The hardest thing to believe about The Hunger Games is that an authoritarian government in North America would invest in high speed rail.
I should be allowed to hunt ppl in my notes for sport. With a crossbow.
Eternal goddamn mood.
I woke up to someone trying to explain that Gay Panic is a media analysis term used for gay flustering and its been a while since ive wanted to maul a stranger like a bear but here we are
Oh for fuck's sake. All my sympathy for having to see that bullshit. Again.
Hey, @ everyone who somehow can't come up with a better term for having gay little butterflies in your tummy, here's a fucking list that doesn't include any terms for a literal hate crime defense:
- Gay butterflies
- Gay flustering
- Gay jitters
- Gay swooning
- Literally anything other than "Gay Panic," which is so infamously a term for a literal hate crime that it has its own Wikipedia page, which my good friend OP and I have both posted on multiple occasions, only to both dredge up the biggest dipshits known to humanity in our notes.
- Seriously, do you fuckers want us to come to your houses and click the links for you?
Everyone is missing out on the opportunity to use the term "gaynxiety" in favor of a fucking horrible turn of phrase, and that's super unfortunate.
starts talking about my emotional state with 2 degrees of abstraction instead of 7 and the sniper across the street who i pay to keep me in line fires a warning shot thru my little hoop earring
wait can someone explain what this means to me I really want to know
if i am candid about how i feel i will die like john f kennedy
the reason none of us can ever leave tumblr is because we've already evolved to having this be our only suitable habitat. we're the devils hole pupfish of people.

So somebody on my Facebook posted this. And I’ve seen sooooo many memes like it. Images of a canvas with nothing but a slash cut into it, or a giant blurry square of color, or a black circle on a white canvas. There are always hundreds of comments about how anyone could do that and it isn’t really art, or stories of the time someone dropped a glove on the floor of a museum and people started discussing the meaning of the piece, assuming it was an abstract found-objects type of sculpture.
The painting on the left is a bay or lake or harbor with mountains in the background and some people going about their day in the foreground. It’s very pretty and it is skillfully painted. It’s a nice piece of art. It’s also just a landscape. I don’t recognize a signature style, the subject matter is far too common to narrow it down. I have no idea who painted that image.
The painting on the right I recognized immediately. When I was studying abstraction and non-representational art, I didn’t study this painter in depth, but I remember the day we learned about him and specifically about this series of paintings. His name was Ad Reinhart, and this is one painting from a series he called the ultimate paintings. (Not ultimate as in the best, but ultimate as in last.)
The day that my art history teacher showed us Ad Reinhart’s paintings, one guy in the class scoffed and made a comment that it was a scam, that Reinhart had slapped some black paint on the canvas and pretentious people who wanted to look smart gave him money for it. My teacher shut him down immediately. She told him that this is not a canvas that someone just painted black. It isn’t easy to tell from this photo, but there are groups of color, usually squares of very very very dark blue or red or green or brown. They are so dark that, if you saw them on their own, you would call each of them black. But when they are side by side their differences are apparent. Initially you stare at the piece thinking that THAT corner of the canvas is TRUE black. Then you begin to wonder if it is a deep green that only appears black because the area next to it is a deep, deep red. Or perhaps the “blue” is the true black and that red is actually brown. Or perhaps the blue is violet and the color next to it is the true black. The piece challenges the viewer’s perception. By the time you move on to the next painting, you’re left to wonder if maybe there have been other instances in which you believe something to be true but your perception is warped by some outside factor. And then you wonder if ANY of the colors were truly black. How can anything be cut and dry, black and white, when even black itself isn’t as absolute as you thought it was?
People need to understand that not all art is about portraying a realistic image, and that technical skills (like the ability to paint a scene that looks as though it may have been photographed) are not the only kind of artistic skills. Some art is meant to be pretty or look like something. Other art is meant to carry a message or an idea, to provoke thought.
Reinhart’s art is utterly genius.
“But anyone could have done that! It doesn’t take any special skill! I could have done that!”
Ok. Maybe you could have. But you didn’t.
Give abstract art some respect. It’s more important than you realize.
Give abstract art some
respect. It’s more important
than you realize.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
zelda AU where all the things i like are in it and all the things i don't like aren't in it
the gerudo are no longer weirdly sexualized & their bizarre gender thing is changed into like. just having kinds of gender Expression that read as "they're all women" to people with Hylian expectations of gender but there's actually like 4 gerudo genders. the "one male every 100 years" thing is now "gerudo are long-lived like the zora and the traditional presentation expected of political leaders looks a lot like what Hylians think of as masculine"
also wouldn't it be cool if goron physiology was different based on what kind of minerals are in the area they live in. imagine ruby gorons
I can feel The dryness of those markers in my bones
Fun fact those dry markers were supposed to have water put into them to make them work. You take off the bottom thing and pour water in and bam, instant marker success. Only learned about this four years after I’d lost my set 🙃
WHAT
Hey. Reblog to save some poor kid lots of grief.
Fucking what?!
Every ‘90s child on Tumblr raises their head in outrage.
I just stood up so fast and snatched mine out of my closet brb going to the sink
Yup!!
I’m obsessed with buildings like this, they are so beautiful because they are pure function. The form is just an incredible display of geometry.
































