Pompeii. Inside gallery of the amphitheatre. 

Photography (2048 x 1536) by David Simington

the magnus archives but the cast just works at a mcdonalds

I??? I can't choose? Genuinely can't choose. Many of these would be so so so good for me in terms of sensory issues and other nd problems.

same but i chose the convo thing

i get SO bored

holy fuck this is hard

magical info gathering ability i guess

I chose volume because of my sensitivity to loud noises-

But yeah this was hard-

The Drug One. Side Effects are a thing of the Past, now.

fairytales which tell you to be both kind and clever fairytales that say to be kind is to be clever and to be clever is to be kind fairytales that say the cleverest thing you can ever do is choose kindness and that cruelty or thoughtlessness are always foolish but not kindness never kindness

you bring oil for the gate and food for the dog and clean out the oven and bake bread in it and the oven will hide you and the dog will not betray you and the gate will stay open for you and close on your pursuers, to be clever is just to know that if you are good in a world made of rules, goodness will be returned to you.

In [fairy tales], power is rarely the right tool for survival anyway. Rather the powerless thrive on alliances, often in the form of reciprocated acts of kindness —from beehives that were not raided, birds that were not killed but set free or fed, old women who were saluted with respect. Kindness sown among the meek is harvested in crisis.

— Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby

Something that gave H.P. Lovecraft nightmares is the work of my favorite artist. In "At the Mountains of Madness" he specifically mentions "the strange and disturbing Asian paintings of Nicholas Roerich."

This is what Roerich's paintings look like:

#hp lovecraft thought penguins were grotesque and horrifying#he was not a difficult man to frighten

Endlessly diabolical how you can't say words like rape and suicide uncensored without either being criticised by idiots or punished by conglomerates.

It's not r*pe, it's rape. It's not su*cide, it's suicide. Not unalive, dead. The backbone needs to be reintroduced en masse because softening the blow of these concepts with advertising language does absolutely nothing but allow people unaffected by them to feel not even a sting of what they can do, prompting inaction.

And it's been proven that on certain websites, you don't even face a repercussion for using the words as they are. People just started censoring themselves because they feared the potential lack of views and likes and followers which is so nasty itself.

car companies are sending hitmen after me because i figured out that if i fuck the exhaust pipe my car will give birth to a healthy litter of brand new baby cars. and i give them away for free

sure why not

dont care if i sound corny or cliche but to love and be loved back and not having to second guess where u stand in someones heart is such a warm and safe feeling & everyone should have the luxury and pleasure of having it always

“I don’t care about dumb weed jokes,” I said naively, before I saw this

This 420 is a palindrome!!!! 4/20/2024

It is!

Fanciulla Che Scrive (detail), c. 1874. Giovanni Spertini (Italian, 1821-1895)

"i hate small talk. you are a stranger. why the fuck would i want to talk about the weather with you"

i may be a deeply introverted and asocial individual, but even i recognize how many relationships have started with a single innocuous question, forged in the fire of an ember lit by humoring it with an answer.

humans make small talk, because small talk can grow.

"can i borrow your red?" without even thinking, you hand over a crayon. your peer smiles, missing the same tooth you are missing. you smile back, and you both talk about the tooth fairy. tomorrow, you each 'buy' one another's drawings, one fresh new quarter each.

"what's that on your keychain?" you look up, the face of a fellow teen peering over the back of the bus seat. you hesitate, suddenly worried you seem less mature than others in your grade, but you tell them it is something called a neopet. next week, you have accepted their friend request. you draw them art of their new shoyru, and they explain some basic coding to you to make your skeith's custom pet page 'pop' more.

"woah, what's with all the bananas?" someone chuckles as they take notice of your shopping cart. it is a bit silly, but you explain you're trying a new recipe, but are sure you are going to get it wrong many times, so you are doubling up on all the ingredients. the stranger admits they're not a great cook either. they tell you a story of when they set their dorm room on fire. you have also set something on fire, but it wasn't a dorm room. you playfully hint it was not an accident either. you recognize mischief in one another's eyes, but also, that it is something more than mischief. a year from now, while the two of you are no longer strangers, you will be standing side by side in the streets with your fists in the air in the name of one, tears in your eyes long before the canisters fall.

"i don't understand the appeal of this newfangled thing, do you?" as you glance to the bar TV to see what they are referring to, you tell them that you do. as luck would have it, you have a walked a path in life that lead you to understanding it. you offer to explain it, for it truly is not as strange, or even as newfangled as one would think. it has been five years, and while it's not all you do together, every friday you see one another for drinks. they are someone else, but the someone else is them, and they are happier than they have ever been. as are you. this particular friday, you have a ring in your pocket. part of them knows you do.

"how about this weather, huh?" for a moment, you do not look up. you do not speak. you are looking down at your plate. you are at the table of acquaintances, in their very own home. well, on their patio, rather. they are not your friends, per se, but you know their names and the creases on their faces. your face has creases too. it has been thirty five years, and that is a long time to see the same two people sit at the same two stools every weekend, only for one day, one of the stools is empty. however close or distant, everyone knows, and everyone feels the absence. and some have invited you over for dinner tonight. the wife is quite the cook. finally, you respond.

"sorry, what was that?"

"i said 'how about this weather,' it's been so nice lately, hasn't it?"

though your heart and bones are aching from the rain your joints now just know is coming, you smile.

"yes. yes it has."

“i said 'how about

this weather,’ it’s been so nice

lately, hasn’t it?”

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Jessie Arms Botke (American, 1883–1971) - White Peacock

in Disco Elysium I was expecting there to be some kind of “addiction mechanic” that would add a long-term downside to taking drugs, and was surprised not only by the absence of any such mechanic but also that the benefits of drugs greatly outweighed the cost. anyways fast forward to the late game and I was downing three bottles of pyrholidon and smoking an entire pack of cigarettes before attempting any check, and it was only then I realized there was in fact an addiction mechanic

honestly, i think this is why i like the way the game handles substances so much. when i was looking up playthroughs of disco elysium i stumbled across one subreddit thread where someone asked “gameplay wise, is there any point to staying sober?” and just looked at it. like, yeah. yeah, exactly. we know that harry often does drugs specifically so that he can take on a superhuman caseload - as he puts it to kim, to be a “really good detective”. it was so chilling to see a player asking the same exact question that harry would probably be asking himself. without an external punishment mechanic, without being heavy handed about it, and in a way that (as OP pointed out) is so natural as to be almost unnoticeable, it manages to put the player exactly in his shoes as a recovering (or not recovering) addict. it’s a really well-designed mechanic

“Things are harder without this substance, so there’s no reason for me to abstain” being a purely Player-Driven interaction is a phenomenal addiction mechanic. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.

Okay. Reblog this and tag with a numerical response for how many of these artists you listen to. It’s stereotypical “tumblr user” music.