you make a compelling argument there
No argument. Truly binary.
(ETA January 2022: The joys of a new theme that has a “Random” button…) :)
I know a story about this.
A well-known filksinger in US fandom had her house broken into one night.
She was also a swordswoman. The burglar was in the (darkened) front room. The filker’s bedroom was in the back. And the burglar was MOST surprised when a howling ghostly apparition (in a long white nightgown) suddenly burst into the front room, swinging a hand-and-a-half broadsword around her head and screaming “BLOOD AND SOULS FOR ODIN!”
The burglar went straight through the front room’s picture window before our associate ever got near him.
…God but I wish this had happened in The Times Of Video. “It would have been glorious…”
I want to summarize what I’ve been reading about in the library. hhhhhh how do I do that
I’ve been reading (and have read) a lot about trauma and anxiety, and also literature, literary theory, literary criticism, things like that. I feel like I’m comprehending something vast about human nature and my own nature that makes me want to vibrate at the speed of light.
It’s something to do with picking up a book in the literature section that was a survey of woundedness, or scars and wounds as motifs in classic literature, and picking up a book in the psych section about feeling safe and healing from fear, and realizing the books’ prefaces talked about essentially the same things in essentially the same language
sufficiently advanced psychology, that is, compassionate and human centered, is indistinguishable from literary studies
This book is about coping with real life horror, but it also is just one fantastic insight after another on how to write about horror, probably more so than anything I’ve read actually for the purpose of showing how to write horror.
I literally cannot stop returning to these lines in my head, especially “And only two processes are strong enough to reduce and contain fear. Those two processes are: knowing and loving.”
Does this writer know what a searing artistic insight they have happened upon? That a horror story, a story that delves in fear, must also be a love story, not in the sense of a story about falling in love or that centers the feeling of love, but in the sense that wherever love and understanding is absent, there true horror is, and whatever loves or is loved or must be loved, whatever understands or is understood or demands to be understood, that is what lets us fight back.
Like there are all these thinkpieces on what the core of the horror story is, what is the fundamental human fear that drives it, and I think this is it. It’s right here
pratchett will write an entire book about the grim reaper pretending to be santa claus while the grim reaper’s granddaughter goes about hunting down the dumbass who decided to kill santa, and then right when you think you’re done and the oddly pointed shenanigans are winding down he hits you with “humans need fantasy to be human. to be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape,” and knocks you into next wednesday
He was one of the very best of us. Not just because the fiction-creating parts of him could do this (and make it look easy): but because the inside of his head was like this.
- You can’t
- You won’t
- You don’t
- Don’t even try
- Seriously, you can’t do it
- It’s impossible
- Stop trying
Also: some of them may be adjudged to be more real than you are. This makes them particularly hard to get over.
Relax to the inevitable, and (if you can) enjoy it. :)
Just a note for people. My present Tumblr theme is (for mostly under-the-hood reasons) getting on my (and others’…) nerves: so it’s time to change it.
Things may therefore be a bit busted loose here for a day or two. Please bear with me/us…
Have you ever heard of mirror spiders? They're like a delightful, non-intergalactic version of K't'lk!
I’ve seen them! They’re cute as hell. Very shiny. :)
One of the easiest and most gratifying restorations a person can do! About half my cast iron is salvaged, the rest was new.
A great YouTube channel for cast iron cookware, restoring, collecting, cleaning & cooking, is Cast Iron Cookware. The guy is incredible.
is that the reason that these oldschool pans never have a wooden handle? So you can treat them in the oven like this without destroying part of them?
Yes, thats why. Also so you can cook food in them in the oven or on an open fire without damage.
Always wipe clean with a wet rag or sponge after cooking, minimize scrubbing, simmer water in the pan to soften really stuck bits. Then dry fully and put just a smidge of your oil/fat of choice on it before putting the pan away. And liberally re-season (the coating with oil/fat and baking at 400 part) as needed if you notice things sticking more!
These pans will last multiple lifetimes, as evidenced by the video above.
This is always useful info. You never know when you’re going to come across a cast iron pot in need of a good home and some TLC.
You wrote about murder?? Murder is illegal?? You wrote about this dude killing someone and you didn’t even say ‘murder is bad’ at the start of the book, wht wtf, wtf is wrong with you? I can’t believe you condone murder, I can’t believe you’re pro murber, oh my fucking God don'ttalk to me when ou literally kill people, freak. I’m calling the cops, what the fuck, I’m shaking and crying.
(chuckle) …Wow, and I haven’t even hit the n*cr*ph*l** part yet.
i had a thought today like man, my ancestors would probably not approve very much of me being such an extravagant glutton, but then i was like wtf are u kidding. those dumbasses didn’t live on a fuckin potato ass diet for no minimalism. they didn’t do what they did, whatever the fuck it was, for me NOT to fucking eat my bodyweight in sashimi!!! they would be fucking ecstatic to see me making the most of my opportunities for plenty. they would be fucking cheering me on. every lice-covered cossack and illiterate serf and three-toothed yak herder in my lineage is with me in this restaurant, and they are going absolutely apeshit watching me try to fit an entire samosa in my mouth
me, standing in front of the burger king counter like the blithering hunger gibbon i am: i’ll have… uhhh… double whopper with fries. thank you. large please
the 500 mongolian tatar and polish jew ghosts behind me: [ERUPT INTO WILD SCREAMING AND HIGH FIVES]
can you believe there is a painting of cossacks going hogwild out there that fits this situation perfectly
I just ran across your blog and was like 'is that Diane Duane? Young Wizards Diane Duane?!' I'm in the throes of nostalgia right now. I remember saving up my allowance as a kid and begging my parents to take me to the book store so I could buy the next one of your books. Young Wizards was the series that made me love reading. Deep Wizardry and Wizard's Holiday were my favorites. I reread them so many times they started falling apart lol. Thank you for happy childhood memories!!!
You’re entirely welcome! I’m delighted that the books were there for you. And that they were, so to speak, “getting the job done.”
Meanwhile, you might like to check into YoungWizards.com and see if there’ve been any new developments that might interest you. :)
Anyway, thanks again for letting me know.
Added from a tweet down the thread, in response to someone inquiring about the “costumes”: They’re not costumes. These are regulation uniform… but only if you’re in permanent service aboard Constitution.
“The uniform is modeled on US Navy Uniform Regs of 23 Nov 1813 & will normally be worn to educate & inform the public about early naval heritage. Only personnel permanently assigned to USS CONSTITUTION may wear Navy issued 1813 uniforms, designated Winter 1813s or Summer 1813s.“
This is so wholesome
Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
https://twitter.com/pariszarcilla?lang=en heres his twitter is here there is also additonal cat photos of his children.
CAT DAD IS BACK
aww, the kids grow up so fast. ;-;
HHHHHHHH I LOVE CAT DAD!
This is, by far, the single most adorable fucking thing I have ever seen.
I love that he kept …. All of them.
I’ve reblogged the earlier part of this thread before, and the new stuff makes it even better.
This is the Tumblr equivalent of a warm hug on a cold day.
I remember this thread, but I never saw the grown-up pics ❤
All hail Catdad
I saw Catdad for the first time today, and my day instantly became exponentially better.
CATDAD HAS REVIVED MY WILL TO LIVE
I live for cat dad-
Cat dad has saved us all
I had not seen the updates. I am so happy that the Cat Gods smiled upon this person and their new family :)
He’s got more recent pictures (and is also an INCREDIBLE artist), but this is the fam circa May 2020 :>
It’s been over a year? Where is cat dad? Where is he?
Fear not, CatDad is still happily with us:
Cat Dad 2022 pic.
It’s been far too long since I saw these guys. “Heartwarming” doesn’t begin to touch it. :)
Here’s my spicy worldbuilding opinion for the night:
Speculative fiction requires willingness from the reader to LEARN about the world
Please don’t take this as elitist snobbery, but…in the YA world in particular, i’ve seen books with anything above the most simplistic, minimal worldbuilding get criticized for it. Reviewers will describe a book as having too much worldbuilding or being infodumpy because the author had like. more than 3 individual fantasy countries.
But in fantasy, scifi etc, not only is the whole idea to be put in a DIFFERENT WORLD, where technology, culture, society, and reality itself may be different, you’re exploring possibilities for what a different world would be like. How would life be different? How would society’s problems be different? What would politics, everyday life, ethics, religion, race, class, gender, disability, and sexuality be like?
It doesn’t have to be big, complex stuff. It can be as simple as “How would baking cookies and cakes be different if there was magic.” (There is at least one excellent fantasy series exploring this very concept.)
HOWEVER, if you pick up a book set in a non-earth world, about political intrigue between warring fantasy nations, you signed up for there to be several place names.
There are a lot of stories that simply can’t be told well in a way that never requires you to double-check a place name, or take time to remember something, or just be confused for a little while.
Simplistic, low-effort worldbuilding in a story very focused on topics like international conflict, politics, and oppression is bad worldbuilding. Imagine trying to explain real life international politics without mentioning more than 5 place names, or without distinguishing different sects of the same religion, or without any explanations of historical events longer than a sentence.
These are INHERENTLY complex, nuanced topics, and it’s a world you know nothing about. If you expect worldbuilding in a story dealing with them to be as simple and digestible as possible, you’re expecting…either basically fantasy nationalist propaganda, or something equally reductive and useless??
Take Six of Crows for an example. The Grishaverse novels include:
- “fantasy” analogs for several European countries
- a “fantasy” analog for…either China or just All of Asia (Shu Han) whose inhabitants are I guess, Fantasy Asian
- a “fantasy” analog for basically the entire rest of the world (Novyi Zem) whose inhabitants are Black
It’s kind of a problem that vast areas of a world supposed to mirror our own are being treated as one-dimensional, especially since racism and cultural prejudice exist in-story. But there’s no good way to fix it without adding complexity to the worldbuilding.
There’s a huge problem with how people process worldbuilding. They think you’re supposed to understand everything that is introduced and how it fits. But it’s so important for good worldbuilding to be bigger than what you, the reader, can completely understand.
It wouldn’t necessarily have affected our ability to read and understand the story if Leigh Bardugo had split Shu Han up into six different countries but just chosen one to focus on, and mostly name-dropped the others. But readers would have to be able to see six unfamiliar place names listed out and realize that “it’s okay that I don’t understand everything going on in this world, because it’s just one story set in a larger world.”
There’s a huge problem with how people write worldbuilding too—they think the reader needs the Facts, the Textbook Version. But it’s the same thing as above—we’re reading a STORY set in a larger world, and you only need to explain it as it’s relevant to the characters
Imagine in your book there’s a historical figure mentioned, let’s call him Vladimirius Gudge. You don’t necessarily need to know how long ago he lived, what he did, or any of that immediately, even if he’s the most important figure in history. And it’s actually a waste of time to mention that he lived 358 years ago specifically. That is textbook information. This is a story.
It’s better to reveal that the average person loathes Mr. Gudge, but he has a national holiday named after him. This can easily just come up naturally in the story. And it’s not bad worldbuilding to be in the dark at first about what exactly this Vladimirius Gudge person did that made people hate him.
I think a lot of people think good worldbuilding means not being confused. But really, good worldbuilding makes those unanswered questions linger in your mind and returns to them later. Good worldbuilding rewards you for asking questions. Good worldbuilding makes you wonder about things and later say “OH!!!” when more is later revealed. Good worldbuilding makes you notice that there’s a whole world beyond that which is covered by the story, which you may not ever know everything about.
If you later introduce a nationalist faction to your book that WORSHIPS Mr. Vladimirius Gudge, your reader will think, “huh, that’s funny, most people hate that guy” and start to get an idea of Mr. Gudge and why he matters. They’ll start to pick up on the idea that maybe there’s something sordid in this nation’s history that still affects the present. You may not ever have to give your reader the textbook version.
If you’re reading something with worldbuilding, you’re learning about that world. You start out not knowing anything. And if the story’s topics deal with rather complicated things, it’s not fair to be disappointed when things aren’t immediately spelled out in a simple and clear cut way.
Destroy the idea that being confused or having unanswered questions in worldbuilding is bad. It’s a part of the process of being introduced to a new and different world, and a lot of stories require some patience to be able to understand what is going on because of the kind of stories they are, not because their worldbuilding is “bad”
Forty years on (and more), I’m still learning things about my universes, and working to learn about how best to communicate them. Getting out over the edges of the older maps (and indeed, making better maps…) is a constant joy.
You do, of course, have to commit to probably never being done. But since part of being a career writer is committing to never being done anyway, this is no biggie…
Things fanfic is reputed for inserting into the source material:
Things fanfic actually inserts into the source material:
- Holding hands
- Bizarre misunderstandings
- Meticulous descriptions of food and clothing
- The author’s unaddressed traumas
- Found family
- Plausible explanations for existing plot holes
- Additional plot holes
- Exciting new frontiers in speculative physics, economics, chemistry, biology, zoology, psychology, theology, and/or ontology
- Tax evasion
- Very bad puns
…And love, both in-fic and meta. :)
Okay no one on Tumblr that I’ve seen has been talking about the wine and cheese thing, but that means no one is reflecting on the absolute weapons-grade hilarity of Boris Johnson trying to inchworm his way out of trouble by claiming that he didn’t know about it
Like… that wine and cheese party was the Downing Street works Christmas do. Not just any old social, the Christmas social. There were invitations. There was music. Every single worker in Downing Street was invited, even Debbie from accounts. People who didn’t work there but were important to the government got invited.
And Boris is therefore claiming that all his mates got together and had a party and DIDN’T INVITE HIM.
Not only that, but they deliberately kept it a secret from him, because no one wanted him there to ruin the party because no one likes him, and I just…
The key difference between Johnson and Trump always came down to this: Johnson wants to be liked. He genuinely does. Trump wanted to be respected and feared and obeyed, he wanted to be seen as powerful and suave and cool. But he didn’t care about how liked he was. Johnson, though, really fucking does. He’s a deeply pathetic little twat, and he wants people to like him.
So, his choices currently are
- Tell everyone in the country that his own friends and coworkers actually cannot stand him, to the point that they arranged an entire Christmas party without him
- Admit that he was there and immediately be hated by literally every single human being in the country, including his own voters (hello North Shropshire), because while the rest of us spent Christmas 2020 in a lockdown and unable to see each other and in many cases literally alone, him and his mates held an illegal Christmas party that the police are refusing to investigate
His popularity is now nosediving in the polls, and it really cannot be stated how much that will be burning him.
Also, pro-Brexit Tories are even pissed off with him now. Which is a bit like someone buying a cake called a pus cake with pictures of pus all over the box and a warning sign that says This Cake Contains Pus and Other Bodily Fluids, and then crying because when they tried to eat the pus cake they found it was filled with pus. But also really funny.
Anyway, I’m placing the bet now: we will see a vote of no confidence, OR he’ll jump before he has to experience that (because it would kill him), and our next PM will be Rishi Sunak
And don’t forget
THEY HAD THIS PARTY IN THE HOUSE HE LIVES IN!
He’s trying to claim that all his friends and colleagues hosted a party IN THE HOUSE HE LIVES IN while he was upstairs apparently totally oblivious!
He really thinks we’re that stupid to believe that a party could be happening literally TWO FLOORS BELOW him and he not know?
Omg omg I forgot that part and you are so right
They had a secret Christmas party that was so big that they were sending out invites to non government members which they didn’t want him at, so they… what, had his mistress drug him with hefty amounts of antihistamines? He went out for the evening (also illegal at the time) and they partied hard on cheese and wine for precisely two hours and 46 minutes, then everyone went silent and snuck out when he came back?
A whole team of cleaners had to tiptoe about for four hours so they wouldn’t wake up the clown upstairs.
What a cover story.
Okay well this story has… Wow.
So, let’s update for those who don’t know. Bear with me, I may get a couple of dates slightly wrong. First, shout out to the incredible investigative journalism and absolutely chessmaster-level shrewdness of Pippa Crerar for both digging up this story and for picking precisely the right moments to release it, morsel by morsel, to bring down Boris Johnson and possibly the whole damn government.
So after Johnson claimed he didn’t know about it, then the Mirror published photos showing he was there and hosted a quiz. So, undeniable, Boris was at the Christmas party.
The Metropolitan Police declare that, even though they are investigating and fining people up to £12,000 a pop for lockdown parties, and doing so is literally their job, they will not investigate the government because “there isn’t enough evidence”. ACAB etc
Then, the Guardian reveals photos of Boris Johnson, his mistress, and Dominic Cummings eating cheese and drinking wine in the sun (with others around them) in the Downing Street garden, not allowed at the time (we were literally not allowed to leave home at the time). That day, Matt Hancock urges people not to have cheese and wine parties in their own gardens in spite of the nice May weather.
Then the Mirror reveals that there was actually another whole ass party - in May 2020, where 30 gathered in the garden of Downing Street (at the time we were not allowed more than 2 households meeting outside). Boris denies that it was a party, and claims it was merely a weirdly well catered work event that included his gin-drinking mistress and baby for some reason.
Then, the invites to the party were leaked by ITV. Turns out, 100 people were invited “to make the most of the lovely weather.” It also told attendees to “bring their own booze.”
Then an inquiry begins, carried out by Sue Gray. She is in fact a member of Number 10 staff, but no idea how independent she’ll actually be one way or the other. Either way, the police are still literally refusing to investigate so lmao that’s what we’ve got. She did get Damien Green fired for that porn thing, though, so that’s encouraging.
Then this week, Johnson goes on Prime Minister’s Questions. He sort of apologises, and claims that he was only there for 25 minutes but implies he then left because it felt more like an illegal social than the work event he was expecting, which is interesting, since his mistress was necking gin next to him the whole time. He should have just asked her, like. She could have clarified.
Then the Times reveals a source at the party who says that no, Boris stayed WAAAYYYY longer and spent his time wandering around and ‘gladhanding’ people (side note, posh people have weird words).
Then yesterday, even though we now have evidence and a confession of criminality, the Met Police announce that they will not investigate unless/until the Gray Inquiry finds evidence of criminality, which is just…an astonishingly open display of corruption, really. A real quiet-part-loud moment.
THEN, within hours, it’s revealed that there were ANOTHER TWO PARTIES, except… Okay you’re going to want to sit down, because shit hit the fan yesterday.
These two parties happened on the day of Prince Philip’s funeral last year, aka Put Philip In The Floor Day. At the time, restrictions meant just 30 people could attend that funeral.
Which means, the Telegraph ran this headline and image:
I know we all hate the royals on Tumblr, but you have to understand just how hard that headline, and that image, and that message, hits British society. The Queen, beloved monarch, “forced to grieve alone” while the government danced and drank the night away. You cannot imagine how much power that image holds. You cannot begin to imagine the social power of it.
Boris Johnson can. He was polling only one point above Theresa May’s all time low within the hour. That is a devastating popularity drop for the man who needs to be loved, who came to power on a cult of personality.
So, he went on PMQs again, to apologise to Lizzie Two. It’s a really funny apology because he kind of can’t apologise without admitting it and there’s an enquiry going on so it’s real vague, but he does cop to the parties on Put Philip In The Floor Day. Keir Starmer, in a rare display of actually providing some opposition, put the boot in quite nicely:
Well, there we have it. After months of deceit and deception, the pathetic spectacle of a man who’s run out of road.
His defence, that he didn’t realise he was at a party, is so ridiculous that it’s actually offensive to the British public.
He’s finally been forced to admit what everyone knew that when the whole country was locked down, he was hosting boozy parties in Downing Street.
Is he now going to do but decent thing and resign?
Which brings us to today! How is the Prime Minister coping with the situation?
Well, according to a leak from the Independent, he literally spent today working out which senior officials he can force to resign and take the blame in order to save himself in a move that he, a grown man who has fathered six or possibly seven children who is Prime Minister of the country, is without irony calling, and I am not making this up…
Operation Save Big Dog.
Big Dog is him. He is Big Dog. He has called himself Big Dog. He chose to call himself Big Dog.
Except, the Independent leaked it, as I say, so now he looks EVEN WORSE.
The Mirror’s front page for tomorrow is revealed.
They have a photo of a wine fridge (capable of holding up to 34 bottles of wine) being delivered to Number 10.
Because, they reveal, these parties were not special events only.
Downing Street has been holding what they called Wine Time Fridays every week during the pandemic. They used to hold them before as well; but apparently, they’ve been particularly popular during lockdown.
Current polling as of 14th January 2022:
Those figures would translate to the Tories losing over 126 seats. Labour’s largest lead since Tony Blair.
Side note to finish off for now:
Interesting how we now know a good 100 people who was at those parties, complete with photos, and yet Rishi Sunak is not in any of them. One might almost call it suspicious. And wonder at who the main source is.
HOO BOY THE CIRCUS IS IN TOWN THIS WEEK LADS
I will try to keep this concise, and I will put in a Read More because fuck this is like… metres of political intrigue. Although first, quick housekeeping because I’m fed up of seeing some stuff turning up in the notes:
- Americans stop being smug in the notes challenge. Just enjoy the clowns quietly.
- It is not misogynistic to refer to Carrie Johnson as Big Dog’s mistress, you tedious voles, that’s literally what she was when he cheated on his cancer-suffering wife with her. He also dumped his wife, mid-chemotherapy, to shack up with Carrie Antoinette over there. I do not give the tiniest iota of shit that they are now married, and given that the UK press has spent two years trying to make their relationship into a fairytale princess situation, I will continue to brand her his mistress until the inevitable day he cheats on her with yet another younger model and fathers his eighth or ninth child (not an inaccurate number, this man has Disputed Children with other mistresses he refuses to take a paternity test for)
- EXERCISE A MODICUM OF CRITICAL THINKING AND STOP ACCUSING ME OF THINKING RISHI SUNAK IS A GOOD ALTERNATIVE. I HAVE NOT SAID ANYWHERE THAT HE IS. ONLY THAT HE’S GUNNING FOR IT.
With that out of the way, it’s the 20th January 2022, let’s watch the elephant stand on a ball!
Earlier This Week
Let’s check the polls, after the fun of last week!
70% think he’s lying about the May 20th party, 63% think he should resign, 80% think he has not been honest, and 81% think the ‘work event’ that Big Dog described was unacceptable anyway.
But, how does that translate to politics? Well! The Police and Crime Bill is a monstrous piece of fascist legislation that the Tories are currently trying to get passed. This week it passed to the House of Lords. This would normally have been a very straightforward run through to the Queen to sign off, but LOL SOME PEOPLE ARE VERY BITTER ABOUT THE CHEESE AND WINE because instead the Lords have literally thrown out three of the worst elements.
Yes, you read that right. That Bill we’ve all been terrified about?
The Lords have rejected:
- Allowing stop and search at protests without suspicion
- Banning people with a “history of serious disruption” from attending protests
- Making it an offence to disrupt the operation of key national infrastructure, like an airport or a newspaper printer
And then, just to rub salt in the wound, they approved two non-Tory amendments, including making misogyny a hate crime. In practice, those two amendments will now go back to the Commons to be debated more, but those three central pillars up there are just gone now. The Lords described the proposals as “draconian”, “a wider assault on our democracy”, and “reminiscent of Cold War Eastern Bloc police states”.
Never thought I’d see the day…
So, Boris the Big Dog realises he’s in serious trouble now, because that means that even MPs who supported him now hate him because his actions are costing them the fascist laws they wanted to put in place. So he has a meeting with the one Tory you can absolutely count on to blindly and incompetently support Boris Johnson regardless of literally anything he ever does - enter, Nadine Dorres.
She suggests a zippy new ploy. he needs to shore up support from the backbenchers if he’s to survive it, so she suggests he give them everything they’ve been asking for like a gift wrapped Christmas gift of shit, and they call it Operation Red Meat, because neither of them is bright enough to consider not naming their illicit backroom plans to let them go undetected, and also, they learned nothing at all from Operation Save Big Dog. Here’s the problem: Tory backbenchers are fucking lunatics. Like, this is your mad Tory uncle who thought the highlight of 2021 was that we put a picture of a crown on beer glasses again TAKE THAT EUROPE. So what bones did Big Dog throw these people?
- Threatening to cut the BBC license fee, costing them billions
- Also ending all covid restrictions
- Asking the military to protect against asylum seekers crossing the channel so they have to go to Rwanda and Ghana for processing instead
Except cutting the BBC alienates a chunk of the core Tory votership, which is old people.
(Remember Ghana, it’s going to be relevant in a sec)
And, it turns out, while the BBC has been very effectively muzzled by the Tories, if you then try to take away their funding anyway… they just might remember they have teeth after all.
THE CIRCUS CONTINUES, let’s see some acrobats!
This is the clearest, most concise, informative and definitely FUCKING FUNNIEST description of what UK’s been up to in the last weeks. Mainstream press could never.
@becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys, is it ok to share this post outside of tumblr? Because I feel like anyone who’s been to exhausted to so much as look at news lately will very much appreciate your reporting.
Yeah, sure. I’m aware that anything I’m going to post on this blog is basically public domain, so go mad!
Meanwhile, in the shadow realm of Eastern Yrop:
Translation: Boris Johnson is a Czech. There is no other explanation. Published on the front page of one of the most reputable and widely read online news sites in the country.
This whole saga has been a massive stab into the deep 90s balloon of UK worship, Eastern inferiority complex, and “stupid shit like this could neeeever happen in the West”, and I’m so grateful to Brits for taking one for the team. These past six years you’ve done more for the collective cause of Eastern European therapy than any other country and I’ll forever love you for it.
I’M FUCKING HOWLING THANK YOU FOR THIS ADDITION
It’s all here: the “Boris Screws Over Great Britain” Masterpost.
Yea verily I say to you, there is not enough popcorn to deal with this. (And it continues to unfold even as we speak…) :/
“this fic will have only ten chapters” and other lies writers tell themselves
“this is a one shot, I swear” the infamous sequel
and the third part: “i won’t start writing this, I have to finish other things first”
“I can finish writing this” the fanfic no one asked for.
“I swear, that’s really the final chapter count.”
“i’m going to get this done and post it by tomorrow”
“It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed.”
— Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise (via beeghosts )
OH SWEET GOD. (regardless of opinions about victim’s gullibility to idiotic ideas, clenches entire lower half of body in sympathetic pain)
…Also, a moment of inadvertent comedy in the narrative: “…also known as the taint.”
The delights of suddenly realizing during a reread (for an entirely different purpose) that, because of a piece of quite logically-set-up business in your own damn book that you have nonetheless completely forgotten about—
—there are now at least two and maybe three pieces of digital art that you thought you were completely done with but now have to re-render.
…Oh well, it won’t take that long…
when ur reading fanfic and one character was cooking and the other comes up to them and they start making out and everyones like starting to take their shirts off and the author STILL hasnt mentioned anyone turning off the stove
Numerous favorite takes on this in favorite fics:
“What about the dinner?”
“F*ck the dinner1” (…but the cook still turns the water off under the pasta…)
So I reopened my dating apps because my tarot deck said to
And then I matched this guy
So I was like “Ok I GOTTA message him”
THE RING WRAITH SAID TRANS RIGHTS
I think I’m in love.
I’ll try to keep you updated, but if I stop posting I’ve run off to Mordor.
He replies pretty slowly, but that’s OK, I think I’ve got him.
I don’t think he knows what to make of me
I’m so invested in this romcom OP plEASE keep us posted.
It’s been really slow
GUYS IM SWOONING
How the fuck do you have this much chemistry with a nazgul
I’m a BARD
“Because my tarot deck said you” do you think they were just like, “you gotta see this out, it’s hilarious”?
To it’s credit, I’ve also met a guy I really like. That just isn’t funny.
I THINK WE’RE GONNA DO THIS THING
Also I told him about you. Also I have cut out some parts of the Convo, but all the fun parts are here.
GUYS THIS IS HAPPENING
What do I WEAR?!
I could cry.
I have to announce a tragedy.
Naz Gûl was kicked from Tinder before I got his number. I’m heartbroken. :(
HE FOUND ME!!!!!!!
Update: the date is set!
A small and unfortunate update. My life circumstances have just massively changed, which I will talk about in another post. As a result, the NazGul and I have decided to reschedule when my life calms down. He’s been super cool about it the whole time, which I appreciate dearly.
Anyway, it’s still going to happen, just not today.
Tiny update: we are working on scheduling again.
Sometimes all one can do is look on in wonder. :)