Svetlana Tartakovska (1979), Young Writer, Undated, Oil on masonite.
I’m kind of obsessed with this painting and others by the same artist of Black girls. it is one of the few representations of Black women in “traditional art,” for lack of a better term that shows the subject as soft, delicate and vulnerable, which are qualities ascribed to us so rarely it’s notable when it happens. It’s painted by a Ukrainian woman. I don’t have time to unpick all the complexities there, but there’s enough fraughtness between Black women and Eastern Europeans that the source of this painting is equally as surprising to me as the tenderness of subject.
this is killing me. the textile details. the light. the harmony. it’s drowning me, i’m dying. i love it so very much.
that muppet post reminded me, most if not all of the main muppets have twitter pages. Fav has gotta be Miss Piggys, which is filled with selfies and vaguely uplifting text thats also egocentric. all the comments are people complimenting her and being like “YAS QUEEN”
Close second is Gonzos. Which is just…unhinged
this is my favorite comic ever i never don’t want to see it on my dash
Crayola is so weird to work with but I really don't feel like using alcohol markers rn
theres something abt those cunty 90s anime men thats so alluring i think it was all the estrogen they were putting in the water
how i look with he/him in my bio
I just learned about this passage from The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes (book) I'm so sick
And let's not forget about the poem.
221B By Vincent Starrett Here dwell together still two men of note Who never lived and so can never die: How very near they seem, yet how remote That age before the world went all awry. But still the game’s afoot for those with ears Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo: England is England yet, for all our fears– Only those things the heart believes are true. A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane As night descends upon this fabled street: A lonely hansom splashes through the rain, The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet. Here, though the world explode, these two survive, And it is always eighteen ninety-five.
I feel like it would be useful if people conceived of causing emotional harm to others more through the lens of being the emotional equivalent to stepping on someone’s foot. Like obviously you can step on someone’s foot deliberately and maliciously, but most of the time if someone tells you you stepped on their foot you’re going to go “oh sorry I didn’t realise!” and stop doing it and try not to do it again. Getting caught up in how it makes you feel to be Someone Capable of Stepping on Others’ Feet would be a transparently self indulgent distraction from the other person’s pain, but also like… that’s just a status you hold by virtue of being human. Never ever ever stepping on someone’s foot is not really achievable, and therefore is not necessary to being a Good Person: what matters is that you do not step on others’ feet deliberately, and – most importantly – that you react kindly and calmly to any inadvertent foot-stepping you have been doing being brought to your attention, so that you can make best use of it as something that will help you reduce the amount of foot-stepping you will do in the future.
is THIS your man? [shows an image of a malnourished injured exhausted man with big sad eyes looking up at the camera with blood smeared all over his face and mouth. and he is visibly trembling]
My favorite thing about Adventure Time is when you figure out that the punkrock traumatized daddy issues demon girl is the more well adjusted lesbian of the two because the cute pink aesthetic one has been doing mad science in the background the whole time
idk how anyone can look at how expensive fast food has gotten and think we're doing okay
there used to be a dollar menu. like. one dollar. that was the gimmick. whole wide selection just one solid dollar (only one). and this was in my lifetime. i remember seeing ads for this shit. wha
I'm not corrupted by the amulet or anything but people who might try to touch or steal it from me definitely have to die. just as a moral thing
so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch
reblog if i can wander into your apartment (blog) and make myself lunch (like and reblog as if it's my dash)
You know that post about how angels and telephone towers are biologically compatible? That’s how I feel about overgrown plants and industrial machines.
These two things can and SHOULD make offspring.
One time my dad came to family dinner all excited “you know that show Sherlock? I hear fans are writing whole new stories for it online”
And in perfect unison my sister and I yelled “DAD NO!” So vehemently he stopped in his tracks.
Then a look of dawning comprehension on his face.
“Oh, this is like Kirk and Spock, isn’t it”
And I died right then and there.
it is my strongly held belief that the reason why beelzebub and gabriel worked out so fast is because they thought there was precedent. ah yes demon and angel fell in love it’s happened before no biggie…..unless
they gotta feel a little grateful in their own weird way
they deserve a Hercules style “I won’t say” musical number