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Vladimir Serov, The Worker (1960) and The Builder (1964)
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Saw this on FB and tried to find the original, which I haven't, but the point is so solid.
a lot of artists dont know how to draw bullets and to be real it bothers me a lot. here's my simple guide on bullets
Special shoutout to the DavidPro Phantom Blood opening where the bullets are fully brass, flush with the casing, no rim, perfectly undisturbed primer, and fired whole out of some webleys.
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You chumps don't know about 65% more bullet per bullet spring system
i do not ādelete sentencesā when they start āhindering the plotā i COPY PASTE THEM into a SEPARATE DOC made just for keeping all my USELESS LINES that i will also NEVER USE so therefore i should JUST DELETE THEM but i DONT because id FEEL BAD if i did
You don't actually have to kill your darlings. You can just put them in the oubliette #myoubliette
haiku of despair
Someone linked me this beautiful poster, and I'm just really impressed.
My contribution:
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WTF are those obelisks on the right?ā¦
Tasty obelisk fries..
āItās digestibleā has got to be the laziest goal Iāve ever seen achieved by a food product.
āItās digestibleā
āItās digestibleā is pertinent!! Okay, for those of you who havenāt researched Crisco for writing fic about gay sex in the mid-late 60s:
The first-edition ofĀ The Joy of Gay Sex, published in 1977, declared, āVegetable shortening may be the best lubricant, since it is not only greasy but also digestibleā[4]Ā Such a statement perhaps gives new meaning to the companies boastful declarations that āIts digestibleā and āCrisco has been making life in the kitchen more delicious for years.āĀ Similarly, in the 1978 sex manualĀ The Advocate Guide to Gay Health, Crisco even earned an entry in the bookās index.Ā Discussions of the shorteningās use as an anal lubricant indicate its popularity, with statements such as: āThe lubricant, typically the cultic Crisco, must be copious.ā[5]Ā In fact, Crisco was so synonomus with gay sex that discos and bars around the world took on the name, such as Crisco Disco in New York City, which was one of the premiere clubs during the 1970s and early 1980s.Ā Other clubs or bathhouses, such as Club Z in Seattle, even featured murals with Crisco.Ā Thus, Crisco was conversely also one of many things that led to the formation of gay identities during the 20thĀ century.
from this essay: http://www.columbia.edu/~sf2220/TT2007/web-content/Pages/drew2.html
The more you know! :D
I have learned a new thing today.
Love this post for so many reasons but most especially because this is from all the way back in 2012 and and yet not a single blog in this thread is deactivated
I enjoy that not only does this have a link to an actual source, but the link still fucking works.
but @rhea314 you didnt include a picture of the crisco disco! AND MY GOD THE DJ BOOTH WAS A GIANT CRISCO CAN!
Go dance and get fisted. Fucking iconic.
Love the gay history, but i just wanna correct that the āitās digestibleā in the gay stuff was a reference to criscoās tagline it had been using since 1911, the actual meaning of its digestible is because itās main competition came from āenhancedā lards which were rendered pig fat mixed with non food thickeners that literally did not digest and caused people to basically just shit out pig cream, since crisco was veggie based the body digested it along with the food
And in case you were still wondering, @mudwerks.. Tuna Croquettes
This post is the opposite of net zero information. Not only did I learn several new facts about gay history but also we rounded our way back to the original question of the tag line and the mini obelisks.
Itās a net profit of information. 12/10 post
one must imagine sisyphus livin la vida loca
āHe seems to have his hand in a lot of things around hereā
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Iām sure OP will be glad to know this post has reached its intended audience of Office Chair Fandom
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āBy the first world war, soldiers swore so much that the word āfuckingā came to function as no more than āa warning that a noun is comingā.Ā ā
Guardian review ofĀ Holy Sh*t: A Brief History of Swearing by Melissa MohrĀ
i would like to take this opportunity to present my headcanon about that infamous ālanguage!ā line: steve and the howlies had such dirty mouths that they had to be constantly reminded to clean it up for the reporters that followed them around. so steve heard a swear word over the radio and had a kneejerk stop that weāre being filmed for the folks back home reaction.
in other words, he said ālanguageā not because he never swears, but because if heās not on guard he swears way too much. :D
āthe word āfuckingā came to function as no more than āa warning that a noun is comingā
And the interesting thing about actually dealing with people who do swear to that degree, which I have, is that eventually your brain completely tunes the word fucking out.
You basically donāt hear it. It becomes unimportant noise.
I was actually just talking to someone last night about how when I was a kid (the 80s), no one said āfuckā or āshit,ā ever, but people casually tossed slurs around like nobodyās business. Now people use āfuckā and āshitā like punctuation, but slurs are increasingly tabooāand thatās exactly how it should fucking be.
You can tell we were kids in the 80s in different placesā¦
OH MY GOD I FOUND THE POST AGAIN!!
When I first saw this post go around, I was traveling, but I had something I wanted to say and I could never find it again.
Okay, so, this post isnāt wrong, but what the original gifset doesnāt take into account (though some of the commentary touches on it) is how incredibly situational swearing was in the 1940s.
So, yes, men swore a lot ā around other guys, in certain contexts. But they were very heavily conditioned not to swear around women and kids.
I think this might be one of the big reasons why a lot of people my age and younger got the idea that people didnāt swear during the 1940s. Most of us fell into the ākidā or āfemaleā categories, or both, and guys our grandparentsā age would never, ever say āfuckā around us. And those words werenāt usually used in media of the era for similar reasons, so we got the idea that people that age were very prim and polite, when itās more that they were prim and polite around us.
I remember as a young woman walking in on groups of old blue-collar guys talking among themselves, with profanity flying freely, and then noticing me in the room and immediately clamming up and apologizing to me for swearing around me.
Thereās a bit in the Douglas Bader biography I was reading a month or so ago that demonstrates this in a WWII context. According to the book, the squadron pilots swore freely in their radio chatter to each other in the field, to the amusement of the WAAFs (female service personnel) who were listening to the radio in an ops room as they moved counters around on maps (much like we see Peggy doing in TFA) and the embarrassment of their commander:
After awhile, to the regret of the Beauty Chorus [the WAAFs], Woodhall disconnected the loud-speaker in the Ops Room, feeling that some of the battle comments were too ripe even for the most sophisticated WAAFs. (āThey laugh, you know,ā he said, ābut dammit I get so embarrassed.ā)
⦠so, right, even in the middle of a war, pilots saying āfuckā over the radio was something the female staff had to be insulated from.
Say what you will about the baby boomers, but they largely demolished that wall between āswearing around menā and āswearing around womenā. Most guys my dadās age donāt do it anymore, at least not to that much of an extreme. By the time you get to my generation (Iām 40), people might swear or they might not, and they usually donāt swear around young kids, but swearing around men but not around women is just not a thing anyone does anymore. At least I donāt know anyone who does it specifically and consistently whoās not elderly.
Itās not really an individual-sexism thing, more of a socialization thing ā sexist on a societal level, sure, but I donāt think Steve would balk at swearing around women, kids, or in a refined or professional social setting because heās a sexist or a prude. Itās just something you didnāt do as a polite person. Like blowing your nose on the tablecloth in a fancy restaurant. I think he could and probably would unlearn that, but itād take time.
So, to me, about half the examples up there work just fine (ānow why the fuck would I do thatā to Bucky ā absolutely! Or āIs everything a fucking joke to you?ā to Tony) and several jar horribly, because theyāre not the right context (like the āthereās only one God ma'amā bit ā noooo, you arenāt going to get āfuckā and āma'amā in the same sentence! not for a Steve fresh from the 1940s! ā or āwe have our fucking ordersā ⦠in a polite, professional context like that, no). Steve would never. Or, I should say, someone from Steveās culture ā who tries in general to be a polite and respectful person, as Steve does ā would never. Maybe after heās had a few years to acclimatize to the more relaxed social climate surrounding swearing in the 21st century, but I think itād take him awhile; he would sort of instinctively jerk himself back from doing it in all but the most relaxed sort of āpalling around with your teammatesā environment.
(Headcanon-wise, I could see Steve very quickly incorporating someone like Natasha into his mental schemata as āone of the guysā ā not consciously, but on a subconscious level: like, he doesnāt hold back from swearing around her pretty quickly ā but taking a LOT longer with someone like Wanda or Pepper.)
tl;dr disclaimer: not a historian, was not alive in the 1940s, so please correct me if Iām wrong on things here.
Iām so glad someone said this, because this is something I think a lot of the Steve meta about swearing misses. Situational profanity, exactly! He wouldnātĀ cuss in anything heād considerĀ āpolite companyā, because you didnāt doĀ that. Iām absolutely sure heās capable of having a very foul mouth in some circumstances (he was a soldier who grew up in working-class Brooklyn, so⦠yeah), but in the cultural context where he grew up, you sure as hell didnāt sayĀ āfuckā in front of a lady, not if you had any manners to speak of.
/speaking as someone who cusses like breathing, even.
This is the best explanation of Steveās ālanguageā line Iāve ever seen.
woke deadbeat father: i'm just going to get some oat milk
i keep seeing this cut off but the preceding āyessireeā is vital to it imo
i had to transcribe it
When I am king, we will valorize sanitation workers the way we currently valorize the military
So heroic posters showing trashmen battling allegorical monsters? I'm down.
Yeah but that's just the beginning. I also want Sanitation Worker Discounts at every business and blockbuster movie propaganda glorifying sanitation work. I want random people to salute garbage collectors and thank them for their service. I want drivers who get impatient with the recycling truck and honk at it and swerve around it to become social pariahs