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#it's so human
asocial-skye · 1 year
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i think that the nicest thing that I can write about the jedi is that they are fundamentally trying their damn best. they were put into extremely fucked up positions and their genocide was a sign of the general dusk of morality in the universe. they never set out to ruin anything, and wanted only to bring peace and justice to the galaxy. they tried so hard, and they had nothing to show for it.
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sylvies-kablooie · 7 months
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i got so caught up in the joy of seeing my favorite little guys on the tv screen i forgot there are people making accounts to wish hate upon them. sad!
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espectres · 2 months
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Finally caught up to sxf i love this manga sm thank you for my life
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The realization Han Ji Woo has now that he is cared for.....hurts.
The realizations.
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cryptke · 2 years
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mercy, mercy, mercy
lemme tell you, when you posted those daryl dixon fics way back when, i did not understand the hype — respectfully.
im on season 3, within probably a week and a half? and can say i was sooooooo wrong, and rightfully so.
you seem to always get me involved in these things, like literally you got me into bucky with that series and it lead me to, probably, my biggest hyper-fixation yet.
but they’re so fun and so harmless, so let’s see how daryl does
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i have quite honestly not watched the walking dead in months, but i will attest that the further you get, the more daryl's character grows on you. i totally get what you mean. i think his original purpose was to stretch the boundaries of the cold badass type and it sort of grew into an expression of how exactly it would effect a person to put up with so much shit through their life. you'll see more references to the abuse he faced growing up and it's like you get to see these little glimpses of how his character, in the position he's in, opens up little by little. and it's soooo fucking hot for whatever reason.
bitch we are fatherless
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cemeterything · 3 months
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been thinking about fantasy/scifi rule systems and free will
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 14 days
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Expertise can't help you here.
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wasabi-gumdrop · 18 days
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local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6
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hekuuu · 4 months
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a little self-indulgent comic :>
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askalastorblog · 2 months
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The amount of joy human alastor and his mother gives me should be illegal
https://twitter.com/_nedned_x
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seveneyesoup · 2 months
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hamletthedane · 3 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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froody · 8 days
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every prehistoric human reconstruction has me thinking “I want to smoke weed with this bitch”
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she looks like she would have been an awesome neighbor, like she would have loved menthols and called me baby
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woolydemon · 3 months
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LISTEN TO ME RN, when the character is supposed to be rlly strong and muscular and buff PUT FAT ON THAT GUY fat is so fucking necessary to have a physical build that is so strong MAKE THEM FATTTTTTTTTTTTT
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redvelvetwishtree · 4 months
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nrmtenjoyer · 7 months
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Jake is so real because if I had stretchy powers I'd be 100% doing stupid shit like this
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