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A Star-Forged Ruby

@rubynye / rubynye.tumblr.com

Things found here and there. And probably some stuff I made too. Love, Rubynye.  
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I’ve gone to the women’s restroom a lot in my life, and not once have I ever seen genitalia besides my own while there. No penis, no vulva, nothing.

I’ve literally seen a bathroom full of baby lizards, one time a whole fucking fish on the floor, and someone come out of the stall with a plate, knife, and fork like they just ate a meal before I’ve seen genitals. Why would I ever be worried about seeing some woman with her cock out

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Truly, this!

…Not even in that all-glass ladies’ room in the pasta restaurant in Chur. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

taxi from spili to minoan monastiraki: 31.50€

entrance ticket: 3€

getting to take pictures of the site that even minoancrete.com doesn’t have, meeting the rethymno ephorate of antiquities while she and her people are going around the site discussing how to make it better accessible for people: priceless

i’m probably going to be remembered by that taxi driver as an insane person because with the way the buses are set up there was no way for me to get there without having to stay overnight and there was nowhere coming up to stay, so i’m in agia galini, got the bus to spili, and then got the only taxi in that village to drive me to monastiraki, which confused everyone at first because the monastiraki that most people know about is in athens. it’s a major tourist attraction! but crete monastiraki is just beyond amari, and it took a moment for this to get figured out.

then i followed the signs. and got lost. then i flagged down a car to ask for directions and the driver was going to the site, because he was helping the ephorate of antiquities and her assistant (??) with deciding how to lay down pathways and make the site more accessible because, let me tell you, there are about three actual pathways laid out and everything else is tramping through long grass.

one of the paths just. stops. and these? the left part is the central court, covered in grass and flowers and everything.

the modern history of the site itself is very interesting considering that john pendlebury (one of my personal heroes, move aside indiana jones) was the first one to start excavating. the nazis took over looking at the site during their occupation of crete, working off of pendlebury’s notes since they executed him when he refused to answer any of their questions (he was the leader of the british part of the cretan resistance. the nazis called him ‘lawrence of crete’ after lawrence of arabia).

this site was also excavated by athanasia kanta (also one of my heroes! she who is in charge of the knossos-anetaki dig, my beloved), and there’s a nice portion of it beneath some coverings that i needed to rest under after being very careful not to turn any of my ankles.

i have a problem and it is my addiction to the 'panorama’ function on my camera. also how my tumblr is now in portuguese.

Throwback to when I took painkillers and woke up with Photoshop open on my computer to this image I had made

Hi this currently has 37 thousand notes and I just want to ask - why?

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When I’m out with Deaf friends, I put my hearing aid in my purse. It removes any ability to hear, but far more importantly, it removes the ambiguity that often haunts me.

In a restaurant, we point to the menu and gesture with the wait staff. The servers taking the order respond with gestures too. They pantomime “drinks?” and tell us they learned a bit of signs in kindergarten. Looking a little embarrassed, they sign “Rain, rain, go away, come again another day” in the middle of asking our salad dressing choice. We smile and gently redirect them to the menu. My friends are pros at this routine and ordering is easy ― delightful even. The contrast with how it feels to be out with my hearing husband is stunning.

Once my friends and I have ordered, we sign up a storm, talking about everything and shy about nothing. What would be the point? People are staring anyway. Our language is lavish, our faces alive. My friends discuss the food, but for me, the food is unimportant. I’m feasting on the smorgasbord of communication ― the luxury of chatting in a language that I not only understand 100% but that is a pleasure in and of itself. Taking nothing for granted, I bask in it all, and everything goes swimmingly.

Until I accidentally say the word “soup” out loud.

Pointing at the menu, I let the word slip out to the server. And our delightful meal goes straight downhill. Suddenly, the wait staff’s mouths start flapping; the beautiful, reaching, visual parts of their brains go dead, as if switched off.

“Whadda payu dictorom danu?” the server’s mouth seems to say. “Buddica taluca mariney?”

“No, I’m Deaf,” I say. A friend taps the server and, pointing to her coffee, pantomimes milking a cow. But the damage is done. The server has moved to stand next to me and, with laser-focus, looks only at me. Her pen at the ready, her mouth moves like a fish. With stunning speed, the beauty of the previous interactions ― the pantomiming, the pointing, the cooperative taking of our order ― has disappeared. “Duwanaa disser wida coffee anmik? Or widabeeaw fayuh-mow?”

Austin “Awti” Andrews (who’s a child of Deaf adults, often written as CODA) describes a similar situation.

“Everything was going so well,” he says. “The waiter was gesturing, it was terrific. And then I just said one word, and pow!! It’s like a bullet of stupidity shot straight into the waiter’s head,” he explains by signing a bullet in slow motion, zipping through the air and hitting the waiter’s forehead. Powwwww.

Hearing people might be shocked by this, but Deaf people laugh uproariously, cathartically.

“Damn! All I did was say one word!” I say to my friends. “But why do you do that?” they ask, looking at me with consternation and pity. “Why don’t you just turn your voice off, for once and for all?” they say.

Hearing people would probably think I’m the lucky one ― the success story ― because I can talk. But I agree with my friends.

I can’t really post it as a poll bc it’s more of an Essay Question, but I’m curious:

What was the first queer fictional character you can remember seeing or reading about? If you can’t remember the first, then just think back as far as you can. For me I think it was Captain Jack Harkness.

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Anyone remember poor beautiful Vanyel Ashkevron? He wasn't the first I can remember (but I don't want to talk about dragonriders' mating rituals) but he was very iconic, very valiant, and very sad.

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my instagram explore page loves showing me those like erotic dark romance novel tiktoks and i really have to wonder: why do all these straight women desperately want to fuck a mafia boss

Okay, let's try and break this down.

Sexual fantasies are, by their very nature, transgressive. Yes, even the fluffy, romantic ones. As long as general culture remains negative about sex and sexuality in any form that isn't cishet procreative sex within the confines of matrimony with the woman not as an equal actor but an object sex is performed onto, this is going to remain true.

And the thing about fantasies is that our brains like to take the things we crave the most and mix them up with our fears, anxieties, pain, and trauma into a melange of, sometimes, truly epic levels of fuckery.

But here's the secret - things we fantasize about, from the most wholesome to the bizarre to seriously fucked up? They are very, very often NOT what we literally want.

Being into dubcon or noncon doesn't mean you actually want to be raped or rape. Being into monsters doesn't make you a zoophile. And fantasizing about violent, obsessive men doesn't mean you wouldn't run as far the fuck away from a man like that the second one of them set their sights on you.

If you're really interested in the subject, I recommend reading My Secret Garden by Nancy Friday, a compilation of anonymously submitted women's sexual fantasies. And, as it turns out, women fantasize about a lot of really violent, uncomfortable, and just plain screwed up stuff.

And, for most of them, even when they don't actively realize it, it's about reclamation. Of fear, of trauma, of loss of power. It's about THEMSELVES and how THEY feel. As weird as it's gonna sound, the men featured in those fantasies don't really matter, they're just a vessel, a manifestation of the extreme version of what you're dealing with and/or crave. A safe, cathartic way to experience something profoundly unsafe, unwise, and terrifying.

For women fantasizing about criminals, villains, monsters, and anti-heroes, it's very often about the idea that someone like that - intense, violent, with single-minded focus, and immense power - would love her, want her, always put her first, go against all his instincts/training for you without a second thought and be a clear and present danger to everyone but warmth and safety for her and only her, and burn the world itself down for hurting her in even the slightest of ways. It's a sexual version of the fantasy of having a pet tiger, one that would never, ever attack you or hurt you in any way.

And just like the people who want to boop the forbidden snoot, the women fantasizing about their fantasy Mafia Boss Lover are very well aware of the fact that 1) men like that don't actually exist, 2) the criminal world of their fantasy has all but nothing to do with reality, and 3) that the thing they're actually fantasizing about is being loved, wanted, and safe... just in a REALLY intense, exaggerated way. And, let's not mince words, there's also often a more or less strong D/s dynamics at play in the scenario, too.

Now, you can choose to be judgy bitches about it (goodness knows plenty of you in the replies, comments, and tags are), in which case I would suggest you examine why you're feeling such a profound need to shame women for enjoying themselves in their own little world, or you can apply the YKINMKATO mantra and understand that straight women, living in the constant state of preyhood, sometimes consciously or subconsciously reclaim power over that situation through transgressive sexual fantasies.

Also, fuck this idea that queer people only fantasize about healthy and wholesome relationships, romantic, sexual, or otherwise, as if at least half of Tumblr isn't simping for, oh, for example, Hannibal fucking Lecter. Do you have ANY idea how many Mafia and Thug BL content there is out there?! FFS, Tom of Finland, a WWII veteran who fought against Nazis, drew art of exaggeratedly masculine men in Nazi uniforms in pornographic situations as a way to dissociate himself from those traumas and fascists themselves as far back as the 1950s!

So yeah. Less judgement, and more taking some responsibility for curating your online experience if seeing someone's kink truly offends you this much.

"Booping the forbidden snoot" is a good way of putting it

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I'm going to try to explain this without sounding completely deranged but like, okay: IMO, there are two kinds of fantasies. let's call them horses and unicorns.

a horse fantasy is something that is theoretically possible. I do not currently own a horse, and the reality of owning a horse would involve boring stuff like paying for its food and mucking out its stall, but it is something I could do in real life. like, horses exist and can be owned by humans. lots of fantasies can fall into this category: traveling to a foreign country, living in a cute house with just you and a cat, winning a marathon, basically anything that is technically achievable even if it would be difficult to do so in real life.

a unicorn fantasy is something that is definitely (or almost definitely) impossible. I do not currently own a unicorn, and there is no version of reality where I could own a unicorn, because unicorns are not real. the actual logistical issues that might arise from owning a unicorn, like paying for its food or mucking out its stall, are completely immaterial because it's not something that could ever actually happen. and like, it's in my brain! I control it! I can imagine a unicorn that only eats marshmallows and shits potpourri if I want to!

I think the disconnect comes in when people assume that a unicorn fantasy is actually a horse fantasy. to use the tiger example from upthread: you can own a tiger. you can't have a completely domesticated tiger that would never hurt you, not even by accident. so saying "I want a pet tiger" is a unicorn fantasy, because everything necessary for that fantasy to work (it being completely domesticated and incapable of harming you) are not things you can have in real life.

now, serial killers/war criminals/normal criminals/etc. are all things that exist. and there are definitely people in relationships with them in real life! so it's tempting to assume that something like "I want to fuck a serial killer" is a horse fantasy: something you would want to do, and could do, if given the opportunity.

but for the vast majority of people, that's not the fantasy. the rest of the fantasy ("he's a serial killer, BUT he only kills bad people and he's nice to me and is both able and willing to protect me from literally anything and has sex exactly the way I want to because he magically knows what I want because, again, this is happening in my brain") is what makes it a unicorn.

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Hey btw I saw a video a while back where someone was filming a guy through his window in his own house to make fun of him so I decided to report it to Twitter, writing to them about how it’s illegal to record people in their own houses without consent (in America) and they actually took down the post despite it having more than 100k likes so basically point is: if you see someone being an asshole and posting people without their consent, report that shit for exposing private information, write a note about how it violates laws (in the u.s. it is illegal to record people where they have the expectation of privacy, (their own home, a bathroom, a changing room) laws on filming in public vary from state to state so look up your local laws) and if the content posted features you, threaten to sue them even if you know you don’t have the means to sue. scare social media sites into not allowing people to record others without their consent

Can self-proclaimed progressive people stop using fat bodies as "necessary" collateral damage in the fight for equality?

I fucking see that shit when you call for defunding or abolishing police while portraying your idea of a disgusting police officer as a fat man stuffing his face with donuts while you call that man a pig.

I see that shit when you make political cartoons about corrupt CEOs and greedy politicians and purposefully choose to draw those characters fat.

I see it when you portray your stereotypical republican as a bigoted fat person

I see it when you make the bigoted villains in your movies fat while simultaneously not having a single other fat character in the film.

You claim to want equality? Then fucking act like it. Fat bodies should not be sacrificed so you can have a laugh or connect morality to our appearance for an easy metaphor. You care about literally everyone else who is marginalized. You would never even DREAM of vilifying the bodies of other oppressed groups. To be honest, your hypocrisy is worse than the massive hypocrisy from republicans.

This fatphobe commented this on an 8 month old post where I asked for people who claim to care about equality to stop portraying fat people as all that is wrong and evil in this world. Nice. Definitely has anything at all do with oppressing a marginalized group of billions of people who this fatphobe apparently has all of the medical records of. We love to see it👍

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I was hanging out with a group of ~7 people who were mostly or all poly, and mentioned reading More Than Two's examples of problems that come up in poly relationships –

"I was flipping through it and going 'this is trivial', 'this is easy', 'yeah whatever' (sometimes with unwarranted confidence) and then I hit the scenario where your partner never has sushi with you, he refuses to try it because he can tell he's going to hate it – and then he comes back from a date with one of his new partners and says, guess what, [she] got me to try sushi and it's really good! And I went –"

I did not need to finish that sentence, because there was a cacophony of groaning & agonized writhing & knees being drawn up to chins. People did NOT like imagining that

The ancient world was full of textile masterpieces we can only imagine… but most of them have rotted away. So few of them have come down to us in these days that we think of metal and stone as the primary mediums for the oldest artworks. But there were tapestries and fabric work that would have rivaled the finest wrought gold and iron and the first cave paintings.

This is a incredibly rare find. A ball of yarn made from stinging nettle fibers in the Late Neolithic (5900 years old) in what’s now Marin-Epagnier in Switzerland. The thread has been preserved by being carbonized. Look at how much thread that is! And how fine and even it is spun! The skill going into this is absolutely incredible. Imagine the incredible textile work that must’ve been made with that. For a reference here’s a ball of nettle yarn I managed to make with a drop spindle. That took me 300 hours of work.

🎉If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog.

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  1. I used to send all my friends fruitcakes for the holidays. These are West Indian fruitcakes based on good gold rum so they were delicious, thank you.
  2. I have a favorite Bronze Age Mediterranean culture. You can probably guess which it is, but I figure that not that many people have one of those, proportionately.
  3. I have sung with a choir in at least eight different languages, despite being a sad monoglot.

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