Wanna know what I love most about Mickey 17? It's completely unsubtle in its presentation and in a time where media literacy is in the gutter and literal fascism is coming back in, we need more of that. We need obvious class commentary, we need obvious pastiches of authoritarian demogogues, we need people outright saying to said pastiche that they're an idiot, we need said pastiche to get blown up and his entire movement collapse because subtlety no longer works. We need obvious, blatant revolutionary works in order for people to recall what all the subtle stuff was saying.
View between villages. Posting it here because apparently the YouTube video is unavailable in some regions agajsbs
For @creatingblackcharacters ’ Black History Month Challenge!
It is Wyll and Karlach having a drink at the reunion party, particularly when Wyll asks with awe if you can smell forest, after their long demon hunting spree in hell. Karlach is looking at Wyll wistfully twirling some blades of grass in her fingers.
This is dedicated to Black creators for making your art, despite the fandom racism stacked against you (not just this! In every one). Thank you for bringing pieces of your heart to this place, you deserve the carefree indulgence of fandoms, and they’re better for having you in it. <3
I just discovered foodtimeline.org, which is exactly what it sounds like: centuries worth of information about FOOD. If you are writing something historical and you want a starting point for figuring out what people should be eating, this might be a good place?
got flamed for saying i'd never draw gerry again so here u guys go i GUESS /lh
did you know they made paper out of fruits and vegetables? they are red radish and red apple
obsessed with simon and boring!reader as apartment neighbors.
you're sure your little lifestyle, which closely resembles that of an elderly woman, could be of no interest to your hulking, brooding punk of a neighbor. meanwhile, simon's always taking his phone calls from gaz and johnny, uncharacteristically loudly, nearly pressed against the wall that separates you. groaning about how he's tired of them invitin' him out to the club. too old for that shit. just want some damn peace- hoping you'll overhear and invite him in for tea and shows some day.