the inherent homoeroticism of sparring with your rival
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the inherent homoeroticism of sparring with your rival
I'm reading a short story set in ancient Rome and one of the characters just said "Discord gnaw your entrails." That was an interesting mental image until my brain caught up and reminded me that no, those Romans did not have access to modern social media.
To turn off this feature in Discord, go to the Settings Menu, then select Advanced Setttings, then My Entrails, where you can adjust the Gnaw setting to your personal preference.
im watching a little doc on youtube about an 11th century castle, and theres a bit where they are talking to a group of older women who are working on a large hand embroidered tapestry commemorating its nearly 1000 years of history & into the modern era.. and off on the border they show a bit where the women have stitched themselves working on it into the piece itself, and it made me kinda emotional
how amazing to have a visual depiction of the women who spent literal years painstakingly stitching such a wonderful piece of art that historically would have gone uncredited
I kept forgetting my nighttime antidepressant so I set an alarm where the sound was a recording of me saying "HEY. TAKE YOUR FUCKING PILL" because I thought it would be funny. It was funny about three times, and then it started making me mad and I'd dismiss it right away to make it stop. So I handed my phone to my partner, who made another recording sweetly saying "Okay Shira, it's time to take your medication" and now I don't get mad anymore and I take my pill. The "compassion over punishment" camp has gotta get something wrong one of these days
It's not too late to suppress all of your wants and desires and to die unfulfilled and afraid without anyone ever having really known you.
every time you make art of any kind, a stat that is not visible to the player goes up. also, this is the most important stat in the game
Meet Mini-Nedward. Standing 1.5 apples tall, he's fully poseable and comes with his own emergency-lemon and a leather coat with patches of all his favourite bands.
I'm rubbish at sewing, so his clothes are a bit tattered. But I made him as a gift and his now owner is a master of wool and yarn, so perhaps he'll receive a tiny knitted vest or jumper in the future.
Happy @lieutenantfest everyone!
I wonder if all the "dead poets society" "sad poetry" ppl reblogging this know it's from a d20 campaign.
do they know about ylfa? do they know what she became? do they know that the wolf did not eat her, but that she ate the wolf? do they know that she walked her grandmother's past to a wooden door? do they know she gave up her name so that people might someday be able to write their own stories?
some fics really make me feel this deep in my heart man fanfics are so amazing. I love fanfics
has anyone seen my pet bacteriophage its name is styrofoam and its about [hand touching the floor] this tall
Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story...
Those who know me know that I've always been obsessed with dressing Enjolras in Burr's(Hamilton) clothes.
it's so fascinating how we joke about barricade day like it’s a time loop. are any other fandom holidays treated as such? are other holidays in general celebrated this way? every year by our own fanaticism it resets and we go down the same path and make the same jokes. "surely this year the people will rise." but that's the point isn't it ? we keep on going, just as the stage show is performed again and again. revolution does not end. injustice persists, the fight for change persists, and therefore so does our need for this story. "So long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Misérables cannot fail to be of use" and such...
Already know I wanna send this to people on June 1
Audio:
Erika, referencing ebenezer scrooge: You, boy! What day is it?!
Brennan, as a young boy: It's Pride, bitch!
question ... who is the character in your profile picture, is is a sona or a character or a furry rendition of a character
it's a furry rendition of évariste galois dbskfbksbdn my gf wanted to practice furry art and asked me for any inspo, and i loved it so much i made it my pfp. its a mongoose if i remember correctly! just an animal that i thought had the vibes of my guy
since i am a trans woman who plays sports i will never find your joke about trans women in sports funny. sorry.
been said before but. allies also often throw in a “well actually when transwomen are included in sports with regular women they come nowhere near being the best so it’s fine to let them compete together.” bc like, well, i would like to think i could one day become the best. am i only allowed to play in sports because I’m not actually trying? it shows that there is actually a threshold in ability that, when reached, will cause certain groups of people who seem to support trans women in sports to reevaluate and find out they have been bioessentialists the whole time
This is a spreadsheet from Old Kingdom Egypt, written about 4500 years ago. It was part of the diary and logbook of Merer, an inspector responsible for the transportation of materials to Giza for the construction of Khufu's pyramid. There's something beautiful about the organization here, how his rows and columns would fit in just as well in Excel as any modern spreadsheet of delivery records. Across the yawning gulf of ages, we're united by this mundane and incredibly human task. I love reading things like this. They remind me of the fundamental similarity of humans across time. They were no less intelligent or skilled than we, and oftentimes had to be moreso, to account for the many technological aids they lacked.
I often hear people talk about how showing a smartphone to a medieval peasant would shock him, but I want to show Merer Excel. I think pivot tables would make him cry tears of joy.