Alphonse Mucha (1860-1939) Medee (Medea) Sarah Bernhardt (1898) Source

Are we sure this web isn't created by some Doofensmirth-type bastard to make all of us dumb?

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

It's fucking great, it looks as if it has been taken from Disco Elysium, where it represents some genocidal, very much aristocratic monarchy, why the fuuuuckk would they like, publish it?

the thing is the king charles portrait is genuinely incredible and exactly how I would execute a portrait of a member of the british royal family but also I literally cannot fathom why the british royal family would have it made

@official-penis-posts ?

Once I was caught unexpectedly in a downpour on the top of Mount Pilchuck. In the course of five minutes a bright, clear day that let me see all the way to the Olympic Peninsula turned into a phantasmagorical nightmare. I couldn't see more than a few feet in any direction, my skin was turning a sickly white, the rocks kept sliding out from under me. I almost twisted my ankle several times. If I had remained more than a few hours up there my chances of freezing to death up there would've been high, and my odds of successful navigation on my own seemed slim.

As I struggled, a great black bird appeared before me. I say "appeared" and that should be taken literally — one moment I was cleaning my glasses for the umpteenth time, trying to see through the driving rain, and the next, this incredibly solid and enormous raven is soaring up to me. I would've been scared, but I was already terrified.

The bird could easily have encircled me in its wings. In the almost total darkness, I could see nothing but its outline, outstretched, almost triumphant, fluttering and blowing about like a spruce in a pitch-black tempest, a black flag somehow darker than the fathomless sky.

My guide darted, flickered, and spun, cutting through the torrents of water as I stumbled and staggered endlessly downwards. I expected to risk falling or twisting my ankles, but somehow every time my foot fell on solid, stable ground. Little splinters and spikes of ice seemed to course up my calves, but the nauseating feeling of wrongness that I've felt every time I've twisted or sprained anything never came.

As though I had been hurled out of the forest, I crashed full-speed into the hood of my car with a dull thud. The heater core has long given out on this old jalopy, but I figured at least I could've dried myself off with the paper towels in the trunk, and huddled underneath the thin car-blankets I keep at all times.

However, before I could unlock the passenger door (driver-side lock doesn't work. I told you, jalopy), I found myself looking into a pale face framed by a wild cascade of dark hair. The rain coruscated on his cheeks and ran around his mouth and down his chin. Without the crude intermediary of speech, his intent unfurled in my mind—I must join with him and be part of his company of riders in some Other Land.

I opened my mouth to assent, but before I could make a sound, the curséd voice of pragmatism tumbled out: "I must set my affairs in order! I haven't been to a lawyer recently, my house will end up in probate! It will be hell for my loved ones! Give me a week to decide!"

A sneer curled that noble face. Before I could try to cram the words back down my throat, the strange rider had turned away, and in that motion, he became one with the darkness. The rain gathered itself up from the ground and leapt into the air. The sky brightened with a rapidity that made me stagger, and I was left shivering, soaked to the bone on a bright Summer day.

Just very recently started liking little birdies and looking them up and so and its made me so happy

Your quality of life will increase ten-fold when you learn to appreciate the sight of a little bird

You are a person who covers your counter space in clutter and inadvertently makes a shrine to a long forgotten god who shows up to thank you.

DNI as in Documento Nacional de Identidad(Spain identity document), I presume

I just saw a DNI for "evil intentions". nobody puts up a warding talisman anymore just a fucking DNI

Yeah, they fucked all modded versions, anyone knows any other way to get it free? :((

My modded Spotify isn't working anymore so I had to download my entire library -_-

Does anyone know a good app (Android) to automatically edit metadata of songs?

Any recommendations for Linux or Mac? (Or Windows if it can be ran through WINE)

I think(I may have invented it) I heard somewhere that originally in Matrix, the humans were going to be used more as computational power instead of just batteries, but it was deemed too complex, so they changed it to a energy thing.

Funny thing here, with the emergy needs of the 'AI' nowadays and companies dead set on continuing its development, it is now more realistic for some people to be enslaved for the energy. I imagine us in funny little bicycles directly connected to the ChatGPT servers :)