#Prohibition-era

[gauricmi]

Absinthe: Unraveling the Mystique of the Green Fairy

Absinthe, often shrouded in mystery and intrigue, has captivated the imagination of artists, writers, and enthusiasts for centuries. From its origins in Switzerland to its controversial reputation in the 19th century, exploring the history and allure of absinthe unveils a fascinating tale of art, culture, and craftsmanship.

The Origins of Absinthe: Absinthe traces its roots back to the late 18th century in Switzerland, where it was first concocted as a medicinal elixir by a French doctor named Pierre Ordinaire.

Derived from botanicals such as wormwood, anise, and fennel, absinthe quickly gained popularity for its purported therapeutic properties and unique flavor profile.

The Rise of the Green Fairy

In the 19th century, Absinthe experienced a surge in popularity, particularly among artists and writers in France and throughout Europe.

Dubbed the "Green Fairy" for its emerald hue and alleged hallucinogenic effects, absinthe became synonymous with bohemian culture and creative inspiration.

The Absinthe Controversy

Despite its widespread appeal, absinthe soon became embroiled in controversy due to concerns over its supposed psychoactive properties and association with societal ills.

In the early 20th century, absinthe was banned in several countries, including France, Switzerland, and the United States, leading to its prohibition and underground status for decades.

Absinthe Renaissance

In recent years, absinthe has experienced a resurgence in popularity as artisanal distillers revive traditional production methods and rekindle interest in this storied spirit.

With its complex flavors, ritualistic preparation, and rich cultural heritage, absinthe continues to enchant aficionados and newcomers alike, reclaiming its place as a beloved libation in the world of spirits.

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[my-darling-boy]

I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

[grandpaswagger]

Smokey Filled Speak Easy

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Smokey Filled Speak Easy

In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar,

Where jazz and jive spill from ajar,

We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars,

And speak in verses, raw and without pause.

The city breathes, a living, pulsing beat,

Its heart a drum, its voice a saxophone,

We weave through streets, our words a rhythmic feat,

In sync with life, yet distinctly our own.

We are the scribes of midnight's whispered tales,

Our ink, the dreams that dance in smokey air,

Each line is a track on which our spirit sails,

A journey deep, beyond the skin, we dare.

So let us write, with passion as our guide,

A beat poem, where our truths can't hide.

Then we'll take this magic carpet ride,

Sail across the earth’s air, standing in pride.

POTD - May 25, 2024

2024 © William Darnell Sr

All rights reserved.

Year Posted 2024

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(The moral rights of the author asserted.)

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[jerich0two]

Surprise! It's not Hazbin Hotel, shock horror... but happy pride month! I like this Mordecai headcanon (edit: I've since been told that it's canon!)

[atomic-chronoscaph]

James Cagney - The Roaring Twenties (1939)

[a-dream-seeking-light]

wanimal

[vanweezer]

coreys in my sketchbook 4/∞

these pages are not my favorites for many many reasons but they are funny to look at. i love drawing the 25th anniversary mask so i think that's what saved it for me 🤞

sticky notes to cover drawing mistakes my good friend sticky notes to cover drawing mistakes. i might have accidentally made him brat in the process but ☝️ it shows up yellow on the scanner. so ha.

also if you saw me try to post this the first time nuh uh nuh uh nuh uh

[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

GUESS WHO'S HERE

[serpentface]

Palo and Tigran standing casually in place to provide an outfit reference.

They are wearing the most typical day to day clothing for Galenii monks. This consists of three main parts:

-A simple, ankle-length sleeveless robe (white in initiate monks and black in the fully initiated). -A dark woolen cloak, which doubles as a blanket. This cloak is the foundational item of clothing throughout much of Imperial Wardin as a whole, and worn by all social classes. They tend to be cut shorter and highly decorative in the upper classes, serving only the practical purpose of shielding the arms from the sun. Poor laborers may wear only the cloak and a loincloth and nothing else. In the case of Galenii monks, it is standardized, simple, and dark blue-gray. -The sash. This is a very long scarf that is the primary visual signifier of a Galenii monk. Its open ends drape down the front side of the body and are tied at the chest. It is slung over the shoulders and hangs in a loop around the back. These sashes are dyed an expensive royal blue, indicating the significance and relative esteemed status of this religious order.

Additional elements:

-The sign of the horns: a small iron pin used to fasten the cloak. This is the symbol of the Lunar Face Of God (the specific aspect to which the Galenii are devoted, which is primarily associated with fertility and the cycles of sacrifice and rebirth). This is very common among monks but not standardized wear. Galenii priests wear the sign of the triple horns (though more commonly as an amulet).

-Ear piercings: Galenii monks and priests wear thick earrings of dark meteoric iron and stretch their earlobes. One is added to each ear for each year of the initiatory process. Palo is a year in, and Tigran is fully initiated and has five bands per ear. Body modification is exceptionally rare in Imperial Wardi culture, largely in relation to taboos surrounding body integrity. The exception here is done with great significance and care- these earrings can be made only with true meteoric iron, considered to be the blood of God Itself. Permanently marking their bodies with this metal signifies this priesthood's integral connection to maintaining the continual cycle of sacrifice/rebirth that is believed to keep God's domain stable, and binds them to this role.

-Sandals: usually very simple in construction. Monks are often expected to go barefoot, but the cities are quite dirty so most prefer to avoid this if possible.

-Ceremonial dagger: a sign of a fully initiated monk. It is curved and its sheath is decorated with a tuft of lion's mane (a signal of the Galenii order's close connection to the Odonii order). Most of its uses are ceremonial, but it will be periodically used to perform animal sacrifices. A smaller razor blade is kept in the home for personal bloodletting.

-Hair: Fully initiated monks shave their heads, while those in the process of initiation have relative freedom with hair dressing. Palo is wearing his hair in a single braid tucked around the front. Broadly speaking, braiding the hair is associated with female beauty standards throughout much of Imperial Wardin (though generally in two braids). There is no cultural convention Against men doing so, but it is regarded as mildly effeminate (particularly in the south and southeast).

-Lore Friendly Sunglasses: Palo has photosensitive epilepsy. No effective treatments for epilepsy exist in the setting (most 'treatments' in Imperial Wardin are alchemical in nature, ie: ambiguously helpful at best or literal poison at worst), but understanding of the Nature of epilepsy as a neurological disorder is relatively accurate, and the concept of photosensitivity is loosely understood (though not with great accuracy, it's assumed to be caused by light in General). Palo had this pair of (VERY expensive) sunglasses commissioned as a youth, which Do slightly reduce the frequency of his seizures. Devastatingly stylish as they may be, his glasses do not offer much visual clarity so he only wears them in bright conditions.

[community-stuff]

I’ve talked about this before, but just- the way seasons five and six have so many jokes about spin-off shows, the way that episodes repeatedly end with “so what’s the message here?”, the way that the allusions get forced back into reality- like the show is itself asking “why am I still here. Why is a show about a community college going on for six seasons”

Cause we’re not grounded in Abed’s desire to connect anymore. The genre bending stuff isn’t an attempt to better understand and communicate difficult concepts, its escapism. It’s an attempt to step away from the world of the show to something better. We’re not grounded by Abed anymore. We’re grounded by Jeff.

Jeff’s the one who’s asking “why am I still here. Why have I been in a community college for six years.” And in the same way the reality of the show used to bend to Abed (like us seeing everything in claymation when he does, instead of from another perspective) it now bends to Jeff, now reflects his feelings of desperation to get out of here

I truly feel that Jeff doesn’t become the ‘main’ character until season 5. Before that, it’s Abed.

In fact, I’d say that the switch happens when Troy leaves. That’s the last time we see the world bend to Abed’s perspective without mocking it. Cause the world is now grounded in Jeff, and he’s an asshole

[ravenzfeatherz]

1920s!guitarspear AU >:D

aaaayyyyy i finally feel like i can yap about this!! and before anyone says anything i know that i forgot adam’s beard on two of the sketches, if you could just ignore that for me that’d be fab lol

guitarspear but 1920s america, anyone?? i’ve always been kind of obsessed with the prohibition era and speakeasies in the US even though i live 9 hours by plane away from you lot (sending love from scotland lmfao), and reading astardanced’s tsfgae fic “gin mills and the goods” only solidified that like a year ago when i first found it. couple that with my brand new shiny guitarspear obsession, and a sprinkle of inspiration from deadgirlwalking91, and you’ve got yourself a potential fic idea.

i’ve not done much on it, but the basic synopsis i have to go off of right now, put simply, is: adam is a pathetic divorcé who is far too desperate to get his ex, lilith, who is a bootlegger and a criminal, back into his life, and makes a deal with her which traps him spying in on an illegal speakeasy. complete with gangsters. oh, and one of those gangsters is lute. also she has a gun. they all have guns. they all want to shoot each other. and adams gonna have a fun fucking time in the mess he landed himself in, as per usual with any adam fic.

i’m still thinking up names for this fic, so nothings set in stone yet, but the placeholder one that’s kicking about in my ao3 drafts which i find kind of funny is “a little party (which definitely killed somebody)”, which is meant to be a play off of that one song “a little party never killed nobody” (which i think was in the great gatsby soundtrack thingy but please dont quote me on that, i’ve never watched it 😭).

i would yap more but like… hhhh i dont want to spoil anything i’m planning on. welp. just know that there’ll be a lot of guns, and probably violence, and drinking, and also likely smut because like… its guitarspear as literal criminals in the roaring 20s, they’re gonna fuck at some point. probably. provided my several google docs of smut i haven’t posted are any decent. but fluff is also inevitable i love these two and i will forever mourn the loss of adam in canon. this is me subtly hinting to viv that sinner adam should be a thing. please. and make him kiss lute. please. that’s all i ask.

IT’LL BE FUN I PROMISE!! no idea when the first chapter will be up, it’ll probably take me a while given i’ve only just started putting pen to paper to figure out the plot, but i’m committed to a fic idea this time and i’m not letting it go unwritten so there’s that :D

[scavengedluxury]

Atlantic City, 1929. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

[bonnies-trash-corner]

prohibition louigan..

I imagine the context behind it is planning a heist or something...

I'm actually really into how this turned out!!

[uraharashouten]

It's 2024, and the ponytail is real.

It's been nearly two decades since the end of main canon, and nearly one since No Breaths from Hell. If Kubo won't give my boy a glow-up, so help me, I will.

[thebarroomortheboy]

PAUL MUNI (Tony Camonte), ANN DVORAK (Cesca Camonte) and GEORGE RAFT (Guino Rinaldo) in SCARFACE (1932) | dir. Howard Hawks

[thenixkat]

The Deep Roots of North Carolina Racism by Intelexual Quickies