Princess of darkness and crows.

Shortest reviews presents:

The Incredibly True Adventure Of Two Girls In Love (1995)

RANDY DEAN, MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY DARLING

Hes so cute 😍

adding to my list of things I didn't know I needed until I saw it:

Dagger On Butch Women, 1994

☠️ punk butch / teddy bear butch 🧸

happy pride month! this is also me testing gl@ze for the first time lol

(as usual, posted early on ptrn)

1950s Butch-Femme wedding, seen in Before Stonewall (1984)

HERE IT IS!!!!!💅🏽✨✨✨❤️❤️🥺🥺 Jaytim college au piece I did for the codered zine 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

Some close ups!!❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰

My fav tiny details 🥺🥺 Tim being in computer science for his major and minor in photography while Jason is majoring in literature also I love Jason Hispanic stole for his cap and gown it gave me trouble but it was cute in the end 🥺 I want to make em into stickers lol

Anyways hope y’all like it 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

Why did this scene awaken something in me

We were DEPRIVED of seeing Hiccup smithing in the other two movies😭 Imagine post-puberty Hiccup hammering a sword. It’s not a want…it’s a need.

Hey peoples! I got bored and got really into thinking about ships (as one does), specifically httyd ships (as one does.) I know httyd isn’t about romance persay however I really vibe/fw the ships in the shows and movies.

If you wanna read and add your thoughts in or argue with me about your favorite ship (As long as it’s respectful!) feel free to do so!

K so I was going to have this set up all fancy and stuff but I don’t really think that it’s possible. So here’s the thing I was teasing earlier. A small manifesto of how about ships in httyd (a couple crossovers here or there) in (hopefully) a short amount of detail (I doubt it though)

Long post ahead that’s all my opinions! I won’t ship blast or anything tho! Bc I don’t believe in that! Live and let ship people!!

Kisses I want to write about:

Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each other’s arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between. “I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. “We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck. “Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. “You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, A’s lips pressed to B’s temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of “no, no, no.” Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (“no. No, stay awake—“), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, I’m right here”).

There WAS a sit-in in a different bathroom in the Capitol on the literal same day, two of them happening simultaneously actually, one of men (mostly trans men) outside the women's bathroom and one of trans women inside the bathroom.

We can do multiple things, y'know? One of which isn't trying to "shoot up" one of the most secure places on the planet. Also you're hiding shit in the tags, you're significantly more of a coward than any of the people in this video.

How is this protest any less valid than an "actual" sit-in? Because there is joy? Because there is dancing? Because the oppressed are expressing anything but dour resignation?

Invention of a Feminist Sound Bite

by Alix Kates Shulman

December 24, 2001

“IF I CAN’T DANCE I DON’T want to be in your revolution,” said Emma Goldman.

Or did she? Perhaps she said, “If 1 can’t dance I don’t want to be part of your revolution,” as my purple T-shirt claims under a picture of Emma looking demure in a widebrimmed hat. Or was it rather, “If I can’t dance to it, it’s not my revolution,” as the quote appears in a 1983 Passover Haggadah?

In fact, though the sentiment is indeed Emma Goldman’s, she wrote none of the above, notwithstanding that each of these versions and more have been attributed to her on buttons, posters, banners, T-shirts, bumper stickers, and in books and articles, for nearly twenty years. Here, rather, is what she did say, in her 1931 autobiography Living My Life:

To quote Emma Goldman in her 1931 autobiography:

"At the dances I was one of the most untiring and gayest. One evening a cousin of Sasha, a young boy, took me aside. With a grave face, as if he were about to announce the death of a dear comrade, he whispered to me that it did not behoove an agitator to dance… My frivolity would only hurl the Cause. I grew furious at the impudent interference of the boy. I told him to mind his own business, I was tired of having the Cause constantly thrown into my face. I did not believe that a Cause which stood for a beautiful ideal, for anarchism, for release and freedom from conventions and prejudice, .should demand the denial of life and joy. . . If it meant that, I did not want it."

The amount of people nowadays that scoff at EVERYTHING. “Don’t vote for that candidate they’re not perfect!” “Don’t protest like that!” Like. At this point I’m positive y’all don’t even want change y’all just wanna be angry at someone and feel morally superior. Cause protesting? And voting? Those are our first two options. Also considering how people reacted during the riots that happened during the 2020 BLM protests I think y’all would see even THAT and go “No you’re doing violence wrong” y’all are just anti progress and it’s time to sit with yourselves and realize that at this point. I bet if y’all existed during Stonewall you would be like “They threw the bricks wrong”

Dear butches,

You are not second place to a man. You are not an experiment, a backup plan, or a shameful secret. You are someone's first choice and she will love you, all of you, as you are. She will treat you like a serious and equal partner, she will be proud to be with you, and your love will see the light of day 🧡

being a fan of a female fictional character is like yes im in love with her soulfully and carnally but i am ALSO her defence attorney her ambassador her pr manager her representative her missionary her right hand arm man her silly rabbit. her scholar her explainer the last man standing in her army. phd in explaining her nuance and depth priesthood in her church. could i be talking about other things?? move on?? maybe!!! were i not the animated suit of armor in her temple bound to protect her for eternity

Washington Square park, New York 1970 - Ellen Shumsky

jenny shimizu talking about madonna:

She spotted me on a casting video and called me out of the blue, she asked me to dinner and I went to her house. nothing happened that night, but we both felt an immediate attraction. Then two days later I went back to a party and instantly we both knew that we'd end up in bed together. from the age of 14 I'd watched her videos and thought, ‘I'm going to have sex with that gorgeous woman one day.' and that night my fantasy came true—again and again and again. For hours we explored each other's bodies, kissing every inch. Far from the domineering, sex-crazed woman many think she is, I found her a very gentle lover. It wasn't about whips and chains. Madonna wanted someone she could trust to call when she wanted pleasuring right there and then. I was her secret ‘booty call' available any time of the day or night for secret sex sessions. One time she was doing her Girlie Show tour in Paris and I was in Germany on a photo shoot but she was so desperate to see me she booked me on a flight and demanded I go to her room at the Ritz. I was happy to oblige— this woman exuded raw sex appeal and I couldn't get enough of her. At 2am we met in her room as ordered and by 4am I was off, after two hours of slow, passionate sex. That was always how it was. we both gave each other what we wanted till we were satisfied, then I'd leave. It wasn't about an emotional bond, it was about taking each other to the heights of sexual ecstasy.