#but I have thoughts so many thoughts

[spicyicymeloncat]

Incoming ramble about general internet discourse…

I feel like accepting that you were wrong is seen as a punishment when really it should be seen as an acknowledgment of a fact. People treat discourse as some sort of game and the more problematic you are, the more you’ve lost the game, and the more morally right you are than other people means you’re winning. But not how it works. Internet culture treats discourse like it’s a fight against cancel culture and big internet celebs, and there’s no regard for the nuance of who’s actually right or who’s actually been hurt in this.

Imo discourse and internet squabbles should be about informing people of what they have done wrong and how they can make it better. And being informed that you can make mistakes and hurt people, and doing your best to amend that. There’s this weird notion that nothing on the internet can be changed because people will remember and dig up forever and that apologies only exist to get something back from. Some people only make apologies just to win back fans and some people can never accept apologies or attempts to do better bc it’s hard to know when something is genuine. And people don’t seem to know how to make mistakes and make up for those mistakes or to accept when someone else has made a mistake. It’s like we’re allergic to flaws even though we know everyone has them and so we spend pointless time arguing whether those flaws even exist when they do. Because we also don’t seem to know change and growth also exist

I think people should try to apologise and support others anyways and should focus on bettering themselves for themselves and whilst it’s hard if large parts of your life is intwined with media, even reliant, on the internet the only person who’s mind you can change is your own.

Internet mobs will be like "why doesnt anyone just ADMIT when theyre WRONG anymore??!!" and then treat someone like they deserve the death penalty because they said something off-colour on twitter when they were 14

No one will admit that they were wrong if you treat being wrong like its an eternal indictment against them with no chance for rehabilitation

[fairiesthrum]

reader who can’t stand satoru but then he gets hit by a curse that turns him into a cat. you find him, to his dismay, and take him home, only for him to realize how different you are when he isn’t around to pester you.

at first, he causes a lot of trouble. breaking things in your house, tearing up the pillows. he just wants to be a human again, but nobody can understand him! but you still take care of him and coddle him no matter how much trouble he causes, so different from how people treat him normally, as if he were a nuisance (which he kind of was on purpose). and he finds himself falling for you without realizing it.

so he stops being a bad cat, steadily losing hope that he’ll ever be human again. and satoru would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy how you stroked him while you read a book or let him sleep beside you at night. maybe it wasn’t so bad? so he decided then if he was going to be just a cat, he was fine with being your cat.

the higher-ups had taken note of his absence, obviously, and he only knows cause you’ve mentioned it to him. you had this endearingweird quirk where you’d talk to him as if he were a real person.

throughout his stay in your home as a house pet, satoru finds out a lot about you. you’ve always kept to yourself, but you vent your frustrations out to him while he’s like this, and he offers his comfort the best he can. which you appreciate, rewarding him with kisses that he secretly enjoys.

once he turns human again, by some miracle, his first thought is to go and find you. and when he does, you give him the cold shoulder like you used to, and it surprises him. before he realizes that, ah, he wasn’t your pet anymore. he was gojo satoru.

satoru realizes his feelings for you in that moment. when he feels the ache in his chest from your dismissive behavior, it leads him to starting his most important mission yet—winning your heart once more.

but this time, it’ll be as a person, not a damn cat.

[dilfslayer1080p]

"he died for our wins" - 2024, LIDL Oil paint on LIDL canvas

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

[brucie-baby]

the fact that alfred was the one to put up jason's memorial is so important to me

[paintedcrows]

Gravity Text Post (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

[jeanivere]

arthur morgan tiddies and tummy thats all im gonna say

[voltaical-art]

HE WAS SEVENTEEN. AGHHH ULDER WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU

[clarisse-doodles]

inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is

[canisalbus]

Stress management Machete doodles.

[museaway]

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[menlove]

the problem w modern sci fi is there's no camp. would you ever see a man dressed like this in 2024 star trek? no

a woman dressed like this?

what about these guys?

what about this crime?

meanwhile modern trek just looks like this

WHERE is the cunt! the camp! the garish colors!

[ssalballoon]

Mystra showed him the secrets beneath the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. 'Chosen One' she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.

poor gale :'(

- the dialogue is from ea gale's explanation about his folly

- i kinda like that she ended up looking like a mother-of-pearl inlay lacquerware!

- oh this was a subconscious choice, but Gale is sitting in seiza which is a posture for showing respect especially to elders. it's also known to be a painful position to sit in for extended periods of time, which is why it was sometimes used as a method of (morally dubious) punishment. however, experienced people can maintain this posture for much longer. food for thought :-)

- (edit: deleted this point bcs it didn't really make sense + detracted from the art a little;;)

[blueboyluca]

“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”

— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Soup solves everything.

[soaked-doors]

pov the reaper that’s dragging away your boyfriends soul says something so freedomphobic you hit his corpse with the nika stare