"We're not calling the cops. Two hostages means they can kill one to make a point."
Leverage S02E12 The Zanzibar Marketplace Job.
we're not kids anymore.
untitled
No title available

@theartofmadeline

izzy's playlists!
cherry valley forever

Origami Around

pixel skylines
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Stranger Things
EXPECTATIONS
Today's Document

ellievsbear
Misplaced Lens Cap

gracie abrams
Sweet Seals For You, Always
icyghini twinkie

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Xuebing Du

bliss lane

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from France

seen from Brazil

seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from China
seen from Canada

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Dominican Republic
@siderealglimmer
"We're not calling the cops. Two hostages means they can kill one to make a point."
Leverage S02E12 The Zanzibar Marketplace Job.
PHM fanart
I adore this recent trend (if that's the right word) of letting an orchestra play classical music on a festival. It's magical to see thousands of festival-goers going absolutely wild on Beethoven. Mosh/circlepits, crowd surfing. It's wonderful to see the orchestra and the audience having the time of their lives.
They have to keep it on easy going Beethoven like Ode to Joy here to ensure a more docile response. They cant play In the Hall of the Mountain King cause they were already burning down venues when Grieg dropped that one back in 1875, today there would be a radioactive crater.
see we joke but like. go to around 1:09 here
it does indeed fucking slap
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
The absolute contempt for these locks is palpable.
✨ Fascinating ✨ ◦ Watercolor & ink on paper ◦ available
The Muppet Show (1976-1981)
I’m watching that documentary “Before Stonewall” about gay history pre-1969, and uncovered something which I think is interesting.
The documentary includes a brief clip of a 1954 televised newscast about the rise of homosexuality. The host of the program interviewed psychologists, a police officer, and one “known homosexual”. The “known homosexual” is 22 years old. He identifies himself as Curtis White, which is a pseudonym; his name is actually Dale Olson.
So I tracked down the newscast. According to what I can find, Dale Olson may have been the first gay man to appear openly on television and defend his sexual orientation. He explains that there’s nothing wrong with him mentally and he’s never been arrested. When asked whether he’d take a cure if it existed, he says no. When asked whether his family knows he’s gay, he says that they didn’t up until tonight, but he guesses they’re going to find out, and he’ll probably be fired from his job as well. So of course the host is like …why are you doing this interview then? and Dale Olson, cool as cucumber pie, says “I think that this way I can be a little useful to someone besides myself.”
1954. 22 years old. Balls of pure titanium.
Despite the pseudonym, Dale’s boss did indeed recognize him from the TV program, and he was promptly fired the next day. He wrote into ONE magazine six months later to reassure readers that he had gotten a new job at a higher salary.
Curious about what became of him, I looked into his life a little further. It turns out that he ultimately became a very successful publicity agent. He promoted the Rocky movies and Superman. Not only that, but get this: Dale represented Rock Hudson, and he was the person who convinced him to disclose that he had AIDS! He wrote the statement Rock read. And as we know, Rock Hudson’s disclosure had a very significant effect on the national conversation about AIDS in the U.S.
It appears that no one has made the connection between Dale Olson the publicity agent instrumental in the AIDS debate and Dale Olson the 22-year-old first openly gay man on TV. So I thought I’d make it. For Pride month, an unsung gay hero.
RATING: RELIABLE
you can listen to the clip of the 1954 interview here and find him on wikipedia here
Whosoever did this to the feminine hygiene receptacle in the grocery store bathroom, I am platonically in love with you and will champion your cause for nigh unto 1000 years
-> listening to a jaunty country style song -> hear the lyrics wrong -> pause. frown. go back a few seconds to relisten -> hears the same fucked up lyrics -> check the actual lyrics to see what it ACTUALLY says
-> oh!
To balance out the spinch
I only hate certain types of fic the same way I hate mosquitos and ticks. Like get these nasty little buggers away from me but also I respect their place in the ecosystem.
Me, spraying bug spray: blocked.
Listen and sometimes? To enjoy running through a beautiful field of grass and flowers (ao3) you have to tolerate the fact that bugs (fics you don’t like) are there and maybe you will even encounter one, but you can use bugspray (filtered tags) to reduce the likelihood of that. Because the alternative is not getting to experience the beautiful field of grass and flowers.
And some of my mutuals happen to be entomologists. Which is also cool.
There was a trend in the 40s and 50s (not sure if it predates that or if there are places that still do it) where you could get your child’s baby shoes cast in bronze or dipped in bronze and use them as keepsakes or have them mounted as bookends. Better than the resin slop of the modern day in my opinion. My great grandma had my grandpa’s baby shoes made into bookends ends because she loved him very much and he was her only child and it is honestly really cute. My mom got her dad’s baby shoe bookends when she moved out and they were in my living room my entire childhood, she had explained how they were grandpa’s shoes covered in bronze and I thought that was cool.
Then I went to an art museum and saw bronze busts of people and my tiny child brain thought the person’s dismembered head and shoulders were in there…
Haha! Not where I thought this was going 😃😭🙏
My Skin Is Lying
Idle Letters For One Pair of Eyes
my chest. feels like something has been ripped out
and my chest just closed over it... like it was never there. but i feel it missing
and i know my skin is lying.
Acrylic on canvas 30*40 cm „Summer Sketch No. 8“ #sketch
✨ Fascinating ✨ ◦ Watercolor & ink on paper ◦ available