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July 08 2016

18:20

fionapop is now depresane

Sorry for inconvenience.

June 13 2015

fionapop
10:49
Reinstalling drivers for a graphic tablet. For the second damn time.

June 11 2015

15:48
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catsbeaversandducks:

“I regret nothing.”

Photos via Imgur

15:48

now-denial:

*wants to chill and avoid drama*
*is opinionated and takes no shit, criticises everything and needs to have the last word*

15:48
15:47
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15:46

ohfili:

it feels like the entire tolkien fandom just lost one of their grandfathers

15:41

commandertabbycat:

  • Support autistic people who aren’t geniuses
  • Support autistic people who haven’t made huge, groundbreaking achievements
  • Support autistic people who can’t make a career out of their special interests
  • Support autistic people who don’t do well academically
  • Support autistic people who aren’t interested in maths or science
  • Support autistic adults who don’t fit a cute ‘child prodigy’ image
  • Support autistic people who are struggling to hold down a minimum-wage job
  • Support autistic people who can’t get a job
  • Support autistic people who don’t lend themselves to ‘inspirational’ anecdotes about accomplishment in the face of disability
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wizzard890:

So I was going to write a post talking about Jean-Honoré Fragonard’s painting The Swing, which is, as you all know, business as usual around here. Now, the first step in any art post is finding a high-quality image, which put me on Google, which in turn led me to this. 

And this is–I mean. Look, this moment slipped my mind, all right? I saw Frozen once, was deeply unimpressed, and never thought about it again. I forgot that it contained a blissfully unaware nod to a dirty painting.

Yeah. Surprise! The Swing is a dirty goddamn painting. 

Duh, you say, that guy’s looking straight up her dress, but that’s mid-range dirty at best, this is eighteenth century France, the aristocracy got dirtier than that on their way to breakfast. And presumably also at breakfast. A swing isn’t good enough! More filth! Better filth, you demand, beating your hands on the table.

Well, let me just assure you that you are looking at genuinely fun dirty, and hopefully that holds you over while we take a little trip into background. Buckle in for a very French story. 

Sometime in the 1760s, painter Gabriel François Doyen, fresh off the success of several large-scale religious paintings, was contacted by a “gentleman of the court”, who had seen his work and been moved by it. Pleased by the attention, Doyen went to meet this courtier, and discovered him at what he later described as “a pleasure house”, entangled an an amorous embrace with his mistress. The following exchange, related by Doyen to a writer friend of his several years after the fact, went something like this: 

“Monsieur Doyen, I was so moved by your work! The angels, the colors, the piety. Its beauty is unrivaled!”

“Well, that’s–very kind of you. Although I do…that is. If you and your–ah, young lady would rather I returned later–”

“Nonsense, sit down, sit down! You should be as comfortable as we are.”

At which point Doyen, more or less trapped, did pull up a chair, although presumably not without giving it a surreptitious wipe with his handkerchief first.

The young aristocrat, whose identity is unknown, was apparently so impressed by Doyen’s religious work that he hoped to commission the artist for something decidedly less religious. 

Just try to imagine it: Doyen sitting on the edge of some louche-looking parlour chair while a young man in a highly noticeable state of undress cuddles with his equally nude lady friend and describes what will surely be a masterpiece.

“I should like to see madame–” (history doesn’t tell us if he booped her nose here, but I like to imagine he did) “On a swing, being pushed by a bishop. But you will place me in such a way that I will be able to see the legs of the lovely girl, and better still, if you would like to enliven your picture a little more…”

Now you’d think, wouldn’t you, that Doyen would have gone a little pale at this and made his excuses, but hilariously, he appears to kind of get into it, all of a sudden suggesting, "Ah Monsieur, it is necessary to add to the essential idea of your picture by making Madame’s shoes fly into the air and having some cupids catch them.”

Flying shoes, he said. Essential, he said. Remember that for later. 

In the end though, for whatever reason, Doyen decided not to take the commission, and passed it to Jean-Honoré Fragonard, who took the idea, looked at it, decided “too tame.” 

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Now, the only thing he really changed from the initial idea was the bishop. The man pushing the swing is now just a dude. A significantly older dude than the young man in the foreground, though, which is notable. We don’t know for certain why this alteration was made, maybe Fragonard didn’t want to get on the wrong side of the church. Or maybe he just sucked at drawing vestments.

The old not-bishop is hidden in shadow, holding the rope of the swing, his age and restraint rendering him unimportant. This is an image for the young and passionate. The girl on the swing leaves the trees behind, flying with her knees open towards the statue of Cupid, who holds a finger to his lips, signifying the illicit nature of this encounter. And like, make no mistake, this is an encounter. Our unnamed aristocrat lies on the ground, twined around with blossoming undergrowth, his eyes directed beneath her skirts, and his arm erect, reaching for what he sees. He holds his hat in his hand, a funny little detail until you remember that in late 18th century erotic art, men’s hats (and their bared heads) were often directly analogous with their dicks. No one ever said Rococo was subtle, okay. 

The swing (and the young lady on it) are at the peak of their movement, all fluttering pinks and the soft, sinuous curve of her body beneath the glistening silk, and just as she’s gone as far as she can go, positioned over her lover’s outstretched arm, with her toes pointed at Cupid–her shoe flies off. (A missing shoe, by the way, and a bare foot, were neck-and-neck with the broken pitcher in the French Symbols Of Lost Virginity Sweepstakes.)

All of which is to say, The Swing is a painting of an orgasm. 

I almost don’t know where to take it from here. Um, let’s see. Well, this became an iconic image of the Rococo period, thanks to the rich colors, freedom of movement and the finished image’s contagious joy. Mostly-contagious, anyway, Enlightenment philosophers hated it, presumably because they weren’t getting laid. But it really is hard not to smile looking at it. That girl’s having a great time. 

Such a great time, in fact, that Anna from Frozen probably shouldn’t be reenacting it. Even with both her shoes on.  

June 10 2015

03:52

bigbigtruck:

it’s happy hour again

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azumarrill:

Time for the tragic shoujo lesbian 💖

03:51

kaciart:

severusnapers:

He thinks he’s being all clever trying to sneak up on me. Bless him. 😍🙊 #pug #pugs

Omg KILL ME

03:51

bigendernepeta:

revtomdildomolar:

sunflowerlily:

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what?? piE ? i gotta see this

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ohhhh it says “piece” not “pie”

wait a second…

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omfg no

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MAKE IT STOPAPAPFDG S

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#my favorite thing about the dick snake is its smug little smirk#look at that#it knows exactly what it’s doing

my anaconda dont

03:49

June 09 2015

17:27
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voyagehour:

I just really like this one and it only took me a couple hours to finish :’)

17:26
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awesome-picz:

This Domesticated Baby Red Fox Is The Sleepiest Pet Ever

16:54

geekingermany:

tyrannyoftheurgent:

thelastmellophone:

captioned-vines:

benepla:

i don’t speak asl but i’ve been looking through this deaf woman’s vine acocunt and i’ve never felt a vine harder

Person in red: “ Heidi is really- “

Person in blue: [interjecting] “ Hold on.” [looks around] “Go on.”

Person in red: “ Really annoying- “

Heidi: [pops out of trash can] “Are you talking trash about me?”

THIS IS ART

NICE

what-am-i-doing-with-my-life 

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