in absolute despair because my friend just sent me this tiktok and I realised there would never be a man more my type on this entire fucking earth. as if I wasn’t sold on the MOST IMPRESSIVE DOORS I’VE EVER SEEN, you also had to show me most attractive man building them
What in the Thorin Oakenshield???
Is he building this for his house or what is this? I kinda want to see this in person!
Did some digging, looks like it’s the entrance to the headquarters for a group that builds things like amusement park props and animatronics called Daniels Wood Land Inc.
I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.
It’s right-handed
I am right-handed
There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly
I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.
There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.
I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.
A homo erectus made it
Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.
Who were you
A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?
Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?
Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?
Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?
Who were you?
What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?
What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby’s head when a stranger holds them.
Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?
Or has it always been divine?
Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?
Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.
The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it’s done.
Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?
I’m not religious.
But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn’t partaking in the divine
I don’t know what is.
This is the axe
My knuckle rests exactly in the triangular plane just above the orange intrusion, and my thumb on the plane with the white patches.
How many hands held it just like that? How many generations was this passed down? Were you lost? or did you fall into disuse when technology improved?
Do you still desire to be held?
This was the axe that made me ugly cry in the museum. It was created half a million years ago by either Erectus or Heidelburgensis, and was passed down from person to person, long enough that somehow a neanderthal picked it up, and passed it down to their family.
It has now felt 3 generations of human species hands, it’s smooth but still sharp except where the very tip has been broken off, but it shows that this axe was loved and taken care of. And it is still being taken care of! It was used to teach archaic children to build, to carve meat, to break bones, and now it is being used to teach us about all those people who came before us and put their hands right where we put ours.
The fact that @gallusrostromegalus and I put our hands on the same place and felt the same rush of emotions only days apart is amazing, but its not new. People loved this axe, it belonged to their loved ones and it’s full of all those emotions. And if there’s anything to take away from humanity, new and old, it’s that we love a good rock.
Hello! You and I never met, but I feel like we’ve held hands now, the same way that we held hands with everyone else who’s held that axe, and I think that’s lovely :)
this photo is cool as hell and the person who took it deserves to be credited for it! also no hate to anyone who didnt know the source. sometimes things get stolen around a lot and the original credit gets lost.
I need people to understand that “mind your own damn business” is Midwest speak for cursing your entire family for generations and suggesting you shove all manner of items in your orifices. While insulting the quality of your hotdish.
This guy knows what he’s talking about. He’s one of the lead writers for Leverage and if you ever watch the series on DVD, do yourself a favor and listen to him talk about how the scripts got written. Some of the advice he has is stuff I use all the time: 1. Don’t introduce an important plot person or thing after the first half of the story. 2. Always tie up loose ends. 3. Introduce important things in the middle of unimportant things. 4. If you have to infodump, find an emotion to tie it to and it will seem less like infodump and more like a motive rant.
Penetration is a gender-neutral act. Topping is gender-neutral. Bottoming is gender-neutral. You are not more or less of a man or a woman depending on how you fuck. You are not “fake trans” for having sex a certain way. You are not any less masculine for bottoming or any less feminine for topping.
Additionally, acting like being penetrated is an act of submission is deeply rooted in misogynistic, cisheteronormative ideas of sexual intercourse, as in “penetration is something that is done to women for the sexual gratification of the man, nothing more, therefore it is inherently degrading and feminine”.
A cishet man getting pegged by his cishet girlfriend is not gay, he’s not less of a man or submissive by default. A cishet man getting pegged by his cishet girlfriend can be sexually dominant and simply likes to be fucked in his ass - these two can co-exist. Yet, in the eyes of cishet society, a man that likes to have his ass played with, must enjoy it because it’s “degrading” , not because it simply feels good.
That’s why I so heavily preach about the difference between sub/dom/switch and bottom/top/vers. Penetration can be used to increase the feeling and severity of a power dynamic, but it doesn’t create one. These two things are entirely separate from eachother, unless connected willingly.
dear people with OCD: the next time you have spiraling & intrusive thoughts, what-ifs, or catastrophizing scenarios, I am sending a cardigan-wearing 46-year old NYU professor directly into your brain and he says “Aaaaand scene!!!” and he claps his hands slowly. and he says “Wow. Wow. Powerful stuff. Evocative imagery. A little bit post-modern, a little bit hysterical realism in the vein of Don Delilo but let’s pause right here.” and you will recognize your thoughts as a perplexing avant-garde film shown to an audience of 15 liberal arts students who are now trying to get a good grade and sleep with their professor.
I almost posted this without the professor-fucking part but I decided that it is in fact crucial to combating OCD. sometimes you have to fight fire with fire i.e. spiraling thoughts with strong negative emotions get countered with strongly emotive surprise, cringe, and humor
sometimes the OCD brain can’t just be stopped from fantasizing completely, but you can redirect that anxious mental energy toward crafting a fictional setup and story that doesn’t involve you or your fears at all
another thing I do is interrupt intrusive thoughts with a very conscious and deliberate “and then an elephant walks in.” and I’d make myself commit to the bit. it would force me to reframe everything and specifically understand it in an absurdist context, make me confront how ridiculous the initial thoughts even were, and there is honestly no way to keep being serious and distraught about your what-if scenarios when you’ve introduced a fucking elephant into the mix. film studies professor is also that elephant.
so it goes from scary thoughts about my life -> step back. this is a weird fictional film now. -> characters are analyzing the film -> those characters are super messy and have their own problems, and I’m watching them now and eating popcorn at this soap opera
not to be rude but some of y'all need to look on the bright side sometimes. like, yeah sure the world is fucked and people suck and we all die whatever, sure, but like. go outside.
ok i phrased this poorly, hang on.
i’m not saying the cure for depression is touching grass. however, if you surround yourself with sad things and talk about how terrible life is and how much you’re suffering and never take a breath and remember it’s not all bad, you’ll end up making yourself worse.
like, i’ve been diagnosed with clinical depression, and anxiety, and insomnia, and chronic pain, and a million other things that get in the way of me having a simple fucking good day, but you know what?
i watch videos that make me happy and wear pretty clothes and cut my hair in fun styles and do my makeup and drink strawberry tea and take two showers a day and i look on the bright side because goddamnit if god is trying to break me down, he’ll have to try harder.
i see so many people talk about how sad they are, who make their depression their first priority, and i get it, i really do, but you know that is actively harming your mental state, right? please, just do something nice for yourself, think positively for one day. i promise things get better when you step back and breathe.
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happiness is not an achievable permanent state of being like “one day I’ll be happy” it’s a temporary, fluctuating feeling just like anger and sadness. the more water you give it the more it can bloom, even if only sometimes.
Listen, staning politicians is bad. We must remain critical of people in power.
However it is funny to watch Republicans act like this man is the devil incarnate.
This is democratic vice presidential nominee Tim Walz Gov. Of Minnesota. This man looks like if a capybara was a person. He looks like he’d pull over on the side of the road and help you change a flat tire. He looks like he’d offer you hot coco from his thermos if you were out ice fishing with him.
After he was picked yesterday, Trump/MAGA literally sent out an all-caps email blast proclaiming, and this is a direct quote, TIM WALZ WILL UNLEASH HELL ON EARTH!!!
So now I’m just picturing Tim Walz, Evil Overlord of the Minnesota State Fair, standing among his evil plaid-shirt-wearing minions being like OPE, JUST GONNA BEHEAD YA REAL QUICK THERE, and then, I dunno, bringing hotdish to the End of Days Community Dinner for all the demons saying NO NO AFTER YA. In other words: good luck selling that one, turdgobblers. Lmao.
He also apparently has a pretty good hotdish recipe.
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Would THAT be on your Antichrist Bingo card? I… really doubt it.
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