not 2 sound whiny but i wish more attention was given to the importance of art and literature and philosophy and other humanities again so they’ll return to being a really great part of what shapes a decade or an era instead of being seen as useless because they don’t fit into the capitalist ideal of a productive society
Okay you know what you don’t get to find facial scars on fictional characters sexy until you treat real people with facial deformities with kindness and respect. You can’t drool all over a dude with a “tasteful” scar over one eye until you stop staring at/refusing to look at people with half a jaw, an asymmetrical nose, a missing eye, etc. and stop fucking tagging disabled bodies as “body horror” bitch I’m gonna kill you
So I really fucking love Ghost Quartet and if I had even a scrap of artistic talent I would totally make animatics for it but for now, here are some concepts for a fully animated version of the live album.
In this hypothetical animation, each storylines has its own unique artstyle so that the viewer can distinguish the four storylines just a bit easier. Zero changes are made to the lyrics or song ordering, cuz the album is already perfection and altering it ruins the fun of it yknow
Thematically speaking, the most important thing Terry Pratchett taught me was the concept of militant decency. The idea that you can look at the world and its flaws and its injustices and its cruelties and get deeply, intensely angry, and that you can turn that into energy for doing the right thing and making the world a better place. He taught me that the anger itself is not the part I should be fighting. Nobody in my life ever said that before.
all the new fuckers: don’t censor words in ur post with numbers, @ and punctuation signs, different letters, shit like that. not just cuz it’s absolutely fine to say weird shit and things that other places generally censor on tumblr, but also cuz there are people with screen readers, and when u unnecessarily censor things like that, it really fucks with screen readers and makes it very difficult to read.
this isn’t just a “you don’t have to” thing, it’s a “you shouldn’t”.
also it makes the blacklist function useless
pretend the word “bananas” is a common trigger and i don’t want to see posts with that word, so i add it to my blacklist. if you make posts spelling it “b4n@n4$”, my blacklist won’t block it and i will see your triggering post.
LOVE character regression. love when characters get hurt and revert to their old ways as a way to deflect, cope, and recuperate. love when they get scared to make a difficult decision. love when it takes time and effort. it’s going to be worth so much more when they get better.
I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.
Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.
The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.
I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.
okay but a gentle size kink is everything. being overpowered by someone is hot but when they’re soft with it, gently stretching out my hole. kissing my forehead while i cry from how much it hurts. soothe me and tell me that if i stay still and stop squirming and being a crybaby, it’ll hurt less.
