#production basics

[bindaltechnopolymer]

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[st-hermerlin]

18.04.2025 // 7/30: Continued my collective memory course and oh boy, it's drifting into psychology. Only did about two hours today but my brain is fried right now and desperatly needs rest so I'm looking forward to the weekend.

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

I'm noticing some similarities between my fandoms

[jackalopedread]

[severalowls]

The greatest cure to imposter syndrome is having to interact with a coworker who is even worse at everything but definitely gets paid more.

The only problem is then you replace imposter syndrome with becoming some kind of joker.

[ingravinoveritas]

Someone on Twitter just doxxed Michael and David's hotel location in Scotland (at least until people called them out in the replies and they went private). This, after Neil already violated their (especially David's) privacy during filming last time in a way that we now know the horrific details about. To then have a "fan" turn around and do it is beyond unconscionable. Between this and the incessant begging for hair dye photos, I would be insanely happy if this fandom could just BE NORMAL about these people for five goddamn minutes...

[self-made-purgatories]

Kirk (saunters over to Spock's station, drapes himself over the chair and console, rolls his hips and lands in that cunty fuck-me contrapposto pose): "absolutely normal workplace conversation"

Spock (gets a little twitchy and nervous, stares directly at Kirk's cock): "absolutely normal answer to workplace conversation"

Thirty-seven minutes later:

Captain's Log: MY BRILLIANT PLAN HAS WORKED

[thepeacefulgarden]

[pendulouspuppyudders]

of all the arguments around ai that i agree with none of them have actually made me artistically interested in it that much, i think i value seeing inspirations and allusions and cohesiveness in art quite a lot and while people making art with ai can do those things the addition of ai adding a layer of inscrutable cultural abstraction kinda makes it not ever hit for me even for the pieces that i see might be genuinely interesting. its the same reason i don't really use it myself i find greater control over my artistic messaging to be important to me as an artist and ai takes that control away from me. the commentary on art it can be used to create is certainly evocative tho

[razzafrazzle]

strange old men!! theyre married for tax purposes (and gay purposes but thats less important)

[image description: a drawing of human designs for coach z and bubs from homestar runner. coach z is depicted as a lanky pale-skinned older man with a tooth gap, a five-o'clock shadow, and balding curly light brown hair with a grey streak through it. bubs is depicted as a bulky, dark-skinned older man with short greying afro hair and a short beard. end id]

[iratempestatis]

I made a post about Xiao having the potential to be a shitty father, but you know what- the opposite is just as likely.

Again, it's difficult to emphasise the potency of his paranoia. He, better than anyone, would know just how fast and how suddenly things can go wrong. He could never be cautious enough. He could never love enough.

Mortals emulate the love they've received. For Xiao, love is a distant but incredibly fond memory.

His formative years were spent slaving away for a cruel god- those events were just a deluge of misery. He was taught, in his youth, that love was nothing but a fleeting fog- that it is power that forms the stuff of sweet dreams. His childhood was a deluge of misery.

He'd at least know what not to do.

Sure, love found him in the form of his siblings- and you, of course- overwhelming adoration. But that's not the same as the love a parent has for their child, yes?

Xiao would need to fathom- on his own- what love would have to mean for him.

Xiao has no love to emulate from his childhood- and so he'd at least know what to avoid.

In his youth, his naivete was exploited- and so the child would never be punished for theirs. By the skies and the sands and the seas, he'd do anything, anything to keep them from feeling bad for knowing less, for being small. He'd listen intently to their mindless chatter, be an incredible attentive listener to the most puerile nonsense, acknowledge every complaint with the utmost gravitas.

Being made to forego his own instincts, forget his own intelligence and being forcibly morphed into a desperate bloodhound would be a most painful memory, and so the child would be given a startling amount of autonomy- within reason. Xiao does not have mortal parents, and an elder telling the baby “because I said so!” would make him froth at the mouth in a rage. He'd tell the tiny fucker every reason for every action if they asked. Sure, he can't really make it eloquent, but he can always try to at least answer.

“Why do I have to sleep at nine? I don't want to sleep at nine!”

“You have to sleep at nine because you have school tomorrow.”

“I won't go!”

“That's foolish.”

“Why.”

Every why would find a patient answer. Your baby would be the most articulate six year old on any playground pretty much anywhere. And also probably the most annoying.

Xiao would also never place any restraints on food- again, within reason. “You can't have candy for dinner because it's not good for your health, but if you want more chicken, that can be arranged.”

“We're out of chicken!” the child would howl and he'd tell them to say that again, politely, and when they acquiesced and quietly protested "but we're out of chicken!" he'd go off to buy and cook more.

The little runt gets caught stuffing food into their mouth at two in the night? He'd panic. Does he not feed the child enough? He's never been more ashamed of himself. He's a failure of a parent. You have to stop him from staring into space with an anguished expression and gently explain that kids- and well, adults too- just get hungry sometimes.

He'd sternly tell the tiny creature to wake him next time. Why? Because they're too small to use the stove on their own. Why? Because they're not old enough to have the motor skills to use it safely. Why? Because everyone needs to do some growing and get some practice before they can. Why? He really doesn't know. That's just how mortals are. He hopes that's a satisfactory answer.

The child's a picky eater? He'll try to convince them, but he'd never force them to eat something that really does disgust them. Even the thought of it is enough to spark echoes of the past, whispering voices that call for violence and stolen dreams. It makes him nauseous.

The child doesn't like boiled broccoli? That's fine. Would they prefer it cooked into cutlets? That's great. No boiled eggs? What do you have against boiled things, tiny creature? It feels gross? Fine. Would you prefer your eggs poached, on toast?

He discovers that's a messy thing to feed a child.

So much of his life has been spent in solitude. The cool sting of loneliness is an intimate friend, and so he'd let himself be summoned at a moment's notice. The child's bored? What would they prefer to do?

They have a tennis match? The thought of teeny tiny baby mortals swinging their minuscule arms at a ball flying all over the place nearly makes him smile. He bites it back on instinct, then sees the earnest expression on the ankle biter before him, and lets it escape. He'd never keep a smile from something so precious, so deserving of everything he can contrive and more, more, more.

Anyway, of course he shows up. Maybe not in the crowd with the other parents, but he watches regardless.

Xiao is strict about a curfew. It's one thing he'll never budge on, and it's the same for all his children, if for some reason you want more than one tiny creature running amok causing chaos, and expecting rationale from you before they acquiesce to your requests. He lives in terror of anything happening to the baby, and he's taken care to ensure his name always being on the tip of their tongue the moment they suspect danger.

He'd be so terrified of being a bad father that he'd end up being the very opposite.

(nuance in the reblogs thanks to @sizzles-z-4002 !! Thank you <3)

[mentallyillmindmeld]

L + ratio + you’re beaten

[mouse-postoffice]

some wips( some im gonna finish and some i wont)

[spontaneousmusicalnumber]

My hair was CURLY curly today. Almost makes me not want to shave it off! Alas, flattery will get it nowhere. I know what shall happen come summer if it stays.

[joongdunking]

@/cloudisclub “New Beginning”. Not just for the club, for the places you feel most like yourself.

DAMN ALL THESE CRAZY VISUALS JUST FOR YOUR CLOTHING BRAND PHOTOSHOOT???

ps: that sunglasses is from his bro 🤭

[fantasticenthusiasttale]

This is the most important post I'll ever make this month