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Mundane days are special too you know… Happy August….
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#TextileTuesday:




“Border fragment of wool with a continuous band of #hummingbirds and fringelike appendages representing beans. Early Nasca [Nazca, Peru, c.1-450 CE]. Pollination of bean plants by birds may be suggested here. Border was formed using a needle-knit stemstitch.”
On display at American Museum of Natural History [41.2/6321]
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quit it with the flowers already
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愛してあげられなくてごめんね / ブブゼラ ft. 重音テトSV
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vuvuzela (vocaloid producer) just kinda consistently has the craziest quality mixing & production with genuinely kinda masterful emotional execution but they write songs about a very specific type of yuri paired with a very specific type of artstyle that just ultimately makes me at least a little bit afraid of them
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Petals, and the Voices Which Trail Behind | Avaraya feat. Hatsune Miku
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Copyright abolition never took root in western art communities because the fandomites see themselves not as proletarian artists but as temporarily embarrassed vivzipops
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(it’s a postcard from the big city.)
i am enjoying eating bread here in the big city. thank you for the bread. i tried cooking it in a toaster… that made it become toast. isn’t that interesting?
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when we find out that reality is the thing that we look into...
3d Workers Island && Good Sky
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So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess
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i still really love thinking about isat
#and by that i mean i love remembering that one of the things necessary for progressing the plot#was comforting one of its cis characters and gently reaffirming her (cis) gender#because in isats fantasy world transitioning is the norm and remaining cisgendered is abnormal#so you have to play this sequence that basically boils down to telling her "you dont have to transition if you dont want to :-)''#and its sooooo funny because you can tell it was 10000% not the developers intention at all#nor did they even realize that what they wrote was in essence a nigh word for word conservative transphobic strawman
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