hallowshorror:
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kp-ks:
Book Burning Memorial
‘In the center of Bebelplatz, a glass window showing rows and rows of empty bookshelves. The memorial commemorates the night in 1933 when 20,000 “anti-German” books were burned here under the instigation of Goebbels. There’s a plaque nearby that says something like “Where they burn books, they will also burn humans in the end.” ’
Interesting but rarely mentioned: most of the content burned that night came from the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft (institute for the science of sex) headed by Magnus Hirschfeld. The institute and Hirshfeld himself were some of the first to openly campaign for the right to have sex with someone of the same gender, the right to transition if you did not identify with your birth sex and for the general acceptance of queer people. The team had already performed the first SRS operations in Germany and in addition, the institute advocated sex education, contraception, the treatment of sexually transmitted diseases, and women’s emancipation.
Photographs of the night of the book burning are plastered across history books world wide, but the queer movement that was destroyed that night often goes unmentioned.
reblogging again for that^
shotbyafool:
o’brien saying that he wishes his wife were “more like a man” is both an expression of his own desires to be with men, primarily julian, in a more intimate context as opposed to his often distanced and aggressively heterosexual attitude as WELL as a subconscious affirmation of julian’s sexuality despite not being entirely aware of it
hommeles:
Monster of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: “Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.”
Monster of Frankenstein in pop culture: (unintelligible moaning)
my–darling–dear:
foreverhelives:
“Lady who has a Bible Verse for every situation.”
IM DYIJG I LOST IT AT APPLE
whatthehellhappenedtoyou:
zooophagous:
thecuckoohaslanded:
unculture:
cardozzza:
samael:
itsbish:
laikaworld:
“We cut a trough into the set, and we put a piece of rigging that goes under the set and into the mother’s stomach. It’s a little creepy, I know. But it allows us to slide her along the surface of the sand, and every time she reaches out and claws into the sand, that’s all a plasticine or clay surface that we have to carve into and move a frame at a time. We’d have little bits of sand that were flying up in the air, so we take these little bits of foam or clay, we put them on bug pins or wires or little bits of fishing line, and we have those elevated and move them a frame at a time to make it look like it’s bursting out of the ground.” - Travis Knight
literally impecable. Im losing my mind
And it all happens so naturally that you never question how it
could happen
I’ve never seen the piece of media this is from, but I’m blown away. Even beyond that bit of technical wonder, just how expressive the doll is. The anguish and pain shows so clearly, without being almost comical. A lot of stop animation (even ones I love!) rely so heavily on sound to make the scenes emotionally charged.
this is from Kubo and the Two Strings and the whole film is this stunning
Kubo and the Two Strings is a criminally underrated masterpiece, the uncontested best animated film of 2016 and probably the decade, and is available on Netflix. Please do yourself a favor and watch this movie it is so beautiful and so, so good. You are guaranteed to cry. Everything about this movie was perfect. This is a ten star movie on a four star scale.
PLEASE WATCH KUBO AND THE TWO STRINGS.
Warning: this movie will make you cry. Like a lot.
truly amazing
aberrant-eyes:
leeshajoy:
badgrapple:
scotsdragon:
thefingerfuckingfemalefury:
mirrorfalls:
moon-crater:
aesthethiicc:
A Christmas Carol is so wild to me because it takes not one, not two, but like four fucking ghosts to convince this dude not to be the biggest douche in the universe. Like, four fucking ghosts came back from the dead, rose from the Goddamn grave to be like, “I came back from the dead because you need to quit your shit.” Fuck. How big of an asshole do you have to be to have four fucking ghosts tell you to stop?
Have you ever met a rich capitalist
Also, one of those ghosts was a rich capitalist douche. He needed to reform Scrooge to work off his own sentence, didn’t he?
Marley’s ghost basically told Scrooge that if he kept being a greedy douchebag he would go to hell and Scrooge still needed convincing and that honestly is 100% believable to me
That an old rich white guy being told “Your going to hell unless you help the poor” would respond by going “I still kind of want to NOT help the poor tho?”
Charlie Dickens knew what was up.
Dickens had to work in a factory hos entire childhood. His father was thrown in a debtor’s prison. Thats why all his stories are about rich fucks getting owned.
Fun fact: There’s one particular bit in the original version of A Christmas Carol that never gets put into film adaptations. After Marley’s ghost leaves, Scrooge looks his bedroom window and sees dozens of other ghosts in the streets, all dragging the same kind of chains Marley had. The narration makes it explicit that these are the ghosts of other privileged people who ignored or exploited the poor and are therefore condemned to walk the Earth witnessing human suffering forever.
It took way more than four ghosts to get Scrooge to shape his shit up.
That bit actually got put into one film that I know of: Scrooge, the 1970 movie musical with Albert Finney in the title role and Sir Alec mother-kriffing Guinness as Marley (music by Leslie Bricusse, whose credits also include the following year’s Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory). On his way out, Marley carries Scrooge out the window and into the midst of the suffering bastards, to a short tune called “See the Phantoms” (”…filling the sky around you/They astound you/I can tell/These inhabitants of Hell”). I’ve never had actual nightmares about that scene, but it’s engraved on my brain just the same.
smitethepatriarchy:
Fuuuuuuuuuuck thank you I’m just gonna put this in my pocket to use for the rest of my life.
batzendrick:
fuck-customers:
The next person who tries to correct me when I say “Happy Holidays” is going to be told Happy Hanukkah instead. Very tired of hearing, “No, it’s MERRY CHRISTMAS.” I’m pretty sure Judaism was around a lot longer than your Buckstar’s boycotting butt, Karen.
My boss once shared a great story about that. This happened when he was in a layover in North Carolina back when the “War on Christmas” bullshit was first becoming prominent. He had gone to get a pack of cigarettes, and after he paid for it:
“Merry Christmas.”
“Happy holidays.”
“No. I said Merry Christmas.”
“Do you know what Hanukkah is about?”
“No, what?”
“Some people tried to make us worship their ways, so we rose up and killed them. Happy Hanukkah.”
thejonymyster:
ohgrabme:
A GOOD ROMANCE STARTS WITH A GOOD FRIENDSHIP. A GOOD ROMANCE STARTS WITH A GOOD FRIENDSHIP. A GOOD ROMANCE STARTS WITH A GOOD FRIENDSHIP. A GOOD ROMANCE STARTS WITH A GOOD FRIENDSHIP. A GOOD ROMANCE STARTS WITH A GOOD FRIENDSHIP.
a bad romance starts with “ra ra ah ah ah. ro ma, ro ma ma ga ga, ooh la la”
