#I learnt to queue

[mmelete]

just lost 5 followers rip

[lilianhuas]

Behind The Scenes Photos from Luca Guadagnino’s Queer 2024

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

I finally get to share this piece that I've been working on for the past two months or so!! Training trio for the Kaito Exchange, specifically for @shslprince <3

[hairtusk]

Thursden Valley, East Lancashire, England (via flickr)

[onlyzhuyilong]

reporter on X deadass quoting and rt’ing your posts on z1l is freaky. but the take on dongji island had me ctfu

I don’t know how or where looking at DongJi Island and saying it’s “ Lord of The Flies without the Cannibalism (hopefully!) meets Castaway!”

It’s about Chinese Fishermen rescuing British POWs from the Lisbon Maru after it was torpedoed. The villiage also sheltered and cared for the survivors and had to face the Japanese coming over. That’s the British account of history you can google in about 30 seconds & see it on the royal scots website. A documentary was made about it in a British-Chinese collaboration a few years ago if anyone is that interested. There is no need to lie about it, but that platform is a tool for use behaviour so…*rolls away*

It’s more truthful to sell it as “Zhu YiLong being a hot mermaid with a six pack with soaking wet hair saving lives.” Because that’s what the 17 minute preview at Cannes reviews were.

[martyrbat]

what’s your favorite book you’ve read this year??? i gotta pick up something new!!

what a lovely question to receive! im so sorry for the delayed response and that i dont know your taste in books (please feel free to dm me anytime and talk about them!) but i really enjoyed The Gilda Stories to the point i've read it three times within the same month!

its a 1991 novel forcing on a Black lesbian that escapes enslavement and eventually becomes a vampire by two lesbians. each chapter being about a different time period in her life [1850, 1890, 1921, 1971, 1981, 2020, 2050]!

i dont want to give too much away if you havent read it yet but the writing is so enchanting and Jewelle Gomez's style is one of my favorites. its simultaneously melancholic and comforting, holding onto the message of how important hope for tomorrow is despite the current state of today and that community is needed not only for survival but for actual living—that those connections is what makes life truly fulfilling. i've underlined so many little lines in almost every passage (when not underlining the entire passage itself!) because i just love gilda herself as well as how her motivations, desires, and resilience is written and explored. plus i find the way vampires and how they function to be such a beautiful idea and so creative :) i really hope you read it and enjoy it as much as i have!! <33

from the afterword:

“Jewelle Gomez says that she modeled her first book of poems The Lipstick Papers after Lorde’s early publications, and was inspired by that vampire who appears on the very last page of From a Land Where Other People Live. Lorde asks whether the black community is ready for a black woman who defies limitations, and Gomez responds with Gilda, a black woman who moves across time and space, navigating different eras in black creative community. Gomez provides depth and flesh to the nightmares of narrow-minded people who police the definition of blackness, and steals back the power and threat of black feminine difference. In other words, if the definitions of blackness, femininity, and queerness are death in the eyes of the dominant culture, Gomez offers another way of being black, queer, and feminine by creating the undead.

Policy makers are afraid of the black woman who keeps her family alive without access to food, but here is Gilda, living on wine and dreams in the dark. Black nationalists are afraid of the black woman who can be a man when she needs to be, but here she is wearing britches and sprinting through the Midwest. The white feminist movement is afraid of a black woman in control of her sexuality, but here is a black woman who can run a brothel and kill a rapist with the same skills. Black women are afraid that expressing their power will leave them isolated and alone, but here is a black woman who wrestles for generations with the need for space and intimacy, interdependence and agency. Black artists are ready to produce a poetics that is more than a reaction to the oppressive narratives of the man, and here is Jewelle Gomez, a poet, relevant for generations.”

[nozomitojoyuri]

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[ii-meeple-confessions]

Doing accurate research for these guys in an au is genuinely so fun like ive learnt more abt apple the company through making meeplings hcs than I ever have individually and honestly it's been a ride. Only tangentially related but still very fun

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[wonder-worker]

In order to prevent [Blanca II of Navarre] from opposing the terms of the treaty and her disinheritance, it was decided to send her north on the pretext of marrying Charles, Duke of Berri and brother of Magdalena and Louis XI. When Blanca rejected the idea of the match and refused to leave Navarre, she was taken by force. By April 23, she had reached the monastery of Roncesvalles, where she wrote a lengthy missive, protesting about her abduction, claiming “my father took me by force and contrary to my will.” In this document, Blanca repeatedly refers to herself as “the firstborn [eldest] and queen regnant and Lady and heiress of the said kingdom,” which she noted came to her through “the maternal line.” The princess castigated her father for his treatment of the Principe de Viana, claiming Juan had “forgotten the love and paternal duty” that he owed his eldest son. Blanca also blamed her sister and brother-in-law’s ambition to rule Navarre for her plight; “The said Count of Foix and his wife, my sister, are taking me to exile me and to disinherit me of my kingdom of Navarre.”

Blanca became increasingly desperate as she was taken further north, drafting appeals for help to her former husband, the King of Castile, her cousin the Count of Armagnac and the head of her Beaumont supporters. By April 30, she gave up her brave defense of her position as the rightful queen and attempted to donate her right to the crown to her ex-husband, Enrique of Castile, rather than see the kingdom go to her younger sister. Once Blanca reached the northern frontier of Navarre, she was transferred to the custody of the Captal de Buch and imprisoned in the castle of Orthez, a stronghold that belonged to her brother-in-law, Gaston of Foix.

Blanca’s removal did not quiet her supporters or end the struggle over the succession of the realm. Civil war still raged between the Beaumonts, who championed Blanca, and their rivals, the Agramonts, and matters had been made worse by Enrique of Castile’s decision to invade Navarre to press the claim to the throne that his ex-wife had bestowed on him. The Bishop of Pamplona attempted to resolve the situation with the Accord of Tafalla in late November 1464, which called for Blanca’s return to Navarre in order to settle the matter of the succession. Unfortunately, Blanca was unable to respond to the summons as she died, rather suspiciously, shortly afterward on December 2, 1464. Her sister Leonor has been repeatedly accused by chroniclers, historians, novelists, and other writers of being involved in Blanca’s death, although there is little definitive evidence to support this allegation. There is no doubt that Leonor had a motive for her sister’s murder, but Courteault has argued that given that only ten days lapsed between the ratification of the agreement and the death of the princess, it is difficult to claim that Blanca was killed specifically in response to the drafting of the accord. The eighteenth-century historian Enrique Flórez accurately summed up Blanca’s difficult position: “because [she] did not have the strength to maintain the right to the crown, she lost not only the kingdom, but her freedom and her life."

— Elena Woodacre, The Queens Regnant of Navarre: Succession, Politics and Partnership, 1274-1512

[makgeolii]

[mmelete]

I still haven’t read this is an adjuration….

[claudiajcregg]

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[makemycitybreak]

One thing about being recovered from an ed is at adult parties people (particularly middle aged men) always tell me I'm so wise because I tell them little sneaky intuitive eating tips and they're always so happy about it

[andersonsgf]

Roomate Abby getting jealous/possive🧐

modern roommate!abby

thank you for the request i now have possessive roommate abby brain rot 🙂‍↔️ series link

as always any requests for this series are welcome, but i have a little queue so don't be alarmed if it looks like i'm ignoring it - i'm not!

modern roommate!abby knew she could get a little possessive over the people she cared about. before she had even started dating you she had felt that little twinge in her chest when it looked like she was going to lose her chance with you. that time when she had her coworkers over and one of them slipped her number into your jeans. now that had been infuriating. but she wasn't even dating you yet so what the fuck could she do?

modern roommate!abby who -when she got over her initial distaste for you- felt like you had a special place in her heart. you lived with her. she learnt your habits. saw your ups and downs. knew your favourite snacks. you were her roommate. she even drove you around everywhere to make sure you were alright for crying out loud.

when you started dating it was only natural that this would carry over. modern roommate!abby was aware of her tendency to get jealous and possessive. never in a way where she would want to control you. no, she would never want to do that. but she felt like she had such a good thing going with you, and she rarely had a good thing going with anyone. sure, a lot of women were attracted to her, people brought banners saying as much to her rugby matches, but she seemed to always attract the women who wanted to treat her like a boyfriend. she may be nearly six feet tall, get clothes from the men section and generally seem more "masc", but that didn't mean she was a man by any means.

her past relationships never seemed to want to compliment her properly, get her sweet gifts on anniversaries. but god she realised that was not the case with you. you made it clear that you loved how she could pick you up and toss you around, but when all tired and lovesick before bed you'd always cup her cheeks and say something along the lines of "my pretty girl" before littering her with little kisses. you'd give her little flowers that had fallen in the park, check in on how she was doing emotionally and not just assume she was tanking her way through life. so yeah, there was no way she was letting you go, and no way she would let a single person on this planet be a threat to what you had.

the first time you went on a bar date with modern roommate!abby was when you suggested getting drunk together outside of the apartment. she agreed, knowing a good spot where she sometimes went with her teammates after winning a match that made them work for it. she liked seeing you giggly, your facial expressions showing what you were thinking, if you were slightly begrudged after even a sip of beer you just looked so grumpy.

it was all going well. at least one of her hands was all over you for most of the night whilst sitting in a corner booth, the drinks basically on a conveyor belt towards the two of you as the two of you slowly lost your grip on reality. entering some kind of new world with only a language you two could understand.

but when modern roommate!abby went up to the bar to get the final round of the night, she spotted some woman with the audacity to try and sidle up next to you in the booth. abby thought that this new person was absolutely fucking stupid. surely a corner booth screams 'im here with someone else'. she scowled, watching as this woman continued to hit on you. and there was sweet you, looking so uncomfortable but so not okay with confrontation even after multiple rum mixers.

she waited for the drinks to be put in her hands before making her way back over, her balance was slightly skewed from how much mezcal was currently being pumped through her bloodstream, but she was still stomping over like a trooper. "up", was all she said to the woman, her tone demanding as she stared her down.

"oh, sorry are you two together?".

"yeah, shes mine so if you could stop making her look like she wants to run into traffic that would be great for everyone involved".

when the woman muttered some apologies and even threw a few dollars down on the table, abby simply scoffed and clenched her jaw as she sat back down next to you, putting your drink down with unexpected gentleness, before her left hand firmly gripped around your waist. "you okay?".

you nodded and leaned into her, "yeah, just didn't fucking know what to do she was so confident with it every attempt i made to get her to fuck off she just spoke over", you sounded a lot more sober than before she had left to get the final round, but you were still pretty breathless whilst talking, the alcohol making your body go into overdrive.

modern roommate!abby smiled again, the possessive pang in her chest dwindling now that the threat was across the bar hitting on someone else. "well its just us again", her voice was low, smooth, a little suggestive. she gently pushed your drink towards you, wanting you to enjoy yourself again, the scheduled time for your uber was in fifteen minutes so time was of the essence.

modern roommate!abby held your hand throughout the entire ride, hers enveloped yours completely as she used the other one to trace between your knuckles, her expression slightly unsure. she acted so sure of herself a lot of the time, like she owned every room she was in. but when she gets reminded that you could choose someone else she can get real in her head about it. even after the many drinks you noticed how quiet she was, looking out the window whilst fidgeting with your hand. a frown appeared as a tired huff escaped you, your head lulling onto her shoulder and linking your arm with her giant one, holding her close, holding her tight, trying to make her feel better. maybe you were a little possessive too.

tags: @livvietalks

[writerthreads]

Americanisms that annoy the crap out of me in writing

By Writerthreads

Welcome back to another post! Today is a little rant/PSA for all of you who use American English and terminology.

When I read books that are meant to portray British characters, I get so annoyed when I read jarring Americanisms. Here’s a list of them that are especially annoying (I’m sorry):

“Pants”

Pants = underwear. Every time I read something on Ao3 along the lines of “Harry spilled a cup of tea on his pants” I immediately think of him drinking said tea in his undies which is absolutely hilarious.

Somebody who can’t afford to go to the GP/hospital??

Hello, we have the NHS which is free at the point delivery!!! #rare uk w

I had to fully stop reading a fic when a British character couldn’t afford medical care and that was a whole plot-line.

As a medical student, this scenario is fully bizarre for me to comprehend. The only situation in which someone wouldn’t seem medical attention from my pov is if they don’t want to wait for hours at the A&E

Chips/crisps/fries omfg

Chips= the fatter ones you get with fish and chips

Crisps: potato chips

Fries: the thinner ones from Maccies

Cookies vs biscuits

To this day, I still don’t fully get the cookie/biscuit thing but according to my British friends who get annoyed when I mix them up, biscuits are meant to be crunchier (eg. Chocolate digestives & jammie joggers), while cookies are softer, eg. chocolate chip cookies

Biscuits covered in gravy????

What is that. That is not a thing. The UK equivalent would be a scone (sweet, eaten with jam and clotted cream or smth like that and which one goes first is a whole debacle) or a Yorkshire pudding.

Accent/slang

Different people from different areas in the UK speak differently & have different vernacular. When who’s meant to be posh speaks in roadman talk, it’s the funniest thing ever, so please do research carefully!

Takeout

Unfortunately I do say this quite a bit, but people are saying this more in the UK now imo. Takeaway is the preferred term.

Fall

“It’s fall because the leaves fall form the treeeeees” no bro it’s autumn. I grimace every time I read this in a book set in the UK.

I could care less

Ok, then care less? It’s I couldn’t care less, which makes more sense anyways.

Fanny pack

Fannies mean something else in the UK lol. It’s a bum bag, but this term is used more now maybe?

Freshman year? College? Frats? Spring break?

We have a different education system :) uni is three years usually, colleges are halls at uni or sixth form colleges

Little annoyances:

Math: It’s maths. Mathematics.

Vacation: holiday (more interchangeable now tho)

“Line up”: “QUEUE up”

On accident: by accident

Trunk/hood: boot/bonnet (I do a weird mix and say boot/hood, my bad lol)

I drive stick vs I drive manual (learnt this from my ex). Most people in the UK (and Europe) drive manual because it’s supposedly superior

Movie: film (more interchangeable now)

Principal: headmaster/mistress

There’s probably a longer list somewhere…

Thank you for bearing with me. My friends are now subject to me saying ‘trousers’ every time they say ‘pants’, I can’t help it (help I’m getting colonised)

Also look up slang (esp slang from certain parts of London, or roadman slang), they’re hilarious and I can’t help but say some of them now (I blame my friends but honestly calling a meal a scran is so funny)

Anyways goodbye