#seminally

[wizardwomenwisdom]

happy pride month to chad and ryan, the lil gay cowboy and roman in the night at the museum trilogy, and every man who played volleyball in top gun (1986).

[zegalba]

SeMin: Zipper Hair (2023)

[artbyblastweave]

In terms of works that are willing to engage with the obviously, obviously dystopic turboeugenic outcomes of giving the 19th century British Empire access to involved genetic engineering technology, Twig by Wildbow just fucking piledrives the Leviathan Trilogy by Scott Westerfeld. Pinned to the goddamn canvas here. I mean Twig's got it's thumb's in Leviathan's eyes, it's packing ground sand in the open wounds. Ref is yelling something but we're well past that. Twig has Leviathan's severed arm halfway down Leviathan's throat. Twig is making Leviathan's family watch

[andhumanslovedstories]

I forgot how nonplussed Dorian is about being sent a year into an apocalyptic future. Pure academic interest. He really did look at this situation like “this is sad for everyone else but my fuckin dissertation is gonna be so goddamn good”

[chanstopher]

[alicunt]

in 50 years the girls will all be like wow i was born in the wrong generation imagine what it must have been like to be in your 20s while olivia cooke was playing alicent hightower on tv

[fantastic-nonsense]

just let out a scream of despair

[portraitoflestatonfire]

"If you'd listen to me, if you finally submit to your nature..."

[blamemma]

via redbullracing insta stories

[variousqueerthings]

*sobs* I am not immune to the tara's birthday episode where everyone stands up for her and the dance at the end of it

[archeolatry]

Go take a look at this beautiful trove of old SparkSound magazines someone is selling on eBay. For the price they might as well be made out of gold, but the seller's been nice enough to take big, largely readable photos of so many of the issues. Is there a similar digital hoard of scanned versions? I'd love to see more! (I've seen photo pages in full but only snippets of the rest.) The absolute like... raw, sloppy, fanzine chaos of these as as official publications from a major label band is blowing my fucking mind, even if it is just for the fan club. It's literally their mom cutting and pasting and cramming mentions from both Melody Maker and TV Guide onto an A3 sheet of paper, layouts be damned. The apostrophe on her typewriter is broken for a couple issues but she carries on with an asterisk. She's also around 60 by this point and banging this out to an audience of hundreds or thousands like it's a local Kiwanis club newsletter. But she's doing it with gusto, by gum, and it's punk as hell. The best thing about it is that the lack of style is made up for by the absolute top-tier access to the band, and her being surprisingly on top of pertinent details.

For those of you who weren't in a fandom before the internet, those behind-the-scenes photos were like your favorite band's proof of life. There was no Instagram or Twitter, or anything that proved they existed between national TV appearances and touring in your area (besides those mentions in Melody Maker anyway). If you were lucky, your fandom had the capacity to trade videotapes and people in Scranton could see local TV appearances in Los Angeles and vice-versa. If you were really lucky they weren't all copies of copies with potato quality sound and video. Likewise, if you wanted the 12" extended European dance mix of a song with a B-side unavailable in the US, you had to either special order it somewhere and pay through the nose, hope it was in the imports section of a record store (and still pay through the nose), or you had to trade cassettes or burned CDs and hope the other person didn't flake on you. The fact that she's saying "Don't go running to the import section yet, the single will be out on ____ record label on this date with this track listing" is WAY more info than we usually got from our official sources. All "Mary Martin" needed to do for exclusive content was take pictures of her sons on vacation. On one page she's absolutely dunking on Russell them in wry cut-and-paste captions and on another she is the perfect hype man, telling people shows at The Greek Theater are gonna sell out so get your tickets early (but hold your horses on travelling- they're working on Japanese dates for September so you may not need to fly to the US). The personal thank-yous! The CARE! *slams fist on table* If any other band had their mom as the head of their fan club it'd be the most contrived shit in the universe, a complete lie, or both. I fucking love these guys.

[leonardcohenofficial]

the way nina simone is the foremost interpreter full stop

[everycorner]

rereading the litany against fear from Frank Herbert's Dune. truly unparalleled..

[artbyblastweave]

So the Black Mercy plotbeat in the recent MAWS episode inspired me to go back and watch implementation of the same in the For The Man Who Has Everything adaptation that they did for Justice League Unlimited. And two things jumped out at me from there. Thing one being that it's interesting that Mongul is just very casually sexist towards Wonder Woman, which feels significantly less common nowadays even as a means of villainizing an antagonist. The other thing that jumped out at me was that I can't stress enough how much the DCAU was buttressed by having these people be friends who hang out with each other outside of work. It's very charming.

[slackville-records]

Gillian Welch and David Rawlings What We Had" Live at Newport Folk Festival July 27, 2024

All my world is changing

I don't know where I'm going

Apartments rearranging

The beggar winds are blowing

Seems like ancient history

You were sleeping I was driving

While you were lying next to me

I'd scan the blue horizon

I used to dream of something unseen

It was something that I thought I wanted so bad

But now I only want

What we had, what we had, what we had

What we had, what we had

What we had, what we had, what we had

What we had was unspoken

It flowed like wine like music

What we had is broken now

Though we thought we could never lose it

I used to dream of something unseen

It was something that I thought I wanted so bad

But now I only want

What we had, what we had, what we had

What we had, what we had

What we had, what we had, what we had

What we had, what we had

What we had, what we had

What we had, what we had, what we had

[phoebe-delia]

I love you (accusatory) 😡🫵🏻

WELL @l0vegl0wsinthedark I LOVE YOU TOO!! SO THERE!! And to show it, I wrote you this, because after the giddy little giggle I did at reading this ask, I got an idea.

Draco bursts through the door to their flat, making Harry startle where he sits on the couch. He’s about to ask Draco why the hell he’s nearly blown their door off the hinges when he sees the wild look in his boyfriend’s eyes.

Harry raises his eyebrows. “Wha—”

“You,” Draco growls.

Harry sputters. “What did I do!?”

Draco glares at him and slams the door behind him. “You!” He points an accusatory finger at Harry. “I love you!! And it’s all your fault!!”

Harry blinks, his mouth agape, processing. “I—you love me? And you’re angry about it?”

Draco crosses his arms. “Well it is rather inconvenient. It’s entirely distracting throughout the day, even when we’re apart! It inhibits my productivity, Potter! I think about you and your stupid smile and your stupid eyes and your stupid laugh and the stupid way you make me feel—” Draco glares at him again. “And it’s bloody ridiculous!! Because all I want to do is spend every day with you, and care for you, and keep you safe! And just love you!!”

Harry’s so caught off guard, so stunned at this ridiculous, infuriatingly adorable man, that he can’t help the shocked laugh he lets out. When he sees Draco’s eyes flash, he quickly gets up, moving to stand in front of him.

“Well guess what??”

“What?”

“I love you too!!”

“Oh really?” Draco scoffs.

“Yes! I do! It’s all-consuming!” Harry lets his voice rise to Draco’s level. “You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me! I’ve fallen head over heels for you! I love your wit! And your generosity! And how bloody gorgeous you are—it should be illegal!!”

“Well! Then I guess we love each other!” Draco huffs.

“I guess we do!” Harry retorts.

“I love you!”

“I love you more!”

“I love you most!”

“I love you most-est!”

“Oh yeah!?”

“Yeah!”

“Then prove it, Potter!”

Harry strides across the room—and proves it.