I am also highly invested in Marsha and Wendy.

I just read through the backlog of SuperMutant Magic Academy by Jillian Tamaki. Every strip is fantastic and awesome, but I thought this one was especially surprisingly touching.

Yesterday I remembered about Juuni Kokki. Not that I ever actually forgot it, but all of a sudden I was filled with a passionate desire to read the books/watch the anime again. WHO’S WITH ME?

mmmajestic:

MAYBE IT’S MAYBELLINE 

photos by jay

The best part is, looking at the first picture for a second I fully thought you had built a clock into your hair. And was not surprised. Awestruck, but not surprised.

Browsing through the Oglaf archives always makes me feel better about everything.

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emmadelosnardos:

Photo spread for an imaginary Sherlock Holmes of the Harlem Renaissance.

Wentworth Miller as Sherlock Holmes.

Idris Elba as Dr. John Watson.

1925: Harlem, New York City.

Sherlock Holmes is the light-skinned, blue-eyed son of a Black mother and White father, a man who has grown up with a foot in both worlds. By necessity, he is an astute observer of those around him, and frequently ‘passes’ as White. Holmes puts his powers of observation and his chameleonic tendencies to good use as a private detective in New York City, where he moves back and forth between downtown (White) Greenwich village and uptown (Black) Harlem, investigating illegal gambling rings, brothels, and speakeasies, where he is not above sampling the wares himself.

Dr. John Watson is a Black doctor who served in an integrated regiment during the First World War. One of the few commissioned Black officers in the U.S. Army, he occupied a respected position in the Forces, only to return to the harsh reality of a segregated society when the war ends. Originally from St. Louis, Missouri, Dr. Watson moves to Harlem in order to establish a private practice, where he can serve the up-and-coming Black middle class of New York City.

In a divided city, Harlem is where the classes and the races meet:

A major element of Uptown allure was its enormous social fluidity; in this urban free zone …the elite not only frequented public restaurants, but basement speakeasies, where they mingled not only with non-Social Register customers but with people of color.

From Hide/Seek (p. 28):

Prohibition…closed bars and dance clubs in white areas, but permitted them to fluorish in black neighborhoods like Harlem. Many white citizens first came to Harlem during Prohibition, crossing a profound racial divide that made Harlem essentially a black city in the midst of a white one. There, they first encountered Harlem’s personalities, social mores, and artistic culture.

The culture these white tourists found in Harlem was notably more tolerant of sexual difference, giving many whites their first taste of an unashamed, well-integrated queer culture. In venues like the Cotton Club, openly queer performers regularly entertained, and as the evening’s entertainment was already in violation of the law under Prohibition, it encouraged a sexual openness unavailable in other parts of the city.

Harlem thus became the center of many white homosexuals’ existence…For many white queers, Harlem was a ‘sexual playground’, and its poverty, un- and under-employment, and racial tensions were less germane to their experiences of the place than its erotic possibilities…

Fresh from the Army, Dr. Watson is thrust into this fervent neighborhood, into a Harlem where black and white, male and female, queer and straight, collide and converge. But his own understanding of himself, his race, and even his sexuality, is challenged when he meets Sherlock Holmes, who is investigating the death of a pair of singers at the Cotton Club. Originally called in to identify the cause of their deaths, the staid and sober Watson is thrown into a world where nothing is as it appears at first glance: a world where black is white and white is black, where the police pay pimps for the right to the street, and where moonshine flows like milk and honey. To make matters worse, the whole investigation is led by Holmes, a brilliant, crazy man who plays the dangerous game of passing as white in the city that never sleeps.

Thanks to AfroGeekGoddess for suggesting Wentworth Miller as a possible Sherlock Holmes in this canon. 

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^ this is the sound of me being too excited to form coherent thoughts

So I guess Lucy Liu is John Watson? Which is cool, but I’d much rather she was Sherlock Homes and the white dude could be her faithful friend and assistant.

This got me thinking, and I realized one of the main draws of this concept for me is having a protagonist as prejudiced against men as original Holmes is against women. (Of course, dude!Holmes’ views are on the spectrum of acceptable societal sexism, wheras lady!Homes sort of stands alone.) Mainstream fiction usually treats disliking men as a critical character flaw, probably brought on by personal past experiences, and most often exibited by straw feminists. A woman who dislikes men is either unlikable or reforms at some point.

I’d love to see a woman be polite to men, well-liked by them, and just happen to think they’re untrustworthy and inferior to women. More importantly, I’d like to see her treated with the same kind of attitude writers have taken with Holmes: it’s not presented as a good thing, but it doesn’t really get in his way. It’s a quirk, and genius problem-solving dudes are allowed to have quirks like this and still be well-liked by the audiences. And ladies should be too. THE END.

Have we eaten together? (x)

Spinning out ideas for thinly-veiled Kristen Stewart/Charlize Theron RPS starting: NOW

polyurethane:

I’m sorry that link’s crappy. It worked on my phone.
It’s an article from April that basically says the current trend for gross (yellow, green, “bruise”) coloured nails is bad because it won’t help you land a man. 

You know, I really used to feel weird about wearing makeup and nail polish and things, because so much I saw and heard around me implied that this was supposed to be the goal of it all. It took me a long time to realize that these things are fun! Putting sparkly powder on your eyelids is fun! Putting bright, shiny colours on your nails is fun! (Or dark, matte colours, whatever your preference.) It’s a form of self-expression that absolutely NEVER has to match up with what others deem attractive. And everyone should rock it, or not, as they feel, and gross bullshit like this article should just wither away.

It also kind of makes me wish I had done my nails green instead of blue just now.