Pádraig Ó Tuama, Kitchen Hymns

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Pádraig Ó Tuama, Kitchen Hymns
Time: the word tolled like the bells of a church. Fonny was doing: time. In six months' time, our baby would be here. Somewhere, in time, Fonny and I had met; somewhere, in time, we had loved; somewhere, no longer in time, but, now, totally, at time's mercy, we loved.
— James Baldwin, from If Beale Street Could Talk
teamwork makes the dream work
Lavender - Pepe Baena Nieto , 2020.
Spanish , b. 1979 -
Oil on linen , 33 x 33 cm
Hot take: Dean and Benny were gayer than Cas and Dean
this scene where Dean cuts his neck open and Benny has to physically hold himself back from sucking his neck was extremely erotic and they should’ve fucked nasty
the insane thing with dean/benny and dean/crowley is like— oh yeah they’re gay. they’re gayyyyy and they’re fucking. in a way destiel is not!!! and there’s even feelings there!! (esp with benny). but dean still loves cas more. chooses cas over both of them. risks their lives and betrays them etc etc
reminds me of this
Leia and Han by artist Alice X. Zhang
destiel + insane shit they say to each other
they SHOULD have done a dean/claire parallel where dean gives her the impala and she crashes it on a hunt when she hears he died and a few days later shes trying to fix it back up but she starts to lose it and starts smashing the shit out the impala with a crow bar
The Red Awning - Antonio Barahona
Spanish , b. 1984 -
Oil on panel , 120 x 180 cm.
Muscles by Osmar Schindler (1907)
'stag at sharkey's,' oil on canvas; framed: 110 x 140.5 x 8.5 cm; george bellows american, 1909.
What if I start a trend called "No one nuts November" where everyone writes about their favorite characters having bad sex that sucks and isn't fun.
Okay so I made a list of 30 (well, 29 actually) prompts I am releasing into the wild. The point of this is that at least one of the participants are not having a good time.
It has 30 prompts for November but feel free to write and post whenever, but please add the tag #No one nuts November or #NoonenutsNovember wherever you post. You do not have to @ or credit this blog if you use any of these prompts.
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Reflecting
say what you will about the Habsburgs but I really appreciate how many of them created massive baroque synecdoches of their own neuroses. Charles V drove himself crazy trying to manage an intercontinental empire in the 1500s and then spent his final years in a monastery surrounded by clocks, obsessed with trying to get all of the clocks ticking in unison. Philip II was a meticulous and obsessively pious introvert and he turned his palace into a bureaucratic warehouse with him sitting at the top floor, correcting the grammar of his advisors’s letters like he was grading essays. Rudolf II was completely checked out of his role as emperor, obsessively collecting foreign curiosities while wars and religious revolts slowly devoured the Holy Roman Empire, just like the live lions and tigers wandering the halls of Prague Castle and attacking servants at random. All of them (the Habsburgs not the lions and tigers) had debilitating prognathism from centuries of inbreeding to keep their ‘noble blood’ (and to keep their territories consolidated), their bodies falling apart from the sheer weight of their dynastic history and endless pursuit of purity and centralization. It’s bizarrely and tragically beautiful.
Shane's only photo of Ilya for several years
Susanne Hay (1962-2004)