1970s canned goods label designs, from The Art of the Label by Robert Opie. We can see the Helvetica type family really taking hold in this era. And that Biba can was not a regular market item; those were high-fashion baked beans.
My favorite design of the lot: meat and liver cat food.
Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.
pov: you’ve been transported to the 17th century
#in the article it says that the sailboat sailors were concerned because they could not be towed quickly because of the kind of boat#so they asked Götheborg what type of ship they were and warned that they would not be able to go above a certain speed#and götheborg went ' we are also a sailboat. 50 meters length. no worries :) '#and the poor sailboat sailors were just like ' That's not possible. they have to be messing with us' and then the ship Rolled Up (via bunjywunjy)
I'm crying. Here's a photo of a sailor from the Götheborg watching over the little sailboat in tow:
From the story:
We repeatedly emphasized that we were aboard a small 8-meter sailboat, but the response was the same each time: "We are a 50-meter three-masted sailboat, and we offer our assistance in towing you to Paimpol." We were perplexed by the size difference between our two boats, as we feared being towed by a boat that was too large and at too fast a speed that could damage our boat.
The arrival of the Götheborg on the scene was rapid and surprising, as we did not expect to see a merchant ship from the East India Company of the XVIII century. This moment was very strange, and we wondered if we were dreaming. Where were we? What time period was it? The Götheborg approached very close to us to throw the line and pass a large rope. The mooring went well, and our destinies were linked for very long hours, during which we shared the same radio frequency to communicate with each other.
The crew of the Götheborg showed great professionalism and kindness towards us. They adapted their speed to the size of our boat and the weather conditions. We felt accompanied by very professional sailors. Every hour, the officer on duty of the Götheborg called us to ensure everything was going well.[...]
This adventure, very real, was an incredible experience for us. We were extremely lucky to cross paths with the Götheborg by chance and especially to meet such a caring crew.
Dear commander and crew of the Götheborg, your kindness, and generosity have shown that your ship is much more than just a boat. It embodies the noblest values of the sea, and we are honored to have had the chance to cross your path and benefit from your help.
"Our destinies were linked for very long hours" is just knocking me out.
idc how hard you try you will NOT get me to stop using snorted in my dialogue. i will always use growled and choked and hissed and huffed and grunted and breathed and frowned and sniffed and scoffed and spluttered and purred and snickered and exhaled and whimpered and smiled and laughed and sneered and frowned
i love you words that indicate sound and tone i love you poetics i love you dialogue tags they will never take you away from me i love you i love you i love you
i like to call this girls who are normal about power lines & telephone poles (lying)
hello everyone!! a few people were interested in a zine in this style and i'm pleased to announce it now exists :') link to my ko-fi shop!
btw thanks to everyone who has reblogged this and left nice words in the tags :) it's so wonderful and encouraging and genuinely made my heart swell 2048 sizes.
+ a couple previews:
"why is all the fic in my fandom so short"
maybe the fic writers are tired. maybe they prefer short fiction. maybe they have pets and kids and school or full-time jobs and can't devote 24/7 to writing fanfiction. maybe they write on their phones while commuting and shorter is easier to manage. maybe they write for zines, which by nature have limited word counts. maybe they write slowly. maybe their motivation comes in bursts and they churn out oneshots when that happens. maybe they can't find someone to brainstorm with so they never wrote the fic at all. maybe the last time they posted a longfic they didn't get any comments, or a reader only said "write more" and they gave up. maybe the fandom is toxic. maybe they saw a passive aggressive tumblr post at 5:26am.
if you really want to see more longfic in your fandom:
DON'T: complain about it on social media
DO: read the longer fics that already exist. leave those writers comments. substantial ones! leave kudos too. follow writers you like on social and boost their promo posts. share fics you like with friends and tell them to leave comments too. help writer friends brainstorm. offer to beta read. organize events centered around longfic. commission an author to write one. write it yourself.
He should just go the fuck to sleep. Wouldn’t do anybody any good driving home now. He needed to sleep, Wade needed to sleep. They could get a couple hours then head out first thing. That was the plan all along. The girls were fine; getting home a few hours early wouldn’t change anything.
He was still sitting on the edge of his bed debating with himself when Wade emerged from the bathroom.
“So… you wanna drive or you want me to? Full disclosure, if you don’t let me drive I get to be in charge of the tunes and I already have like seven roadtrip playlists lined up and ready to go. You like n’sync, right?”
Logan tossed him the keys and reached for his boots.
