Hi. Do You See My Vision?

There's a number of people going after the artist for encouraging or glorifying self immolation or suicide, and others outright encouraging people to follow Bushnell's example of self-sacrifice. I want to try to say this so it will reach a couple more people.

This is not being shared to glorify or encourage self immolation or suicide in the name of protest. This is being shared so more people don't have to die trying to spread the same message. This is being shared so Aaron Bushnell's death was not in vain.

"Bodies upon the gears," but only the living can fight and remember the sacrifice of those who are gone. It is up to the living to continue the fight for those who are gone. This goes for Aaron Bushnell, and every single Palestinian lost in this genocide, and everyone else who has lost their life for what they believe in or for simply existing.

This has already been said better in this post and I'm sure plenty of others, but his message was not aimed at the government so they would stop aiding the genocide. His message was aimed at other military members, because without the military the government has no power.

[Comic excerpt from Fisheye Placebo by @yuumei-art and can be read here]

"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.

as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.

Ooh! Your project seems totally cool, and I'd love to join, but is having Ao3 required?

Thank you!! I’m really glad you love it and maybe even wanna join it, but absolutely no Ao3 or even Tumblr account is required! The project itself—once we get to posting it—will be on one of my—Camila’s—existing Ao3 accounts so there is no need for it there, and including your socials/contact info to find you in other places is completely optional so you can completely choose what to include! So… yeah, an Ao3 account is absolutely not necessary!

Wait.... huh?

I am so confused

And they all just have youtube provided descriptions saying they were released oct. 28th, 2023

Is anyone else seeing this stuff?? It seems like they might've done this with the whole blurryface album. But then if you go to their channel they havent uploaded anything since the line.

And I don't remember the exact date, but this seems to be roughly a month after they did the same thing with self titled.

Also dude falling through a hole in the ground?? A reference to no phun intended?? Or am I looking into it too much/wrong?

It is too early in the morning for this

Hate how lighting a candle does wonders to my mood. Like wowwww. Grug like fire? Grug not sad anymore because Fire in Cave? Wow. Real predictable of Grug.

In a world where gods are very casually involved in most aspects of life, but there are also very powerful magic users who can easily mimic the powers of a God, the only difference between a God and a mortal would be whether they can die, right?

So, theoretically, if God's could be born to mortals without ant direct provable divine intervention (like jesus), it's very possible for this God to grow up believing they're a mortal, possibly even being atheist. So when this God is proven to be immortal (rip their loved ones) they simply believe they are immortal. It's just a coincidence that theyre very gifted in this one field, even to the point of being the best in existence.

Green ribbons of light danced across the darkened rural sky to the song of stringed instruments coming from my phone. The gentle melodies punctuated every sudden arch and smoothed each long stretch. Somewhere off in the distance, the sound of my friends spinning, running, and laughing on the dirt road and through the overgrown ditches. Even further off, the howl of coyotes gives warning to some unfortunate creature.

The song changed.

I lean back on my elbows in the truck box so I'm not craning my neck as much. I watch the sky light and darken as the green strips stretch and compress, appear and dissappear.

I found a place among the souls who offered me a rope, thankful for the day my journey came across the boat

I glance over at the friend next to me, their breath fogging from the cold night air as they try to take a picture of the sight in front of them. A picture can hold a thousand words, and will always far outlast our memories. The last time we watched the sky like this, we were laying on rocks beside a bridge, both being lulled to sleep by the song of a foolish man, enchanted by a forest spirit. I had never known rocks to be so comfortable until that night.

The song changed.

I went back to watching the sky, the ribbons of light greatly diminished from when I last looked. Now, they seemed to be painting a picture of a snowy tundra, briefly illuminated by pine trees, putting emphasis instead on the stars above the green light. I traced the constellations I knew, recalling the stories and different names I knew for each one; wishing I knew more of their names, shapes, and histories.

I know you'd break your neck just to see the stars

I chucked and rubbed the back of my sore neck. If nothing else, the song got that right. The two friends seemed to tire of their galavanting and ran back over to join us at the truck again, watching the stars and northern lights. The ribbons seemed to take that as their cue to take center stage, once again filling the night sky. The lines between each fold and spike grew and shrank, boldened and blurred. We watched the spectacle in awe, music having returned to the familiar, calming strings.

A flash of orange, red, and yellow streaked through the performance, there and gone in an instant. For a moment, all that could be heard was the stringed instruments. My friends began exclaiming their shock, estonishment, and excitement, one regretfully saying they didn't make a wish. I sat there, stunned, replaying the sudden flash of light - a meteor, we agreed - desperately trying to commit it to memory. I didn't want to forget it or that night. The friend next to me suggested I make a note of it on my phone, so I did.

The night drew on, and songs continued to change. Eventually, we moved the truck around so we could watch from inside the cab, as most of us did not dress warmly enough. The friend and I talked about the last time we stargazed like that and of bringing blankets next time. We talked about the people we liked and of people we wished to love.

After what might have been hours, the show did end, and the four of us left our little spot in the country so we could all sleep before work the next day.

(the original note from that night: Fucking commet while watching Northern lights with buds)

Songs referenced are (in order): Journey to Wherever We May Go by Grand Commander, The Willow Maid by Eurtan, Archer by Novo Amor. The referenced string music is from Astronomy, Vol. 1 by Sleeping at Last.

Pictures by @/alyssamoggy on Instagram

hope you motherfuckers go bankrupt for real this time

"have you learned how to drive yet" i have the spirit of friendship in my heart. the joy of lifes little things in my soul. the whimsy of magic. the beautiful enjoyment of nature. the answer is no though

Gustave Caillebotte, The Floor Planers, 1875