... I honestly can't put it into the words in a way that would do it any justice but...

I feel like I am watching history unfold as I continue to consume Lil Nas X's music. You cannot tell me it's not that deep because it actually is.

LNX is out here being unapologetically gay and releasing hit after hit where his queerness is front and fucking center in an industry that already held him up as the golden child making “safe” music like Old Town Road. He forced his way into the spotlight and then used it to highlight social inequity amongst society aimed at black lgbtq folks specifically and does it all without missing in his music, which is clearly fucking important to him.

A young, black, queer artist has gone fucking supernova and he’s giving hope to those who need it the most. Ten years ago this wouldn’t have been possible.

Lil Nas X said “A sign of the times every time that I speak” and meant that shit. I can’t wait to see what he does next.

endless thanks to the brilliant talented @tamehill for this wonderful commission of my wizarding boys! characters are remus, james and sirius from my multi-chapter fic james potter’s delivery service for runaway blood traitors <3 

The usual 'dorks in love' shenanigans 💕

the lady and her knight

the marauders dynamic in terms of high school stereotypes is so funny its like. super popular rich jock + the only out gay person + kid who has the homework and notes from the class you missed + literally just some guy.

i can't believe a bunch of grown men named Josh showed up to some random park with the intention of fighting each other and then let some four year old named Josh win. there's so much hope for our society.

She's back baby

the muse said it’s my turn to tell the iliad

Pretty sure this is one of Meow Wolf’s art installations, if you dig this then I recommend looking up their original *edit* House of Eternal Return as well.

OHHHHHHHHHH

OOHHHHH THIS IS EVERYTHING

i live in vegas and my sibling went to omega mart! you can actually buy the products there. one of the things they got was GENDER FLUID which i now have a can of in my room! theres also lore. lots of lore.

That’s so cool! And also in response to ur tags: Yes I would love to see pics

take a fucking sip babes

the number of times i think about the full body viking skeleton i saw in the museum is ridiculous like when i say it haunts me i mean it actually haunts me

every time i remember the questions are endless — what was his name? what did his mother call him? what sounds did he wake up to? what sounds did he die to? how old was he when he died? how old when he fell in love? how old when he first fell out? who cried with him and laughed with him? who cried for him? how many miles of separation can i draw between my ancestors and him? was he kind, serious, jokey? was he sombre or impulsive? was he chatty and good-humoured or a cantankerous asshole? like…i have never stopped thinking about this.

the fact that at one point in time this was a living breathing person. with memories and petty hates and the dumbest jokes. and friends he loved. and the fact that he probably at some point burst out into drunken song or punched someone in an argument or GOT punched in an argument or tripped into the mud while his friends pissed themselves laughing or or or or…countless or‘s into infinity

and the fact that before all of that this massive skeleton was tiny toddler (was he scared of the dark? did he squabble with his siblings? did he have siblings?) who may or may not have hid behind his mother or probably got hoisted onto an adult’s shoulders and in his little mind thought this person was the strongest human in the world and that he could hold the whole sky up just by standing there like that and as long as he was up there he was king of the world or could be.

like…what am i supposed to do with this? what does ANYONE do with this? how are you supposed to cope with the enormity of this while at the same time realising just how tiny and fleeting our lives are? there is literally more than a THOUSAND years between us & ALL of it has been pinched down to a glass case not even 2 inches thick like…i’m losing my mind.

I got this feeling when I saw some petroglyphs on the side of a cliff like.. a human made those. That human felt all of the emotions I feel they went through the same universal human experience and they each had vivid internal lives and memories. Wild.

ok this is next level and i honestly…i honestly can’t

during my prehistory module we got given Roman pottery and roofing slabs that had thumb prints in the handles and I put my thumb over those thumb marks and cried in the middle of the tutorial 

I do pottery, and it’s one of my favorite things about the medium: that you can often see the shape of someone’s fingers in the surface. I love it when someone just shoves a finger somewhere while throwing, and leaves it there as a place for YOU to put your finger. Little thumbrests on top of mug handles is a fave. “How did you make those ridges like that on the outside? How did you make that spiral on the bottom?” “With my fingers.”

All of this. 

At Wells Cathedral in England the stairs down from the chapter house have had dips worn into their stone by centuries of human feet taking the most direct route up and down. 

Thinking about the immense distances between the stars makes me panic, but looking back into human history gives me peace. 

Reminds me of when we got to see this exposition on ancient egypt. 

I was like, “Wow a real life papyrus!”

but then my mom said, clearly moved, “Wow, that’s someone’s handwriting.”

A rambling comic I made in class instead of paying attention

Sokka and Katara are PEAK sibling representation for many reasons, but one of those reasons is the fact that you literally cannot separate them as “the reasonable one” and “the dramatic hot mess”. Like true siblings, they have to take turns with the braincell.

Sokka’s getting whacked out on cactus juice and poor life choices? time for Katara to put on the Mom Friend Hat. Katara is impulsively stealing from pirates or starting another revolution? guess Sokka’s gotta pull out the Dad Voice™. You never know which one of them is gonna do something completely wild next, but you can be sure the other one will be there on the sidelines, armed with exasperation and vicious mockery in spades.

sometimes ppl in this fandom headcanon remus as being from south wales and that’s great but it’s so fucking funny when people do that, and talk about him having a welsh accent and stuff, and make an effort to put in welsh phrases and bits of welsh culture.........and then turn around and make him polite and bookish and middle class and apolitical

like mf. he’s from SOUTH WALES in the SEVENTIES. take it from a welsh person in south wales NOW, most of us don’t have much of anything. we’re poorer and tireder and more working-class than the english, more likely to live in poverty, less likely to leave our country. the seventies were REALLY politically turbulent in wales, esp in the south and the valleys. chances are as a halfblood, half his family would’ve been miners or port workers or fishermen, and he wouldve grown up in an underfunded school that didn’t allow the kids to speak welsh, so he would’ve never learned it. and he would call his mother ‘mam’ and get all his grammar wrong and have an inferiority complex about o-level results and stuff, and feel stupid and embarrassed about his culture and try to hide his accent, and get in arguments with english muggleborns in the common room about workers’ rights

like, give me rough little miner’s son remus with a chip on his shoulder who’s never had two quid to rub together, leaving wales for the first time in his life on the train from bridgend station to paddington and getting lost in london on his way to king’s cross. gimme a mean little bugger who takes more than he can eat. give me a remus who doesn’t really know much about politics but he can regale you with stories of miner’s strikes and union conflicts for hours. give me remus hitting fifteen and realising he can actually sit down and learn to speak welsh once he’s done his OWLs and learning in the summer before sixth year. give me a remus who is learning to get in contact with his culture for the first time and it sort of sucks but he does it anyway yknow?

tldr ‘remus lupin is from south wales and speaks welsh and has a welsh accent in the 1970s’ and ‘remus lupin has no cultural baggage and doesn’t have a strained relationship with his nationality at all, and is middle class and complies to middle class decorum’ cannot coexist

this is a FANTASTIC addition

honestly i think the incongruity between remus and the other marauders in terms of class isn’t explored nearly enough. james was likely middle or upper-middle class, as well as being a pureblood; there are allusions in the text to peter being brought up in a pureblood household, and sirius is literally aristocracy. if you take this read on remus as a character i think it makes a lot of sense that he would’ve tried to mask his accent and correct his grammar from the moment he settled into hogwarts — with the marauders as his closest friends, he probably felt like he didn’t have a choice, since they were all probably (unintentionally) quite classist when he first met them.

but id imagine with time that this barrier started to break down, likely alongside some of the barriers in the others, too. they all probably got a lot closer once they knew about remus’ lyncanthopy, for one. sirius likely took a few years to completely abandon the shitty opinions drilled into him as a child, and to start rebelling in terms of his appearance and manner, and if james’ family were wealthy, it would’ve taken him longer to learn his way out of any implicit classist views, since he didn’t hate his parents to begin with. i think once the rest of the marauders, particularly leaders sirius and james, started to abandon their own wealthy affect and humanise the working class more, remus probably would’ve felt a little more comfortable to be authentic to himself yknow?

like, id imagine the marauders only came to visit remus when they were fifteen or sixteen, because he was too embarrassed until then to bring them home to his tiny two-bedroom terraced house in a shitty little valley half an hour from the motorway and get them to sleep on a camp bed on the floor of his room. and like, other small things, like when he and sirius were first flat hunting after hogwarts, sirius couldn’t stop overshooting their rent budget because he just couldn’t conceptualise of living in a place with a bad lingering tobacco smell and a mouldy ceiling and sandstorm-yellow grimy windows and a front terrace the size of a post-it stamp and two upstairs neighbours who you can hear yelling at each other through the paper-thin ceiling, and remus had to compartmentalise the forced little part of him that wanted to agree with everything sirius was saying and just say, ‘padfoot, you’re complaining about nothing. this is fine. this place is no worse than i grew up and we have to be careful with money right now’ and sirius was just like. oh. right. well i suppose it’ll be fine.

i think remus probably had to put a lot of effort into separating himself from his upbringing for the first years at hogwarts, because growing up where he did was markedly different to growing up anywhere else in britain and he didn’t want to stand out any more than he already did, so letting down that wall probably took lots of trust on his part, and probably took a while, too!

and it must have been a Lot for him to finally get sirius back after all that time (hunting for jobs is hard enough as a werewolf, he spent most of those twelve lonely years perfecting a south east accent and an upper class manner and it still didn’t help) and finally be able to speak freely again, and talk in his own voice again, and. yeah. ive got lots of feelings abt this

Florence Pugh as Amy March in Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig

Arthur Hacker  -  Vae Victis! The Sack of Morrocco by the Almohades, Woe to the Vanquished,  1890  (detail) 

British, 1858-1919 

Oil on canvas

Wow tamaki your commoner bestie looks gnc as fuck

Y’all, I ain’t never seen a whole Star Wars film, but Mark Hamill? Is an actual Fucking Saint™️.

a lot of things happened today

The Knight of the Flowers, 1894, by Georges Rochegrosse. Detail and photo by Paul Perrin. Edit.