#understanding labour

[canisalbus]

Would you be willing to draw Machete and Vasco's first kiss? I would love to see it.

Spoilers but it's going to be in the comic! The comic I've had in sketch stage since last autumn and have no clue when it'll get finished ´v`'

[metamatar]

not to be engineering brained but engineering work is beautiful. that it can be both dignified and liberating in its purpose; that it requires the making of choices that cannot really be defined in anyway than personal style and creativity; that it requires serious amounts of skill and training; that it is labour in every sense and its invisibilisation is a detriment to everyone; that its collaboration with capital and the war machine is neither unique nor inherent. i know you all find machines either fuckable or polluting the beautiful world but in both cases they did not drop out of the ether.

[radiocrypt-id]

God I relate to Evan Kelmp on such a deep level. I, too, say and do vastly unsettling things due to a life lived unsafely. I, too, upon getting my hands on some decent money for the first time, bought a good pair of boots and religiously cared for them. I carried a knife or a chain wherever I went, just in case. I had my life in a bag on my back, just in case. I feel such a deep attachment to my home, but am always prepared to lose it. I am always thinking of the worst possible way things could go, so I'm prepared, but am always delighted when things go well instead. I adore the people I love, I hold on with claws, and even when they hurt me, I let it go over and over and over, because I love them; and I would die for them, if they asked. I, too, would lose myself in the mindless violence of stomping out a creature formed punching bag, where it is morally fine to do so, and I could do so freely. I, too, hold so much rage in my soul at the pure injustice of the world, of my life, that I am burning from the inside out; and I too, choose to be kind and patient first, because god I wish someone would have done that for me.

I never expected another season of Misfits and Magic, but fuck am I glad it's here. My weird little bird facts guy, who survived by clawing his way through hell, I love you Evan Kelmp, and your uncomfortable last name.

[c-kiddo]

all tories have died. badly. unfortunately instead of celebrating we have to acknowledge that labour is in charge now and that we need to kill keir next.

[anger-and-red-flames]

Me: throw this war criminal fascist character to the gulag where they gotta produce items like school books to improve the material conditions of the people she oppressed

Arcane fans: actually you need to be thrown into the gulag!!!!

Other Arcane fans: I hope a billionaire steals your work to train the dream-crushing-machine!!!!

Me: yeah you surely sound like the kind of person to think there is nothing wrong with arcanes caitvi

[khepiari]

Just say that you lack creativity and are jealous of people who can express themselves with their chosen medium of expression. There are millions of ways and tools to express oneself, yet you chose AI to do your hard work, which is “the act of creating”. Feel ashamed, not proud.

[useless-englandfacts]

has anyone told him that you don’t have to actually become a tory to win an election?

[lokijiro]

The show writers have more than once joked that Mycroft's dungeon-office was where he ordered executions, and this makes me think. . .

Myrcoft's occupation would involve ordering executions. And he is absolutely not a person who would find it easy by nature.

I think the young Mycroft who had just started working for the government was warmer and more vulnerable than the Mycroft we meet in ASIP (although he already had his "caring is not an advantage" philosophy by that time), but he really trained himself to become the ice man around the first time he ordered an execution. It was the only way to get things done and keep going.

Nevertheless, even though he apparently became such a remarkably cold, solid figure over time, he would always feel the weight of all his decisions deeply in his soul.

[lamentfulwarbler]

In my head exists several AUs where nothing bad ever happens to him,,, (or it gets worse before it gets better—)

No Makeup version beneath the cut

[griancraft]

Just had a "when the random classmate you dislike for just being annoying is finally outed for a legitimate reason to dislike them" moment. Wdym you got your hair professionally dyed for 150$ but couldn't pay for it and are upset that the people in your life aren't just giving you that money without any guarantee you're going to pay it back... The poor hairdresser?

[oliviawebsite]

already seeing bluewavers co opt the british and french elections to browbeat people into voting for the "diet" genocide grandpa this year, completely neglecting to think about the fact that these countries operate with ENTIRELY different electoral systems. parliamentary elections and usamerican presidential elections could not be more different from each other lol these are not the same. "strategic voting" ONLY works in governments that use parliamentary systems where parties can form coalitions and runoff elections occur.

[jakeperalta]

delightful news on the uk politics front this morning 😇😇😇

[atldiscourse]

going to sleep to a non-tory govt for the first time in FOURTEEN YEARS…

[seasicksilver]

biggest pet peeve is when people refuse to acknowledge/don’t understand that the greek epics were written in a completely different era of cultural and societal norms 😭😭😭

[bueris]

okay maybe I should seriously reconsider my path in life and sell my soul to marketing or journalism instead

[finitevariety]

“You, Greg, are the welcoming glove into which I slide my delicate hand, right? You protect me from the dirty work. You’re my social dildo. My proxy pecker.”

Greg looked at Tom’s finger, which was so near his face he could have bitten it if he wanted to. “So, um—”

“So I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing shitty gloves. Come on. Are you going to let me down, Greg?”

“No,” Greg said. 

He wondered if Tom would pivot the point into a bracing, bro-ey clap upon the shoulder. Perhaps when he remembered his outstretched finger he would look at it like an alien traitor and draw back in a twitchy, awkward retreat. That eyeglint was still there, though, so what he did instead was step forward again and wag the finger in Greg’s face. 

“Good boy,” he said, because he was really proficient at this—like, maybe it’s not corporate gaslighting, but it’s not not that, right? It was a mixed message, anyway: a stern finger and firm praise; his cruel and friendly gleam. He was proprietary; he disavowed. So, like, how the fuck was Greg to know whether to sit or stay or roll over?