#like a shoebox or something?

[sheliesshattered]

somehow, I don't know how, but somehow sewing machines always know when you're nearly done with a project and pick that exact moment to throw a hissy fit

[dont-read-this-im-dead]

Guys, I did a thing. I got a canvas, right? And it looks like a rainbow.

EXCEPT. When you zoom in!

You have baby CRANES!

My sister's BF is an artist, so I thought he might appreciate an artistic Christmas gift, but this is literally the first draft. Part of me thinks it's cool, but also, I think it's stupid, and that I need to never do art stuff again.

Your thoughts?

[meirimerens]

hello!

have you ever thought about selling an artbook maybe..? (:

hiiii

& while i'm flattered you'd even consider my art worthy of being bound and sold for real I'll Keep It 100 it would not be for anytime soon. i feel my art currently going through a growth spurt that comes with growing pains which i'm not particularly keen in putting money & resources into putting on paper. making an artbook also demands resources, materials & money (and/or money for the materials,...) which i don't have and likely will not be able to spare the expense of for the next 3 perhaps 5 years so. I've Thought About It. but it is absolutely not a short-term/current plan. one day............ maybe.

[snoozingbear]

i saw this essay or article or something about rapid information and how we have become obsessed not with actually knowing things but just learning and consuming information for the dopamine release but now i can't find it or remember when or where i saw it and its making me sooo mad

[made-nondescript]

with all due respect no neurotypical person cares about minecraft youtubers as much as you do

HELP??

[onyxisnotuniqueenough]

guys you can't read fanfic about spider-punk or listen to the clash, the ramones or whoever and be sad that you can't buy stuff from boycotted brands this is you using your consumer powers to make a change DON'T SUCCUMB TO NEEDS SOCIETY CONVINCED YOU HAD!! TO CRAVINGS THEY TRICKED YOU INTO GETTING!!!! MAKE THAT FUCKING BURGER YOURSELF!!!! MAKE THAT DRINK YOURSELF!!!! GET THAT FUCKING IPHONE ON FACEBOOK MARKETPLACE OR SOMETHING!!!! LEARN TO MAKE YOUR OWN DEODORANT AND SHAMPOO FROM SCRATCH!!!!!! GROW VEGETABLES ON YOUR FUCKING WINDOW SILL!!!!!!!

IT'S BY CHIPPING AWAY AT IT THAT WE'LL TEAR DOWN CAPITALISM!!!

[itwoodbeprefect]

i have approximately a million questions about what's going on here. i haven't watched this episode in a very long time so at first i thought the pizza box was empty and that's why he's annoyed when he ALMOST closes the fridge (not fully, just sort of… almost. which already gets me a little unsettled because he's just blasting his own bare legs with cold air) but that's not it so i guess he's just upset that he only has a quarter of an old pizza in his fridge? (even though there seem to be a lot of assorted containers that i would assume contain something?) but then he takes it and i think he's going to throw it out, and then it slips onto the floor and he gingerly picks it up like it might be bad so i REALLY think he's going to throw it out, and then instead…….. he puts it in the oven. in the cardboard box. (which by the way is entirely white, no logos, which is a whole different line of questioning i'll graciously swerve for the time being, but huh.) IN A CARDBOARD BOX. i mean, the way he's walking around in his bathrobe looking in the fridge and not wanting anything from the fridge but then taking the cold pizza anyway and dropping it to the floor and then still deciding to EAT IT already sort of implies that this is hutch in his depression era (an idea further solidified when the Woman Of The Episode shows up at his door and he turns out to have clothes strewn everywhere across the room, which he frantically starts picking up the moment there's someone around to judge him) but pUTTING A CARDBOARD BOX in the OVEN sort of gives the impression that he's just straight up trying to burn his house down. what is this. PLEASE let starsky take you to a questionable hotdog/spaghetti place, because i'm pretty sure they'd be serving safer (and more) food than this. (and then of course there's the moment of delighted horror i felt when he does receive his female guest and he's like oh, are you hungry, i just put a pizza in the oven here. HUTCH. you dropped that pizza on the floor, it's about to catch fire, and it's at best one slice for both of you. i know ubereats wasn't a thing yet but c'mon, like… i'm sure huggy is always up for a new lucrative business idea. starsky probably doesn't want you to starve and would bring you food if you promised to try his latest favorite hamburger place. you LIVE OVER A RESTAURANT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING.)

[nine-fingered-entity]

annoying myself into working on this knitting project i dislike (stripes. stripes were a mistake) by putting on my desk in the Way so i will work on it so i can someday finish and get it Out of the Way. follow me for more productivity hacks.

[steelycunt]

scrolling through my tagged for me tag like someone venturing into the attic of their childhood home and sifting through a shoebox of precious old keepsakes

[murdermost-foul]

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[deathbypixelz]

I was gonna leave this in the tags but that got really inconvenient, so:

I agree with all of this. For your own safety, you should really assume any mammal acting weird has rabies.

BUT. I WANTED TO ADD. AS A CONSERVATIONIST AND ZOOLOGY STUDENT. Sometimes mammals are genuinely just injured or sick with something else. Personally, I'd leave it to its fate if it's something non-native to the area. But if it is native, and especially if it's a threatened species, then I would really encourage people to call a wildlife rehab center or the DNR or animal control (try the other two first though, imo) so they can get it the help it needs. They know what they're doing. If it IS rabies after all, they can kill the mammal before it can spread it to anything else. If it isn't, then hopefully they can rehab it. Because, hey, we're in the middle of the sixth mass extinction, and it is worth at least trying to help animals in those sorts of situations.

Also sometimes wild mammals are just more comfortable around people because they live in a densely-populated area and are desensitized (e.g. the population of squirrels on my uni's campus). But as people have said in the comments, rabid mammals often fall into the uncanny valley. Trust your instincts. We've evolved specifically to pick up on these sorts of things, because our lives depend on it. If it lives in a population center but seems wrong, if it lives away from people and is too friendly, assume it's rabies and stay the fuck away. And call the DNR or animal control so they can put it down.

Basically I wanted to say: yes for the love of fucking god do not approach random mammals acting weird or friendly. But don't assume every mammal acting strangely has the Absolute Nightmare Disease that is rabies, because it could - IT MIGHT - be rehabbed, if it's something else.

That said: Just assume it's rabies to begin with. Keep your distance, and call someone who knows what they're doing. And vaccinate your fucking pets. And if you do get bit or scratched by a wild mammal or feral cat/dog/etc., GO TO THE FUCKING DOCTOR and get rabies shots, because you can only treat it if you're fast.

Cartoons messed people up on what rabies looks like. Ppl think of a rabid animal and assume it's always snarling and frothing at the mouth and ready to attack. Rabid animals can appear really friendly because they lose human fear and they might approach you supposedly looking for food. It might look like a deer stumbling in circles and limping and falling over as if it's injured and disoriented. Might looks like a fox repeatedly trying and failing to stumble to its feet and unable to pick its head up. Their brains are melting. They might seem angry but they might also seem confused or injured or in need. But if you try to help that injured crying fox you could end up getting bit by an animal that's basically already dead and then your brain will melt too

[mako-island-moon-pool]

Why am I flipping tf out over my roommate going into my room when I wasn't home and leaving a package on my bed it's literally not a big deal and they were trying to be helpful but I am shaking right now I should be happy I got my new favorite shirt but I'm so angry

[shoeboxgoblin]

"i don't really ship the most popular ship in this fandom, I just don't see it!"

Good for you 👍🏻

[snoozingbear]

started crying on my walk to work today because i was thinking too hard about how much i love rothko paintings

[mortalityplays]

there's something I find really instructive about the whole thing with the columnist who was scammed into handing over her savings in a shoebox, that I haven't seen many people talk about.

plenty of people have justifiably laughed at her credulity for just accepting that she was dealing with the cia and doing whatever they said, and she mentions herself in the article the sense of crushing mortification that she was so ready to bow to any perceived authority. other people have discussed the value of the piece being its "it could happen to anyone" message, coming from a financial analyst who has written about avoiding scams, which is fine and does have value.

but what I find fascinating is the way it illustrates the secret power of a good scam artist or charismatic leader: they don't have to look or sound convincing to 99% of observers. they just have to be talented at picking up on the specific cues that work on one person. this is why they move so quickly to isolate their targets from everyone around them, and maintain intense pressure with ticking clocks and regular check-ins. the scam is not designed to hold up under even 5 minutes of close scrutiny, it's designed to bypass scrutiny by hitting emotional buttons on a specific individual. the stupider you feel after you cool off, the better they've done their job.

anyone interested in charismatic manipulation, whether scams, cults, or abusive relationships, has heard people say "I'd never fall for something like that". and every victim, in retrospect, says "I never thought I'd fall for something like that". there is no special pattern of stupidity, intelligence, vulnerability or confidence. the pattern is that the perpetrator recognises a thought or behaviour characteristic they can take advantage of. they're the ones selecting you. and that's why teaching people the underlying social mechanics of charismatic abuse is more effective than telling them about lists of individual scams to watch out for. the thing that works on you won't look like anything you've scoffed at, by nature. survival bias plane dot jpeg.

[readwritealldayallnight]

You haven’t noticed him yet.

Lost in the words printed on the pages, you haven’t glanced up from your book since Simon stepped out of the shower, peeking at your figure through the window panes.

You’re out on the small, cramped balcony of your shared London flat, curled into yourself to squeeze all your limbs as comfortably as you can onto the wicker chair.

The half empty cup of tea sitting on the small side table next to you is no longer as warm as it was when you first brought it out. Without a second thought, Simon goes to warm up the kettle again, not wanting you to get cold.

He frowns as your fingers quickly catch the edge of your book before the wind can flip your current page away, your hair being blown away from your face. He spots the tiny shiver that goes through you and decides he’ll bring out a throw blanket for you as well. Maybe one of his hoodies.

You’d teased him about something like this the other day, after he’d finished tucking your chair in at a local cafe. Saying that his love language was sooo obviously acts of service.

He’d playfully rolled his eyes, joking about how yours must be to never stop talking, chuckling at the half hearted kick he received underneath the table, before you explained that that wasn’t what love languages are.

Simon wasn’t so sure about that whole idea. All he knew was that he liked taking care of you, just as you took care of him. Simple as that.

He knows he always feels lighter after you send him a thankful smile any time he carries your bag for you or opens your door.

He knows you can’t stop smiling for at least a minute any time you swipe an eyelash off his cheek, carefully holding it in front of his lips so he can blow it away and ‘make a wish’.

He knows his chest always swells with pride any time you compliment his cooking, whether he attempted a dish on his own or simply added a seasoning to something you were already making.

He knows all the tension disappears from your shoulders when you’re sat in his lap, gently wiping away his black face paint from around his eyes, taking extra care around his delicate skin, humming a soft little melody for the both of you to hear.

He knows there isn’t anything in this entire god forsaken earth that makes him happier, than making you happy.

That’s why he’s been secretly looking into a new place for the two of you. This tiny shoebox of a flat had been fine when it was just him crashing here a handful of times a year between missions. When you got together and began spending more time sleeping here than at your own place, it only made sense to move in once your lease was up.

But now your books are piled in stacks along the baseboards, the closet can barely contain your clothes mixed in together, and the sight of you sitting out on that cramped balcony just doesn’t sit right with him.

He wants to give you a proper place, a home. He wants to be able to give you an actual yard with room to sprawl out and grow a garden if you want, or just lay out a picnic blanket and read until the sun sets.

He wants to hear you nag him about mowing the lawn, or raking the leaves, or shovelling the driveway. He wants to run out into a sudden summer storm with you to quickly pull off the laundry that had been drying on the clothes line, laughing the entire time.

As though sensing his gaze on you, you slowly lift your head, a chuckle slipping past his lips as your eyes immediately light up with excitement, a sweet smile gracing your lips as you send him a wave.

He lifts his hand, waggling his fingers back at you, the same corny grin on his face, knowing that there isn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for you.