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or at least trying

[hawflake]

[curtisretherford]

Reminder: June 16th is Captain Picard Day.

[autisticvulcans]

[ID: screenshots from Star Trek TNG. Picard is talking to an admiral. They say, “"Captain Picard Day”?“ Behind Picard there is a banner up that says ‘Captain Picard Day’. He says, “Yes, it’s uh… It’s for the children. I’m a… I’m a role model.” He grins and half shrugs. The admiral says, “I’m sure you are.” The call disconnects. Picard looks at the screen with a grimace. / end ID]

[derrygirlstrash]

Now that Doctor Who is over for the foreseeable future is it safe to talk about how a lot of y’all talk about Bill and her ending by focusing on her “death” more than her actual affirming queer/black ending where she transcends death and lives a full life with the woman she loves because you deep down cannot talk about black/queer characters outside of the context of their suffering so you focus on how ‘she deserved better’ to make yourselves feel like good guys - or are we not ready yet?

[sparklenaut]

I cannot believe it worked

[akwolfgrl]

Dance party

[themakeupbrush]

Robert Wun "The Sword"

[sartorialadventure]

The solid bodice has two hands holding the sword.

See it in motion - it's worth it!

[martiszcz]

--Wednesday: Here We Woe Again (02x01)

I love how badly this portrait represents Wednesday. She's proudly standing as a leader with a smile and such a open posture. And the colors!

No wonder she burnt it xD

[pitviperofdoom]

I try not to fall into the "I never liked their work anyway" ditch when an artist/creator reveals themself to be a terrible person

BUT

a feeling I do have and will stand by is "While I enjoyed their work overall I did have some gripes that I overlooked out of affection and whimsy, but now that my loyalty is gone and my affection tainted there is nothing holding me back from enumerating my many grievances, to which the revelations of the creator's shittiness may or may not provide a new and infuriating context."

[beatrice-otter]

#such a good summation of this actually#because yeah there’s usually things that were always present#but which were easy to overlook or give the benefit of the doubt#that suddenly become relevant after a revelation about the creator#and it’s really not the same thing as the self-defensive “’I never liked it anyway’

tags via chimaerakitten

[fisharray]

Reading treasure island and I am hit with the horrible realization that the black sails writers saw how Flint was presented and thought "Let's create a man whose worst fear is exactly this. Let's create a man who rails against the idea of his story being simplified to 'monster in the dark; children's scary story' and is ultimately utterly powerless to prevent exactly that."

They saw a man who haunted the narrative and thought, "But what if he didn't want to?"

[buttercupjox]

I fucking LOVE when Scotty stands up for Spock whenever a crew member is being too hard on him, specifically watched 1x16 where Spock's logical command has been questioned by everyone (except Scotty who's been silently working on repairing their vessel) and one argues with Spock in context of the crewman wanting to bury his friend but Spock says they have to leave the body behind and the crewman calls Spock a machine and Scotty stands up all angry and says "that's enough!" LOOOVE

>:(

[gender-trash]

are you nerds ready to see TOP SURGERY KIRK??

[roach-works]

this is one of the more expensive cosplays i've seen but you really can't argue with the results

[mortimermcmirestinks]

hey OP? this is the best cosplay I've ever seen

[the-almost-fashion-historian]

Day dress, c. 1860 by unknown designer

This dress is made of jacquard silk, trimmed with velvet ribbon and silk fringe

This dress was sold by: Augusta Auctions

[morningsaidthemoon]

Tag! You're It! - My 2nd year film :D

[martiszcz]

I like how "Falstaff" from 1979 shows that Ford's jealousy is much worse that any imagined or real affair Alice may have. I love how visible it is that his attempt to restore order in his home is what literally destroys it.

The people he invited to help him find the lover steal from him,

--Falstaff (1979)

and completely destroy his house.

--Falstaff (1979)

Although my favourite bit of this entire chaos in the half-naked guy who I guess decided to bath and choose some new clothes for himself?

--Falstaff (1979)

[martiszcz]

--Thor: Hellfre Across the World (#223)

Hercules's first time in Asgard and his not impressed.

[cosmonautroger]

[knightwithahundredkings]

Went to an Oedipus Rex adaption today and my friends were debating whether the Oedipus/Jocasta age gap was problematic. Like guys…I think their relationship has bigger issues

[homeiswhere-thephobicis]

[caffeinewitchcraft]

Magpie Love

“The first rule of love,” her mother says, voice crackling over the phone, “is to never take more than they can give.”

Finola’s eyes dart to the shoebox under her bed and then back out the dorm window. Her room is on the second floor this year and she can see more of the trees than she can see of the grassy space preceding the dining hall. “I know, Mom.”

“Remember.” Her mother’s voice is sharp and Finola can almost see her heavy, thick brows lowering until shadows cover her eyes. “No clothing. No bags. Never any jewelry.”

Finola wraps her free arm around her waist and closes her eyes. The light breeze rolling through the window smells like eucalyptus and mint. Her mouth waters. “I know, Mom.”

“Those are the big things,” her mother says, “but remember that too many of the small things can amount to a big thing.”

The shoebox under the bed gleams in a stray ray of light. Finola licks her lips. “I know, but—I need something. I have to. I feel like she’ll disappear if I don’t.” The words are inadequate for the sick fear in her stomach each time she loses sight of her. The horrible certainty that something bad will happen if she’s not by her side. She rubs a hand over her mouth.

Her mother’s tongue clicks. “That’s old instincts, Finola. Fight it. You don’t want your father and I to pull you out of school, do you?”

The memory of watching her high school fade out of sight surfaces and, in that moment, she’s sixteen again. She can feel her heart beating too fast, the scream ripping out of her throat, the way the ropes chafed her wrists. She can smell her first love’s perfume, cloying peach, in the air. She can feel their separation like a death in the pit of her stomach, radiating up into her chest, her throat, her head.

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