#Not sure what to make of this

[sweetiepie08]

You know, I can’t think of a historical figure with a weirder media legacy than Rasputin.

He’s known as a mystic who had influence in the last royal family of Russia. But he also has a famous disco song about him released 62 years after his death. And then 19 years after that, he’s the villain in an animated musical. And then 13 years after that, the disco song about him becomes known as a difficult song on a dancing video game and then after that becomes a popular TikTok song.

[illarian-rambling]

Woke up at 6am horrifically overheated and half fallen out of my loft, the only thought in my head being "magic users' powers increase inversely to the health of their body"

I'm sure this is useful for someone?

[richiepapes]

Interesting insight from my father reading the secret history for the first time

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Hey y'all, quick question. Is anyone else getting really general comments on their ao3 works from generic names that seem very bot-like?

At first glance, the comments were nice, but they don't make a lot of sense in regards to the content (these were all on the recent Arcade angst oneshot I wrote) but if they're bots, I don't see the point in comments like these? Since there's no link or anything, and the accounts don't have anything on them from what I can tell. Idk, I'm just curious if anyone else is experiencing this at all, or if anyone knows what their purpose is.

[clonerightsagenda]

In other liveblogging news my hold on Cryoburn came in and it has... a CD???

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[phdeeznutz]

My fwb has saved a sticker of me in their fujoshi nosebleed category

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[tangerinecherrygal]

❤️🔪💗♥️🦦

💯🙏💛🟨👍

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[signeficunt]

every episode of hoarders has at least one butch lesbian

[kittykibbl]

i am mik, god of hope

oh wow cool

I am Arran, god of the most important thing

EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username

[just-a-normal-archivist]

Two halves of a broken truth, twisted and torn. It's almost amusing watching someone try to assemble a mirror that only reflects lies. The messy scribbles, the poor handwriting... Some things are meant to stay incomplete.

--. . - / .- .-- .- -.-- / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... .. ... / ... - ..- .--. .. -.. / .--. .-. --- .--- . -.-. -

Not every piece belongs...? Are these pieces part of different puzzles, or am I just missing the connection? If anyone has any thoughts, I'm open to ideas. This feels like trying to read a book with half the pages torn out.

[the-eldenaut]

So, I dreamed up a Tumblr Misinformation post

The post told the story of what in the context of my dream was an old photo that would make constant appearances in old internet boards, but many wouldn’t know the origin of, the picture was of a woman, but when it was spread around it was wrongly stated that the woman in the picture was transexual (whether it was FTM or MTF I don’t remember)

The post claimed that the woman and that picture in particular had somehow been an integral part of creating early internet infrastructure, and that she was important in the field of medicine (in a “first patient of a now common procedure” type of way and not a doctor type of way)

So after reading the post I wanted to fact check it, as you should, and I found the Wikipedia page of the woman which initially corroborated the story, but it didn’t give any more details; it only said “This picture of (woman’s name) was integral to the development of early internet infrastructure. (Woman’s name) was also the first patience of a procedure that is commonly used today”

Other than that the page had almost no information on the woman other than her name and another picture of her. (a normal portrait this time) The woman was dead too, but the page didn’t have her cause of death or even her date of death, and the information wasn’t left out or left blank— like when there’s no date of death because the subject isn’t dead in the first place— the page said “cause of death: X”

It was unknown

And at the top of the page there was this note, the last thing I read before waking up “It is believed that she is mostly preserved today through her Starbucks receipts”

Which is a hilarious sentence out of context; but what I believe this means for the story is that this woman had no social media presence, no diary, no memoirs, no photo albums, almost no pictures, no personal accounts from friends or family; she left no account of how she was as a person, except for Starbucks receipts which were her preferred method of note taking for whatever reason (because in the context of the dream the information from receipts wasn’t only what coffee she liked to order)

[hinamie]

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