I had a nap today, and during it I dreamed that a little lion demon waltzed into my house and announced that he would eat a year of my life. like all the potential in that year would disappear. I would still live it, but it would be blank and grey and unmemorable. so I was like “okay, would it be like one straight year, or blended,” and he was like “what do you mean,” and I was like “is it one solid stretch of year, or is it like one second out of every five, which eventually amounts to one year,” and he said “what do you mean,” and I was like “because if it’s a shit year that’s broken down and evenly dispersed between all the other years of my life, I probably wouldn’t notice that at all, but an unbroken year I would definitely notice,” and he said “okay I understand now, yeah, it would be the unbroken year,” and I said “can we do the blended though,” and he was just getting ready to talk again when I woke up

i have been thinking about tumblr and rap

it is evident that the general tumblr populous has written off most historically black art forms near entirely. this applies to music, film, art history, etc. rather, the art engaged with and popularized in tumblr spheres is that of "good representation" which usually takes the form of idk, a black side character on your tv show whose personality is a huge nothingburger, but is appealing because they are not "problematic."

i think alot of this comes down to people's inability to make judgement calls for themself about what is ethical and what is right. this can be seen in conversations about kink when people say "anything as long as it's legal," sorry but, that is an incredibly bad faith and spineless read. the law should not decide your morals, you should, because anything can be criminalized, and your distinction of a perverse harmful action versus an acceptable one hinges upon your ability to make a decision about what you think is right.

when white allegedly woke users don't engage with black art, what i see is this: a person who does not know how to engage with art in a critical way that is decided by what they think–because this art causes them to confront what they think. often, when white and engaging with black art, you will be confronted by your own racist presumptions, your own back-of-mind urges, and that is the most important part. everyone is racist, because we undeniably live under white supremacy and are thus subject to racist propaganda near constantly (insert sydney sweeney jeans ad).

i really do think some white tumblr users are afraid of engaging with content made outside of their culture because they could be "appropriating" or having "incorrect thoughts" about race. this thought police bullshit will only coddle your racism. you need to undo it yourself by engaging with black people and black art. nobody else will for you, you will not one day be cured, you are the only one who can dismantle your own racism. you cannot avoid your racism by pretending race does not exist (i.e. by [consciously or unconsciously] not engaging with the works of black people). that is the titular thing, really: do you really want to stay racist? you could be listening to tha carter ii, like

You are a racist person

I should've put this in the initial post, but I need to say now that Even if rap WAS all about getting money and bitches and having a fat ass, it still wouldn't be inherently bad or lesser art. Conscious hiphop is not the only rap music with merit in fact, many of y'all in the notes saying 'just find rap you like, which will be conscious hiphop because it's actually deep' are giving these racist bad faith arguments merit by saying "not allll rap is like that!!! there's also good rap!" it's just so weird, gangsta rap and club music ARE indicative of a lot of the genre, and a lot of the rap that's talked down about on here for its supposed misogyny and capital fetishism is actually fucking phenomenal. black music is not exclusively good when it's got a deep message and is totally metatextual / self referential. No offense but, sometimes music is for fun. Lol. And you simply don't understand

let’s be evil with grandpapa ❤️

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recently my friend's comics professor told her that it's acceptable to use gen AI for script-writing but not for art, since a machine can't generate meaningful artistic work. meanwhile, my sister's screenwriting professor said that they can use gen AI for concept art and visualization, but that it won't be able to generate a script that's any good. and at my job, it seems like each department says that AI can be useful in every field except the one that they know best.

It's only ever the jobs we're unfamiliar with that we assume can be replaced with automation. The more attuned we are with certain processes, crafts, and occupations, the more we realize that gen AI will never be able to provide a suitable replacement. The case for its existence lies on our ignorance of the work and skill required to do everything we don't.

cant fucking sleep bc wikipedia has separate lists for vampires and for fictional vampires

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there once was a 3 little fish, and one day they found a magical golden clam that granted them each a wish! the first little fish said. make me a dolphin! and it turned into a beautiful dolphin and swam away. the second one said. make me a mermaid! and it turned into a beautiful mermaid and swam away. the third one saw a shark in the distance and said. make me a-- oh fuck! and he turned into a fuck! and got ate! share if this made you laugh ☺️

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the return of strawberry boy

this is still my favourite strawberry photo

The Minnesota Star Tribune has identified Jonathan Ross as the ICE agent who murdered Renee Nicole Good.

If a man is drowning, you have to help him.

Irina Sendler said, "My parents taught me that if a man is drowning, it doesn’t matter what his religion or nationality is. You have to help him."

When the Nazis began to trap the Jewish quarter in Warsaw,

Irina sneaked into the neighborhood with official papers, saying she was there to check for diseases. But her real goal was to save the babies from death.

She carried a medical box and carefully hid some babies inside it. Often, she used potato carts to hide other children and move them outside the trapped area, or covered them with blankets to keep them hidden from the guards.

She had a well-trained dog that barked loudly whenever the guards came near, to distract them and cover the babies’ cries and screams.

Irina wrote their real names on small pieces of tissue, put them inside bottles, and buried the bottles under an apple tree at a friend’s house. She believed that one day, someone would find those bottles.

The Nazis caught her and tortured her,

breaking her legs and feet, but she never told them about any child. She kept their secrets safe.

Her friends bribed the guards and got her released.

During the war, she saved about 2,500 children.

When asked why she risked everything, she simply answered,

"I couldn’t leave them."

Whoever saves one life, saves the whole world.

And sometimes you can’t save one life, sometimes it doesn’t work, sometimes there’s no way out for anyone, but … try anyway. Because it matters anyway.

And maybe no one will ever know. But maybe someday, more than a hundred years later, some stranger will cry into her coffee because of what you died trying.

The story doesn’t end here: In truth, people usually don’t regret what they did, but they regret more what they didn’t do.

So today, I want to share why this story hurts so close to home. My four children and I live in a small tent that is no bigger than 4 by 3 meters. Water was seeping from underneath, and we wake up with our mattresses wet. My children’s coughs and illnesses do not stop all night, especially my baby, Amir. Things got worse when a tick bit a three-month-old baby in our camp, causing him deformities and poisoning.

My wife and I take turns staying awake to guard the children. We only sleep for two hours at a time, switching shifts throughout the night. The destruction around us has made our tent and its surroundings full of snakes, rats, and other pests. Every night, we hear their sounds and movements.

This situation is very exhausting for us and our children. We are trying to rent a house, but we are stuck and really need your support and donations. If you are able to help us leave this tent and reach a safer place, it would mean everything to us. Any support, even small, can help change our children’s nights into something safer.

Please, share and donate if you can, help the Alanqar family get somewhere safer to stay!

None of us can save everyone, but one of us can save one person, or at least help them. Please don't stop trying. Do what you can for this family.

You are living through the same thing every bystander during the holocaust did. Are you going to stand by as children are killed, or will you do something about it? Will you help this family of 6 escape?

I never imagined that protecting my children would mean staying awake all night, listening for rats and snakes outside our tent. Thank you to everyone who is helping us feel less alone.

Today feels a little better than yesterday.

Because of your kindness, we finally feel that leaving this tent and moving to a safer place might soon be possible. We are truly grateful to everyone who shared and helped. Your support is giving our children real hope. Please continue.

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Today, my little sister Ronza is weakening right before my eyes; her blood level is 8.2, and she is suffering from malnutrition because I am unable to provide the necessary treatment and food. I will not forgive being ignored—not even without a share.

Her exhaustion worsens day by day, her body grows weaker, and treatment feels unreachable. Please donate to provide medicine and therapeutic nutrition and to save this child.

Please don’t scroll past us in this critical moment; even a small share or donation can ease the suffering and give Ronza another chance at life.

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Please help baby Ronza survive. Please help Zeina and her family!

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harry potter fans in 2025

people DESPERATE in the notes to explain why the way THEY engage with harry potter is morally pure. It's like white people talking about rap music in there! Libraries buy the books! Fanfiction maintains a conversation around the IP! There is NO WAY to enjoy harry potter in 2025 without publicly supporting JK Rowling!

Please stop fucking reading it so the library doesn't have to pay her money. I am a transgender librarian and I am not allowed to not replace old damaged HP books, people read them so we need to have them on our shelves, and what she does with the money doesn't factor into it.

STOP READING HARRY FUCKING POTTER.

I used to be into it! In-depth character analysis, wizard rock, irl quidditch, but when she outed herself as a piece of shit, I couldn't support it anymore!

ASK YOUR LIBRARY FOR OTHER BOOKS TO READ AND STOP READING HARRY FUCKING POTTER.

I haven’t been on this app in a while, but I know a Black man, Keith Porter, was murdered by ICE on New Year’s Eve (Rest in Power) in Cali. Just one of the countless Black people who’ve been murdered by ICE and other agents of the state.

I log back into this app and see the conversations around the white woman, Renee Good, who was just recently killed. And I can’t help but notice the stark difference in circulation of news and boosting of stories between both of them across this app…

Shit has BEEN happening to Black people across administrations and is currently happening to Black people under this administration, and is met by crickets. Yet when it starts touching white people, I see real anger start being felt from the gen pop followed by amplification and co-opting of Black terms and memorialization… I stg it takes everything in me to give af about yall.

"Friends and family of the 43-year-old man who was fatally shot by a Department of Homeland Security agent in Northridge on New Year's Eve gathered on Sunday to demand accountability and hold a candlelight vigil for their lost loved one."

glinda is such an evidently guilt wrought person that as elphaba was dying she was like And who could forget glinda dressing up and comporting herself but still to this day still seeking and seeking when she is able to feel like she has merited what privileges she is afforded. just randomly firing a missile at glinda in her last moments

imagine how many samurai death poems just fucking sucked

yeah that sounds like it was written by a dude dying