If trench warfare were made-up, it would be the most on-the-nose anti-war satire ever created. Bunch of young men shooting at each other from inside open graves, slowly rotting even as they fight to stay alive. Every so often, they get to move a few hundred metres to dig a new grave for themselves somewhere else and this is called a victory.
I love thinking I’m a hater and then meeting a real hater and going wow that does not look fun actually. Going back to my lukewarm hater ways. Performative haterdom. I couldn’t name five hater bands.
why do americans think everyone on the internet lives in the same place as them. just saw someone say honeybees are “not native”. not native to where????? the entire planet?????
saw a photo of garlic mustard somewhere on the internet once and americans in the comments were like “fun fact this plant is invasive so you should definitely tear out any you see, WITH THE ROOTS so it won’t spread!” whole fucking time i’m living in garlic mustard native range. i don’t think i will be doing that.
This drives me absolutely up the wall in r/birdfeeding. Every time there’s a picture of a house sparrow, the entire comments are filled with americans talking about them being invasive and how they should be basically killed on sight. But often OP has not provided a location, and house sparrows have a HUGE native range. Here in the UK they’re not only native birds, they’re on the decline, they need our help and protection.
More pieces from the Vinita Cultural Center from last year’s basketry exhibit
#the museum i worked at had a collection of these baskets!!!#they are like #idk its hard to describe them #they dont look quite like regular baskets they look like so beautiful #anyways check out the Mountain Heritage Center’s exhibit on cherokee/rivercane baskets to learn more
Yes, for some reason I don’t think they had any Rivercane baskets at this exhibit, the Vinita cultural center is a bit small so maybe that had to do with it? But traditionally Rivercane baskets look like this:
(credit to Lizzie “Nannie” Youngblood and Rowana Bradley, artist unknown for the Chief’s Heart shoppers basket)
The basket pictured in the post is likely commercial round reed (with some flat reed), the commercial form of the materials we would use such as Honeysuckle, Buckbrush, or Trumpet Vine. Many Western Cherokee picked up round reed basketry due to lack of supply of Rivercane after the forced removal to Oklahoma.
the average person with bad taste can be into some extremely banal garbage but when you get close enough to someone with otherwise good taste that they start a recommendation by going off on a preamble about how they don’t necessarily recommend it you know you’re seconds away from hearing about some real torturously wretched dogshit
friend from work will have you watch a two hour movie where you can feel every second as it passes by, but enemployed movie mutual will put you on the kind of shit that feels like crawling on cobblestone until emaciated
people are reading this as the latter friend recommending dry, pretentious cinema. that’s not the case. not that kind of situation. you’re getting no enrichment out of this. I need you to understand they’re making you watch Gooby because “it’s kinda good”
Not to insert myself here but as someone who owns Ghost Rider 1 and 2 on DVD I do actually need everyone to watch it right now because in the second one a kid asks Nick Cage as Ghost Rider how he pees and Nick Cage says “it’s like a flamethrower” and then they hard cut to a CGI skeleton in full black moto leather pissing a jet of fire and then it does a shoulder check at the camera and nods like “hell yeah brother”
idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren’t that close to, because sometimes you’re just the person who’s there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you’re the only one around to ask if they’re okay. and none of this is “trauma dumping” or whatever the fuck it’s just being there for people because you’re the one in the room with them.
Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)
(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.
✶Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶Lying for convenience.(Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth.(Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶Being everyone’s helper.(Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶Running. Always running.(Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own.(Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)
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