Oh Lord, Heal This Blog

Stu. He/him. Queer trans dude. 30s. Too earnest for my own good. Stick around and you’ll see some themes emerge.

[benzedrine-calmstheitch]

So I realized I have been putting a lot of intention into writing reviews of every film I watch and book I read, but that I never crosspost them here. So! If anyone wants to see what I think of [media] and tell me how I’m wrong (I’m not though), here’s where you can do that!

Letterboxd for films!

Goodreads for books!

[everydaylouie]

bull in a china shop

[macrolit]

“It is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent—lose your invaluable curiosity and you let yourself die. It’s as simple as that.”

— Tove Jansson (b. 9 August 1914)

[beardedmrbean]

[6qubed]

that was everything I was hoping it would be. marvelous

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

I love this because you know exactly where it's going and you're not disappointed

[charlesoberonn]

I was so looking forward for the Jupiter gravity and it didn't disappoint and THEN THE SUN GRAVITY MADE ME HOLLER

[bunjywunjy]

i think you could reach escape velocity on pluto by just jumping really hard

[mokimo-art]

THWE DRAMATIC PAUSE IN THE SUN GRAVITY HAD ME

[adonischildsupportcase]

[have-you-been-here]

A street with multi-lingual name signs, Earth

Have you been here?

I have been here

I have not been here

Voting ended onAug 5

[heatherwitch]

Ray Bradbury’s short story “There Will Come Soft Rains” that was written in 1950 is set on the day of August 4th, 2026 (tomorrow)!! Now’s your chance to read it around the time it’s based in!

Audio: A recording of Leonard Nimoy reading it on Internet Archive.

Text: A PDF version.

Graphic Novel: On Internet Archive.

[notahorseindisguise]

"its a living" <- guy who has a job it hates

"its'a living!' <- dr mario frankenstein

[space-feminist]

i feel like "feminist" anti-kink sentiment is very tail-wagging-the-dog. like male doms playing out bdsm scenes of abuse are not oppressing their female subs that's acting. you're mad at acting. you're those aliens from galaxy quest. same with fearmongering about "booktok". however an eroticized version of patriarchal dynamics being a popular kink DOES speak to the pervasiveness of sexism, bc eroticizing the oppression is a way of coping with living under it. it's women creating a fantasy world where men being menacing to them is sexy and not scary like it is irl, or where it is still scary but in the fun way like a horror movie bc you can tap out at any time by using a safe word or putting the book down. acting like this sort of kink is oppressing women is like if you assumed the thermometer controlled the weather outside. it might be depressing to look at the thermometer and see the impact of climate change, but it's not the thermometer's fault

[benzedrine-calmstheitch]

hmm

[everoutoftouch]

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

[tsarina-anadyomene]

okay what are some excellent recent poems

[m-accost]

A. E. Stalling's vilanelle "Burned"

You cannot unburn what is burned. Although you scrape the ruined toast, You can’t go back. It’s time you learned The butter cannot be unchurned, You can’t unmail the morning post, You cannot unburn what is burned– The lovers in your youth you spurned, The bridges charred you needed most. You can’t go back. It’s time you learned Smoke’s reputation is well earned, Not just as an acrid, empty boast– You cannot unburn what is burned. You longed for home, but while you yearned, The black ships smoldered on the coast; You can’t go back. It’s time you learned That even if you had returned, You’d only be a kind of ghost, You can’t go back. It’s time you learned That what is burned is burned is burned.

[degenezijde]

What colour are your hand emoji?

yellow (I'm not white)

yellow (I'm white)

my own skin tone (I'm not white)

my own skin tone (I'm white)

a skin tone that's not my own (I'm not white)

a skin tone that's not my own (I'm white)

Voting ended onAug 6

☝️☝🏻☝🏼☝🏽☝🏾☝🏿 Help me satisfy a particular curiosity of mine

[radicarian]

The hoax took place in Florence in about 1409... The victim was a carpenter named Manetto, known as Il Grasso, "the Fat Man." Manetto specialized in carving ebony and owned a shop in the Piazza San Giovanni, not far from Filippo [Brunelleschi]'s house. He was prosperous and good-natured, but one day had the misfortune of incurring Filippo's ire after missing a social gathering. Never one to resist retaliation, Filippo resolved to exact his revenge for this perceived slight by persuading a wide cast of characters to convince Manetto that he had metamorphosed into someone else.... As Manetto closed his shop one evening, Filippo went to his house near the cathedral, picked the lock, slipped inside, and barred the door behind him. When Manetto arrived a few minutes later, he rattled the door and then, to his alarm, heard what sounded like his own voice (in fact, Filippo doing an impersonation) ordering him to go away. This impersonation was so convincing that eh retreated in bewilderment into the Piazza San Giovanni. There he met Donatello, who inexplicably addressed him as Matteo, and shortly afterward a bailiff, who likewise hailed him as Matteo and then promptly arrested him for debt. He was taken to the Stinche prison, where his name was entered in the jail book as Matteo. Even his fellow prisoners--all of them party to Filippo's prank--addressed him by this alien name. The carpenter spent a sleepless night, fretting over events but solacing himself with the thought that he was merely a victim of mistaken identity. This comfort evaporated the next morning when two strangers--the brothers of the real Matteo--arrived at the prison and claimed him as their kin. They paid his debt and liberated him, though not before chastising him for his supposed gambling and profligate living. More bewildered now than ever, he was escorted to Matteo's home on the other side of Florence, near Santa Felìcita, where his protests that he was not Matteo, but Manetto, appeared to fall on deaf ears.... He was then put to sleep with a potion supplied by Filippo and carried, unconscious, back across the river to his own home. He was laid on his bed in a reversed position, with his head at the foot and his feet at the head. Awakening many hours later, the poor carpenter was confused not merely by his position on the bed but also by the disarray of his house, for his tools had been completely rearranged. His perplexity grew with the arrival of Matteo's brothers... greeting him as Manetto and relating the curious story of how the previous evening their brother Matteo conceived the fantastic notion that he was someone else. The story was soon confirmed by Matteo himself--the real one--who arrived at Manetto's house to describe his puzzling dream of having been a carpenter. The disarray of the house was explained by the fact that in his dream Matteo noticed how his tools were out of order and in need of rearrangement.

Source: Brunelleschi's Dome, Ross King

What the hell was going on in 15th-century Florence. You miss a party and get elaborately mindfucked by a pissed-off goldsmith and his buddy Donatello. Manetto ended up moving to Hungary over this and who can blame him

[staticbluue]

I thought I had nothing to post but lo and behold! I found this in my disorganized M*A*S*H folder! This one goes out to @gaydar-oreilly

I put this up on my inprnt on a whim since everyone seems to like my funny stuff <3

[bowelfly]

shronks

[explicitlyrics]

swifties always going on the "you just hate women" defense like first of all Taylor Swift is not a woman she's an unskippable ad

[loth-caatgirl]

actually yes this needs to be kept as part of this conversation