Psychic and full of ideas

Name: Squeaky Hinge

Pronouns: he/her/he/her

Likes: Squeaking

Dislikes: WD-40

Edit: I *love* WD-40

@profoundtrashwizard u can’t leave this in the tags

Traditional inking is so fucked if you draw a line it's just there forever now and there's nothing your miserable little ass can do about it

i like it. my inks are evil and i love them for it. you just gotta accept the evil

this is so much truer and realer than anyone telling me to use whiteout/gel pens/paint to fix it youre right. the ink is evil and that's a good thing.

(Re: I asked if anyone in “John Wick” ever actually explicitly SAID John’s wife was dead, or if it was just heavily implied and stepped around so I could choose to argue that she wasn’t)

Oh, yeah, dude of course- I KNOW she’s dead. I watched the same movie as you. She’s like… SUPER dead. Flatline and funeral, yeah.

What I wanted to know was if anyone in the movie actually SAYS “death, died, dead, deceased” (because I couldn’t remember) because if they HADN’T, if everyone had just kept saying “gone” or “left us” or “not there anymore”, it would give me a WHOLE NEW ANGLE to play with.

Without anyone SAYING she’s dead, flat-out, all we got is heavy implications, a hospital flatline, and a funeral scene that I COULD argue may have been flash-forwards shown out of chronological canon to mislead the viewer, which films have done before.

I LOVE subtext. I LOOOOVE symbolism and metaphor and allegory and foreshadowing. I could talk about the dog from John Wick 2 not getting a name for hours. About Helen’s NAME. Oooohohoho my god or the LIGHTING.

Yeah, duh, we’re supposed to read the room and know she died. They were super good at making that clear. The viewer is supposed to pick up on that. Good movies DO THAT- lead you to an empty space by showing what’s around it.

But VERY GOOD movies… sometimes they lead you to an empty space by showing you what’s around it, then showing that a dozen other things could have that silhouette. They’re misleading on purpose, to play with your expectations and make you think and prove a point. Horror movies, while not my personal favourite, are FANTASTIC at this. Some thrillers and murder mysteries are BRILLIANT at this. Agatha Christie? She had some banger twists.

So like… it’s fun? It’s fun

And we used to talk about movies like this for FUN, like… “oh, what if the sheriff from Walking Dead never woke up from his coma and the last 40 seasons were just a dream?”, not because we think that’s where the movie is headed, but because it’s fun to think about

I’m not sure when exactly we stopped talking about media for fun and started doing it to feel clever and correct, but I don’t want to be right, here. If I wanted to just be right I’d have searched up the info before I said anything.

I want to solve a riddle I invented so I can enjoy a story that wasn’t told for myself, and share the idea with my friends maybe.

And I happen to think that considering the movies again while pretending Helen is still alive and just not around John turns it pretty handily from a tragedy to a comedy kind of, doesn’t it? See how the tone shifts? Isn’t that new perspective fun to look at?

Being correct is boring cause there’s only one answer. You gotta ask what’s possible

the student said, "i'm reading a zen buddhist cookbook. with no recipes." and the teacher replied, "ah, dogen's instructions for the cook, written in 1237?" "yeah," said the student, "it's saying not to let rats fall into the rice pot"

letting rats fall into the rice pot violates the buddhist concept of nonviolence, ahimsa. and this is one of the more dauntingly advanced cookbooks i've ever seen

ingredients: 1 grain of dust.

step 1 turn the Wheel of Reality within the grain of dust

I think it needs to become common knowledge that "inability to read social cues" can show up as overcompensating.

You don't know how much misbehaviour is allowed, so you become the perfect child who never tests rules.

You don't know if someone is irritated with you, so you'll be extra generous and self-effacing.

You don't know how much is expected of you at work so you'll kill yourself in a minimum-wage job and not notice that nobody else is working like this.

"Hardworking and quiet" should be as much of an autism red flag as "ignores rules and doesn't know when to stop talking". Or why don't we just start using words to communicate so i can stop tracking everybody's eyebrow twitches, that would be great.

Its come to my attention that a lot of people do not know how to deal with a hot car in summer. A lot of people will get back to their car, after hours of it being parked in the full sun, and will open the door to be blasted in the face with furnace-level temperatures, and you'll just clamber in and shut the doors and leave the windows closed and you'll start driving that thing, and you'll wait for the air-conditioning to battle and overcome the heat.

Thats. Insane to me.

The inside of a car can get up to 40°C/104°F hotter than the outside temperature. Why would anyone get inside that????? It's gonna take your air-conditioning at least half an hour to combat that and bring the temperature down to something even remotely reasonable, and in the meantime you're sitting there risking heatstroke.

Now, I understand that it's currently winter in the northern hemisphere, which is where most of this site lives, but a) I'm in the southern hemisphere and today was Lots Of Degrees, and b) y'all should read this now and commit it to memory or queue it to reblog in summer or whatever, because it boggles my mind that some of you get into a car whose interior is literally oven-hot.

So!!!! Some tips!!!!!

If you do this, your car will be a hell of a lot more comfortable a hell of a lot sooner than it would be if you got into a 60°C/140°F cabin and just.... endured that, until your aircon could overcome it.

This post has been brought to you by an Australian who knows not one but TWO people who get into 60°C cars and wait 15 to 30 minutes for their car to drop back down to a temperature that's even REMOTELY tolerable.

Until like a month ago I lived in Phoenix, Arizona where it hit 99° before the end of March this year. Almost nobody cracked their windows. I've never understood why.

me when i cant comprehend that different continents have different animals

the rest of the paragraph that was cut out in that screenshot literally explains the reasons behind the easter bilby and bluntly theyre minimising the impact that wild rabbits have had as an introduced species in our ecosystem.

the easter bibly was an ingenious campaign that builds in social awareness and change to an ongoing annual tradition without detracting from what that tradition represents. the choice behind it was intentional

It also puts the bibly at the front and center, which is important, because bilby were once widespread in Australia, but due to the threat of habitat loss, disease, and predation by invasive species in Australia, like foxes, these little guys have dwindled in numbers.

You can learn more about bilby conservation here, as well as get links to other resources, and, if you're a bilby fan, some access to bilby merch. I think I see some chocolate Easter bilby in there, too!

Freakin looking at me

Schwarzenegger winning seemed like the most embarrassing thing that would ever happen in politics at the time and now he’s to the left of every elected Republican and a few Democrats and just makes videos going “young men, my fadda was a Nazi and he was a contemptible loosah”

Once you start thinking about humans as a species in a biome, it affects your entire way of looking at normal things.

The other day I referred to female morning joggers as an 'indicator species' in that if you see women jogging in the dark it means that the environment provides migration pathways (sidewalks, clear signs) and doesn't have any known predators of female morning joggers (guy with knife, bear, BigTruck, male morning joggers).

Though, I think that people consider framing humans as animals reacting to their environment as rude.

Eugene in his useless era

Peaches from Neko Atsume

There’s a school down the road from us and as the weather warms and I sleep with the window open I’ll often wake up to the aural equivalent of the torment nexus.

It sounds like a tornado sucked up all the children and is spinning them wildly so that their shrieks and screams oscillate in arcs throughout the morning air.

When we first moved in I thought perhaps someone was driving a bus through the playground somehow endangering every child simultaneously and their battle cries rose and fell depending on how close they were to being run over.

I really believed there might be an emergency based on the urgency and length of the screaming. I’ve since learned the phenomenon is simply called Recess.

I couldn’t date a tsundere because she’d say something like “I don’t even like you! Hmph!” and then I would run directly in front of the nearest car

tsundere vs rejection sensitive dysphoria