New reylo shipper here! can you recommend me blogs about reylo to follow? I want everything of that in my dash.
Hey dude! Welcome to the reylo void aka the reylo trash compactor :))) I’m very glad to have you on board, so get ready for this ride, it’s gonna be w i l d, and exciting and damn, so kriffing good.
Of course I can recommend you some blogs! *been waiting all my life for this moment jk*
I’m gonna give you a full list of reylo blogs I follow so far that update in a regular basis and are awesome af. I’m sure I’m mising a lot of my lovely reylo fam out there so pls let me know if I’ve missed you!
well, I hope I’ve helped you, and let me tell you that your ask made my day! so that’s a tiny bunch of them hehe. Fam, feel free to tag fellow reylo shippers pls. I would love to meet them too. //bolded ones - I enjoy their content so much, they either make stunning edits or write wonderful fanfics, or make mind-blowing fanart, or write so precious meta or even if they don’t all this blogs are so interesting and you should totally check them out.// and anon, i could show you the ways of the Force reylo
Episode VI Yoda to Luke: “…the last of the Jedi will you be.”
The Force Awakens: “Luke Skywalker, the Last Jedi”
Jedi: Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.
Kanan: (Is afraid that he will fail Ezra because he wasn’t fully trained) (Is afraid to use his real name) (Was afraid to be a Jedi for a long time) (Still somewhat afraid to completely trust the Force after he lost his sight)
Jedi: Attachment and possession are forbidden.
Kanan: (loves Hera) (owns a blaster and a bag of belongings in A New Dawn )
Jedi: Avoid the dark side
Kanan: (values Bendu as his teacher, a creature between Dark and Light) (tries to save the Grand Inquisitor who returns to grant him the rank of Jedi Knight despite turning to the dark side in life) (also is indirectly taught by the Grand Inquisitor, Maul, and the other inquisitors) (has a student who uses the dark side sometimes)
Also Kanan: (is worried but never tells Ezra explicitly to stop using the dark side) (also never calls Ezra evil even when Ezra does use the dark side, only tells him not to act out of emotion and a warning) “Do you know how dangerous this path is?”
Jedi: wiped out during order 66
Kanan: considers Caleb Dume to be another life, a life that was over.
“Caleb, the little Jedi cut off before his date with destiny. His career as a galaxy saving superhero stunted. He couldn’t believe now that he had ever been that person…that boy was a nobody…a never was…” (A New Dawn)
They all hold significance to their part of history. They all are true to the Dark Side of the Force. But none, hold the whole of it… None do the Dark Side true… justice. For that there is only one word. One, name.
The Dark Side is poison. The Dark Side is patience.
Australia stole pavlova. Australia stole Phar Lap. Australia stole your family dog, Rex. Who will be next? You are afraid to know when Australia’s kleptomania will claim you.
For some reason you cant quite place, rainbows fill you with an overwhelming sense of bitterness towards France.
You pass a sheep on the road. Soon, another. The wall of white becomes blinding. It will soon be their time.
You met Jemaine Clement on Cuba Street yesterday. You met Jemaine Clement on Cuba Street today. You will meet Jemaine Clement on Cuba St tomorrow. He waits. He watches. He judges.
A minimum wage store worker acts strangely. Jono and Ben slink from the shadows. A celebrity tweets about a peculiar interview. Jono and Ben lurk in the darkness. A Bugs Bunny bouncy castle floats over Lake Taupo while a banana boat is pulled across the Cook Strait. Jono and Ben. This is normal.
The ginger spaceman with the mustache reminds you of someone. A man named Murray. Murray, when did you go to space?
You accidentally stray into the university quarter. The students hands end in stumps that bleed awful cider. An unmoving body lies in the corner. You have a Speights in your hand. It is morning and you remember nothing.
Every year, Aucklanders are rolled down a hill. This goes unquestioned.
You see smoke rising in the distance. You hang your head in reverence to the brave furniture sacrificed to the young and foolish.
Someone mentions the ANZACs. You embrace the closest Australian warmly. Someone mentions underarm bowling. A new name appears in the obituaries.
An iconic bird perches in a yellow-flowered tree. You can’t help but blame the nation’s drinking culture on it. It sets a bad example.
Sir Peter Jackson sees that Weta Workshops workers work hard. The insects will soon cast of the chains of his tyrannical oppression. The time is now.
The wind blows cold and sharp in Wellington. It shears the flesh from your bones and you are reborn anew in the cold and salt of the capital.
You are travelling south. The Cook Strait ends and the road begins. What happens in between, you have forgotten. You’re not sure if it was ever really there.
A bogan approaches you. You suddenly feel the creeping of hair on your neck and the taste of bourbon in your throat. He calls you cunt. You feel welcome.
Fate made the kiwi flightless. The alternative was far worse.
Australia is the most dangerous Pacific country. Everybody agrees. Somewhere, deep in the flow of history, an eagle caws. A baby cries nearby.
The political direction of the nation is determined by bees. From their hive, they manipulate our country to their will.
A foreigner asks you if you’re Australian. You feel a wisp of your soul seep away. Little by little, the Australians grow stronger. You refuse to let them win.
A man encountering a Tyrannosaurus rex fills you with an odd sense of national pride.
Your dead friend offers you incorporeal fries. A swell of guilt and frustration builds inside. It’s puzzle time. Monique was right.
A minnit passes. And the nek. And the nek. The slow, lumbering passage of time wears away at you, pulling you to pieces like an abandoned scooter.
For some reason, an overheated pie fills you with concern for New Zealand’s nuclear-free image. Someone blows on it. Your concerns are appeased.
A mountain parrot steals your window wipers. It steals your passport. It steals your identity. Who are you now?
This was one of the three mega exhibits for the 40th anniversary of the big three appliance computers launched in 1977. Tony Bogan
(captain), Corey Cohen, Mouse
Kelly, Adam Michlin,
& Joseph Oprysko worked together to show the Apple II in all its glory.
original Apple II, followed by II+, IIeuroplus, IIe, platinum IIe, IIc,
IIc+, IIGS. I don’t have alot to
say about this one, but I think they covered the lineage pretty
They also had an Apple I on display, but I will get to that in tomorrow’s post.
(1) hi im a lesbian and this is probably ridiculous but... i dress more "masculine" and have short hair so i always thought i was a butch lesbian and i felt fine like thats where i fit. but lately ive just had a major self esteem drop. i read this book and the way it talked about butch lesbians was awful. saying they're just like men or that they're ugly and stupid. like is that what people think when they see me? i hear what people say at school about the girls with short hair and it kills me.
(2) it makes me feel so shitty about myself and i feel like nobody will ever love me if i look this way so i should try looking more feminine. i know i worry far too much about what others think but i cant help it. sorry if this makes no sense
oh, anon, i’m so, so sorry. that sounds like a really horrible book, and my heart hurts for you & the things it told you. you look amazing; butchness is amazing; your comfort and confidence are amazing; you are participating in a long, beautiful history of butch lesbians & butch lesbianism, which is multifaceted and wonderful and an integral part of lesbian culture. for example (this is american-centric, for which i apologize; i live in america and most of my knowledge of lgbt culture comes from home, although i am working to expand my horizons as best as possible):
mannish women, as they were known in the early 20th century, were one of the first visible expressions of gay female sexuality in america. they absolutely fascinated the public. powerful, confident, commanding attention and respect, they won the hearts of their feminine girlfriends and caused many to marvel. blues singers during the harlem renaissance were at the forefront of this trend; they electrified audiences with their bulldagger flair and their lyrics, which often proudly declared their love for women.
“It seems I was born different. At least, I always thought so… From the time I can remember anything, I never wanted a man to touch me… Soon I began to feel more comfortable in boy’s clothes than in dresses.” — gladys bentley in an article for ebony magazine
mannish women were so common that songs were sung about them specifically (bd in these lyrics from the lucille bogan song “bd woman’s blues” stands for bulldagger, a specifically black term for a mannish lesbian):
B.D. women, they all done learnt their plan They can lay their jive just like a natural man
during world war two, butch lesbians were a massively important part of the war effort. lesbians flocked to the women’s auxiliary army corps for many reasons, primary among them the fact that they provided an easy space to live among hundreds of women. butches found happy, fulfilling work and greater freedom of expression in jobs as grease monkeys, truck drivers, and welders.
the idea of butchness was firmly entrenched in the public consciousness by the 1970s, so well-known (and loved by the lesbian community) that many lesbians wore it with the utmost pride or poked fun at the prominence of the label.
shortly thereafter, the aids epidemic struck the world. there are countless stories of lesbians’ invaluable contributions to the relief effort. they worked as nurses, as warriors, as caretakers, as friends. many, of course, were butch.
and, today as much as always, butch lesbians are present, thriving, and absolutely incredible. like stephanie and julie, who were happily married at the san francisco zoo:
or alison bechdel, widely successful cartoonist and recipient of a macarthur genius grant (mom!) (there’s also a gorgeous song in the musical based on her memoir sung by a young version of alison bechdel about the time she saw a butch lesbian in a diner and was absolutely awestruck by how beautiful she was and the recognition and happiness that moment inspired):
and the absolute entirety of meg allen’s photo project, named butch.
your self-esteem drop isn’t ridiculous and it isn’t your fault. it’s the product of a society that expects women to be a single way and hates — absolutely hates — when they don’t fit perfectly into that predetermined box. as a butch lesbian, you overflow in more ways than one, and society isn’t happy about that. unfortunately for society, it’s going to have to suck it up and deal.
because you are amazing. again: you are amazing. you are existing as your genuine self and in a way that brings you comfort and happiness and you are confounding the expectations of everyone who would seek to restrict you as you do. you are the present continuation of a long, rich, complicated, beautiful history of lesbians who defy gender norms. it is yours, and it looks good on you.
butch lesbians aren’t ugly or worthless. they’re strong, brave, handsome or beautiful (depending on which term they prefer), loving, and good. you are all of these things, i promise. there will always be people who disagree, but they are nothing compared to the truth of who you are. people will love you and look up to you; i know that i personally feel a little jump of excitement and adoration whenever i see another butch on the street, a thrill of joy that we are here with a healthy dose of oh god she’s cute. all wrapped up in warm, overpowering pride. that’s your inheritance, and that’s your legacy.
be proud. you are something so good that you scare them. anyone who is worth anything will see you for the person you are. you will be loved, you are loved, you are loved. i wish you well. ♡♡♡♡♡
“DEADSET” a film By Elvis Di Fazio inspired by the Australia day Celebrations Here in Sydney.
Starring: Mathew Clarke & Leeroy Destruction D.O.P : Elvis Di Fazio Photographer’s Assist :Fadi Kazmuz
Music / Sound: Audio sample from an outtake filming Ryan Ward for CRUNK SOCIETY by Elvis Di Fazio Nature Sounds from the album “Favourite Australian Birdsong” Thunderstruck By AC/DC Down Under By Men at Work
My favorite part about the animated Star Wars series is that so much of it borrows from conceptual/in-development Star Wars that never made it to the final cut. Like, “Hey yo are you going to be using this concept art of Padme in the final cut of any of the movies? No? Okay we’re going to color her skin blue and make it Pantoran Senator Riyo Chuchi. Are you going to use this rejected design for Chewbacca for anything? No? Great well now he’s purple and his name is Garazeb Orrelios. Oh they won’t let Lucas call the Light and Dark sides of the Force Ashla and Bogan? Fair enough. Ashla is now the Lasat word for the Force.” The animated series are so well done and people work so hard on them but so many of their elements are basically the lore equivalent of