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Achilles and Patroclus Posting this while Hudson is in my Milan. This took way too long to draw (especially Connor's hair) but pretty satisfied with how it came out. There's another version on patreon with the bg and wallpapers!
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A lot of people still don’t understand me when I say that reversing desertification is a good thing. They think I hate deserts
Let me put it this way. I really like the ocean. However I don’t think it’s a good thing for the ocean to flood inland destroying ecosystems and villages because some of the natural hills that kept it at bay have been mined away. Me building a dam to keep the ocean away to bring back some of the natural barrier that was lost isn’t me trying to destroy the ocean. It’s me keeping the ocean out of my goddamned ecosystem where it isn’t meant to be anyways.
People planting new trees and grasslands on the edge of the Sahara desert aren’t trying to get rid of the entire desert. They’re replacing the natural root systems that kept the soil from blowing away that have been eaten away by overgrazing. They’re replacing the natural barrier that keeps the desert in its goddamned place.
ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.
https://xkcd.com/150/
I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
I’m thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesn’t mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
GROWING UP DOESN’T
MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON
WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I have told this story before, and I will tell it again, because I am An Old now and repeating stories forever is our prerogative:
When I bought my house, the kitchen was multiple shades of dingy white. It was dismal, but it was now mine! So went to the hardware store for paint (well, several trips, painted swatches on panel, etc — I’m very picky. But this was the final, ‘real’ trip). It was a busy day in the paint section. There were at least five people behind me in line.
Now, remember, latex paint is slightly lighter and brighter when wet than it is when dry. And I’d decided to paint my kitchen candy-apple red. The hardware store employee took my gallon off the Paint Jiggler and cracked it open to put a dab on the top, revealing the most incredibly deep pink, and behind me I hear the entire line of people say,
“Oh my god.”
…in perfect chorus.
I did not realize up until that moment that shocking a crowd of strangers with my paint color choices was a life goal, but at that moment I felt an absolutely overwhelming sense of achievement.
This is the door to my garage. It used to be white. Live your best life.
Mischief the cat says “Who goes there?”
Every visiting friend says “This is so cool.”
If you’re looking for an excuse to do some decorating that will make your soul sing, this entire thread is your sign to do it and don’t look back!
This is the door to
my garage. It used to be
white. Live your best life.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I’m 35. I have been told my place looks like maybe a LP fan lives there.
Not sure what they mean.
When I first moved into my place, I painted the spare room, that eventually became my office, lime green, the kind of lime green that glows down the corridor when I open the door - The colour was only available as an “accent colour” in the section of paints intended for children’s playrooms, and in the shop I got a lot of “Oh your son will love this!” And from people I knew I got a lot of “Oh well, you’re 21 now, you’re basically a teenager, this is a terrible idea, you’ll hate it and need to pull out all the furniture to repaint it.” And I have to report that I am now in my forties and my office still looks like this, and it makes me smile every time I see it.
this is such a modern idea, too
not decorating trends; those have always existed. but the idea that color and decoration is inherently childish
this is the dining room at the Eustis Estate in Milton, Massachusetts, from 1878 (where I used to work, briefly). the walls are TEXTURED MICA SHIMMER on a green background. Adult Space For Adults!
A jewelry shop in Paris c. 1901. kids can’t buy jewelry!
who can forget the classic 1950s colorful bathroom? I’m not a huge fan, but still! adult space! bright colors; decorative designs!
meanwhile “you’re immature if you like Art Nouveau” is a hot take I’ve really, seriously seen on this webbed site (only once, thank the gods). I don’t know who started this, but I’m going to kill them
I think a lot of it stems from the ubiquitous Waterhouse prints that were sold on college campuses for 20 years. like why would I get a free pass if it were Monet instead Western culture is stupid. The entire point of being an adult is breakfast for dinner and cake for breakfast and dying with the most toys.
instantly decided to reblog when i got to GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
The examples of decorated homes above are both either modern or upper class, which makes it easy to dismiss because “sure the rich people have beautiful homes” and “sure, modern middle-class people have lots of color in their homes.”
So here’s two examples of traditional Norwegian farmhouse interiors. You know. The kinds of places peasants live in.
This type of painting is called “rosemaling” and today you usually find it on, like, carved wooden bowls and such that are only used for decoration. But back two centuries ago, it was very common to find the interiors of homes covered in it, in projects that were painted little by little over the decades. Because it’s beautiful to look at, paint is the cheapest way of decorating your house, and what else are you going to do on the long winter nights when it’s too dark and cold to work outdoors?
But mostly, they did it because it made them happy, and it was beautiful.
Those old peasants were on to something, I think.
My dream kitchen is butcher block counter tops, powder blue cabinets, yellow walls and terracotta hexagon tile floors. something bright, airy, cozy and looks like a place people live and cook meals in, not a piece in hardware store show floor.
The first thing I did when I bought my tiny crappy house to escape from my shitty ex-husband was ask my kids what colors they want their rooms painted, because their father refused to let us even hang things on the walls in fear of ruining the resale value of the house we finally bought together(which he conveniently kept in his name only, he’s a monster).
My twelve year old wanted a black room. I also wanted a black room as a kid and was told no because ‘it’s too hard to paint over’ and ‘it’ll make the room look too small’. Fuck that. We bought Sherwin-Williams paint in stricken Blacl and did the entire room, ceiling included, put in a four-poster gold bed and hung gothic mirrors on the walls. My ten-year old wanted the most vivid cyan I’ve ever seen and now going into their room feels like walking into the sky itself, it’s amazing. And I finally got the deep green living room of my dreams. Homes are meant to be lived in, not preserved in plastic wrap. Don’t haunt your home like a ghost, make it somewhere you want to be.
“homes are meant to be lived in, not preserved in plastic wrap”
Because of things like this I'll go straight to hell
it's so funny to me how scott and kip are drinking smoothies and buying novelty socks and moving at the speed of lesbians, meanwhile shane and ilya are stuck in individual saw traps but the saw traps are their minds and they forgot the instructions
Boring facts (in my head) about parent David Hollander:
New people at work when introduced to him go "oh, like Shane Hollander" and he BEAMS at that and says "Yep!"
Has a picture of Shane on his desk and the same new people think its a joke until an old timer who probably met Shane at a bring your kid to work day clued them in
Would not let Yuna touch the college fund they set up for Shane until he was out of his rookie contract. What if Shane changed his mind about hockey? What if he got injured and needed a good education? Only conceeded when his son was a multi-millionaire
Only time he has ever gone to HR was when someone stole the baby Shane picture off his desk after he got famous. That's his baby!!! Give it back!!! There were so many memos and all staff emails that it did get returned one night, but a picture of it circulated online so now David only has PR photos at work
His lawyer is an old college friend who he catches up with at least once a year and who reviews the Hollander's will and life insurance policy each year with specific instructions to look after Shane. This annual tradition continues to this day. The lawyer buddy is going to be there for that grown celebrity professional sportsman no matter what
Was so excited when Shane started The Cottage project, and helped him with everything, including liaising with the builders etc. Was delighted to have the first a joint project with his son since school (he helped with art/science/show and tell)
Is really bad with technology but the nice young people at the office help (is not fully cognizant of the fact half the office is in love with him but does correctly suspect the other half want to marry his son)
Always knew he wanted to be a dad, and was devastated when it seemed like that wasn't going to happen, but didn't want to put that on Yuna who was already struggling with it
Sent congratulation cards and presents to all his buddies when they had kids anf was genuinely happy for then but it also killed him a bit. Unfortunately the conversation around men struggling because they wanted kids was not happening in the 80s/early 90s so he kept quiet (and passed that trait on to Shane)
Thought Shane was perfect from the moment he was born, and still thinks that. Can't concieve of why Shane thought he could let them down, he's literally always been Yuna and David's perfect baby
Gets out the good vodka again when he tells Ilya this one day and Ilya starts crying
Shane who, before him and Ilya get outed, keeps hearing people, fellow players, his own friends, talk shit about the man he loves and it pains him, so one night he googles "Ilya Rozanov nice person" and ends up in a subreddit where people share stories of celebrities that are surprisingly nice people and the page dedicated if Ilya is full of wholesome stories
hospital personnel from where he used or still visited the paediatric department with the team, parents of patients, even former patients themselves seeing how great, attentive, funny and light-hearted he was
puck bunnies or women he had one night stands with during the years playing for Boston saying he was a phenomenal lover and a consent king, or women that approached him whilst inebriated and whom he gently turned down, bought a bottle of water for and paid for their cabs to get back home safely
neighbours saying he was very polite, people he was nice or helpful to through the years, a mom with a screaming child whose first class seat on a flight to Moscow he gave up so she could have more room for her herself and the baby, a classmate he defended in school, a former teacher saying how smart and talented he was in spite of not having much time to study because he was training a lot, Russian-speakers saying his interviews in his mother tongue are a thing of beauty and incredibly well-spoken, waiters and shop assistants stressing how polite his interactions were
Shane devours these stories with tears in his eyes and a heart about to explode, the tab perpetually open in his phone, incognito mode.
And when someone talks shit about Ilya or when, after their outing, hate starts to be thrown at him even more viciously from the media, he goes back to the tab, just to see that there actually many that agree with him: Ilya, the love of his life, is the most wonderful person
The Metros absolutely crush Buffalo, and Shane's phone get's broken in the post-game locker room celebration chaos.
He is Freaking Out bc he doesn't actually know what Ilya's phone number is. His SIM card got crushed underneath a pair skates, so there's no recovering "Lily's" contact card.
On top of that, his old Ottowa number won't transfer to his Montreal provider. So "Lily's" texts will now be delivered into the ether. Or to some random person's phone if his old Ottowa number gets given out again.
Ilya of course has literally no idea this has happened and is sending his usual flirtatious messages to...silence. No response. He's not even getting left on read. Because the messages aren't even getting read. He goes through the five stages of grief. Fuck Shane Hollander, he doesn't need this shit. They're supposed to play against each other Tomorrow for fucks sake. His resolve lasts for about....two hours? And then he's on social media. What's this fucking asshole up to that he can't even read Ilya's texts?
He pulls up the first interview, the one right after Buffalo. Shane looks....really stressed out. Which is confusing given that they've just won.
"Yes of course I am super happy to win. Unfortunately the locker room celebration did get a little out of hand though."
He holds up his mangled phone.
"So if you're trying to contact me, sorry about that!"
He's blushing and smiling and seems so flustered and embarrassed. He's looking at a camera, millions of people can hear him, but he's speaking directly to Ilya. Ilya's face breaks out into his "you have a stylist?" smile. He feels....a little embarrassed about his crashout, but also super fucking relieved. Ilya swipes through a couple more videos and watches the most recent interview.
"We are absolutely looking forward to facing off against the Raiders. Also I brought this up last time but, turns out I can't keep my old phone number. So if you're texting me and I'm not responding, it's because I can't!"
He laughs, but it seemd a bit forced. Like he might tear up if he gets pushed the wrong way. Ilya goes back and watches through all the interviews since the Buffalo game. Shane has found a way to bring up his broken phone in every single interview for the past two weeks. It's so sweet...and also a little heartbreaking. He knew exactly what was gonna happen, and was terrified of Ilya thinking that he didn't want to talk to him. He didn't want Ilya to feel alone and confused and upset. He's so fucking ernest and endearing.
Ilya cannot Wait to give him shit about it on the ice tomorrow.
Words never used to describe Black women:
Dainty
Delicate
Elegant
Poised
Fragile
Genteel
Graceful
Lets add those to our vocabulary on a regular basis, shall we?
You REALLY want to be called dainty, delicate, and fragile? Genteel?
Not by me. No sir. Super hard space metal wrapped in a velvet glove lined with fur maybe. But delicate, dainty, and fragile?
Absolute not.
Genteel? Maybe…my grandmother is the most churchy person I know and even SHE’S not genteel.
Yes, yes I do. Because I AM all of those words. But because of anti-Black racism and sexism, Black women are denied the very basis of femininity. We aren’t allowed to hurt. We’re supposed to be able to ‘do it all by ourselves” and never show weakness and parade around acting like we’re made of teflon coated adamantium.
No thank you.
I am genteel, fragile, delicate and dainty.
Aw… Black women want to be infantilized like white women are? But really, you’re ahead of the curb. That’s what REAL equality feels like. That’s how most/all men feel all the time. But at least your worth isn’t measured by both men and women by how confident and invulnerable you can be. (Or… ONLY vulnerable in a romantic context after you’re already in a relationship founded on how invulnerable you are…) How about extending that genteel, fragile, delicate/dainty stuff to US. (Specially black men, their hardness expected of them is off the charts.)
At the bolded, that’s not my intention. Your last sentences are what I really want in terms of giving Black people humanity. We are always supposed to be “hard,” both Black men and women. We’re supposed to be able to take any and everything and shuck and jive it off like good little Mammies/Uncle Toms.
As I said in another post, we take care of things that are deemed “delicate.” The care is what I focus on, not the sexist infantilization of my womanhood.
Fair. How would you draw the line/distinction?
There is a level of condescension that comes with infantilization. One can treat me as a delicate individual without acting as if I can’t do anything for myself.
Just as one can treat a man as a delicate individual without insinuating that his “manhood” is in jeopardy.
But I don’t imagine we should idealize/foster female delicacy, or delicacy as a female trait, right? And I don’t think initialization necessarily means condescending. I don’t think I normally use a condescending tone with small children or young adults. I think of them all as my equals. Even babies. Just people like you and me… who just happen to not know how to do anything beside cry and writhe.
My issue is the fact that Black women are denied femininity PERIOD, and thus my post may come off as gender essentialist in some ways.
Because delicacy is denied to me as a black woman, it should be fostered in a healthy manner that does not hinder my functioning as a decent human being.
girl, these niggas. i aint even going there with eyan-j’s tom ass. *smh* they cant even interpret the base post because they just don’t fucking get it. cause i never saw you wanted to be infantilized and i certainly do not think the way Black women are treated makes us above or close to equal to anyone at all, shape or form. and then to turn it into a boohoo what about the brothers (extend that to us, fuck you) type shit? misss the fuck outta me.
that lil danyphantom negro and eyanj w their antiblack misogyny, all butthurt and writhing in anger at black women wanted to be considered as delicate as anyone else?
theyre repeat offenders.
that lil danyphantom shithead used to comment on my shit all the time, ALWAYS on some condescending PRO-WHITE, PRO-MALE bullshit, told him to stop bothering me or he’d get blocked, and he continued doing so several times after being told off til i did block his ass.
and eyanj stays on some antiblack misogynist “boohoo males are the true victims” bullshit, talmbout “why do these women have to talk at all” every damn day.
its just like real life where the only way you hear from negroes is when theyre gonna come shit on you.
you can scream and holler in pain coz everyones killing you
and they will sit there and file their nails til its time to join in on ravaging you.
fuck them to fucking hell
Hey, assholes earlier in this thread?
Look at this list of words. Really LOOK at it:
Dainty
Delicate
Elegant
Poised
Fragile
Genteel
Graceful
Aside from arguably the word ‘fragile’ there’s not a goddamned word on that list that indicates a lack of strength or personal conviction. There’s nothing infantilizing there - unless you’ve already bought into the belief that femininity is inherently infantile.
And Fragile? Know what fragile in this sense indicates? WORTH OF CARE AND PROTECTION. If you think that something that’s fragile can’t also be strong, or that even if it isn’t also strong that it’s not worthy of respect, you are a horrible human being.
What the OP wants is access to the same variety of available identities and social attitudes that white women have access too.
To be motherfucking dainty
And delicate
And Elegant
And Poised
And yes, Fragile
And Genteel
And Graceful
Because blackness should not be a fucking special and marked category of femininity.
WHY IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD TO UNDERSTAND?
I haven’t seen this post in a while!
i know that ilya's ass is SO dramatic about getting his goodbye kisses after he and shane are together
shane forgets because he's running late for a meeting one day and has to rush out of the door, and he then arrives at the studio for the photoshoot he has booked to see a text from ilya with three different headstone styles with "one of these, i think"
and is just "for?? what??"
"when i am dead from broken heart because my husband does not love me anymore and does not kiss me before i will not see him for twenty years"
"ilya, i will be home in like four hours"
*pictures of two different casket models* "i am thinking the darker wood one, but perhaps that is too nice for your taste now that you do not love me anymore. perhaps you will bury me in cardboard shoe box like sad, dead hamster."
these four deserve to be cherished i swear
“Oh yeah, when you go unconscious that is real helpful!”
genuinely i do think it's crazy how this show hit every single mark for no reason other than pure love of the game. like this wasn't a money grab and it didn't think it would be a big success, jacob just read a book he enjoyed and thought huh i think that would be a cool thing to make into a tv show. and then he brought on hudson and connor and they're fresh and passionate and not bogged down by the industry yet and they instantly became best friends and wanted to just have fun bringing these characters to life. and they didn't have a huge budget but they did the most with what they had and everybody took the show seriously and everybody took the book seriously. the cinematographer worked his magic. the music supervisor managed to snag a well-known queer hit and an up and coming new release and old school gems that have been around since the 2000s. it's canadian to the core, built from the ground up. it takes russians and the russian language seriously. it uses sex in such a specific, meaningful way that almost no other show has done thus far, and especially not in a queer context like this. they interlaced every episode with callbacks and parallelism and self-references. they didn't take themselves too seriously. they took everything so seriously. there is love and care baked into the core of this show and it's deeply queer and it doesn't shy away from the horrors of toxic masculinity and hockey culture but it is also, always, a story of joy and love and happiness. and on top of everything, it's almost word for word, the original source material from the book.
like damn it's no wonder this thing has made us all insufferable and become a huge fucking success! so few productions in hollywood are doing it like this!!!
Trans day of every tabloid shuts the fuck up about us forever. Trans day of let us have our healthcare and leave us the fuck alone. Trans day of tearing down the panopticon. Trans day of let us control the narrative instead of deferring to some cis sexologist's hallucination.