#wheat-paste

[radicalgraff]

"Not killing children should not be controversial"

Poster seen in Belltown, Seattle

[ghostcak3]

i just think she should get a wolfcut as a little treat 🥺👉👈

[fullcravings]

Blueberry Pie with Almond Paste Streusel

[felidaefatigue]

I designed this poster with the intention of making limited edition linocut prints* but I also wanted to make the digital version available for free download for anyone who might wish to use it for posters, signs and the like. So here that is

*which I have, and am in the process of finishing to make available with a donation match process but i haVENT figured that out yet. stalk my insta to keep up on that if you want one.

[humancork]

me: i mean, og pathologic character models look a little odd sometimes, but i think people are just used to very modern graphics! they're not that ba

pathologic models:

[watermonkeystuff]

Street art in Melbourne, Australia.

[davetada]

Wheat paste posters

Copenhagen, Denmark

[the-organic-dynamic]

Spotted in Nashville, Tennessee, USA

"Until we are all free | None of us are free"

"FREE PALESTINE"

"DECOLONIZE PALESTINE"

"Right of Return | Land Back | Freedom from River to Sea"

[thehandwixard]

still thinking abt how kodaka said in bluesky he thinks fubuki is the biggest eater of the cast.. she becomes cuter daily

[unopenablebox]

congratulate me it's the 6 year anniversary of the time i apologized to 🌸 for wronging them by having experienced a desire to kiss them

[knifegrrrl1312]

[radicalgraff]

Radical posters seen in Melbourne

[lizmitches]

another day, another wildfire.

last week, there was a spark in our pump house that triggered a small explosion, causing a bird that was sitting nearby to catch on fire. in an act of desperation, he attempted to fly away, lasting only a few yards before falling to the ground. his still-smoldering body then became kindling for the neighboring wheat field. 

i noticed the smoke as i sat at the kitchen table weaving together reeds for a blueberry basket.

on the phone with the fire department, and then the electric company, and then my mother (to cancel plans for dinner), it struck me that while i have in many ways been at my most relaxed since moving here, i also find myself continually waiting for the next disaster. because out here, there will always be a wildfire. a widowmaker during a windstorm. a wasp nest waiting right above the front door.

and yet, nothing has ever kept me on my toes so much. by day, i move irrigation pipes, install floodlights, fix plumbing, attempt to drink enough water to combat the 108 degree heat. by night, i lie in bed, trying to remember if i checked the mouse traps, locked the tool shed. i start creative projects that i never finish, forever distracted by the weight of whatever it is i’m “actually” supposed to be doing.

that said, every morning i wake with purpose—even if that same responsibility sometimes becomes a plume of smoke near an open pasture (occasionally suffocating, perhaps, but a welcome warning nonetheless).

and then there is saffron, our new 5-year-old rescue. she is unlike any cat i’ve ever met; gentle and trusting, but holding back at every step. sometimes i lay on the floor with her for hours, eyes closed and head turned the opposite direction, all in an attempt to get her to step into the light. every now and then i’ll feel something tickle my ear, retreating when i turn to look. it’s as if she’s a ghost—the evidence of her existence only found once she’s picked another hiding place. it’s a happy haunting.

directing the trucks to where the fire began, the wind picked up. i held my breath, noting its direction, and looked down to realize that—in my haste to exit the house—i’d forgotten to put shoes on. the soles of my feet were now burnt, bare on the hot pavement, and with the fire finally being contained i tip-toed back down our gravel driveway and into the house.

i sat at the kitchen table, still messy from my crafting, so i could ice my feet and watch through the window as the flames finally dissipated. the smoke hung in the july air.

i never did finish the basket.

[takunwilliams]

street art Nyc by Technodrome1

[bunnyb34r]

Why do I fucking sweat when I eat?? Like not spicy food, plain fucking rice and gravy too. Is it the carbs?? Like is my body trying SO hard to digest shit it's sweating?? (God that would suck, I don't need ANOTHER digestion related surgery/treatment)

And I'm talking SWEATING like my neck and back (not my pussy and my crack lmao) are DRENCHED with sweat to the point that I have little handkerchiefs with me to try to remedy it. It's more my neck and back than anything, but my face sweats too

This shit sucks man

[watermonkeystuff]

Street art in Melbourne, Australia.