If you’ve happend to start watching me after the point when I apparently stopped being the kind of tumblr that posted porn every Sunday, Know This:
There will be posts with naked men that I have drawn shortly. If you find that sort of thing particularly objectionable, best unfollow me now.
Also, if you joined me directly at the point in history when this blog was a blog that had naked men posts on it every Sunday, and have been very disappointed at the lack of porn since, I apologize. Have some naked men.
Reblogging because every time I’ve seen this on my dash today (which has been around 8-10x at this point) I get increasingly more annoyed/frustrated.
It’s a neat little comparison to return to, but it’s not as black and white as all that.
Matthew and Mary’s own inability to deal with their feelings is why they’re in the mess in the first place (please can we not all act like they’re flawless in this?) To that end, I don’t think he’s really “saving” her from Richard, either/the idea that he’s rescuing Mary bugs me, IDK maybe I’m overreacting.
It’s unfortunate that Fellowes chose to cop out of both Matthew/Lavinia and Mary/Richard with such stereotypical conclusions (death! over-the-top villainy!) and that so many fans seem so okay with that. Both characters deserved so much more…
(…filed under: This is Why I Probably Can’t Make New Downton Friends, Unpopular Downton Opinions, Stanning Away Like It’s My Job)
Excuse me, I’d like to sign up for a copy of Unpopular Downton Opinions Weekly, if I may.
The way Carlisle was handled in Season Two reminded me of my objections to the way Thomas was written in Season One; it’s like, the writer is flirting with bringing real controversy into the series, but then never quite lets it in the door. Instead, we get potentially complex and delicious characters reduced to stereotypes, difficult choices evaded neatly by death, and sudden unlikable character flaws crowbarred in at the last minute to ensure people don’t accidentally start cheering for the wrong team.
I’m not particularly invested in any one “ship”, but I do think they did a disservice so the cast by not letting them evolve past the most obvious fairy-tale romances that were obviously picked for them from day one. If I wasn’t so enamored of the over-all writing in the series, these occasional vaudevillian cop-outs would be easier to forgive.
#Yes It Sucked to Be Gay or a Woman or Poor or Irish But It’s Okay Because Noblesse Oblige
#Julian Fellowes Saved Again from Writing About Non-Heteronormative/Vanilla Sex
I couldn’t buy everyone ugly sweaters this year, so instead, have a poem from many, many Christmases past. I unearthed this shameful artifact in an ancient folder that was collecting dust in the back of my hard drive along with other stupid things from highschool.
I wrote this in 2004. It’s good to know that some things are timeless— like Square’s inability to release things in a timely fashion. If I were really clever, I’d have added something about releasing each new installation of a storyline on different consoles, so that fans of say, FF7, had to buy six new kinds of Japanese phone and dubious hand-held device from Sony if they want to know what happened 5 years ago in Nibelheim…
Whatever. Enjoy your awful gift. There is no receipt. <3
A Squaresoft Story— By RivkaZ
“I know!” said Squaresoft with a thin twisted grin,
“I’ll announce a new movie, like Advent Children!”
“I’ll feed them a trailer, perhaps even two-
They’ll be holding their breath till their faces turn blue!”
“And THEN” said the Square-god, with a gleam in it’s eye,
“I’ll leak a release date- a mere wisp of a lie.”
‘They’ll wait and they’ll wait till they can’t wait any more-
I’ll give ‘em some screen shots- they won’t tire or bore!
And I’ll rake in their money from old merchandise,
Then change all the details not once, twice, but thrice!”
It cackled with glee at its terrible scheme,
While the fans down in Square-Ville had cookies and cream-
And dreamt of the day when the new Square-game would come,
Downloading trailers and chewing on gum.
“They’ll never suspect the whole thing’s a hoax!
They’ll be waiting forever till they give up the ghost!
I’ll keep draining their wallets and promising lies!
Till every last sniveling Squaresoft fan dies!
I’ll be alone at long last…” It said with a tear
“To soak up my savings and play Guilty Gear.”
And the Square-god sat back in its black easy chair
Smiling sickly with a nonchalant air.
It knew fans would spend winter wanting this game
Only to realize that -oh what a shame!
The damn thing never existed; it was all a cruel joke!
Dear lord... ep1s2 of Downton and Warhorse in a single evening.
I’ve been plunged into the Somme trenches twice since dinner, and cried buckets. What a perfect Christmas. ♥ You know it’s been a good day when your tear ducts hemorrhage in public, all whilst you sustain a Hiddelston/Cumberbatch-induced boner. Aaah.
“i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon”—
"I switch off my headlamp just to feel the depth of the darkness. At first there is nothing. But then, as my pupils adjust, I’m surprised to make out a faint, ghostly light ahead. I pick my way through the rubble, almost running from excitement, rocks scattering beneath my feet and echoing in the invisible chamber. Traversing up a steep slope, I turn a ridge as if on a mountainside and am stopped in my tracks.
An enormous shaft of sunlight plunges into the cave like a waterfall. The hole in the ceiling through which the light cascades is unbelievably large, at least 300 feet across. The light, penetrating deep into the cave, reveals for the first time the mind-blowing proportions of Hang Son Doong. The passage is perhaps 300 feet wide, the ceiling nearly 800 feet tall: room enough for an entire New York City block of 40-story buildings. There are actually wispy clouds up near the ceiling.
The light beaming from above reveals a tower of calcite on the cave floor that is more than 200 feet tall, smothered by ferns, palms, and other jungle plants. Stalactites hang around the edges of the massive skylight like petrified icicles. Vines dangle hundreds of feet from the surface; swifts are diving and cutting in the brilliant column of sunshine. The tableau could have been created by an artist imagining how the world looked millions of years ago.”
…… In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
If there is anything cooler than an undiscovered, 2.5 mile long, 800 ft tall, secret cave with a rainforest and a river and maybe dinosaurs inside, then I don’t know what it is.
I started drawing this on my first or second day as a freshman in college. It was my feeble attempt to look cool, so that cool people would think I was cool and maybe talk to me (drawing in public is my favorite social crutch). It worked, to the extent that it made me my first friend, Kriss, a lovely fellow with rockstar hair. I gave him the picture to use as a door sign. Making door-signs became A Thing That I Did, and later, one of my dorm-mates remembered me when her awesome programer boyfriend needed someone to do the graphics for his phone game. So what started as a way to avoid talking to people eventually landed me my first art job.