Yet another great piece of Sherlock fanart!
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Yet another great piece of Sherlock fanart!
I was recently inspired to draw a little comic based on a magnificent scene from The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon 🍊 I love this book so much!!
(hang in there Ead)
What do you think of this Ursula k le guin quote about how, under capitalism, 'fantasy becomes a commodity, an industry. commodified fantasy takes no risks: it invents nothing, but imitates and trivializes. it proceeds by depriving the old stories of their intellectual and ethical complexity, turning their action to violence, their actors to dolls, and their truth- telling to sentimental platitude. heroes brandish their swords, lasers, wands, as mechanically as combine harvesters, reaping profits. profoundly disturbing moral choices are sanitized, made cute, made safe.' ?
I think Ursula was a genius, honest and wise.
I also think that sometimes, especially when they are the first things of that kind you've read, even the most hackneyed ideas can astonish, enlighten and inspire you. We bring ourselves to what we read.
So I wouldn't ever write off bad fiction, or cheap fiction, or commoditised fiction of whatever kind, because for someone somewhere it could have been the magical door for which they had always been waiting.
The Addams family was, in fact, both magical and supernatural for its depiction of a healthy, loving, supportive, and fun married m/f couple.
This is now officially an Addams family appreciation post
In order to depict such purity and love in a m/f relationship, one must first set the foundation that these people are odd and not the norm. (per media standards)
They cared about their children, their children’s interests, and wanted the kids to always be true to themselves. How peculiar!
Gomez and Morticia never showed negative jealousy towards each other’s past love interests. Even going to far as complimenting them for being special to their true love. How bizarre!
They could forgive almost any character flaw in a friend or relative. The only thing that could not be forgiven was betrayals and pastels. Weird amirite?
Morticia is a woman’s woman. She allies herself with other women instead of competing with them. She even seeks to understand women different from herself and her beliefs. Strange.
Gomez wants Morticia to have whatever Morticia wants. He doesn’t give her permission, he actively supports her and motivates her. Fa-reaky.
I seem to recall once reading a review that said that Gomez and Morticia were the only couple on television in the 1960s whom you could actually imagine producing children.
admiring the stockings. 1940’s.
#[40S COMMERCIAL ANNOUNCER VOICE] WHAT’S BETTER THAN THIS? GALS BEING PALS
Fun fact: Though being gay in the 40s sucked, being gay in the military was easier, and pretty common. There were apparently, at one point in time time so many lesbians in the military that when they tried to crack down on it, the girls wrote back and said “Look I can give you the names, but you’ll lose some of your best officers, and half your nurses and secretaries.” And they pretty much shut up about it unless you were especially bad at subtlety. (Source: Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers. A good source for gay history from 1900s onwards.)
Sergeant Phelps worked for General Eisenhower. Four decades after Eisenhower had defeated the Axis powers, Phelps recalled an extraordinary event. One day the general told her, “I’m giving you an order to ferret those lesbians out.’ We’re going to get rid of them.”
“I looked at him and then I looked at his secretary. who was standing next to me, and I said, ‘Well, sir, if the general pleases, sir, I’ll be happy to do this investigation for you. But you have to know that the first name on the list will be mine.’
“And he kind of was taken aback a bit. And then this woman standing next to me said, ‘Sir, if the general pleases, you must be aware that Sergeant Phelps’s name may be second, but mine will be first.’
“Then I looked at him, and I said, ‘Sir, you’re right. They’re lesbians in the WAC battalion. And if the general is prepared to replace all the file clerks, all the section commanders, all of the drivers–every woman in the WAC detachment–and there were about nine hundred and eighty something of us–then I’ll be happy to make the list. But I think the general should be aware that among those women are the most highly decorated women in the war. There have been no cases of illegal pregnancies. There have been no cases of AWOL. There have been no cases of misconduct. And as a matter of fact, every six months since we’ve been here, sir, the general has awarded us a commendation for meritorious service.’
"And he said, 'Forget the order.’
- The Gay Metropolis: The Landmark History of Gay Life in America
neil/terry writing Good Omens and walt whitman writing Song of Myself were channeling the same thing when they looked at the world and said “hey how about we reject religious guilt and shame in favor of an unapologetic enthusiasm for living” compare crowley saying “Anyway, why’re we talking about this good and evil? They’re just names for sides. We know that.” on pg 67 and walt whitman saying “I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also. What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?” compare adam saying “If you stop messin’ them about they might start thinkin’ properly” on pg 433 and whitman saying “You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.” compare aziraphale’s hedonism and love for food and manicures to whitman’s “I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, […] I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious.” compare aziraphale and crowley’s rebellious love for planet earth above anything, for all its creatures great and small, to whitman’s “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars” and “[There] will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.” whitman saw a strongly religious culture that told him life on earth was inherently shameful and lowly and he said no. to love life as it is was a rebellion. and whitman celebrated that rebellion, said in his poetry that there is nothing to be lost and everything to be gained when you approach the world with shameless love.
then 100 years later good omens took that same message and wove it into a beautiful story, rich with meaning and depth and laughter that ultimately also says no. it says that there is so much to enjoy about being here and being human, that even with all their flaws these things are worth loving, that in fact to love without shame is the highest form of life.
in my opinion, the community of people who love good omens now is a living, breathing extension of that message. we celebrate ourselves, creating art and enjoying it, connecting with each other, rejecting shame and pretense in favor of unapologetic enthusiasm for this one thing that extends into so many other things. it’s beautiful and i appreciate it more than words can say. it’s an exhibition of some of the greatest things humanity has to offer.
english: coconut oil
french: :)
english: oh boy
french: oil of the nut of the coco
IM CRYINGNFN
english: ninety-nine
french: :)
english: oh no
french: four-twenty-ten-nine
english: potato
french: :)
english: oh geez
french: apple of the earth
french: papillon
english: :)
french: don’t
english: beurremouche
French: pamplemousse English: :) French: pls no English: raisinfruit
english: squirrel
german: :)
english: oh dear
german: oak croissant
english: helicopter german: :) english: uh oh german: lifting screwdriver
english: toes
spanish: :)
english: no don’t
spanish : fingers of the feet
english: bowl
spanish: :)
english: oh lordy
spanish: deep plate
english: car
polish: :)
english: i changed my mind
polish: that which walks by itself
french: coccinelle
UK english: ladybird!
american english: ladybug
french: weird
dutch: :)
french: …what
dutch: the good lord’s little animal
french: …ok
irish, polish and russian: *giggling*
french: …just tell me
irish, polish and russian: GOD’S SMALL COW
English: jellyfish Japanese: :) English: what yo got Japan Japanese: ~*~*o c e a n m o o n*~*~
English: gloves Dutch: :) English: omg what now Dutch: hand shoes
English: porcupine Dutch: :) English: … please, no Dutch: sting pig
JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER
English: Poppy
Dutch: :)
English: … tell me
Dutch: Clap rose
English: dragon
Finnish: :)
English: for fuck’s sake
Finnish: salmon snake
english: dragon
asl: :D!
english: tell me?
asl: SPICY DINOSAUR
English: nap
Romanian: :)
English: huh?
Romanian: a baby of a sleep
@the-cloud-road
English: Giraffe
Latin: :D
English: what?
Latin: camelopardus!
English: In the middle of nowhere
Slovene: Behind God’s back
Serbian:
Serbian: Where wolves fuck
Polish:
Polish: where dogs bark with their asses
English: somewhere really far and isolated
Italian: :)
English: what now?
Italian: in the ass of the world
Welsh: hiraeth
English: :S
Welsh: …
English: a longing for something or somewhere which no longer exists, to which you can no longer return; the longing for the lost homeland of your ancestors, which you know only through blood and tradition, and will never feel under your feet
English: ladybird
Welsh: :) :) :) :) :) :)
English: look, you literally just made fun of me for my lexical limitations, why are you -
Welsh: little red cow :)
English: aw :)
Welsh: :)
There may be a day I do not reblog this post but today is not that day!!!
English: raisin
English: Come on French, isn’t raisin a word in you vocabulary?
English: French?
French: …
French: DrY gRaPe
English: grape
French: you’re not gonna like it.
English: what?
French: in my defence I was first.
English: What?
French: raisin 🥺
doesn’t matter where you came from. matters what you choose to be. good omens tells us that story from crowley, who’s forced from love to darkness and who chooses to love anyway. good omens tells us that story from aziraphale, who tries so hard to be what his family wants him to be and in the end finds the courage to stand up to them and be what he really is. good omens tells us that story from adam, who is born for a single purpose and yet chooses another one. it’s about chosen family, literally for adam, more figuratively for crowley and aziraphale. it’s about having two sides in all of us, and choosing to act with love, for ourselves and for each other and for the earth. with all the bad going on in the world today, the reminder that we have the choice in how we engage with all of it is huge and important and one we should not take lightly
something I think we all know about fanfic, but don’t talk about because it would hurt writers feelings is that some fics are like fast food. I mean this as a compliment. I don’t always want to sit down for a six course meal that will be a flavor experience. Sometimes I just wanna dip some fries in a frosty. Sometimes I want something homecooked and delicious and super niche, but super comforting. Sometimes I want to eat an entire dark chocolate cheesecake in one sitting even though I know Its gonna make me sick. Just. holy crap, y’all. Sometimes I don’t even want fast food, I just want to eat an entire bag of chips. and yeah, I’m ashamed of myself afterwards, but at the time it was exactly what I wanted. So, no, we’re never going to say to our fanfic writers that we consider their writing to be the equivalent of a midnight run to taco bell - and we shouldn’t, feelings would be hurt by that. But writers, please, please, please, remember this. You don’t need to create a six course meal if you don’t want to. You don’t have to make something complex and homemade if you don’t want to. You don’t even have to finish cooking it - because someone will be thrilled that you brought a bowl of cookie dough and a spoon, because they cannot even consider sitting down and having a proper meal right now. It’s okay writers, whatever you decided to make. Someone was happy to have it. You gave them what they needed. You made them happy. You did good.
I feel the truth of this very strongly as a reader. As a writer, I struggle to remember that a bag of chips is perfectly delicious and exactly what I want sometimes. Working on it…
Lucy Lawless was not a particularly burly woman, but somehow she made Xena seem like a fucking tank and I don’t understand how.
Don’t get me wrong—she was strong, and certainly not a waif, but more than almost any other female superhero actress I’ve ever seen, Lucy Lawless exuded physical power and weight that I actually believed (when she wasn’t somersaulting in front of a ridiculous greenscreen).
that’s a damn good point
INTENSE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS
COSTUME EMPHASIZING BREADTH OF SHOULDERS
THEM THIGHS
WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS ABOUT HOLY SHIT
JAWLINE
EVERYTHING. ALL OF IT. I DON’T KNOW I’M JUST FEELING EXCEPTIONALLY WARM RIGHT NOW.
I LOVE HER
These are fucking amazing
The figure swinging the earth – The Force Of Nature by Lorenzo Quinn
The guy being dragged by a bird – part of an installation titled Hacienda Paradise – Utopia Experiment by Fredrik Raddum.
The balancing elephant – Balancing Elephant by Daniel Firman.
The tea splashes kissing – Kiss of Eternity by Johnson Tsang.
The figure emerging from the wall – Break Through From Your Mold by Zenos Frudakis
The meditating figure splitting apart – Expansion by Paige Bradley.
The horses running through water – Mustangs at Las Colinas by Robert Glen.
The giant peeking from under the lawn – Popped Up by Ervin Loránth Hervé
The man under the raining umbrella – L’uomo della Pioggia (The Rain Man) by Jean-Michel Folon.
The huge bearded guy – The Appennnine Colossus by Giambologna.
The impossibly balanced stones on a beach – Untitled by Adrian Gray
The dragons with an egg – The Dragons in Love or The Varna Dragons by Darin Lazarov.
The stairway to nowhere – Diminish And Ascend by David McCracken
The underwater circle – Vicissitudes by Jason deCaires Taylor.
The epic warrior guy – General Guan Yu by Han Meilin
The sinking library – Sinking Building Outside State Library, Melbourne, Australia. I couldn’t find an artist’s name.
The giant hand holding a tree – The Caring Hand by Eva Oertli and Beat Huber
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Vintage Moschino Coat
Sometime I think about Jaime x Brienne as a chivalric romance gender commentary wrapped up in a Beauty and the Beast love story, about a woman who is kind and brave and good-hearted but considered monstrous because she doesn’t conform to the social standard (because she is physically strong, martially capable, and not conventionally attractive), and a man who almost fulfils the the masculine warrior ideal, but will never be fully accepted by the men around him because he turned against his King Arthur social patriarch, except actually that was the most honourable thing he ever did, and the more and more honourable he becomes the less he fits that masculine warrior archetype (losing his hand and fighting ability to save Brienne, who is not a beautiful maiden, not considered worth saving) and I just-
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