Carmen

The Internet seemed to really like the previews I posted of NYC bullying Spider-Man, so here is that episode in its entirety. Enjoy!

finally, someone who gets it

due to financial problems he's dr apartment now

apartment heritage post

I will not be posting about or watching Eurovision this year.

As an avid fan this sucks, but there are more important things right now. My values and morals are too important to me to support EBUs decision not to ban Israel from Eurovision.

Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.

just asked my professor if he wants to feature on a song LMFAO

he said yes

this man is twisted. Sick .

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

me when I see a mutual on the dash after they change their user

hi i'd also like to suggest, as a troubleshooting thing, that one reason you might be blocked on writing is that you've gotten into a punishment loop. you're scared to write, not for trivial or pathetic reasons, but because any time you approach writing, some guy starts screaming at you that you're a worthless piece of shit and that you could die without accomplishing anything meaningful. this guy continues screaming at you the entire time you're approaching this activity, and continues screaming at you for running away from it, too, until you find something else to do that's distracting enough that you can ignore him again. if you ever turn back around and approach writing again, there this guy is, screaming at you.

like, fuck, man, if i could only eat ice cream while some sadistic drill sergeant motherfucker gave me an existential crisis, i don't think it would take very many days before i was too scared to even open the fridge. after another week i probably wouldn't go into the kitchen. if he followed me around berating me for my piss-poor ice cream eating skills and told me all my teachers died ashamed of my pathetic inability to eat an ice cream, a skill even babies master, i would probably slip out my bedroom window in the night and move to the sahara desert.

so like, whether or not you ever write another word, you need to get rid of that drill sergeant in your head before he squeezes you out the window of your own skull. you're a valuable human being with worth and dignity, and you still would be even if you were the most illiterate motherfucker in the world. writing is not confirmation that you matter, that your education meant anything, that you finally have value to the world, that you're validating other people's investment in you. teachers taught you because they love to teach. your parents raised you because they loved their kid. you don't have to spend your whole life trying to pay back the debt of being born, being raised, being taught. you weren't a waste of anyone's time and effort in the first place.

and your gifts--whatever they were--were gifts, not debts you signed up for at birth and are now honor-bound to repay. a gift is something YOU get, for FREE, and it's for YOU. or else it's not a gift.

your gift for writing was so that you could enjoy this thing that came to you easily and enjoyably. you don't owe the world anything more than loving what it gave you--and you don't owe yourself anything less.

tell that miserable, sadistic, joy-killing drill sergeant in your head to get fucked. once he's gone, check the freezer and see what's in there for you.

You won't be able to hate yourself into productivity.

you know, i watch a lot of bujo/journal/diary vids and what really gets me is the commodification of literal garbage and recyclables. printouts that look like crinkled paper and newspaper and old books and fuckin. grocery store coupons. washi tapes of nondescript shopping receipts. tear-out booklets of paper scraps. notepads with the exact same design as mundane office supplies but twice the price and half the pages with some trendy “minimalistic” stationary brand’s logo slapped all over it and shipped all the way from Japan on diesel.

am i going insane. if you want “junk”/“scrap” looks like that, save your receipts. buy a 99¢ romance novel from Goodwill and tear the pages out. buy yellow notepads from staples and office max. pick up the coupon pages from your grocery store. maybe buy one nat geo magazine or a fashion mag and cut the pictures and ads out if you’re feeling zesty. crumple your own fucking paper. reduce reuse recycle with shit that’s already there instead of putting more paper waste and the ensuing manufacturing waste out into the world. does this make any sense.

im noticing that for a lot of americans “free palestine” has been an ideological motto and symbol rather than them actually believing in their heart that freedom is attainable and necessary

palestinians deserve the right to be able to travel freely in our homeland. to even visit our homeland. for us to have citizenship and rights to our own country. to grow our plants. practice our religions. live without fear that our children can be kidnapped by israeli forces on their violent whims. to not have our life savings poured into building a home for our families that are torn down without real warning by israeli bulldozers. to no longer be refugees. like this is real life. this is real.

we don’t want to be reduced to a never ending slogan. we want to put down our need for resistance. to rest & to live.

It is so so important to show that queer people have always existed and are allowed to live long, happy lives. Young queer people–especially those in conservative areas–need to know that being queer is not a death sentence. Despite the many struggles we have faced, throughout history there have always been queer lives filled with joy and love. and you will find yours.

Beautifully, I’ve just discovered the photographer has all of these images available on their website to view:

[Image description: Screenshot of a tweet by Twitter user “@HTHRFLWRS”, that says, “not nonbinary as in “add a third X gender marker to licenses” but nonbinary as in “remove all genders from licenses, holy shit why would you want a cop to know you’re trans” /end ID]

I'm gonna keep asking it: if the law is supposed to be the same regardless of gender, what is legal gender needed for if not treating people different based on their gender?

ooh rebloging for that last comment, so on point ily thank you

Look, I'm not a Yuri on Ice fan nor do I have a business degree. I understand that studio Mappa wants to produce more Shounen Jump properties because those are super profitable. I understand that.

But how in the fuck is it more profitable to cancel the Yuri on ice movie???

It was a cultural zeitgeist.

It breached containment from the anime community.

It's music was featured in the Olympics.

How in the fuck could it not be a profitable franchise????

Shoutout to all the artists on Tumblr who work on something for weeks and only get 4 notes

Shoutout to all the artists on Youtube who do amazing speedpaints and, if they’re lucky, will get 500 views

Shoutout to all underappreciated artists who do amazing work and receive no recognition

If a worker who isn't the owner says ANYTHING similar to "I'm not really supposed to do this but-" and then does something that helps you, under no circumstances inform the business, including through reviews. You tell them that the worker was polite, professional, the very model of customer service and why you like to go there. You do not breathe a word of the rulebreaking.