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my type includes vampires, pirates, kings, forest fae, Hozier, women in suits, people with swords, anyone wearing a crown, people I see on the train for .5 seconds, the mysterious figure in a cape running in the moonlight, witches, and anyone who looks as if they haven’t slept in a millennium. 

i am eternally aggreived on behalf of people who were clearly never taught what literary analysis can be. people who were never shown the incredible satisfaction when you see something in a piece of literature and you can /prove/ it’s there, the slow and careful tugging at an image, at chasing implication and meaning, at pushing and pushing until it all falls into place.

sometimes that looks like catching a “throwaway” line in a novel (“[the drawings] remembered Beardsley”) and chasing that single image until you have five thousand words about attempted freedom, conformity, and inescapability.

sometimes that looks like noticing a motif of reused roman ruins and going through and through until you can argue about colonising gaze and welsh devolution.

sometimes that means reading a novel where every chapter tells a story of someone telling a story and proving that that is an attempt at catharsis that fails.

it’s not all “the curtains are blue therefore the character is sad”

and besides, that’s actually “this character seems sad but the author never says so > how does the author create that? > oh hey there sure are a lot of washed out or cool colours in this scene > wait hold on the furnishings are almost obsessively described > does that say something about material culture? can i parallel that against appearances vs reality? > “in this essay i will argue that this short story interrogates arts and crafts aesthetic ideals by portraying an obsession with furnishings that ultimately leads the main character into despair. In order to do so let me first demonstate the connection between the furnishings and the emotional state of the main character”

This!  I love that feeling of knowing enough about a period, genre, or social issue that to start reading texts as one part of a larger debate about issues of the time. All of these little fragments in texts can then be related to big debates, and you start seeing things at both sentence or word level and as parts of debates that span across several countries and centuries. At some point at the beginning of my MA in English literature I realised how my way of thinking had changed, because now I see how most of the issues we have now all started a few hundred years ago. Honestly, I used to think the 19th century was long ago, but now I feel like it literally just happened. Once you’ve done some older literature, you also realise that people are still dealing with a lot of the same stuff they were dealing with 800 years ago, but that they just conceptualised things differently. 

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you know what i really want? a modern dudebro vampire. just a typical obnoxious straight boy in a neon tank top and cargo shorts who also happens to be a creature of the night.

“okay, dude, i’m only feeding on you ‘cause i’m starving and there aren’t any hot girls around. no homo.” “wait, you’re gonna suck my blood?” “no, i’m gonna drink your blood. i don’t suck, that’s gay. don’t make this weird, bro”

“ah, i see you’re staring pensively out the window, chad. ruminating on the curse of your newfound immortality?” “nah man, it’s just… i got, like, some flecks of blood on my adidas while i was feeding and they haven’t come out…”

“we do not drink… wine.” “okay but is beer cool? and can we still smoke weed?”

he joins a 24-hour gym because being undead and allergic to sunlight is no excuse for skipping leg day. tragic music swells as he looks over his “sun’s out guns out” tanks (he has seven of them). his coven is a fraternity. someone make this happen

ask and ye shall recieve

There have been enough vampire teen dramas. I want to see vampire frat comedy

What We Do In The Chad-dows

a chapterbook: *came with a stitched in ribbon bookmark, had a cloth spine, had those rough edged finished pages, or came with a map*

8 year old me: i am a 500 year old librarian and this is the most valuable book in my collection. i rescued it myself from a castle as it burned to the ground. *gingerly runs my little grubby hands down its spine and gazes wistfully out of the school bus window* i am the keeper of all civilization’s knowledge

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the highwaisted breeches and loosely-tucked white shirt, possibly with sword belt attached, is THe hottest look available to any single human (or other), and i would be the lustiest harlot in regency England had i existed when it was À La Mode

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

10 of Pentz came thruuu

Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!

I could seriously use this money right now….

Please give me my refund of 400$ soon…

I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash

No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.

So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big ol’ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees they’d originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.

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Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperity…

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I NEED TO FIX MY CAR DOOR

It fucking WORKED.

I need my car bumper fixed lmaoo

I know I complained a lot about Sabrina but I absolutely will be watching season 2 because the idea of Prudence and Ambrose going on a sexy journey to kill that white man has me in a literal chokehold.

And it looks like that storyline is separate from any of the other characters so there will be no distractions

It wasn’t love at first sight,maybe because she shown her defects before her qualities,but she is a complex character with all these beautiful layers,and i know she is happy somewhere ,with a beautiful gown and a complete lack of social skills