Those spaces in between

Wears too many hats. Figuratively. PA, mermaid, costumer, TTRPG problem, Possibly radioactive

[bluehairedboyfriend]

If you are a Mauraders fan and want to stop supporting JKR's blatant transfobia I would highly recommend: "A Great and Terrible Beauty" by Libba Bray (and the subsequent sequels)

It's like a gender-bent maurader's but the peter character is not a wannabe death eater and the wolfstar equivalent is cannonically queer - not implied.

Also, actual indian - english rep, not fanmade (actually now that I think about it, the main ship is very james/lily lol with the ginger girl and the indian boy

Anyways, ginger magic girl with indian bf, the cool rich one and the hot one are gay for each other, magic school, yadda yadda, check it out ?

[omgthatdress]

for the non-Americans who are very confused right now:

Everyone hates The Chiefs this year because it's quarterback Patrick Mahomes is low-key MAGA and the orange pestilence is in attendance in the game. And the racist ass "chop" their fans do. and that Traves Kelce said it would be "an honor" to host the orange pestilence at the game.

and now they're fucking losing and Taylor is going to DUMP him and join Kendrick in writing an absolutely devastating breakup anthem.

[omgthatdress]

and Kendrick Lamar just called Drake a pedophile at the fucking superbowl

[legacysam]

the eagles also refused to visit the white house last time they won the superbowl in 2018. when asked how he felt about trump coming to this game, eagles qb jalen hurts said "he's welcome to do whatever he wants." philly fucking hates trump and they are kicking kc's entire ass right now.

[omgthatdress]

[scruffydogcreative]

The pestilence vs the REAL ORANGE PRESIDENT OF THE USA.

[parkayquarts]

im not even the type of guy to go "actually it's frankenstein's MONSTER" because a painting by rembrandt or picasso or any other artist is often called "a rembrandt" or "a picasso" as shorthand. so in this respect frankenstein's monster can be considered "a frankenstein"

[parkayquarts]

darling I love your 8 foot tall patchwork flesh creature, it really livens up the place. is that an authentic frankenstein?

[parkayquarts]

it's only a true frankenstein if it was produced in the frankenstein region of switzerland. otherwise it's just a sparkling homunculus

[clearlygolden]

[techfails]

Sound Designer problems.

[nikswonderland]

blue & beige tones in france

[ancientsstudies]

At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from.

ig credit: theslowtraveler.

[theconcealedweapon]

[brottagecore-deactivated2025101]

The made up concept of christian/catholic suffering has so many people grabbed by the balls.

[etrianodysseyobsession-hd-deact]

Protestant Work Ethic is literally a cycle of abuse

[seananmcguire]

Your askbox is full of compliments and I wanted to add to it- the concept of routewitches and the magic of an american has utterly enchanted me! I'm obsessed. You've contributed much more than you know to some random nerds game of urban shadows!

That will be my true legacy.  Hundreds of gaming tables incorporating thousands of pages of fiction.

I WILL BE REMEMBERED!

[clearlygolden]

Reblogging because route witches and ambulomancers were the inspiration for an entire goddamn LARP I decided to write now.

[montygreen]

The Good Place: 2020 Edition [insp.]

[theocseason4]

Screaming .. what

[albertserra]

This person thinking a $200-300 bag means you’re the 1%

[cundtcake]

[timmisny]

yeah

[repost-this-image]

I'm sitting here boggling at the idea of spending more than $30 on a purse, when i could put that money towards so many other things.

[thats-what-sidhe-said]

$300 is pricey for a bag, but I’ve spent more than that on video games, so it’s hard for me to be judgey about it. They’re good sized bags, with a simple design that you could wear with a ton of stuff and won’t go out of style quickly. If they’re really good quality, they could outlast a number of my cheapo bags, since I go through a few of those a year (when I left the house). You would definitely have to have the money up front, though. (Hello, Boots Theory of Socioeconomic Unfairness.) The designer is Liberian-American, though, so you’d be supporting a Black-owned business.

But I haven’t seen any mention of this brand before, memes or no, so why has this suddenly shown up on Tumblr? Especially since it’s pretty low priced compared to a lot of designer names. Let me google! 

Ah. AOC bought a somewhat pricey, but practical, designer name bag, supporting a Black immigrant both directly and by providing publicity for his business. Suddenly, a post appears on Tumblr encouraging socialist and communist-leaning people to hate people carrying this particular designer name bag. 

She’s up for reelection in two months.

This is what propaganda looks like.

[operafantomet]

The historical flair in the Hamilton costumes

OK, so here’s the deal. Basically every week I get a request in my inbox to do an analysis on the Hamilton costumes, or talk about how historically correct they are, or discuss specific details. And I’ve always avoided this, because it feels out of my league. I’m one of the five people in the Western world who’s not yet seen Hamilton (…!), and I only have brief knowledge of the visuals. But the questions don’t stop anyway. So I’d thought I’d do a photoset, and refer to this for all eternity… But I also wanna add that while I did the research myself here, most of my general knowledge for these costumes comes from @viscountess, who’s made lots of Hamilton photosets throughout the years. So be sure to check her site as well!

Costume designer Paul Tazewell has listed multiple inspirations for the design. From an interview with Chicago Tribune it’s described that the show’s main principle was “Period from the neck down and modern from the neck up; and strip away all the embroidered detail of the 18th century”. He furthermore used colours to envoke specific emotions; cool icy shades for Eliza, solar hues for Angelica, “money green” for Hamilton at the opening of act two, and purple for Jefferson in act two to tie him to Prince and Jimi Hendrix and thus underline his “rock star status”.

In the words of the journalist, the designer also “…researched the 18th-century paintings of John Trumbull as well as the mashup fashions of Alexander McQueen, John Galliano and Jean Paul Gaultier and the satiric portraits of Kehinde Wiley, who depicted men and women of color in re-creations of classic portraits”.

To my eye it looks like the designer has taken the essence of historical styles, and made them clearer and sharper as they are paired with modern details. The historical references are very clear, and seldom messed with so they loose their purpose, but he has not created museum pieces. Which is a hard combination to get right. Two museum collections that seems to have been of particular interest is The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, and the Kyoto Costume Institute in Japan (the latter due to their legendary “Fashion” book, which has become a main resource for many a designer).

I’m not saying the list underneath is THE inspiration for the designer. But it shows that the general style he went for reminds of specific sources and extant garments.

Row 1: Robe à l’anglaise, c. 1790, English, from The Kyoto Costume Institute VS the zone-front dress worn by Angelica Schuyler (here: Emmy Raver-Lampman in the National Tour) (and to be fair, it would also work as the inspiration for Eliza’s mint/teal dress)

Row 2: Riding coat and embroidered vest, c. 1790, Musée de Tissus, Lyon (via here), VS an attire worn by Angelica Schuyler’s travel attire in “Take a Break” (here: Renée Elise Goldsberry on Broadway).

Row 3: Spencer, British, c. 1820 (from The Met) VS a spencer jacket work in “Quiet Uptown” by an ensemble member. This is from a display at The Paramount Hotel in NYC, and was found via Viscountess.

Row 4: “Washington, Lafayette, and Tilghman at Yorktown”, painted by Charles Willson Peale, 1784 (Maryland Historical Society, via here) VS the uniform Hamilton is seen wearing in the show (here: Lin-Manuel Miranda on Broadway)

Row 5: Prince at the “Purple Rain” cover from 1984 VS Jefferson in the second act (here: Daveed Diggs on Broadway). According to the designer: “The purple on Jefferson emphasized his rock star status. I was channeling Jimi Hendrix and Prince, which seemed appropriate for Daveed’s own performance style and dramatic hair” (via Playbill).

[hungwy]

my ancient greek history professor is making us post memes weekly. i swear to god

[blackpyrefly]

heres one for you

[thepringlesofblood]

my time has come for hyperspecific classics memes

[saltykingsalty]

I…I need context. I’m gonna research all this shit one day.. If I remember after work

[lemonsharks]

I understand most of these!

[micdotcom]

[i-am-mx-monster]

I will reblog this every time I see it.

[comparativecoverart]

Squire (Tamora Pierce)

#1

Once again, my childhood set actually deserves its top spot ranking for being the only cover to show just how badass Kel can be.  Touseled hair, dirt smudge, unbuttoned collar, and the determined glint in her eye - all perfect. #Flawless. #iwokeuplikethis

Complaints: could have a better background. She looks like Mary freakin Poppins hangin on her cloud.

#2

The Danes are back in action with this vivid cover. Love the centaur-guy actualy kicking her in the head - that’s a pretty brutal moment to show on the cover, but it’s definitely compelling. The real reason this cover wins is because of the baby griffin perched on top of the title, like that M looks like a tasty snack.

Complaints: These German-fairytale-inspired illustrations never were as compelling for me as they might’ve been for a less-character-more-action oriented reader. Plus the crazy snakevines are back, only this time they’re eating her bow and arrow.

#3

Inoffensive, but a little boring. Enjoying the expression on the baby griffin’s face, and the background is a little better than the first one - at least she’s on the ground.

Complaints: That haircut. That yikes-we’ll-be-wearing-a-hat-for-the-rest-of-kindergarten haircut.

#4

Oh, Delias. For those of you who haven’t seen before, Delias is a reference to this particular aesthetic style, which correlates to the branding of a tween clothing catalog in the US in the 90s. At least here she’s holding a weapon with some of her characteristic determination.

Complaints: clearly she’s come from holding Belle-from-Beauty-and-the-Beast at spearpoint. “What do you want? I’m already being held hostage and forced to endure a cadre of singing flatware!” “The dress, girlie. Give me your dress and no one gets hurt.”

Can we also agree that Jump looks like a cat?

#5

oh. my.  Um, let’s give this one credit for a nice, kicky title font.

Complaints: This isn’t a warrior in training, this is the Unconventional Materials challenge from Project Runway, and Kel is wearing lingerie made out of aluminum siding. Or it’s the Breastplate Challenge: Red Carpet-Ready Armor.

[clearlygolden]

There’s apparently a new one out now. I only know because as soon as I got used to the ugly breastplate xray thing on audible- a more badass one took her place:

[peachslimes]

👑 | by Vlada Haggerty

[writing-prompt-s]

after dying god informs you that hell is a myth, and “everyone sins, its ok”. instead the dead are sorted into six “houses of heaven” based on the sins they chose.

[wpsstories]

We arrived first at the House of Lust. “House” is a misleading term. It was more of a camp, spread over acres and acres of lush forest. There was a white sandy beach (nude, of course) full of copulating couples. There were little cabins sprinkled all along the path, from which orgasmic moans regularly came belting out. Men with six pack abs and women with perky breasts strolled by without even noticing me and God. They only had eyes for each other, tickling and pinching each other with flirtatious giggles.

“What do you think?” God asked as we passed a nineteen-way taking place in a pool of champagne. Little cherubs flitted overhead armed with mops and cleaning supplies, thankfully. “Lust is our most popular sin.” I eyed the supermodel-like figures of a couple passing nearby, and could easily see why. “You can look however you want. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want. No fetish is too taboo, and no desire can be denied here.”

It was quite tempting, but I wasn’t ready to make a permanent decision here. “Let’s see the others,” I told God.

We carried on to Greed. We passed rows and rows of mansions, each more opulent than the next. Some of them were so large that they would have had enough bed rooms to fit my entire hometown. And so many different styles: one second, we were in a beautiful French vineyard in front of a gorgeous chateau with the Alps in the background. The next second, a warm tropical beach with a modern mansion atop breathtaking cliffs. After that, a ski chalet in Colorado with a roaring fire in a hearth large enough to fit an ox. Each one had various Italian sports cars and Rolls Royces parked in front, with the occasional smattering of boats, helicopters, etc.

“Any material desire you ever wanted,” God explained. “Your own world, where you can have everything. You want the Hope Diamond? You can fly to Washington DC in your own solid gold helicopter and buy it from the Smithsonian. Hell, you can just buy the Smithsonian.”

Also tempting, but I decided to keep looking.

Gluttony was next up. Tables and tables of the very finest foods: beautiful steaks cooked medium rare; butter-poached lobster tail; fresh oysters on a half shell; exotic wines in dusty bottles that had been hiding in the cellars of the world’s finest restaurants. Everyone had a glass of champagne in hand and simply lounged on couches and chairs near the tables, eating endlessly. As soon as the inhabitants took a bite, the food just instantly came back. My mouth watered even watching them.

“In every other House, the food is practically sawdust compared to Gluttony,” God explained. “You haven’t truly experienced heaven until you’ve been to Gluttony.”

I shook my head, and we kept moving.

Sloth was as you’d expect. An endless sea of the softest mattresses, stacked with cushions and pillows that made the story of the princess and the pea seem minimalist. Little angels visited each resident, giving them massages that made them all melt into their blankets.

Wrath was… well, a lot like what I’d expect Hell to be like. Fire, brimstone, whips, torture.. you know, the works. Except here, you weren’t the one being tortured. Every enemy you’d ever made in your real life was now under your thumb. “Lots of people choose their fathers,” God explained. “Lots of grudges against parents in general, you know. But you’re not limited to that. Someone beat you out for a big promotion back on Earth? Take your pound of flesh here.”

Then we arrived at Envy. It looked… well, a lot like home.

“Go on in,” God said, gesturing toward the door. I turned the knob and walked in… and found Emily waiting inside. She ran forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and planted a kiss right on my lips. “Welcome home, honey.”

I looked back toward God. “Oh, don’t be coy,” he said. “You have no secrets from me. We all know that you were in love with your best friend’s wife.” She didn’t seem to hear him at all; she went back into the hall. “We all know that you just settled for your own wife while secretly pining after her. Well, this is your chance to live happily ever after.”

I peered into the kitchen. Emily was baking something, wearing nothing but an apron. Her curly black hair fell softly over her shoulder as she whisked ingredients. She turned back, noticed I was observing her, and an enthusiastic smile spread across her face.

“It’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” God whispered in my ear.

I wanted to take it. God damn did I want to take it. But I shook my head.

God seemed puzzled. “You need to make a decision,” he told me.

“I haven’t seen Pride yet.”

He scoffed. “No one ever wants Pride, trust me.”

“Well, I want to see it.”

_________________________

Pride was boring. Just a row of workbenches in a bare white room.

“I don’t get it,” I told God.

“Yeah, no one does,” he answered. “That’s why no one ever chooses it. Doesn’t cavorting in Lust sound better than sitting here building little trinkets for the rest of eternity? Wouldn’t you rather gorge yourself in Gluttony? Or spend time with Emily in Envy?”

I considered the options again. “I pick Pride,” I finally told him.

He narrowed his eyes. “What? Look at it!” He gestured around the room again. There wasn’t much to look at. “Why would you choose this for the rest of time?”

“Because you don’t want me to pick it,” I told him. If he was really God, he’d know what a contrarian I can be. And I knew he was hiding something, trying to pretend like Pride didn’t exist. There was something special about it.

God scowled back. “Fine.” He led me over to one of the workbenches. In the center, there was a black space. A blank, empty void that went on forever. “Here’s your universe,” he said. “You’ve got seven days to get started.” He took his seat at the bench next to me and went back to tinkering in his own world. After a long pause, he finally spoke again: “You know, it might be nice for me to actually have some company for once.”

[feral-flower-child]

FUCKING I MEAN.

IT’S LIKE 7AM AND I LOVE GONNA REBLOG SO I CAN READ THIS SHIT AGAIN