this account is now a buck/tommy fan page thank you and good day

yeah ok i ship oc x oc even if there are romanceable companions in game LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Terrifying thought: Saint Kristen Applebees going “heeey girlie” at Chungledown Bim

bow nernar nuhner guitar solo fuck yeah

behold! the first fully finished drawing ive done in months!

part of an art trade with @leafycasper :> check out his page to see what i got in return!!

@poorlemons @freeforestkids @cray-cray-anime @shakerofthebutt9000 @superbpastanickelzonk @idiot-mushroom @mobiitez @moss-and-marimos @bluesgras @iwasborn4this @literally anyone who would like to join!

@tangledinink you liked one of my posts while I was drafting this so I’m dragging you here too 💞

We’re having a slumber party at my house and we’re watching the Rise movie. What do you wear?

(You don’t gotta draw yourself, photos from online work)

Compile this outfit and/or drawing before reading the rest of the post.

The lights dim. You all have popcorn, and a hush falls across the crowd. The movie begins. It is not the Rise movie. IT’S PHINEAS AND FERB ACROSS THE 2ND DIMENSION.

YOU AGREE TO RETURN HOME TO CHANGE AND COME BACK TO MURDER ME AS A GROUP IN RETURN FOR MY DECIPT.

WHAT ARE YOU WEARING TO YOUR SCHEDULED RUBES MURDER??

What I’m wearing to my murder appointment does not change.

Piraté Atsu WIP

Crawling out from under my rock to give an update: I am writing, albeit at a relatively slow pace. Work stress and other stress is kicking my ass right now but I’ve got support which is good. I’m writing about a fallen Angel, if they piques anyone’s interest.

Perhaps, if I post the inspo pics for the Michael Gavey fic I'm writing I will actually finish it.

will I ever find the motivation to finish this silly little doodle ??

so just in case my intentions haven't been clear: I'm going to blaze the crab post when the queen dies.

that's what I'm going to do

I'll put in the tags of the post that she has died, and then I will give tumblr my dollars and watch what happens. that's the plan

however, being american and not very well-connected to people in general, I may not find out for a bit when she dies. so it is your job, followers, to send me asks and @ me and such if and when that does happen. that's on you.

but when she does? oh, the crabs will rave on that day!

be prepared

This might be the concussion talking but I downloaded animation software a lil bit ago and I'm thinking about making something with morbius

There are models for the proposed terraforming of Mars which involve the use of lichens and similar organisms to transform the soil and atmosphere. There's something fascinating about entire strains of living things reproducing and dying for the sake of humanity's own propagation. This is the reduction of entire species of life to a sort of instrumentalism, and there is a horror to that.

There is a (primarily but not exclusively american) cultural cohort who I will call for the purposes of this list the astro-futurists. They are strong proponents of space colonization, frequently for the purposes of building humanity's resilience against supposed "x-risks", such as asteroid strikes or sapient computers that we are unable to control. Even if Earth dies, humanity will live on on martian soil and around the stars of Alpha Centauri!

There is a certain type of high school 'nihilist' who has no philosophical groundings for his works, but has a primitive understanding of Darwinism, and so concludes that the purpose of all life is to reproduce. In the most base sense, he is correct; all extant life is shaped by the need to pass on its genetic material. Most people would say this is reductive, however, and they are correct too.

The lichen would not be the first thing humanity has bent to specific purposes like that. Billions of chickens are kept in factory farms for the sake of meat and egg production, and so their lives are similarly reduced to a singular purpose in the service of humanity. In the reductive eyes of the high schooler, who views procreation as the highest virtue of life, humanity has done these chickens a great favour! While disease and predators might threaten populations of junglefowl in the wild, the structure of the farm protects the chickens from predators, and judicious cullings ensure that some part of the population will always be resilient against disease. Even as humanity kills the chickens for their meat, we ensure that there will always be another chicken.

The chicken is, therefore, the immortal junglefowl. Bar a vast reorganization of human civilization, the domestic chicken will last as long as humanity does. The genes which distinguish them from their wild relatives will propagate forever, just as the lichens humanity plants in the martian soil will have a monopoly on that soil, free of the rival strains of lichen which populate the earth. No one, however, looks at a factory farm and says "How charitable of humanity to make these birds immortal!" Why is this?

The most existentially concerned of the astro-futurists might consider the cultural and social development of space travel, like their more idealistic peers, but ultimately their prerogative is the survival of humanity against any threat which might render Earth uninhabitable. Some have criticized these efforts as a new form of colonialism to further enrich the global north, and note that the countries most capable of creating space colonies are those mostly strongly integrated into the capitalist system. The first flag on Mars will in all likelihood be that of the United States, or that of whichever ascendant capitalist power who succeeds them.

There are two problems with the existential programme of the astro-futurists, beyond the ways in which it unduly advantages the global north. The first is that Mars, and indeed much of space, is a terrible home for humans. Those who live there will suffer from radiation, and poisonous dust, and will likely reside in cramped underground dwellings. The lower gravity will cause their bones and flesh to atrophy, and should they have children on Mars, there is a good chance their young will never return to the home of their parents, lest Earth's gravity crush their feeble lungs and hearts. These lives will be bold and novel, entirely distinct from those of all humans before them, but they may not be enviable.

The second problem is that, even assuming that Mars somehow becomes wholly self-sufficient of Earth, in the event that Earth is destroyed, Mars will not save humanity. A narrow slice of the cultures of the global north will be salvaged by the Martians, perhaps. English will still be spoken, but the hundreds of languages of Africa will likely perish. Recorded music will survive, but the little regional songs no one thought to record will not. This is the survival of humans, not of humanity.

The notion of 'memes' is sometimes attributed to Richard Dawkins, a man with a complicated legacy not worth discussing. I have heard rumour that the idea originates from somewhere else, however. If one takes the traditional formation of memes to be true, then astro-futurism can be considered a sort of meme or collection there, as can its more existentially-concerned strains. If we settle Mars to survive the loss of Earth, then perhaps humanity will die and this meme will continue to propagate. What remains will become another example of the instrumentalization of life, with a vast complexity of experiences reduced, ultimately, to the ability to serve the propagation of others.

im so desperate for season 2 i’ve begun making tureen memes…

Wyllweek Day One : Favorite Outfit

Words: 300

A linen shirt with rips at the hems and elbows, patched together with an inexperienced hand. Stains that, due to past mistakes in laundering, could no longer be washed out.  A pair of leather pants held together by laces that had been changed at least half a dozen times as the previous ones worn down with wear and age.

A simple outfit, some make even call it unsophisticated, and littered with evidence of past mistakes. but Wyll could not bring himself to throw it away, even after seven years of carrying it on the road. Despite the lack of excessive space in his pack during his travels, he could not bring himself to discard the threadbare garments.

Wyll Ravengard had known opulent attires. He had grown up in and surrounded by exorbitant clothing that cost more than the yearly wages of some who lived in the city that his father ruled over. He had been fitted for custom couture by an army of the best tailors along the Sword Coast and danced while wearing gloves of the finest lambskin and jewelry of polished gold and glittering gems. Finery was as much a part of the first seventeen years of his life as swordplay, as politics, as chivalry.

The clothing that had taken permanent residence at the bottom of his travel bag was crude, cheap, oafish. Purchased by a boy shopping for himself for the first time and touched with the salt of sweat and blood.

And yet.

To the common citizenry of the Sword Coast, to the underserved and the abused, to Wyll of Baldur’s Gate, still wandering the wilds, dozens of miles from his father and his home, the first outfit worn by the fledging Blade of Frontiers meant more than any extravagant silks and embellished brocade ever would.

funny how I told my dad the drama girls at school start online and he was like "oh yeah girls they. they shouldn't be online" and then I told him a very real and very upsetting story from my school that happened last year, this guy made a secret ig acc as a girl and got with his friend and after like a month of secretly 'dating' his friend he literally js showed his dick pics to the guy.

my dad said "boys will do that". I don't think that's right.

Looks like someone is gonna like someone/j