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Tumblr, Blog, and Http: drowsydraws: these two were so delightful together I keep rewatching all their little scenes/interactions. ;v;
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these two were so delightful together I keep rewatching all their little scenes/interactions. ;v;

drowsydraws: these two were so delightful together I keep rewatching all their little scenes/interactions. ;v;

Bitch, Irish, and Love: Bob Nicholson @DigiVictorian I find myself lost (not for the first time...) in a dictionary of Victorian slang. This is still my favourite: IS IS Got the morbs (Soe., 1880). Temporary melancholia Abstract noun coined from adjeetive morbid. 2016-12-15, 10:06 AM dysphoric-memez: the-porter-rockwell: thebibliosphere: thecuriousviolet: breelandwalker: nineprotons: “Got the morbs” should be a thing. Victorian slang is AMAZING, and select phrases really need to make a comeback. “Bitch the pot” - Pour the tea (HOW RELEVANT IS THIS!?) “Bang up the elephant” - Absolutely perfect; super stylish “Well, that’s shot the bale” - Something that has missed the mark entirely “Church-bell” - A woman prone to gossip “Chuckaboo” - A dear friend, a bosom chum “Beer and skittles” - A great time (see also: Irish Gaelic “craic”) “Butter on bacon” - Something overdone or too extravagant “Cupid’s kettle drums” - Breasts, particularly large ones “Gigglemug” - A cheerful smiling face All of these??? Make me smile??? They’re so weird and wonderful I love them??? Especially bitch the pot because that’s something I could totally hear myself saying…that and chuckaboo I worked in a Victorian tea house in my youth and I’m telling you, you haven’t lived till you hear a the 98 year old lady (this was some 15 years ago) utter the words “bitch the pot” because it was what they used to say when the tea house first opened and it just sort of stuck through all the generations. i can hear these in both British accents and southern accents. Old southern people use a lot of these tbh
Bitch, Irish, and Love: Bob Nicholson
 @DigiVictorian
 I find myself lost (not for the first time...)
 in a dictionary of Victorian slang. This is
 still my favourite:
 IS IS
 Got the morbs (Soe., 1880).
 Temporary melancholia Abstract
 noun coined from adjeetive morbid.
 2016-12-15, 10:06 AM
dysphoric-memez:

the-porter-rockwell:

thebibliosphere:

thecuriousviolet:

breelandwalker:


nineprotons:
“Got the morbs” should be a thing.
Victorian slang is AMAZING, and select phrases really need to make a comeback.
“Bitch the pot” - Pour the tea (HOW RELEVANT IS THIS!?)
“Bang up the elephant” - Absolutely perfect; super stylish
“Well, that’s shot the bale” - Something that has missed the mark entirely
“Church-bell” - A woman prone to gossip
“Chuckaboo” - A dear friend, a bosom chum
“Beer and skittles” - A great time (see also: Irish Gaelic “craic”)
“Butter on bacon” - Something overdone or too extravagant
“Cupid’s kettle drums” - Breasts, particularly large ones
“Gigglemug” - A cheerful smiling face


All of these??? Make me smile??? They’re so weird and wonderful I love them??? Especially bitch the pot because that’s something I could totally hear myself saying…that and chuckaboo


I worked in a Victorian tea house in my youth and I’m telling you, you haven’t lived till you hear a the 98 year old lady (this was some 15 years ago) utter the words “bitch the pot” because it was what they used to say when the tea house first opened and it just sort of stuck through all the generations.

i can hear these in both British accents and southern accents.


Old southern people use a lot of these tbh

dysphoric-memez: the-porter-rockwell: thebibliosphere: thecuriousviolet: breelandwalker: nineprotons: “Got the morbs” should be a thin...

Omg, Tumblr, and Blog: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses: @gay-son-of-gotham submitted this charming apparition! absolutely delightful! 10/10, would be haunted by this pink specter of mayhem again
Omg, Tumblr, and Blog: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

@gay-son-of-gotham submitted this charming apparition! absolutely delightful! 10/10, would be haunted by this pink specter of mayhem again

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses: @gay-son-of-gotham submitted this charming apparition! absolutely delightful! 10/10, would be haunted by this ...

Baked, Friday, and Fucking: duskirisescinnacorn+ duskenpath: fanaticalqueergeek yotoob yotoob: yotoob: We've bought a new house. And our new next door neighbours (two delightful gentlemen) will not stop being nice - bought us a seagull proof refuse bag (yes, they are actual things) - loaned us garden tools when we didn't have any invited us around for Friday night drinks so we could meet the other people on the lane - one of them brought me a bunch of sweetpea flowers that he'd picked from his garden and tomorrow he's coming to cut our hedge for us with his electric hedge trimmer thing lak, and all I have to do is hold the ladder Basically, I am UNSETTLED and am now having to enter into an arms race of niceness and I am already so behind oh god. Long story short just baked a lemon drizzle cake, and it looks great but I can't even eat it because MR AND MR NICE MUST RECEIVE AN OFFERING ABSOLUTE CRISIS I GAVE THEM THE LEMON DRIZZLE AND THEN THEY INVITED ME IN TO HAVE A SLICE AND A COFFEE WITH THEM AND GAVE ME A TOUR OF THEIR HOUSE AND LET ME HOLD THEIR PUPPY. AND THEN THEY CAME AROUND TO HELP ME BAG UP THE HEDGE CLIPPINGS. THESE MEN ARE NICENESS PROS AND I CANNOT WIN HELP WE HAD AN HOUR LONG POWER CUT ON THE STREET AND IN THAT TIME THE OTHER MR NICE CAME AROUND WITH MATCHES AND CANDLES 'JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY". IT WAS BARELY DARK. BASTARDS-I'M GOING TO HAVE TO HOST A DINNER PARTY AREN'T 1? The Gay Agenda, everyone this is fucking incredible Source: yotoob This Is War.
Baked, Friday, and Fucking: duskirisescinnacorn+
 duskenpath:
 fanaticalqueergeek
 yotoob
 yotoob:
 yotoob:
 We've bought a new house. And our new next door neighbours
 (two delightful gentlemen) will not stop being nice
 - bought us a seagull proof refuse bag (yes, they are actual
 things)
 - loaned us garden tools when we didn't have any
 invited us around for Friday night drinks so we could meet the
 other people on the lane
 - one of them brought me a bunch of sweetpea flowers that
 he'd picked from his garden
 and tomorrow he's coming to cut our hedge for us with his
 electric hedge trimmer thing lak, and all I have to do is hold the
 ladder
 Basically, I am UNSETTLED and am now having to enter into
 an arms race of niceness and I am already so behind oh god.
 Long story short just baked a lemon drizzle cake, and it
 looks great but I can't even eat it because MR AND MR NICE
 MUST RECEIVE AN OFFERING
 ABSOLUTE CRISIS I GAVE THEM THE LEMON DRIZZLE AND
 THEN THEY INVITED ME IN TO HAVE A SLICE AND A COFFEE
 WITH THEM AND GAVE ME A TOUR OF THEIR HOUSE AND
 LET ME HOLD THEIR PUPPY. AND THEN THEY CAME AROUND
 TO HELP ME BAG UP THE HEDGE CLIPPINGS. THESE MEN
 ARE NICENESS PROS AND I CANNOT WIN
 HELP WE HAD AN HOUR LONG POWER CUT ON THE STREET
 AND IN THAT TIME THE OTHER MR NICE CAME AROUND WITH
 MATCHES AND CANDLES 'JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN'T HAVE
 ANY". IT WAS BARELY DARK.
 BASTARDS-I'M GOING TO HAVE TO HOST A DINNER PARTY
 AREN'T 1?
 The Gay Agenda, everyone
 this is fucking incredible
 Source: yotoob
This Is War.

This Is War.

Clothes, Comfortable, and Crying: professorpineapple you're an art model does that mean you're NAKED? yeah whoa....those lucky artists:)" .buddy professorpineapple idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like there's at least ten people in the room and we're all tired and covered in charcoal the dude in front who's staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he's almost out of paint. he is crying askfordoodles burg branch-and-root The ice burg being frozen solid because there are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS angryfishtrap I was an artist's model in uni since it paid better than any other student work position. Did a life drawing class one semester despite it being an unheated old building in the winter evenings, because the instructor was a decent fellow who always had extra space heaters. So there I am one evening, exhausted from my team's afternoon practice but I'm in a comfortable position on a padded stool, ready to hold the position for like fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting places. Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the hot-white of the spotlights, the massive drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by the instructor's whispers and the scratch of charcoal on paper. Me, I'm just dozing, cause my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old steampipes that never really got warm, and with the new extra-powered space heater alongside the others, that night was the warmest l'd been in a month. I dozed, basking in the glorious warmth. And then I fell asleep. And then I fell off the stool. I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden platform, and looked up to see an entire ring of terrified and worried faces around me Everyone had their hands up, ready to help me up, except no one had touched me. Naked chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all the men and women were suddenly acutely aware they couldn't just grab a half-asleep dazed naked chick. Fortunately someone had the bright idea to tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was quick to help me up. After that, the instructor and students got used to taking turns talking to me, just to make sure I wasn't dozing off. Which was weird, at first, because l'd done two semesters just being a silent prop, and now I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe completely unlike any other I'd modeled for and it ended up one of my favorite modeling experiences. postscript: months later, walking on campus with someone who'd eventually become my spouse, we passed some guys on the main path. One of them stopped, peered at me and then said hello, excitedly, saying, "sorry, I didn't recognize you, I've never seen you with your clothes on! whitebear-ofthe-watertribe This is honestly so delightful and accurate thenightingalelily The only situation where saying "T've never seen you with your clothes on" is a completely normal thing to say Source: professorpineapple Art modelling
Clothes, Comfortable, and Crying: professorpineapple
 you're an art model does that mean you're
 NAKED?
 yeah
 whoa....those lucky artists:)"
 .buddy
 professorpineapple
 idk who started the idea that life drawing
 classes have anything sexy going on like
 there's at least ten people in the room and
 we're all tired and covered in charcoal
 the dude in front who's staring at my boobs
 has been trying to get the shading right for 10
 minutes. he's almost out of paint. he is crying
 askfordoodles
 burg
 branch-and-root
 The ice burg being frozen solid because there
 are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS
 angryfishtrap
 I was an artist's model in uni since it paid
 better than any other student work position.
 Did a life drawing class one semester
 despite it being an unheated old building in
 the winter evenings, because the instructor
 was a decent fellow who always had extra
 space heaters. So there I am one evening,
 exhausted from my team's afternoon practice
 but I'm in a comfortable position on a padded
 stool, ready to hold the position for like
 fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me
 spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting
 places.
 Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the
 hot-white of the spotlights, the massive
 drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by
 the instructor's whispers and the scratch of
 charcoal on paper. Me, I'm just dozing, cause
 my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old
 steampipes that never really got warm, and
 with the new extra-powered space heater
 alongside the others, that night was the
 warmest l'd been in a month. I dozed, basking
 in the glorious warmth.
 And then I fell asleep.
 And then I fell off the stool.
 I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden
 platform, and looked up to see an entire ring
 of terrified and worried faces around me
 Everyone had their hands up, ready to help
 me up, except no one had touched me. Naked
 chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all
 the men and women were suddenly acutely
 aware they couldn't just grab a half-asleep
 dazed naked chick.
 Fortunately someone had the bright idea to
 tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay
 it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was
 quick to help me up.
 After that, the instructor and students got
 used to taking turns talking to me, just
 to make sure I wasn't dozing off. Which
 was weird, at first, because l'd done two
 semesters just being a silent prop, and now
 I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe
 completely unlike any other I'd modeled for
 and it ended up one of my favorite modeling
 experiences.
 postscript: months later, walking on campus
 with someone who'd eventually become my
 spouse, we passed some guys on the main
 path. One of them stopped, peered at me
 and then said hello, excitedly, saying, "sorry, I
 didn't recognize you, I've never seen you with
 your clothes on!
 whitebear-ofthe-watertribe
 This is honestly so delightful and accurate
 thenightingalelily
 The only situation where saying "T've never
 seen you with your clothes on" is a completely
 normal thing to say
 Source: professorpineapple
Art modelling

Art modelling

Candy, Cars, and Children: brakehagev2 Slate.com 5 hrs Slate Dear Prudie: Do I have to give them candy? Help! Kids From Poorer Neighborhoods Keep Trick- or-Treating in Mine Slate.com Dear Prudence I live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the country, but on one of the more "modest" streets-mostly doctors and lawyers and family business owners. (A few blocks away are billionaires, families with famous last names, media moguls, etc.) I have noticed that on Halloween, what seems like 75 percent of the trick-or-treaters are clearly not from this neighborhood. Kids arrive in overflowing cars from less fortunate areas. I feel this is inappropriate. Halloween isn't a social service or a charity in which I have to buy candy for less fortunate children. Obviously this makes me feel like a terrible person, because what's the big deal about making less fortunate kids happy on a holiday? But it just bugs me, because we already pay more than enough taxes toward actual social services. Should Halloween be a neighborhood activity, or is it legitimately a free-for-all in which people hunt down the best candy grounds for their kids? Slate.com's Post See More > guys this is actually real like a real person wrote this goodtimegang "more than enough" oh you fucking saints, absolutely pouring wealth onto the unfortunates rune-midgarts lol this is amazing ryulongd Dear 99, In the urban neighborhood where I used to live, families who were not from the immediate area would come in fairly large groups to trick-or-treat on our streets, which were safe, well-lit, and full of people overstocked with candy. It was delightful to see the little mermaids, spider-men, ghosts, and the occasional axe murderer excitedly run up and down our front steps, having the time of their lives. So we'd spend an extra $20 to make sure we had enough candy for kids who weren't as fortunate as ours. There you are, 99, on the impoverished side of Greenwich or Beverly Hills, with the other struggling lawyers, doctors, and business owners. Your whine makes me kind of wish that people from the actual poor side of town come this year not with scary costumes but with real pitchforks. Stop being callous and miserly and go to Costco, you cheapskate, and get enough candy to fill the bags of the kids who come one day a year to marvel at how the 1 percent live. -Prudie Dear Prudie I think I just witnessed a murder teaboot You fucking monster wahbegan GET HER PRUDENCE Is it that hard to not be a jerk for one night
Candy, Cars, and Children: brakehagev2
 Slate.com
 5 hrs
 Slate
 Dear Prudie: Do I have to give them candy?
 Help! Kids From Poorer Neighborhoods Keep Trick-
 or-Treating in Mine
 Slate.com
 Dear Prudence
 I live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods
 in the country, but on one of the more
 "modest" streets-mostly doctors and
 lawyers and family business owners. (A few
 blocks away are billionaires, families with
 famous last names, media moguls, etc.) I
 have noticed that on Halloween, what seems
 like 75 percent of the trick-or-treaters are
 clearly not from this neighborhood. Kids
 arrive in overflowing cars from less fortunate
 areas. I feel this is inappropriate. Halloween
 isn't a social service or a charity in which I
 have to buy candy for less fortunate children.
 Obviously this makes me feel like a terrible
 person, because what's the big deal about
 making less fortunate kids happy on a
 holiday? But it just bugs me, because we
 already pay more than enough taxes toward
 actual social services. Should Halloween be a
 neighborhood activity, or is it legitimately a
 free-for-all in which people hunt down the
 best candy grounds for their kids?
 Slate.com's Post
 See More >
 guys this is actually real like a real
 person wrote this
 goodtimegang
 "more than enough" oh you fucking
 saints, absolutely pouring wealth onto
 the unfortunates
 rune-midgarts
 lol this is amazing
 ryulongd
 Dear 99,
 In the urban neighborhood where I used to live, families who were not from the
 immediate area would come in fairly large groups to trick-or-treat on our
 streets, which were safe, well-lit, and full of people overstocked with candy. It
 was delightful to see the little mermaids, spider-men, ghosts, and the occasional
 axe murderer excitedly run up and down our front steps, having the time of their
 lives. So we'd spend an extra $20 to make sure we had enough candy for kids
 who weren't as fortunate as ours. There you are, 99, on the impoverished side of
 Greenwich or Beverly Hills, with the other struggling lawyers, doctors, and
 business owners. Your whine makes me kind of wish that people from the actual
 poor side of town come this year not with scary costumes but with real
 pitchforks. Stop being callous and miserly and go to Costco, you cheapskate,
 and get enough candy to fill the bags of the kids who come one day a year to
 marvel at how the 1 percent live.
 -Prudie
 Dear Prudie
 I think I just witnessed a murder
 teaboot
 You fucking monster
 wahbegan
 GET HER PRUDENCE
Is it that hard to not be a jerk for one night

Is it that hard to not be a jerk for one night

Beautiful, Gif, and God: Emilia 12:27 AM A sonnet about a first love 1:18 AM What a nice, nonironic ask. Subject matter's adorable, so here She places hand to chest with heart a-blaze, Each halting thump a dance of heat and joy. No other one could brighten up her days, Delightful nights' embrace with caring boy No earthly sight as great as she to him, Undressing nude in morning bedside light. Declaring unbound feeling on a whim, Engagement? marriage? Wedding dresses white? Soon bride and groom, they loved with all their heart, Expecting everything to stay the same Mirages ripple, warp, and tear apart; Idealized people's pictures do the same Love lost is better than a love not shared In some pursuits, the rich are those who dared Liked by Emilia Aaaand there we go. A sonnet thingy Oh my go Made my whole night, that was beautiful Just wait until you read the first letter of each line LMAO Okay night officially made That was great I'm still laughing Then you don't even wanna know about what happens if you read the first letter of each word in my first response Oh my god Do you do this to every girl? Lmfaoooo because that's actually a talent If only it ended there, Emilia Read the first letter of the second word of every line In what message? In the poem, the first letter of the second word in each line Honestly, you deserve it after all that Is that the end of the hidden messages so i can give it to you haha What if I told you to read the first letter of each of your own messages Lmao nah you've reached the end Your message GIF Thats it. Im done. Ive actually peaked this time and Ill never reach these heights again
Beautiful, Gif, and God: Emilia
 12:27 AM
 A sonnet about a first love
 1:18 AM
 What a nice, nonironic ask.
 Subject matter's adorable, so here
 She places hand to chest with heart a-blaze,
 Each halting thump a dance of heat and joy.
 No other one could brighten up her days,
 Delightful nights' embrace with caring boy
 No earthly sight as great as she to him,
 Undressing nude in morning bedside light.
 Declaring unbound feeling on a whim,
 Engagement? marriage? Wedding dresses white?
 Soon bride and groom, they loved with all their heart,
 Expecting everything to stay the same
 Mirages ripple, warp, and tear apart;
 Idealized people's pictures do the same
 Love lost is better than a love not shared
 In some pursuits, the rich are those who dared
 Liked by Emilia
 Aaaand there we go. A sonnet thingy
 Oh my go
 Made my whole night, that was beautiful
 Just wait until you read the first letter of each line
 LMAO
 Okay night officially made
 That was great I'm still laughing
 Then you don't even wanna know about what happens
 if you read the first letter of each word in my first
 response
 Oh my god
 Do you do this to every girl? Lmfaoooo
 because that's actually a talent
 If only it ended there, Emilia
 Read the first letter of the second word of every line
 In what message?
 In the poem, the first letter of the second word in each
 line
 Honestly, you deserve it after all that
 Is that the end of the hidden messages so
 i can give it to you haha
 What if I told you to read the first letter of each of your
 own messages
 Lmao nah you've reached the end
 Your message
 GIF
Thats it. Im done. Ive actually peaked this time and Ill never reach these heights again

Thats it. Im done. Ive actually peaked this time and Ill never reach these heights again