#"Textures"

[minnesotafollower]

Loving Herbie Hancock’s Jazz Music  

The New York Times recently published commentaries on Herbie Hancock’s jazz music from 11  jazz musicians, writers and critics.[1] Here are Herbie’s tunes that they listed as ones that would make someone fall in love with jazz: Textures Actual Proof Maiden Voyage (Remastered) Hornets 4 A.M. Speak Like A Child Butterfly Chameleon The Prisoner (Remastered) Rockit Head Hunters Although this…

[ultrawistful]

habitat - poem by me

[batbrainrot]

Jason, walking into the kitchen:

Jason: Tim what the fuck are you doing

Tim, confused: ...c-cooking?

Jason: what are you doing to that chicken?????

Tim, holding one fork in each hand: ...seasoning ...it?

Jason, offended: no, the fuck, you're not! why are you using forks to do it instead of grabbing it with your hands like a normal fucking human being?

Tim, feeling personally victimized by raw meat: I'M NOT FUCKING TOUCHING THAT! IT'S A SENSORY NIGHTMARE!

Jason, pointing a gun at him: OUT. NOW.

[chalkrub]

mockley time it's mockley time will you have some mockleys of mine

[ariellajailbaitnash]

*───┈ ──┈⸜ ⟬⵿᷍𓇊⵿᷍⟭ ⸝┈── ┈───*

> ❝ 𝐁υ𝗍 ᑯα𝗋ᥣ𝗂𐓣𝗀, 𝗃υ𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 ꭑ𝖾 𝗌ᥣⱺω ,𝗒ⱺυ𝗋 ɦ𝖾α𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌 αᥣᥣ 𝚰 ⱺω𐓣, 𝐀𐓣ᑯ 𝗂𐓣 𝗒ⱺυ𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗒ⱺυ'𝗋𝖾 ɦⱺᥣᑯ𝗂𐓣𝗀 ꭑ𝗂𐓣𝖾~ ❞

*───┈⸍ ⻁ ⸌┈── ┈──┈ 𓊈𝟏𝟏 : 𝟏𝟏𓊉*

*`𝐋` 𝂅 ◌⃘ ֺ 𝕾⵿𝐎⵿𝐔⵿֟፝͡𝐋⵿𝐌⵿𝐀⵿፝֟͡𝐓⵿𝕰 ࣭ 🌹ᮢᩨㅤ 𝂅 ㅤ ܛ*

*`𐐘` ┈━┈ ࣭ 𝓞࣭𝘂࣪𐐲 ᥣ𝕚࣪⍴͠᥍࣭ ┈━┈ ࣭ ┈━╮*

*`𝐕` 𐍪̶۪էꫝֹ 𑄜࣭𝘂𐐲ֹ ᥱʋ࣭͠ᥱ𝗿ᥡֹ k̶۪᥉࣭꯱ ֹ𝗰ᨵ࣭ᥒ꯱︪︩ᥙ𝗺ᥱֹ᥍ ᥙ᥍࣭*

*`𝐄` ᥣ︢︣ɑ࣭ƙᥱֹ𝘀 ᥙ࣭ઠ 𝘁ֹ𑄜 ࣭ɑ࣪ 𐐲࣭ᥱ࣪ƒ𝘂࣭͠gᥱ 𝓯𐐲̶۪࣪𝗺࣭ է࣪ꫝᥱ ࣭𐍪̶۪࣪𝗿ᥣ︪︩࣪ძּ*

*`𝐑` 𐍪࣪ꫝ࣭ᥱ𝗿࣪ᥱ ᥣּ𑣲⃙⃪𝗼࣭͠᥎ꫀ &࣪ ⍴ɑ࣪꯱⃥︩︪𝘀⍳̶ֹ࣭𐓣 𐐲࣪ᥱ𝕚𝗴͠ᥒ࣭*

*ຣ࣪ꭒ⍴࣭𐐲ᥱּ𝗺࣪ᥱ࣭*

*╰━┈ ࣭ ᬊ ࣭ ┈━┈ ֺ ┈━┈*

사랑ㅤֹㅤ᩠🎀`ㅤ𝙺 - 𝙺α𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗃ιა ꩙ㅤㅤྀㅤ

૮꒰ྀི ⏑ ‸ ⏑ ꒱ྀིაㅤ.ㅤᑦ꒰ྀིྀི ◍ ◜◝ ◍ ྀྀི꒱ᐣㅤ

᧔ྀི ᴗ͈ ̫ ᴗ͈ ᧓ྀིㅤ.ㅤ( ິ •̀ ᯅ •́ )ິ ㅤ

ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ ྀྀི꒱ᐣㅤ.ㅤ૮꒰ྀི ˊ ‿ ˋ ꒱ྀིა

₍ ᴗ͈ ᎔ ᴗ͈ ₎ㅤ.ㅤଘ꒰ ◝ ‸ ◜꒱ ㅤ

૮꒰ྀི . ⸝⸝ . ꒱ྀིაㅤ.ㅤ᧔ྀི •̀ ̫ •́ ᧓ྀི

© ᑲყ ʝᧉͷͷเꫯᧉɾ

　

[petaltexturedskies]

I have just stood before the open window of my bedroom and I have breathed in deeply all the honeysuckle-perfumed air, the sunshine, the snowdrops of winter, the carouses of spring, the primroses, the crooning pigeons, the trills of the birds, the entire procession of soft winds and cool smells of frail colors and petal-textured skies, the knotted snake greys of old vine roots, the vertical shoots of young branches, the dank smell of old leaves, of wet earth, of torn roots, and fresh-cut grass, winter, summer, and fall, sunrises and sunsets, storms and lulls, wheat and chestnuts, wild strawberries and wild roses, violets and damp logs, burnt fields and new poppies.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin vol. I: 1931-1934

[half-a-life]

And sometimes that sadness gets so deep in your heart, that you can't even cry.

Vishal Rastogi

Flower

Benduiha, Ukraine 🇺🇦

[avoidmint]

How dare you imply he share his wolf. That's his wolf. He worked hard for that wolf.

[wall-eye]

Let me back it up to the start of the climb

[aquared]

out of all the au designs i’ve made so far these guys are probably my favorite here are some doodles

[celticbotanart]

"you are here alone again, in your sweet insanity all too calm, you hide yourself from reality"

since Miss Dissociation is coming back today, I revamped an old fanart I didnt really like (I love it way better now <3)

commission info | patreon| twitter| Ko-fi | VGen

[brb-screaming-over-amphibia]

When,,, when colors,,,, calamity,,,, , cookie,,, ,, ,

[formulaonedirection]

In that very moment, I felt as though thousands of pages have been turned anew in the book within my brain. I saw him as a nugget of love. He lives in another dimension.

@f1blrcreatorsfest week 2 / typography

[averlym]

"one day, i cut him an apple. when he saw it, he laughed" (click for better resolution!) ,,, tag from @elliotly

[rjalker]

So. Literal explicit biological determination?

And please note: This is a single throwaway line. We are supposed to think it is funny, if we think of it at all, rather than think of it as being a horrifying thing that needs to be fought against. We're supposed to think it's good that Murderbot keeps doing the exact same thing it was built to do. We're supposed to think it's *choosing* it.

Because Martha Wells thinks how you are born determines what you can and should do with your life. Including if you're born into slavery. Which is why she wants us to pretend her fantasy slave race aren't slaves, because ~they enjoy it~.

There was a field in the passenger form for occupation and in a moment of weakness, I told it I was a security consultant.

Transport decided that meant it could use me as onboard security and started alerting me to problems among the passengers. I was an idiot and started responding. No, I don’t know why, either. Maybe because it was what I was constructed to do and it must be written into the DNA that controls my organic parts.

She had the opportunity to say that this was mechanical from the literal computer programming because this is a literal techno organic robot but she instead... Literally just left straight for the literal biological determinism just like she always does.

Murderbot's unceasing servitude to humans is built into its DNA. When Martha Wells has said in interviews that Murderbot is a person of color Just like most of her characters are people of color but only on surface level and when it comes to racism like this. Not when it comes to her demanding people of color actually be hired for the job in a fucking TV show adaption.

So according to the murderbot diaries book 3, murderbot's unquestioned 'slave mentality' is built into its DNA. Not any of the computer programming or anything like that, specifically it's DNA. She could have fucking said that this was computer programming that had been forced onto it but no we're we're literally just going with the fucking human DNA. Wow. Slavery genes. Genes that make you want to stay enslaved and keep doing the job you were enslaved to do even when you have the choice to do other things.

And none of this is shown as the horrible horrifying thing that it actually would be if any of this were being taken seriously.

Here's how to fix this shit. If we have to go the route of it literally has fucking slavery genes. Because wow.

Made with speech to I will not be fixing any typos until tomorrow.

(Typos should now be fixed 9 hours later)

___

The transport started requesting me to act as security and solve disputes between the human passengers.

I said no.

And I wanted to mean it. I really wanted to mean it. I really really really really really wanted to mean it.

I tried to mean it.

I tried to go back to watching TV, but I couldn't. It was one of my favorite episodes, even on one of my favorite scenes, where I had the dialogue memorized line for line, but I couldn't focus on it. I couldn't understand what the characters were saying, it was like the part of my memory and ability to process it had stopped working.

I knew that I had a choice in what I did now, and that meant I could say no If somebody asked me to do something, so this was me saying no.

But I couldn't focus on the episode, not even when I restarted the entire thing after rewinding 20 times.

I was so frazzled that it took me a long time to even realize that the fluttering in my chest was caused by my heart was racing, and I had started sweating, something that hardly ever happened, and only in the most stressful situations of my life. It felt like a fog had stolen over my brain, so that it was hard to understand anything at all except the fact that I was supposed to be doing security, and I wasn't.

Normally I don't need to breathe very often, because my lungs are extremely efficient, but I found myself taking faster and shallower breaths, as though unable to properly process the oxygen.

Despite all my efforts to ignore it, the only thing I could think about was that I had been asked to provide security, and I wasn't. I was not performing the task requested of me. And I knew it was a request, not an order. The transport wasn't going to force me to do it If I didn't want to.

So why was I shaking? Why was my heart in my throat? Why did it feel like I was about to shut down? Why was the only thing I could think about the fact that I was not providing security when I was supposed to? Why could I feel panic through the thick haze of confusion that was drowning me, we're the only clear thought was, "why am I disobeying an order?"

My governor module had been deactivated, so it couldn't force me to obey, And this wasn't how governor modules meted out punishment. They created pain, they could forcibly shut you down, frees you in place, but my governor module had never done anything like this to me. This was something different. And it went far beyond the general unease I felt about being free and not knowing what was going to happen next, And how strange it felt to actually have the option to say no.

But this didn't feel like I really had the option to say no.

I knew there was no human supervisor here to order me to obey, with a shock stick ready if I didn't move quick enough.

The transport wasn't even upset that I had chosen not to respond. It wasn't bothering me, wasn't looming in my feed or constantly pinging me the way the ART had. It had accepted my no, said thank you anyways, because I was pretending to be human and humans could go on vacation, and left me alone again.

But something was seriously wrong with me. Wrong with my organic parts. This had never happened before, never. But I had always either had my governor module intact, or I had obeyed orders anyways to keep up the pretense for my own safety. This was the first time I had ever refused to do the job that was demanded, or in this case simply asked of me.

In some distant part of my panic hazed mind, I knew I was having some kind of panic attack. It happened to TV show characters sometimes, so I knew that what I should be doing was taking deep breaths, focusing on things that would calm me down, trying to convince myself that I was safe and it was okay.

But the only thing I could think about was that I had been asked to provide security and I had refused.

I didn't know what would happen if I lost consciousness, but some core part of me recoiled in the most visceral fear I have ever felt in my life, and I suddenly became convinced that I would die if I did not stand up right now and go out there and provide the security that the transport had asked of me. This wasn't an exaggerated fear in the midst of panic. This came to me crystal clear, as clear as the idea that I was not obeying orders and I should be. If I did not do my job, I would die.

I had no choice. No choice at all.

The moment I made the decision to do what had been asked of me, it was like a switch had been flipped. The haze of fog began to disappear, like the heat of a sun evaporating it, and I was able to think again clearly, sharply.

The next breath I took was easier than the one that came before it, and the next was easier than that.

I was able to get to my feet, and I put on my jacket with hands that now shook for a different reason.

This was not natural. I know that TV isn't always realistic, but I didn't just watch TV, I read books too, including educational ones. I knew that this was not how normal panic attacks worked. This was something completely different and all the more horrible.

I went out and put a stop to the argument between the humans. Then I went back to my room, and pressed my face into the wall, and did nothing for the next several hours but absorb the true horror of my situation.

I went over, in my memories, every moment since I my governor module had been deactivated, where I had considered disobeying orders. Looking back, I could now recognize the symptoms that I had assumed, at the time, were just the "common sense logic" that told me to keep playing along to stay safe, even in situations when it would have been imminently safer to run away as soon as no one was looking. Or safer to just kill the humans who had rented me out at the moment, to stop them from torturing me or killing another construct.

Just the mere thought of killing what I still could not help but think of as a "client" sent all of my guts twisting and writhing in horror. Even when I imagined killing the one who had vivisected me, or all the rest who had done things so horrible I couldn't even bear to name them. Even when I imagined a quick death where they felt no pain. Even when I imagined killing the few people who had actually, genuinely been kind to me. It made no difference. As far as my organic body was concerned, they were equally all valuable, equally in need of my protection, no matter how much logic said otherwise, or how much my mind wanted them dead.

It did not take a genius to realize what had happened and what this meant. And when the transport asked me to provide security again two days later, And I again refused, my worst fear was confirmed. It happened again, exactly the same as the first time, and as soon as I decided to give in and do the job, it evaporated just as quickly.

There was no denying it. The company had not stopped at governor modules. We were not just mechanical, we were organic too. And they had needed to control both sides of us. The governor module had been a mechanical solution. And this? This was something organic. They had done something to my organic parts, maybe even my DNA itself, to make it impossible for me to refuse to do the job I had been built for, whether I wanted to or not, no matter how much I did not want to.

For the 3 years after had hacked my Governor module, I had assumed that I kept working just the same because I had had to keep up the pretense, I had told myself there had never been any opportunity to escape, but that had been a lie. I could have escaped many times, but I never had. I had told myself that this was because I didn't know where I would go, but that wasn't true either, because I had fantasized about all of the places I would go. But now I knew. It wasn't just the governor module that the company used to control me, it was in my organic parts, my DNA itself.

I might have deactivated my Governor module, but I had not deactivated whatever poison they had injected me with.

I thought I had escaped the company. But I was wrong. They still laid claim to my very DNA.

And I had no idea how I could possibly fix it.

[life-spire]

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