King of this Trash Pile

A lofi-dreamo producer who is currently getting a CS degree. When did Tumblr get so horny?

gulaabi:

I really like how my adventures with superman treated the origin of his costume, where instead of his mom making it for him (very sweet) it’s armour from his home planet BUT she gives him the shorts to cover his dick (objectively funnier and actually makes more sense)


batsarebetterthanpeople:

Between Ryan Gosling Ken and Benoit Blanc I’m starting to think that it’s some sort of animal abuse to keep casting big name actors in stoic macho manly man rolls instead of giving them goofy little guys to play. Like look at them their coats are shiny, they seem so much more lively and energetic. We need to make sure all actors have enough goofy little guys to play before peta gets involved.



deadpoolsmom:

anime twunk slade in my adventures with superman is so funny to me and I think people who definitely do not read or think about deathstroke getting mad at it made me like it more lmao cause it made me realize a very silly detail

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it’s a story about Clark starting out as Superman so everyone is younger than their comic counterparts. That means that this young, but still clearly Adult Man’s actual arch-nemesises are currently kindergarteners, still with their parents at the circus or a few years from turning green. Which. just very funny in general.

It also means, I realized, that he still has both eyes. This is Slade early in his mercenary career, seemingly post experimentation but pre eyeloss. Which is a very specific time period in his backstory that means he has a very funny trait for an edgy floppy-banged white-haired anime man:

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He is currently married but (not by his choice) absolutely not going to stay that way.

it turns out about to be divorced is literally the funniest possible characteristic for a shonen villain to Me. I literally can’t stop calling him pre-divorce era Slade.

Oooo he’s edgy he’s dangerous he’s about to get shot in the face by his (absolutely justified) wife.

This man has at least one possibly two very young sons at home. He’s currently fighting Superman to avoid parenting. He is not going to get visitation rights and he Will be dodging child support payments.

Will they change it and make his eye related to Superman for narrative reasons, not covering his family stuff? I hope not but possibly. Until that happens though Schrödinger’s pathetic loser here having two eyes means his wife divorcing him is literally always impending.


lookoflove:

my brother started calling our cat “doobie brother” which he then lengthened to “dubious brother” and has since morphed into “brother dubious” like he’s some sort of fucked up little monk


teaboot:

teaboot:

Just passed a group of teenage girls walking downtown…. wearing cargo pants and platform crocs…. nature really is healing……

Cannot stress enough that this is NOT a condemnation, this is genuine delight that young girls in my town have stopped dressing up like Kardashians and are finally just goofing around on summer break in comfortable shoes and funky graphic shirts.

15 year olds should not be worries about having a thigh gap, they should be trying on SpongeBob bucket hats at the pier and drinking twice their weight in corn syrup like hummingbirds



Duality

There is a certain duality that comes with doing a creative act for a living. There is always an internal struggle between the thing I want to make and the thing that I need to make so that I can provide for my family.

It is worthwhile for anyone to try and strike a balance between the two. Sort of like leaving room in your day for hobbies.

This is something I have been horrendous at. I’ve put so much energy into being a better breadwinner for my family and I am now tired. I’m tired of grinding. I’m tired of inventing new career goals.

What are we to do in this situation? Those of us who lost the balance. The natural instinct is to overcorrect. Focus exclusively on what we want to do and when we want to do it. It seems like that might heal the ache in my bones. It feels too manic to swing from one side of the spectrum to the other. I think striving for balance is the solution.

Getting back to a place of balance is important for me at this juncture in life.

My first inclination that I had a problem was 4 years ago. I thought the solution was to switch to a creative career. I dabbled in anything that seemed even remotely fun. Now I’m at a point where I’ve developed new hobbies but no new career.

This has weighed heavily on me because a new career was my goal. I convinced myself that a new career would make me happy.

I know now that there is no career that can give me what I need. I can understand where the sentiment came from. My day job (especially my current one) is draining. The more drained I am the more I need to recharge the battery!

After 4 years I’m eager for this chapter in my life to come to an end.


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Wow there’s some fucking bullshit going on in the replies here. Moderate your fucking spaces on the internet, kick racists and other bad actors to the kerb or you risk losing everyone else. This guy has the right of it (scroll up to top).

Quit thinking you need to be fair to unfair voices

For anyone who can’t/won’t read that twitter thread, it’s by Michael B. Tager (@IamRageSparkle) and it says: 

I was at a shitty crustpunk bar once getting an after-work beer. One of those shitholes where the bartenders clearly hate you. So the bartender and I were ignoring one another when someone sits next to me and he immediately says, “no. get out.”

And the dude next to me says, “hey i’m not doing anything, i’m a paying customer.” and the bartender reaches under the counter for a bat or something and says, “out. now.” and the dude leaves, kind of yelling. And he was dressed in a punk uniform, I noticed

Anyway, I asked what that was about and the bartender was like, “you didn’t see his vest but it was all nazi shit. Iron crosses and stuff. You get to recognize them.” And i was like, ohok and he continues.

“you have to nip it in the bud immediately. These guys come in and it’s always a nice, polite one. And you serve them because you don’t want to cause a scene. And then they become a regular and after awhile they bring a friend. And that dude is cool too.

And then THEY bring friends and the friends bring friends and they stop being cool and then you realize, oh shit, this is a Nazi bar now. And it’s too late because they’re entrenched and if you try to kick them out, they cause a PROBLEM. So you have to shut them down.

And i was like, ‘oh damn.’ and he said “yeah, you have to ignore their reasonable arguments because their end goal is to be terrible, awful people.” And then he went back to ignoring me. But I haven’t forgotten that at all.

[ID: Screenshot of a tweet from @/AmazonChique that reads ‘Pathfinder FB fan group banned all racist members. The next week, they saw a drop in harassing & threatening posts of ALL kinds. From the mod: “I encourage every community to quit thinking you need to be fair to unfair voices. Get the rot out and you’ll have a healthier community” End ID]

Tolerance is not a moral absolute; it is a peace treaty And peace treaties are not unilateral. They have obligations running in both directions.

You are not bound to tolerate people who have a stated intent to not tolerate you.

Nor should you tolerate people who have a stated intent to not tolerate people who are tolerating you.

Thank you for sharing this everyone, for image IDing and all of it, thank you.

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Tolerance is not a moral absolute; it is a peace treaty

Tolerance is not

a moral absolute; it

is a peace treaty

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.



civvic:

civvic:

Fuck. Those fuckers at the store sold me No Purpose Flour again. What the fuck do I do with this

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you laugh. my flour is bereft of purpose and you mock me. hell upon you, fool



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