Are there any examples of mecha shows/games that actually match the tumblr slightly erotic body horror meme (besides heaven will be mine and evangelion) or are we just collectively hallucinating that?
I mean when you get into mecha series that want to deal a lot in what it means to lose your sense of self or die, you start seeing a lot of that. it’s just that tumblr also has a chronic tendency to post about theoretical media it would like to see while not really seeking it out, which is why people don’t mention specific examples most of the time
even Gundam somewhat regularly touches on surgical augmentations with lasting adverse effects for the sake of piloting better, not even getting into things like brain clones. there’s a bit going on in Zeta, the brain thing is in Crossbone, and a lot going on in Thunderbolt. Iron Blooded Orphans is so explicit about it that it has an opening shot where the protagonist’s arm flickers between his mecha’s, the internals of his mecha, and then finally his real arm again
it’s a very easy motif to grab when you’re working on telling stories about war because war always involves depersonalisation. when people start to feel like nothing but a weapon, they start getting attached to other weapons
I had always assumed this was some extremist Christian book for kids. Turns out this is actually by a gay comic artist named Howard Cruse who passed away in 2019. This is from a 1980 short story called “Billy Goes Out” which tells the story of a man named Billy who is trying to move on with life after his partner’s untimely passing. It highlights a lot of the struggles of the LGBT community at the time. This particular frame is him remembering how he blamed himself being gay when bad things happened to him as a child.
Hi! This is Cross (again) a while back I made a post about needing to buy a new fridge cause ours is broken and is out of insurance and keeps fucking up our food and recently the fridge door hasnt been closing, and with both me and mom being disabled it would be useful to also get a dish washer cause often we simply cannot wash dishes in a timely manner. Recently we had to use money to buy our own meds but I still had a while when I didnt have my adhd meds and did some impulsive purchases, thankfully we still have some money saved up for this purpose and we only need about 750 euros (around 844 american dollars) to be able to get what we need so if you could donate to help a jewish disabled and mentally ill person as well as their disabled mother we would be very thankful!
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This article documents the severe and ongoing specimen neglect I witnessed over 12 months working at Florida State Collection of Arthropods. FSCA actively solicits donations, then picks and chooses what specimens to care about based on individuals’ personal favorites. The rest are left to rot.
Please take a look and consider sharing this, it’s extremely important for people (especially in science, taxonomy, natural history, museum curation, etc) to know how and why scientific material is being lost.
Sorry all, I’m extra sad about this today. I keep writing about this situation and deleting it later because I’m still scared they’re going to come after me.
I got fired from FSCA not because of my skill as a curator or the amount of effort I put in (I used to come in on weekends for no extra money just because I enjoyed the work, totally honest) but because I complained anonymously on my twitter about head curator Paul Skelley continuing to hang around in my office and try to talk to me after I had told my boss Felipe Soto-Adames MULTIPLE TIMES that Paul made me very uncomfortable. In a moment of weakness, I complained about it to strangers on the internet because my boss refused to do anything to help me out (he has personally confirmed) out of fear of retaliation/firing. While I was working at FSCA my job was basically covering for Paul, fixing the specimens including holotypes that he and others had neglected for longer than I’ve even been alive. So, yes, having to fix his gross negligence eight hours a day while also having to politely stroke his ego whenever he felt like chatting me up eventually shredded my nerves.
What’s extra pathetic is I still miss that job despite everything. I miss curating and having that goal of fixing up the whole wet collection even though I should not have had to do that and I wasn’t being treated well at all. I learned afterwards that Paul has gone after other young “troublemaking” employees before me and I am only the most recent target.
FSCA has probably burned all evidence that I ever worked there in a ceremonial fire by now but I still think about the place every day. I moved to my current apartment specifically for that job, and I had promised my boss I would stay there permanently even though the pay was barely enough for me to live. I don’t have many job skills. I was just going to stay there and work on my weird shrimp even though there were some jerks around.
I don’t know what to end with, I’m just still sad about this and I’m going to be sad for a while.
If you are in biology or natural history, please don’t forget about Paul Skelley and all the effort he went through just to get back at me personally because I got frustrated at him one time. My life is considerably harder now because I insisted on sticking up for not only myself but for the other people whose thousands of hours of work have rotted into nothing under his watch. Don’t let this guy stay famous for being a great scientist, he is not.
I don’t think any video game I’ve ever played that tries to deliberately play up the “liminal spaces” angle has ever achieved even a quarter the liminality captured by sheer accident in the act of backtracking in a certain brand of late 1990s to early 2000s console RPGs.
You know the ones – from that era where the idea of linear, event-driven stories had just caught on, but the practice of putting the world map itself on rails wasn’t yet de rigeur, so you could in theory revisit anyplace you’d ever been, including the areas that literally only existed for the purpose of one specific setpiece.
When you returned to such an area, all of the monsters and NPCs would be gone, and there’d be no music or audio ambience because no non-event-related soundtrack for that area had ever been written, which made the game’s regular sound effects seem conspicuously louder. Just wandering around in this empty, silent backdrop; maybe you’d run into an NPC the devs forgot to dummy out who still acts like the event is ongoing, repeating now-contextless lines of dialogue and gesturing frantically at thin air. Maybe you’d stumble upon a treasure chest you missed the first time around, and the “item get” jingle would crack like a gunshot. Maybe there’d even be a room where the devs neglected to unset the event flag, and you’d suddenly be assailed by pulse-pounding techno heralding the approach of absolutely nothing.
Like, forget the Backrooms – give me a game that plays with that.
I made a cute little base to draw as many Jimmy / Gene / Saul clothing options as I could >:) this is only a mf smidgen of them that I’m gonna do but I wanted to post some of the ones that I worked on already! If you got clothing idea from any era of BrBa or BCS I’m always open to suggestions >:P
I plan on fully lining and color them when I got enough and then who knows what they might turn into after that yahoo
back and withering. can someone send me some money to get dinner please? i’m out of food stamps for the month and have absolutely nothing in my bank account to get anything
Inasmuch as the individual no longer confronts the other, he finds himself face to face with himself. On account of an aggressive backlash on the part of his immune system, a dislocation of his own code and the destruction of his own defences, the individual becomes in a sense an antibody to himself. Our society is entirely dedicated to neutralizing otherness, to destroying the other as a natural point of reference in a vast flood of aseptic communication and interaction, of illusory exchange and contact. By dint of communication, our society develops an allergy to itself. By becoming transparent in its genetic, biological and cybernetic being, the body even develops an allergy to its own shadow. Otherness denied becomes a spectre and returns in the form of a self destructive process. This, too, is the transparency of Evil.
