Yana's Spot

Sea Pinks and Cliffs - Alexandra Buckle , 2022.

British , b. 1984 -

Linocut , 69 x 49 cm. Ed. 10.

Im in the middle of waterless shampooing alex and i cant get over how dumb he looks fhfhfbvf my poor clean rat son

Bonus tiny blep

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lmao are u kidding me this was at 200 notes last week what happened where did all these people come from

Julie Mehretu, Stadia II, 2004, ink and acrylic on canvas, 272.73 x 355.92cm

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have you seen plushbeast? now you have

she/it girls and he/it guys holding hands in harmony forever

Bukharan Markhor [Capra falconeri heptneri]

she loves bank tubes so much

They might be regal and elegant, but that doesn't change the fact that they are still a giant snake.

it's all worth it knowing my 10 year old self would be so proud

I hope the "What if Disco Elysium was about a witch finding her cat in the mountains" post never leaves the gaming discourse vernacular. It will never not be funny to me bc it's got all the Gamer Entitlement™ levels of CoD bros throwing hissy fits about "woke" shit but instead of being couched in far right reactionism it's the exact kind of "Kingdom of Conscience" style liberal outrage at anything with conviction and beliefs that DE waxed on about. Like even chuds who get mad that the game calls you out for being racist interact with the themes of DE better and understand them more than Cat Lady did.

Trying to comprehend this post shuts down my frontal lobe.

You need the context of these two tweets

Peer reviewed tags bc this is also a very good point that people should see

Breakfast boys

Most retail spaces have their own style of music. It’s just the ambient background thing you don’t really notice that makes it feel more like a shop.

Let me tell you. The week that our speakers went out at the sex shop was unbearably excruciating

It turned from a laid back friendly vibe to fully horror esque. We were just trapped in a mausoleum of masturbation. Entombed with the silent judging gallery of dildos. Without a faint tinny version of Love Shack softening the retail space it was too brutally frank. The sex toys felt like they needed curtains.

Customers would walk in and freeze, arrested by the wall of uncomfortable silence. We’d apologize and they would furtively move as silently as they could. All questions were issued in a whisper.

This was in the days before everyone had music streaming in their pocket so it wasn’t until day three we finally scrounged up a boombox and got a radio station going. It was a weird vibe still but significantly better than the oppressive nothing we’d been enduring before.

There has never been as much rejoicing as when our speakers finally crackled back to life.

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