Get lost between heaven and hell in the last “True Detective” essay you ever need to read.
As soon as I finished watching Winter Soldier I was mentally screaming “I NEED TO DRAW HIS ROBO ARM COVERED IN GRAFFITI INSTEAD OF TATTOOS” and so here is Punk!Winter Soldier, who also has some Steve/WWII inspired tattoos on his other arm… either Hydra got lazy and didn’t have them removed, or this is a post-movie Bucky, who is slowly adding more tattoos as he begins to remember more and excuse me I need a minute. Also is that a target on the assassins back or Caps Shield??? Either way, man.
Punk!Black Widow to go with Punk!Winter Soldier.
It’s been years since I’ve studied Latin so I probably butchered it, but you can’t see the full phrases anyway, but her back is supposed to say “Trust No One” and “Believe Nothing” while the Russian shoooouuuld say “remember”.
Jean Cocteau and his lover and lifelong friend, the actor Jean Marais (1939).
my current sexuality is Gerard Way in tight pants being handcuffed and slammed roughly against things
I did a thing. It’s about environment & health & social justice intersections in St. Louis. And is pretty relevant to the Students Against Peabody protest. Gooo check it out.
Grimoire Decor via Tokyo Telephone
Grimoire Almadel: Map
Grimoire Original: Map
Raúl Esparza as Master of Ceremonies in the revival of Cabaret
peter gets his birds back he gets new spring lambs and ruddy little goats, he learns how to make cheese and pay his bills on time because the county falls all over itself making sure he gets the help he needs. his next social worker is a woman. she’s from louisiana she has dreads down to her waist and skin like florida soil and she tells him about growing up on a horse ranch. someone makes sure he has good clothes and washes his hair. he gets his teeth checked out. he gets his prescriptions filled. the swallows come back to the barn. the starlings start nesting in the walls. and one day she pushes some information on horse rescue towards him and he takes it, cockeyed and twisted, but he reads every word.
this show is at its best when it talks about personhood and compassion and victims and last night it was about victims and how it doesn’t matter how able-bodied or minded you are it doesn’t matter how damaged because good is good and compassion and identity are bone deep and can’t be pried out of you with a hammer or dead women. this show is at its best when the people inside it are frightened and small but strong and immovable and they get to cry and fight back and the weapons they use are their own faith and integrity
(they can shoot you they can always shoot you. they can frighten you very badly and hurt you even worse, but you are hoofpicks and woodstoves you are warm horse smell and taking care of hurt birds; that can’t be gnawed out of you)