I can't freaking believe that Osha's name is a reference to OSHA. I mean seriously it's awesome. OSHA is the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, which having MekMeks doing dangerous work only legally allowed for mechs is the absolute opposite of. And of course, the Nemoidians are the capitalist space pigs of this galaxy.
11 notes
·
View notes
HELLOOO?????????????????
THIS IS JASON IRL?????????? WHAT??????????? HELLO HELLO???? SPECIALLY THE 2ND PHOTO???
THAT'S HIM
12 notes
·
View notes
Episode 7 spoiler: Sebek and his grandfather but not really + wiki
Since Lilia dropped Sebek’s grandpa’s name…
バウル -> Bauru/Baur/Baul?
Of course I had to…
I’ll lose my mind if Sebek’s mom name is something similar to Ibero/Ibera etc. lol
98 notes
·
View notes
"Ugh, these character designs are so bad, they're boring ,and don't even make any sense!"
*changes the design into the most basic bland version possible*
"There, I fixed it for you 😘"
2 notes
·
View notes
Does anyone know why tumblr would hide a post that doesn’t go against community guidelines or anything like that? I legit just tried posting a gifset again and it’s completely invisible on my dash.
2 notes
·
View notes
if i see one more article, post, or news anchor talking about how joe biden is old, i'm putting my fist through a window. i feel like i've gone through the fucking looking glass.
this is project 2025, trump's plan for what he'll do if elected. whatever you think is in there, it's worse. watch a breakdown of the highlights here. this man wants to unravel the fabric of our democracy for good - this all aside from his vitriolic hatred of poc, his determination to start ww3, and the fact that he can't string a sentence together without telling outrageous and easily verifiable lies. his administration will start their crusade to exterminate trans people on day one, and they won't stop there.
do not talk to me about how joe biden is old, as if that could ever matter to me more than my life or the lives of my friends and family. my little sister is 14, she's trans, and i don't know what to tell her when we talk about politics, because one of these people wants her dead and the other one is old and some of you are still acting like those problems are equals.
i can't fucking stand this. i'm not hearing it this time, we are not repeating 2016. refusing to vote is not an act of protest, it is an act of complacency, and our most vulnerable will suffer for your negligence. vote like your life depends on it, because for some of us, it really fucking does.
26K notes
·
View notes
at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
18K notes
·
View notes
also what the fuck is with the loss of functionality on things?? I was gonna play a cd in the car only to realize THERE IS NO CD DRIVE. THERE IS NO CD DRIVE, IN THE CAR. No radio either, i believe. What world are we living in right now. i cannot write into words how weird that is.
I also went to a Walmart recently to grab a book, but i detoured and went to peruse the laptops because maybe it would be nice to have a new, faster one. NONE OF THEM HAD A CD/DVD DRIVE. NONE OF THEM HAD MORE THAN 2 USB PORTS. WHAT? Im not even sure if they had a headphone port. Im going to maul shit apart.
WHY? WHAT could you possibly be replacing with those that would take THAT MUCH functionality away?? I dont want to stream shit i want to listen to the physical i bought to OWN. without ads. Because i OWN the cd and i PAID for it. I DONT NEED A LAPTOP THATS 2 INCHES THICK WHEN CLOSED BECAUSE I DONT CARE?? Thats what specialized THIN ones are for, for people who need them, but where the hell are the chunker ones that can actually do things????? THEYRE ALL DEVOID OF ANYTHING AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!! IM GONNA FREAK OUT!!!!!
2K notes
·
View notes