#Archive

[ruleofkool]

the pigeons are a 90s hip hop group

the dogs and the cats are a trip-hop alternative rock group

the three dogs are a pop-punk group

the owl and the dog are an indie duo

the goats are a folk rock band

the dog and the hedgehog are the animal equivalent of magdalena bay

the penguins are an annoying pop boy band

and the horses are a punk rock duo

~ via mignonettetakespictures ~

[predoom]

a brief record summarizing pete and patrick’s public online duel of the first ten days of february 2010

on february 1, 2010, pw tweets this amidst a series of replies in a twitter q&a:

after his tweets result in a bit of a stir online, pw publishes the following on his tumblr after midnight:

the following afternoon, february 2, 2010, spin magazine asks patrick for a response to the tweet, and patrick says this. his response is published online that day under the headline “Patrick Stump: ‘I’m Not in Fall Out Boy’”

between the time patrick makes this statement and over the next several days, pw has a lot to say on twitter and tumblr (a selection of which follows, in chronological order):

on february 10, 2010, spin magazine publishes an interview with patrick, where he talks about his upcoming solo work. frankly, in this interview (which is worth reading in its entirety), patrick paints his “collaborators,” fall out boy, as an interruption to his lifelong pursuit of making his own music. he says that his forthcoming record will be his first record, since “writing music in a collaborative setting doesn’t count.” he also gives a, ahem, pointed answer about one of the tracks (below). also of note, patrick mentions the 1989 batman film as one of his childhood inspirations.

later that day, the evening of february 10, 2010, pete tweets and posts on tumblr:

anyway. more days happened after the first ten days of february 2010. but the first ten days were something.

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[chainmail-butch]

My two goals in this life are to see the death of the American Empire and to be smothered by a pile of sadistic femmes (who are giggling. That's very important.)

With your help, we can make these dreams come true

[pogphotoarchives]

A significant collection of manuscripts and photographs from Museum of New Mexico founder Edgar L. Hewett (1865-1946) are now browsable online thanks to a major grant from the National Historical Publications and Records Commission (NHPRC). The newly digitized collection expands New Mexico History Museum’s (NMHM) mission to offer statewide educational resources to anyone interested in learning about the diverse history of the state and its connections to the rest of the world.

Browse Edgar L. Hewett Digitized Collections

https://archives.newmexicoculture.org/edgar-l-hewett...

Hewett NMHM Collection page

https://nmhistorymuseum.org/.../the-edgar-lee-hewett...

Image credit

Southwest Summer School at Jemez Pueblo, New Mexico

Photographer: Edgar L. Hewett

Date: 1927-1928

Negative Number: PAAC.056.0451a

[mircrobios]

[miamoonzs]

Dandelions in the backyard, covered in red

I bought the shovel for this moment two days in advance

[builder051]

Here’s your weekly fic from the archives! It’s been a fan favorite with over 500 notes. I hope you enjoy!

hi there! i’ve been scrolling through your spider-man fics and I was wondering if you could do one where peter thinks he’s just hot or his adrenaline rush faded while on patrol and doesn’t realize he’s sick until he blacks out (maybe with tony or may in there?) if you can’t get to it no biggie im just in the mood for peter whump

I have a headache and a half as I’m writing this, so it may or may not be absolute crap…

This is a banger of a prompt!

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“You ok, kid?”

“Huh?  What?”  Peter hurriedly straightens up, lifting his chin from his hands and blinking at Mr. Stark through the eyes of his mask.

“You alright?” Tony repeats.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Peter says, fighting vertigo from his sudden movement.  “I’m good.  I’m fine.”  He looks around at the lunchtime commuters populating the subway car.  Everyone’s minding their own business for the time being, but Peter can’t shake a feeling of paranoia.  “You don’t have to ride with me.  I can take care of myself on the subway.”

“I know you can,” Tony says, retracting his faceplate so Peter can see the sincere, if not slightly exasperated, look on his face.  “But you’re spun up.  You’re shaky.  I want to make sure you get home ok.”

“I’m not…” Peter protests, clamping his hands between his knees to hide the obvious tremor.  “I’m fine.”

“You know, you keep saying that, and I keep not quite believing you.”

Peter starts to contradict him again, but Tony cuts him off.  “It’s nothing against you.  But if you get hurt during internship activities, then I could be held liable, and I don’t want that kind of mark on my reputation.  The company really doesn’t need any more legal troubles.”

“Oh.”  Peter senses a story there, and he’s tempted to ask Mr. Stark to elaborate.  A wave of dizzying rises in his chest, though, and Peter drops his forehead back into his palms.  He wonders if he’s going to throw up.

“See, this is why I’m worried,” Tony sighs, patting Peter on the shoulder.  The coolness of his metal glove feels good. “You’ve got some serious sweat stains going.  You look sick.  What’s up?”

“We just finished a mission,” Peter mutters.  “I’m hot.  I have…adrenaline… or whatever.”

“Alright, I’ll back off,” Tony says, holding up his hands.  “But you’d tell me if something was wrong?  You know I have issues with anxiety, right?”

“Yeah, Mr. Stark.”  Peter swallows hard.  “Of course.”  The train slows to a stop, and Peter uses the pole in front of him to haul himself to his feet.  It’s a five-minute walk from the station up to his apartment; he hopes he can make it inside before he…

“…kid…?”

Peter peels his eyes open and immediately regrets it.  Flourescent subway lights make his eyes burn.  He starts to sit up, but the force of nausea and a strong hand on his shoulder push him back to the ground.  “Stay down.  You’re not getting up and falling over again, you hear me?”

“Ugh.  Yeah,” Peter groans.

“You should’ve told me you felt sick.”  Tony leans over him, his mouth set in a frown and concern lining his eyes.

“I’m ok, I just…” Peter mumbles, rubbing his eyes through the mask.  He can feel sweat collecting on his temples as his throat tightens up.

“No, you’re not.  I’m in charge now, like I should’ve been from the beginning.”  Tony shakes his head.  “You’re gonna sit still until I can get you something to perk your blood sugar back up.  And you need to be honest with me.  Like, always.”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter breathes.  “I think I’m gonna throw up.”  He gags and fights to get his quivering fingers under the bottom of his mask.

“Oh geez.  Ok,” Tony says, cringing.  “But, good.  Communication.  That’s the key.”

[vioyume]

Queer Zine Archival Project (QZAP)

With all the chaos that is currently happening in the US (I'm not American), I feel that it's important to not lose hope in what we are still fighting for and to continue to express our experiences and desires when it comes to being/supporting the LGBTQ+ as a whole.

Because unfortunately, America has a very strong influence on the rest of the world.

The very least I can do is share and encourage going through the QZAP website since zines played a major role within LGBTQ history. The website has very much helped me learn the experiences of what people have been going at that time, and I believe much of it can be applied now.

But I also encourage people to create zines of their own so that we continue to stay strong remind others that our existence will not be going away.

Link to Archive

What's a Zine and how to make one?

Look through this post to find out

It also inspired me to share the archives.

Want to Donate a Zine?

Fill out this form.

Other LGBTQ+ Archives:

Assorted Early Zines by Houston LGBT History

Lesbian Herstory Archive

Digital Transgender Archive

Gale: Gender and Sexuality Research Archive

Queer.archive.work

Queer Music Heritage

Anchor Archive (They have more than lgbtq+ topics)

Queer Zine Library

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

Ford is Not used to being dependant on someone as an adult - especially since Stan isn't dependant on him At All in return. It's gotta be doing weird things to his neurons, he would probably sit like a dog if Stan told him to, he is pathetic amounts of in love with him this is past partner in crime he's his hero, his guide, his Muse, his god, Ford is in a really weird headspace

OOOH i love this version of stancest sm. i know this is likely about the little ford au but i also just love this kind of stancest in regular sea grunkles and kills me. so much of stancest (and tbh just in their canon dynamic) is stan nipping at ford's feet and following ford's lead even their sea grunkles era. a lot of darker stancest always infers with ford being obssesive and controlling too and usually stan lets it, because hey thats their dynamic and its better than nothing.

but the opposite has SO much potentil. ford following stans lead. to think of ford realizing that he's way WAY out of his depth and that he needs stan way more than stan needs him now?? maybe he ALWAYS needed stan more than stan needs him?? after all, what did ford say about how stan wouldve been able to see through bill's tricks?? if they were together, the apocalypse wouldve never happened...

ford would think he's so lost now, lost without any purpose now that bill is defeated and he doesnt want the fame anymore either now that he knows his chase for it is what made him lose his brother, so he feels SO empty. except hes not. theres stan. stan whos strong, brilliant, charming and the most selfless hero ford would ever know.

ford wants to protect him so much but another day of stan saving his ass from a monster they were investigating (because he got too curious again) and ford thinks he could never EVER measure up to the way stan protects him, loves him, cherishes him and takes care of him. it makes ford feel awful, unworthy of this love after he promised he'd do anything to earn back that second chance stan too gracefully gave him. he can't fathom the idea of stan finally wisening up and leaving him even if its no less than he really deserves, because what else will he have anymore if he doesnt have his best friend, his hero, his true muse? it'll fester in his mind, growing and growing and growing, and he shoves it down deeper and deeper as much as he can.

but one night, one bottle and a million inhibitions thrown over the railing of the stan o war, he'll finally break when stan smiles at him while they sit on the deck, looking so happy when that makes no sense.

stan deserves the world, the entire galaxies, and ford can't give them to him at that very moment. he'll start crying, overwhelmed with how much he loves stan and how stan deserves the best— one ford has to grudgingly admit isnt him.

"woah, woah, sixer," stan interrupts worriedly, face falling. "what's wrong? come on, we arent even that drunk yet."

the joking tone makes ford feel worse, because how could stan stop smiling because of him and still try to make ford feel better? "i'm sorry," ford chokes. "stan, god, i'm so sorry."

"stanford," stan says placatingly. ford understands that stan understands too, that this isn't about the alcohol, or about crying out of nowhere. his hands cup ford's face, so large and warm, like a place where ford could hide his face forever with the depths os his shame and stan might even let him. that breaks ford even more. "hey come on, bro, s'okay..."

"don't leave me."

"i'm not leaving you, your big brain knows that."

you should, ford thinks but will never say, because he can't. "i can't lose you again," ford whispers with shaky breath. "i w-wouldn't know what to do with myself—"

"ford—"

"— because you're so brilliant, and brave, and good—"

"— i guess but—"

"—you're so good stan," ford interrupts whatever faux preening stan was going to do. his brother doesnt believe him, and ford practically crawls into his space.

"you are so, so good. you are so good and you don't even realize, i—" ford's breath hitches. "i don't even know how i could ever repay you..."

"pff, alright," stan scoffs, looking away, cheeks bright red and smile unconvincing. "jeez ford, you really are drunk." he laughs, his shoulders stiff and unmoving. "like what, are you trying to suck my dick?"

"is that what you want?"

stans eyes snap back to him, wide and full of shock.

"what?"

"is that what you want me to do?"

"no, ford– i'm not–"

"stan," ford says, reaching his hand now to cup stan's face, and god he's just as much of a perfect fit in ford's as he was in stan's. stan is so much bigger and better than anyone else, but with his own extra finger he just might be fit for ford. "stan, it's okay. whatever you want, whatever you need, i'll do it. for you."

sort of something like that. i really really like to think of a slightly toxic, but like in the "its toxic and also the healthiest way this dynamic can really go about" ending where ford tries to overcompensate to stan with sex and romance and stan is relunctant at first but seeing just how willing ford actually is really starts getting into the whole dom/sub— which fulfills some purpose for ford AND he gets to have stan come all over him so its kind of a huge win on all fronts

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[predoom]

also digital

[hulknussen]

kevin magnussen's imsa driver portrait: 2021 v 2025

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