#it's a woof!

[eraserheadadult]

when i was a kid i had moments of being so fucking diabolical because i realized at some point the best way to leverage power over my family was to do shit that would make everybody late

[angelicgarnet]

the way people online talk about autism is getting really weird, like do they know that neurotypicals still have interests? that someone being passionate about a hobby doesn't mean they're autistic? you guys know that right

[tpup]

tonguefucking her raphe line brings me salvation

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

rb to pet prev’s head and let them know they’re a good puppy

[o-wild-west-wind]

While I’m still a bit bummed that they didn’t go with a more book-aligned POC Fiyero for the Wicked movie, I’ve been thinking (heheh) about how his being white highlights the really interesting foil relationship between him and Glinda (and, in many ways, the audience yourself).

At its core, Wicked is a cautionary tale about propaganda, (literal) scapegoating, and what it means to uphold the status quo. The audience is watching through Glinda’s eyes—it is through her, arguably the most beautifully tragic character of the show, that we learn how lonely life becomes when you forfeit your values in favor of systemic power and likability (“No One Mourns the Wicked” is, in many ways, about HER).

Now, this is where Fiyero’s whiteness can get interesting—if you consider him and Glinda to share roughly equal footing at the beginning in terms of privilege/how much they have to lose (applying our real-world lens of race and power here, where whiteness is the apex), his storyline essentially represents what could have happened if Glinda had made the brave (and arguably wise and loving, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down 👀) choice to go with Elphaba and fight the good fight (this is also why I feel like a queer reading of G&E’s relationship is almost implicit to the story, but I digress).

As the POC/marginalized allegory, Elphaba has much less of a real choice in her curtain-pulled-back turning point. But Fiyero and Glinda—both representing privilege—get to choose. So in Act II, we see the consequences of both the choice to stay (Glinda) and to go (Fiyero). In Fiyero’s case, his ultimate rejection of his own power, privilege, and even beauty leads to immense physical loss—including his own body—but that is then compared to the loss of love, community, and identity that we see Glinda left with by the end. And this brings us to the question that the audience is left grappling with: in an unjust system where loss is inevitable (a.k.a. our own world, as the Wizard himself represents), which of these things are YOU more willing to give up?

It’s important that Glinda is an empathetic character because, in reality, most people are going to be Glindas (obvi this is nuanced among us Elphabas of marginalized identities, but I’d still argue that there’s some level of Glinda in us all)—and it’s important to be rattled by the end of the show when you realize that she is the one who has the sad ending. But it’s also so important that Fiyero is empathetic (which I’m SO glad this movie leaned into)—because he’s ultimately who Glinda—and thus we, as the audience—should have been.

And especially given the state of US politics right now…this is just all more relevant than ever.

[soybek]

[goosewizard]

there’s something so interesting about how harrow is not haunted by ghosts or the paranormal but by neural networks and the craving of something you no longer remember. gideon doesn’t walk the halls as a specter but she haunts every fiber of harrows being through sheer muscle memory. the mind forgets but the body keeps the score. or something like that

[majunju]

woof pt2

[beekeeperspicnic]

As far as I know there's only one audiovisual recording of Arthur Conan Doyle, and I'm so pleased it includes him patting his dog and saying "Woof woof, Champ" to it.

[tikklil]

Absolutely love it when women have that little line on their belly

[eraserheadadult]

im sorry some of you are too blind to realize big tits no bra is a masculine look for the ages. butches and trans men who rock this are by far gds strongest soldiers

[shitpostingsapphic]

The hottest thing Caitlyn Kiramman ever did was take on warlord Ambessa Medarda with a damn knife in her gut

[tpup]

being naked with your friends is really good for you. it doesn't have to be anything sexual even just like. go to a nude beach together. run through the sprinkler in ur yard giggling like you haven't since childhood. sit in a hot tub together with some drinks and bask in the hedonistic pleasure. have a diy spa day where you give each other massages, a bubble bath, a manicure. help wash each other's hair after a long day. check each other for ticks after a hike. lounge around naked when it's too humid and hot for clothes. take turns posing for figure drawing. play dress-up together. show each other ur butts and hype each other up about how hot and cute you are. do naked yoga. have a water balloon fight. do photoshoots of each other. help ur bestie take some great nudes. cuddle into each other's tits for a nap. it will heal you

[thegodofhellfire]

Pep (c. 1923 – 1930) was a black Labrador Retriever who was falsely accused of murdering a cat. On August 31, 1924, Pep was sent to the Eastern State Penitentiary, where he received inmate number C-2559 and had his mugshot and paw prints taken. His log into the prison ledger indicates life sentence for murder, a tongue-in-cheek gesture that prompted widespread outrage. Pep was given as a gift from Maine governor Percival Baxter, to Pennsylvania governor Gifford Pinchot who was inspired by Baxters use of dogs in Maine. Pep was only brought to prison to boost inmate morale.

Upon Pep's incarceration, international newspapers seized upon the murder reported in Pep's police record and publicly declared him "cat murderer." Governor Pinchot and his wife Cornelia adamantly denied Pep's murder accusation, calling it a "slanderous and unjustified attack on his reputation" and a "wretched tale." The governor received hundreds to thousands of letters from as far as the Philippines protesting Pep's unfair incarceration and demanding Pep's freedom. Governor Pinchot assured the public that Pep was not a prisoner and lived a good life at the penitentiary running the grounds, chasing rats through prison corridors, and fulfilling his life's mission of becoming a friend to all.

He was put on a diet in 1927 because inmates gifted him too much food. When he became old and tired, he moved to the Graterford Prison Farm, where he was allowed to spend the rest of his days at the home of a retired guard who begged for leave to care for him in his old age. Pep died in May or June 1930 and was buried in a flower bed on prison grounds. A wooden marker was placed on the grave but was later swept away in a flash flood.