@elodieunderglass gorgeous sculptures with horrible legs?
I think they must make lovely noises to themselves as they rummage about!
shy skitish things, sounding like a glokenspieil with social anxiety. sporadic isolated deep notes as a herd forages. short high majourkey glissands from calves, statcco minor key allarm calls.
Yes yes yes!!
My dark quest for a bite to eat
They’re stealing my shit
another plane has hit the towers.......
yo what in the cult ass behaviour is going onnnnn
There’s an ongoing, deliberate campaign against archiving the suffering of imperialist victims across the internet, yet people who constantly rant about freedom of speech are strangely quiet on this matter.
Does freedom of speech and the problem of censorships only matter when it involves seeing the things you want to see in entertainment?
I implore everyone here to look beyond escapist media when talking about censorship in 2026. This is not about comfort or entertainment— it is a matter of life and death.
Legacy journalism has proven itself untrustworthy, serving only the interests of the imperial core, which is exactly why supporting independent media is more important than ever.
Please keep a close eye on this in 2026. The attacks on archiving and information sharing will only grow more intense.
So I follow N. D. Stevenson (comics writer and animator, most famous for Nimona and She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) and his husband Lee Ostertag (also a comics writer and animator) on Instagram. When I started following them, they were both publicly presenting as women, and then a few years ago N. D. came out as transmasc nonbinary, and then earlier this year Lee also came out as transmasc. Anyway this is all setup to say that Lee had the chance to make the funniest post of all time and he took it:
ALT
first rule of storing tupperware is have fun and be yourself. second suggestion is slam the cabinet door quickly and don’t worry ‘bout it.
''not even the greatest scholar could tell you where i end and he begins''
inspired by this post in specific:
A life that eats and eats and eats and crunches your bones but leaves your heart