deathlydelicious:

Ok guys, we need to talk about J.C.Leyedecker, and how its a fucking travesty that no one has made a film about him yet.

So Leyendecker was an illustrator during the 1910′s-1940′s. His work was absolutely gorgeous and highly ubiquitous at the time, and his llustrations for the Arrow shirt company created one of the most iconic images of male beauty of the early 20th century. But this icon came with a delicously romantic twist.

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So this image of The Arrow Man was both incredibly macho and well built, but also ethereally pretty and dapper. But the model who the drawing was based on cropped up in A LOT of Leyendeckers work. In many he was engaged in casual social scenes with other men, in others he was shaving in the bathroom or getting dressed, broad shouldered, skin glistening, dark blond hair perfectly in place, jaw sharp as a fucking shovel, but with a slightly rounded chin. In one ad for war bonds he even appeared as the statue of liberty. This same man appeared in hundrereds of drawings, each with the same sharp care and attention to detail which makes looking at him almost feel voyeristic. 

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So this mans image is EVERYWHERE during the early 20th century, and he is a fashion/lifestyle icon for men on par with the female gibson girl. He was the celebrated symbol of male strength, virility, and power. 

And man who modeled for Leyendecker’s iconic univerally adored macho man? That would be his lover, Charles Beach.  

so all this gorgeously homoerotic artwork defined the image of hyper macho masculinity during the interwar period. Leyendecker painted Beach onto the face of the world, that was his love letter. He basically immortalised the love of his life by making the whole world adore him as much as he did.

Leyendecker’s work would go on to influence the likes of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Norman Rockwell. After his death in 1951, when people figured out that the unmarried man he’d been drawing and living with for decades, right up until the time of his death, was actually his lover, Leyendecker’s name has sadly been pushed out of the history books in favour of more wholesome characters.

And that fucking sucks

I would like to request a full length movie, with all the jazz era glamour and steamy romance that this genius deserved. During a time when homosexual men where thought of as weak deviants, this man not only had the nerve to use his lover as the model for all his great works, but he made him into the STANDARD of what it was to be a man. 

J.C. Leyendecker and Charles Beach deserve your rememberance. 

theotherguysride:

introspectivenavelgazer:

sayitwithsarcophilus:

wagnetic:

kevystel:

kevystel:

kevystel:

kevystel:

i will write a show and call it watson. holmes will be a black british guy and john will be chinese and they will kiss at the end of the first episode

feat. john taking every opportunity to go ‘trust me, i’m a doctor’ and sherlock yelling after him ‘i’m a doctor too! i have a phd in ancient greek!’

an adaptation in which they have actually been roommates since college and so instead of watching them meet for the first time we jump straight to the bickering boyfriends dynamic

i will fully admit that i haven’t read acd’s novels in forever but i seem to recall that holmes is canonically really good at boxing and stuff so please take a second to imagine this tiny chinese med student with messy hair and dark circles rolling up his sleeves all ready to take on a bunch of blokes twice his size at the pub

and sherlock is like ‘i don’t want to do this but you leave me no choice’ and just picks him up and puts him over his shoulder ala terry jeffords and rosa diaz while john is going ‘PUT ME DOWN SHERLOCK’

‘IT’S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD’

‘PUT ME DOWN I’M GOING TO FIGHT THEM’

‘YOU’LL THANK ME LATER’

5000000/10 would watch!

Watson and Holmes.

Totally in favor of this

*slams the reblog button with my entire heart and soul* 

I AM HERE FOR THIS! 

thehappysatan:

This is me.
I am fat.
I am fit.
And I am a badass, apparently.

I know whoever’s following me is here for art, but bear with me. This is important to me.

I’ve never seen myself portrayed as this cool fighter in the photo – so the fact that this is me, is a revelation to me.
This photo was taken as part of an article about plus-sized women who work out for fun, not for weight loss. It’s an interesting article; it reviews recent scientific studies debunking myths about fat bodies, and includes interviews with 3 other women besides myself. It’s in Hebrew, though; here’s a LINK.

I started practicing in Abada Capoeira 4 years ago.
All these four years, I’ve been constantly struggling with crippling insecurities and self doubt, every single practice. But my struggles are working out for me. It’s slowly sinking in, that being fat doesn’t stop me from doing anything – I stop me from doing things.
After all, just like everyone else in western culture – I was taught that fat people can’t do things. And I’ve always been fat.

I’ve spent most of my life worrying about food, dieting, and forcing myself to exercise. It was clear to me that I, a fat person, could never take pleasure in sports, so I never sought out a pleasurable experience in my workouts.

At some point, I became sick of torturing my body and my brain with haunting thoughts about food, with my seesawing weight and the depression following the inevitable weight gain.
And I decided to give up.
I quit my gym subscription. I quit the weight watchers thing I had been part of.
I just existed with my body and tried to be ok with it.

I wasn’t. My body’s always been a useless lump attached to my brain, holding me back. Giving up didn’t change that.

My best friend had started taking capoeira classes. He’d been raving about this awesome sport for a few months, about how nice and communal and friendly it was. How creative and fun. He made it sound awesome. And I decided I’d take a venture outside my comfort zone, and give it a shot.
My friend was highly skeptical. He knew that I was a proud couch potato, knew how much I hated working out – and capoeira is an intense fucking workout!

But I tried it, and it was so hard, and so painful – but most of the time I didn’t even notice, because my big strong brain was getting a workout, too. And suddenly, I could do a one-handed cartwheel! I felt like a superhero!

My friend stopped going a short while after I had started. But I stayed. Not because I was forcing myself, not because I had a goal. I stayed because I just liked being there. I liked the process, I liked the progress, I liked the people, I liked the person it turned me into. I did it for fun.

And that’s my revelation for you guys – working out can be so much fun, even if you’ve always hated it. You just haven’t found the thing that engages you, yet. Get creative! Go outside your comfort zone! Try something no one expects from you! And forget about your dumb goals! Just have fun!

So now I’m still fat. And I’m finally cool with it.

Took me 30 years of living, but I’ve finally realized that my body isn’t a thing to be looked at. It’s a tool for me to use. A powerful tool. And it’s mine; I live inside of it.

And when I give it a chance – it never ceases to amaze and surprise me.

That’s it, bye.

Fall Out Boy today! I did three runs – all of The Mighty Fall(3m32s), all of Thriller(3m29s), and all of Thnks fr th Mmrs(3m23s). I could have probably gone for the full 8kms, because my ride was late, but I couldn’t have known that so I stopped after my third run at 6.75km.

Today’s Music – Save Rock And Roll and Infinity On High by Fall Out Boy
Today’s Weight – 72.4kg

Then Chicken Caesar Salad for dinner. Actual serving size was about twice that size, but I forgot to take a picture until I’d eaten a bunch. Yes, I know that’s enormous, but I’d never made it before and didn’t realise the volume until we plated up. Balance of ingredients was good, though, so I just have to make a half-portion of everything next time. 😀

makishimashoogo:

automatomicatomaton:

maybemarietumbls:

adigitalmagician:

angels-smoking-cigarettes:

mother-of-jackson:

terffighter:

p2ep:

rated-r-for-grantaire:

biidkyloren:

fnaf-against-cgl:

Dear Terfs, 

You’re not allowed to watch the Matrix or any of it’s follow up movies. You’re not allowed to watch anything made by the Wachowski sisters. Why you might ask? Because the Wachowski sisters are trans women and we all know how you feel about them. If you like Super Jail you’re not allowed to watch that either.

Would anyone else like to add to the list of things Terfs aren’t allowed to watch and like?

~Mod Purple Guy

I just learned the CEO of sirius XM radio is a trans woman

Meowth in the Pokémon Anime was voiced by a trans women (Maddie Blaustein)
TERFS can’t watch Pokemon.

TERFs can’t listen to the band Against Me!

They can’t listen to Steam Powered Giraffe–Bunny Bennett (Rabbit) is a trans woman.

– Mod Ford.

They can’t enjoy Rick Riordan books, they have a genderfluid character

THEY SURE AS HELL CAN’T ENJOY HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH

Axis of Awesome.

There is code written by trans women running on every Android phone, and every iPhone.  Also every Chromebook and in the Chrome browser.  So… have fun avoiding those.

Any of Jethro Tull’s albums from the beginning to 1979 – Dee Palmer, a trans woman, worked on string arrangements for quite a few of their songs in that time, and joined the band as a full member from ‘77 to ‘79.

Reblogging not only because I’m anti-terf, but also because it’s nice to see the accomplishments of so many trans women being highlighted like this!

Not allowed to watch Better Than Chocolate (seriously, one of the best films about girls who love girls), because one of the girl/girl romances features a trans woman. Also highlights the bathroom issue trans people face, showing why this can be a serious safety issue for trans people, and that the aggressors can be other marginalised people (in this case, a cisgender lesbian woman).

Today’s weather

On the one hand I feel like a human today because it’s 27C not 44C. I already did a few household things like folding laundry, doing dishes and sorting out the raw meat for the dog’s food for the next few days.

On the other I feel twitchy, dissociative, raw on a sensory level, and keep flapping and shaking my hands because I feel like I could float away if I don’t work out where my body is.

So, there you go. That’s my reality today.