Does Anyone Have Any Orange Slices?

She/her : Adult : eclectic nonsense : this is a lawless, often tagless land, beware : 🏳️‍🌈 : artist : writer : unapologetic 95% of the time

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

a while back I reblogged a post pointing out that it's totally reasonable to have a crush on someone and just Not Act On It, Ever, At All, and I cannot stop thinking about the sweet souls in the notes who seemed baffled as to why anyone would ever want to leave a crush unspoken. absolutely fascinating life experience you must be having if that's not a possibility that's ever even cropped up, I have to say. I don't think it's unforgivably naive or anything but it does warrant further study.

[alexinmotion]

The full performance of “I Lied to You” from “SINNERS” at the Oscars 2026

[pinakotekams]

They had not been seen together in the museum galleries for quite a while. Monet’s “Women with Umbrellas” are once again side by side in the Impressionist gallery.

[peggaboo]

AND THEN THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END!!!!

[atenderofsycamoretrees]

ok every time this post comes by i resist geeking out on it but NO LONGER so these women are probably the same woman and that woman is monet’s wife camille doncieux. he painted her a LOT. but fun fact: monet had this asshole friend named ernest hochede, and ernest racked up some debts, and like an asshole he basically just fled the country, leaving his wife alice and their six kiddos behind. monet immediately got alice and kids to move in with him, camille, and their two kids. at this point, monet, alice, and camille became my favorite probably historic poly threesome. they lived together, taking care of the kids. they were so poor that alice and camille took turns wearing the nice dress so they could go out with monet. when camille got uterine cancer and began dying, alice helped monet cope and took care of things while he painted camille over and over. when camille died, alice is the reason monet was able to survive. when ernest finally died, monet and alice married, and remained married until alice died. at that point, blanche, the oldest daughter, took care of monet until he died. anyway, the point is, the umbrella ladies are probably the same ladies, but as far as i’m concerned, there WAS a historically queer poly family in that household and they were wonderful.

[possumberries]

this is a fucking joy

[thesunnahthebetter]

they should normalize saying "I'm thinking of you fondly but don't have much to say and frankly I don't even really want to talk rn but you have appeared in my thoughts and it's nice"

[ethereal-w0lf]

Lestat when he’s called a literal slur:

Vs Lestat when a random girl says Armand is more interesting than him:

[lighthouseweeper]

[eddiesmustache]

[teaboot]

There are too many people walking around acting like having feelings does something

[teaboot]

Love doesn’t matter unless you do something about it. Hate doesn’t matter unless you do something about it. Ambivalence doesn’t matter unless it stops you from acting. Nobody can read your mind, for better or for worse, and if you love someone with your whole heart but don’t let it move you, or hate someone completely but still treat them well, or feel absolutely nothing at all but still put the effort in, then nobody will ever fucking know.

Your thoughts and feelings aren’t as world-changing as you think you are. They aren’t a point in your direction or a black mark on your record. Nobody is keeping track.

Whether that’s depressing or hopeful depends on what you DO.

God help me

[kescalis]

I had the pleasure of painting this Simon and Clea commission for @araushneee :))

[myspace]

[cparti-mkiki]

amen

[orcinus-veterinarius]

As a veterinarian, and as a lifelong dog lover, one thing I need dog owners to understand and accept is that dogs can be extremely dangerous, especially large ones. Sometimes they don’t even mean to be, but that doesn’t change the fact that they can do serious harm to a human being. They are very powerful animals.

You should not let your dog free-roam. You should not force your dog to accept touch. You should very heavily supervise interactions with children, and with certain dogs, these interactions may never be safe. You must learn to read canine body language. And if a veterinary professional recommends a muzzle or sedatives for vet visits, take these recommendations seriously.

“But I care about my dog more than people” this is in your dog’s best interest. If they maim or kill a person, especially a child, they will be euthanized. You do not want lose them in that traumatic way, ending their life and ruining your own (and those of others) in the process. You do not want to be responsible for the loss of a human life.

Every dog, no matter how sweet, should be muzzle-trained in case they ever need to wear one. Pain and fear can make them act out of character. And if your dog has aggressive tendencies, especially with humans, seek out professional help and take measures to protect both your dog and people.

Signed,

A vet who wants people and dogs to be safe

[rosemaryblossomworld]

This is my reaction when I find a cool fanfic but don't look at the header. And then I realise it's unfinished and the last chapter came out several years ago.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox

[teaboot]

The biggest misconception in public schools is that literary analysis is about proving you can be right or wrong about a book you read

Literary analysis isn’t about the book

It’s not even about being right

It’s about performing an investigation and presenting your case to the jury

It doesn’t matter if your defendant killed that guy or not. If you can convince the jury he didn’t, you’ve won

And the incredible life skill of spinning bulletproof bullshit out your ass with a handful of facts and a prayer is soooooooo much more valuable than anyone’s ever gonna tell you

[teaboot]

If the average tweenager knew that good media analysis meant you could force your English teacher to admit that fuckin- (rolls dice) What’s Eating Gilber Grape is a metaphor for (rolls dice again) Why the crack cocaine epidemic is good actually- we would have far better literacy and critical thinking skills as a nation. And I stand by that

[teaboot]

You could develop the magical psychic and illusory power to force the middle aged bitchfuck who makes you raise your hand and beg for permission to take a shit accept the premise that Cocomelon is a subversive and scathing artistic commentary on the pitfalls of modern democracy. Chat GPT essay engines are stealing this from you

[avonsdrabbles]

The most significant lesson I ever received in Literature classes was that everything is actually about abortion.

My regular teacher was out for the day, so the “this guy works here but nobody quite knows what he’s supposed to do” substitute was in for her. His name was Mr. Moony. I suspect, knowing more now, that Mr. Moony was the special education coordinator for gifted and talented students. But that’s all besides the point.

The only thing that mattered about Mr. Moony for this story is that every student knew you never learned anything when he was in, because he was always batshit insane. He would completely disregard plans, throw them away, and tell us to do something different.

When he came in, we had just finished reading Waiting for Godot. We were well on our way to an AP Lit exam, tired and worried, and we had a practice essay coming up based on this play. And he said, “you’re all burnt the hell out, so I’m going to write an essay for you.” We all cheered because, hell yes, a lecture day. We didn’t have to do shit. We could all tune out and stop caring.

And then he started going.

We were enraptured. This man deconstructed the two act play into a masterpiece, quoting ancient literature on theology and God, as well as personal details about the author, to reveal to us all that, actually, Waiting for Godot was the author’s roundabout way to show the anguish behind the politics of the pro-life/anti-choice movements, and the author’s criticisms of abortion.

He went on for a half hour, writing faster than we could really keep up with. By the end of his rant, we were all nodding along. At the end, he slammed his hand on the board and shouted “ABORTION” to really make his point.

“So, do you all think that’s what this story is about?”

The majority of us nodded, myself included. And this man looked at us, scrunched his face like Kermit the Fucking Frog, and went, “no the fuck it’s not. I made all that up.”

There was a beat of everyone feeling like their time was wasted. Some students very frustrated because they were trying to take notes and just realized it all was fabricated. One or two who were angry about being woken up to him shouting abortion.

And then he looked at us. “How many of you only believe it’s about abortion because that’s what I just told you to think?”

Quite a few raised their hands.

“Then I did English good.”

The rest of the time of class was spent with him teaching us various styles of analysis, though sadly my amnesia has claimed most of this part from me. I remember my belief in English being entirely shaken at this point. But at the same time, I also got what he was saying, and it opened my eyes to new things.

There is no right answer in literary analysis. There’s just answers people want to hear, or answers that are compelling, or answers that aren’t those things. The answer that Waiting for Godot was about abortion was not something all of us wanted to hear, but he made the answer sound compelling — and so we were riveted.

My next essay I wrote for that class was about the setting of the play, and how the entirety of Waiting for Godot centers on the anxieties of losing the modern family — and even modern life as we know it — to technology, and via that idea, the climate crisis.

I got a 100%. My teacher highlighted my (thankfully anonymous to the class) essay, particularly because the first sentence was “compelling,” due to my absence of proper grammar rules; I’d started it off by just saying, “trees.”

That was the day I really knew I loved English — not just enjoyed reading and writing, but genuine love of playing with the language. And it’s this love that I try to instill into my students.

[gmbeowulf]

One of the most important things you learn in English class is this; the idea that you can say pretty much anything if you can support it with evidence--and, the inverse, that anyone else can say anything but you need to actually examine their supporting evidence. Which, of course, is one of the critical things we lose in the destruction of the public school system and downplaying of humanities.

Also, every great work of literature is about Jesus, a journey, or gay sex. Unless it's by Melville, in which case it's all three.

[ariaste]

When I was in college, I was a bit of an arrogant little twit and I was too smart for my own good, so I was bored in all of my literature classes. I therefore decided to start playing the class on hard mode: I stopped reading the books.

This was an intentional choice, and I had rules about it. I could read the back cover for a general gist of the plot, and I could read the first page or two for major character names. When writing essays, I had to open to an entirely random page if I wanted a quote. The rest of everything I knew about the book was whatever I could glean by osmosis from the class discussions and lectures. And again, I did this on purpose, because I had decided to learn something veeeerrrryyy slightly different from what they thought they were teaching me.

Some of you are asking, "But what the hell could you learn like that?" Friend, I learned how to Bullshit. I learned how to take two scraps of loose information, squish them together, extrapolate wildly, come up with a likely analysis, and defend my argument coherently in rhetoric without anyone ever finding out that I was making it up as I went. I learned how to scrutinize one (1) random page of text to find a quote I could twist to fit into whatever my essay was about.

I got A's on all my essays, but my greatest triumph was in a class where we were reading about a young teenage girl with an abusive father and an inappropriate crush on her local priest. The teacher was almost yelling at the class, trying to get them to do even one sentence of analysis about why the girl would be infatuated with the priest, and after a couple awkward, incoherent attempts from other students, I sighed and raised my hand and said, "It's a Freudian thing, the priest is a stand-in father figure who she's subconsciously seeking affection from because her history of abuse means she never got it from her own real father. It's really obvious, isn't it? Catholic priests are even titled 'father'" The teacher looked around in outrage at the rest of the class and snapped, "Why is Alex apparently the only one who read the book? Did ANYONE else read it?" I carefully bit my tongue and did not cackle in triumph. I hadn't read more than the back cover and the first page.

I wouldn't recommend that anyone else try this game. I was homeschooled by an absolutely brilliant man and I had a sterling education in literacy and literature from a very young age. But this is the kind of acrobatics you get to do when you have a strong foundation in English -- and knowing how to spin bullshit into gold based off of two damp vibes, a whistle, and a smart guess? Babey, that's one of the most valuable life skills there IS. That will save your ass in all SORTS of situations. But you need those strong foundations in analysis first before you advance to playing it like high-stakes roulette.

[lost-in-eriador]

in 2026, remember how GOOD writing feels. remember how satsfying it is to get your characters to the point you have been dying to get to, where they will experience the love, fear, relief or whatever the feeling you want to bring to life may be. let this year be the year of writing, prgress and of satisfactory endings.

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1912, featured in Letters To Felice

[cyberxbattalion]