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A collection of Black Books of Hours
Black Hours, ca. 1475 (Morgan Library, New York)
Horae beatae marie secundum usum curie romane, ca. 1458 (Hispanic Society of America)
Black Hours of Galeazzo Maria Sforza, ca. 1466-1476 (Austrian National Library)
This guy is a plate
Trilobite beetle, Platerodrilus ruficollis, Lycidae
Photographed in Singapore by Nicky Bay // Website // Facebook
Shared with permission; do not remove credit or re-post!
Love seeing something from TikTok and going “girlie that is literally what led to the downfall of the Papal States”
HNY 2025
The Green Knight
Lady Silence
(and yes I redesigned Tuunbaq because I didn't much care for its show design)
some bear insides progress shots under the cut
a non-exhaustive list of butch literature
a (very ad-hoc) list of butch reading and writing, (mostly) by butch authors. books I've read myself in bold; take the rest with a grain of salt. additions, addendums, and commentary welcome :)
general/literary fiction:
mrs s by k patrick
stone butch blues by leslie feinberg
boulder by eva baltasar
running fiercely towards a thin high sounds by judith katz
tipping the velvet by sarah waters
a crystal diary by frankie hucklenbroich
godspeed by lynn breedlove
cha-ching! by ali liebegott
the ihop papers by ali liebegott
greasepaint by hannah levene
lucy and mickey by red jordan arobateau
the bull-jean stories by sharon bridgforth
development by bryher
notes of a crocodile by qui miaojin
america is not the heart by elaine castillo
the slow fix by ivan coyote
the swashbuckler by lee lynch
old dyke tales by lee lynch
sci-fi, fantasy, and horror:
gideon the ninth by tamsyn muir
the unspoken name by ak larkwood
vermilion by molly tanzer
metal from heaven by august clarke
scapegracers by ha clarke
the unbroken by cl clarke
fire logic by laurie marks
the seep by chana porter
these burning stars by bethany jacobs
feast while you can by mikaella clements and onjuli datta
non-fiction, memoir, and autobiography:
hijab butch blues by lamya h
gender failure by ivan coyote and rae spoon
fun home by allison bechdel
butch is a noun by h bear bergman
female masculinity by jack halberstam
burning butch by rb murtz
when we were outlaws by jeanne cordova
leaving isn't the hardest thing by lauren hough
odd girls and twilight lovers by lillian faderman
another mother tongue by judy grahn
boots of leather, slippers of gold by elizabeth lapovsky and madeline davis
the persistent desire ed joan nestle
persistence: all way butch and femme ed ivan coyote and zena sharman
dagger: on butch women ed lily burana
the courier in FNV is so fucking funny if you’re just good at tanking damage and dogshit at dodging attacks because they get shot two (twice) times, get revived, and suddenly they can start sleeping off gunshot wounds to the head, dynamite to the legs, and having their torso littered with laser rifle holes. like can you imagine being benny and knowing that the dude who stepped on three direct landmines and didnt break a sweat is after your ass. terrifying.
Ornate wheel-lock hand mortar/grenade launcher, Europe, 17th century
from Rock Island Auctions
Barn Owl by Gwen Harwood
Daybreak: the household slept.
I rose, blessed by the sun.
A horny fiend, I crept
out with my father's gun.
Let him dream of a child
obedient, angel-mind-
old no-sayer, robbed of power
by sleep. I knew my prize
who swooped home at this hour
with day-light riddled eyes
to his place on a high beam
in our old stables, to dream
light's useless time away.
I stood, holding my breath,
in urine-scented hay,
master of life and death,
a wisp-haired judge whose law
would punish beak and claw.
My first shot struck. He swayed,
ruined, beating his only
wing, as I watched, afraid
by the fallen gun, a lonely
child who believed death clean
and final, not this obscene
bundle of stuff that dropped,
and dribbled through the loose straw
tangling in bowels, and hopped
blindly closer. I saw
those eyes that did not see
mirror my cruelty
while the wrecked thing that could
not bear the light nor hide
hobbled in its own blood.
My father reached my side,
gave me the fallen gun.
'End what you have begun.'
I fired. The blank eyes shone
once into mine, and slept.
I leaned my head upon
my father's arm, and wept,
owl blind in early sun
for what I had begun.
Since people seem to like my pride outfit!
To answer questions: the shield is painted by me, the flag is handstitched, and my biceps are huge. 😌
Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
Paweł Ossoliński Fotografia
the pre-raphaelite art is only there for the vibes of it.
Grotesque visor, southern Germany, circa 1560
from Czerny's International Auction House
The diver
John Berkey (1932-2008) 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne book cover (1970) Source
Pack of Nuclear Torpedo Submarines hunt School of Ocean Sunfish
I have two schools of thought for the three meals of the day and their labelling.
1 - the specific time of consumption ie morning, noon, and night, corresponds with the label. Eat random food in the morning period? That’s breakfast. Eat random food at night? That’s dinner. Etc.
2 - the order of consumption is the indicator for the label. The first food eaten of the day is breakfast, the second lunch, the third dinner, and the cycle repeats come midnight.
Which do you prescribe to? Or do you have a different thought?
💫To Be A Man💫
Thrilled I get to post my part of @ghostsharkpress ‘s transology zine before pride month ends. Our prompt was to recontextualize a formative childhood cartoon through the lense of transness/gncness.
These are thoughts I’ve had spilling around in my head for a while and seeing how important Treasure Planet was for me as a kid I thought it would be perfect. I always struggled with the fact I don’t really have any older male guide or figure to learn myself from so as a kid I tried to mimic the masculinity of shows or my peers. Growing older and wanting to step out of boyhood has really been a journey of self discovery and self worth and I’m really proud of the person I’m becoming.