null

welcome to the circus • call me v or null • any pronouns really • i am my own target audience • don't expect coherency from this blog • i post about whatever im obsessed atm • my neocities because wtf tumblr • art and writblr blog: @vsnotresponding

[error404vnotfound]

distance is so unfair i wish i could make you all pasta

[herotox5]

[professsorlayton]

look at this shit. look. at. this. shit. it has fifteen thousand notes. what does it mean? why does a picture of the pin k panther with a to do lis that makes NO SENSE have fiFTEEN FUCKING NOTES. WHY. my mom could make better posts that this shit. what even. fuck tumblr.

[godguy0001]

looks like someone doesnt know what to do. to do. to do, to do, to do, to do, to dooooooooooooo, dodododododo

[veryberryskye]

yeah i like to give my blessing to the most pathetic looking weak little knight at the tournament. she can’t even look me in the eye when i give her my flower and she stutters out that she’ll do her best or something of the like. i think its funny when she has to cry and beg my forgiveness and i get to say “such a shame, i suppose my hand in marriage will have to go to someone else…” and then i get to hear her whimper like a dog. ive done this like 6 times alrea-

did she just win.

[the-stew-goblin]

I shall prepare a stew for the wedding! Extra salt!

[veryberryskye]

wait wait wait stew goblin wait

[peachdelta]

get ready for the wedding

[akajustmerry]

friend sent me an Instagram reel yesterday with 1000s of likes that was basically like "pride and prejudice is timeless actually because it's about an autism4autism romance 🥰" and then the creator proceeded to cite moments in the book and film where Lizzie and Darcy are "socially awkward" and....listen. I'm far from an Austen scholar, but I have taught Austen novels as an educator and this kind of psycho-pop analysis that views characters as individuals with autonomy over their actions, rather than tools in a story written at a particular time to say something about that time, pisses me off more than I can say without sounding like an asshole. I'm sorry but Darcy isn't rude and awkward and even cruel to Lizzie because he has autism, he says and does those things because he's a wealthy upper class land owning man raised to see a middle class woman from a large family with no male heirs like Elizabeth as inherently beneath him which he expresses to her multiple times because it is socially acceptable for him to do so in a society where someone like him is privileged above almost all others. He is "socially awkward" around her because of misogyny and classism (PREJUDICE) and she is "socially awkward" around him because a woman of her standing at that time simply wouldn't have had much to do with the gentry but to actually push back against the shit that Darcy says would be social suicide for her whole family so she protests the only way she can which is refusing his advances (PRIDE). not to be the "context collapse is the death of media literacy" guy. But this is the problem with the kind of head empty, let people enjoy things, if I can't relate to it what's the point type crowd. Youse think you're being so quirky justifying incoherent and anachronistic interpretations with your rampant individualism, ensuring that other people never confront anything that challenges them in these stories like patriarchal misogyny and classism. Pride and Prejudice becomes an "autism4autism romance", completely undermining the historical context of its status as one of the great social satires about the class and gender politics that Austen so expertly observed around her. This attitude is why we have nonsensical historical dramas that actively hate history like fucking edgy bdsm "Wuthering Heights", Bridgerton, The Buccaneers, and even a 2025 Frankenstein movie where the monster is just misunderstood and does no wrong uwu etc. because individual relatability and catharsis is king over anything actually saying anything about anything now. Everything is relatable and nothing is meaningful.

[bethanydelleman]

Elizabeth is one of the most socially savvy characters in Austen's canon, finding the tiny times where she is socially awkward because she's embarrassed and/or in love and ignoring the massive weight of everything else she says and does is just insane to me...

(Elizabeth is gentry and not middle class and she does interact with gentry, just not as high as Mr. Darcy, but that hardly defeats the point of this post)

[useless-catalanfacts]

Knife made in 1699 with the Latin inscription "In the town of Olot, in the Principality of Catalonia, Pau Llorens made this knife for Joanni Zarza, priest of the town of Logrosán in token of gratitude." The arrows on the dials have to be set to the right combination for the knife to be opened.

Victoria & Albert Museum.

[loveridden1999]

song of all time (←me about every song i love)

[vsnotresponding]

week two artfight attacks 9/9 :]

astra from @hiacels

[not available] from @clowneyez (and aríon)

sienna from @gatopalace

[egberts]

love typing a whole post and then clicking discard when i realize it doesn't actually matter

[zegalba]

A Cat by Väinö Rouvinen (1995)

[roycohn]

do it scared. do it stupid. but most importantly, do it bitching and moaning the entire time

[simena]

Викентий Лукиянов

[shnehollander]

nothig has hit like this since leith ross' we'll never have sex

[inthefallofasparrow]

The Hand – Annabelle Dinda

Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer. Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here. A hand, a spike, a physical fight, A flash of light, a curtain, A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, A height, a dive, a burden, A girl, a night, a typical type, A siren in the water, A scroll, a nod, a message from God, A son, a Holy Father. Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself. Every time I open my mouth, I think, "Wow, what a loud noise!" Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed. The hand, the pen, the writing again, The Wind around the Willow, The felt, the ice, the passage of time, The melting down the window, The ‘now’, the ‘then’, the thinking of "when", The bottle in the ocean, The strike, the pause, the message from - God forbid she shows emotion. This isn't rage, it's worth a mention. This is a fake internal tension. Sometimes, I spread out one opinion And stand on its back to gauge attention. This isn't rage, it's too specific. I like to hate symbolic limits. This is no statement, I'm complicit. This is a dream, GOD put me in it. A hand, a spike, a physical fight, The Wind around the Willow, A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, The melting down the window, The now, the then, the thinking of "when", The siren in the water, The strike, the pause, a message from God. Does that make me His daughter? A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump, A score under the wire, Just sweep me up, just sweep me up And take me somewhere higher, Just sweep me up, just sweep me up And take me somewhere higher, Just sweep me up, just sweep me up And take me somewhere higher.

[teaboot]

Holy shit this song hits like a fucking truck

I feel like I just had a religious experience

[error404vnotfound]

EVERYONE SHUT UP THE HAPPY FITS REVISITED MY FAVOURITE SONG OF THEIRS

[my-cursed-prince]

SHARE

[error404vnotfound]

it's dirty imbecile (revisited)

[weepingwidar]

Alex Hutton (American, 1992) - Grinner (2024)

[useless-catalanfacts]

In Catalonia, this weekend we commemorate the 90th anniversary of the Social Revolution (the period of collectivisation and workers' organisation of society known in English as Revolutionary Catalonia).

On the 17th of July 1936, the fascists in the Spanish army started a coup against the democratically-elected Republic government in Melilla (one of the Spanish-controlled cities in the coast of Northern Africa). This coup spread to the Iberian peninsula the next day, July 18th. Catalonia was one of the places with a strongest resistance (together with the Valencian Country and Madrid city), which managed to stop the coup in their homelands thanks to the workers' antifascist organisations (anarchist, pro-Catalan, and communist unions, parties, social centres, and other grassroots organisations).

From the places where the coup had been successful, the fascists kept trying to expand their dictatorial rule through military invasion of everything they considered should be Spain, met with resistance. This is how the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939) was started.

With the emergencies of war, workers saw the need and opportunity to create an equal society based on the principles of anarchism. Factories and farms were collectivised, luxury hotels and restaurants were turned into shelters and community kitchens, and the mansions of the bourgeoisie and nobility who were fleeing to fascist-controlled areas were shared by working class families. The hope, cheerfulness, and conscience of collaborating with the creation of a better future for all is what explains why people look so happy in the photos taken in the earliest days of the war in Catalonia. Workers excitedly took up arms to go fight against fascism and assist the creation of the future.

The other European countries signed a pact of no intervention, saying that it was an "internal affair" and they would not assist the legitimate democratically-elected government against the army who wanted to impose a fascist dictatorship. Hitler's Germany and Mussolini's Italy violated the pact and strongly helped Franco, trying out new weaponry (specially aerial bombing of civilian villages, towns, and cities) for the first time, techniques which some years later they used against the civilians of those same democratic countries who had refused to help fight fascism, during the Second World War (1939-1945). The only country who gave some help was the USSR, but with nowhere near as much involvement as the fascists. Still, thousands of antifascist volunteers came to join the International Brigades.

The war was very unequal when it comes to the resources, weaponry, and international support of its sides. In the end, the anarchist dream of an equal society with respect and dignity for all came to an end with the fascists' victory in the war, giving way to a nightmare 40-year-long fascist dictatorship that killed, jailed, and tortured the opposition, where speaking leftist ideas set a danger to your life, where speaking our languages (Catalan, Basque, Galician, Aranese, Asturian) was forbidden, where the imposition of Catholicism and women's control was absolute. A regime of terror and psychological control that has left many of our older relatives still unable to speak of parts of their life without breaking down.

We have never recovered from everything that was lost. The lives, the hopes and dreams that were cut short, the children that were stolen by the dictatorship and the Catholic Church, the interiorized self-hatred of national minorities where many have been left to believe we have no place in the modern world and must completely assimilate and abandon our culture for the supposedly superior Spanish one, the workers' organisations' buildings and libraries and budgets that were given to the Church or burned down, the records of our history and language and literature that were purposely destroyed, the trauma always present in the ones who were arrested, tortured, publicly humiliated, even the children beaten by the teachers for being heard speaking their mother tongue. The institutions that are still inheritors of the fascist ones: police, judicial system, the main Spanish political parties, the companies whose owners are as rich and powerful as they are because of their implication with the dictatorship. The way that Spain is, still, a fascist state.

And yet, the memory of the Social Revolution has lived on, same as our language has. Sometimes whispered at home or at clandestine meetings, sometimes shouted in the squares and recklessly at the police at the torture cells. It has inspired people all around the world. Now, with a global rise of the far-right again which has also reached here and many young men turning to it, it is a time to remember what happened, what can be done, and what we cannot ever let happen again.

We still carry "a new world in our hearts".

[stuffbympka]

Jungle

[maybelsart]

Rosemary and Thyme