I’m just saying if they did make Muppets The Iliad, they couldn’t actually depict Achilles mowing Hector down and spearing him through the throat so instead how this would look is Animal dragging a very much alive Pepe the Prawn around in circles and laughing maniacally while an uncomfortable Kermit looks at the camera and does that face where the hand inside him clenches a little.
I hate you Ozempic craze I hate you 'heroin chic' I hate you weight loss ads on public radio I hate Burn Fat Fast ads every thirty seconds I hate you I hate you I hate you
I grew up before the term 'thigh gap' was invented I grew up before 'hip dip' was invented I was born before 'muffin top' was a thing before 'clean girl look' was a thing before 'glass skin' was a thing before razoring off peach fuzz was a thing and I'm so so so fucking tired of us inventing new concepts purely for the purpose of convincing people to hate their own bodies enough to buy products
Last time Tuberculosis ran through the USA a small number of people got it on purpose to look skinny and waifish and delicate and used makeup to look flushed and bony and when the Victorians figured out tapeworms people would infect themselves on purpose to starve themselves smaller and women and now in the year of our lord 2026 there is a noticeable fraction of the USAmerican population genuinely thrilled about a treatment-resistant microbial parasite that makes you shit and vomit your brains out for a month because side effects include weight loss and STILL we talk about being skinny like it's the natural default setting for all healthy people as if it's a self-sustaining standard and not an imaginary goal that we are constantly constantly constantly beating ourselves with a whip to acheive
I love Sue. We both gained a few pounds and lost a solid gender since I was a little kid watching them unwrap her through the glass at the field museum. But we're still here kicking ass.
(And I finally got the stuffed Sue the Dinosaur that my mom said I couldn't have cause it was for boys when I was little.)
18 year old Rebecca definitely takes the train up to Harlem and runs into Claudie. There was a lot of solidarity between black and Jewish communities in the theater and entertainment industry in the 1920s and Harlem was a cool place to be.
Hello OP! After re-reading it about 700 times, here you go with a little thing i wrote for this beautiful art!
It's set right after granada Dying Detective
(This will be part of Familiar Tenderness and of Fanfictions for fanarts, this means that it will be posted in Familiar tenderness and cross-posted in fanfiction for fanarts for archival purposes)
Safe in my arms
Sherlock Holmes had just settled down to sleep when he let out a soft whine, to which the doctor replied with a sound between a moan and a groan.
"Terribly sorry, dear boy. — Sighed the detective giving his husband's bicep a squeeze. — I am afraid that the last two days might have been slightly harder on my body than expected." He winced.
"Who would have g-" Started the doctor, just to be interrupted.
"Oh please don't gloat now: it's unbecoming." Huffed Holmes, making his doctor laugh heartily.
"Oh my poor honeybee. — He smiled, kissing his partner softly. — I shall ignore your own tendency to gloat in view of the pretty show you put on for that murderer. Your back?" He asked with a slightly more subdued smile.
"Oh, my dear Watson. — Sighed Holmes rolling to lay on his back with another soft wince. — However did you guess?" He teased.
Dr Watson smiled and kissed his husband again. "You know very well that one should never guess, old man. — He laughed, delighted at seeing his husband smile. — That couch is too small for you, and you know it."
"I suppose I'll have to agree with you. — Smiled the detective. — It's also terribly comfortable for a quick nap, though." He pointed out.
"Quite less for lying there for two days, occasionally shuffling about the sitting room to re-do your make up." Added the doctor, dry as the desert as he caressed his husband's cheekbones.
Holmes moaned again as he tried to find a comfortable position. "Perhaps? I am afraid I will have to turn on the other side my doctor. I hope neither your leg nor your shoulder are giving you grief?" He enquired.
Dr Watson smiled in answer. "I'm lying on the good side, and the leg doesn't get upset from lying on it. Don't worry, my dearest, roll over and snuggle close." He encouraged, pressing one more kiss to his husband's cheek.
Holmes smiled in answer, turning his head to kiss his partner's lips one more time before turning to lay on his right side with a sigh of contentment. At first the curled up in a tight foetal position, stretching the muscles of his back and allowing those he had stressed the most in the past days to relax, then uncurling slightly to snuggle in his doctor's arms.
"I can rise to let you move the arm away…" He observed after a moment, feeling the shape of his husband's arm under his ribcage.
Dr Watson replied by shaking his head and drawing his husband closer in the hold, completing his embrace by sending his left arm around his body as well. "You're all mine now. — He moaned while nuzzling the soft hair at the nape of his neck. — I'll never let you go my silly bee." He growled, playful and seductive as he nibbled on one of his Holmes' elf-like ears.
The detective answered in a soft moan, snuggling even closer on his doctor's warm, strong frame. "I must say, my little bear, that your cuddles have gone from magnificent to heavenly in the years. You're as strong as always but that bit of softness makes it even better." He sighed, allowing himself to feel the warmth of the blankets and of his husband's hold.
"The same is true for you, my imprudent, beautiful little bee. — Smiled the doctor, nibbling some more on his partner's ear before leaving some kisses on his neck. — Are you comfortable?" He asked then.
Holmes' reply was almost a purr. "Much better, my John. I'm safe."
"And then I'll never let you go, my beloved man." Replied the doctor.
Holmes laughed at that. "Perhaps it would be better if you did in a while, my heart. I'm not as light as I was and I must be cutting the circulation in your arm already." He smiled, managing to squeeze one of his doctor's hands.
Dr Watson's answer only consisted in squeezing his detective tighter. "At least your ribs are not poking at my arm, my dear. — He teased. — It's alright, I promise. You rest, I'll see to my circulation when the time comes." He assured then.
"Rest well too my dearest doctor." Smiled then the detective, settling down to sleep in what was finally a comfortable position.
The other day my wife told me about this influencer who said she needed to go on ozempic so she could go from 130 lbs down to 115 and I really cannot stress the degree to which we have so COMPLETELY lost the plot with this glp1 shit. Like not only are people are going on this shit for purely cosmetic purposes, the cosmetic purposes are delusional. This is the kind of mindset that gives people eating disorders but now because you can get a prescription instead of having to starve yourself or enduce vomiting a big swath of the general public seems eager to go along with it. Body Positivity did not go fucking far enough because I am being so real when I say that fatphobia is more of a public health crisis than obesity has ever been
I take out an apple, bite off a small piece, and gingerly set it in front of my new friend. After a bit, it scoots forward, wiggles its nose, and begins to nibble. I realize this is a way to double-check if the apples in my pack are toxic, which makes me feel kind of lousy since I sort of owe the rabbits.
Be prepared to get comments like "Your hair is so pretty. You wrote her hair so pretty. Why is she so pretty?" And "Your writing is so good. I can really tell what he's saying and oh he smells so nice. That's a cool looking bag. Your beta has awesome shoes I bet. What's her name?"
What an incredible honor to be surrounded by such talented creatives in a celebration of queer life, love, and perseverance 🩵🩵🩵
I settled on a triptych design with the left and right panels depicting each man’s ’death’ (Afghanistan and Reichenbach Falls respectively) and a sort of ‘revival’ in the center as they finally come together. Of course the retirement cottage and plenty of Victorian flower language are included as well.
I hope y’all got your copies and enjoy! Thank you again for the chance to contribute to this fantastic project 🩵🏳️🌈🏡
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