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the king picked the guy with skull shoulderpads for the court magician job, which is exciting

Glauco Cambon (Italian, 1875-1930)

Il velo azzurro

light pollution? no it seems pretty heavy i think :/

Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

Nadine Strittmatter @ Christian Dior Haute Couture Fall/Wint 2006

A Masterpiece in Self-Sabotage: Humanity’s Magisterial Climate Destruction

Here’s a fun fact to ponder: humanity, that apex of evolutionary ingenuity, is systematically torching the only known life-supporting biosphere in the universe. Yes, we’re currently starring in the cosmic theater’s most tragicomic act—"How to Obliterate Your One and Only Home.“ Bravo, us.

The science is irrefutable, though denialists insist on wielding their willful ignorance like a badge of honor. Anthropogenic climate change—the catastrophically accelerating alteration of Earth’s climate system through the reckless emission of greenhouse gases—is not merely "happening.” It is spiraling, dragging ecosystems, weather patterns, and future generations into an entropic abyss of our own design. The empirical data? Overwhelming. Carbon dioxide concentrations have surged beyond 420 parts per million, a level unseen for millions of years. Glaciers? Disappearing. Sea levels? Rising with the precision of an apocalypse-in-waiting. Biodiversity? Eroding faster than the attention span of anyone scrolling through climate headlines.

And yet, we persist. Why? Because humans are evidently hardwired for lexical gymnastics over substantive action. We deflect, obfuscate, and euphemize—turning “global warming” into “climate variability,” and “extinction crisis” into “biodiversity offsetting.” The linguistic sleight of hand is as impressive as it is insidious. By the time we’ve wrapped our tongues around phrases like “technological mitigation strategies,” we’ve already rationalized the continued plundering of the planet.

Make no mistake: this is no mere environmental issue. It is an existential catastrophe masquerading as an inconvenience. Earth’s delicate atmospheric equilibrium, fine-tuned over eons, is not a system we can replicate in a corporate boardroom or terraform on Mars. Our celestial neighbors are barren wastelands, after all, but surely the same species that believes in infinite economic growth on a finite planet can find a workaround for that, too.

The bitter irony? We possess the technological acumen and intellectual capital to halt this devastation. But alas, our collective willpower is as fragile as the polar ice caps. The dazzling hubris of humanity blinds us to the grotesque reality: we are the arsonists of a burning house, furiously debating semantics while the flames lick at the foundations.

So here we are, racing headlong toward a dystopian tableau where climate-induced chaos renders our arguments moot. If nothing else, our penchant for linguistic precision will remain a poignant epitaph: Here lies humanity, undone not by ignorance, but by its own verbosity.

crossover atla x "tomboy" from (g)i-dle

it's neither man nor woman, just me, loving tomboy

Original https://youtu.be/Jh4QFaPmdss?si=ccQOJ5UYvzyx66O-

Potamon sp. Crab Fossil; Pleistocene Epoch (2.58 - 0.012 MYA)