#england is gay too

[holmesandbees]

Can we all say thank you to Granada Holmes for showing Holmes and Watson reacting this way to a blackmailer bringing up how he destroyed a gay man’s life?

[sarasade]

Backstory headcanon- Harrow and Viren met at a small pastoral village where the royal family used to spend their summers and where Viren lived as Kpp’Ar’s apprentice

[predictament]

[bobbedrake]

“we will have been for nothing” james flint pleadingly says to john silver. like. knocks me fucking sick every time

[thecosmosproject]

So lately I've been on my Hannakko grind, which is a surprise to me b/c when I found out about the ship, I liked it so much that I was terrified that it'll overshadow Diakko for me.

How did I find out about Hannakko, one might question

Well...

I was possibly reading a fan fiction where they had Hannah crushing on the dense Akko in a Diakko fan fiction

And tbh, I'm grateful that fanfic left an impression on me, even if I did stop reading it bc of the hannakko storyline....

(Changed my name to fit my tt name!)

[livinginpool]

happpy birhtday that match only

to be honest, tonight's game with france and nethelands completely sucked. I will entertain my thoughts.

It is inspired by Dinho's assist. Because Rivaldo was literally all celebrating such a good shot and all, while R9 just went to Dinho and hugged him. Preach

(rivaldo does get his hug from the most perfect little guy, so he is just fine)

also, they're grounded

[six-of-ravens]

think I've figured out what bugs me so much about Natasha Pulley's work - every female character who could potentially interfere with the ~gay couple~ is portrayed in a negative light

[catwouthats]

Sometimes I’m having a good day but then I remember that racist/homophobic LoTR fans exist and I’m like, “damn… they would be so mad at my idea of an accurate graphic novel adaptation… even if I was 100001% true the Tolkien’s books.”

[tea-earl-grey]

...sigh.

[spector]

Icb we’re being denied the final flint sweep.

[cralaofmandalore]

Bitches wake up, the sequel for the cursed fanfiction is OUT

[sule-skerry]

today i was talking with someone who's a guide at the house of a historical guy (you haven't heard of him) who was apparently probably gay – like exchanged passionate and steamy letters with his bf (bosom friend) who built his house next door and probably chose his wife because she wouldn't expect him to be intimate with her probably gay – and died in the 1960s. i expressed surprise since i had never heard that and she said she doesn't usually mention it unless it's relevant because "he didn't come out, so i'm not sure it's my call to make" and i thought that was actually a pretty thoughtful and considerate perspective.

[ephemeral-winter]

can’t do my library school homework because i’m too busy rotating the question “was henry ii of england autistic” in my mind

[i-like-gay-books]

just bought myself a new set of hair cutting scissors and a fine toothed comb and midterm papers are about to be underway you know what’s up

[artemismatchalatte]

NaNoWriMo 2022: Day 19

I tried canned bread for the first time in my life today. It wasn’t as weird as you’d probably think. 

I also wrote a scene for a different project- not just my NaNo- but another future novel. Because when your mind is on a roll, you don’t quit. But I didn’t count that scene in this word count because it’s for another project. 

Also my friend was extremely chill about the news. Because of course, she was. I’m the anxious one. I have the terrier dog energy and it’s high key unhelpful.

Day 19 Word Count: 3,776 words

November 2022 Word Count to Date: 62,539 words

Excerpt:

“Ah, Matilda, Rosie told me about your new hair cut. It does suit you well. I don’t think most girls could pull it off half as well.” Miss Green then said and for some reason my ability to respond was delayed. I wanted to say ‘thank you’ but instead no words came out.

“See, I thought so too, Adelaide, darling. Mama has been beastly about it but she doesn’t understand Matilda at all.” Rosie offered. 

I had hoped she really thought that and wasn’t just saying that because she thought it would annoy Miss Grey. But I couldn’t be sure; Rosie had an agenda and she was dedicated to her cause. Everything she’d do until Miss Grey left might not mean what it ought to.

“You still smell like a barn.” Petunia said to me as I sat down between her and Miss Grey. I’d rather sit with Rosie and Miss Green, but they were on the smaller couch. There was no room for me with them over there.

“So do you, but at least I have horses. What’s your excuse?” I returned and she scoffed. She almost dropped her tea cup in shock.

Miss Grey looked at both of us doubtfully.

“Here, Matilda, switch places with me, before you start eating.” She gently tapped my shoulder. She could feel that Petunia and I hated each other. 

I did as she asked me, feeling bad that I had to make her move twice.

“Sorry, Miss Grey.” I said quietly so that Rosie wouldn’t hear me. She looked surprised at that.

“Oh, it’s no trouble, dear, just sit and take your tea.” She replied easily, appearing totally unbothered. “You can’t scare me, Matilda. I was the governess to a truly depraved family before now. You and your sister are perfectly normal girls by comparison.”

I really hope Rosie hadn’t heard her. She’d take that as a direct challenge to purposely become even more awful. Poor Miss Grey seemed such a decent lady too. I don’t think she knew what Mama had done before she got here. Mama wouldn’t have mentioned Miss Holburn or her recommendation about sending us both to finishing school. Miss Grey had no idea what was in store for her. Rosie was biding her time, acting nice to disarm our new governess and then she’d strike with all her misplaced fury.

Petunia seemed annoyed because she had to watch her sister and Rosie talk animatedly about the trip she wasn’t old enough to take. Petunia was fifteen and Miss Green soon to be seventeen; they had the same age gap as Rosie and me but were just a year older each. Miss Green had already debuted, much to Rosie’s intense jealousy. She lived for Miss Green’s reports of the ballrooms and the potential beaus. Naturally, the young men flocked to Miss Green. She was one of the most beautiful girls alive; I had been sure.

She smiled at me from across the room. Rosie had something about me because I heard my name. I don’t know why, but that made me nervous.

“Matilda, Adelaide asked me if she could go riding with you. I don’t care much for it, as you know, but I confirmed you had two horses. She’s asked me before; I just forgot to ask you then. So, can she go with you some time?” Rosie finally asked, bored because this conversation had little to do with her.

“Yeah, of course,” was all I could say, I had perked up at that. Miss Adelaide Green wanted to go horseback riding with me? Why would I ever say no to that?

Miss Green smiled at me and gently said, “Don’t eat too much, then. I want you to keep up with me. I was hoping to go today. I saw you with the horses when Petunia and I walked in from the road. You looked so peaceful with them.”

Peaceful? No one had ever called me that before, at least not to my face. I really liked that, especially because it was Miss Adelaide Green who said so.

[hedgehog-moss]

"rn I feel like reading about someone's quiet daily life, maybe a diary or letters, set in a place or context I don't know much about, without turmoil or tragedy" oh! do you have any recommendations for books like this?

This is one of my favourite types of books! Here are 30(ish) recs...

May Sarton's The House by the Sea or Plant Dreaming Deep

Gyrðir Elíasson's Suðurglugginn / La fenêtre au sud (not translated into English unfortunately!), also Bergsveinn Birgisson's Landslag er aldrei asnalegt / Du temps qu'il fait (exists in German too)

Gretel Ehrlich's The Solace of Open Spaces, which iirc was originally written as journal entries and letters before being adapted into a book

Kenneth White's House of Tides: Letters from Brittany and Other Lands of the West

Sei Shonagon's Pillow Book

The Diary of a Provincial Lady, E. M. Delafield

Growing Up with the Impressionists: The Diary of Julie Manet

Elizabeth and Her German Garden by Elizabeth von Arnim (do not read if you don't like flowers)

The Road Through Miyama by Leila Philip (I've mentioned it before, it feels like this gif)

The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, I keep recommending this one but it's so nice and I love snails

Epicurean Simplicity, Stephanie Mills

The Light in the Dark: A winter journal by Horatio Clare

The Letters of Rachel Henning

The letters of Tove Jansson, also The Summer Book and Fair Play

The diary of Sylvia Townsend Warner—here's an entry where she describes some big cats at the zoo. "Frank and forthcoming, flirtatious carnivores, [...] guttersnipishly loveable"

The Letters of Rachel Carson & Dorothy Freeman were very sweet and a little bit gay. I mostly remember from this long book I read years ago that Rachel Carson once described herself as "retiring into her shell like a periwinkle at low tide" and once apologised to Dorothy because she had run out of apple-themed stationery.

Jane Austen's letters (quoting the synopsis, "Wiser than her critics, who were disappointed that her correspondence dwelt on gossip and the minutiae of everyday living, Austen understood the importance of "Little Matters," of the emotional and material details of individual lives shared with friends and family")

Madame de Sévigné's letters because obviously, and from the same time period, the letters of the Princess Palatine, Louis XIV's sister-in-law. I read them a long time ago and mostly I remember that I enjoyed her priorities. There's a letter where she complains that she hasn't received the sausages she was promised, and then in the next paragraph, mentions the plot to assassinate the King of England and also, the Tartars are walking on Vienna currently.

Wait I found it:

R.C. Sherriff's The Fortnight in September (quoting the author, "I wanted to write about simple, uncomplicated people doing normal things")

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith

Pond, Claire-Louise Bennett

Rules for Visiting, Jessica Francis Kane

The following aren't or aren't yet available in English, though some have already been translated in 5-6 languages:

ツバキ文具店 / La papeterie Tsubaki by ito Ogawa

半島へ / La péninsule aux 24 saisons by Mayumi Inaba

Giù la piazza non c'è nessuno, Dolores Prato (for a slightly more conceptual take on the "someone's everyday life" theme—I remember it as quite Proustian in its meticulousness, a bit like Nous les filles by Marie Rouanet which is much shorter and more lighthearted but shows the same extreme attention to childhood details)

Journal d'un homme heureux, Philippe Delerm, my favourite thing about this book is that the goodreads commenter who gave it the lowest rating complained that Delerm misidentified a wine as a grenache when actually it's a cabernet sauvignon. Important review!

Un automne à Kyôto, Corinne Atlan (I find her writing style so lovely)

oh and 西の魔女が死んだ / L’été de la sorcière by Kaho Nashiki —such a little Ghibli film of a book. There's a goodreads review that points out that Japanese slice-of-life films and books have "a certain way of describing small, everyday actions in a soothing, flawless manner that can either wear you out, or make you look at the world with a temporary glaze of calm contentment and introspective understanding [...]"

I'd be happy to get recommendations in this 'genre' as well :)