When I was in high school we did an english unit on Octavia Butler and the teacher told us hey btw. You should call her “Butler” in your essays. Sometimes students call female writers by their first names unconsciously, but that’s not acceptable. If you wouldnt call them William or Ernest you shouldn’t call her Octavia.
And I was like cool whatever I was gonna call her Butler anyways. But that moment has stuck with me for my whole life because once you start seeing ppl calling women by their first names where men would be called by their last names you literally never stop seeing it.
I love the doubling up of this shot. Elisabeth with Clare in the background, both in red. The black coat on the brown hatstand and the mirror (painting?) showing something black and with a similar shape, next to the brown wainstcotting. The coat itself is black (the creature’s colour) and is hiding Victor’s depiction in the portrait because Victor is soon to no longer be the firstborn son of the family, there is a new child coming. The lines of the books on the left being similar to the lines on the panelling to Elizabeth’s right. The unfocused anatomy head which resembles the creature and faces Elizabeth but is out of focus because at this stage the creature doesn’t exist yet. Elizabeth is in Victor’s red but behind and ahead of her are green, her own colour which has not left her. It’s such a wonderful shot.
i think ao3 should have a feature like an anonymous kudos but instead of kudos its “i jorked it to completion” and you can leave as many of these as you want and obviously authors would opt-in to this feature on a per-fic basis but like. i want the stats, you know.
jerk it to fanfiction??? noooo bro i was just joshing ya. wouldnt that be crazy? haha. fucking got you bro i cant believe youre so gullible. what a far fetched notion. that people would do such a thing. cant believe you fell for it
@albabutter tagged me to post 6 non-selfiephotos from my camera roll.
A weird assortment of images here, as I regularly trim my camera roll down to avoid losing precious material in the event of a phone-snatching or accident. Skipping the personal stuff leaves only old photos I keep for nostalgia, random funnies I don’t know what to do with, and things to google later:
frontispiece of the first illustrated of Frankenstein (taken because the lead structure of the window is perfectly replicated in Victor’s lab in the film, which is just A+++ attention to detail and respect for the original material)
old photo of Vessel back when going to a Sleep Token show was cheap and easy
best white wine I’ve ever had (wanted to stick a straw in and take the bottle home)
indicative of most of my camera roll: “books I want to buy but cheaper”
graffiti food for thought in the bathroom of a bar in town
Former Ukrainian Commander-in-Chief Valerii Zaluzhnyi at a rally
at the risk of being cringe with everything going on — this week, the last six months, the past five years — i keep thinking about that one quote from the great gatsby
“they were careless people…they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
It is your sworn duty, when you’re in your 30’s, to do something every day that would have gotten you viciously bullied in high school.
Getting a lot of comments and tags on this that are like “they bullied me for just existing:/” SO EXIST!!!! GET OUT THERE AND LIVE AND KEEP LIVING!!!!!!! KEEP ON BEING YOU!!!!!!!!!
Where’s it made? Who brought it here? How much were they paid? Who makes it? Is it made in separate parts and put together? How much were they all paid to do this? Where do they get the materials? Who paid for that? Who brings it there? How much were they paid? Who streamlined the base materials? How much were they paid? Who gathered the base materials? Where? How much were they paid? Is it good for them? Is it good for us? Is it good for the land? Is it necessary? Is it biodegradable? How much does it hurt? Do I need it? Do I even want it?
