yasmeen

[music]

sarahs-shahi: are you aware of your lesbian cult following because we are OUT here

[goawfma]

lil matt damon SNAPPED

[willsmithsmackedtheshitoutofme]

He looks exactly like Matt Damon

[te-amo-corazon]

the finger points 😭😭

[theseriouscynic]

Him and this gif have the same energy

[onlyblackgirlintheclass2]

He dragged him for not listening lmao

[cheese-greater-official]

The guy in the corner has the face of a man who has witnessed a murder and is absolutely loving it

[call-me-bitchmael]

That teacher is working so hard to keep his cool but I am a teacher, I speak teacher, and that man is having the best day of his entire career

[panicatthefandomboy]

This is the kind of shit teachers sign up for.

Dudes enjoying a kid taking the class serious all prepared for a full on combat discussion.

If you’re teaching that topic and a student walkes in with a full prepared diss track you’re secretly hyped as fuck.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Full video. His name is Christopher Justice!

[rip-paramour]

CHRISTOPHER JUSTICE INDEED

[themaninthegreenshirt]

Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers,  Moanin’ [rec. 30th Oct. 1958] Blue Note. 

Art Blakey – drums Bobby Timmons – piano Benny Golson – tenor saxophone Jymie Merritt – bass Lee Morgan – trumpet

Pics by Francis Wolff

[twixnmix]

Albums Released In 1958

[twixnmix]

Albums Released In 1960

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

[elgreytea]

How Dean Hides Emotion in 15x18

ok something i’ve been wanting to talk about but haven’t had the chance to yet is the cinematography of the scene in 15x18 where dean cries after cas is taken. so i’m gonna break the scene down a bit and hopefully show you how dean hides emotion from not only sam, but the audience as well (and get you to consider how this could mean that dean reciprocates).

so, first we get a long shot of dean, where he’s sitting with his back against the wall, staring off. i’ll get back to this in a moment, but for now, it establishes that dean is still there, where cas left him, in the same position. 

then, we switch to see dean’s perspective when his phone starts vibrating at sam’s call. he doesn’t pick up, and sets the phone aside. by the way, this scene with the phone is a direct parallel to when sam found eileen’s (the person he loves) phone earlier in the ep. and what does he say when dean tries to console him about it? “No, no, no. I can’t…If I let myself go, I’ll lose my mind. I can’t right now.” that’s exactly the same thing dean is doing here. he’s not letting himself talk about it with sam, and he’s not letting himself show it to the audience. might i remind you: “dean can’t reciprocate.”

next is a close up shot of dean’s face, tears in his eyes, covering his face when he puts his hands in his hair:

hiding his face from us, not letting us see how he’s feeling.

then we go back into a long shot. we can see his entire body, and most of the shot is of the room.

(gif cred) 

whenever we’ve seen dean, like during the confession scene, we usually only ever get medium shots or closer (so, from the waist or chest up. also a lot of close ups for dean, too, over the seasons).

so this is different for us. we feel separated from him, we don’t know his thoughts and we’re not really close enough to see them, either. he’s hiding his face, he’s made small within the frame, and we’re stepping even further away as the camera gently zooms out. we’re not supposed to see this. dean doesn’t want us to see how small he feels, how large the rest of the room seems in comparison.

and you know what dean’s the same size of, relatively, in this scene? let me refer you to the shot i said i’d come back to, earlier. the first shot we see when we come back to this scene with dean. notice what he’s looking at:

the empty black chair.

this…isn’t just a shot of dean. this is a shot of dean and cas, wherein cas is shown by not being shown at all. it’s why dean’s staring it at, it’s why he has to pull his eyes away from it. the empty black chair is a representation of cas, showing us that there’s someone missing here. think about it,, we could have still had a long shot of this scene without the chair in the frame, but the placement was deliberate. he’s hiding his face, his emotions, from sam, from us, and from cas.  

the empty chair is cas. it’s the representation of him being gone, of what dean has just lost. it’s empty.

[elgreytea]

thought i’d add on to this with:

shattered, hopeless, alone

[poetcastiel-deactivated20211119]

fuck

[celeste1117-deactivated20230206]

x

[horrorlesbians]

everytime I remember that lesbian couple that have a marble statue of the two of them embracing and sleeping on a bed together over where their graves will be because the artists didn’t believe they would be able to be married before they died, so what they couldn’t have in life they could have in death, I fucking breakdown

[neglectedrainbow]

alignment chart: 12th-grade english edition

[humunanunga]

Boys are allowed to be feminine and that includes trans boys, pass it on. Girls are allowed to be masculine and that includes trans girls, pass it on. Nonbinaries are allowed to use feminine or masculine expression, pass it on.

[humunanunga]

Hey, do me a solid and really pass this on. Please give this lots of notes, thanks.

[a-wlw-reads]

Religious WLW Masterlist

I still like to categorize things and there are so many different ways to break up the LGBT experience, so here’s a list of wlw books that feature religion, split by religious denomination. Again, this is a list exclusively of books I’ve read, and I’ll be continuously updating it as I go along.

AME Zion

Tailor-Made by Yolanda Wallace

Catholic

Don’t Tell My Mother by Brigitte Bautista

Lesbian Nuns: Breaking Silence edited by Rosemary Curb and Nancy Manahan

Hood by Emma Donoghue

Days of Grace by Catherine Hall

Map of Ireland by Stephanie Grant

Ask Me How I Got Here by Christine Heppermann

P.S. I Miss You by Jen Petro-Roy

Her Name in the Sky by Kelly Quindlen

Christian (unspecified)

Kaleidoscope Song by Fox Benwell

Lost and Found by Carolyn Parkhurst

Dress Codes for Small Towns by Courtney Stevens

Our Own Private Universe by Robin Talley

Druze

Bareed Mista3jil edited by Meem

Evangelical Christian

Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown

The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth

Hindu

The Normal State of Mind by Susmita Bhattacharya

Jewish

Disobedience by Naomi Alderman

Bombshells by Marguerite Bennett

Mentsh: On Being Jewish and Queer edited by Angela Brown

Echo After Echo by Amy Rose Capetta

Little & Lion by Brandy Colbert

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

Cinnamon Blade: Knife in Shining Armor by Shira Glassman

The Second Mango by Shira Glassman

Sister Mischief by Laura Goode

Finder of Lost Objects by Susie Hara

Challah and Callaloo by La Toya Hopkins

Uncovered: How I Left Hasidic Life and Finally Came Home by Leah Lax

Sappho’s Bar and Grill by Bonnie J. Morris

She Is Me by Cathleen Schine

Rat Bohemia by Sarah Schulman

Pulp by Robin Talley

Speaking for Ourselves: Short Stories by Jewish Lesbians edited by Irene Zahava

Maronite Christian

Bareed Mista3jil edited by Meem

Mormon

When I Was Fifteen I Told My Mormon Parents I Was Gay, And That’s When My Nightmare Began by Alex Cooper

Muslim

The Others by Seba Al-Herz

Moon at Nine by Deborah Ellis

If You Could be Mine by Sara Farizan

Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan

Bright Lines by Tanwi Nandini Islam

A Map of Home by Randa Jarrar

The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali by Sabina Khan

Bareed Mista3jil edited by Meem

I Can’t Think Straight by Shamim Sarif

Pentecostal

Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera

Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson

Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? by Jeanette Winterson

[briscoelily]

Woolf / Morisot / Racine / Strino / Ferrante / Gockel / Kushner / Magritte / Ravenhill

[twostarsinonesphere]

irish literature starter list

for @harry-leroy (sorry this is so late coming)

dubliners, a portrait of the artist as a young man, and ulysses (if you're up to it, it's 600 pgs) by james joyce

the plough and the stars, shadow of a gunman, and juno and the paycock by séan o'casey (three dublin plays)

the picture of dorian gray, fairy tales, and the importance of being earnest by oscar wilde

an táin bó cúailnge

the ulster cycle and the fenian cycle

lady gregory's myths and legends

angela's ashes and 'tis by frank mccourt

the cú chulainn plays and the countess cathleen plays by gregory and yeats

a terrible beauty is born and fairy tales by w.b. yeats

the confession of st. patrick

surprised by joy: the shape of my early life by c.s. lewis

tarry flynn by patrick kavanagh

grace, red sky at morning, and the black snow by paul lynch

bog child by siobhan dowd

the field by john b. keane

opened ground by seamus heaney

the playboy of the western world and riders to the sea by j.m. synge

(everyone, please feel free to make additions to this list)

[gorabaa]

A handwritten note, scrawled in Arabic on a torn cigarette pack, was discovered on the ground last week in Pozzallo as migrants filed off a ship. It was from someone initialed “A” to someone else initialed “R.”

“I wanted to be with you,” read the note. “Don’t you dare forget me. I love you very much. My wish is for you not to forget me. Be well my love. A loves R. I love you.”

كلمات عربية مكتوبة بخط اليد على غلاف علبة سجائر ممزقة عُثر عليها بعد إنقاذ مركب لمهاجريين غير شرعيين لإيطاليا من أ لـ ر The New York Times | T.B : Lynsey Addario 

[oh-sewing-circle]

“As it turns out, the blues world was the perfect realm for people who were thought of as “sexual deviants” to inhabit, in part because people in the entertainment industry had far more leeway to flout sexual mores. But blues music also thrived far outside the scope of the dominant white American culture in the early 20th century. In Jazz Age speakeasies, dive bars, and private parties, blue singers had the freedom to explore alternative sexuality, and on a rare occasion, they even expressed it in song.

In lyrics, they talk about ‘bulldykers,’ which is what they called butch lesbians at that time, or ‘BD women,’ ‘BD’ being short for bulldykers. There were references to being ‘in the life,’ which was understood to mean being homosexual.

Harlem’s 133rd Street was called ‘Jungle Alley,’ because there were so many nightclubs on it. Harlem had the only Roaring Twenties jazz clubs and cabarets in the country that drew white “tourists” curious about “race music.” The Clam House was famous because it had Gladys Bentley, reveling in her image as a ‘bulldyker.’ Because of her, it became a place where black lesbians and gay men would go to hang out. White sightseers from downtown would check out her show as well.”

[kamikazesoundsociety]

[kamikazesoundsociety]

We have always been here. 

Vintage MLM love photography post

Vintage WLW love photography post

Please add more if you have them <3 

[reddietrashmouth]

❤️

[bigyoikes]

Pictures from back in the gay

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

GAYMAZING :D

[motherbychoice]

Care to debate abortion?

Nah

[reproductivejusticeandliberty]

Mood. -V

[kiwianaroha]

This reminds me of a party I went to last year. I was standing with some friends, chatting, and someone said something that indirectly implied that sexism exists. Some trivial recounting of the basic facts of daily life for most women. Something so mild, so uncontroversial, so mundane that I don’t even remember what it was. 

Suddenly, this man standing on the outskirts of our conversational circle piped up with “actually, I think men are more discriminated against than women these days.”

 All conversation died.

I turned to look at him and he had this smug, insufferable grin on his face, relishing this moment, expecting us to waste our time and energy refuting this ridiculous thing he had just said.

The Devil’s Advocate was among us.

And, in my mind, I saw the next 15+ minutes playing out. The parade of facts and statistics in a vain attempt to defend ourselves, our gender, and to prove that misogyny is real. The glib, snide denials from some shithead who is getting off on our pain and frustration. The Gish Gallop of bullshit that would take a whole evening to properly dismantle. It was depressing and overwhelming. I hated it. I had to kill it before it began.

So I looked him dead in the eye and I said “OK,“ shrugged, and just walked away. 

Nothing I have ever said to another human being has ever been so crushing. As I walked away, I watched the smug grin vanish and confusion and anxiety set in. The rest of the group turned their backs to him and carried on as if he had never spoken - as if he was invisible. He was still staring at me when I walked over to another friend and told her what he had said. I pointed him out for her and made direct eye contact with him while we both laughed.

tl;dr: Don’t feed the troll. Let it perish, cold and hungry, in the wasteland of your indifference. It is weak and you are strong. Live your best life.

[meshkol]

This is the most hilarious thing and the best advice I’ve ever read on this damned hellsite.

[notjustamumj]

As someone I respect very much has written on more than one occasion, you don’t have to engage in every argument you are invited to.