unregardless:

How come in movies with apocalyptic situations there’s always graffiti everywhere like “god save us” and “this is the end” like who the fuck has time for that put your can of spray paint away jimmy and get in the fucking van we’re trying to evacuate

ladycarolamb:

book-hoarder:

laurenslove:

polytropic-liar:

bathsabbath:

culturallyrelevanturl:

susiephone:

astra-lux:

Not enough people talk about the fact that Leonardo da Vinci was gay. Like, he’s literally the father of modern technology and one of the smartest human beings to ever live and I never ever learned in school that he was gay. 

If all the LGBT people are as “DOOMED” as the bible thumpers think we are, hell, at least we’re in good company. 

I was about to say I can’t believe I didn’t know this

and then I remembered the American education system

Yes, I can fucking believe I didn’t know this.

But yeah. Leonardo da Vinci was gay. Pass it on.

Leo painted a picture of his lover as Jesus and that’s the image we use today

Oh man that is sad. I’m sorry your teachers are failing you.

Some Leonardo facts you should tattoo on your heart:

• He was actually convicted for sodomy at age 24, but the allegations were dropped for lack of testimony. The charges affected him immensely, as he was by all means, a very private person.
• Da Vinci’s models for Christ are unknown. The claim that he depicted his lover as Jesus most likely arose from the bullshit about Cesare Borgia being the inspiration for White Jesus™ combined with the allegations that Leonardo and Cesare were lovers…There is little to no support for these claims. However, it’s speculated his lover Gian Giacomo Caprotti was the model for his St. John the Baptist.
  
• He was universally beloved (minus Michelangelo lollll), like the nicest, funniest, gentlest, handsomest man you’d ever meet. He was generous beyond words, treated everyone equally, and loved to play pranks.
• He was also fuckin’ ripped. It was rumored he could bend a horseshoe in half with his bare hands.
  
• Often wore pink and other vibrant colors.
• Rumored to sleep approx. 2 hours a night.
• Was left-handed and ambidextrous. He was dyslexic, possibly had ADD, and suffered from frequent paranoia.
  
• He was his own worst critic and often destroyed his work. He still left behind over 13k journal pages, filled with sketches and so many dick jokes.
  
• His last words were: “I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.”
  
• Would buy caged animals from the market just to set them free. He was allegedly a vegetarian.
  
• For a time he kept a pet lizard and made him a custom set of wings and horns. He would routinely scare the shit out of people with his ‘dragon.’
• My all time fave: While staying in the Vatican he would invite guests into a residential room which had been filled with cleaned/dried animal intestines that he had sewn together. He fastened a bellows to the end of the intestines and proceeded to inflate them. Onlookers were so excited to see DaVinci’s new ”invention” that they didn’t even realize this asshole was just blowing up a giant balloon and pinning them to the wall holy shit I love him so much.
  

Where is the musical. Lin-Manuel Miranda, fix this.

Other important historical Gays.

I fricken love this man. PLS WRITE THIS MUSICAL LMM

Psst it’s theorized that the reasoning behind da Vinci not being invited to fresco the Sistine Chapel/Vatican apartments–while literally every other Italian painter of merit was basically–had to do with his being unable to finish A N Y T H I N G which I find hilarious. Also, the Borgia = Jesus bit was bullshit as da Vinci was up and working WELL before he ever interacted with Cesare and it’s unlikely that he liked him much so pls banish that non-theory forever.

Speaking of LGBT Italian painters, Michelangelo was definitely not straight. Was he gay? He had super complicated feelings towards men and the debate about whether or not he was asexual or gay will go on forever but suffice to say women were not his thing. A little sadder than da Vinci but the more you know.

Donatello was VERY likely to be gay or bisexual. (More likely to be gay.) Look at his glorious bronze David for one of the best examples of homoerotic artwork to EVER. In fact, Donatello was possibly a part of a neoplatonic school of thought that advocated homosexual male love over heterosexual love–it was so prevalent in Florence at the time of Donatello’s life (15th century) that Florence was basically “that gay town” in Italy.

Caravaggio had a weird, tragic life–mostly his fault–but he was also brilliant and pretty damn bi. The model for his “Sacrifice of Isaac” was likely his male lover, while the model for his “Madonna of Loreto” among other madonna works was probably Lena, a prostitute he had a relationship with.

danielodowd:

tinomargosteenkamp

bansheellydia:

“It’s more fun to break the rules than to follow them.”

kuranossuke:

6:23 am

deansass:

deansass:

YOUR DRAGON NAME

• last two letters of your first name
  
• middle two letters of your last name
  
• first two letters of your mother’s name
  
• last letter of your father’s name

mine would be Urlelan. Reblog and tag this with yours!

I am now the mother of 100k+ dragons. Hell yea.

alisayamin:

applehemmings:

mrv3000:

Imagining a story in your head:

Writing down the story:

As a writer, I can confirm this.

Thank you for the visual aid of every story I ever wrote

thefrankattack:

justcallmephel:

tessaviolet:

blua:

#IT’S REAL AND LOOKS TINY BECAUSE OF THE SHORT FOCAL LENGTH

I can’t brain this. They look like miniatures.

this lens will cost you your arms, your legs, and your grand kids.

can’t brain this

skeletree:

hungrylikethewolfie:

inkdot:

This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.

A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and wanted some tips on how to make the most of her wardrobe in a fashion culture which deliberately puts her body at a disadvantage.

Her first question for him was this: how do celebrities make a plain white t-shirt and a pair of weekend jeans look chic?  She always assumed it was because so many celebrities have, by nature or by design, very slender frames, and because they can afford very expensive clothing.  But when she watched What Not To Wear, she noticed that women of all sizes ended up in cute clothes that really fit their bodies and looked great.  She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success.  So - what gives?

His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrity’s body, including their outfits when they’re out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear.  Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles.  He pointed out that historically, up until the last few generations, the vast majority of people either made their own clothing or had their clothing made by tailors and seamstresses.  You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on.  Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered.  He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individual’s widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit.  That’s how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps can’t ever find a pair that doesn’t gape here or ride up or slouch down or have about four yards of extra fabric here and there.

I knew that having dresses and blazers altered was probably something they were doing, but to me, having alterations done generally means having my jeans hemmed and then simply living with the fact that I will always be adjusting my clothing while I’m wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things don’t fit right, and the world is just unfair that way.  I didn’t think that having everything tailored was something that people did. 

It’s so obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t know this.  But no one ever told me.  I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your “problem areas” and avoiding horizontal stripes.  No one told me that Jennifer Aniston is out there wearing a bigger size of Ralph Lauren t-shirt and having it altered to fit her.

I sat there after I was told this story, and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where I’ve succeeded and failed.  I thought about all the times I’ve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it’s supposed to.  No one told me that it wasn’t supposed to.  I guess I just didn’t know.  I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn’t fit.

I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are “wrong,” who can’t find a good pair of work trousers, who can’t fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn’t mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.

I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.

So, I have to take that and sit with it for a while.  But in the meantime, I thought perhaps I should post this, because maybe my friend, her friend, and I are the only clueless people who did not realise this, but maybe we’re not.  Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldn’t find a cute pair of jeans, and didn’t know why.

This post is one of those things that I will reblog every time it appears on my dash.  This is so important, and no one ever tells you about it.

I almost didn’t read this but then I did and I’m really glad that I did.