#threads; the pig;

[kaftan]

Posted this ages ago on twitter, no idea how much it’s been discussed on tumblr, but: still one of my favorite parallels, still one of the best tai characterization moments

[pastafossa]

I just want trt readers to know me and sis and even my mother, upon explanation, have gotten great use out of the trauma pig metaphor, and we have since categorized our own trauma pigs and discussed communication with them. I have also caught sis singing

🎶 'trauma pig, trauma pig, does whatever a trauma pig does' 🎶

May all your trauma pigs be small this holiday season, or at least smaller than Boartholomew, the Great Boar Of Denial And Repression.

[gemkun]

@halovien ↬ continuation.

      ⸻       marred   flesh   ,   tattered   in   pigments   that   clash   otherwise   ivory   build   ,   stares   at   the   scrutiny   that   bares   down   on   his   naked   back.   to   any   practitioner   ,   the   progress   would   be   deemed   as   adequate   enough   ,   but   that   was   attributed   to   their   indifference   and   impersonal   approach.   leaning   ,   he   brings   the   pads   of   sanitised   whorls   to   raised   ridges   —   a   motion   that   offers   him   the   ability   to   inspect   the   canvas   ,   littered   in   streaks   of   spilt   sangria.

  ❝   you   may   forgo   the   antiseptic   now.   ❞   smoothing   ,   he   notes   the   substance   that   smears.   identifying   that   its   absorption   is   incomplete   ,   and   further   ,   interrupted.   ❝   your   skin   has   repaired   itself   ,   forming   the   necessary   barrier   to   prevent   foreign   pathogens   from   entering   your   body.   ❞   surely   ,   a   man   as   enlightened   as   sunday   ,   would   comprehend   the   jargon   of   which   he   implements.   at   least   ,   to   the   extent   of   interpreting   what   the   average   would   fail   to   comprehend.

  withdrawing   traversing   digits   ,   a   rustle   greets   ears   ,   and   the   doctor   plucks   a   tube   for   the   next   phase   in   the   healing   process.   ❝   to   help   you   with   the   scarring   ,   i   have   a   silicone   —   based   resin   ,   that   will   reduce   the   hypertrophy   and   redness.   use   this   instead   of   the   ointment   ,   it   will   hydrate   and   flatten   the   appearance   of   your   scars.   ❞   squeezing   the   required   amount   ,   he   settles   before   he   begins   to   attend   to   his   patient   ,   with   cautious   strokes   under   eyes   drenched   in   focus.

[hanabisays]

@scarrfaze

"Mister Starphase!" Hanabi quickly rushes over to the manager of Cade December and...why does she have so many bags on EACH arms?!

"Are you going to the cafe too? Prepping up before we actually open? LET'S go together! I would like for you to try something." And she's so excited too. Hanabi doesn't wait and she's happily skipping forward. As heavy as those bags are, she doesn't seem bothered by the weight of them.

[whilstiveputdownthisfic]

some of Nick's recent threadsy things - featuring Stinky, drinking, and replying to mesh

Saturday, July 8th, 2023; 7:33 a.m. DST

[grumpyfaceurn]

anyways is 35 too early for a midlife crisis? asking for a friend

[pessimisticsarc]

FIRST-TIME MEETINGS & ICEBREAKERS

@arkhampsych: "I'm doctor Jonathan Crane. Looks like we’re working together…"

Marty welcomes the stranger first, as he always does, with his cowboy smile and attitude, setting the stage for Rust to follow suit. Still, the younger man is barely distracted from the task at hand to do the same, the first dossier of five recently given to him hogging all of his attention.

He still raises his hand in greeting, which is more than some people get in a lifetime.

«You'll have to forgive my partner—he's one of God's special little people.»

Marty states, earning himself a flash of Rust's middle finger.

[ryanmoody]

Taken from @georgeromerosos & @hereticstations (forgive the tag) 9 favorite films that I watched (for the first time) in 2022.

Due to overtime I honestly didn't get to watch many films but I found I liked a lot more films then I originally thought. I included all genres not just horror.

The Northman (2022) - Director: Director: Robert Eggers

Wolfwalkers (2020) - Director: Tomm Moore, Ross Stewart

Dune (2021) - Director: Denis Villeneuve

Falling Down (1993) - Director: Joel Schumacher

Pig (2021) - Director:Michael Sarnoski

Threads (1984) - Directed by: Mick Jackson

The Quiet Earth (1985) - Directed by: Geoff Murphy

Across 110th Street (1972) - Director:Barry Shear

Alexander Nevsky (1938) - Directed by: Sergei Eisenstein, Dmitri Vasilyev

Please continue the game! I would like to hear from my followers!

[huboaris]

“Hey, hey, anything interesting happen while I was away?!”

[theothervonkarmagirl]

Clara: If you encounter an angry bear you're supposed to lay down and play dead. Inosuke: Who wrote that rule, the bear?! Just put yourself on a plate while you're at it! Dump some sauce over your head!

[iceswords]

// I'm crying bc this post just made me realize where I got the name kelvin from,,,

[unavernales]

13. for  an  argumentative  starter (For Jum & Joaquim)

"you are ruling beside me--!" joaquim roars, fist cracking the table they're currently sat at. mealtimes were supposed to be nice. in his kingdom, it is a warrior's time to celebrate and put down his armor. to enjoy their spoils and the bonds between those who share iron. mealtimes were sacred.

so why, pray tell, was he arguing with his new husband during one of their first dinners? everyone had ducked out for their own good: attendants suddenly finding something to do in the hallway or kitchen and its advisor suddenly wanting to go monitor the reef. joaquim's temper was as well known as it was feared, telltale signs causing quick and efficient dispersal of parties in the vicinity. all parties, that is, except for his pretty jum.

"you do not rule above me," he grits out, large hand gripping the table lest he lose further control. "this ain't your territory, angelfish. remember that. you're a guest." a sharp smile twists into his features and he tickles under the other's chin. "until you can prove yourself outside of my chambers, anyway."

[that-bitch-abbi-lynne]

[child-of-the-new-contagion]

The Banality of End Times

There's these dueling pay-pig recipients. I'm their client. I pay them and they perform for me. Among other things, they perform the function of being better than me, so much better and more talented. They produce content that I consume. I pretend to worship them. Sometimes I actually do worship them. Most importantly, I give them money.

One of them is on instagram. I found her bikini pics. She alluded to their existence in a reply on a different social network that I happened across. Cristina. From a perfect threads burn where she delivered the retort: "yeah it’s called restraint, something the IDF & u hate-masturbating over my bikini pics lack." It's ideology I like on a hottie. OMG. So it's not exactly pay-pig, a slightly more dignified form of pay piggery, it's hog-shill.

The other recipient is Ian Welsh. Well, theoretical recipient, I haven't sent him money, but I'm really thinking about it, he made a good pitch. But I'm struggling in this economy, right? That's my counter-pitch, to myself, because no one else is aware.

He posted a list of catastrophes and paradigm shifts he predicted in point form. One of them had an ominous sentence after: "It has begun." How do I feel about that? Should I craft it into something to post on that facebook thread? First I've got to do some appreciation theatre and prove myself willing to perform perfunctory attention and admiration upon colleagues in the college of dubious artforms. Level up on points. To where I can post. 

Ian, quoting chapter and verse, me, licking it up like gospel ladeled down my gullet. Gross.

Is that how ppl become fans of ppl on instagram? That's sad. I don't want to play a sad role in a sad little play that is horrifying and beautiful at times, like pixies singing songs to you at the peak/trough diamond drill interval of an ayahuasca trip. We know those "entheogens" don't necessarily do any good, people can go in and out with their asshole egos intact no problem, look at burning man for an example, look at all those zaphod beeblebroxes going into their total perspective vortexes and coming out with the idea that the universe is endorsing their dream to go on mismanaging silicon valley parasite farms. Oh, that rant felt righteous and full of holes.

It can get to be too much some times. Luckily I don't fall into panic much any more. I just let it flow, as it's all disposed to, around me, around me. Don't know what they do, but the things they all get up to just astound me, astound me, Nursery Rhymes for arrested developments. Ok, I got one mantra ready, at least. I cobbled together one of them. That's as heroic as I can get. Until something forces me to get moreso.

Just between you and me, that was too much of that oil. Might have to edit inconvenient vestiges of the present that try to out-compete and eliminate ways of coping, being here now, in the moment. Does make me aware of how cold my hands are, in a more immediate way, like it's weighty, means something, feels something extra. Does make me aware I'm doing something, writing, and lending the weight of weightier sensation to the fact that writing is a struggle, lends more weight to the activity, makes meaning even, in and of itself, if meaning could be derived later, by whatever standard reigns then. See, that's the big question. The goddamn state boundary. You see? Ah, nevermind. I'll try again later.

Nursery mantras I sing to myself when I get desperate, or even drowsy. When I don't want to get out of bed, and it's a morning lullaby, an elegy to waking life and exhortation to stay in bed, and don't worry about it, and don't despair but get back to that pleasant drowsiness, treat the drowsy like I drug, not like anyone else drugs but like I do it, how I treat it like a laudanum-coated lollipop. Some people do dream in a druggy kind of way, ppl do know what I'm talking about, even if the idea of addiction to sleep is seen as not credible, not worth exploring or even discussing... and what is even out there that hasn't got a reddit devoted to it?

What's my reddit saying about me? Did they turn on me? Did some one edit my wikipedia page to claim I was a paypig? Who posted these scurrilous lies? Actually no body, there's nothing, I can relax, as I've always relaxed in that area. I've kept a low profile, because of low points in my ego, in my story, which is I guess what passes for trauma with me, so I guess that's lucky, a first world problem. It's a first world luxury to worry about potential panic in the near future. I could freak out about that luxury, or luxuriate in it. I guess it would be far more pleasurable to do the latter.

There was cyber-bullying, I guess, before the term existed, but my dreams are fucked up enough, with enough over-the-top symbology, but not enough sex, although sometimes. Christ, had the first one of those dreams of my life, so there's weird stuff going on. Maybe there's a lack of outlet, maybe there needs to therapy for me, poor me, or pour me a drink.

There were multiple times of being smacked down so hard online that it kept me shy, even online, guarded. And still, I got multiple relationships out of being online, one of it enduring, ongoing, despite how life conspires to break our wills to be there for each other, that bare minimum thing that can mean so much, even in good times, all the more so in times that seem like "the bad timeline" in a sci-fi movie, like where climate change wasn't fixed easily, even within capitalism, with market-based solutions, like the ozone hole was, and instead, all the "worst-case" models turned out to be overly-sunny projections, and the prognosis became increasingly malignant for human survival, and we got to see the clown fascist pre-shock before the century-long banality of end-times.

I can't think of what to say in the threads replies. I'm tongue-tied. I guess that's why I'm a pay pig. I'm not paying much though. I guess I could splurge and buy some real top-tier temporary loyalty. For a weekend. And then, I dunno, go on a mass shooting spree? Nah, not extraverted enough. That's very late-90s anyway. Old old paradigm. Now I'm an adult, more civic-minded, more inclined to do terrorism towards a doomed revolution, if anything. I'm a cynic civic. Can the word civic be used like that? I'm not sure. What is this, a podcast monologue now?

[gcldfanged]

Cloud always preferred it when Jae was away. In some ways he reminded him of Tseng ; while other Turks were seen working together, be it Rude and Reno being a duo or other members often tagging along with them. Their Second in Command often worked alone when not strapped to the President's side. Jae also did.. thus when the Turk showed up, it was always noticed. The cadet was getting used to being 'played with'. Being the youngest and dubbed the 'pet' of the family - a role akin to Dark Nation, he'd endured much conditioning of the way they ran things. There was a reason Rude was his favorite ; he treated him the most humane. Jae was a twisted psychopath, as far as he was concerned. At least they were working for the same team. "Why are you following me around?" Cloud finally snapped towards the Turk, once he'd moved a distance away from the Third Class SOLDIER's he'd been talking to. Who he was really looking for was Zack but the First was no where in sight. He'd yet to learn to fit into this 'family'. Cloud always was armed with a hot attitude and snide glare.

Jae-Hyo crowds the blonde against the wall, leaning his elbow against the space to the right of Strife's head. Cloud looks like he's ready to snap and bite at any hand that dares come to close, so naturally- Jae has to ooze his way into Cloud's personal space even more.

"Maybe I have a thing for blondes," he purrs under his breath, his lips pulling back into sly grin.

As soon as he's had his fun, eliciting the reaction he wanted, he pulls away with both hands in the air- Showing that he meant no harm.

"Relax, kid- I'm just messin' with ya. And we work in the same building, so don't flatter yourself. I have to make a visit to our dear Director, whose office IS on the SOLDIER floor... Unless you'd like to come with me to confirm the sincerity of my words? I'm sure that he's just dying to know what a self-important little shit you are."

He pats the side of Strife's cheek, giving him a brief pinch like he's a particularly slow child.

"A word of advice, I'm training you because I know there's potential, somewhere underneath that massive chip on your shoulder. Don't squander the opportunity by insulting me again."

[headspace-hotel]

I will write this thought about Veganism and Classism in the USA in another post so as to not derail the other thread:

There are comments in the notes that say meat is only cheaper than plant based foods because of subsidies artificially lowering the price of meat in the United States. This is...part of the story but not all of it.

For my animal agriculture lab we went to a butcher shop and watched the butcher cut up a pig into various cuts of meat. I have had to study quite a bit about the meat industry in that class. This has been the first time I fully realized how strongly the meat on a single animal is divided up by socioeconomic class.

Like yes, meat cumulatively takes more natural resources to create and thus should be more expensive, but once that animal is cut apart, it is divided up between rich and poor based on how good to eat the parts are. I was really shocked at watching this process and seeing just how clean and crisp an indicator of class this is.

Specifically, the types of meat I'm most familiar with are traditionally "waste" parts left over once the desirable parts are gone. For example, beef brisket is the dangly, floppy bit on the front of a cow's neck. Pork spareribs are the part of the ribcage that's barely got anything on it.

And that stuff is a tier above the "meat" that is most of what poor people eat: sausage, hot dogs, bologna, other heavily processed meat products that are essentially made up of all the scraps from the carcass that can't go into the "cuts" of meat. Where my mom comes from in North Carolina, you can buy "livermush" which is a processed meat product made up of a mixture of liver and a bunch of random body parts ground up and congealed together. There's also "head cheese" (made of parts of the pig's head) and pickled pigs' feet and chitlin's (that's made of intestines iirc) and cracklin's (basically crispy fried pig skin) and probably a bunch of stuff i'm forgetting. A lot of traditional Southern cooking uses basically scraps of animal ingredients to stretch across multiple meals, like putting pork fat in beans or saving bacon grease for gravy or the like.

So another dysfunctional thing about our food system, is that instead of people of each socioeconomic class eating a certain number of animals, every individual animal is basically divided up along class lines, with the poorest people eating the scraps no one else will eat (oftentimes heavily processed in a way that makes it incredibly unhealthy).

Even the 70% lean ground beef is made by injecting extra leftover fat back into the ground-up meat because the extra fat is undesirable on the "better" cuts. (Gross!)

I've made, or eaten, many a recipe where the only thing that makes it non-vegan is the chicken broth. Chicken broth, just leftover chicken bones and cartilage rendered and boiled down in water? How much is that "driving demand" for meat, when it's basically a byproduct?

That class really made me twist my brain around about the idea of abstaining from animal products as a way to deprive the industry of profits. Nobody eats "X number of cows, pigs, chickens in a lifetime" because depending on the socioeconomic class, they're eating different parts of the animal, splitting it with someone richer or poorer than they are. If a bunch of people who only ate processed meats anyway abstained, that wouldn't equal "saving" X number of animals, it would just mean the scraps and byproducts from a bunch of people's steaks or pork chops would have something different happen to them.

The other major relevant conclusion I got from that class, was that animal agriculture is so dominant because of monoculture. People think it's animal agriculture vs. plant agriculture (or plants used for human consumption vs. using them to feed livestock), but from capitalism's point of view, feeding animals corn is just another way to use corn to generate profits.

People think we could feed the world by using the grain fed to animals to feed humans, but...the grain fed to animals, is not actually a viable diet for the human population, because it's literally just corn and soybean. Like animal agriculture is used to give some semblance of variety to the consumer's diet in a system that is almost totally dominated by like 3 monocrops.

Do y'all have any idea how much of the American diet is just corn?!?! Corn starch, corn syrup, corn this, corn that, processed into the appearance of variety. And chickens and pigs are just another way to process corn. That's basically why we have them, because they can eat our corn. It's a total disaster.

And it's even worse because almost all the USA's plant foods that aren't the giant industrial monocrops maintained by pesticides and machines, are harvested and cared for by undocumented migrant workers that get abused and mistreated and can't say anything because their boss will tattle on them to ICE.