[etromdthu]

every time i even try to describe breasts in my fics i'm afraid i sound like an old pervert. like that one breast description in a book that you've read years ago and still laugh at. i literally have no problem with any other part of the body but when it comes to breasts i am terrified.

[csny]

the bus is never going to come because im a bad person

[tomb-mold]

Frances Benjamin Johnston’s self portrait as the “New Woman” (1896)

[sotiredmostnights]

i miss gothic shoujo more than anything. vampire knight. requiem of the rose king. anything and everything by kaori yuki

[slavicafire]

The cult of snakes protecting the house is a more or less specific feature of the Balkans, although some traces of it can be found in other Slavic lands as well. In Western Polesia grass-snakes living in a house are called domovik. It dwells under the stove, it must not be killed and it brings happiness to the house and household members. In Carpathian Ukraine this snake is called gazdovnik (from gazda ‘master’), and lives under the stove, under the threshold or in the foundations of the house. While rich people have large gray snakes, the poor have only small ones. In Czech and Slovak folk beliefs this snake is white, and its name is also related to the word ‘master, owner’: (Slovak domací had, starý dedo, gazda, etc.). Thus, unlike the other patron demons examined here, traces of the cult of home snake appear outside the Balkans as well, although it is certainly the most developed in the Southern Slavic regions.

Balkan Demons Protecting Places by Anna Plotnikova.   [Demons, Spirits, Witches Vol. 2 :Christian Demonology And Popular Mythology - Gábor Klaniczay, Éva Pócs (Eds.)]

[thelastgoodcountry]

Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi

[firinaira]

По рукам узнают их...

тгк: медная говорильня

[boundwithpurple]

“Whenever I start thinking of my love for a person, I am in the habit of immediately drawing radii from my love—from my heart, from the tender nucleus of a personal matter—to monstrously remote points of the universe. Something impels me to measure the consciousness of my love against such unimaginable and incalculable things as the behavior of nebulae (whose very remoteness seems a form of insanity), the dreadful pitfalls of eternity, the unknowledgeable beyond the unknown, the helplessness, the cold, the sickening involutions and interpenetrations of space and time. It is a pernicious habit, but I can do nothing about it. It can be compared to the uncontrollable flick of an insomniac’s tongue checking a jagged tooth in the night of his mouth and bruising itself in doing so but still persevering. I have known people who, upon accidentally touching something—a doorpost, a wall—had to go through a certain very rapid and systematic sequence of manual contacts with various surfaces in the room before returning to a balanced existence. It cannot be helped; I must know where I stand, where you and my son stand. When that slow-motion, silent explosion of love takes place in me, unfolding its melting fringes and overwhelming me with the sense of something much vaster, much more enduring and powerful than the accumulation of matter or energy in any imaginable cosmos, then my mind cannot but pinch itself to see if it is really awake. I have to make a rapid inventory of the universe, just as a man in a dream tries to condone the absurdity of his position by making sure he is dreaming. I have to have all space and all time participate in my emotion, in my mortal love, so that the edge of its mortality is taken off, thus helping me to fight the utter degradation, ridicule, and horror of having developed an infinity of sensation and thought within a finite existence.”

— Speak, Memory, Vladimir Nabokov

[op-la]

Moral lesson of IWTV:

Abuse is facilitated and exacerbated by the material and social conditions surrounding it and breaking out of the cycle of abuse requires a conscious effort to acknowledge the conditions leading to it and a willingness to reconcile with who you are before and after it: FALSE ❌

All bisexual men have a deep darkness within their heart: TRUE ✅

[smsomah]

She is holding an orange. Warszawa, Poland, 1956. Wolfgang Schröter

[corpsecoded-deactivated20250106]

My Dark Vanessa, Kate Elizabeth Russell

[corpsecoded-deactivated20250106]

tiger, tiger / my dark vanessa / tiger, tiger / the incest diary

[postcardaday]

Folies-Bergére Loïe Fuller, Jules Cheret, 1893.

[wildhoneyvalancy]

Most happy endings are a concession to conformity, unfortunately.

[myfairynuffstuff]

Leeah Joo (b.1971) - Parrhasius No. 65, Glass Spider. Oil on panel.

[polishpaintersonly]

“Spring” (1908-1912)

by Henryk Szczygliński (Polish;1881 - 1944)

oil on canvas

National Museum, Cracow

[ceruleanheaven]

month starting on a monday we have no excuse guys lets get to work and lock the fuck in

[ceruleanheaven]

yk its actually very chic and avant garde to start on tuesday the second

[ceruleanheaven]

many claim theres nothing more subversive and revolutionary than starting on wednesday the third

[annabelle--cane]

☕️- the treatment of female characters in fandom.

recently I've been thinking about how I think some (I repeat some, not all, not even most) of the reason behind why it's harder for female characters to get popular enough to achieve real blorbo/The Character status is a kind of overcompensating reaction to a certain type of male gazey voyeurism in mainstream media. in my horror/tragedy niche I'm seeing six posts a day on my dash along the lines of "mmm I need that brunette bisexual man writhing around crying out in pain," and, yknow, love that, strong agree, but I absolutely never see that kind of blorbo sadism posting where the vague character figure is a woman. the most discussion I ever see of female characters suffering beautifully/sexily is people making fun of booktok m/f dark romance; wanting to see a woman as that kind of "chew toy experiencing the horrors and accidentally being kinda hot about it" protagonist is treated as completely off limits. at best it's laughable and at worst it's a sign of rising fascism.

and I think that sucks! I think there's a huge gap in the market in queer fandom spaces both for women who identify with that Eternal Suffering Era archetype and for people who are attracted to women in that "The Character covered in blood" way. I'm particularly talking to sapphics in the audience right now: I am very much not telling you to eat your vegetables, I'm telling you that you can eat desert without going directly to hell. that brunette bisexual woman can also be covered in blood while having the worst day of her life for five years straight and you won't go to feminism jail for thinking about it.