the number 87 kinda looks like a plague doctor
You’ve just changed the fucking game
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the number 87 kinda looks like a plague doctor
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Tagged by @engardebitch to list my top 10 songs in this moment.
1. ieuD - igorrr
2. Deutschland - Rammsteinn
3. I Like Boys - Todrick Hall
4. Ba$$in - Yelle
5. Houmous - igorr
6. Rotisserie - Yung Gravy & bbno$
7. Zenit - Onuka
8. Хочу тибя любицца - Super Zhorik
9. Opus Brain - igorrr
10. Moskau - Dschinghis Khan
Tagging @miki-spazz @kimjongdaeyum @the-flajita
if you needed proof that i’m really not cut out for the casual environment of teaching from my living room, just know that today i almost ruined a 20 minute long video i was recording about romano-british culture because i almost said “this dude fucks” while talking about the bitchin outfits worn by british chieftains
in my defense look at this dude! the level of ‘this dude fucks’ here is off the charts
oh this dude does fuck
one rational braincell: there can be more than one task done during the day
all other braincells: you know what, now it’s zero
tired: the Grail romances, the Divine Comedy, and most of Shakespeare technically qualify as fanfiction
wired: none of these things are fanfiction because fanfiction is the act of telling stories that legally belong to someone else, which can only exist a society sick enough to decide every story has one (1) owner and lock its entire culture behind glass walls that say “look but don’t touch.”
people have always touched. fanfiction is when you touch anyway. the existence of the anyway is inherent in the definition, and the ways people do it are different when it’s illegitimized, dubiously legal, and forced semi-underground. fanfiction is the subculture that emerged from copyright law’s enclosure of culture, which makes it the weird sibling rather than the superset of other shared storytelling traditions.
I think the reason why Tolkien keeps referring to “the bow of Legolas” and “the voice of Legolas” and “the arrows of Legolas” is that he doesn’t want to write “Legolas’s”
The is the truest truth I have ever reblogged.
im summoning the hoes fool
The book I’m reading on medical history is wild y’all.
(The Royal Art of Poison by Eleanor Herman)
Fuck it, this is just going to be a compilation of my favorite facts I stumble across when reading nonfiction.
(Witches, Sluts, Feminists by Kristen J. Sollée)
You heard it here folks! Beaver testicles rubbed on your forehead made an effective antidote to idiocy!
(Gotham: a history of New York City to 1898 by Edwin G. Burrows and Mike Wallace)
This is exactly how I imagined someone promoting cocaine and coca leaves for health purposes would sound.
(Wicked Plants: the weed that killed Lincoln’s mother and other botanical atrocities by Amy Stewart)