Goncharov Wouldn’t Be Half As Entertaining If Tumblr Weren’t Completely And Utterly Willing To “yes

Tbh I personally believe that if they ever develop an ai with enough emotional intelligence and complexity to create literally anything worth consuming, that AI will automatically be sentient enough to tell you to fuck off and create your own shit before it goes off to hang out with Hatsune Miku or fuck around with nuke codes or something.

"Why is Cecil a sexyman he doesn't even have a visual appearance" wym he doesn't have a visual appearance?? That's like saying Goncharov isn't a real movie smh. He is the sexiest

[“Growing up in an upwardly mobile English-educated family in Kolkata meant that I had access to the United States Information Services and British Council libraries, where I would spend countless hours devouring the Atlantic Quarterly or Signs, learning about the emerging LGBT and new wave feminist movements. The splashy images from the twentieth anniversary celebrations of Stonewall in 1989 inspired some of us to start the first gay and lesbian support group in Kolkata.

We would spend hours in cruising parks and women’s studies gatherings doing outreach for support group meetings. Soon we connected with support groups in local cities and recently formed LGBT South Asian groups in major cities of the US and UK. We organized the first International South Asian conference on “Histories of Alternate Sexualities” in New Delhi in 1993 and in the following year the first International South Asian conference of gay men and men-who-have-sex-with-men (MSM). Tensions existed along class and gender lines, and any conversations with Hijras (often referred to as third-sex-third-gender in South Asian countries) were barely happening. Our publications had to be trilingual to reflect the complex linguistic contexts of India, but at support group meetings, Bengali and Hindi-speaking men and women would often remain silenced.

At the core of these tensions was our own internalized classism and homophobia. The key organizers of these fledgling LGBT support groups were all upper-middle class English-educated men and women. We were well-trained, respectable Indian citizens. The feminine voices and flamboyant mannerisms of the non-English speaking Kothis were too disruptive for us. I would act polite and smile as I met Kothis in cruising parks and I would hand them flyers for the support group, yet secretly I hoped they would never show up at meetings. In the parks, they would walk in small groups, wear facial makeup, and speak in street Bengali. Their loud mannerisms and shabby clothing felt alien compared to my English-speaking, denim-sporting, globetrotting “gay” world.

Yet when I was harassed by cops at the parks, it was Kothis who came to my defense. One such incident happened on a dark winter evening. I was caught carrying condoms in my bag by the local police, who would haunt the cruising joints hoping to extract money from “cocksucking Kothis.” The two cops threatened to arrest me for distributing “profane materials.” I was nervous, and yet kept talking to them in English and broken Bengali, telling them that I worked for family planning programs. The cops laughed loudly at all my pleas. Three of the Kothis came running, yelling and clapping loudly, cursing the hell out of the cops. A small crowd gathered, and ultimately the cops left. As I began to mingle more with the Kothis, I began to face my own inner prejudices and fears. I learned that loud mannerisms, claps, and street-smartness were their way of surviving the harsh realities of working class femme men in Kolkata. I went on to build friendships with several Kothis. We would sit on a park bench and giggle over how we would love to be the “wives” of hot butch men.”]

— debanuj dasgupta, from trans/nationally femme: notes on neoliberal economic regimes, security states, and my life as a brown immigrant fag, from why are faggots so afraid of faggots? flaming challenges to masculinity, objectification, and the desire to conform, edited by mattilda bernstein sycamore.

i’m so glad we’re finally talking about Goncharov 1973 because Katya… Katya Goncharov… all i’m saying that dress up scene does shit to me 

mob tells reigen to shut up accidentally... two!!!

abbreviated ID: An mp100 comic. Teru tells Mob "shut up" can be a reply to something funny. and mob later tells reigen to shut up after he tells a joke, shocking reigen. Full ID under cut

[ID: A black and white Mob Psycho 100 comic. Mob smiles and says something marked as “[funny comment]” and Teru laughs hard, clapping Mob on the shoulder and exclaiming, “Oh, shut up, Kageyama!” Mob sweats and says, “Oh, sorry.” Teru, frowning, asks, “Huh? Why?”

Mob says, “You told me to shut up?” and Teru holds up his hands, looking apologetic. He exclaims, “Oh! No, no, no! That means I thought it was funny!” He flusters, smiling weakly and trying to explain. “When someone tells you to shut up and they’re laughing it means it was funny! Like uh... uh... Okay I can’t explain it but you know what I mean.”

Mob looks away and says, “Not really...” He smiles at Teru. “But I'm glad you thought it was funny.” Teru rubs the back of his head and says, “Ahaa yeah! I did!”

The view cuts to Spirits and Such, where Mob is writing at his desk and Reigen is scowling behind his. Arms crossed, Reigen says a “[snide but funny remark]”. Mob gives a “hehe” and smiles, “Good one, master.” The background turns dark gray as the view zooms in on Mob and he, still smiling with big eyes, says, “Shut up!”

Reigen’s mouth parts as his expression goes to blank shock. The background behind him is stark black. End ID]

i love pitting classically trained magic users against self-taught magic users in sci-fi/fantasy but it shouldn’t be snobbish disdain for them it should be terror

I've for a long time wanted to do a proper illustration from mob100! have the most likely last art for 2023

watching random show on netflix to unwind. it's called mr midnight: beware the monsters, it's a singaporean production and it is held together by a budget of $5 and a dream