jessepinwheel

I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend

b0nkcreat

just told my mom i was gonna freak it sensitive style and she hyped me up with “ooh quiet down…. quiet down..” while i was dancing

b0nkcreat

live reenactment

weirdmageddon

slizigizard

vampireapologist

Being a good person is a choice. Don’t let people fool you into believing that truly good people never have bad thoughts, are never tempted by the easier path, by the low road, never mess up or act out selfishly. Never believe a person can be good without making a conscious effort.

Every single time you do something good, you’ve made a decision to make the world a little brighter.

Goodness is not an inherent trait, it is a choice. Keep making it! I see you, I’m proud of you, and I’m rooting for you!

anxietyproblem

raposabranca

Line weight. Perspective. The tilting of the head. Expression. Volume.

This early Modern human knew exactly what we learn to this day in order to create the illusion of life in 2d art.

Whoever they were, I admire them as much as every other great master.

cemeterything

thinking about the potential for mech pilot body horror/dysmorphia. seeing something high above you or farther away than you can easily traverse with your own body and feeling a rush of vertigo, as though you should be able to reach out and touch it, or clear the distance in a single stride. after so long spent inside the mech that it's become like an extension of yourself, it can be difficult to adjust to being human again.

cemeterything

the mech adjusts to you, as well. pilots being uncomfortable with new or reassigned mechs isn't just a matter of personal preference. an old mech whose previous pilot is no longer fit for active duty (or no longer alive to undertake it) carries the muscle memory of that pilot in its own synthetic tendons, which protest against learning your own body's movements and shape. a new mech has to be broken in. it's like teaching yourself to walk again for the first time.

cemeterything

physical definition isn't all that remains, either. a mech can come to carry echoes of a pilot's consciousness, well-worn grooves of thought and memory imprinted onto its circuits. a mech that has been piloted by the same person for long enough can be said to develop a personality of its own, reflecting that of its pilot. and mechs that lost their pilots in particularly brutal combat can become haunted by ghosts in the machine, and react violently to the presence of a new body and mind in their cockpit, unable to accept anything different that tries to fill the emptiness left behind.

cemeterything

ALT

mxflintoldblog

I've been thinking of that two line accidental poem ''his wife has filled his house with chintz/ to keep it real i fuck him on the floor'' for like a week, and i think that with the ''yes. YES. The tiger is out'' and that tweet about subway rats asking a person to slide under the railroads with them when the train comes so that they can ''feel it rumble over us like a warm thunderstorm'' is one of my favourite pieces of art. I love the fact that these are all spontaneous. One is literally made by a 6 years old. Everyone values different things in art, and i really love these in particular.

secondlina

I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~

grieving4theliving

discovering new music late at night is like opening up a secret cave in the ground

grizzly-bear-official

congrats to this year's fat bear week winner, Grazer!