Back like one hundred years ago cave women woild have to kill shit with their teeth. And their pussy out. They were also like twenty feet tall and psychic.
i love you albums! i love you listening to the songs in the original order! i love you intros and outros! i love you interludes! i love you concept albums! i love you music!
hate when streaming services are like…. you can now pay cinema prices to watch new releases at home! not to show my age but if i am watching it on my tv set then it’s free??? you think you’re an equal to big picturehouse? with no big screen? no big pop corn? you want to charge cinema price to show me a movey in my own house? Honour demands i kill you btw
forget about touching grass, i need to touch THE SEA I NEED TO GO INTO THE WATER I NEED TO DIVE INTO THE SEA!!!!!!!!!!!!
I NEED TO GO IN THERE ⬇️⬇️⬇️‼️‼️‼️
Lol. Everyone in the notes freaking out like ‘I live by the sea, don’t jump in, it dangerous’.
Like, guys, guys, listen, you don’t understand. They don’t mean… They want to be… Listen, ok, I grew up on the sea, I’ve been through hurricanes on trawlers and gale force 9 storms crewing tallships. I’ve seen enormous waves absolutely destroy boats. I’ve been caught in riptides while scuba diving and felt the complete powerlessness of it. The sea will absolutely annihilate you, consume you, never give up your body, and not even notice.
I know the power of the sea better than most, however, I know exactly what they mean. Sometimes you see it churning with unfathomable power and all you want is to just get in the sea and have it absolutely fuckin blast you clean. Like sandblast your fuckin soul. Fuckin powerwash your bones clean. Ya know?
Can confirm, getting beat up by the ocean is a religious experience.
I had this idea for a looping animation in which a single dot has a pretty long loop, but the animation as a whole is much shorter. Because of the repetition this animation is only 1 second long!
Imagine living in a mining town on the border of some uninhabited land. One day, you’re just about to leave for work, when you notice that there’s some guy sitting on the hood of your car. And also that your car appears to have been turned into solid gold. The guy - who was clearly sitting there waiting for you - turns to address you. He states the exact boundaries of a specific area of the land next to the mining site, and tells you to stop fucking mining there.
You tell him that you’re not the boss of the company, it’s not up to you where the mining is going to go. He says he’s aware of it, but he wants you to make it happen. He’s willing to exchange gifts for it, the car for one, and also your unborn little niece will be born in perfect health, and never suffer illness for a single day for her entire life until her requested time of death, at the age of 119. You weren’t aware that your sister is having a girl - and neither probably do they - but somehow you don’t doubt that this creature is speaking the truth.
Yes, creature. Now that you got a proper look, this guy really isn’t all that human. The amount of teeth and fingers he has seems to shift and alter, occasionally when he twirls his hands in gestures, they momentarily tilt into angles that human joints shouldn’t shift into. And you do see a lot of his teeth and movements of his hands as he keeps talking, gesturing wildly as he does, clearly irate.
He doesn’t have the time to start digging into human social structures, or to bother figuring out who are the ones in charge of where the digging goes. He wants you to find them and talk to them. He can’t really tell people apart, but what he can do is offer splendid and fabulous gifts in return for the favour. And if that won’t work, he can kill people so easily it’s not even funny.
All he’s asking for is that you stop digging at that specific area. He doesn’t want humans there. He can offer gifts to people, individual humans, and tell them to make it happen, one way or another. Or else he’ll start killing people. He doesn’t want to, but he can, and if his requests aren’t met, he will decimate this entire fucking town.
You promise to do your best, and notice a few more golden cars on your way as you walk to work. There’s several more people on the way that you pass on foot, some of whom are people you can clearly recall seeing in a wheelchair, or no longer using crutches. You don’t need to look them in the eye to know they met the creature, too. You’ve all just met humanity’s version of the guy who would rather use sugar cubes to bribe ants into not spreading their anthill into his living room, than call an exterminator.
