ngl i used to think 25 years old was like ancient when i was 16. i think that's just how ur brain works when you're a teen tbh. the main thing to know is that your life is not over in your 20s or 30s, that's usually when you first begin figuring out how you're gonna live your life. it's really not the end of your "prime" or whatever. that shit is spread by skincare and makeup companies to sell you shit. you're fine
Two types of dogs
(via)
“Cat Realizes She Has Ears!”
(Source)
people in the notes are freaking out because this cat passed the mirror test and i can’t really blame them because literally all the first results on google say they don’t
This cat in an Intellectual
broad daylight in horror is massively underused
there’s a constant feeling in nighttime horror of “this is an unnatural, liminal situation you’ve stumbled into. once you make it to the other end, or if everyone were to know the truth, you will be free of it.”
once the sun crests the horizon, however, there’s an unspoken shift in the underlying tone. this aberration of the natural order has come under all scrutiny and it is still there. you continue to cry for normalcy, but the world does not acknowledge what you believe it should be. no amount of truth or time will end this, and in my favourite of executions the very framing and narrative itself doesn’t acknowledge the dissonance.
it all comes back to alienation, in the end. always.
if nighttime horror evokes a sense of isolation through salvation being just out of reach, then daytime horror evokes it through the realization that it never existed to begin with. that the walls and locks were all paper-thin artifice. that this is now tomorrow. forever.
broad daylight in horror is seeing the yawning abyss and knowing there’s nothing to wake up to.
I think about this a lot because I grew up on the high plains.
I maintain that while the forest is terrifying because it’s dark and you don’t where you can be attacked from, the plains are more horrifying. Imagine seeing a creature just coming toward you on the horizon. You never lose sight of the abomination as it comes closer and closer. You know it’s there the whole time. You look around, and there is no where to hide. You can only run until you can’t run anymore.
ok hanging out on reddit is actually a great idea. someone said they didnt like henry cavill as geralt because witchers move "10x faster than a human", but cavill only moves at human speeds, and someone replied they were "fascinated by what actor they would suggest instead" given the limitation that all actors are human.
"maybe OP knows the secret to making witchers in real life but no one's listening" bro 😭
"Geralt should be played by a horse" is the hot take of the day.
[ID: reply from unknown tumblr user reading ‘Not all actors are human, there are horse actors which could probably move 10x faster than a human’ / End ID]
Extremely City white people are so fucking weird they see a pic of a deer and theyre like “its an Old God, tell me the wisdom of the trees Forest Lord … wow this is just like game of thrones” its a deer. Its a fucking stupid idiot animal it doesnt know shit
Yes deer are dumb panicky dinguses in real life, but sometimes a picture will capture one looking all majestic and we just… want to believe…
Case in point: this dude
Yes he got like that by being so hormonally addled that he tried to fight a tree. But try to tell me a forest god wouldn’t have big leafy antlers just like that if he were to take a physical form.
who says the old gods aren’t stupid animals who are so hormonally addled they’d try to fight a tree
@librariansheart for your enjoyment
Look, I’ve lived a good chunk of my childhood in a halfway abandoned mountain village in the middle of nowhere. Which meant wildlife galore whether you liked it or not.
And that meant sometimes we saw a deer in the middle of the road at midnight and the majestic motherfucker just stared us down until my mom shredded our tires to stop from hitting him. Once we stopped he did a little half-bow as if saying ‘You have not committed an act of godslayer this night. Your bloodline shall bear no curse of mine’, and walked away chill as you please.
The next day a neighbor told us a deer with fucking big antlers got tangled in his fence because it was trying to steal his grapes.
I went on a hike with another neighbor to collect yarrow for tea. A bear came out of the woods towards us, went on its hind legs and inquiringly roared. And he pushed me, tiny as I was back then, behind me out of sight and spread his jacket wide to make himself seem bigger than he already was. He let out a sound I had not known humans were capable of making. He and the bear looked at each other for a moment, and came to an understanding. The bear went down and walked away, respecting a powerful opponent protecting its young.
A week ago, there had been a bear that completely tore apart our trashcan and gorged itself on half-fermented apples we threw away. My cousin had to chase it away, drunk out of its tiny fucking mind, with an umbrella that made weird noises when opened. The bear ran for its life, crashed into our wall, fell on its ass, and scampered away.
I was playing on a swing once, all alone, and a fox came up to me, the most beautiful animal I had seen in my ten years of life. Thinking it wanted to pass, I stopped swinging and sat still not to spook it. But instead of passing, the fox circled the swing, found it wanting, and came to sit before me perfectly poised and looked me in the eye, and I could swear it wished to tell me something but I could not understand the language spoken before human time.
Then my mom came out of the nearby inn, shrieked at the fox and swung her purse to chase it away. The fox jumped, ran off and fell into a ditch, all notions of grace gone with the wind.
What I’m saying is: the old gods are absolutely idiot animals who embraced the life of constant sex and hedonism in return for losing their higher power. Whether or not they regret it, we’ll never know.
Well the Old Gods are old. In the same way your grandparents are old. They’re a font of experience and wisdom, they’ve survived wars, famine, poverty–but they’re thwarted by a smartphone. The Great Stag understands “car” in the same way he understands “challenger.” He understands “fence” in the same way he understands “brambles” or “underbrush.” He can handle plant fiber in his way but metal might be a bit beyond him. The Old Gods understand their ways. The Great Stag can can give you the wisdom of being a stag, but humans aren’t stags, so not all of his wisdom applies to our experience. If you promise not to hunt in his forest for a year and a day, he’ll show the trails his herd uses so that you can get out of the woods faster. Maybe you’ll keep that memory, maybe you won’t. If you do remember, you are responsible for being a stewart.
Some believe the Old Gods are living gods. There’s no one single Mother Bear. It’s a title that gets passed on. The beings are inhabited by divine force much older and deeper than any human can imagine. Picture a pebble being thrown into a pond. Each new incarnation is like a new ripple expanding outward. If the Old Gods are living beings then they are limited and falliable. They make mistakes and are prone to embarrassment. Like we all are. Instead of merely venerating them, sympathize with them.
Behold, the rare sight of an Old God interacting with something new:
Now hearing “In the air tonight” played on a church organ, thanks.
Elie Saab | Fall/Winter 2017 Couture
I asked Gilgamesh once why he chose to protect me? He said: When you love something, you protect it. It is.. the most natural thing in the world.
Images that make you enter a fugue state
Surrender to cars?
Jesus Christ, when was the last time a swede did anything useful?
What the fuck those streets were before cars, fucking playgrounds and parks with waterslides?
Or did people commute on them, on the level of whatever technology they were on, the vere purpose they were built for since the first city?
I'm trying my best not to automatically dislike artists, I really do, but sometimes I just wish I could send them milking cows or shoveling gravel.
@santaclausdeadindian "What the fuck were those streets before cars, fucking playgrounds?"
Yes, actually.
[description: a black-and-white photo from the 1900s of a group of girls in pinafores standing in the middle of the street; according to the website I found it on, this is a 'street dance'. The girls are talking to each other in small groups. end description.]
Children used to play in the street all the time. And for most of recorded history, that was relatively safe. Running into someone on foot is not going to kill a child, and horses - let alone carriages- were relatively rare.
Streets used to be public spaces. People would hang out and talk in the middle of the road, or set up shop with a little cart at the side of the road. "Right of way" used to mean "your right to take up space on the street, because you are a free citizen and free citizens get to use the road."
[description: a black-and-white historical photo of two children in the middle of a mostly empty street. One child is sitting in a wagon, and the other child is standing, ready to pull it. End description.]
It wasn't until the 19th century that it became common enough for your average joe to own horses that it was unsafe for kids to play in the street (and they still did anyway!). And it wasn't until the early 20th century that people got cleared off of the street in favour of cars- before then, people and horses and carriages had to share the road, and carriages had to go at the same pace as whatever was around them.
We laugh at the insanely low speed limits of the 1910s and 1920s - really, cars can only go at 3 mph?- but they were there for a reason, and that reason was "to keep the roads safe for horses and pedestrians". If cars could go at top speeds on city roads, they'd only be safe for cars, and people couldn't use their public spaces anymore. But thanks to lobbying by the auto industry and a whoooole lot of PR spin, that's exactly what happened.
I'm going to leave you with two pictures. The first is Mulberry Street in NYC, according to wikipedia, in 1900. The second is Mulberry Street today.
[Description: two photos of city streets. The first photo is sepia-toned, from the 1900s. It shows a city street full of people and carriages. The foreground of the photo is taken up by a group of vegetable sellers, and a group of men and young children standing beside them looking at the camera. The second photo is a modern photo of the same street. It is a heavily decorated tourist district, but most of the street is taken up by cars. The sidewalks are crowded with pedestrians, but they're shoved off to the side. End description.]
Little Italy is a tourist district. It is meant to be walkable so that tourists can browse and look at all the little restaurants and window-shop. And yet 75% of this picture is taken up by a fucking car canal, and people- the people this street was built for - are shoved off to the side, so as not to get in the way.
People got forced off the road in favour of cars. People got forced out of public space in favour of cars.
And if that doesn't piss you off...
Also
Most of the countries outside of the US have surrenderd less space to cars and this has a lot of reasons outside of the ones mentioned above
Like there is a lot more space for pedestrians, dedicated to bikes or trains
And a lot of space just not meant for cars. Not just with parks, most of the inner cities I grew up with just isn't meant for cars but for pedestrians. Cars could still get trough, so that emergency services can get there, but otherwise nobody drives there. Or is even necessarily allowed to.
And even outside of city or even downtown central spaces, there are spaces in-between just not meant for cars.
The US was largely build with cars in mind - for most countries, this isn't the case. The addition for it came later.
Car lobbies in the US are responsible for our lack of public transportation infrastructure. Street cars, trollies and trains used to be the way to get around, many of them were starting to be run by electricity! But car and oil companies bought up the street car/trolly companies, ripped out the tracks and replaced them with busses. Then they made busses inconvenient. To sell cars.
The amount of serotonin it gave me to watch this grandma react to her new galaxy light 🥺
It’s dark in here- *gasps in excitement* OHH SARAH!
OHH SARAH! *giggles like a little kid* OHhHhH!!
My ceiling is filled with blue lights… and stars and everything!!
OH Sarah! I can go to bed at night looking at this. OHHHH it’s beautiful!
ppl forget the innocence of the elderly… if there was ever a glimpse of them as a child, this is it
“I can go to bed at night looking at this!” 🥺✨
I love grandmothers. I miss mine every single day. This is beautiful.
I have one! I’ll deadass be in my room with it on listening to music and disassociating for hours 😂
It has a buncha colors but these are my faves
Purple bc insanely gorgeous 100/10 just beautiful
Then the light blue/green makes me feel like I’m underwater, 11/10 love to imagine I’m drowning
And then dark blue bc it feels like I’m in space, 10/10 would love to go there and stop breathing
@haileyhurts where did you get it?
I would love to cry my eyes out in a room this pretty
@yanderrre you can just go to galaxylight.com or if you dont feel like typing: shorturl.link/galaxy
My cat trips balls when I use mine 😂 the stars are lasers so she goes nuts thinking it’s a 1000 laser light toys!! Still cracks me up every time
Same energy
this so precious
She reminds me of the grandpa that was so proud of how big his cauliflower grew !!! lemme find it
always reblog galaxy grandma and cauliflower granddad
The Wolf and the Lion (2022) dir. by Gilles de Maistre.
