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Picasso almost ended Dora Maar's career, convincing her, when they were a couple, to quit photography because he was intimidated by her talent. There is a long list of artists suppressed by the petty hacks of European modernist movements, and a longer list of female innovators erased from public memory. Leonora Carrington and Dorothea Tanning met similar resistance; Andre Breton and Dalí both also being misogynistic megalomaniacs who vanguarded surrealism from women; Henry Miller writing to Anaïs Nin that her stories were garbage and should be disregarded, only for her to discover whole sections copied word for word in his novels years later, all while she financed his existence.
Francoise Gilot finally gets an exhibition after this hack successfully ruined her chances of success as an artist while she lived, and her name is still omitted.
Rebecca Solnit suggests that the fact that the question "what is your mother's maiden name?" is often used for security measures is a meaningful indicator of the extent of women's erasure. What's in a name? A lot. If one's claim of one's own name meant nothing then colonisers wouldn't need to strip them from the colonised, and men wouldn't need to erase them in marriage, from history books and from reportage.
via Freyja Howls
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Everything is like “QUEER history” and “List of QUEER young adult books” or “Top 10 QUEER movies” and queer this and queer that and for the love of god please just say LGBT.
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• “La liberté guidant le peuple” by Eugène Delacroix
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• “13th attempt to break the Gaza blockade by sea”. Photo by Mustafa Hassouna (Andalou Agency for Getty)
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somehow the poor cops who we were told are simply too understaffed and underpaid because of Woke to deal with 'rampant rising crime' have found the strength to beat the shit out of college students across the whole country for peacefully saying "divest from the country killing innocent palestinians in the tens of thousands"
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https://campusbailfunds.com/
Bail funds for kids who got arrested protesting for Palestine. Spread this shit like a wildfire. If you can’t donate that’s fine boost this so it can find people who can
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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)
Reblog to increase sample size!
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Isn't it funny how this is almost canon?
Inspired by this post.
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I love love love the moment in Gideon the Ninth where the Third challenges the Sixth in a clearly unfair move, and Gideon, half-on-instinct, still faking a vow of silence, simply unsheathes her sword, at which Harrow doesn't miss a beat and says her "The Ninth House will represent the Sixth House" line, while Gideon just smiles.
In Gideon's head this is "I am not standing for this shit anymore. For the love of God, Harrow, please understand what I'm doing and back me up here. Oh thank fuck you've got it. I'm so happy I could kiss you."
In Harrow's head this appears to be "For fuck's sakes, Nav, what do you think you're doing. Ok, think. Can't give anything away. Have to project unity, but fuck you, Griddle, for making me do this."
But for everyone else this is the legendary, mysterious, terrifying, bone magicians of the Ninth House, with no warning, stepping between the Sixth and the Third. The skull-faced cavalier who hasn't said a single word simply drawing her sword. The shockingly powerful and inscrutable necromancer matter-of-factly declaring an alliance that no-one, even the supposed allies, knew about. The sinister smirk on the cavalier's face. And the line from Harrowhark: "Death first to vultures and scavengers."
I love it so much and I love additionally the moment that this sets up in the climax, which is essentially the same emotional beat, the key changes being 1) both Harrow and Gideon have become open and vocal with each other; 2) both Harrow and Gideon are working together consciously as well as instinctively; 3) their opponents don't back down so they follow through. "Nav, show them what the Ninth House does." "We do bones, motherfucker."
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Every day those skeleton lesbians are on my dash beating the shit out of each other or making out or playing mario kart. I don't even know what kind of media the locked tomb is. Is it a tv series? A collection of plushies? A webcomic? A limited edition beverage with an oddly detailed lore behind it? Perchance. All of these questions and more could be solved by a simple google search, yet I kind of like having something that I have no context for - or understanding of - cross my dash occasionally. Adds a bit of spice. McGriddle and Shark? I hope they get gay married. I hope this isn't a queerbaiting situation or whatever. I hope they have lots of skeleton babies and their coffee shop continues to thrive. I hope they finally kill the onceler.
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even the iron still fears the rot🗡️💀⛓️
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Bro, my unyielding loyalty towards you is totally normal and healthy, I swear. It's just that it's definitely my duty to rip out your enemies throats with my bare teeth. You are the love of my life and I am your most valuable tool. Each night, I fantasize about dying in your arms, covered in blood, and then I close my eyes one final time, satisfied because I can feel your fingers on my face as I take my last breath. Haha anyways
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I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.
Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.
just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?
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griddlehark, in bed the kiss
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