Kermit-and-co - Untitled

xfiles works in a 4 episode cycle that goes: what??? -> that was kinda meh -> this is the best show ever aired -> they need to fuck nasty RIGHT NOW -> repeat

On an intellectual level i know that early 20th century megacity concepts are deeply impractical and would cause triple the harm they purported to solve, but damn if the art doesn’t make me yearn to visit.

Hugh Harriss made some of my favorites.

ppl w nonbinary genders are not all just “between” male and female. gender isn’t a male/female zero-sum game pls stop

mulder is the blueprint for The Ultimate Masc Gender to aspire to:

goofy. wet puppy. a lover AND a fighter. gets into fistfights everyday. always yields to powerhouse women. action-taker. dreamer. scholar. *fluffy*. ugly cries on the reg. gorgeous. weird bangs. rizz-o-meter all over the place. like what even is going on but somehow makes him all the more endearing. dad jokes. "get a load of THIS scully". kisses the love of his life on a boat in 1939, gets punched right in the kisser, drowns, and confesses his love all on the same day....need i go on??

A number of men and boys have been kidnapped by the occupation from Kamal Adwan Hospital in besieged northern Gaza. Including seventeen-year-old journalist Aboud Batah

Approximately 1 billion light years across, the largest known structure in the universe consists of 830 galaxies nestled within 4 connecting galaxy clusters.

As above, so below.

Credits to the lovely people over at NASA and ESA. Image by Science Photo Library.

Instagram: @ spacestrikes

An observation:

In Swansea, when you get on a bus, the driver will literally sit at that bus stop and block the traffic if need be to watch you, hawk-like, on the bus cameras as you make your way to a seat. This is normal service. We must all be seated before the bus takes off. Very occasionally they might start driving while you're still standing in front of your seat, having reached it but not quite sat down, and the sudden inertia makes you instantly hinge 90 degrees at the hips and collapse into the chair like a doll in Toy Story when a human enters. We all have a good laugh. "Quick off the mark, isn't he?" an old lady will say. "Not even sitting, you weren't!" she will cackle. This is high entertainment. Her week is made. Your forced seating is a rare treat, a moment of human connection. You still thank the driver as you get off the bus.

In Edinburgh, the bus drivers have never heard of the very concept of waiting until the passengers are seated. Half a picosecond after your card is tapped the bus driver punches a nitro injection button and stamps on the accelerator. You are instantly hurled to the back of the bus, where you are thinly laminated to the back window. Time unspools into the traffic behind you. A local tuts at you, because you should have known to hold the handrail. After several seconds you manage to unpeel yourself, only for the driver to slam on the brakes for the next stop, flinging you at speed through the windscreen and onto the road in front of the bus. Ashamed, you get up and re-board. It costs nothing extra, because Scottish public transport is cheap and convenient. The driver actually pauses, because a woman with a cane has boarded. You seize your chance. You try to run up the stairs to a seat before she sits and the bus moves again. You are out of luck - at the top step the driver spins out into oncoming traffic at 87 miles an hour from a standstill, and you tumble like a house of cards impacted by a bowling ball, thrown down from the Olympus of the upper deck that you, in your hubris, thought you could reach. You rattle around in the aisle like a discarded can. The woman with the cane laughs at you. Some children kick you towards the back. You lodge under a seat, and cling on until your stop like a terrestrial limpet.

You still thank the driver as you get off the bus.

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.