Apparently, I'm supposed to use this space to explain what you could find on my blog. I enter new fandoms on an almost monthly basis, and have a lot of feels. Also, if you reblog anything from me, I automatically consider you a friend. Browse at your own peril.
to be perfectly honest. i don’t care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be
How many fathers have been killed by police violence? how many fathers have been killed by lynchings and racism? how many fathers have died from mass shooting? how many fathers have been killed by US military intervention? How many sons have died from those same things? Yes he was a father to 2 kids and a son to his parents, but so were the people that his rhetoric directly enabled the deaths of
I have no sympathy for racists and nazis
Yes, he was human, but so were the thousands of Black men and women who are murdered by police brutality and mass violence and racism which has been enabled by the right for decades and worsening in recent years. Yes he was human, but so were the dead of Gaza which he supported the government that killed then indiscriminately. Yes he was human, but so were the children in school who were gunned down in class due to his very rhetoric.
theo van gogh was the one who suggested that his older brother vincent start seriously painting. as soon as theo was gainfully employed he gave vincent around 15% of his own yearly salary for art supplies, lodging, and food. about 2/3rds of vincent’s surviving letters were to theo (including vincent’s earliest and last letters), all of which were found stored in theo’s desk. theo’s child, vincent willem, was born on january 31st, 1890, and vincent was so delighted by his nephew that he painted almond blossoms for him. vincent shot himself half a year later on july 29th, 1890. theo’s distress at his brother’s death worsened his syphilis symptoms and he died half a year after his brother on january 25th, 1891 (four days before vincent willem’s first birthday). theo was reburied next to vincent in auvers-sur-oise at the request of theo’s wife johanna.
Almond Blossoms, 1890, Vincent van Gogh
And that love lived on Theo’s wife, Johanna, who was the one who pushed for the preservation of Vincent’s paintings. Johanna who made sure that her husband’s beloved brother would not be forgotten. Johanna who fought tooth and nail so that Theo and Vincent would never be forgotten. Johanna who carried the family legacy, who made sure that the works of Vincent would be kept in her possession. And then Vincent Willem, named for a uncle so loved, carried this legacy and founded the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam.
The van Gogh family history is deeply interwoven with love. It was the love of a brother that gave a young man the courage to paint and the resources to do so. It was the love of a woman for her husband and her husband’s beloved brother that made that story known. And it was the love of a nephew, who was so deeply loved even if for such a short time, that made it possible for the world to know Vincent van Gogh.
I am once again reminding people that it wasn’t unusual to have this sort of politics on the radio in the 2010s. It’s not ahead of its time, your culture just got fascist since then.
See also: the people only now realizing that Rage Against the Machine was extremely political.
Today the kids wanted to play Takeaway. I don’t mind playing Takeaway, because I can usually do something else with my hands. My role is to place an order on my pretend phone, and receive it from the delivery driver. I’m quite good at Takeaway.
Bear, aged 8, was the leader of this particularly chaotic takeaway. I overheard them pretending to phone another customer - customer order 125 - and explaining that their delivery would be delayed by approximately fifteen minutes due to a “rockslide.”
“Hey, wait a minute, what was that?” I asked.
“Are you order number 125?”
“No, I’m order number 165.”
Bear said severely, “we don’t give information about other people’s orders.”
“That’s very professional,” I said, “but what was that about a rockslide?”
Bear said, “that’s not your order.”
“Sorry,” i said, justly chastened. “Was it a big rockslide? Is it on the news?”
“If you need information about your order, you will get it.”
My pretend phone then pretend rang, so I had to answer it. It was the takeaway.
“Number 165? Your order will be delayed by five minutes.”
“Oh,” I said, “why?”
“Because that’s the time it takes us answering all your stupid questions.”
If I ever wrote a superhero story I’d want there to be a recurring shitty C-list supervillain in the background whose power was changing something’s colour and all her villainous plots would be colour-themed things like “If the city council doesn’t give me a million dollars, I will turn the city of GREEN Bay into the city of RED Bay!” and she’d turn the Golden Gate Bridge magenta or whatever.
So it’s all low-stakes villainy, but everyone absolutely hates fighting her because her very shitty superpower works really really well, and there are dozens of background characters who’ve fought her that are just permanently green now
the last couple vacations I’ve taken have been less….actual ‘vacations’ and more 'periods where I crumple to the floor, wheezing, “please, I can’t work anymore…let me lie here quietly and not worry about emails for a week.”’
…………….but that means it’s time for an actual vacation!
it’s very tentative, but I’m going to try and rent a car and drive from Chicago up through Wisconsin, to the very northernmost tip of Michigan’s upper peninsula. If I drove straight through it would be about 8 hours, but the route I’m planning involves a lot of stops at museums, caves, lighthouses, mines, state parks, supper clubs, and whatever other weird stuff I can find before my industry conference starts the following week. Sounds promising.
The Roadside America website is perfect for finding those small museums full of character!
Okay, special shout out to @hightidedyke for this one—normally I use Atlas Obscura to locate the inexplicable museums, roadside attractions, and other wacky miscellanea scattered throughout America. However, I opened roadsideamerica.com and burst out laughing, absolutely delighted.
If you scroll down to the bottom of the page, the copyright says it was created in 1996 and I knew that, because I was there! This is the web I’m most familiar with, basic coding and a couple pictures, maybe you can create an account or talk on an old school message board, but that’s about it. And yet, the human desire to describe and inscribe the world marches on, with videos about outsider artists and a blog that addresses both balls of twine and preserved corpses in the same breezy tone.
“i unfollow if our media interests no longer align” I still follow moots haven’t spoken to in years and have learned the entire story of deltarune, mouthwashing, that one ninjago lego show, continuations of media I havent been into since 2018 and many others. I don’t need a summary of something I just need Mutual to be insane about it on my dash
why did Brennan’s enumerated list of important fantasy staples do ‘Death: finality.’ on a shot of Laura lookin sad? Y'know. Laura. Who both portrayed the Raven Queen and also Vex devastated by grief. Was that necessary? Really mr Mulligan?
Why has this campaign not even STARTED and this man’s coming for my gut with a dagger????
Apparently, I'm supposed to use this space to explain what you could find on my blog. I enter new fandoms on an almost monthly basis, and have a lot of feels. Also, if you reblog anything from me, I automatically consider you a friend. Browse at your own peril.
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