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And now…the gallery.

www.infinitebacon.com
November 22, 2025 at 10:06 AM
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tanukinomori.bsky.social
The Garden of Kamigamo Shrine in Fall Colors🍁

📍Kita Ward, Kyoto City
November 22, 2025 at 11:36 AM
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#35: Clutter
A screenshot of a headline from an Adrian Chiles Guardian column. It reads "I've always wanted the perfect reason to declutter. Now I've found it." It was my father’s fervent wish that I take possession of all of his experiments after his death, that I maintain his laboratory—my home—exactly as he had left it, with the only proviso being that I might further develop any of his unfinished projects if I saw a way to complete them. I had always been his favourite, the one most like him in temperament and intellect (my brainwaves being patterned on his own had practically ensured our compatibility) and the only one of us he fully trusted with the details of his processes. “323,” he would often say to me (for that was the number assigned to me at my inception), “the secret of life itself lies within these four walls. And that secret, once discovered, will change the world.” Having only known these four walls, and having but a hazy conception of the world beyond, I could only imagine. My own life was bound by the constraints of the electrical cable which powered my second-hand heart. Other experiments relied on different artificial means of vitality; 18 (a hand kept alive by a concoction of fluids); 167 (a pair of legs kept perpetually moving by a set of mechanical rotors); 205 (a brain encased in an ever-growing fungus), all of which took an exhausting daily routine to maintain. As time went on, I began to long for some space around me, and to free those poor creatures—barely siblings, barely alive—from their half lives, but my promise to my father still hung heavy over me. Until I realised that if I could finish his work, if I could perfect his process, then I could dispose of all his unfinished experiments, for they would not be needed anymore. And so I took all that I had learned from my father and applied it to his corpse. Tonight when I complete the process, when I reanimate his brain and body, father—or rather 339—will walk forth from these four walls and will receive all the wonder the world has to give him. And I will finally be able to make some room for myself.
November 20, 2025 at 1:01 PM
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greenparty.org.uk
Today, on Transgender Day of Remembrance, we remember the transgender lives lost to violence.

The Green Party stands shoulder to shoulder with transgender people in the face of increasing transphobic rhetoric in our society and politics.
Today, on Transgender Day of Remembrance, we remember the transgender lives lost to violence. The Green Party stands shoulder to shoulder with transgender people in the face of increasing transphobic rhetoric in our society and politics.
November 20, 2025 at 9:01 AM
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tanukinomori.bsky.social
Sekizan Zenin Temple
Nestled in the foothills of northern Kyoto, Sekizan Zenin is a sub-temple of Enryakuji founded in 888. It enshrines Sekizan Myōjin, the guardian deity of the Tendai school, and stands in the northeast “kimon” direction of the Imperial Palace—long believed to protect the city.
November 19, 2025 at 2:36 AM
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End of the visit
November 19, 2025 at 11:17 AM
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Sekizan Zenin Temple wrapped in fall hues🍁🍂

#photography #autumn #temple #kyoto #fallfoliage #leaves #japan
November 19, 2025 at 11:17 AM
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They are HERE! Ordered 250 (optimistic) 70 have already gone.

If you’d like one of these www.infinitebacon.com/shop/p/nerdl...
November 19, 2025 at 11:26 AM
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kishizuka.bsky.social
Solange Knowles’ Saint Heron has launched a free digital archival library of literature by Black and brown authors, poets, and artists. Readers can borrow rare and out-of-print books for up to 45 days
Solange Opens Free Digital Library Of Rare Black Books
Solange has launched a digital library archive of Black and brown authors where readers can borrow books at no cost.
peopleofcolorintech.com
November 18, 2025 at 11:58 PM
nm0nm0.bsky.social
Waiting to see what my pay will be from work on Fri. It's a horrible guessing game because while payroll have informed me I will only be getting 'half pay' due to sickness, I don't actually know how much and all my email requests remain unanswered ☹
Added money worries are not helping my recovery 😕
November 18, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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Grindr launches 36-piece fashion line made from the wool of ‘gay sheep’
https://www.thepinknews.com/2025/11/17/grindr-launches-36-piece-fashion-line-made-from-the-wool-of-gay-sheep/?utm_content=1763466000&utm_medium=social&utm_source=bluesky
Grindr launches 36-piece fashion line made from the wool of ‘gay sheep’
Designer Michael Schmidt and German non-profit Rainbow Wool have worked with Grindr to launch a fashion line made from gay ram wool.
www.thepinknews.com
November 18, 2025 at 11:40 AM
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This piece was greenlit and then killed by a British newspaper, so I’ve decided to publish myself instead.

Trans People Deserve Better.
"Gender critical" feminism doesn't help women but it does help the far right

open.substack.com/pub/wellread...
Trans People Deserve Better
"Gender critical" feminism doesn't help women but it does help the far right
open.substack.com
November 17, 2025 at 8:36 AM
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mikehawthorneart.bsky.social
I'm attaching some of my lessons for drawing the head from different angles. I genuinely hope it helps.

Happy drawing.
November 17, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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The Amber Stripe; Northumberland Rock Pool
Acrylic

www.mickoxley.com/product/orig...
The Amber Stripe; Northumberland Rock Pool Acrylic https://www.mickoxley.com/product/original-paintings/the-amber-stripe-northumberland-rockpool
November 17, 2025 at 12:18 PM
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roterote.bsky.social
Using Golden Ticket to describe people who have fled war and destitution to legally seek asylum. An internationally recognized legal right that the UK is treaty bound to recognize is pure cruelty and evil. It is the language of Nazis, of deportations, of camps and life unworthy of life. Evil.
thetimes.com The Times & Sunday Times @thetimes.com · 7d
Shabana Mahmood has vowed to end Britain’s “golden ticket” for asylum seekers by forcing people arriving illegally to wait 20 years before they can apply for permanent settlement
Shabana Mahmood: ‘Illegal migration is tearing Britain apart’
The home secretary is planning to introduce a 20-year wait for permanent stay to end a ‘golden ticket’ for asylum seekers
www.thetimes.com
November 16, 2025 at 9:14 AM
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You cant parachute asylum seekers into deprived areas, in completely inappropriate housing, then say those migrants are 'dividing our country'. You divided the country because you can't organise a basic service and process claims in a timely way
November 16, 2025 at 9:28 AM
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mikehawthorneart.bsky.social
Just finished up a cover-quality commission
November 16, 2025 at 12:43 AM
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tanukinomori.bsky.social
A quiet morning in Kyoto, wrapped in vibrant autumn hues🍁🌳

#photography #autumn #landscape #kyoto #japan #fallfoliage
November 15, 2025 at 7:13 AM
nm0nm0.bsky.social
Get to know your mutuals. List ten random things you like

Dogs, especially Beagles🥰
Noodles
Kdramas
Comic books/manga/manhwa
Writing
Walking round Art galleries/museum
The beach/sea/coast
YT videos about Japan
Walking round cities looking at buildings
She-Hulk 😍
fourfoot.bsky.social Fourfoot @fourfoot.bsky.social · 7d
Get to know your mutuals. List ten random things you like

Border collies
The Fall (band)
Long walks
The Gower peninsula
Local Hero
Lemon drizzle cake
Drinks with pals
Short stories
Naps
Pub quizzes
doctordee.bsky.social DoctorDee 🇺🇦 Слава Україні @doctordee.bsky.social · 7d
get to know your mutuals! list ten random things you like

꩜ snowboarding 🏂
꩜ cats 🐈‍⬛
꩜ crows 🐦‍⬛
꩜ punk/emo/metalcore 🎸
꩜ chocolate peanut butter shakes 🥤
꩜ thunderstorms ⚡️
꩜ skateboarding 🛹
꩜ mountains 🏔️
꩜ science fiction 🛸
꩜ hello kitty ™️
November 15, 2025 at 1:12 PM
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adrianchills.bsky.social
#34: Coins
A screenshot of a headline to an Adrian Chiles Guardian column. It reads 'I decided to put my change into a cash-converting machine. Big mistake.' I only really have myself to blame, I know that now. I had been living in the woods for about a month, in the battered one-man tent that I’d inherited from Chaotic John after living on the streets proved too much for his bronchitis. I’d always had an affinity with the forest since growing up in the countryside and being there, amongst the trees and plants, took me out of thinking about all the bad things that had happened since—all the moments that had broken me and pushed me out of any kind of regular life. Walking down to the stream one morning for a wash, I came across the log. Moss-covered, half-overgrown, it still somehow glinted in the morning light. As I looked closer I saw that embedded in the wood were hundreds of coins, all denominations, some dating back decades, maybe even longer. It was a beautiful, unusual sight, and I wish to heaven that I’d left it as it was, but the hunger in my belly was growing and my pockets were empty and so, with my rusted penknife in hand, I spent the next hour digging them all out. When I ran to the supermarket I found I was too early—it hadn’t yet opened. But the coin-converter machine in the shop’s lobby was accessible. I don’t know why I threw all my newly-acquired coins into the slot—perhaps just self-consciousness about how grubby they all looked, the silver blackened and scarred, as if that would somehow reflect back upon me—but in a minute it was done. The button in front of me lit up. CHANGE. I don’t remember pressing it, but I do remember the shriek I let out as my bones began to stretch and elongate, as my jaw dislocated and pushed out, as the thick wolfish hairs began to prick out from my skin. I remember falling to my knees as my spine and ribs reshaped themselves and my claws scraped the pavement. I remember my howl to the morning air and I remember running. I awoke hours late with blood staining my teeth, flesh beneath my nails, and the weight of regret that burdens all the accursed.
November 13, 2025 at 2:06 PM
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stephencollins.bsky.social
Every ad now
[Scene is a kitchen - a middle aged woman called JANET is boiling peas at the stove. A younger more colourfully dressed woman named LIZ approached her.] JANET: Ugh... LIZ: What's up? JANET: I am so bored of cooking peas! LIZ: Have you tried... AI peas? JANET: AI peas? LIZ: They're peas with AI! [Liz holds up to us a packet of peas labelled: Pea-i AI - Peas with AI]. LIZ: Al-powered peas harness the potential of your peas JANET: What LIZ [Now a voiceover as we cut to a whizzy technology diagram of peas all connected by meaningless dotted lines] Why not take your peas to the next level with Al Peas' new Al tools to power your peas? [Show a techno diagram of a pea with a label reading 'AI' pointing to a random zone in it] LIZ: Each pea has Al in a way we haven't quite worked out yet but it's fine [Show Janet and Liz now in a Matrix-style world of peas] LIZ: With Al peas you can supercharge productivity and make AI work for your peas! JANET: What LIZ: Shut up LIZ: Our game-changing Pea-Al gives you the freedom to unlock the potential of the power of the future of your peas workflow From opening the bag of peas to boiling the peas to eating the peas To spending millions on adding Al to the peas and then having to work out what that even means. JANET: Is it really necessary to- LIZ [Grabbing Janet by the collar]: THE PEAS HAVE GOT AI, JANET [Cut to an advert ending screen, with the bag of peas and the slogan: AI PEAS: Just 'Peas' for god's sake buy the AI peas. [Ends]
November 13, 2025 at 5:38 PM
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November 13, 2025 at 6:32 PM
nm0nm0.bsky.social
Labour really are scraping the dregs with WS...I can't stand him! Every time his smug, self-congratulatory slapped-arse face appears on my screen I have to stop myself from throwing my phone across the room!
He's such a knob! 🤮
November 13, 2025 at 5:16 PM
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tanukinomori.bsky.social
Eishoin Temple🍁

A sub-temple of Konkai-Komyoji Temple, this small temple is usually closed to the public but opens its garden during the autumn foliage season. In 2025, the garden will be open from November 15 to December 6.

#kyoto #temple #fallfoliage
November 13, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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adrianchills.bsky.social
#33: Speechless
The headline to a Guardian Adrian Chiles column. It reads 'To the cashier who left me absolutely speechless - I salute you.' It’s just before closing when I walk into the DestiTech Optimart on the side of the ring road. I don’t have money and I don’t have a plan. All I know is that Janey and the girls need food and I need to do anything I can to get it for them. The scanner at the door has already registered that I’m creditless, but I go ahead and grab a basket anyway, and load it up with some packets of rice and tins of beans. Just the basics. We gave up on the notion of treats a while ago, after the last of my acting jobs dried up, but it still stings to walk past the rows of sweet things near the counter. As I put the basket down, the CAIshier—an oval vidscreen for a face, attached to two spindly, elongating arms (one of the older models, firstgen I think)—tells me that unfortunately, due to your lack of credit, you cannot be served at this time. I was right—firstgen, with the default voice they all used to have (based on some Northern comedian who jumped onto the licensing train early), the voice everyone mimics when they’re being most scathing about our new ‘helpers’. Please, I say, using every ounce of my training, imbuing my voice with all the heart and humanity and pleading that I can muster, isn’t there a way? At the sound of my voice I see the face on the vidscreen flicker. Say that again, it says. I repeat my plea. A smile comes onto the vidscreen. It’s the most human I’ve ever seen one of these things act. There may be, it says. When I leave a few hours later, it’s with everything I need. The CAIshier says Goodbye! in the rich voice I gave to it in exchange. All I can do is raise a hand in salute. The price of my goods was not just my voice’s sound, but it’s uniqueness. I pull my scarf tight around my neck, still sore from the severing of my vocal cords, and hurry back to the house, wishing that I’d bartered for perhaps just one bar of chocolate, as a treat.
November 12, 2025 at 5:17 PM