Doonesbury, February, 6, 1975, Garry Trudeau.
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Doonesbury, February, 6, 1975, Garry Trudeau.
Azalea
so make it
Cunt
CRINKLE PAPER MUCH EXCITEMENT
Eve's Bayou (1997) dir. Kasi Lemmons
good news everyone
The famous Hoot Hoot I Scream shack. It was an ice cream parlor built in the shape of a giant owl in the mid-1920s in Los Angeles. Originally located on E. Valley Blvd. in Rosemead before it moved to Long Beach, where it was finally demolished in the mid-1950s.
#ryland grace is not graceful
PROJECT HAIL MARY 2026, dir. Phil Lord & Christopher Miller
Buffy the Vampire Slayer 5.18 "Intervention" (2001) // Written by Jane Espenson
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for context:
“Beep Beep Bitch, You’re Gay!”
Updated the lesbian flag and added nonbinary, pan, ace, and aro for all your tacky LBGTQ+ barcode needs.
Hope yall like my abomination
That last one is fucking moving istg
at last. the gaydar
The only pride flag I care about anymore
awesome, just awesome
Peak masculinity. Photo from my collection, no date/info.
a gifset for every tww episode (in no particular order): bartlet for america (3x09)
“I’ve been walking around in a kind of daze for two weeks. And everywhere I go, planes, trains, restaurants, meetings… I find myself scribbling something down.”
the last scholar of alexandria — and the woman they killed for thinking
let me tell you about hypatia, because her story is one of the most devastating in the history of science.
hypatia was born in alexandria, egypt, around 360 ad. her father, theon, was a mathematician and astronomer at the great library of alexandria, and he raised her as his intellectual equal. in a world where women were expected to remain in the background, hypatia studied mathematics, astronomy, and philosophy, and eventually surpassed her father entirely.
she became the head of the neoplatonic school in alexandria, where she taught students from across the roman empire. she was not just a teacher — she was one of the leading minds of her time. she wrote commentaries on advanced mathematical texts, improved the design of the astrolabe used for astronomical measurements, and developed methods for more efficient long division. students and politicians alike sought her counsel. in a city torn apart by religious and political conflict, she was respected by christians, pagans, and scholars of all backgrounds.
and that is exactly what made her dangerous.
alexandria in the early fifth century was a powder keg. tensions between the roman government, the christian church, and the remaining pagan communities were escalating. hypatia was close to orestes, the roman governor, who was locked in a bitter power struggle with cyril, the bishop of alexandria. hypatia was seen as a symbol of pagan intellectualism, a woman who held influence in a space the church wanted to control. she refused to convert. she refused to stop teaching. she refused to be silent.
in march 415 ad, a mob attacked her in the streets. they dragged her from her carriage, took her to a church, and murdered her. the accounts of her death are brutal. she was stripped, beaten, and killed with roofing tiles. her body was torn apart and burned.
she was around 55 years old.
after her death, many of her students fled alexandria. the intellectual community she had held together began to fracture. while the great library had already been in decline for centuries, hypatia's murder is often seen as a symbolic end to the classical tradition of scholarship in the ancient world. the light she kept burning went out, and it would be centuries before europe saw anything like it again.
what haunts me about hypatia is not just the violence of her death but the erasure that followed. most of her written work has been lost. we know she was brilliant because of what her students and contemporaries wrote about her, but her own words are almost entirely gone. the world took her ideas, destroyed her body, and then let time erase the rest.
she lived in a moment where knowledge itself was under threat, and she chose to keep teaching anyway. she knew the risks. she did not stop.
remember hypatia. not as a symbol or a martyr, but as a scholar who deserved to grow old surrounded by her books.
idiots (affectionate)・[46/?] ⤷ 3.06 — “2Shy”
My dream job would be no job but someone pay me to get my life together and also motivate me and push me to accomplish things but gently so I don’t get mad. I don’t think that’s too unrealistic…
they should invent an 8-9:30 pm that's seven hours