i need people to realize that being open and being outed are two very different things. let me be the one to tell your aunt suzanne i’m queer af, don’t take it upon yourself to introduce me as such.
everyone makes fun of reaper for trying too hard but look at mccree. even if you ignore the fact that he unironically dresses like a cowboy in 2060, the dude literally owns and wears a belt buckle that says ‘BAMF’. i like to think that when Overwatch was still active gabriel reyes once made a passing comment about how pirates were way cooler than cowboys and jesse mccree just fucking lost it and everyone started yelling at him for hurting poor jesse’s feelings and that’s why he hates overwatch
what the fuck. theres not even a fucking joke here. its just the fucking alphabet. i was expecting some kind of fucking meme like “gun” or “john cena” or something like that but no its just the fucking alphabet. here. on tumblr.com. 26 users just fucking banded together to write the alphabet. what the fuck, man.
I think the update broke them, and almost everyone else.
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“The director of the first film, Andrew Adamson, was very focused on preserving real emotion, on seeing things for the first time, and having, like, a real sense of wonder.“
“So he didn’t actually show me the set of Narnia where the lamppost is until we shot it. I was blindfolded and guided into my place, and he told me to just walk around, that the camera would follow me.”
“And so I turned around and I saw it for the first time. It was in a studio but it was ri-dic-ul-ous-ly real. I couldn’t get my head around it. And so what you see is my real reaction to everything. It was incredible.”
On top of that, she had been close friends with the fella playing Tumnus and had not yet seen him in full costume. They were kept apart a few days before their meeting was shot so when she meets him and lights up? She’s seeing her friend for the first time in days and he’s also in costume.
See, this is where enforced method acting is okay and sweet and adorable.
Gentrification creates a stifling homogeneity in urban areas that makes it less suited for the everyday lives of the lower class and more suited towards the leisure and tourism of those with expendable income.
An old, decrepit laundromat gets replaced by an upscale bakery? And people are mad? It’s not that the poor hate organic vegan cupcakes, it’s that most of us don’t have a way to do laundry in our own home.
Run-down corner stores replaced by hand-made designer clothing boutiques? We don’t hate your eco-fabric shawl, but I can’t eat that for dinner after work like I could have a can of beans I grabbed from that corner store when I don’t have time to take the bus to the real grocery store after work.
What gentrification brings in and of itself is not typically bad, it’s that gentrification brings institutions of leisure and pleasure and makes it so that the poor have to go farther out of their way for basic necessities. It turns low-income living spaces into local tourist attractions. It can even create food deserts by putting restaurants, grocery stores, etc. in that the majority of the lower class cannot afford.
Imagine if someone totally renovated your house and turned it into a mini theme park - they took away your sleeping space, where you prepare food, where you clean yourself and get ready for your day, and replaced it with things that will please people who are visiting, who have their own homes they can go back to, who are here not for their entire life but just as a distraction from their otherwise mundane existence. It’s not that you hate theme parks, it’s not like you’ve never been to a theme park and vow to never visit one again. It’s just that you need to live! To survive! And the leisure of those who have more than you should not invalidate your existence.
Not to mention if that laundromat or corner store merchant sees people in the neighborhood who can afford to pay extra, they will increase their prices to where some of the long term residents won’t be able to afford it.
I
work at a sign/large format print shop. One of our biggest customers sent me a
linked file that I needed to download to print. It was a one gigabyte PDF,
which surprised me. We often print decals with rasterized graphics for 12’x12’
walls, and those files tend to be around 300-500 MBs. This print job was just
for 2’x3’.
It took over half an hour to download, and when
it did I opened to investigate. I was expecting Hi-Res photos or original art,
but instead it was a whole bunch of white space with some colored text. There
was literally no reason it should be a gig.
Turns
out, EVERY line of text was a clipping mask to a
rasterized solid color layer. I had about a dozen 2'x3’ 600 dpi layers of
solid rasterized color. Turns out that adds up to a GB.
I
kept the clipping/text paths, eyedropped their corresponding colors, filled
them, and deleted the rasters. I literally reduced the file to 1/10,000th
the size for the exact same thing.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.