Watching the day slowly bloom into night. That’s how it always seemed to me: not the fading of a withered flower, but the opening of some dark, rich blossom, with unexpected hues and heavy scents.
I just took another swing at mastodon and it’s the literal worst—I can’t even search for common terms, discoverability is nil, need people’s exact names AND servers to find them,,, the only “good” thing I can find about any of it is “Twitter People Use It As A Backup”
But I’d rather foster a backup that isn’t worse in every conceivable way, so
By the way, I enjoy making things for other people. So this is an open invitation if you'd like me to ever make you something with your blorbos.
I don't promise that I will definitely make something or that I will do it right away or that it will be good. But sometimes I get the creative urge but am not feeling inspired by my own blorbos and sometimes it just feels nice to do something for someone else. I'll happily take requests as well. Just dm me your character data or we can arrange a meeting in game for me to save your data if you can't.
It’s wild that we’re still having to hand-hold people as we explain what adjectives are when it comes to ‘toxic masculinity’ and also it wasn’t invented by woke feminists, it was invented by the mythopoetic men’s movement, which unlike the modern ‘mAnOsPhErE’ was a men’s movement that was actually empowering towards men and respectful towards women.
everytime i see ppl say that ‘fight club is satirizing/criticizing toxic masculinity, Actually’ i am like. PLEASE put on your big boy thinking caps and watch it again
also my beloved (hot martial artist actual genius man) hired two handy dudes to fix some stuff in the black and white gothic dream house (where I live with said beloved) and one of these dudes is an Axton, by which I mean a brunette long lanky boi with resting bitch face who talks to you oh so softly and also can fix absolutely anything and when you ask him if he knows how to do some new thing he seems genuinely surprised and baffled that you asked.
so my point is, maybe, that the world is filled with potential romance novel protagonists, all the time, and that’s very magical.
You can weave your life so long--only so long, and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued.
‘Nuther old sketchbook find, the Fates with a distinctly Borges/Marquez-inspired spin. My style has improved since this, but I still am after this exact vibe in everything I draw
Pertaining to the simultaneous or harmonized depiction of mythical themes or narratives, often in literary or artistic form, across different but equally measured periods or moments, symbolized metaphorically by a contained or compact object, such as a teapot.
In literature or art, describing the process of myth-making or storytelling that spans time and space in a uniform manner, often involving the repetition of specific symbols or objects, such as a teapot, to represent cycles of history or mythology.
Example: "The isochronoteapotomythopoetical structure of the poem beautifully balanced the ancient myth with modern symbolism, using the teapot as a recurring motif across temporal shifts."
Tell Me I'm Worthless has really, really ruined my ability to listen to Tallahassee normally from a narrative perspective. The idea of telemetric haunting, of a house that draws you inexorably to it because of what is unresolved between you two before it, because of what you will do to each other within it, is very. Y'know. What if they were always going to end up at the house and the rest of it is just a horrid prelude before the suicidal black hole destined to shelter them finally collapsed.
you know what ive turned around on google ai search i think it's kind of awesome to make you scroll through the dedicated Lies and Deceivers section to get to your real answers it adds a sort of mythopoetic arc that search engines have traditionally sorely lacked
one day i will write an essay or blog post or something about how fight club is not, in fact, a satire of toxic masculinty and in fact takes itself and it’s fetishization of masculinity very seriously