I’ve been getting WAY too much attention on this blog, so I’m gonna shift to a sideblog for the time being. Mutuals can dm me for the url
Progress photos for the applique quilt im working on. Im almost positive I've chosen the second worst assembly strategy possible. Right now the whole thing is just incredibly pointy and takes up my entire floor. Technique is -3 out of 10, dont recommended if you enjoy having floor space and not worrying about getting pins in the bottom of your foot
Oh right I forgot I wasn’t blogging from this blog lol. Ah well! I’m just wild and crazy like that
Anonymous asked:
Please welcome to the stage… King James Virgin
WELL DONE STANDING OVATION
Excerpt from C. Phieu Than’s “Erroneous Essendim—Ruptures in Performance of Essendim’s Works” (Book of Musicdrama Studies, Volume 19, autumn 3035)
Extraordinarily, the name of the actor who originally portrayed Dzowana in The Companions has come down to us—Heln Satrish or Satrich. Dzowana’s long speech regarding the “women who take the midday meal” contains a reference to a composer of the prior century, Malyer, as the women listen to “a portion from Malyer’s [works]”. The phrasing of this in ancient English is nearly identical to the phrasing one would use to discuss certain kinds of bakingshop foods (as frequently occurs in the musicdrama The Waitingwoman), and there is no verb in the line to contradict this interpretation. As a result, Satrich apparently believed that “a portioning from Malyer’s” meant “a portion [of food] from Malyer’s [bakingshop]”. According to Satrich, when she mentioned this to Essendim himself, he replied “Heln, I am obliged to relieve myself now” and presumably walked away.
Tumblr awakens piss kinks. In this paper I'll explain
What’s with all these yellow stains on the paper
My friend said they went to a Zizek talk and eventually the moderator interrupted him saying “I think it’s time for questions” and Zizek was like “Ok. I will ask the first one. ‘Professor Zizek what would you say if you had more time?’ and then he proceeded to continue the talk as if nothing happened
(Quietly at first, then rising in volume and intensity and rising until it’s a shriek) ow ow ow ow ow ow OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW
My only goal on this life is to relentlessly torture my dearest friends with the most disgusting conjurings my mind can produce
It’s true I can attest to it
Snasahögarna and surrounding area. Jämtland, Sweden (September 5, 2021).
I think about this notion pretty frequently, this repeated call for queer stories about “normal” love, about success within the system, about happiness made through adaptation without resistance. Stories that normalize queerness and sanitize it of self-doubt or shame or difference. And it’s not even that I don’t think a story like that is a worthy pursuit but I simply don’t think it’s possible to write an authentic work of queer lit that excludes these questions. I can appreciate that it can be calming, in a world that is so combative, to spend a few moments in a fiction where your experience as a queer person is blended seamlessly into society but I’ve learned that the kind of inventiveness a queer life requires is much more exciting and it’s sometimes moral ambiguity and paradoxes with how we treat others who stand for us or in our way is just more useful. Like representations, good or bad, that demonstrate the solutions one can make when you are set apart in some way is like the entire point of a story?
What’s the most disappointing color in the artist’s palette?
Red medi-ochre!