(sorry if this has already been done, I haven't seen it)
cried a lot y'all
Yo I feel like the idea that the only historical women who counted are the ones who defied society and took on the traditionally male roles is… not actually that feminist. It IS important that women throughout history were warriors and strategists and politicians and businesswomen, but so many of us were “lowly” weavers and bakers and wives and mothers and I feel like dismissing THOSE roles dismisses so many of our mothers and grandmothers and great-grandmothers and the shit they did to support our civilization with so little thanks or recognition.
OH NO its happening! *shifts into monk mode* *gregorian chants fill the hall*
Fruit dove appreciation post! These are my favourite kind of bird, they look like they were painted💖
I had to show my lockscreen it’s glorious
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This interview and photoshoot of Joey are both so lovely. It’s nice to have a glimpse into the thought process behind the music they put out, and how he spends his time when he’s not witchering around! The only con to reading this is that every time I learn more about this man, I just fall deeper into the pit of being obnoxiously in love with him, which is not great for attempting to be a functioning normal human being.
This tweet lives rent-free in my head now. Hands-down the best comment about the relationship between art and artist.
I get so much cute aggression over season 3 Steve, I just wanna smush his face real bad cos he’s so fucking CUTE AND PRETTY
I have genuinely never cried at a fic as much as I did at this one. I feel fucking raw and open
I know its 3 AM and God willing no one is currently on this website looking for fic recommendations but if you are, I have GOT to recommend the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that its you by greatunironic on ao3.
Steddie ship, set 16 years after s4, and truly some of the most incredible prose I have ever read. You want to think about what it means to grieve and sob your eyes out? Boy howdy is this the fic for you! You want to see your fav characters get happy lives all grown up? Well besties here it is! You want to read one of the most beautifully described sex scenes that is so delicate and light it almost completely veers away from being explicit to break your heart in a gentle way? HERE. YOU. GO. I will literally be thinking about the fic for the rest of my life. god damn. “Grief and growth live hand in hand, Steve.”