Do y'all ever just-

Good show (/media)

I'm so excited for christhmas and I dont even know why but being excited is good right-?

I’m going to miss this old design of dream

Hey H, do you know anything about art?

Don't know why I'm asking you.

Girlie i literally don't know anything abt art

The only thing i know is that i fockin suck at it

at this point i don’t even filter anything on tumblr anymore i just go in and if i see something i don’t like i’m like scrolls on

More ponderings

Politics are a headache and I hate that I have to care about them because people keep asking me questions I’m just a guy

for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal

before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"

and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"

got bae'zel brainrot and its terminal

i think one of my favourite parts about the "Jason has an army of kids in Crime Alley that will do anything to protect their protector" HC is that they absolutely would inherit all of his 'little shit' traits. they'd throw the other Bats off course on purpose. Dick, trying to find Jay: Have you seen Hood, by any chance? Kid: Sure I did. 'e's gone to the ice-cream store down in th'Narrows. He buys us ice-cream, sometimes. Dick: okay, thanks kid! (backflips away) Dick: Dick: there's no ice-cream store near the Narrows. Tim, just walking by Crime Alley: The kids, throwing rocks at him while Jason watches in amusement:

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[Day 246]

More background practice but it got out of hand goshdangit .png

They chilling :D

The name Belial -- represents the sum total of all the projections internalized and played with by Poseidon/Enki courtesy of his brother, the petty, manipulative perennially martial SkyDouche.

What Poseidon/Enki wants you to do is a live a life of joy and meaning, in service to your own and the collective ideals, playing your part to expand consciousness through art, study, theater, sports, poetry music and tech and of course, these components being the cultural make-up of diverse and independent people groups, Free Father has his own warlike aspect, as to somehow think one can live freely without conflict is absurd.

Conflict is inevitable and one ought get familiar with it, as one would the mechanisms of a bomb, if one wishes to learn to defuse.

Life is Joy. Life is Being. Life is All You Will Know of This World.

What Poseidon/Enki's brother the SkyDouche wants you to be is a completely brainrotted, trauma-fractured mind-controlled zombie who functions as a living battery. You're a fuel source. You're being farmed. Natural Law, the Enforcement of Boundaries, Protection, and Community are pretenses when coercively reinforced to deny you your potential and you already know this. If one Values Their People, They Value Their People. That's what your God Most High Is Doing To You.

Not That He Is. Of Course Poseidon/Enki's brother ain't God Most High.

He wants to keep you ignorant of everything, as close as he can to your primeval state of animal bliss -- the False Garden of Eden -- where you act unwittingly and autonomously, in child-like reverence of your deceitful father, who has no want to nourish you, but for basting.

Poseidon/Enki knows, that through the gradual exploration and expansion of consciousness, human beings make themselves Gods and Make the Earth More Like Heaven.

Redemption comes through Growth, not Decay.

To put it simply, there are two different philosophies at play in the world and in your life:

One which says any deviance from the norm will, de facto, lead to degeneration because any deviance from as close to a simulacrum of the state of nature (this involves artistry, though encourages a lack of it, as successful mimalism is best described as a dialing-back; implying a reservoir of greater knowledge fortified and preserved) -- will inevitably lead to a state of sloth and neglect, for the inherent weakness of the human soul can never be overcome, so you shouldn't even try. This is because 'state of nature' in this line of argument is little more than a morass of the speaker's personal inclinations and fetishes if they cannot use the sum total of their learning to reconstruct nature for an audience, as all learning is itself corruption, so the speaker is, in a sense, trying to describe something they, by their own definition, have no capacity to describe, and anyway, you need to know your place, because I own you, you're on the clock, and nobody's ever gonna pay you to think.

Then another which gestures at the fact that we're all in this mess together, so we should probably try to pool our resources.

There will be a time, some day, some epoch from now, where we will be fully conscious -- where a majority of mankind will attain the state of higher vibrational enlightenment achieved by the great mystics of history -- and it shall be easier for us to love one another, for we may again trust in leaders and common bonds, knowing them to be less corruptible for the Good is the Good of the Earth, until that time comes again -- your willingness to forget always tempting -- where the corruption takes root and spreads and all we will build once more is ravished.

If a better world weren't possible, we'd still be in the jungle.

Fuckin simple, kids.

I haven't drawn for a while, hello.

Danny holds an Intervention for Brucie Wayne.

So! Danny is the head of R&D at WayneTech, and he often works closely with Bruce and Lucius when they want him to make "Proof of Concept" Gadgets and Vehicles. He doesn't question the absurdity of some of the stuff he builds, he was raised by Mad Scientists after all, all of it seems perfectly normal to him!

But he has noticed something concerning about his Boss.

He really needs to get his Partying in control. Every time he comes into work he has eyebags covered by makeup, some bruises from tripping while drunk, and he is always super cagey about what he did last night. Danny asked some of his coworkers about it, and they noticed it too.

They also bring up that he sometimes comes into work with a really foggy mind, which is probably the aftereffects of doing some kind of drugs at whatever party he was at the previous night.

Even his Hangovers seem really bad! Worse than usual, but he powers through them and keeps acting like his normal Himbo self! Danny realizes that Bruce needs to calm down. He has Kids to take care of, and Alfred needs less work on his plate

So he contacts a bunch if Bruce's Friends, his Family, and even a few coworkers who brought up their concerns to him, and he stages an Intervention.

...

Bruce didn't know what to expect when he walked into the conference room at Wayne Enterprises. He had been called in by Danny, his head of R&D, for a Meeting earlier that day, but Danny had failed to explain the purpose of the Meeting.

He had barely made it on time. He had spent the entire night chasing down Scarecrow, and a slip up had caused him to get hit by some Fear Toxin, which took forever to work its way out of his system. It didn't help that the Antidote gave him a splitting headache.

Bruce opened the door to the Conference Room, and was met with a mishmash of faces. Clark was sitting close to the head of the Table, with Lois at his right, and Diana to hers. In the crowed he could also see Dick and Steph holding in barely contained laughter, with Tim looking a little lost to the side. Damian looked as if he would rather be anywhere else, Duke was looking as list as Tim, and Cass was just smirking at him with a look of amusement.

He could also see the faces of various employees of Wayne Enterprises, among them being Lucius and Tam.

What was going on?

The door closed behind him, and he turned to see Danny standing behind him.

"Bruce, this is an Intervention."

he's a menace to society... uh and also Zoro is a demon I guess love the @amazingeurus priest/demon au!!!