Reading Times, Pennsylvania, October 14, 1926

oh this is nothing that chewing my leg off like an animal stuck in a trap cant solve

joan baez performing 500 miles and harmonizing with the audience you will always be famous

I'm on the run with you, my sweet love [x]

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1816-1823 Henri-François Riesener - Portrait of a Mother with her Daughter

(Finnish National Gallery)

I edited together the clips of the NADDPod cast talking about fan reactions/backseat gaming from fans on the short rest this week because I feel like it’s something more people should hear.

Transcript:

Murph: So I don’t- I don’t venture into the comments very often– Caldwell: Oooh, shit Murph: –because I try to, um, y’know, stay sane. [Emily laughs] But I thought– I was like, you know what? The characters have joined the rebellion, there’s gonna be lots of fun discussion about, y’know, like– oh, so cool that they’re about Mothership and all this stuff, like… things are picking up!

[The audio cuts forward– Emily is in the middle of laughing as it picks back up, and continues to laugh in the background as Murph speaks] Murph: The top discussion of the episode, by far, is how bullshit the Callie Finale is. How unbalanced it is. That is the TOP thing. And– Caldwell, quietly: What the fuck? Emily: Well, the funny thing is, I– Callie Finale hadn’t come out yet, but I had seen how people were already complaining about Doom Blade, and I got rid of all my– I got rid of my two homebrew spells. [All overlapping] Murph: Yeah, Emily threw out her christmas present Emily: No more fucking– Murph: So you guys won. Caldwell: Are you fucking happy? Jake: You guys ruined fucking christmas. Murph: You ruined christmas. You ruined christmas. Emily: I mean Jake gets to– Jake– [The others stop talking, and it’s just Emily.] Jake still has access to them because I know that you will not hold him to the same fuckin standard that you hold me. Murph: It’s true. Yeah. 1,000 points of damage Hardwon is fine. Emily: And in fact, if there had been a Calder finale, you all would’ve been like– Murph: It would’ve been fine. [Overlapping, sarcastically.] Emily: Aww, so much growth. Caldwell: Such growth. Murph: Such growth. So powerful. Emily: I’m so proud of this boy who has literally been playing as much [laughs] D&D as the girl. Murph: Lemme continue my beef of the week– Emily: So it’s all gone. No more– Caldwell: Oh we’re halfway through the fillet. Murph: They’re all gone. They’re all gone. The beef of the week will continue though. The beef continues. [Murph on his own, more seriously.] So I agree that getting 30 HP from it was too much. I would not have done that again. ‘Cause that’s what happens. You make judgement calls. Caldwell: Are you saying that a DM can… change rulings? After an episode? Murph: I’m saying that just ‘cause I said it the one time does not mean we’re going to cheese and fucking break the game fo– like, I have a hundred and forty some odd episodes out there. And people somehow, still, I need to prove myself every week that I’m not a dumbass. Every week people are like “this is the end of the show I guess. I guess he just gave her something where she just gets 40 HP for free!” No. No. What are you talking about? [Caldwell, Emily, and Jake laugh in the background as Murph speaks.] Caldwell: I’m wondering if I could join the beef real quick?

[The audio cuts again, once again picking up as Emily is in the middle of laughing. She continues to laugh as Caldwell speaks.] Caldwell: There were people like– criticizing Callie for like– sexualizing Sol? And like, speculating that I was uncomfortable with it?? [Everyone laughs.] Murph, incredulous: Speculating that you were uncomfortable?! [Overlapping; Murph’s following lines are said at a yell, distant from the microphone so it’s not overwhelmingly loud.] Murph: You got fucked through a bag?! You have had sex. On this show. Through a BAG. Caldwell: Dog, I– Let me just say right now, I am 35. I have a mortgage. Murph: This is a FROG. Caldwell: I own a RAV-4. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me. Murph, more quietly: Oh my god. Jake: Woah you own that RAV-4?

[The audio cuts forward again.] Jake: –The idea that like, we’re suffering at the table when we record, the four of us, and it’s up to the audience at the end of the week to be like– Murph: –to decide if– Emily: –to protect Jake and Caldwell? Jake: –”hey I noticed, actually”– like, we’re totally good. Caldwell: We’re fine. Murph: Yeah, this is an edited– Jake: I’m having the time of my life. The happiest I am is after– is like– either right after or during our recording sessions. Murph: Yeah, we’re just buds, guys. Emily: We are just really good friends having a lot of fun with like, a deep mutual respect. And that’s why the show is fun to make. And that’s why you don’t need to protect them. Murph: The beef– Caldwell: I feel like all the comments should just be like– “Wow, check out these buds!” Murph: Yeah: check out the buds!

End of Transcript.

forget the invitations, floral arrangements, and bread makers

sam/bucky | alternate universe (bake off au) | 2.8k words | rated g

“I should’ve known you were scheming,” says Sam, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to curb his grin. “You’ve been way too agreeable this week.” “I’ve never schemed a day in my life,” says Bucky. Sam and Bucky sneak away from a party, sign some papers, and settle some debts.

Springtime in Louisiana means that the sun tends to linger in the evenings. It’s always beautiful, the sky a riot of pinks and oranges, but it’s still less-than-ideal light to navigate by. To be fair, Sam’s pretty sure he could pick his way around the Wilson house with his eyes closed if he wanted to, but he’d rather not do it in dress shoes and a tailored suit.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Sam,” AJ says again, leading the way as they leave the dance floor behind. “It’s just that Uncle Bucky asked us to handle it and I don’t want to disappoint him on such a big day.”

“I’m not sure Bucky could ever be disappointed in either one of you,” Sam says.

AJ makes a considering noise. “We got pretty close that time Cass said he liked Chicago style pizza.”

( read the rest on AO3 )

MISS CONGENIALITY 2000 — dir. Donald Petrie

reblog to give the person you reblogged it from a good night’s sleep (maybe)(please)(I’m begging the universe)

i did not babygirlify that man. look at him. he’s doing it all himself.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay

underrated part of petting a cat is when you reach over their head to scratch their back and they bonk their head on ur arm

that’s the stuff………………