungs that stop beating and expanding at the moment they pull the trigger, the only thing left to do was to come together and make them tremble before us…
"I wanted to break windows, to set fires, to strike fear into every cop on the streets that night. I wanted to show the powerful that they, too, would learn the meaning of violence, just as we have been forced to learn it time and time again. They needed to understand that we don’t forget, we needed to feel that we were still alive." - Unfinished Acts
Like uncounted previous generations of anarchists and other liberation fighters we learned a lot about what to celebrate and what to watch out for in the fight against authoritarian power through those cycles of revolt, and it seems that many of those lessons are thankfully already a part of the campaign to defend the Weelaunee Forest. We learned to hide our real and digital identities, strike under cover of darkness, evaporate and evade arrest when the heat arrived, play tricks and games with the forces of repression to mislead them, organize the resistance widely and experimentally and in our daily lives, never trust NGOs, the media, communist front groups like the RCP and PSL, or anyone who works with or “inside” the system, cultivate an atmosphere of co-mingled rage and joy, never forget the names of the fallen, support those captured by the police, watch out for each other, and remember that we are simply human, fallible, fragile, flexible, precious, that we are organic life forms choosing to fight an inorganic and monstrous global corpse machine which goes by many names but a lot of us still call the Leviathan.
None of the riots or attacks or sustained struggle brought Oscar Grant or John T. Williams or any of the countless others slaughtered by the agents of Order back to us alive, nor will the continued assault on the Cop City project bring Little Turtle back, but the rage, the property damage, the clandestine and continuing sabotage, and the widening of the aboveground fight to save the Forest from destruction weave a protective and warming cloak around our revolutionary Spirit to heal it, defending our collective Heart from resignation.
[image ID: a cop car on fire on a city road marked off with an orange cone. a fireman stands by, hosing it. end ID]
so I just watched a movie where you can only take the party drug once, and it doesn't work on the protag, but the rest of his friends & most of the people on the island turn into zombies because hey, why not
it wasn't good but the question it raises is a solid one
do you suppose authors aren't smart enough to spot how their thing was turned into right wing propaganda for the screen or is it cool with them? a money thing I suppose. I'd like to think I wouldn't trade in my soul for a bracket shift but I suspect I'll never know / would disappoint myself anyway







