foot palace

chai-spiciest:

frightnight-1985:

newtgeiszler:

i’m a simple man. i see a female character with short hair, i say, that’s a trans guy

op kill yourself challenge

If she doesn’t kill herself I’ll do it for her

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come and find me i’ll dm you my address faggot

batmanshole:

i cant breathe he just kept on fucking talking

dsgustng:

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Don’t think I’ve updated my alien collection for a while

drchucktingle:

what did you create today bud? maybe you created a thought about a balloon? maybe a breakfast this morning? maybe a look at a dog trotting by. maybe a heartbeat? it is incredible how much art you are making all the dang time. you are SO prolific

clowniconography:

clowniconography:

*listens to a song about a cat that changes color* oooh what a sweet song about…the seasons? i think? *looks it up and learns that its actually referencing an idea proposed by two philosophers in the 80s about genetically engineering cats that change color when they get too near radiation so that future humans will have an easy way too know when a place is too dangerous to habitate* oh! okay

i still think about this a lot because even though it is just a thought experiment i never really see it brought up with other thought experiments about deterring humans from nuclear waste sites, when a lot of those discussions center around resisting the innate human urge to explore any place that’s well hidden and hard to get to, and this idea instead is like. what if we stopped trying to resist one aspect of human nature and instead try to compliment another. what if we gave them an animal to help them and a song to remember instead. the song is “10,000-year earworm to discourage settlement bear nuclear waste repositories” and the thought experiment is “the ray cat solution” btw

rubybelladonna:

that’s just how the cookie bustles

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hufflefluffles:

I got a marketing email from hobbycraft to say that they’re now selling plush pumpkins ahead of halloween

so of course I went to the website, which led me to this delightful photo series showing the different sizes available:

Three photos of the same black man, holding a series of plush pumpkins. The first pumpkin (labelled small) fits within the palm of his hand, and he is looking down delighted by the tiny pumpkin. The second pumpkin (labelled medium) is still hand sized, and he is looking at the camera with a smile. The third pumpkin (labelled large) is balanced on his hand to the side, and he is looking at it in amusementALT
Two more photos of the same man holding larger plush pumpkins. The first (labelled XL) is cradled in both hands in front of his chest, and he is looking down at the pumpkin. The second (labelled XXL) covers about half his chest, and is being held out in front of him with a happy/excited look on his faceALT

I love and support this man and his pumpkin collection

rthko:

The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it’s not “for her,” but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they’re enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato’s cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn’t immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn’t do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn’t last, which made them cherish each other’s touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

gallusrostromegalus:

reversedumbrella:

reversedumbrella:

reversedumbrella:

i’ve just had a terrible idea

i present to you the mona lisa:

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ok so, for the last few hours i’ve been making this code that organizes the colors in drawings:

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(mostly @metukika’s bc her works look really dope and i don’t have many like that ;_;)

and these things feel like something that would be sold as a “deconstruction of classical paintings” like the “the kiss” by Klimt, “starry night” by Van Gogh or “Girl with a pearl earing” by vermeer

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i can imagine going to an art gallery and finding stuff like this, made by someone who thinks they are so so smart

Ok but this is actually phenomenally cool OP, and a terrific tool for explaining some of the weirder aspects of color theory, especially how to translate color from traditional media to digital.

I’m working on the teaching plan for a digital painting class I’m going to pitch to my illustration school, and I was wondering if you had something I could use to show this concept to the class? (In exchange for full credit and money of course)

falderaletcetera:

zwoelffarben:

the-real-seebs:

youremysunshine8:

depsidase:

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Ok I love this???

“baptise me in hot dog water”

Hot dog water - there’s a Tumblr post out there I’ve seen saying hot dog water is the opposite of holy water, due to the fact that a single drop of it will contaminate what it touches. I assume this was partly inspired by this allusion but who knows for sure.

Also the the idea of holy water as inhuman and cleaning vs hot dog water as the remains of feeding someone - often a child - and entirely human. It may be dirty and I do not want it on me but God hot dog water has some memories. You will not wash away my sins. They’re mine. Also, anyone can make hot dog water but holy water is refined, restricted (yes anyone can make it in an emergency but lay people are restricted from it)

“you and I both know”

Unlike baptism for babies, this one is done between two people who are both aware of what is happening. The one receiving the baptism gives the orders about what they want to happen. The giver and receiver are portrayed as equals. They are equally aware of their humanity.

“the holy stuff won’t take”

Ooof heartbreaking, amazing line. Raises so many questions. What does it mean when the water “takes”? What has the receiver done that makes them unfit for holy water? Or, what has the holy water done that makes it to weak to help, to be a part of your life?

The poem as a whole - I love the lack of capitalization. It adds a sort of intimacy to the poem, and the statement from the speaker. The high words “baptise” and “holy” being offset by “take” and “hot dog”. Also “hot dog water” vs “holy stuff.” The cadence! I would lick it.

I love the serious analysis, and I think I find it persuasive.

This also sheds a lot of light on some plot points in Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated.

Not to turn this into another house full of chintz, but I'mma fuck this poem on the floor.

Meter

There are two readings of the poem’s meter that I immediately identify, the first is how I’d want to read it, and the second is how a normal person would probably read it, but both make the same point.

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In my interpretation (left), the first line is four wholely irregular feet: an iamb into a dibrach into two trochees; The second line is two trouches into a hanging stressed syllable; And the third line is three iambs.

In the more normal interpretation(right), the first line and second line are six trochees all together plus that hanging syllable in ‘knowing’ which transitions the poem to iambic trimeter.

And look at the interesting result of that laid bare:

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In English poetry there’s a tradition, all other things being equal, that iambs are considered the sophisticated foot with trochees often being contrasted as the vulgar or common foot.

The vulgar in specificity “hot dog water” is put in trochee, while the respectably vague “the holy stuff” is afforded iambs. Without the poet having thought of the stress things the pattern actively, this incapulation of the English poetic tradition is astounding. Especially when you consider the

Chiasmus

Chiasmus is a figure of rhetorical construction, in which two pairs of ideas are laid across each other, A B B A. It’s one of the more popular figures of rhetoric and if you’re looking for it you’ll see it everywhere.

In the most literal sense, it’s about repetition; but, you can apply it more liberally to ideas, thoughts, or in this case, parts of speech:

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The nouns and verb pairs in the first and third lines crossover each other. They are in chiasmus. Structurally, the inversion makes the poem feel more solid, while still furthering emphasizing the contrast between the idea of hot dog water and the holy stuff.

Opening with a command and closing with a result.

further thoughts on meaning: as someone most familiar with adult baptisms, “you and I both know” feels like two people sharing a secret, something private and perhaps even shameful - baptisms typically take place in front of a congregation, they’re a community event, but this is more of a quiet covenant.

and yes, an adult baptism is meant to be a covenant between that person and god (at least I think), but this is between two people. human and mundane, like the hot dog water.

fairycosmos:

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horrifically real

gooompy:

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convergent Rotom species! instead of a little plasma ball inhabiting electric appliances its a more classic tsukumogami inspired thingy that possesses non-electric objects