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Powdered Wigs and Screaming

Historian, reenactor, and fae enthusiast. I don't know how I got here, but I've been here longer than I care to admit.
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enigmaticpink:

I firmly believe what ever you’re obsessed with at 11/12 years old becomes a core part of who you are, regardless if you lose interest in it or not. Maybe some of you were lucky and were obsessed with warrior cats or smth, and if you’re real unlucky it was probably twilight.

glumshoe:

nihilisticvaginas:

glumshoe:

bassgebrummel:

glumshoe:

glumshoe:

I still want a stage musical about a bass and a contralto who bond over being typecast as villains and never getting any starring roles because western musical stylings and traditions emphasize tenors and sopranos. Perhaps they fall in love while sabotaging their coworkers and hijacking the show they’re in…

They’ve got a whole musical number in which they gleefully sing about how they’ve finally secured their moment in the sun; the world will never make the mistake of underestimating them again, or reducing their roles to malevolent witches and evil fathers and wretched villains rubbing their hands together—all while they have the “real” leads tied to chairs backstage.

Also, all their triumphant songs are in minor key; the sad, foreboding songs are in major.

Both of them, after their big number:

I’m just not sure how it should end!

I think they should have a happy ending but I don’t know if I’d rather see them redeemed/have everyone come to an understanding with mutual respect, or if they simply steal the show and get away with it without consequence and have a great time, or if there should be some big weird twist with the tenor and soprano leads also being totally unethical and backstabbing, and so every song is technically a villain song.

Oh, the last one. DEFINITELY. In fact the “real” lead characters are SO MUCH WORSE. Like the typecast villains are campy-saturday-morning-cartoon evil, but the tenors and sopranos are like. Real Life Evil. Yes. It’s perfect!

I think the tenor/soprano must be involved with some horrible scheme that our villain-heroes inadvertently thwart, but I have no idea what it should be. Possibly some kind of fraud, or an unfair deal that would really fuck over a bunch of other people if it fell through—maybe they’re scabs? I don’t know enough about showbiz to come up with a suitably realistic malevolence that stage actors could be involved in.

rorschach-test-on-fire:

beggars-opera:

Someone please explain to me how Miriam Margolyes hasn’t obtained tumblr meme supremacy yet?

She’s adorable!

Opinionated!

The face/voice of your childhood probably!

A proud lesbian in a relationship since 1968!

Claims to be the first person to say fuck on British tv!

Looks like a granny you’d want to have round for tea but could probably drink you under the table!

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She also said she has trouble not wanting Boris Johnson to die, so points for that.

Professor Sprout for Prime Minister

slddkdkslsix:

This looks like it was taken directly from David Bowie’s closet

witharsenicsauce:

bace-jeleren:

Holy shit, Dr. Tingle, go OFF!!!!

That’s not all!

Bless Dr. Tingle!!!

I know it’s just personal preference and if you like it it’s fine but I am SO SICK of Marvel

play-exy-be-sexy:

Hi I love you all

twerkingyaowang:stupidbeecandle:drinkyourjuiceshelby: I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previo

twerkingyaowang:

stupidbeecandle:

drinkyourjuiceshelby:

I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job.  There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept.  The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.

Even in the house it was LOUD.  Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval.  You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off.  It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.

At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks.  People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.

One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit.  It did.  Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that.  People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.


That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days

did you fuck any ghosts


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pomrania:

sanguith:

“May I please have your undivided attention” no I have ADHD you may have a ¼ piece at best

#bitch my attention is always divided
#if you want a larger piece of attention than that you’ll have to fight for it with the closest available audible whirring ventilation fan

Make yourself louder than the three tonally dissonant songs playing in my head at the same time and then we’ll talk

operafantomet:

marleneoftheopera:

A first look at Lucy St. Louis in some of her costumes!

Yes. Yes, I did indeed screencap the hell out of this video.

beggars-opera:

My history of fanart actually goes back to the age of about 6 or 7 when I attempted to draw all 101 Dalmatians and I never looked back

I told my mother that I found this drawing (well, series, obviously the dalmatians couldn’t all fit on one page) and she informed me that when I was five I personally took fanart of Scrooge McDuck to Disney World and wandered around the park all day desperately trying to find the DuckTales cast before my parents convinced me to give the drawing to Mickey instead before I had a mental breakdown.

dressed-in-rain:

beggars-opera:

beggars-opera:

I think all little kids hyperfixate, but when was the first time you noticed it being A Thing for you?

For me I was eleven, and Final Fantasy X was my obsession. I think I only actually played the game for maybe an hour because I didn’t have the console, but my best friend was into it and I got so hooked second-hand that I made fanart of every single character.

The following year I also did the same thing fanart-wise and also wrote historical background articles in the library newsletter for the movie Chicago, which was much less genre-appropriate for a twelve year old. That was the first time I remember my parents finding me on fansites at all hours and getting visibly exasperated

TITANIC! I was like, 7 or 8, and already fascinated by shipwrecks on a conceptual level. And then I saw the trailer for the movie and somehow this just lit this…obsessive fire in me? Don’t get me wrong, I thought the movie was fine (I saw it five times in theaters when it came out and once I got my paws on that two-VHS set I truly went insane) but it was all about the actual ship for me. I had a complete, massive library about Titanic and her sister ships, the Olympic and the Britannic. Any mention or allusion to the Titanic in any media from sent me into a feral state. Every single new form of art I created generally involved the Titanic (I still have a piece of felt I made bearing a crude replica. The felting workshop teacher was like “what pattern do you want to do? You could do a flower, or a –” and I was immediately like “The Titanic. Can I do the Titanic?” and she was like “oK, sure!”) I LITERALLY memorized the cargo manifest. If you had asked me, circa 1997-2001, how many grapefruit spoons or sets of linens there were, I would’ve been able to tell you off the top of my head (did you know there were inflatable rubber dinghies in the cargo hold? did you know that I repeatedly fell asleep at night thinking about those rubber dinghies?). I could’ve told you the exact depth, in feet or meters, of the seabed where the ships are. I could’ve told you the water pressure at that depth. Bob Ballard was my goddamn hero. I once, at the age of 10, got into a near shouting match with a grown man at a family friend’s dinner party because he kept insisting that the ship was built in Liverpool when any fool could tell you that she was built in Belfast, and the fact that ‘Liverpool’ was painted on her stern was because she was registered in Liverpool because obviously White Star Line, the company that owned and commissioned her, was based in that city–

–ahem. Yeah, so the doomed ocean liner R.M.S. Titanic, that was my first (and frankly most extreme) childhood hyperfixation.

beggars-opera:

I think all little kids hyperfixate, but when was the first time you noticed it being A Thing for you?

For me I was eleven, and Final Fantasy X was my obsession. I think I only actually played the game for maybe an hour because I didn’t have the console, but my best friend was into it and I got so hooked second-hand that I made fanart of every single character.

The following year I also did the same thing fanart-wise and also wrote historical background articles in the library newsletter for the movie Chicago, which was much less genre-appropriate for a twelve year old. That was the first time I remember my parents finding me on fansites at all hours and getting visibly exasperated

My history of fanart actually goes back to the age of about 6 or 7 when I attempted to draw all 101 Dalmatians and I never looked back

I think all little kids hyperfixate, but when was the first time you noticed it being A Thing for you?

For me I was eleven, and Final Fantasy X was my obsession. I think I only actually played the game for maybe an hour because I didn’t have the console, but my best friend was into it and I got so hooked second-hand that I made fanart of every single character.

I have still not gotten addicted to tiktok I believe I deserve a trophy or at least a large and ornate bar of chocolate

I just…canNOT…focus on this art piece it’s been MONTHS and it’s just SITTING HERE

UGH

carnivalseb:

buxina:

dressed-in-rain:

beggars-opera:

I’m absolutely reeling over the 14th century Italian historian who described the plague pits with multiple layers of dead bodies and dirt as being like a lasagna

Italian Noble Person, staring at a plague pit: My God, this is horrible. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before!

Marchionne di Coppo di Stefano Buonaiuti, maybe a *bit* peckish: Actually…

“At every church, or at most of them, pits were dug, down to the water-table, as wide and deep as the parish was populous; and therein, whosoever was not very rich, having died during the night, would be shouldered by those whose duty it was, and would either be thrown into this pit, or they would pay big money for somebody else to do it for them. The next morning there would be very many in the pit. Earth would be taken and thrown down on them; and then others would come on top of them, and then earth on top again, in layers, with very little earth, like garnishing lasagne with cheese.” 

Someone please explain to me how Miriam Margolyes hasn’t obtained tumblr meme supremacy yet?

She’s adorable!

Opinionated!

The face/voice of your childhood probably!

A proud lesbian in a relationship since 1968!

Claims to be the first person to say fuck on British tv!

Looks like a granny you’d want to have round for tea but could probably drink you under the table!

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I’m reading a book about the great famine and every time that asshole trevelyan shows up spouting moral absolutist self-help bullshit I imagine him creeping on the irish to see if they’ve died yet or if he can lecture them on how god is punishing them for not being colonized gratefully enough like

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