This is more punk than the whole of punk history.

I’ll tell you what’s ferocious. Freddie’s comeback to Sid calling him “Freddie Platinum” when they were recording down the hall from each other at London’s Wessex Studios (Queen for News of the World, Pistols for Bollocks).

Sid Vicious made the mistake one day of bursting into Queen’s control room and antagonizing their frontman. “Have you succeeded in bringing ballet to the masses, then?” he sneered. “Oh, yes, Simon Ferocious,” Mercury replied. “We’re trying our best, dear.” 

Then, according to Queen biographer Daniel Nester, Freddie rose from his chair and began to playfully flick the safety pins displayed on the front of Sid’s leather jacket. “Tell me,” he asked, “did you arrange these pins just so?” When Sid stepped forward in an attempt to intimidate Freddie, the singer simply pushed him backwards and inquired, “What are you going to do about it?” Sid immediately backed down. [x]

Freddie Mercury may very well have had the biggest dick energy of anyone who ever lived

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trying to raise the dead by Dorianne Laux

A 1913 love letter that unfolds into a little art gallery.

Caricaturist Alfred Frueh (1880-1968) sent his fiancee Giuliette this letter, so that she could train for the "Gallery Marathon" she would experience when she arrived in Paris. It came complete with original works of art and a coat check.

Kathryn Cherry - Fish, Fruits, and Flowers (ca. 1923)

‘relationships are work’ means ‘you have to put effort into loving each other intentionally & learning how to love each other and communicating properly’ not ‘your relationship makes you feel stressed and sad most of the time & the other person disrespects you and treats you bad but you stay anyway’

Our fandom forbearers did NOT suffer through Anne Rice, strikethrough, and other bullshit for fucking ACOTAR and Harry Potter fans to fucking ruin it for all of us by selling fanfiction. I am not losing novel length yaoi epics because some of you don't know how to act in fannish spaces and yes I do blame the booktokification of fanfic but I also blame those of you that treat fandom like content to consume and not a community to engage with.

The first mobile phone call was made on this day in 1973. Martin Cooper, using a prototype of the Motorola DynaTAC, placed a call from the streets of New York to Bell Labs in New Jersey. The device was 9 inches tall, had a talk-time of 35 minutes, and took 10 hours to recharge.

context (via @mellorocket)

doubly funny that I saw a compilation of all the corporate accounts like "aw thanks elmo, we're doing well" meanwhile all the flesh and blood real human people are extremely not okay

Okay but Elmo had actually the best and sweetest response to all this trauma dumping:

And then all the other Sesame Street character accounts joined in:

And now I’m thinking maybe we’re gonna be okay… 💗

(Comment compilation from this Twitter)

I kinda feel for the poor person running Elmo's Twitter.

"So, boss... I may have messed up."

"What did you do, Ray?"

"Well, I made a post for Elmo saying 'Hi, how's everybody doing?'"

"I mean, that's kind of what we pay you for."

"Yeah, but.... <sigh> it turns out pretty much everyone is hanging on by a thread, badly enough that they needed to tell Elmo."

"Oh."

"God help me, boss, I think Elmo needs to be there for them."

"Get the others."

this is the energy that jim henson would be proud of.

and important addition

Source: instagram

Gustave Doré - Deer in a Pine Forest (1865)

Me: "I don't often cook but I'm going to quick look through my mom's recipe cards and see if I can find that specific recipe"

Me, 15 minutes later, sobbing: "Love is stored in handwritten recipe cards"

No but for real. Handwritten recipe notes like:

"Kenny's Favorite" "Bake for 45 minutes BAKE FOR 35 MINUTES" "This is from Suzy, back when we lived in St. Louis!" "VERY GOOD!!" (this card had oil stains and ancient bits of dough stuck to the back of it) "Great for dinner parties, can be made ahead of time" "Add some vanilla" with an additional note in different handwriting, "2 tsp vanilla" "I use butter, but Grandpa Rudy uses lard" "Love you! Gramma Emy"

Seeing the handwriting and messages from those no longer with us, or people who I haven't seen for a decade, or even people I never knew but who clearly shared in loving the same people I do - there is an inherent love in sharing food, and personal recipes are a way of saying, "Here. I can't always be with you, but I want you be able to eat well. I hope this food will keep you as happy as you were when I made it for you." And they remind us of all the people who have ever made or shared those meals with us. And love is stored in handwritten recipe cards.

At my church and in my family, we have a tradition of giving recipe cards as wedding gifts. They’re great. Some are written slap-dash, as if the person has done it many times. Some are written meticulously, with some obvious restraint of explaining why things are so specific (“Butter - Land of Lakes”) and some are literally a cookbook clip-out taped to a card.

When I first made Mrs. Martha’s pound cake for thanksgiving, she pulled me aside and told me that I would be on pound cake duty when she couldn’t. I begged Mrs. Joyce for her chocolate chip cookie recipe only to get a clipping of some plastic Nestle packaging and a threatening note that if I ever spill the secret I would find myself in a shallow grave.

Love is stored in hand-written recipe cards.

When my mother passed away, my sister and I each took one of her files of recipe cards and cuttings, with the understanding that we would make copies for each other. I have a yellow accordion-sided file folder in this room with me right now, and somewhere in it is a handwritten recipe for chocolate chip cookies, in the margin of which is written -- in my own seven- or eight-year-old handwriting -- "I want these for my birthday."

Love is stored in hand-written recipe cards.

For future references:

This does not explain how to give credit to the extradimensional being who bestowed the vision upon you, but APA is a bit limited as a citation format.

Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

I have the same method as @firstaudrina. Read the summary. If it's good, try the first paragraph.

has anyone else ever noticed how good i am at picking pictures to reblog

Girl with Pearl Earring, at the museum - Johannes Vermeer

A ROOM WITH A VIEW (1985) Be his wife. He is already part of you. Though you never see him again, or forget his very name, George will work in your thoughts till you die. It isn’t possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal. When I think what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love—Marry him; it is one of the moments for which the world was made. - E. M. Forster

The Unicorn's Garden, my cross stitch take on the medieval tapestry "The Unicorn Rests in a Garden"

The Unicorn's Garden Cross Stitch Pattern | Sprouting Lupine Shop