#so... be kind.

[destage]

DINOPUNCHING SENT:     YOU GET ME THROUGH EVERY DARK NIGHT.

celestial shades write poetry as they wrap around the outside of her body & he finds himself lost and thinking of sailors again,     thinking of ship’s logs where the only guiding light is the moon above & feels their words becoming music as they trap between the hollows of his ribs.     he understands.    he understands because he has been adrift in the expanse of his body for longer than even he knows,    & when she shines,    she pulls him back to his own ossein as if the tides are hers to command;     he thinks now he should call her galene for the way she calms every storm that threatens to form waves,    his own goddess who does not become ash under a sinners palms.     this is a temple where he can love her,     taste the starlight as it pools in the dip of her collarbone & surrender himself to a place where his hands do not only know blood;     it is love.    the words feel heavier now they are said,    now they have been kissed into every inch of her body & whispered into the softness of the night where old monsters are made easy work of beyond the walls of blankets that caress skin still shining with evidence of their affection.     they lay nose to nose,     create an endless cycle of breathing life back against one another as if they learn to sustain like this,    counting the clusters of freckles on her cheeks until his mind turns them to constellations.     there’s a weighted intensity to the silence until @dinopunching speaks,    & he wants to say there is nothing he has done,    that the ruin he brings cannot be anything other than sharp,    but the rawness washes over her cheeks & he finds himself biting his tongue.        ❛   well,    no one’s going to believe you if you tell them that.   ❜      self - depreciation falls with a huff of laughter,    a tease that slips easily and keeps them in the honey - thick space where horrors can be shared,    the world less between their palms.       ❛   i’m here danvers,     i’m always right here with you in it.   ❜

[slfcare]

ten years ago you were so scared of such different things, but you survived them anyway. the same goes for five years ago and two years ago. everything that has ever felt like a hurdle, you’ve passed through. so be afraid, identify your fears, and then allow yourself to remember that in just a little while, this will be another thing that you have overcome.

[starrysharks]

ghanaian miku

[redstonedust]

yknow AI art has ruined an entire genre of painting to me, i saw one of those smooth anime-realism pieces and immidiately thought ''ugh, AI art'' until i noticed it was posted by an established deviantart user 6 years ago. like ive never been a huge fan of that genre but it looks like a pretty difficult style to master and i feel bad for the artists who specialized in anime-realism only to have their entire market jacked by people typing keywords into midjourney.

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[kensatou]

i'll let phie-san say it:

[as-i-watch]

Chilchuck is definitely the kind of dad that scared his kids with the boogie man, he has that kind of humor

and probably ended up having them sleep on his bed bc he scared them too much too

[sparebutton]

(Across the Spider-Verse spoiler)

[bluismie]

This is my love letter to the most beautiful ship I witnessed this year. Cheers to us Jayvik nation 💫

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[copepods]

twitter is great for finding a person whos username is like ZL287635630JHSB67 and who doesn’t speak english and is drawing fictional characters with more raw skill than leonardo da vinci

[noodles-and-tea]

Haha whoops

[phantomrose96]

My sort of maybe embarrassing “late to the game” thing I’m learning now is how to tell if oil has gone bad.

I feel like most other foods have obvious visual tells like mold or they end up smelling foul and obviously bad. But I was googling about oil and the internet says “if it smells like crayons, it’s bad” which would not have been my first guess. And I tested it out on my somewhat old sesame oil and was like “by god, I would describe this as smelling like crayons”

Anyway protip if your old oil smells kinda like crayons it’s probably no good 🖍️

[enbycrip]

I will genuinely never forgive anyone involved in making The Imitation Game for their absolute travesty of Alan Turing’s story.

He was intensely autistic, and gay, and *kind*.

He mentored people below him in the programme - including women, who pretty much everyone else was crappy to.

He had terrible allergies and went cycling in a gas mask in the country to avoid then, and when he got overstimulated at parties he pulled incredibly daft elaborate “walking into a cupboard” leaving gags to handle them that left everyone screaming on the floor despite the silliness.

He got on really well with kids and never talked down to them. He gave his neighbours his sugar rations on their kids’ birthdays so she could always make them birthday cakes - even when he was being persecuted after the war, even when he was suffering horrible side effects from the tortures they put him through.

He was such an utterly, genuinely lovely human being, and he deserved so much damn better, and at the very *least* he deserved to be portrayed as who he was in the 21st fucking century instead of falling into a whole slew of horrifically harmful stereotypes that erased the fucking gift he was to us all over again.