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Made my very first spelljar today. A little selflove for this trying times.
Lockdown makes me stay at home, so i looked for a new hobby and found making polymerclay detectives. Here is my beginners piece: Hercule Poirot in Evil under the sun.
Me, watching a show with a big cast:
Lovestory I am not invested in: Yeah. Lovey-doodeldoo. God I hate all this romantic bullshit. Just kiss and get over yourself...
Lovestory I am invested in: Oh my God!! They looked at each other! I am dying!!! ❤❤❤❤
Protip for men: if marriage is a horrifying concept for you and you think it is an evil trap, do not buy a ring and ask a woman to marry you
I’m way over seeing radical feminist bullshit on my dash. This isn’t even social justice or a real issue.
sorry that not marrying someone you dont loathe is radical feminism i guess?
women: don’t propose or get married if u don’t like the thought of marriage
men: what kind of sjw fuckery
the other bit that this implies is: If you like your wife, act like it. Even around your friends. Be open and honest about liking your wife, liking spending time with her, and not being resentful of the shared work of building a household. Let your buddies know you can’t hang out with them because you’d rather be home with your wife, whom you like, because she is your legit bff, even though you know your buddies are gonna mock you for it. Stand up to your buddies. Tell them mocking isn’t cool and you don’t want them to do it anymore. Challenge the other men in your life to be better men. That is what “don’t get married if you think marriage is an evil trap” implies to men who are married. And while it’s all completely reasonable I imagine that it’s scary as fuck when it’s just so much easier to har de har har the little woman’s such a nag, ain’t she, don’t we all hate being married so much? with other men. In that context, “don’t get married if you think marriage is an evil trap” is kindof a radical statement.
The number of guys I work with who are engaged who started pulling the “uh oh, life over soon, har har” shit that I have completely shut down with a simple “well if you don’t want to get married, then don’t”…*sigh* And they’re just like, hem, haw, welllll if I don’t then she might not stay with meee, which I respond to with “well, sounds like you need to have a pretty serious and honest conversation with your fiancee about your feelings then” and then the *panic!* look…When you remove that easy “hah hah ball-and-chain” narrative, watch the reaction. Some of them (to a female friend) will mumblingly admit that they love their fiancee and are excited to be married. Others…all you get is fear.
That’s the disservice we do men by refusing to teach boys how to explore their emotional needs. It hurts everyone. I watched three male friends walk into marriages I can tell they weren’t ready for and didn’t want, just because it was expected and they had no tools for emotional self-examination. Two of those marriages are (shockingly) in crisis, a couple years later. One has kids involved now. It’s more than a little heartbreaking. The marriages I see that are working? Are the guys with the emotional maturity to talk to their wives and who don’t care if everyone knows they’re in love with them.
SERIOUSLY.
My friend is getting married this summer and when I congratulated her fiance on their engagement he said to me “Yeah well you know, women. This is what they want so you have to bite the bullet.” and my other friend’s husband who was sitting next to him laughed and agreed. If this is how you feel, don’t get married. Don’t propose. Just…. Don’t. Do it. Any of it.
Straight people think that doing things you really don’t want to do - like marriage and having kids - is normal cos they’re still stuck in a fucking 19th century mindset.
It’s why I know my best friend got a good one, he’s open about how much he loves her and he’s excited to be getting married and regularly contributes ideas and has his own input, it’s nice to see
It filters through as well. Even being gay, a lot of my straight friends don’t understand why I spend so much time with my husband. Because I love him? Because I enjoy his company? Because he’s my best friend? I can’t count the amount of straight people that have told me that they think it’s “weird” that my husband and I spend so much quality time together. The only person who understood was my mom, whose response was: “If you love someone and genuinely enjoy their company, why WOULDN’T you want to spend your free time with them?!”
How can anyone look at their impending marriage and think ‘oh no, it’s all over now’ like???? I’ve only felt so close to so many people in my life, but those small few were like?? I’d wake up in the morning excited to be awake just to look forward to SEEING them. I’d catch myself with this stupid idiot grin in broad daylight just THINKING ABOUT BEING AROUND THEM. I’d sleep easy with them in my head, shitty days became perfect once I spoke to them. THAT’s how I imagine feeling again someday. I think about feeling that way for someone again and it’s like the whole future opens up. Marriage is finding your best friend in the whole wide world and wanting to have a sleepover every single day, and to agree to it and then go around groaning like your freedom is being stolen is a HUGE disrespect. If you have the freedom to share your life with anyone you like and you throw it around like baggage you really can’t expect it to grow, can you? You gotta care about yourself a little more than that I think
All of this.
Not to mention this mentality makes it’s way TO THE DAY OF THE WEDDING. How many weddings have we seen with something like this:
Like what kind of toxic mentality do you have to have to say this as the bride is about to walk down the aisle and marry someone who it’s now suggested doesn’t even want to be there?? How is this cute? How is this supposedly charming? This is supposed to be the person you love and want to be with! And not to mention that you send this down the aisle with a small child (the ring bearer or the flower girls)…I have a special loathing for things like this.
Holy shit I didn’t know that was even a thing. This reminds me of a study I read about years ago with statistics on happiness/stability in relationships of people of various genders/orientations, and straight people were at the very bottom. (And lesbians were at the top! Not a huge surprise, given that women are generally more inclined to communicate and work out emotions and issues.)
YOUR SPOUSE SHOULD BE YOUR BEST FRIEND
PERIOD
#this is seriously creepy
#and the fact that most people accept this as normal makes it even more creepy
it is disturbing to me that the trend of bachelorparties and bacheloretteparties came to my country. before that, all of the neighbors and friends, everyone who is not close enough to be invited for the actual wedding would come together and celebrate with the couple and threw porcelain for good luck the week before the "big day" instead. some people still do both. but honestly: what is this bachelorparty thing/stag night bullshit? celebrating with your friends (just one gender obviously, because who has mixed-gendered friends anyway?) your last day of freedom? why? why this talk about "life is over"? i don't get it... i was once invited to a bachelorette party by the fiancée of my actual friend (whose party i was not allowed to join because of my gender) which was completely weird. why would you even do this??? a wedding is a great, lovely event you should celebrate before and after the actual wedding. i hope this bachelorparty thing is over soon...
Science fiction, double feature.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)
THIS is the montage I’ve been waiting my life for.
Remembering how long it took me starting as a 14 year old to track down information on each movie referenced, in the days before videos (let alone DVDs or streaming movies or any way of watching things that wasn’t a festival at the Scala Cinema or late at night on BBC2…
i am so happy someone made this!!!
This is definitely my new “before the fall” headcanon. makes so much sense. thank you! @captainlordauditor
Please join me for this awesome story by @hollybennett123
The text is here and the AO3 Podfic is here, in case you’d like to leave kudos and comments!
This! Is! Perfection! Give it a listen folks, @podfixx did an incredible job capturing this in podfic form and it’s so much fun to listen to ♥
Thank you so much, @hollybennett123 - it was a fabulous fic to read!
This is so exquisite! I think my ears got a bit red listening to it. ♡
so great! thank you!
Malak al-Kashef is at risk of sexual violence and torture
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For anyone who’s ever wondered who they’d be in a 19th century novel, the wait is over: I put together a 19th Century Character Trope Generator!
If you’d like to reblog, put your character in the tags because I’m curious.
I am a regrettably french maiden aunt who is secretly wed- both in this best of all novels hopefully involving an old, bitter man, some orphans and a beautiful but naive rich born girl and in real life. except for the french part of course. i am so far away from being french. Arthur est un perroquet.
i...should go to bed now...
This moment when a new fandom arises and brings you new headcanons. Every picture brings you deeper into thoughts, every song on the radio seems to be for your new idiot couple.
Thats why I currently sit at work and can't really explain why Alice Coopers "Poison" nearly brings me to tears and Billy Joels "Uptown Girl" makes me laugh like a lunatic...
This is what the world needs
I told myself I wouldn’t reblog any Good Omens posts but I’m laughing too hard that someone thinks fanfiction isn’t “adult entertainment”
I’m laughing that anyone things Good Omens fanfic in particular is the province of 12-year-olds.
thank you you wonderfull angel!
Holmestice is live!
For the next two weeks we’ll be posting two to three fanworks a day – fic, art and vids – for a total of 39 works in nineteen Holmesian fandoms!
This morning we kicked off with a crossover between the Petr Kopl comics and The Great Mouse Detective – check in regularly to see what other gifts our authors and artists have in store!
Holmes and Watson: the Bohemian Connection.
This is a post I made for the Facebook group 221B Here, and I’m putting it up here in case any of my Tumblr people are interested. Of course the FB group has plenty of people who are het, and quite anti Holmes and Watson coded as gay, but it will be interesting to see the response.
Someone asked about the word “Bohemian” used of Holmes and Watson. I offer the following initiator for discourse.
A Bohemian Soul.
In the first Sherlock Holmes story he ever penned, Conan Doyle shows us Watson, in STUD, reading that seminal work by Henri Murger “Scènes de la Vie de Bohème” as he waits up for Holmes to return from investigating the murder of Enoch Drebber:
“It was close upon nine when he set out. I had no idea how long he might be, but I sat stolidly puffing at my pipe and skipping over the pages of Henri Murger’s “Vie de Bohème”” (STUD)
The choice of reading matter, as well as other indications in the text, indicate how Conan Doyle intended to position both Holmes and Watson as living unconventional lives outside society: as “Bohemians”.
But what did the Victorians understand by the terms “Bohemianism”, “bohemian” and “a bohemian lifestyle”?They understood the lifestyle to be the opposite of conventional: artistic, musical, liberal, irregular, and the person practising it to be all of those things.
What is a Bohemian? The word “Bohemia” is a toponym. Tacitus, (Germania, 28) says: “Accordingly, the tract betwixt the Hercynian forest and the rivers Rhine and Mayne was possessed by the Helvetii: and that beyond, by the Boii; both Gallic tribes. The name of Boiemum still remains, a memorial of the ancient settlement.” The term was later used in France (from about the C15th) as a pejorative term for Romani people, who were thought (incorrectly) to originate from the kingdom of Bohemia (in Victorian times a subject part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, since 1918 Czechoslovakia, and now the Czech Republic.)
From about the 1830s, however, the French association of “Bohémian” with Romani: rootless wanderers living outside, and frequently at odds with, conventional society, led to its adoption as a counter-cultural identity by groups of artists, musicians, writers and other creators living in the lower rent districts of Paris, on the Rive Gauche and around Montparnasse. (Montparnasse itself being named after Mount Parnassus, the home of Apollo and the nine Muses.) They defined, and conventional society characterised, their lifestyles as those of “free love”, voluntary or involuntary poverty, anti-establishment politics, and social and sexual liberalism in the service of their creativity. Serving as real life muses to this colony of mostly male creators were “grisettes”, young working girls, dancers, actresses and singers on the edge of society.
The “grisette” became a frequent character in bohemian French fiction. George du Maurier based large parts of Trilby on his experiences as a “bohemian” student in Paris during the 1850s. Poe wrote an 1842 story about a grisette, based on the unsolved murder of Mary Cecilia Rogers near New York City. He subtitled it “A Sequel to ‘The Murders in the Rue Morgue” and it was the first detective story to attempt the solution of a real crime.The most famous grisette is Mimi in Henri Murger’s novel (and subsequent play) “Scènes de la Vie de Bohème”, the source for Puccini’s famous opera La Bohème. Liane de Pougy, one of “les grandes horizontales”, Lillie Langtry and Katharina Schratt were examples of how far a grisette with beauty, wit and intelligence could go - and Conan Doyle’s Irene Adler fits the same mould of a woman existing in bohemian society under her own recognisance and by her own rules: certainly she is more Schratt, the mistress of Emperor Franz Josef, than Mimi. Adler, of course, leads us, by a slightly circuitous route, back to Holmes and Watson.
Doyle, who would undoubtedly have known all this very well, positions both his main characters as Bohemians, not just Holmes. Watson, when we first meet him, impoverished, lonely and miserable, has been “leading a comfortless, meaningless existence, and spending such money as I had, considerably more freely than I ought.” (STUD) He has “neither kith nor kin” to give him a home, and is spending his time hanging around aimlessly (or perhaps not) at the Criterion bar.
The Criterion was not a respectable place, at least not after 7pm. It was a notorious pick up place for men cruising for gay sex: George Ives, the founder of the contemporary Order of Chaeronea, notes it as “a great centre for inverts”. Reporter and bon-vivant George Sims (three times married, childless, a friend of Conan Doyle’s and a breeder of bulldogs) mentions it as “full of men in evening dress, and men in mufti, guardsmen and garrulous music hall artists … all sorts and conditions of men.” (Referenced in Matt Cook’s “London and the Culture of Homosexuality” p26.) And guardsmen, above all other soldiers, were, of course, not only the almost fetishised objects of erotic desire for homosexuals (e.g Housman, passim; Roger Casement and Ives himself) but also notorious for being available: so prevalent was the custom of guardsmen being “to be had” in the argot of the time that in 1902, the army issued an order prohibiting them from “loitering without lawful purpose in the (London) parks after dark.”
Watson is therefore the textbook definition of a Bohemian: he is rootless, homeless, impoverished, and, potentially, sexually unconventional. He is frequenting a place known to be a haunt of inverts and one, moreover that was a common pick up place for men looking for sex with soldiers. To cap off this interesting coding, Conan Doyle tells us Watson is reading Henri Murger’s Vie de Bohème, the work that defined “Bohemian” for the rather less naturally bohemian but happily imitative, English. Watson is also presented, although a doctor and a soldier, as a man of Bohemian soul: he is a writer - a creator: “I have all the facts in my journal, and the public shall know them.”
What of Holmes? Conan Doyle stresses Holmes’ Bohemianism rather more obviously than he does Watson’s. To begin with “he is a little queer in his ideas …an enthusiast …his studies are very desultory and eccentric,” comments Stamford (who, it has to be said was also hanging round at the Criterion).(Reference is STUD) “Queer”, “an enthusiast” and “eccentric”: all signifiers for the Bohemian, but all, also, capable of an alternative interpretation.
Holmes’ manners are bohemian from the start. He displays none of the gravitas appropriate for a Victorian gentleman. He “sprang to his feet with a cry of pleasure. “I’ve found it! I’ve found it,” he shouted to my companion, running towards us with a test-tube in his hand.” Springing, shouting, uttering a cry of pleasure, running … these behaviours are not, this display of emotion is not the reserve and discretion expected from the conventional Victorian. His enthusiasm is uncontrollable: ““Ha! ha!” he cried, clapping his hands, and looking as delighted as a child with a new toy. “What do you think of that?” His behaviour is noticeably different from that of the conventional Gregson and Lestrade: “With these two implements he trotted noiselessly about the room, sometimes stopping, occasionally kneeling, and once lying flat upon his face. So engrossed was he with his occupation that he appeared to have forgotten our presence, for he chattered away to himself under his breath the whole time, keeping up a running fire of exclamations, groans, whistles, and little cries suggestive of encouragement and of hope.” At one point in the investigation he even utters “a perfect shriek of delight.”
Holmes shows off like an actor on stage: “His eyes fairly glittered as he spoke, and he put his hand over his heart and bowed as if to some applauding crowd conjured up by his imagination. It is Watson who is the more staid of the two of them: “You are to be congratulated,” I remarked, considerably surprised at his enthusiasm.
Holmes has other bohemian attributes. He displays a lively emotional sensitivity: he is Marianne, not Elinor: “My companion flushed up with pleasure at my words, and the earnest way in which I uttered them. I had already observed that he was as sensitive to flattery on the score of his art as any girl could be of her beauty.” He considers his work to be an art: Holmes refers to the Brixton murder as a “Study in Scarlet”, deliberately borrowing, as he says, “a little art jargon.” There’s the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life”. He is presented as Bohemian throughout, delighting in the theatrical, the unconventional and the irregular - the Irregulars themselves would not be the assistants of a conventional man.
Holmes is given a Bohemian’s tastes: he is musical, he plays the violin, he enthuses over concerts, he “carols”: “And now for lunch, and then for Norman Neruda. Her attack and her bowing are splendid. What’s that little thing of Chopin’s she plays so magnificently: Tra-la-la-lira-lira-lay.”
Leaning back in the cab, this amateur bloodhound carolled away like a lark while I meditated upon the many-sidedness of the human mind.”
Wilma Norman Neruda, (Lady Hallé) was a Moravian violinist of international fame. The programmes she offered were predominantly romantic, German music, the type associated with Bohemian romantic yearning and desire: in a letter of 1879 she suggests to her manager the A minor concerto by Viotti or Spohr’s 8th concerto, with as 2nd solo, the Adagio and Rondo from the E major concerto by Vieuxtemps; or, the Mendelssohn concerto, if Joachim has not already played it in Amsterdam, followed by the Adagio from Spohr’s 9th concerto or Romance in F by Beethoven. (Letter held by Royal Northern College of Music)
(Being “musical” also had different connotations. In the 1884 Dublin Castle trials of James Ellis French and Gustavus Cornwall (for sodomy) the judge commented on their use of musical parties, glee evenings and concert attendances to make assignations as a defining characteristic of their homosexuality: “You are all of you musical, are you not?” he said to the unfortunate defendants.)
There are many other instances in Canon where Conan Doyle presents us with the unconventional attitudes and lifestyles of both Holmes and Watson. I have only drawn from this first story, in which he shows them as “Bohemian” in manner and character, as belonging to, as part of, that free, easy and uninhibited society which existed on the other side of conventional Victorian life. In England as in France, writers, artists, musicians - and here, according to Conan Doyle, ex-soldier turned Boswell and bodyguard, and a consulting detective with “art in the blood” exist in a world of unconventional relationships, social liberality, and a certain, cavalier, anti-establishment nonchalance. They would be quite at home with Dupin and Lecocq (despite Holmes’ disdain for them) with the Parisian Bohemians, and with the expatriate English who also inhabited that world.
My personal opinion is that Holmes and Watson are also both presented to us as queer: Bohemian being a signifier for a life that is sexually as well as socially unconventional. To go into that thesis in detail, however, to discuss at length all the reasons I have for thinking that Conan Doyle queer-coded them, would take longer than I have today; moreover if you have read my post this far, I have already trespassed on your attention for far too long.
Thank you for this post!
this is so interesting! thank you!
Almost Like Being In Love
After months of working up the courage, and putting words to the page, I have written a thing.
I hope you love it as much as I do:
Almost Like Being In Love
This was what Greg loved about jazz - the way you couldn’t always predict how it was going to go. It was unpredictable, but swept you away all the same. Greg remembered what a friend had said to him once - that the best way to enjoy jazz was like taking the passive role in a dance - just let the music take the lead, and it would never let you down.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18914434/chapters/44901163
love it! please tag me in updates!!!
Are you a pride and prejudice or jane eyre person? wuthering heights or sense and sensibility? dracula or frankenstein? 1984 or lord of the flies? the catcher in the rye or to kill a mockingbird?
Pride and Prejudice
Sense and Sensibility
Frankenstein
1984
Catcher in the Rye
Also War and Peace before Anna Karenina
Also Everything is Illuminated
Also Douglas Adams before Terry Pretchat
so you know
So I just planned a short trip to Edinburgh. Any Sherlock Holmes related tipps for me?
me: (at 10 pm): well, i have to get up early tomorrow but i'm not that tired. movie would be too long, book just finished. maybe i should read east end boy by @mottlemoth
haven't done this yet. everyone says it's great. maybe just the first two chapters to set me up.
me: (at 3 am) why can't you just be happy??? you foooooooools!! i am crying! i'll just read 'til the next good phase
me: (at 5 am): why are you bleeding greg! you should not have gone alone!!!
my alarm: (at 6 am): get up!
me: just one more chapter!!!
my alarm: no!
well... work hasn't been great today.