nymla:

I started planning this Yule Goat costume in June, and now it is finally COMPLETE! 🤪

🌲🕯️❄️🕯️Glad Lucia to everyone! 🕯️❄️🕯️🌲

To see a bunch more photos, pls go here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/15859289
And to read more about the history/inspiration of the project, go here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/15860535

Thank you so much to everyone for your support of my creative endeavours! 😍

dying-suffering-french-stalkers:

yahtzee63:

spockyourmind:

The first on-screen kiss between two men.

“Wings”, 1927

This doesn’t show exactly what the caption suggests it shows. 

In this scene, the lower pilot is dying. He had been captured, managed to escape, and stole a German plane to fly back. The upper pilot–his best friend and rival for the love of Clara Bow*–shot him down, believing he was the enemy. This is him kissing his friend goodbye.

“But that’s still slashy!” you can say. Yep, it is. “You can read this as homoerotic!” Yes, you can. “Why are you denying this? Is it because you think being gay or bi is shameful?” A thousand times no. I am pointing this out because I think this is an important piece of evidence about what homophobia has done to our society and to male expressions of emotion. 

In 1927, the obvious reading of this scene, for audiences, was not that this was a romantic kiss. Audiences primarily understood this as an expression of friendship and love, because of course it was perfectly natural for non-romantically involved men to embrace or even kiss, particularly at highly emotional moments. Of course a dying man would want to be held during his last breaths. Of course a guilt- and grief-stricken man would want to kiss his friend goodbye. 

However, not very long after this, the commercialization and commodification of homophobia became a powerful force. The market (including Hollywood) began drawing lines and graphs and boxes, declaring which emotions, expressions, habits, and even colors “belonged” to men and to women. This kind of touch, which would not necessarily have been sexualized during many eras or in many cultures, became forbidden to men in the US, Britain and Canada (and many other places, too) within the decade–and is still lost to them today. This scene–a far more honest expression of grief and affection than anything we’re used to seeing in today’s action films–became gay. 

Now, if you strongly wish to write “Wings” slash, you can still do so–and not entirely by putting on your goggles! University culture of the 1900s-1920s definitely allowed for a far wider range of sexual behavior than frats do now, etc. I don’t want to police what anybody can and does find in “Wings.” But I think we should acknowledge what we lost when capitalism decided that, for men, kisses could only be sexual. 


*You may recognize Clara Bow from that goddamned photo that keeps making the rounds of the internet captioned, “A sex ed class in the 1920s!” so everyone can hoot with derision at the shocked girls in their desks. The photo is actually a still from a movie, and the star, Ms. Bow, is front and center. 

#reblogging for the commentary #i know my blog makes everything gay #but i hope it’s apparent to y’all that what’s important is love #and men were denied lots of forms of it #fuck that (via @classiclitships)

Just Your Average Highway

nephyria:

At 50 miles per hour, the unlit, two-lane, six mile stretch of Sibley Road between Telegraph and the entrance ramp of I-217 North takes ten minutes to travel.

(This is, of course, not taking into account that this measurement was taken at 10:30 PM, and that the posted speed limit is 45 miles per hour. You should take into account that this is Michigan, and if you’re not going 10 miles over the speed limit, you’re going too slow. That’s just how it is out here.)

Here are some things you might experience in those ten minutes.

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wellpresseddaisy:

bomberqueen17:

darthnickels:

can I just say as a brief aside how much I love Hux. He looks like the deranged personification of the most unhinged British foreign policy choices circa 1890. He looks like he should be wearing a pith helmet and screaming about the colonials. He looks like he should be in the jungle trying to locate Kurtz and hating every second of it. He looks like he is Kurtz. He looks like a boy they left behind on the island at the end of Lord of the Flies because he cannibalized Piggy. He looks like he should be wearing jodhpurs and puttees and using his manservant as a human mounting block to get on his camel. He looks like a Rudyard Kipling short story. He looks like he thinks World War I is going to be over before Christmas. He looks like he might inherit a small barony and will immediately evict the tenants. He looks like he engineered an elaborate plot to get another boy expelled from Eton because he snapped him in the ass with a towel in the locker room one time, He looks like murdered a commoner for saying Queen Victoria was fucking John Brown. 

Turn of the century lookin ass motherfucker. I love him. 

Like, I think I’ve said this before, but I can’t overstate it enough: I think people don’t give enough credit to the combination of the people who did the casting, and Domhnall Gleeson, because there was no actor on this green Earth who was going to so flawlessly, cuttingly, razor-sharply spot-on eviscerate that particular extremely British stereotype as a ginger with a green passport and a bunch of silent letters in his name, you know?

Ain’t nobody hates the British like an Irishman. He did fucking research, and brought every ounce of frothing-at-the-mouth nuance a single human could channel, born of hundreds of years of hate and persecution and bloody oppression, cranked that shit up to eleven, and broke off the knob.

(Oh I hadn’t known that Oswald Mosley was Anglo-Irish. Well shit, that makes it personal, no fucking wonder Gleeson had such a fucking field day.)

That was genius born of centuries-long rage.

mystictrashheap:

mystictrashheap:

mystictrashheap:

mystictrashheap:

A small list of random ass sites I’ve found useful when writing:

  • Fragrantica: perfume enthusiast site that has a long list of scents. v helpful when you’re writing your guilty pleasure abo fics
  • Just One Cookbook: recipe site that centers on Japanese cuisine. Lots of different recipes to browse, plenty of inspiration so you’re not just “ramen and sushi” 
  • This comparing heights page: gives you a visual on height differences between characters
  • A page on the colors of bruises+healing stages: well just that. there you go. describe your bruises properly
  • McCormick Science Institute: yes this is a real thing. the site shows off research on spices and gives the history on them. be historically accurate or just indulge in mindless fascination. boost your restaurant au with it
  • A Glossary of Astronomy Terms: to pepper in that sweet terminology for your astrophysics major college au needs

Adding to this since I’m working on a shifter au one-shot:

More:

  • Cocktail Flow: a site with a variety of cocktails that’s pretty easy to navigate and offers photos of the drinks. You can sort by themes, strengths, type and base. My only real annoyance with this site is that the drinks are sometimes sorted into ~masculine~ and ~feminine~ but ehhhh. It’s great otherwise.
  • Tie-A-Tie: a site centered around ties, obviously. I stumbled upon it while researching tie fabrics but there’s a lot more to look at. It offers insight into dress code for events, tells you how to tie your ties, and has a section on the often forgotten about tie accessories

Even more:

promptoargentbutt:

hey i’ve thought of a new way to explain the difference between math research and science research are u ready

math research: Why does pizza get hot in an oven? Well, let’s first prove ovens exist. Then we can try to prove ovens get hot.  Wait, have we even proved that pizza exists? Have we proved that pizza can get hot? Have we proved that heat exists? Have we proved that I exist? That you exist?

science research: Why does pizza get hot in an oven? *sticks hand into burning oven* ahhHHHHHHHHHH WHAT’S HAPPENING


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zeethecomposerlady:

Whew … okay.  This is many, many months in the making.  It feels like I have waited forever to post this, only because I kept working on it, and feeling it wasn’t perfect, and working on it some more. I still have the feeling that it’s not there, but I’m gonna post it anyway.

Okay, @thursdayplaid .  I read Wee Doctor ages ago when I was on a break from college.  I didn’t sleep much as I read the entire trilogy in a few days, completely hooked.  When I finished it, I went out and talked my mom’s ears off about it, how it made me feel, how the characters were so complex and shaded and motivated, how it was so different from any fanfiction I’d ever read.  I thought about it almost constantly for weeks after.  The tragedy of W, John’s devastating determination personified at the core of him; the original John, trapped, doing everything he can for a Sherlock that no longer existed…

I began composing this piece soon after, needing to process the emotions of Wee Doctor my way—through music.  It has gone through many iterations, revamps, and redos.  I knew the song was going to be about loss.  At first, it was just John’s loss of his Sherlock.  But then, slowly, it also became about Davey’s loss of self, and Rooster’s loss of stability, and Tim’s loss of family—and then I finally got it, what my music was trying to show me.

So the piece got its final title: Lament of the Lost Brothers.  All these characters have lost their worlds, and they can never get them back, and they have to deal with that the whole story.  They try, and fail, and hold each other up while trying to prevent it happening from anyone else.  And in the process, they become family, brothers.

@thursdayplaid I hope you can hear through my music how much I loved Wee Doctor, and I hope you like it.  I know it’s not what you envisioned in your head those years ago, when I first asked you what kind of music you thought would be best for your story … I always end up adding more instruments the more I work on something.  ooooops.  but I hope you enjoy it just the same.  Merry Christmas! 

My music is best listened to with headphones. Also my music is ©opywrited.  Please do not use it without my express permission.  The album cover image comes from a post of Rooster by @jokerteeth .  I’m not sure who the image depicts, and neither did Google.  Maybe jokerteeth can tell us!