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i'm going to say something insane. i think the overall pronounced fandom cultural slide away from complex plotty violent work and towards kidfic and coffee shops AUs and cozy domestic romcoms is a symptom of fascism.
okay actually this is a great phrase for it
Reblogging this for the term "neopastoralism", because I think that's fantastic.
Coffee shop AUs are, like... fine. They're not my thing, but they're hardly going to end the world. We don't need to have a moral panic about people enjoying coffee shop AUs. I'm also not about to come for anyone seeking escapism in the current hellscape.
However, I do think it's interesting to examine the tendency within these AUs to project a sort of idyll onto the coffee shop: here is a whimsical place where you can spend time with your friends and potentially meet your true love; here is a world where the greatest dilemma you may face is choosing the right coffee syrup for a new beverage or sneaking your number onto that to-go cup without being obvious.
The fantasy of the coffee shop AU is divorced almost entirely from the reality of an actual coffee shop. There are no abusive, creepy customers or bosses; there is no mention of the barista's wages; we don't see the dishwasher sweating at their station, the cashiers' aching feet; the person whose job it is to clean the (customer-only?) toilets. These topics are Political and Depressing and Must Be Avoided, because Political and Depressing things are antithetical to this kind of escapism.
The coffee shop AU exists, not in a world without capitalism (because this is a setting where commerce is actively happening) but in a world where capitalism has no teeth: a world where capitalism somehow works. In order to be convinced and soothed by this fantasy, you must suspend your disbelief and avert your eyes. You must filter the coffee shop through a neopastoralist lens.
To me, there's something very uncanny about it.
reblogging this again cuz I feel like the canary in the mine.
"What's wrong with Coffee Shop AUs?" Dude nobody shat on your coffe shop AUs I beg you to read the post.
"Stop grilling people for liking Coffee Shop AUs!!!" Again please read the post, this is not about you.
"People have always written fluff!! [cites some example]!!" Nobody said it never existed before, please read the post.
"Not everything was better in the past, you know! It's fascist to say things were better in the past!" Actual comment from another post. I beg people to raed
"Is there really more fluff tho? Sure, people demand wholesome fics now and low-stakes happy-ending-only stories for queer characters, BUt.... are there really more coffee shops?" .......dude is so close so getting it... they notice the trend too... they are just confused by the absence of Coffee.... I'm gonna scream.
"What do you mean there is no darkfic/whump anymore? [cites example]" Do I say it again? Nobody claimed that. ReAD the PoST.
Some of this really fit with my personal experiences over the last 15 years (increasing volume and vigor of backlash based on moral judgments; increasing demand for tidy happy endings) and some did not (less fic with violence; more wholesome/kid/cafe fic), and I wondered to what extent my fandom bubble was insulating me from broader patterns. Or if other people are thinking of a different timescale for these patterns.
I pulled some data from the most commonly used tags as well as the basic archive warnings and ratings and some other relevant ones, covering the last year and then the 2010-2015 time period:
Red means less common in in 2025 than 2010-2015; green means more common in 2025. The 2010-2015 range is just the time I personally was curious about. I did also look at the data 15+ years ago, but that period has a glut of older works being uploaded.
I approve of powerscaling discourse only in utterly senseless contexts. I don't give a shit about which shĆnen protagonists could beat up which other shĆnen protagonists, but I will 100% read your five thousand word essay exploring the subtle nuances of establishing a tiered ranking of the Smurfs.
"Could Batman beat Captain America" trite, tedious, bullshit. "Could Deadpool beat Roger Rabbit" now you have my attention.
These are solid
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girls when they get overstimulated in the grocery store
can't believe that pompeii by bastille is over ten years old now. but I guess if you close your eyes it does almost feel like nothing changed at all

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is this relatable to everyone or just me
Went to the Paris Yaoi Con today and got my Fence comic signed by C.S. Pacat!! Also managed to get a small haul of fanart and merch!!
Prints by juniejunette on instagram, they are so beautiful!
ESA has new astronauts and 8 of them are women! Before today ESA had only a single female astronaut. More detailed post to omce in the next few days.
Sophie Adenot France Career AstronautÂ
Pablo Ălvarez FernĂĄndez Spain Career Astronaut
Meganne Christian UK Member of the Astronaut Reserve
Anthea Comellini Italy Member of the Astronaut Reserve
Rosemary Coogan UK Career Astronaut
Sara GarcĂa Alonso Spain Member of the Astronaut Reserve
Raphaël Liégeois Belgium Career Astronaut
John McFall UK Parastronaut Feasibility Study Member
Andrea Patassa Italy Member of the Astronaut Reserve
Carmen Possnig Austria Member of the Astronaut Reserve
Arnaud Prost France Member of the Astronaut Reserve
Amelie Schoenenwald Germany Member of the Astronaut Reserve
Marco Sieber Switzerland Career Astronaut
Aleƥ Svoboda Czech Republic Member of the Astronaut Reserve
SĆawosz UznaĆski Poland Member of the Astronaut Reserve
Marcus Wandt Sweden Member of the Astronaut Reserve
Nicola Winter Germany Member of the Astronaut Reserve
Read more on ESA
friendly reminder that my university uses the taxidermied body of its founder as the chief librarian so every time i swipe my card to sit in the library and study heâs just sat in his glass cabinet following me w his sunken glass eyes like he knows i still have fines overdue
incase anyone thot i was kiddingâŠ.like i know it was his own dying wish but someone shoulda said noâŠ.
he also attends meetingsÂ
oh itâs okay; thatâs not his real head. itâs wax. youâre not actually seeing any of his body
Oh man, so, this is Jeremy Bentham. Jeremy sodding Bentham, architect of my earliest night frights. This bastard, this walnut-headed corpse, made me afraid to turn my night-light off for months. And I donât even go here.
Things you need to know about this whole bloody farce:
firstly, as some people have pointed out, heâs not exactly in the library, which is probably for the best, because that honestly just hands students an excuse not to go to the library on a plate. âSorry I didnât do the reading, but Jeremy fucking Bentham was staring into my frightened soul again.â Universities rely on students not dropping out because theyâre too afraid to study under the watchful eye of an eldritch abomination, so heâs in the cloister, apparently. Not that thatâs much better.
secondly, no, that is not his real head. Donât panic. You arenât staring into the sunken eyes of a corpse. Instead, youâre staring into the sunken eyes of an eerily lifelike wax head, deliberately coloured so as to give the pallor of death and mummification which, as Iâm sure we can all agree, is just fine. Why mummification, you ask?
well, because Jeremy Bentham was a bit weird, all things considered. From the age of 21, Bentham had bequeathed his body to be dissected by a family friend, which honestly is not what Iâd personally use my illustrious family connections for, but thatâs fine. This pal ultimately died before Bentham did, so Benthamâs dissection was carried out by his philosophical disciple, Thomas Southwood Smith. Bentham also instructed Smith to create an âauto iconâ of his body, which is a fancy way of saying âput me in a goddamn glass box and make me look as not-dead as possibleâ. This was to consist of his skeleton, padded out with hay and dressed in his favourite gladrags, and his actual mummified head, which was to be mummified so as to resemble Bentham as he was when he lived. However:
Bentham, although probably not ever in line to become the 6th member of One Direction, did not look like a raisin. His mummified head, though? Oh boy. Oh boy, did Smith fuck that up. He was something of a maverick, and decided to mummify Benthamâs head based on practices perfected by indigenous peoples of New Zealand. Those practitioners had had centuries to perfect their art. Smith did not. The end result is honestly too creepy for me to post here, but needless to say, it did not look like Bentham did in life. Unless Bentham looked like a shrunken prune with wispy white hair, anyway.
for a long time, Benthamâs body was displayed with the skeleton and wax head making up his âauto iconâ, with his real head in a box by his feet. A side note here: I once saw a photo of this as a kid and it gave me nightmares for about 6 months. Howevs, Bentham is on display at a university, so you know what that means. Yes, it means that students kept stealing the head as a fun prank. Let me repeat that: for a jovial funtime goof, teens stole the disembodied, shrivelled skull of the father of modern utilitarianism. Which is fine.
the only real parts of Bentham in that figure now are his hair, which they took from the skull, and his skeleton. Not that that makes it any less creepy, but this is essentially a headless classroom skeleton in a fancy padded outfit with a wax head. Writing it out, that kind of makes it worse.
the real head is now locked away, ostensibly so that students canât keep terrifying their flatmates with it by using it as the worldâs most haunting Scream mask, but probably in reality just to stop the fucking nightmares.
except itâs about to go on display again, so run for the hills, I guess.
This is at the University College London, for the record
#Reminds me of a bird of paradise
I watched this video on mute. Then I thought âI wonder what song heâs dancing to?â Spoiler alert: Itâs the song youâre thinking of.

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â rhaenyra and alicent | excerpts from marriage
every now and then i have to think of the roman family from two thousand years ago that buried their little daughter in a boyâs athletic-themed sarcophagus and i weep a little because thatâs the softest declaration of love i can possibly imagine
i am once again emotional and sleep deprived so let me elaborate to make myself feel better.
octavia paulina was a six year old girl whose sarcophagus was found in her familyâs tomb at via triumphalis in rome, dated roughly around the third century a.d. her parents mourned her mors immatura, her premature death, by having the wall behind her sarcophagus painted with the image of a giant meadow with children and a chariot pulled by doves accompanied by hermes leading an unconscious girl into afterlife. (to my knowledge, the doves and the fact that they were led by hermes was a symbol for hope.)
the sarcophagus itself shows athletic competitions between girls and boys alike, and in the most important one on the front, octavia paulina appears as the winner (a palm branch in her hand, which is meant to symbolize her strength and honor, her virtus). her opponent is sitting on the floor, upset. what really stands out is that octavia paulinaâs parents ordered a common sarcophagus that was usually used to bury boys with athletic interests or futures but then proceeded to have it remodeled â smaller heads and genitalia cut off etc â to include girls in the relief.
i just get very soft when i think about parents ordering a sarcophagus for their little daughter who think itâs perfect for her and who remodel it to make it even more accurate for her. the thought of parents more than 1.700 years ago thinking their six year old daughter deserves a sarcophagus that fits her personality (rather than what was expected of her as a young girl of the time) despite none being available and then ordering for it to be altered makes me wanna scream because itâs such a human and caring thing to do. maybe octavia paulina even had a say in this because it took weeks to months to make a sarcophagus this detailed.
disclaimer: a lot of this messy little thing was transcribed from what my professor has told us in his sarcophagus class and this article; this is just a rambling post, it isnât detailed or well put or structured properly, and not fit for scientific research.
In 2000 a Roman tomb from the first century DC was found in Grottaferrata, near Rome. Inside there were two sarcofagi in white marble identifying their occupants. Both people had died in summer, albeit years apart from each other, and had been preserved (an unusual detail that suggests they might have been followers of the cult of Isis). They were mother and son, other inscriptions tell us the tomb had been commissioned by the womanâs younger daughter (the half sister of the man) Antestia Balbina.Â
The young man, Carvilio Gemello, was around 18 when he died, likely as a consequence of a bone fracture in his leg. The woman, Aebutia, was around forty forty-five when she died and was buried wearing this ring (now housed in the Palestrina Archeological museum)
Behind the quartz window we can still see the face of Carvilio Gemello engraved in a golden miniature that his mother commissioned.Â
In a way, Aebutia and the parents of Octavia Paulina, succeeded in defying death with their acts of love. After thousands of years we can still see the face of Carvilio Gemello like his mother last saw him, know that Octavia Paulina was an athletic little girl beloved by her family. Life was unkind to both so those who loved them tried to make sure memory wouldnât be.Â
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