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I wondering what Anne Rice would think of the TV show. I love it, but I think she would hate the changes AMC made at all. She didn't just send cease and desist orders after fic authors. I remember hearing about her doxxing people for writing fic, and sending her fans after them at the time, or even just for writing bad reviews of her book. Fan Lore has a great article about her. She was notorious for it!. Fan Lore has a great article about her.
In “The Demon-Haunted World”, Sagan argued that skepticism and scientific literacy are forms of civic self-defense, not just academic skills.
saw a post about this earlier but it made me think: tumblr really is the only social media site where I go on and have a good time and then carry on with my day. I know it's completely curated because there are some awful people here but that (the curation) in itself is a privilege of the site. Every other social media site is designed to make you angry for more engagement
Ilya's such a sexual person, and it's such an important part of his relationship with Shane. Any fic recs where Ilya experiences erectile disfunction from taking SSRI's for depression, and doesn't take it well? Maybe even refuses to keep taking them? Or agrees to only take them for a short time no matter what the doctor says? Or at least insists on trying a different kind? I have a hard time seeing him just accepting that.
I honestly think Ilya would be more worried about SSRI-caused erectile dysfunction than Shane would. From Shane’s point of view, sex toys exist. I’m sure he’d rather have Ilya fuck him with his favourite dildo than have Ilya’s depression get worse. For him to maybe need inpatient treatment or god forbid attempt suicide. Shane is a practical man. Yeah, he’d miss Ilya’s dick, but he’d cope.
But I think there’s still a small part of Ilya that believes he’s only valuable to Shane because of his dick. Sex was the basis of their relationship for years, and also their only excuse to spend time together. We see at the cottage when Ilya says faux-lightly, “you like to be bad.” And Shane assures him that might be how it started, but that’s not what it’s about these days. But I think Shane would have to say that pretty damn often for Ilya to really internalize it.
I think they’d have a major fight about it, if Ilya couldn’t get it up but the meds were working otherwise. Shane would be livid at the idea that his husband wants to stop taking the meds, or switch to a different one, just because he’s afraid Shane will leave him if his dick stops working. I mean, that’s kind of insulting to Shane (from his POV, at least).
But I think there will always be a part of Ilya that believes deep down the people he cares about will only keep him around if he’s useful. His family treated him like a cash cow from before he was old enough to vote. Most of the non-sexual intimacy Ilya used to get was tied to sexual intimacy. If he didn’t provide money, orgasms, goals, whatever people wanted from him, he could expect them to leave.
A lifetime of that isn’t resolved by a few years of a good romantic relationship. Especially not when mixed with depressive brain chemistry and the way that grinds away at feelings of self-worth. Intellectually Ilya might know Shane isn’t just in this for the dick any longer (if he ever was). But on a gut level, Ilya’s still very insecure.
He’ll probably panic if he thinks he can’t satisfy Shane sexually any more. And a panicky Ilya might flush the pills down the toilet. Then, cue a massive fight where Shane is enraged that his husband apparently thinks so little of him.
Yes! I can see it happening like that, especially his fears of not being able to give that to Shane. I think you're right. But I also think Ilya misses sex for himself too, and even if the pills helped his energy level, not being able to get hard would make him depressed in and of itself for that reason, along with fears of how it would harm his relationship with Shane. I also think it would mess with his sense of self. "I'm glad I'm so easily replaceable Shane, but I am not okay being half a man!'
Depression can affect libido, so missing that plus the insecurity regarding Shane, might have been part of what drives him to therapy in the first place. (Plus he never wants Shane to go through what he did when his mother died.)
Going off path with this: He starts therapy and medication, and his energy level starts getting better, but his dick is still dead. That's when he learns about the side effects, and feels not only angry, but also like what's the point. He's damned if he does, and damned if he doesn't.
Maybe his therapist or Shane, because he's been researching trying to find an answer for Ilya, mention getting him into a psilocybin trial, and he's, "Yes, do that!" There are beaurocratic hoops to go through, or perhaps a waiting list, and he's feeling desperate.
Ilya's wealthy celebrity. He can get magic mushrooms. MLH drug testing is for performance enhancing drugs. They don't care about illegal substances. Hell, team doctors give out pain meds like candy. If they could do it with illegal substances too, he thinks they would. (I'm guessing and making this up on my very limited knowledge about the nhl.)
People who do this for medicinal purposes do it in conjunction with a therapist. They've discussed what they want to achieve during the treatment, and the therapist is there to guide them in case it goes badly. (Again, I'm just guessing with some of this.)
Ilya has none of this of course. He waits till Shane is gone for a day or so on a sponsorship thing, and has a bad trip. He doesn't answer his phone when Shane calls. Shane gets a bad feeling, and frantically leaves to come back, and finds him hallucinating about his parents.
Or even worse - maybe it lowers his inhibitions, and combined with a horrific trip he tries to end it. Shane finds him unconscious on the floor with pills and vodka. Ilya is appalled when he wakes up in the hospital. He never wanted to do that to Shane.
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Diversity win! The werewolf in your village goes by þei
i can't make you love me, no I can't make you love me
we never dated by sombr
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thank you!!
I literally love it so much that they both think the other one is the hottest person alive. Shane and Ilya both looking at each other and being so proud that they bagged a perfect 10. Both of them thinking that the other one is a trophy and being so proud that they won him. Their mutual obsession. I'm gonna fucking start biting people over this if I think about it too hard.
Trevor Noah interviewing Judith “Badass” Heumann
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I’m glad so many people have discovered Judith “Judy” Heumann through this silly little gif set. I am sorry to say she has died at the age of 75. She was known as the mother of disability rights. In 1970 she sued the Board of Education to become a licensed teacher and she won. In 1977 she was one of the organizers of the 504 Sit-in, a 24 day protest for disability rights. You can learn more about her story from her book Being Heumann, the picture book Fighting for YES! or the documentary Crip Camp.
Judy Heumann believed in the inherent value of each disabled individual and would never back down on what she thought was right. Her friends and fellow activists remember her as a strong leader.
Judy Heumann
December 18, 1947 - March 4, 2023
May her memory be for a blessing.
So obviously Ilya will never let go of his grudge against Montreal. He will make it his personal mission to humiliate them every time they play, total shutouts while getting a hat trick himself, grind them into dust, obliterate their will to live etc etc. But even after he retires he won’t stop hating on Montreal. Trash talking them every chance he gets, whether the podcast he’s invited on is about hockey or the newest season of Drag Race. He’ll support every team that plays against them, frequently wearing a shirt saying I love the Centaurs and whoever beats the Metros. And Ilya’s still going to show up to Ottawa home games when they’re playing Montreal in thirty years and you just know the team will not disappoint him. Ilya fucking Rozanov, number one draft pick, five time Stanley Cup winner, husband of Thee Shane Hollander, bringer of glory to Ottawa, Russian menace now winning Olyampic gold for Canada, the fucking legend himself is in the stands so you better believe the Cens are going to crush the Metros. The Centaurs become the Metros’ Angstgegner (a delightful German sports term that means fear opponent). And you know how North American sports are rife with superstitions and curses. It takes a few seasons for the talk of a curse to go around. In the beginning the Metros just accept they’re a shit team without Hollander—the front office calls it rebuilding—and then once they have a decent roster again, they’re still playing against Hollanov in Ottawa who are dominating the East and winning the Conference finals almost every year. But then once they retire, the Metros still can’t win against Ottawa. At least not in Ottawa. They play there twice a season. The first season post Hollanov retirement is fine, Ottawa is still a great team, but then the years drag on and still Montreal does. Not. Win. In Ottawa. The fans acknowledge it first. They chased Hollander from the city and pissed off the queer hockey gods and now they’re punished forever. The players believe it too, though they think Rozanov hired an etsy witch to curse them or made a deal with the Baba Yaga herself. The way he’s glowering at them from the box at the games, maybe Rozanov is a Baba Yaga.
Eventually, to break the curse—although no one says out loud that’s why they’re doing this even though everybody knows that’s why they’re doing this—the Metros have a ceremony where they retire Shane’s number and hang his jersey in the rafters. The fans turn out in the thousands. There’s public viewing. They lay down rainbow symbols in front of the Bell Centre as offerings for forgiveness. They build effigies of Ilya but instead of burning them, they decorate them with flower crowns and wrap them in the bi pride flag. Shane attends the ceremony and he brings Ilya. Shane gives a short, conciliatory speech while Ilya smugly glares at everyone in attendance. The next game in Ottawa, Ottawa wins again. Someone suggests the Metros should also retire Rozanov’s number. The idea gains traction on social media but the front office decides to take further losses rather than embarrass themselves like that, because surely, at some point, the Metros will win in Ottawa again, right? right???
When the medusa (the drifting, balloon stage) of the immortal jellyfish Turritopsis dohrnii dies, it sinks to the ocean floor and begins to
Jellyfish start their lives as larva, tiny cigar shaped creatures that spiral through the water, looking for a rock or something handy to attach itself to. Once firmly in place, the larva metamorphoses into a polyp, rather like a tiny sea anemone. Colonies of these polyps are created as the polyp clones itself which means a colony can cover an entire boat dock in a matter of days. Some types of polyp form huge shrub-like bushes. When the conditions are right, these polyps bloom in vast numbers and when they bloom, what buds from the polyp are baby jellyfish.
If the start of jellyfish life wasn’t extraordinary enough, its death is where things get really exciting. When the medusa the immortal jellyfish (Turritopsis dohrnii) dies, it sinks to the ocean floor and begins to decay. Amazingly, its cells then reaggregate, not into a new medusa, but into polyps, and from these polyps emerge new jellyfish. The jellyfish has skipped to an earlier life stage to begin again.
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Peak evolution. None of this endless cycle of needing to eat, exercise, get clean, and sleep. Just going with the flow for eternity.
ilya rozanov counts shane hollander’s freckles because he is obsessed with them
shane hollander counts ilya rozanov’s moles because he’s deeply anxious about skin cancer
A year or so ago I went to wood carving club with a bruised eye from my dog slamming his nose into my eyesocket and like every old lady there pulled me aside at some point to ask if my partner hit me here are some of the solutions they had in case he did.
-Replacing his vitimens with poision
- getting her brother to invite him out onto his boat and then killing him and dumping him in the ocean and saying he got drunk and fell off.
- get tboned with him in the passenger seat and then once he was in the hospital theres all kinds of easy ways to kill him like not washing my hands after a poop and then touching his wound casually.
-replacing his drink of choice with moonshine!?
- take him on a hike thats locally notorious for a rapid otter attacking hikers and once he had rabies I could just kill him any ol way and say self defense.
-One lady just cheerfully informed me she had a gun and only a few years left anyway
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#and this is why no-fault divorce brings down the murder rate
Small realization about the framing of the two shows
Interview with the Vampire, given from Louis’ perspective, almost always shows Lestat as put together and beautiful, sometimes scary
So far, The Vampire Lestat, given from Lestat’s perspective, shows him as kind of a sloppy mess and sometimes ugly and kind of pathetic
I’m really enjoying this visual translation of the source material, the details are crazy
if an archaeologist says an artifact was probably for “ritual purposes” it means “i have no fuckin clue”
but if they say it was for “fertility rituals” they mean “i know exactly what it was for but i dont want to say ‘ancient dildo’”
Back in the day I worked at a certain very famous and very high caste art museum in the US as a junior curator. Part of my job was to catalog the objects in the museum database. This includes details like provenance, measurements, and a visual description of what the object looked like.
Like I said, the museum was a pretty snotty institution. It’s got a LOT of objects it’s way famous for possessing, but nobody knew about the absolutely massive collection of Moche erotic pottery it had because the curators were totally embarrassed by this stuff.
Some examples:
Pretty hot shit, right? They never, ever put any of this stuff on public view or published it in any catalogues but - we legit had like several hundred pieces of Moche ceramics in the “dirty pots” category. Anyway, I was left alone to just do my job with regard to the database for several years, ok? And I figured, well, these’re accessioned objects in the museum’s collection - better get down to bidness.
I catalogued every goddamn bestiality, necrophiliac, cocksucking, buttfucking, detached penis, and giant vulva drinking cup in that collection. I’d be like,
A drinking vessel in form of a standing man wearing a tunic and cap. He holds an oversized erection in his hands and stares into the distance (note I did not say “like he’s hella-constipated”). The vessel has a hole at both the tip of the penis as well as around the rim of the figure’s head, thus forcing the drinker to drink only from the penis or risk spilling wine all over themselves from the top of the vessel. Red and orange slip covers the surface of the piece.
Pretty straightforward, right? Apparently the deep seated fear of these objects that the curators exhibited was meant to spread to me as well, but - no one ever gave me that memo, because I guess Midwesterners reproduce asexually. When the curators understood that I had catalogued all of these objects in addition to the other, non-sexy pieces in the collection, they were apparently livid, but knew they had no legs to stand on in terms of getting pissed at me for it.
I visited the museum’s online public access database a few years back and - every single description I wrote of these pieces has been totally neutered to say something like Male figural vase.
Long story short? Just call a dildo a fucking dildo. It’s all gonna be ok, I swear.
This is absolutely the MOST unusual reblog I have ever tagged with what is probably my second-favorite tag, “talk to me about your work.”
Plus it’s hilarious.
I love ancient art history !!!!!
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Museums should have sections dedicated to artifacts like these with a warning that says “There’s a lot of private parts in here but we’re dedicated to displaying history so we won’t censor these. Enter at your own risk” or something. It’s prudish to deliberately hide history because of some ding dongs.
Fucking Puritanism.
Unpopular opinion: Sex exists. Making body parts taboo is both psychologically bad for us and kinda stupid.
when i went to the travelling Pompeii exhibit a few years ago it was nice to have a section just gently sectioned off with all the fun phalloi and graffiti. they had a warning on it, but they ALSO had a warning on the ‘hey this is where the simulated eruption happens, if you have trouble with flashing lights or loud noises let us know so we can show you the shortcut’ bit, and I appreciated both.
"ummm actually that wouldn't happen because-" playing!!! i am playing!!! come play with me!!! i even set up the sandbox with extra shovels!!! don't smack the barbie out of my hands!!
we are doing improv!! pick up a blorbo and yes and with me!!