I love looking at old zines, like nothing fucking compares. One my favs is "Shocking Pink", a feminist youth-led magazine published between 1979-1992. (Link to all the zines here.) In it they talk about sexism and access to abortion resources, queer and gender rights, lesbianism and LGBT+ bookshops and all-female bands, racism and historical movements, equality for girls/women in trades and youth-led movements in the midst of Thatcher's Britain. If I could tell anyone looking to research this period I would tell them to read the zines made by the people they want to write about <3
sometimes I wonder why I never post on here and then I remember that out of the 37 people who follow me 35 are bots
Toor’s scenes possess a kind of solemnity or quietude that does not suggest equilibrium so much as tender regard. Toor’s protagonists, obvious stand-ins for the artist himself, at least at an earlier moment in his life, seem held in suspension between two worlds, Old and New, never entirely at home in either. But he also holds them at emotional arm’s length, as if these images were tempered by time, less observations than memories, and they begin to assume the lineaments of archetype, despite their depiction of technology à la mode.
(Many of the pictures have an overall green palette, appropriate, perhaps, for the nocturnal illumination of bars or apartment parties—although more readily suggesting fin de siècle gaslight—but also reminiscent of the discoloured varnish of old paintings hanging for generations in smoke-filled drawing rooms.)
on Salman Toor
does anyone understand
"when talking abt the whomping willow.....could u not have chosen smth a bit less dangerous for a school? like a well-locked door? or perhaps named it smth a bit more scary? like 'death tree?' just so even the stupidest children knew what it was all abt?"
So I had a go at a zine.. I am no writer and please overlook the dodgy Photoshop but hey zines are rustic right? (Borrowed some words, hope that's ok!)
This is... well, actually there aren't words. I am just continuously blown away by how talented you guys are. You got everything!!! From the lady with 'Marauders' in her sunglasses to the 'Inner Eye' title (genius, btw) to the photos being taken by Lily. Which I'm absolutely losing it over fr. Even young David Thewlis, I- *sobs*
I saved this onto my computer just so I could blow it up and read every inch of it. It's phenomenal, and you just took my love of zines to a new level. This is absolutely art <3
“litanies to my heavenly brown body” by mark aguhar
why am I not drawing (I live with my family). I like to draw (I'd kms before letting them see me doing something I enjoy). I want to draw gay people kissing (I need serious psychological help)
my baby (gc omega #1 <3) @sequinhaze tagged me in this and I went back and forth for a while because I don't actually haaave ten confirmed wips to share. I don't even have ten full ideas, because thinking about balancing that many ideas makes me want to vomit
but I do have these. whether [most of them] will ever leave my drafts is unknown, but what the hell - here u go
rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
"The fact that it was a Saturday night in July and the lookout was empty should’ve been clue number one that they were about to be murdered." -> "Grimmauld Pines" a cheesy 80s vampire AU based on The Lost Boys (1987)
"Most evenings Andromeda had to hide that confounding purple Game-kid—Game-boy thingy away in the kitchen cupboard behind not one but two locking charms just to ensure her grandson slept through the night." -> "Teddy Lupin and the Elder Tree" oop a title drop ig
"[Letter written to the author in April of 1963, used to compile the events of the 2nd and 50th divisions of the Royal British Army during the Battle of France in 1940.] Dear Harry, I’m sorry this letter has taken me so long to write." -> Unnamed Battle of Dunkirk AU
"Arriving backstage at a concert stadium the first thing you notice is the smell. It’s overpowering, like an auto shop on fire. or alternatively; “Jesus Christ, that’s a big cock.” -> [Name redacted], Cadence of Part-time Poets, Part 2
no pressure tagging (apologies if you've already done it xx) : @otrtbs @ad-aspera-per-aspera @crushofdoves @waririses @rollercoasterwords @messrsage @wanderingdonut @billspaid @drownedlove @elder-millennial-trash @anouri
I am a sucker for fics where everyone thinks Sirius is this massive player who sleeps around all the time, but in reality he’s Demisexual and a virgin, because he’s only ever wanted Remus, but he’s insecure about it because this reputation got away from him