Izzy's Ramblings
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Hey so! I just started writing because I actually have motivation and drive to do so for once in my life.
Current hyperfixarion: Interview With The Vampire
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Izzy's Ramblings
A masterlist (of sorts)
Hey so! I just started writing because I actually have motivation and drive to do so for once in my life.
Current hyperfixarion: Interview With The Vampire
they should invent a yourself you can forgive
Fascinating how what's considered feminine and what's considered masculine can change over time. The rebranding of being a horse girl into being a stereotypical feminine girly trait needs to be studied.
Look at classic children's novels. As recently as the 50s and early 60s, being obsessed with horses as a girl was depicted as strange and tomboyish, and the very concept of being obsessed with horses from early childhood and loving toy horses and desperately wanting your own horse being a "little girl thing" and not a "little boy thing" would send someone from the 1800s and earlier into a coma.
There's maybe a point to be made here somewhere about how when keeping and riding horses stopped being necessary to the functioning of society and became a more "frivolous" thing, it was rapidly rebranded as silly and girly and for women, but what do I know.
i wrote a paper in my masculinity studies class in college about this exact phenomenon, specifically about how high heeled shoes started as a practical way for Persian cavalry to keep their feet on their stirrups, then likely due to that association, became a popular fashion item and status symbol among the upper classes of Europe, before the Great Male Renunciation of the 18th-19th centuries, when men started shunning opulence in favor of utility, leaving them as a fashion item for women instead.
I've joked that the two genders are Aesthetic and Utility before but thats just kinda the case
"why are you so tired all of the time?" i literally have 1/4th as many good days as you do, barbara
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You’ve heard of “i didn’t say it was good, i said i liked it,” get ready for “i said it had some technical problems & didn’t fully deliver on its themes, not that i didn’t like it”
#I voiced a criticism of some of its aspects#which in no way implies I did not like it#“and especially does not imply that I would like to hear a defense of it of the form 'shut up and let people have fun'”
REALLY endorsing these tags from galileosballs
Maybe the most damming thing about Nolans odyssey is i haven’t seen a single gifset from it
Black ppl deserve to feel safe and welcomed on the internet, on fandoms on whatever community or hobbies they want without having to deal with antiblack racist attacks, microaggressions or enablers of antiblackness . And if u genuinely consider urself to be left leaning or an ally or woke you should do and try to unlearn the colorism, texturism , eurocentrism and antiblackness
Killer smile
i can’t put into words how much i love armand and assistant’s dynamic 😭 the way you write the yearning is just so impeccable. how do you think their dynamic has shifted post-sickfic? it seems like he’s internalised himself as her caretaker ❤️🩹 i would love to see a fic about the next few days and how their relationship shifts 🙏
WAGH THANK YOU. I am still so insecure and unsure about my writing so every comment I get truly TRULY means the world to me. Thank you for your kind words 🥹💖
Oh I LOVE this ask. Will definitely be adding this fic to the WIP list
I think that this is a pivotal point in their relationship. It’s the first time that assistant has shown real ‘weakness’ I think (for lack of a better term). It’s the first time she’s been laid completely bare, walls down and vulnerable. It’s a huge anxiety for her. To be absolutely without her hard protective coating, for her gooey center to be exposed in front of ARMAND???? Scary!!!!
Sure they’ve built up a rapport, but that rapport is based on quipping and sarcasm and wit and little jabs and a mutual respect for the other’s fire.
But how, her she is made oh so terribly human in front of an apex predator who has all the bullets loaded in a gun to shoot her with while she’s down. But he doesn’t. And Armand finds he doesn’t want to. It feels like cheating. It doesn’t feel fair. He’s finally met someone who gets it, as far as he knows. Like…yes they’ve only known eachother maybe a few weeks at this point, but in those few weeks he’s tested waters and realized that assistant can match his freak. She’s game for it all, as far as he can tell.
And now here she is, his spitfire, his opponent, his adversarial biographer, hunched over a toilet and retching. Armand is a vampire, and assistant is only human.
You ever read that article where they said elephants view humans the same way we view dogs?
Armand is the cat bringing assistant a dead mouse because she cannot hunt for herself. He doesn’t want to lose the spark that they have going on, he doesn’t want that part of their relationship to suffer. If assistant won’t take care of herself, then goddamnit someone’s gotta do it, and why shouldn’t it be him?
Armand likes taking care of people. It’s a control thing obviously, but I think he also just…likes being someone depended upon. A relationship built on mutual trust (something he’s never had). And Assitant trusting him enough to let him see this side of her? Like heroin, to him.
They are so fucked up and toxic but not toxic in the way you think.
I love them so much they are my Barbie’s that I’m smashing together and also the bugs that I’m looking at under a microscope. I’m so glad you like them too 💖
I think cis women should be allowed to get top surgery even if its not for a medical reason like breast reduction or cancer. I think they should be able to get it even if they're completely cisgender. Some women are just sick of dealing with them and would be much much happier never needing to wear a bra again
art takes so long and its so tiring but if i dont make art for the rest of my life ill die
I think about this cake every day
sorry for exposing your tags but this is hilarious
OP, I hope you don’t mind me making an addition:
When I turned 17, we ordered a cake at the grocery store for my party, as we’d done many times before. If you wanted something written on the cake you’d write it into a section of the order form. We requested, very simply, “Happy Birthday Courtney”. When we went to pick it up the day of the party, this is what we got.
The bakery employees had absolutely no explanation for this. The order form, attached to the box, very clearly did not contain any of those extra names. Whomever had done the writing was no longer in, so there was no one to ask how this had happened. The fact that the name ‘Juan’ is misspelled bewilders me to this day. (I’ve never seen ‘Miley’ without the E, either, but it’s believable that someone might spell it that way.) Did this cake slip in from an alternate universe where I’m one quarter of a set of Hispanic quadruplets? Dyslexic Hispanic quadruplets, maybe?
This cake became the focal point of my party. At least two of my friends regularly called me ‘Courtney Mily Jaun Pablo’ for years to come. My siblings and I still reference it sometimes, eleven years later. It is probably the funniest thing ever to occur at any birthday celebration of my life, and may well remain so for the rest of my days.
I love a botched cake.
one time me and some pals spotted one of those big cookie cakes in a store. it was done up with red icing and little X's for kisses and in the middle it said
No One Like You
now, it took us a while to realise it meant "(there is) no one like you". at first, we all parsed it as a botched "no one like(s) you"
for ages after when we'd wind each other up we'd declare "NO ONE LIKE YOU ☹️👎"
I just feel like it's important to post the Sacred Texts
The Cake Wrecks blog is one that I miss.
"the magnus archives sounds cool! what are the content warnings?"
kidnapping stalking insanity sleepwalking cannibalism and teeth, gaslighting gun violence pipe murder and silence and medical trauma and meat. bugs in your body and poisoned black coffee and self-mutilation and lies, police brutality breaks from reality suicide spiders and eyes. paaaaaranoia degloving the uncanny valley and running like prey to survive, agonies torture and drowning and falling and then being buried alive.
it’s 2026 so we can stop referring to bras solely by their cup size, right? everyone knows that cup sizes change depending on the band size right and thus are meaningless when mentioned on their own, right? that a 38B has a larger boob volume than a 32D, right? that “D cups” are actually pretty small in the grand scheme of things, right??? that the number on a bra size is your ribcage measurement in inches so if someone wears a size medium it’s impossible for them to have a band size over 36, right?????????? right???????????
please learn this
Actually, yes, at some point as an adult iIt is your responsibility to learn about history and politics outside of what you were taught in traditional k-12 education