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Good Guy Polar Bear [via]

@echolalaphile @fox-bright

Would you kill him in his bed?
Thrust a dagger through his head?
I would not, could not, kill the King.
I could not do that evil thing.
I would not wed this girl, you see.
Now get her to a nunnery.

~ Green Eggs and Hamlet

fandomsandfeminism:

sheathandshear:

fandomsandfeminism:

packbat:

fandomsandfeminism:

anti-collectivism-anti-stupid:

fandomsandfeminism:

“Chevalier d’Éon, was a French diplomat, spy, freemason and soldier who fought in the Seven Years’ War. D’Éon had androgynous physical characteristics and natural abilities as a mimic, good features for a spy. D’Éon appeared publicly as a man and pursued masculine occupations for 49 years, although during that time d’Éon successfully infiltrated the court of Empress Elizabeth of Russia by presenting as a woman. For 33 years, from 1777, d’Éon dressed as a woman, claiming to have been female at birth. Doctors who examined d’Éon’s body after d’Éon’s death discovered that d’Éon would have actually been designated male at birth.”

Can we all talk about this bad ass genderfluid French soldier/spy from the 1700s? Please?

He presented as a woman for a specific reason. That doesn’t make him gender fluid.

They also lived the rest of their life until death as a woman. They retired from their work in the military and lived the last years of their life as a woman, collecting a military pension.

So I don’t know why you think you get to decide that their gender “really” was a cis man?

Chevaliere d’Eon blackmailed the French government into changing the records to say that she was born female. I’m having a hard time seeing that as anything other than an especially punk rock form of legal transition.

God damn. d’Eon did not fuck around.

Fun fact: she continued to compete in fencing tournaments up into her sixties. There’s some great art of her facing off against opponents.

❤

Very early Sesame Street. Oscar the Grouch still in his original orange and Big Bird’s tiny cranium.

No doubt about it. Carol Spinney performs both Oscar and Big Bird.

Richard Hunt between takes as Ernie’s right hand.

Not certain if this is original Barkley performer Toby Towson or not.

Muppet stars in between takes including the Count and Super Grover.

Jim Henson and Richard Hunt perform Ernie, Frank Oz performs Bert.

shadowofaseraph:

beardedboggan:

loosetoon:

Early 70’s behind the scenes of Sesame Street with the Muppets.

That picture with the Count and the pile of puppets: “15. 15 blood drained corpses. Ah ah ah!”

@echolalaphile for your Jim Henson tag

shadowofaseraph:

dirtydirtychai:

ladytemeraire:

samuraiknitter:

garrisonbabe:

no offense but every skein of yarn should be center pull

And not require yarn gynecology to find the end.

Reblogging entirely for “yarn gynecology”

well this makes the term fingering yarn that much more awkward

@echolalaphile @aretine

time-lordd:

saiktaru:

vagin0:

disneyprincessoflyrian:

books-and-cookies:

alexbelvocal:

ultravioletnights:

i’m sorry but there is no way you could have stopped me from standing on my chair and screeching like a banshee if i saw this live…

What

how

HOW

“ballet isn’t a sport”

The thing about this is, you can barely see their muscles straining from effort. The effort to keep each other and themselves balanced, definitely, but that guy’s hand is barely shaking. The amount of training and strength and balance to go into this is fucking insane.

Ballet is raw AF

shadowofaseraph:

mountainchickens:

these proud lesbian moms wish you a good morning

@echolalaphile

allthingslinguistic:

“Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” in Anglo-Saxon meter, by Philip Craig Chapman-Bell. Via Etymonline on Facebook, who says “An Internet classic; but I can no longer find it where I first found it (Cathy Ball’s Old English reference pages).”

Incipit gestis Rudolphi rangifer tarandus

Hwæt, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor –
Næfde þæt nieten unsciende næsðyrlas!
Glitenode and gladode godlice nosgrisele.
Ða hofberendas mid huscwordum hine gehefigodon;
Nolden þa geneatas Hrodulf næftig
To gomene hraniscum geador ætsomne.
Þa in Cristesmæsseæfne stormigum clommum,
Halga Claus þæt gemunde to him maðelode:
“Neahfreond nihteage nosubeorhtende!
Min hroden hrædwæn gelæd ðu, Hrodulf!”
Ða gelufodon hira laddeor þa lyftflogan –
Wæs glædnes and gliwdream; hornede sum gegieddode
“Hwæt, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor,
Brad springð þin blæd: breme eart þu!”

Rendered literally into modern English:

Here begins the deeds of Rudolph, Tundra-Wanderer

Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer –
That beast didn’t have unshiny nostrils!
The goodly nose-cartilage glittered and glowed.
The hoof-bearers taunted him with proud words;
The comrades wouldn’t allow wretched Hrodulf
To join the reindeer games.
Then, on Christmas Eve bound in storms
Santa Claus remembered that, spoke formally to him:
“Dear night-sighted friend, nose-bright one!
You, Hrodulf, shall lead my adorned rapid-wagon!”
Then the sky-flyers praised their lead-deer –
There was gladness and music; one of the horned ones sang
“Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer,
Your fame spreads broadly, you are renowned!”