I went outside to the real world and there was nuance. it was fucking terrifying stay safe y'all

Lake in Tapolca, Hungary

Hungarian vintage postcard, mailed to Budapest

just encountered a spider so big I very seriously considered downloading tinder exclusively to find a man to come over and move it outside

Flower spray on a brooch fitting, including artificial orange blossom and heather, of wax and fabric, part of a wedding outfit worn by Mrs F.B. Stevens in 1940, bought at Jenners, Edinburgh

Image © National Museums Scotland

The thing I’ve realized about self deprecation recently is that if someone is stuck in a hole and you want to help them get out it’s generally a bad idea to throw rocks at them and for years I was both the person stuck in the hole and one of the people throwing rocks

Empress Eugenie Surrounded by Her Ladies-In-Waiting by Franz Xaver Winterhalter, 1855.

A silver and Montrose agate sweetheart brooch shaped as a fouled anchor, Schotland, 1880

I might just be extremely in my thirties now but I simply cannot take any sort of fandom discourse anymore. I barely could before but I am at maximum capacity. just… just watch the thing and enjoy it or whatever, be nice to each other, isn’t life hard enough

im obsesed with costume designing willas tyrell and oberyn martell. i'd give oberyn a red/bruised purple/black dupatta with snake and subtle dragon motifs (fire and blood and all that). otherwise, dripping in rubies (i know it's a bolton thing, but i'm obsessed with the bleeding spear). and willas just has to match margaery tyrell's first wedding dress, thorns and all.

if Broadway doesn’t want bootlegs floating around then they need to get their act together and make legal recordings.  you can say all you want that theater is meant to be enjoyed live, but the fact of the matter is not everybody can get to NYC to go to a Broadway show.  not everybody can afford to take the time off of work and buy a plane ticket to NYC and buy a night in a hotel AND get the ticket to the show.  people want to see the shows, that’s why there’s a bootleg market in the first place, but it’s unreasonable to expect that everyone has the time, money, and ability to make it out to the one place in the world to see something on Broadway, especially if it’s a limited engagement.  so record that shit, slap some subtitles on it, and sell it so we can buy it legally.

Jean-Marc Nattier (French, 1685-1766)

Portrait de Madame Louise

The way that Dracula started subtly at first but he's been slowly and lovingly stripping the agency away from Jonathan every single day for weeks and weeks taking away his sleep his personal space his privacy destroying his belongings gaslighting him making him isolate himself from loved ones making him seek refuge from danger in Dracula's mercy and now taking away not just his means of communication but his very identification. The way that everything that once made him Jonathan Harker now belongs to Count Dracula. The way that his name isn't even his own anymore so he might as well forget it