today you, tomorrow me.

hey wait! i know you! we used to be chained next to each other in the cave! wow, so good to see you, how are ya? man. remember how we used to talk about the shadows on the wall together. gosh that was a long time ago. but hey. sure is one heck of a sun out here, right? it's good to see you.

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

Untitled.

i made a comic in google slides for some ungodly reason

the long-awaited sequel, Untitled #2

Untitled #3 explores the formulaic entertainment mass-produced by the pawns of capitalism. Or I just wanted to say ass. One of the two.

Untitled #4: the plot thiccens. also there’s a plot apparently

Untitled #5. This whole comic is 23 strips long, and I’ll be doing daily uploads until it’s all posted. Thanks for the great response y’all.

Untitled #6. Okay so firstly, HOLY FUCK Y’ALL. I did NOT expect this comic to get notes, let alone fanart. The most recent strip will always be linked at the bottom of my pinned post, so you can check there to see if you’re caught up.

Untitled #7. Not much to say here. I hope you’re having a good day!

Untitled #8. The true plot begins.

Untitled #9. The Creator can possess Red because I, like Red, have a phenomenal ass. That’s it. It’s not that deep.

Untitled #10. *slaps roof of blue square* this bad boy can fit so much fucking existential despair

Untitled #11. Bet you didn’t expect the ass jokes comic to come to this now did you

Untitled #12. Red is fucking pissed at me. sorry buddy

Untitled #13. I indeed cannot have a comic without characters. Well played, Red.

Untitled #14. Red has his priorities straight.

Untitled #15. It would be funny if this were the last strip but I promise it isn’t. I put too much effort into the end of the comic to stop it now.

Untitled #16. Nice try, Red. Nice try.

Untitled #17. The paradox of omnipotence perpetually vexes me :(

Untitled #18. Let’s not have any ambiguity: Red’s dead. Hey, that rhymes! Neat!

Untitled #19. While strip 18 coincidentally did fall on April Fool’s, it wasn’t a prank. This comic has two characters now. Remember when this comic was about ass jokes?

Untitled #20. Three more strips to go. Holy shit.

Untitled #21. ass haha

Untitled #22. What am I going to do? Who knows… Find out tomorrow at roughly 8:30 AM EST!

Untitled #23.

@bettinalevyisdetermined have you seen this comic?

Fuck.

That was… Emotional.

Existentialism, nihilism, absurdism. Circling back, as all things should, to love in one of its many forms.

Kierkegaard said “for any love to be genuine, the lover must dance with death: the thought of it must be a constant companion to love.”

And in the end, the fear of their deaths, and the friendship between them, gives meaning to their existence and makes them real for the reader, just as the comic said.

Send me to Mars with party supplies before next august 5th

No guys you don’t understand.

The soil testing equipment on Curiosity makes a buzzing noise and the pitch of the noise changes depending on what part of an experiment Curiosity is performing, this is the way Curiosity sings to itself.

So some of the finest minds currently alive decided to take incredibly expensive important scientific equipment and mess with it until they worked out how to move in just the right way to sing Happy Birthday, then someone made a cake on Curiosity’s birthday and took it into Mission control so that a room full of brilliant scientists and engineers could throw a birthday party for a non-autonomous robot 225 million kilometres away and listen to it sing the first ever song sung on Mars*, which was Happy Birthday.

This isn’t a sad story, this a happy story about the ridiculousness of humans and the way we love things. We built a little robot and called it Curiosity and flung it into the star to go and explore places we can’t get to because it’s name is in our nature and then just because we could, we taught it how to sing.

That’s not sad, that’s awesome.

*this is different from the first song ever played on mars (Reach For The Stars by Will.I.Am) which happened the year before, singing is different from playing

This is humanity

Happy Birthday, Curiousity.

Happy birthday, Curiosity.

Happy birthday, Curiosity.

IM SO FUCKING HAPPY !!!!!!

GRANDMA SENT ME MONEY TO BUY SHRIMPS !!!!!!!!!!

LIFE IS WORTH LIVING AGAIN

@yuri-goth go ahead ^_^

i also went ahead and solved it i hope u dont mind

there is not a world where i would mind

thinking about how milk jugs are so perfectly designed; not a bit of wasted space. the handle is part of the container as well and you can clearly see how much of the liquid is left. genius. im thinking of eating the mushroom growing in my frontyard whole. if even one person is nice to me today i will kiss them on the lips

It doesn’t end there:

another addition

do you ever just like. feel unbelievably proud of someone you’d never even heard of previously

oh my god

would you still love me if i was a worm?

occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?

egg

i drew it

hey I hope you dont mind I also painted your egg

I have also painted egg (great photo OP)

I have limited artistic talent, but I do appreciate eggs. So here, have a picture of my double-yolked egg this week. It brought me much joy.

At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.

Man behind me having unhinged phone conversation. There is an internationally famous dairy in the area I was visiting and he was commissioned by the lady on the other end of the phone to collect specific cheeses from there. The lady is very high strung about the type and condition of the cheese.

The man does not know from cheese. The man "ain't never seen no cheese but orange before" and "I showed ya list to the cheese lady so if it's wrong it's her fault ok?"

I am 80% sure she sent him there for a really specific bleu cheese, 40% sure he does not have the very specific bleu cheese, and 100% sure he's done with her shit.

Our flight is delayed.

He does not have the cheeses in a cooler, just a regular backpack.

I need to emphasize that there is no cooler bag in the backpack. He has Jansport backpack that is jam-packed with cheeses. There is apparently $405 dollars worth of cheeses in that backpack, which I know because he has been trying to get the lady to venmo him the expense, which she has failed to do. It is unclear whether his relation to the lady is romantic, familial or what, but I'm leaning towards "what".

Two more people have joined us. One is a very elegant man with a perfect manicure in a tailored business suit, the other is a neon-haired person of indeterminate gender wearing a fox kirigumi. The Shiba Inu has been staring at the latter for three minutes now.

Uh oh.

Cheese man has been demanding payment because apparently he went like six hours out of his way and paid with his own money and between the cheese and price of gas, he is pretty sure he does not have enough money in his account for an Uber home.

The lady is FLABBERGASTED that he is demanding payment at all, as she was under the impression he was doing this for her out of the goodness of his heart.

He's not having it. He's insisting she told him she would pay him back- he would have gotten her maybe one cheese somewhere closer to his business in the area out of love, but he went out of his way because she agreed to pay him costs+ extra to cover it.

HE RECORDED THE CONVERSATION IN WHICH SHE PROMISED TO PAY FOR THE CHEESE, SHE'S THAT MUCH OF A FLAKE.

I am about to offer this man cash for some of these cheeses because our flight is now more delayed.

"YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS AND I FALL FOR IT EVERY TIME! NO! NO! FUCK YOU! IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA PAY ME, YOU DON'T GET FANCY CHEESE."

"OR ELSE WHAT?"

"I'm gonna-? THE BABY SHOWER? MONICA CAN'T EVEN HAVE THIS CHEESE SHE'S PREGNANT!"

"The cheese lady asked if it was for someone because the mushrooms or whatever in the cheese are dangerous for the baby or something?? You wanna poison Monica?"

"WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT THAT?"

"YEAH OF COURSE I GOT THE CHEESE, THATS WHY I DON'T GOT MONEY FOR UBER!"

"YEAH, GO TELL! GO TELL MOMMA I STOPPED YOUR STUPID ASS FROM KILLING MONICA OR THE BABY! FUCK!"

*hangs up phone*

*head in hands, borderline hyperventilating*

The man in the three piece suit is in the chair next to him. He waits a moment, then reaches into his carryon and pulls out an entire bottle of wine with the TSA pre check sticker on it, and taps cheese guy on the shoulder.

"If your friend doesn't want it, would you be amenable to having it right now?"

Naturally, I have volunteered my box of wheat thins and offered to buy one of the harder cheeses which should be fine if it makes it home.

Meanwhile, Kirigumi has noticed that the Shiba Inu is staring at her and is correctly intimidated.

1. This is some fucking great Camembert. I have compensated cheese guy accordingly. So have like six other people. He's recouped like half his losses.

2. Cheese guy is crying a little about the cash and opening up about his problems. The cheese lady is his younger sister. Suit guy is being very generous with his Pinot Blanc. We are having a picnic/improv family therapy session.

3. This is apparently the latest in a long string of his sister asking for something and then flaking when he asks to be paid back. Started with paying him back only some of what he was owed, then claiming something she paid for him was of equal value when it was not, then recently telling him his memory is wrong and he said it was a gift or that he'd do it for free.

"Yeah, the specific thing of trying to convince you your memory is unreliable is called gaslighting and it's really fucked up." I say

"yeeeeah. The other stuff I forgave because she's never really had a good job so she can't pay me back all the time but at least she was making an effort y'know? But that was. That was over the line."

"If you haven't already, check on the rest of your family's finances. My brother started trying to gaslight everyone when he started stealing from our parents." Says Pinot Blanc.

4. Shiba Inu Lady has purchased a cheddar. Apparently, the dog's name is Donut, and he's her service dog because she's severely visually impaired.

"Oh, he's a guide dog?" Asks cheese guy.

"oh, no." She laughs. "He's too short, and the way my eyes are, it's easier for me to navigate with a cane. No, the problem I have is that some morally impaired people see the cane and think they can get away with stealing my bag or assaulting me because I wouldn't be able to give a description- which is wrong, but rather than deal with that I got Donut, and he helps me by howling at anyone who gets in my personal space and biting anyone who grabs me!"

"Uh." Says Kirigumi. "He's been staring at me do I need to back up or..?"

"Ohdear! No, no- He wasn't looking at you! He loves cheese but he knows he's not supposed to beg so he decided the way to deal with something he wants but can't have is to stare in the other direction."

"OKAY!" Says Kirigumi. "I'm wearing fox pajamas and thought like. He thought I was another dog or something."

"No, no- he doesn't care about dogs, and you get a warning before he goes for the calves. Very helpful, when I was living in Italy!"

"Oh what part? I have family in Tuscany." Says Pinot.

"Does he want a cheese? There is still so much cheese." Says cheese guy.

Plane may be arriving. I am paying for in flight WiFi to keep y'all updated.

1. Cheese guy has sold all but two or three cheeses that he an Pinot are going to eat on the flight.

2. I know they're planning to continue because Pinot talked to the gate agent so he and cheese guy can sit together and talk about family drama and cheese.

3. Pinot has been teaching him about different types of cheese and how to enjoy them.

4. Cheese guy apparently repairs computers and other technology devices for a living and is currently doing the software version of scraping barnacles and other crap off Pinot'macbook.

5. Pinot is now convinced that cheese guy is the smartest and most interesting man in the world.

Ok so the Wifi wasn't working on the plane (also like, nonstop turbulence) and also they got seated in a different row from me, but:

:)

Anyway, it's 2AM, I need to sleep, if you feel like supporting this kind of hard-hitting reporting, I have a Tip Jar!

Here’s the opposite story, though. With apologies because I don’t have the book in front of me, so I may get some details wrong, but I read this “Irena’s Children“ by Tilar J. Mazzeo.

Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se.

It’s about a bus driver.

It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.

And she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.

And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.

and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,

“Where do you need to go?”

And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.

So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.

I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.

We can’t all be Irena. I couldn’t be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I can’t be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is. It doesn’t matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.

And that’s scary. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil.

You can choose to be the bus driver.

Exactly. You don’t have to save the world. But you can do something, and something is always better than nothing.

A few days ago I discovered this poor little guy laying on the train tracks at my local station, I took it upon myself to rescue him, clean him, and reunite him with his owner.

u/YuyaBestBoy

I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.

@a-captions-blog could you provide alt text for @bayouette to edit their post to include for the images in their post, please? 🙏🏽 💕

This post was and still is beautiful when I queued it so—I want folks who need the accessibility to know what it said, too.

Yes, I’m going through my 1K post queue to provide accessibility and add alt text when I can. Not everyone doesn’t use screen readers. It’s…also a lot on queue 😅 as I wanted to keep my blogs active while I’m going through life and it’s instabilities.

[Image descriptions:

A compilation of screenshots about the history of humans. These go as follows:

1. A photo of a skeleton embedded in rock in an almost-fetal position. Text under the image reads, ‘They gathered that he became paralyzed from the waist down before adolescence, the result of a congenital disease known as Kilppel-Feil syndrome. He had little, if any, use of his arms and could not have fed himself or kept himself clean. But he lived another 10 years or so. They concluded that the people aroud him who had no metal and lived by fishing, hunting and raising barely domesticated pigs, took the time and care to tend to his every need.

2. A large wooden chair carved with many layers of words and drawings. The caption reads, ‘Most of the graffiti on the back part of the Chair is the result of Westminster schoolboys and visitors carving their names in the 18th and 19th centuries. One of the tourists carved “P. Abbott slept in this chair 5-6 July 1800” on the seat.’

3. A photo of runes etched into smooth stone (possibly marble). Text underneath shows a translation in English, which reads, ‘Halfdan carved these runes’ and includes a handwritten version underneath.

4. A photo of a Paleolithic dog skull. The text underneath reads: “The remains of three Paleolithic dogs, including one with a mammoth bone in its mouth, have been unearthed at Predmosti in the Czech Republic, according to a new Journal of Archaeological Science paper. The remains indicate what life was like for these prehistoric dogs in this region, and how humans viewed canines. The dogs appear to have often sunk their teeth into meaty mammoth bones. These weren’t just mammoth in terms of size, but came from actual mammoths. (in bold) In the case of the dog found ith the bone in its mouth, the researchers believe a human inserted it there after death.”(end bold).

5. Text that reads: “Here the stone says it holds a white dog from Melita, the moust faithful guardian of Eumelus; Bull they called him while he was yet alive; but now his voice is prisoned in the silent pathway of night.” (Source) 6. A photo of a torn letter, capitioned as ‘Letter of Apion, a Young Soldier in the Roman Army, to his Father, Epimachos, in Egypt.’ Text under the photo says: A real letter from a Roman soldier, written in the 2nd century AD by a boy named Apion from a small Egyptian town. He enlisted in the Roman army in Alexandria, boarded a large government ship and sailed for Italy. The ship weathered a terrible storm. As soon as he landed, received his new uniform and paid for it, he went to be painted in a picture for his family and sent it home along with this letter: Apion to his father and lord Epimachos: Happy birthday! First of all I hope that you are will and that things are going well for you, my sister, her daughter and my brother. I thank Lord Serapis [an Egyptian god] for saving me right away when I was in danger at sea. When I arrived in Miseno [the Roman port of war, near Naples], I received three gold coins from the emperor [Trajan+] As money for the journey, and I am fine. Please write me a line, my lord father, on your well-being, second on that of my brother and sister, and third so that I may piously greet your hand, for you have brought me up well and I can therefore hope for a quick promotion, the gods willing. Give my regards to Capiton [a friend] and my brother and sister and Serenilla [a family slave?] And my friends. I am sending you my little portrait via Euktemon. My [new] Roman name is Antonius Maximus. All my best! The letter was written in Greek on papyrus by a hired public letter writer. Two of Apion’s friends who enlisted with him added their greetings in the left margin. The letter was originally folded and sealed. He passed through the highly efficient Roman military post and arrived safe and sound as far as the small village in Egypt, where the boy’s father and family read it almost two thousand years ago. After the death of his father, the letter was lost in the household waste and archaeologists found it under the collapsed walls of the house. With it was another letter written by Apion years later to his sister after he had long been stationed somewhere on the Roman frontier and had a wife and children. That’s all we know. Some considerations: Generous the per diem for the transfer, of 3 aurei, correspending to 300 sesterces, that is to say about a year’s wages. Surprising that in addition to the letter he sent a portrait in uniform. The Cursus Publicus is amazing, enough to deliver the letter in a small Egyptian villiage. Let us remember that at the time the provincials were “Peregrini”, that is, not Roman citizens. 7. A photo of a tile with a child’s footprint in it. Text reads: A child’s footprint in a Roman Tile The footprint of a Roman toddler has been preserved on this tile for 1,800 years. It was found in Carnantum, Austria. Carnantum, was the most important ancient Roman legionary camp of the upper Danube frontier, situated at Petronell.

8. Text that reads: the context is the final line Martial 5.34 if anyone’s wondering: To you, father Fronto and mother Flacilla, this girl I commend: she was my sweet and my delight. Little Erotion must not be frightened by the dark shades and the monstrous mouths of Tartarus’ hound. She was due to complete chills of a sixth midwinter, no more, Had she not lived that many days too few. Now let her frisk and play among old friends Now let her chatter, and so lisp my name. And let the soft turf cover her brittle bones: Earth, lie lightly on her: she lay lightly on you. 9. A photo of a bust of a tan-skinned woman with brainded brown hair. She has been given a hand, which holds a pendant on a necklace draped around her neck. Text reads: The Whitehawk Woman. She lived in England around 5,000 years ago and was buried with great care. She was also buried with a newborn infant, and died aged between 19 and 25 years old. Researchers believe she died during or very soon after childbirth. Her bones indicate she was otherwise in good health.

10. A bust of a pale-skinned man with short brown hair and a mustache. He is wearing a checkered shirt pinned with a piece of metal. Text reads: The Slonk Hill Man was found semi-crouched in a grave near the seaside town of Brighton, England — in the same area as the Whitehawk Woman. Their lives, however, were separated by nearly 3,000 years. The Slonk Hill Man lived during Britain’s Iron Age. The reconstruction artist (an archeologist and sculptor) described him as being “very good looking”, tall, muscular, and in robust health at the time of his death. There were no obvious signs of what caused his death.

11. A bust of a pale-skinned man with long brown hair. Text reads: Adelasius Ebalchus. He lived in Switzerland 1,300 years ago, and was in his late teens/early twenties at the time of his death. His gravesite indicated he came from wealth, and his bones showed he was well-nourished. His bones also showed that Adelasius suffered a lingering infectionarcheologists believe he most likely died from lung inflammation.

12. A bust of a light-skinned woman with ong hair and large hoops in her earlobes. Text reads: The Wari Queen. She was found in 2012 by a Polish-Peruvian archeology team, entombed in an underground mausoleum in El Castillo de Huarmey, Peru. She lived approximately 1200 years ago and died in her sixties. Her bones indicate she led a leisurely life, and her decayed teeth indicate a diet high in sugar (most likely she regularly drank the sugary corn-based beer, chicha). Other artefacts in her chamber suggest she was an expert weaver — a very highly-valued craft. 13. A Tumblr post by Guooey that says, ‘ancient humans were also just some guy, if you got a baby from 60,000 BC and raised him in the 21st century he’d be just another teen boy named logan who tech decks off your arm.’ The reblog shows a an art piece of a young boy wearing fiurs and looking over his shoulder at the viewer. The comment reads, ‘this boy from tom björklund’s art (caps) would (end caps) own a minecraft creeper plushy. The following reblog by EvilSwampChicken shows the same image, edited so that the boy is holding a creeper plushie. 14. Art of a sleeping young child with curly dark hair wrapped in fur and holding a wooden figure of a humanoid big cat.

15. A text post by Elucubrare that says: The chronicle of the monk Herbert of Reichenau for the year 1021 ends “My brother Werner was born on November 1.“ 1021 was not an uneventful year. The emperor began a campaign into Italy. Illustrious abbots died. There was an earthquake. But Herbert took the time to note, at the end of the year, that his brother was born. Of such acts of tenderness is history made. 16. A text post by MarzipanAndMinutiae that reads: There was a medieval parenting manual that recommended parents smack pieces of furniture their toddlers bumped into and scold the furniture for being so naughty as to get in the way, so that the kids would laugh and forget their bumps and bruises I read that and my heart melted (source: Medieval Women by Deirdre Jackson. She cited the primary source but | cannot for the life of me find the book to check what it was called) 17. A text post that reads: In 11th century Constantinople, the historian, philosopher, monk, and general insufferable know-it-all Michael Psellos once wrote a letter to his infant grandson. He begins like this: “Perhaps I will not live to see you, dearest newborn and offspring of my soul, when you reach adolescence, if God so wishes it, or when you mature; for the days of my life are failing and the time approaches when its thread will be cut short. I have thereforedecided to address this peech to you in advance of that day and reciprocate your innate charm with the graces of speech. I should be ungrateful and entirely thoughtless if at a time when your perceptions and thoughts are undeveloped (though as far as I alone am concerned you are perfect in these respects, insofar as you hear my voice and feel my affection, cling to my neck, slip into my embrace, and put up with my annoying kisses), I should be ungrateful, I say, if I myself failed to render to you a fitting return.”

“May you obtain all that you love, but especially education and good sense, which alone can elevate the soul to its proper beauty and which constitute understanding of the more profound things. I wrote all this for you while holding you in my arms and kissing you insatiably.” 18. A photo of footprints in a cavebed. Text reads: The finding shows that children living in North America during the Pleistocene epoch (2.6 million to 11,700 years ago) liked a good splash. “All kids like to play with muddy puddles, which is essentially what it is,’ Matthew Bennett, a professor of environmental and geographical sciences at Bournemouth University in the U.K. who is studying the trackway, told Live Science. Read more.

19. A photo from Wikipedia titled, ‘Onfim’s homework exercises and “I am a wild beast” c. 1260 (item 199). The photo shows a collection of scribbles and drawings done by a child.

20. Text: Babies born with Down syndrome typically have distinctively-shaped eyes and skulls, which the authors of the Nature paper suggest might have set him apart as an infant. Chemical analysis of his bones shows he was breastfed, and when he died at about six months old he was buried in a monumental tomb, along with other children and adults, at a site called Poulnabrone on the west coast of Ireland. "The visible difference of that infant didn't preclude him being buried in a prestigious setting," says Trinity College Dublin geneticist Daniel Bradley, who led the new study. To Lorna Tilley, an Australian archaeologist who specializes in the way past societies cared for people who were sick or disabled, the the fact that the baby was buried in a monumental tomb with other children and adults should come as no surprise. "I'm not sure, unless it was a really dramatic case, it would have been thought of as strange," she says. "Most babies, in most circumstances, are looked after." Tilley says the archaeological record — from the Poulnabrone tomb to the jungles of Brazil — shows that global response to the coronavirus crisis is the rule, not an exception, in humanity's long story. "The most important thing we can learn from the past is the consistency of care," she says. "The last few months have reinforced that the behavior of care is something that has a continuing timeline from the Neanderthal times right through." 21. A photo captioned, ‘Dawn, a teenager from the Mesolithic period, which was around 7,000 B.C’ which shows a long-haired teen girl in white furs. 22. A chart showing graffiti with location and date. These are: Near the Vesuvius Gate, 7086: Marcus loves Spendusa On the Street of Mercury, 1321: Publius Comicius Restitutus stood right here with his brother. House of L. Caecilius Jucundus; peristyle, 4087: Staphylus was here with Quieta. In a bedroom to the left of the peristyle, 4456: Only Marcus Terentus Eudoxsis always supports his friends – he keeps them and protects them and supports them in every way. House of Sextus Pompeius Axiochus and Julia Helena; left of the door, 4485: Hectice, baby, Mercator says hello to you; 4477: Daphnicus and his Felicula were here. Long live Daphnicus. Long live Felicula. All the best to both of them. Under this is more graffiti: Aufidius was here. Goodbye. We two dear men, friends forever, were here. If you want to know our names, they are Gaius and Aulus. Graffiti in Arabic, including the phrase “This is an inscription that I wrote with my own hand. My hand will wear out but the inscription will remain.” 23. A statue of a woman and two children, one in her arms and one walking beside her and holding her hand.

24. Text: "Ofram the son of Sigurd carved these runes" "Haermund Hardaxe carved these runes" "These runes were carved by the man most skilled in runes in the western ocean" "Tholfir Kolbeinsson carved these runes high up" "This howe Vermundr carved" "Ottarfila carved these runes" "Benedikt made this cross" "Arnfithr Matr carved these runes with this axe owned by Gauk Trandilsson in the South land" "Tryggr carved these runes" "Arnfithr the son of Stein carved these runes" "Thorir" "Orkis' son says in the runes he carves" 25: Text in a book: Mνάσεσθαί τινά φαμι καὶ ἕτερον ἀμμέων. Someone will remember us I say even in another time

26. A text post and reblog by NateQuarter that read: i think we as modern humans have a tendency to forget that historical people were also humans who had thoughts and feelings and dreams just like we do bear in mind that i'm mostly interested in medieval english history, but... do you really think that all women suffered miserable, joyless lives? that no man ever loved his wife? that no gay person ever lived in peace? that no child ever grew up to live a life they loved? that no parent ever saw their disabled child and cared for them anyway? that nobody ever had sex, and enjoyed it? that no priest was ever truly virtous, that nunneries were always places where women were sentaway to be locked up? do you really think that it was just suffering day in, day out, unless you were the richest of the rich? do you really think that simply living in a different time made people stupid, senseless, violent? do you really think that people living in the past were so different from us, that they never had thoughts and feelings and dreams to rival our own? do you really think that people in the past were not people?

27. A CNN screenshot that says: (CNN) — A toddler laid to rest with their head on a pillow in a cave in eastern Kenya is thought to be the oldest human burial ever found in Africa. The remains of the child, who was between 2 1/2 and 3 years old, date back 78,000 years and were found buried at the mouth of the Panga ya Saidi cave, according to new research published Wednesday in the journal Nature. [The drawing is in red and shows a child resting under some sticks] An artist's interpretation of the child, who was laid to rest in a cave in eastern Kenya 78,000 years ago. It is believed to be the oldest human burial ever found in Africa. Plaintext of reblog: Yes, I’m going through my 1K post queue to provide accessibility and add alt text when I can. Not everyone doesn’t use screen readers. It’s…also a lot on queue 😅 as I wanted to keep my blogs active while I’m going through life and it’s instabilities. \End descriptions]

The more I get back into liking, loving and lusting on people, the more I'm reminded what a sanitized, segregated lie queers have been built into.

I've met the sweetest, prettiest queens who tell me "Well, I'm a transsexual. Sometimes I call myself a transman because both my trans self and my manhood are me."

New friends tell me about the sexcapades their closed polycule gets up to that they just watch because they're a kinky ace.

There's staunch lesbians who helped the love of their life transition as a transmasc, gay men begging to be topped by trans men with the fattest tits.

Older queers don't hesitate to shout "oh, like Prince!" when I tell them I'm androgyne. Vanilla questioning men will text me day after day before shyly confessing I'm their dream guy. Closeted trans women ask to kiss me because I'm their dream girl. Doms and subs who melt when they realize I'm both and neither, and they didn't know somebody like me existed.

There's vanilla lesbians on Grindr and acearos who have shown me love deeper than I thought possible and guydykes kissing girlfags and MtFtMtX elders and throuples that have so much affection that they just collectively parent babygays who got disowned.

Everybody is so beautiful! There is so much love! It is no wonder a cruel world has a vested interest in suppressing queerness when humanity is so expansive to us.

I also want to make it explicit that not only are these real people, but like. This is explicitly about people I know across the spectrum of race, ability, and more. Including me, a fat cripple!

Queerness is not the exclusive domain of the thin, the white, and the ablebodied. If you are any of those things and can only picture queer people like you? You need to ask yourself why.

That's why I'm making this addition. It is on me as a white person to make the room for queer BIPOC that is vehemently, violently denied. And I did not make that room in the original post.

Intersectional and lateral aggression kills. There's no "community" without U and I.

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This is way better than straight up telling your kid “Santa isn’t real.”

I never thought about it this way, and it makes me really happy

That family is big-brained as all hell