we named it the computer mouse because it fit so comfortably in our hands and it reminded us of ancient times where our ancestors put their palms over the backs of cave mice and shuffled them across the ground to move the cursor on their cave wall mounted gaming monitors

this is by far my favorite safety/warning sign btw. they really went off with this one

No cuz I fucking love this sign. It’s not an actual barrier so it’s not like some sort of challenge it simply says “fuck around and you will find out”

Ohohoho I LOVE “fuck around and find out” signs, especially the really dramatic and ominous (but true) ones

(Context for the last one: it’s a WWII era sign posted around the soldiers’ washroom mirror, warning them to never discuss military plans in places where civilians could hear them and report back to the enemy, e.g. in restaurants and pubs in the country. “Loose lips sink ships”.)

I also love these two, which I would place in the category of “You already fucked around, now you’re about to find out.”

Aerated water is fucking scary. It's water that has a fuckton of gas in it, which reduces the buoyancy to the point where you will immediately start to sink if you fall in.

ive been collecting these recently and wanted to add some of my favorites

Official ominous signs

“im gonna be honest, it looks fucking minging”

og video

pea wet bonus. its a good thing he’s pretty

i think an uncomfortable truth is that there is an inherent arrogance one has to overcome after spending too much time alone, which is not so obvious when it's forced (i.e. through ostracism) because the assumption is that someone who has been ostracized is more likely to lack confidence and thinks poorly of themselves. but then there's this dance between victimhood and low self-esteem yet also subconsciously believing that your own view or daily decisions are "correct" or "better" because you've never had anyone tell you otherwise, because you've been alone. and in addition have gotten used to being extremely independent and considering others' input doesn't even occur to you. so when others DO provide feedback, it's almost jarring, like you don't have a behavioral pathway with which to respond or receive the feedback so you just respond with irritation because your system is confused

enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to

Fountain

On the one hand, I think there's deeper narrative significance to the pissing Hickey scene in "A Mercy". It's mechanically necessary to get someone out of the tent when Stanley sets the fire, allowing them to cut the tent and free the men inside. That it's Hickey shows us something about him. We know he's not drunk, cos Hickey doesn't drink, so he's sober when he shows us what he thinks of the carnival, and by extension, England. To Hickey, England isn't home and comfort and beauty. It's a toilet. When Hickey finds himself shut out of the tent- symbolically shut out of England, for Hickey, of all people, understands that you can't go home again- he doesn't say, Let me in. He says, "Let a man in." Part of it's down to Hickey's way of speaking. He likes little turns of phrase ("Help a mate up"; "[I've seen] more of your postern than your face"; "your kindness is unstoppable"; "we've eaten from these tins of mystery"). Part of it is the, I guess, vampiric, and generally supernatural feel to Hickey. He goes into and comes out of a grave, but he's not dead. He requests entry, never speaking of himself, only a hypothetical 'mate' or 'man', as though he were neither. No one knows his real name, so no one truly has power over him. Even as others are dropping dead, he looks hale and hearty. Hickey's also an opener of ways, a literal janitor, 'door man', breaking in where others are unable. He acts unselfishly to help the others, though he could have left them to die, if all he wanted was to make his own way. He stabs poor Dr. MacDonald by accident, as though even his good works were cursed, Hickey can't win for losing. On the other hand, kink is everywhere in The Terror, from the commonplace- uniforms and rank; firearms; voyeurism; flogging- to the more obscure, what we may call the erotics of filth. There's hardly a bodily function in The Terror that isn't eroticized. It's a redirection of sensuality: there are no graphic sex scenes in The Terror, but the men's bodies are shown in a sensual way, even in the least sexy contexts. There's nothing appealing about Hickey taking a shit on Gibson's bed, but the framing of the act (Hickey's in Gibson's intimate space; Hickey caresses one of Gibson's white gloves and puts it on) and the obsessive, affectionate focus of the camera-as-voyeur on Hickey makes it so, gives a romantic feeling to something un-romantic. The same can be said for James' solo exploration of his bullet wounds. He's sick, pale and thin, trembling with dread. Yet, the scene shows something else. James goes alone to his tent, panting and gasping, can't wait to get his clothes off. He touches himself hesitantly, his hand on his breast. He grabs a mirror, showing us the reflection of his face, his nipple, his wound. His expression is one of agony and horror, but Tobias Menzies tends to act pain like part of him enjoys it. And isn't Menzies, as James, just so beautiful? Hickey pissing in the carnival starts out as an ordinary, solitary moment. It's nothing special; he just has to go. We, the audience, see him, but we see almost everything in The Terror; that, alone doesn't make it a voyeuristic scene. Des Voeux appears. Our awareness transfers from disembodied omniscience to him. At first, Des Voeux's annoyed with Hickey, but then he gets to, "... unless you want that ripped off." He looks at Hickey. He smiles, nasty but nervous. Hickey looks at him. Hickey's gaze softens, and he opens his mouth. It's not going to go any further, but it doesn't have to. We don't have to be told that Des Voeux saw something he liked. We don't have to be told that Hickey would have been receptive. The implications are obvious. But the scene saves its nastiest trick for last. Because it doesn't go any further, because Des Voeux walks away and Hickey goes outside, the narrative maintains plausible deniability. You didn't really see that. Or you did, but it's not what you thought it was. And if you thought that, it's all you. It was all in your mind. Your dirty, dirty mind.

anybody know what to do with it all

there are quebecois here

They should remove the age requirement for presidency. Its time for america to enter its despotic boy-king era

there needs to be a jesus on the cross emoji that i can use any time i have to go to work in an hour

man this year is gonna be the year i either die or become someone else i dont know which one maybe both

Everytime i think of the future i nearly throw up

hate to say it but the cow is right

Oh plush cow we're really in it now

I don't know why, but I find it even more comforting to look at it this way:

I think the fast paced society we live in currently has brainwashed me into thinking i can upgrade myself and my life just as fast as when i restart my computer or phone. I have forgotten the natural cycles of life… how the moon takes her time to be full or how the crops take their time to grow their fruits. 

Hey, here's the full set of the brand new Disco Elysium pics!

Prints are available, and maybe these work well in poster format (which inprnt started doing a while ago)?

I'm sad I didn't get to draw any cars, would be nice to do 1 more, but I need to move on... Also, there has been a promo on all summer at inprnt that might end soon, so these are at 35% off right now!