tea, earl grey, thot
Waiting for someone to come pick you up after your runabout has crashed is the perfect opportunity to chill and chat about whatever.
i think it’s really weird how shippers have turned top/bottom into Gender Roles The Sequel and are stereotyping people’s sex positions based on their physical appearance, personality traits, or even mental health status. “which one of you is the woman??” has evolved into “which one is the sweet soft tiny anxious uwu bratty bottom???” which is arguably weirder and more invasive.
Seme and uke… 2!!!
“Will you walk my lands, swim my shores and guide my children as one of my own?”
You haven’t enough men. If they were trained soldiers, maybe you’d stand a chance, but they’re not.
Every good series deserves to have an episode with the "we all have to dress up formal to go to (and/or infiltrate) a fancy event or party, but shit hits the fan and oh no, we have to fight monsters/aliens/the undead/assassins/etc., while dressed in black tie and with only whatever weapons we could manage to sneak in on our persons, also look extremely hot while doing it" trope
Important: one of them has snuck in a wildly improbable amount of weapons or is distressingly skilled with creating improvised weapons.
very important
Crimson Peak (2015), dir. Guillermo del Toro
queer girl starter pack
Luke Skywalker - a different color treatment to my previous Luke pic. Made while working on book jacket for Star Wars Books - Lucasfilm -
Requested by @carmelilla9
You know what
i was tempted to reblog the post but I do Not have the energy for drama but what I do have is a masters degree in an adjacent topic and a phd-in-progress in another adjacent topic.
When people say ‘oh how lonely our queer ancestors were, all alone and with no words for their identities’ what they’re doing is spouting nihilistic, ahistorical nonsense.
Yes, the words we use now are a largely modern invention, and the rest are possibly late victorian. We had other words before that. And other words before those, and other words before those. We will have new words in the future. “Didn’t have the vocabulary” is a nonsense statement. “We don’t know what vocabulary they used” is a better one. “Largely, for much of western history up until the late nineteen-hundreds, what we would now call sexual identity didn’t culturally exist” is a far better statement. Yes, you had queer folks. of course you did. They may well have thought of their sexual lives as an inherent part of their identity - some of them must have, to get that political ball rolling (everyone say hi to Edward Carpenter as we roll past). However, by and large, sexual identity, culturally, wasn’t a thing. Everything was behavior, not identity-based. So, as much as they will most likely have had the vocabulary, they wouldn’t necessarily have needed the same kinds of vocabulary as we do now. because they didn’t think of it the same.
And maybe some of them were alone. Maybe, to quote one of the most bigoted comedy double acts that I can personally remember because fuck you david walliams, they were the only gay in the village. But you know Molly houses existed? You know people whisper and explore and find communities, find people and connect with them? Whole chains of queer people, connecting up between countries and generations? That happened. That has been happening.
Yes, unrecorded history is a thing. It is very much a thing. But Eleanor Rykener existed, and, from what I’ve gathered, had a community of queer folk around her. William Shakespeare and half his friends? Queer. King James? Queer. Anne Lister found many a girlfriend. James Barry? Trans. Had a boyfriend. Throw a stone from 1800 to 1910 and you’ll hit a queer person (and get their number). Walt Whitman was so gay that ‘does he read Walt Whitman’ was code for ‘is he gay’. Rent boys were picking up men outside the courthouse after testifying at Wilde’s trial.
The classical world was wildly queer. We know this! People have always known this! Always!
Look, yes, there are whole acres of unrecorded history. Yes, there are many lost and lonely queer folks across history, and mourning them is natural and I get it, I do. My whole academic career is built on that. But we have a history. We have always had community. Always. Not everyone could access it, for sure. But to paint our history as a constant isolated misery is to write over our actual history.