#working class man

[gingerbredman1989]

Painting, oil on canvas, circa 1895, muscular working-class man.

Google ImageFX

[queerenginseer]

Now I have a vision of a Jimmy Barnes Goff Rocker!

“Yes the Dark Eldar are having fun, but it’s a creepy rich people kind of fun, while the Orks are having good old-fashioned working-class fun”

-Me, on warhammer 40k

[paper-lilypie]

awesome, great to hear it

[fisherrprince]

it’s not necessarily that I hate the themes most prevalent in fiction set in the real world and it’s not necessarily that I don’t like stories revolving around real people or relationship drama or interpersonal issues it’s more like im a dog who doesn’t recognize that a pill is still a pill if it has peanut butter on it. I need like the little peanut butter spoonful that is aliens or robots or monsters or time travel or something fantastical and not at all down to earth real life so that you can approach me and be like “this story is about how friendships can deteriorate over time and also how this guy feels bad for being a bad friend and causing his buddy problems with their girlfriend” and then look at me making a face at you and be like “AND! they’re all aliens who are doing all that across spacetime” and I’ll be like OHHHHHH OKAY YAY (shlop shlap shlup the sound of a dog horking down peanut butter pills) wow what a poignant story

[kiiingsnake]

university sanctioned brc fanart

[botanyshitposts]

how crazy would it be if i became a biology lab instructor. would that be crazy or what

[softh0neycomb]

Baker!Reader X Butcher!Simon

First little noodlings

You’re sat in your local Costa, sadly picking at an overpriced, sad sandwich and lukewarm coffee. Chains are never your first option if you can help it, but this small town doesn’t have a local cafe open past 10am.

Another sigh, you could do it so much better, you think, grimacing at a bite of soggy bread. As a baker, you know good bread and this, this is not good bread.

How difficult can it be, really, you sip from your cup; musing.

You could do it, you think, you already have a steady business as an online bakery and a presence at the closest local markets, known for your delicate bakes with pretty decorations.

The savoury side of things though…you know what’d you’d do, sandwiches with homemade focaccia, doorstep thick toast, savoury pastries.

It’d have to be right though. The voice pops up unbidden and you bite your lip, your need for perfection is both a blessing and a curse.

You abandon the remnants of your sandwich and head home thoughts churning.

In your kitchen, you create a focaccia, flaky salt, the good olive oil, rosemary and cherry tomatoes.

Once it’s cooked you realise you don’t have the right meats and you drag yourself to the store, you stand in front of the deli meats aisle for longer than you want to admit, until your fingers start to get a little numb and you take home a selection and painstakingly try a little of everything with the bread and nothings right, nothing works.

You hiss in frustration before cutting a large chunk and wrapping it in wax paper and grabbing your keys.

You know you must look like a crazy person, stomping into the butchers and dropping the bread on the counter in front of the mountain of a man who works there, bottom half of his face covered by a black mask.

“I need help” you say shortly “I’ve tried the supermarket meats and it’s not right.”

He stares at you, shocked, confused, you can’t tell.

“Look you’re an expert right?” A slow nod. “Good. I’m fed up of having no good cafes so I’m gonna do it myself but I’m a novice at savoury, so taste that.”

You wave a hand irritably at the wax-paper wrapped focaccia “and please tell me what meat is supposed to go in it.”

There’s a beat, two, before callused hands are unwrapping the bread and tearing a chunk off, corner of the mask lifting to accommodate before being lowered.

A moan. “I know” you say, slightly smug “so I’m not putting it with mediocre fillings”

The man hums, swallowing, before turning to a leg of something along the back counter and cutting a thin slice, dropping it onto a paper plate before handing it to you.

“Try that” he rasps, you take the plate and try the meat, it’s salty, slightly smoky and so much better than whatever you brought from the supermarket and combinations throw themselves into your head.

You’re unaware of the butcher staring at you.

“How much will I need to make at least….four sandwiches?” You half ask, half demand.

“Bout 15 slices” he replies after a moments thought.

“Great, that then please” you say sweetly, “and you can keep the rest of the bread.” you add on when you’ve paid and have the wrapped meat in your hand before almost running out of the shop to get home.

Simon stares for a long time, before devouring the rest of the bread.

[littlefankingdom]

Am I the only one that doesn't really like the "Alfred is Jason's favorite in the family", especially because Alfred is classist (he views things associated with the lower classes as inferior, like street art and rock aren't real art to him and he shows disgust toward it) and probably believes in some elitist shit about behaviors and educations (which he tries to make the fam follow at the manor, with or without success depending on the day. Like, refusing to eat with them, putting a separation between himself and his family, that's some unhealthy elitist bs because he is "the help" and so cannot eat with the masters), while Jason is a street kid, so all this bs would hurt him. It's ironic how some people will be mad at Bruce because he said that Jason would have turn to crime without him, and that's classist (and could just be the writers' opinion. But also, it's a fact that the system forces extremely poor folks to do crimes to survive, because there's no other solutions. The kid is parentless, homeless and doesn't go to school, how is he supposed to survive?), but they don't say anything about all the classism Alfred has done through the years, because Alfred is this British posh "saint".

[celestial-sphere-press]

a NatGeo inspired bind

(and my first leather binding since Greece!)

had so much fun with this NatGeo mock up for a dust jacket (also first one I've designed!). peep underneath it for the LEATHER!

TWO pics of the endband this time to show off that headcap (it's not perfect but I'm pretty happy with how well I was able to pull the leather over the endband). plus a corner detail! bc I am satisfied with my paring job for the leather & the smoothness of my corner here.

natgeo inspiration continued into the inside spreads with tons of gorgeous Thomas Moran Yellowstone lithographs (11 total, but here are 3)!

& now we have reached the photo limit :(

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[oifaaa]

I agree with classist Alfred but I am always a believer in him hating Steph the most. Like when Tim was pissed at Bruce for telling Steph his identity Alfred was defending him with “oh you know he’s bad at communicating, and he takes secret identities very seriously yadda yadda yadda.” But in the Same Issue he tells Steph he blames her for upsetting Tim by being told his identity by Bruce (which I can’t state enough how little it was her fault, like she did try to find his identity in the past, but this was an entirely unrelated event where Bruce just straight up came up to her and told her) and he thinks it was a bad idea for Bruce to add her to the team.

I think for Alfred Steph and Jason are on the same level in the sense they're the lowest class out of all the bat children as such they both deserve the least respect especially compared to Tim who is himself from an upper class background

[wantonlywindswept]

time capsule alpha 17

okay so like we don't actually know what happened to Alpha-17 in the end, right?

it just says that 17 was critically injured by grievous and put on a medical transport to get treatment, and then not-dead ventress commandeered the ship and took off

so with critical injuries it's entirely possible that 17 was stuck into stasis or cryo until he could get help

and entirely probable that ventress got where she wanted and then fucked off, and the ship ended up stranded somewhere and forgotten

which means it is definitely possible that at some point after the fall of the empire, someone finds and patches up and revives 17, who has against all odds survived and is PISSED when he hears what the galaxy's been up to

and maybe kix has also been found much sooner and woken up and is living with a much more chill/brotherly boba on tatooine (go read Keeps Getting Harder to Find, it is glorious, don't be put off by the unfinished tag it ends at a good point)

and one day the doors of the throne room (are there doors? whatever) slam open and everyone on tatooine knows that daimyo fett fears neither sarlaac nor death but the sound he makes when a massive furious clone stomps into the room is maybe slightly possibly fear-adjacent

and kix doesn't even try to put up a front he just squeaks and ducks behind the throne

and alpha 17 surveys everyone in the room with a patented look of disgust and Judgement and bares his teeth in what might be considered a smile if you were concussed and goes

'my dear least favorite little older brother, what the FUCK is going on'

[meltedmush]

Keep making the Binghorse. We gotta ward off people from entering this fandom. We need to keep it pure. I fr don't want this fandom to become famous. I'm scared that there will be toxic fans left and right.

HAHA I absolutely understand the sentiment. I feel a bit contradictory since I want more people to appreciate SVSSS, but the at the same time I like small tight knit communities and I personally can’t handle large fandoms whatsoever. 😭

Although I do feel as though describing the SVSSS as pure is very funny for how lawless this fandom is. But behavior wise, it is definitely a very positive and supportive space!! I haven’t met anyone or seen anything unpleasant since I’ve entered the fandom. Albeit, it’s only been a few months since I’ve started interacting with the fandom, and over half a year since I first read SVSSS, so I have no clue what horror stories the SVSSS fandom has. (I honestly haven’t interacted with that many SVSSS fans tbh…. Even though I want to.)

In addition, funny enough, I feel as though the book almost acts as its own barrier of entry. SVSSS isn’t the type of book you can read once unless you’re good at reading against the grain and noticing all the nuances and subtext. I know the first time I read SVSSS, SVSSS disturbed and confused me so badly. I talked to a few other people who read SVSSS once, who said that LBH and SQQ’s relationship felt like Stockholm syndrome. But people who’ve read SVSSS several times will know, that is not the case, and that SQQ is an INSANELY UNRELIABLE narrator.

I honestly find it funny how effective Binghorse or all the other skin creatures is at filtering toxic fans.😂

There’s always a general reaction to the skin creatures: “Omg, cute!!”, “wtf, but I like it”, “wtf”. Or getting blocked, or death threats. (I haven’t received any…? I don’t think…? One message I received is definitely debatable since I can’t tell if it’s sarcastic or not….😭)

But regardless, I’ll definitely keep drawing Binghorse!!! It’s actually really enjoyable!

[immediatebreakfast]

So since Jonathan wrote letters at home, it was a letter to Peter Hawkins and the letter to Mina.

So from the amount of envelopes that he used, since Dracula is the one who is going to mail them, we can infer that Dracula has concluded that Jonathan has no family to seek him except his employer and whoever that Murray girl is.

Yep, through the whole 12th entry the Count practically extracted all of the information he needed to not so subtly tell Jonathan that he won't be leaving the castle alive, hell that no one, not even those two people he wrote will know if he died in the first place.

The questioning of having more than one solicitor, the further questioning on how to be more privy with information to do business, the announcement that Jonathan will stay one more month because it's the duty given by his "master, employer, what you will" (notice the wording, and how it alludes that Jonathan is not a employed person for money but an indentured servant first), and then the writing on the letters itself.

The means of psychological and physical intimidation that Dracula uses to get Jonathan to basically write the victorian equivalent of "everything is Alright, business is going well 👍" to three people, which to his delight end up being only two are very palpable in the whole scene. One of them is Mr. Hawkins! With Dracula's classist views on the working class, it would not be wrong to speculate that the Count thinks that Mr. Hawkins sees Jonathan as expendable as a titled noble person can see a peasant under their power, so Dracula probably asumes that he has an ally in his sleeve. The other one? An english woman's name, but at the end a woman, what can she do against him? Surely nothing.

On top of the material of the paper of said letters, thin almost transparent paper that does not shield snooping eyes from its contents. There is not privacy to write a letter, and there is no chance to code one either with the man literally standing with a hand on Jonathan's shoulder.

It's a entire scene tuned on the string of terror, and I say terror because it's the moment when Jonathan sees how the walls of the castle are closing down with the Count's hand. There are more solicitors to replace him, he can only write líes to two people who are miles away from him, and Dracula's has restricted his freedom once more to only his guest room as the constant nightly schedule makes Jonathan's imnsonia worse.

Then, there is the lizard fashion, the lizard fashion down the castle is a funny moment out of context, but as a finishing scene for the entry it's all around the last drop of water that spills on Jonathan's mental ability to process everything to the point of making pass out of sheer terror.

Imagine that, only writing to two people as your employer dancing around your own freedom smiles since he now knows that only an ever small fuzz will be done if you don't return to your home.

[normal-about-charcters]

These two pages work amazingly to show just how unfulfilling a "normal" life can be, as well as showing just how little either of them really know of whats "normal"

[preraphaelitepaintings]

The Awakening Conscience

Artist: William Holman Hunt (English, 1827–1910)

Date: 1853

Medium: Oil paint on canvas

Collection: Tate Britain, London, United Kingdom

Description

Inspired by the novels of Charles Dickens, William Holman Hunt shows an aristocratic man visiting a working-class woman, who lives in a flat he owns. The woman jumps up realising her home is a trap. The man’s gesture mimics that of the cat under the table, reaching for a bird as it tries to escape. The factory-produced textiles and carpets are a metaphor for the exploitative, commercial basis of the relationship. Hunt hoped to persuade the model, Annie Miller, of the dangers of dependence of this kind. Miller, a bar worker, became a successful Pre-Raphaelite model and married an aristocrat.