#sum-80

[mahi-wayy]

Prabhas as Bhairava ; Deepika Padukone as Sum-80/ Sumathi

[arolegos]

I love your artstyle!!!!

Could I please make a humble drawing request of the RBG siblings doing some sort of fun sibling activity?

HII YESS ABSOLUTELY I LOVE RGB :3

using my silly style instead of the big boy one bc Its weird rn...

anyways .Theyre watching a horror movie . idk how accurate this is siblng-wise bc when Im with My sisters I always Pretend I'm Not Scared of the horror movie by looking at the Corner of the screen (and I Think they're fooled......i think) But I felt this was a sillier way to draw them...

some extra doodles :3

some xtra non-RGB ninjago doodles

[rushingheadlong]

You know something I don't think I've ever seen people talk about is how Freddie changed the lyrics for Big Spender.

Because in case you don't know, all original versions of the song are sung by women - and it is made very clear that they are singing to men:

The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction A real big spender [....] So let me get right to the point: I don't pop my cork for every man I see Hey, big spender Spend a little time with me

Probably not too surprising, then, that when Queen performed this song in 1974 Freddie had to do a bit of a gender-switch on it:

Though, it would probably be more accurate to say that Freddie made this song gender-neutral because he didn't change it to be about a woman. He eliminated the first use of "man" entirely and then sang "I don't pop my cork for everyone I see" (instead of "every man").

And honestly there's probably a whole dissertation you could write just about those changes alone, but what I really love is when Queen brought the song back in 1986 and Freddie changed the lyrics again:

Because yes he still dropped the first "man" but the "everyone" is changed and Freddie instead sang "every guy" with just the barest hint of a "-rl" sound at the end to give him plausible deniability if anyone asked about it.

So much of Freddie's music speaks to his experiences as a queer man but, because of the nature of the times in which he lived, he couldn't always be directly open about that fact. Most of his love songs are intentionally vague, and he sang about "somebody" or "you" to avoid having to use gendered terms as much as possible.

Freddie singing "I don't pop my cork for every GUYrl I see" wasn't just an adjustment to the original lyrics, it was a specific change from how Freddie had sang it before in order to make it more gay in a way that he could rarely be with his own music, and that is what I adore about this. It's such a little thing, but it gives such a unique insight into how Freddie balanced his sexuality and his stardom, and how the relationship between those two changed over the nearly 12 years between these performances.

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A traditional drawing of Katrina from the film Vamp. It is boldly coloured with oil pastels, and is a close-up of her face, stretched out to bare her fangs. Both her mouth and her eyes are wide open, although one of her eyes is obscured in a dark shadow. She is deeply shadowed, although the contours of her face are lit up from below in a bright and unnatural neon green, which also makes her visible eye look uncanny. There is a pink rim light around the top of her head, and deeper reds behind her. The oil pastels create a grainy texture that is offset by the rigidity of the colour blocking of the different tones of her face.]

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

🦇🍒

Theyre just cuddling...~🤭

[sbd-laytall]

Forever going to love how Dick refers to Tim as his brother AND his friend.

Secret Origins 80-Page Giant (1998) #1

[flying-potato2]

made this thing for taking the average item flow of a plastanium conveyor over 64 seconds because im fed up with how short the sample time is for the built in item flow meter. Every second it measures how many items are in a conveyor tile and stores each measurement. It then sums all of those up and compares it to the maximum possible value that could have been made (being 10 items for every measurement, 640 items) and outputs how many items, on average, passed through that conveyor tile every second. schematic below cut

With debugging display (the large logic display w the green and red squares)

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without debug display

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[fuzzyghost]

[juniperjelly]

"we can always tell" motherfuckers when they see a teenage boy, a teenage girl, a black woman, and a bearded man in pink;

[mahi-wayy]

"Sach aur bharose ka koi rishta nhi hai Veeran. Samay aayega, tum khudh dekhoge. Ye kahaniya sach hongi, Bhagwaan aayenge."

[myvarya]

~The Unspoken Vow~

-Kalki X FemOc-

Introduction~

Chapter 1~

Chapter 2~

Chapter 3~

Chapter 4~

Chapter 5~

Chapter 6~

Chapter 7~

Chapter 8~

Chapters may be added further according to the storyline.

Luv Luv 💗

[remembertheplunge]

Only 5 days left in the 1980s

December 26, 1989. Tuesday. Espresso Cafe, Modesto, California

So, only five days left to “feel” the 80’s.  Who om I now? For once out on the great “see” of the 90’s, which will rush more and more quickly toward the raging head waters of the next century, our little peace pool of time here will be long gone. It’s chance for seeing through compulsion is lost. So, as in place, sometimes in time we find ourselves at the crossroads .  So, what do ya do with it? You back off from the bigger, major world to allow that calling to come through. Which is what I’m doing today. So, what am I after these crazy 80’s? Well, really and truly, what I am is simply truer, deeper version of what I was.

I held many mirrors up to my face  in the 80’s in dark rooms so I could see—

The mirror of marriage, of private law practice, of 3rd year law student, of the bar exam, of new attorney, , of law firm attorney, of public defender

In a mirror, one sees what one is and what one is not.

 The image of the money seeker did not appear, nor did that of the loving partner and father, nor did that of the well dressed beauty or of the world traveler. All of these came up, filtered in and melted away in the heat of their own reflection. In times like today, I hold the mirror up to see these images gone or greatly reduced.

And, who looks back?

Me.

Who was looking out on 12/31/1979? And who, after all these years, is still looking out?

A lover of life. A lover of active tear paper art. A lover of deep fault line need to be, to know,. A lover of great pain juxtaposed to great beauty. A lover of fight for truth in his own way. Through the courts in word, deed, action. Through holding melting hands and whispy hearts that form solid images, more solid than any flesh and blood.

I see a sweet repository of the now brittle yet fragrant petals of flowers once full, now withered.

I apply my fire time and time again and am rewarded with a fragrance bittersweet that won’t die but enhances all life it touches.

I see a clearer image of the healing power of the word

”no”. 

I see guts, and bravado and gaudy humor and touch of Devine scarlet self pity.

I see an expanding of the love of the pause—of the listen. 

I see others, too, in the mirror.

 Not so much in a line, like in ’79 or invisible,but, more in a circle all with darks and lights that interlock or don’t here and there but form a union and unity just the same..

And, ya know, I truly believe that there ain’t much I gotta do. I t just lives itself through me. Guess I just got to ease up  and let it live, laugh, dance, cry, scream, be , create, waltz through me!

End of entry

Notes: 6/3/2024

In the 1980’s I married a woman, woke up to the fact I was gay, left the marriage before we had children. I worked with people with Aids and helped them through their illness and death through an organization called Han to Hand and another called the Stanislaus County Aids Project. I wrote in coffee house like Espresso Cafe and I journaled through the entire decade. 

[gurorori]

guys n girls i love this knit cardigan 🥺

[rennyrose]

Question, does Wolfwood survive the 80s AU?

( I'm just trying to find somewhere where he isnt' dead ; ; )

[seenthisepisode]

i need help to manage my budget... by help i mean 3 million euro sent directly from heaven i guess