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sigilmint · 8 hours
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larian studios really woke up one day and collectively decided "we are going to make a guy that is SO complicated and hard to draw" and then they did. Fuck you
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sigilmint · 8 hours
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Lurialaryn, Circle of Stars Druid.
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sigilmint · 8 hours
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[video by cartervailmusic. caption: We're guys, ya know?]
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sigilmint · 9 hours
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I'm never going to shake off the memory of him. a bright smile in a crowded classroom, always halfway embracing or being embraced by a friend. asking such curious questions, having such thoughtful insight. I wish I'd known about my gender stuff at his age; I was so proud to see him, cheeks covered in glitter, holding hands with his fellow queer students. There was so much love there. I saw myself in his eyes, too, a living example of an adult who was living his truth.
Nothing in this world could have prepared me for the morning I got to work and one of the teachers pulled me aside, white as a ghost, stricken, to tell me he'd killed himself in the night. I wandered off campus, my head in a horrible fog, drifting over familiar landscape like I'd never been there before.
What pain did I not see? What complete and utter desolation gripped him, when no one was looking? Was it the same as the nights I cried into my pillow, not wanting to kill myself but hoping that something would happen to me to take it out of my hands? Was it the emptiness, the pain-shaped empty jar of hopelessness that sat inside me and kept me bound to a chair for hours at a time? It must have been something far worse, for him to have actually done it. It must have been worse than I can literally comprehend. And I had no idea in the world it was happening. He was so young, and fuck, so was I. I didn't know how to handle it. I didn't know what to say to anyone, how to comfort, how to be comforted. It was a gash ripped through us all, that couldn't be treated. And time heals all wounds, sure, but every once in a while, I check that one, and I find I'm still bleeding.
I wish I could have seen him joyously ascend through every major event, graduation, beyond, but I also wish I could have heard about some of that pain before it did what it did to him. I wish I could have helped in any way, done anything at all. I wish he never had to hurt that much to begin with.
I get scared. So many dear, beloved, wonderful friends over the years have shared with me about their attempts, and every time I can feel it stagger through me, the gravity of almost having lost them shaking my bones so hard, my head feeling like it's free-falling, just for a moment, down through the earth into that place of fog. And I'm meant to blink it off and continue on as if this information is as casual as them telling me they had toast instead of cereal today. Having to pretend that when I look at them, I'm not trying to desperately remember and memorize every single detail of their face, our friendship, every amazing thing they bring into the world. Just in case.
I suppose that the only thing I think I've learned from all this, is that if someone is sharing their pain, they're not trying to die, they're trying to catch hold of anything, fucking anything, to keep them from getting swept downriver. Even if it's just by their fingertips, or just for a moment before slipping and scrambling again. There's fight in that. And it's scary to be a life raft, but it's scarier to think about the people who drift right past you and you never even notice them. So out goes my hand, every time. I'll be scared with you. Let's be scared together. Please, whatever it is, let's do it together, so you can get out of this damn water.
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sigilmint · 10 hours
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The Amazon grocery stores which touted an AI system that tracked what you put in your cart so you didn't have to go through checkout were actually powered by underpaid workers in India.
Just over half of Amazon Fresh stores are equipped with Just Walk Out. The technology allows customers to skip checkout altogether by scanning a QR code when they enter the store. Though it seemed completely automated, Just Walk Out relied on more than 1,000 people in India watching and labeling videos to ensure accurate checkouts. The cashiers were simply moved off-site, and they watched you as you shopped. According to The Information, 700 out of 1,000 Just Walk Out sales required human reviewers as of 2022. This widely missed Amazon’s internal goals of reaching less than 50 reviews per 1,000 sales
A great many AI products are just schemes to shift labor costs to more exploitable workers. There may indeed be a neural net involved in the data processing pipeline, but most products need a vast and underpaid labor force to handle its nearly innumerable errors.
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sigilmint · 1 day
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Daily art #11
this time with Howard.
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sigilmint · 2 days
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sigilmint · 3 days
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i've been seeing this around a lot lately as like a little memey jokey thing but "this is what they took from you" is a fascist meme.
"they" are jewish people/"the global elite"/"cultural marxists"/"globalists"/"the woke left" etc.
and it's basically the same as "RETVRN" like this is explicitly a fascist thing that fascists say about their fascist beliefs
please don't go around saying it
you can talk about capitalist enshittification without invoking fascism, and just because YOU mean something different doesn't mean it's not invoking those things it's explicitly meant to invoke
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sigilmint · 3 days
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sigilmint · 3 days
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mutuals we’re not pretentious we’re just always right. not our fault
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sigilmint · 4 days
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so back when i was teaching, one of the things i learned to look for were the "mood makers", as i liked to call them, of the classes. there were always 2 or 3 per class, and it was easy to find them in the first few days. you got those kids on your side, and it was a ripple effect with the rest of the students - they would all follow. so winning those kids over was huge when it came to how the year would play out. and from time to time, whenever the class was sort of faltering - middle of winter, of a big project, burn-out high - i would lean back in on those mood makers again to turn things around.
one particular class, when we had a big multi-month group project happening, were just... really struggling with getting their shit together lol. they were supposed to be practicing their presentations (english speaking class) and they were doing pretty much anything but, and their presentations were supposed to start the next class day. they were also PANICKING as i started giving out some feedback - which was NOT GREAT - as they were running through the lines they were supposed to be remembering. after realizing all of them needed so much extra work, i decided we needed to have a turn-around, so i invited one of the mood makers up to the front. i held out a cup to him, with two papers inside.
"one of them," i said, "says tuesday, and if you draw that, presentations go as planned. but one of them says thursday, and if you choose that one, everyone gets extra time to practice."
everyone was like OH SHIT. OKAY. THIS IS IT. and this mood maker, he was a big personality (they usually are) so i knew he'd really ham this up, and he did. we made a huge deal, with drum-rolls and everything, of him picking one out of the cup. he opened it up the paper and announced THURSDAY to a round of huge cheers. he was the class hero. everyone had TONS of motivation to work super hard on this gifted extra day, and really put the time in. their presentations were great. morale SOARED.
the plot twist was that both papers said thursday, because they all needed the extra time. my forever teacher advice: find creative ways to make things happen so that you get the buy-in from the class.
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sigilmint · 4 days
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sex under the cut because well. what else am i going to do with these images
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i think they have sex and i also think they don't have sex. hope this helps.
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sigilmint · 4 days
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WAIT wait wait wait wait okay so i had the vera timeline all off--it wasn't euhorn kaldwin who proposed to her but instead it was an emperor like 2.5 emperors behind him?? and he proposed to her when she was 15????? wtf wtf wtf
she gets married to moray at 20 years old, and then apparently doesn't go on the expedition to pandyssia until she's over 40??
the vibes are ALL wrong for this, i'm revising this lmao
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sigilmint · 4 days
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For as much as I love Paris Is Burning (1990) (It was foundational in my getting into ballroom history and learning more about the ballroom scene in my area when I was in my early 20s), I feel like we barely mention its spiritual sequel How Do I Look (2006) even though it gives a much better look into ballroom and how the popularity of Paris Is Burning affected the scene. It also touches on the issues participants of the og Paris Is Burning doc had with the handling of the og doc and the way the mainstream has been trying to exploit the ballroom scene since the second they found out about what it is. While Paris Is Buring is a deeply important part of our history, it should NOT be your first and last stop when learning about ballroom culture.
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sigilmint · 5 days
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sorry i didn't reply to your message i died
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sigilmint · 5 days
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one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.
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