Translation:
UNINTELLIGIBLE, that I'm telling you.
It's not easy birthing a child... It's not easy.
What are you going to do with your children? What will you give them?
Where is your husband?
โ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐ ๐๐พ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฒ ! ๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐/๐ต๐ฒ/๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ
โฐโฐโฐ
๐ฅ๐ง๐ค๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ช๐ฃ ๐ข๐ค๐๐๐๐ฏ๐ช๐ ๐
Translation:
UNINTELLIGIBLE, that I'm telling you.
It's not easy birthing a child... It's not easy.
What are you going to do with your children? What will you give them?
Where is your husband?
martin: my entire resume is bullshit *sweating bullets bc he thinks he's about to get fired*
jon: OH GREAT *audibly grinning like a crazy person because he's so happy martin isn't actively attempting to murder him*
they are really living in different genres in this moment
I miss the days when, no matter how slow your internet was, if you paused any video and let it buffer long enough, you could watch it uninterrupted
[ID:
The first image shows a black man wearing a black hoodie with the word 'free' in capital letters sitting cross-legged next to a gravestone reading: The man fortune. Died 1798. Buried September 13, 2013. Child of God. Free at last.
The following two images show a text reading: Fortune, his wife Dinah and their 3 children were slaves of Preserved Porter, a Connecticut bone doctor. In 1798, Fortune slipped from a rock on the west bank of the Naugatuck river, broke his neck and drowned. At the time, dissecting cadavers was illegal; but not applying to slaves, Dr. Porter cut him into pieces at the riverbank. At his office, he boiled the bones so that all the flesh fell off, etched labels into them and used them as a medical training tool. Dr. Porter died 6 years later, listing the bones as worth $15 ($330 today).
Prior to his death, Dr. Porter used the bones to teach anatomy to his son; who used them to teach anatomy to his grandson; who used them to teach his daughter... 135 years of generational doctors and wealth. In 1933, his name long forgotten, the family donated the bones to the Mattatuck Museum where they were displayed next to slave tools as "Larry the slave"; a popular exhibit shown on their postcard; not taken down until 1970 when the Museum realized that it was demeaning. They stored them in the basement.
In 1999, made aware of these bones in the basement, the NAACP and museum staff enlisted anthropologists and archeologists to examine them, ultimately determining this was Fortune. Based on bone density, he was a strong man who lived and work with a broken back, hand and died of a broken neck.
On Sept. 13th, 2013, after being a slave, medical specimen, museum exhibit and archeological artifact, spanning 275 years, Fortune was finally freed...laid to rest next to White society of his time...something that wouldn't have been allowed when he died.
This is not an isolated story. Medical usage of Black and Indigenous people in ways prohibited of Whites was not uncommon. Since I still can't find my GG Grandfather (Ned Mills), Erica and I decided to make a donation to the Assoc for the Study of African American Life & History, as well as to make a regular pilgrimage here to leave flowers for Fortune.
Black History is American History and Black Lives Matter. If not to you, I got this. My actions will show they always have and still do...no statute of limitation. Now rest, Fortune.
/End ID]
i don't think "people should be allowed to make challenging and uncomfortable freak art but only if its the kind i think is good" is a very coherent viewpoint. sometimes stuff that is challenging and uncomfortable is going to also be appalingly bad i'm afraid
Here’s to hoping that every single person with schizophrenia or a schizoaffective disorder or DID or NPD or any other ridiculously demonized mental illnesses has a wonderful day
oh and people with ASPD and borderline and bipolar disorder and anybody who experiences psychosis but doesn’t have schizophrenia or a schizoaffective disorder. i love all of you and i wish you the absolute best <3
it’s weird if fat people don’t exist in your art
i want to say that this isn’t an attempt to guilt you into learning. i don’t want you to disingenuously draw fat bodies because i made you feel bullied, or because you want some sort of online clout. i’m tired of begging other artists to do something they obviously don’t want to do, so i’m not begging. i’m stating what i think of you and your work. no matter your skill, no matter your presence: it’s weird if fat people don’t exist in your art
Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975), dir. Terry Gilliam, Terry Jones
Ah, forever and ever one of the greatest bits ever put to film.
Needs the first part! It was where I, as a wee lad of 16, first heard the words “Anarchosyndicalist Commune”
Not even queueing this, making SURE it’s posted for coronation day.
condensention will make your fucking cup stick to the, coaster and the coaster will get glued to the cup from water particles. VERY DANGEROUS. please wear a hard hat and go online to webkinz.com and spin the wheel of wow to get a fun prize, every day daily