its good to do writing but its much more important to engage in discourse about trains. for example, look at the dialogue you just wrote. does it feel natural? does it flow well? does it reveal character or move the action forward? who fuckin cares. now, coal-powered engines are sturdier than electric ones and if you think otherwise, well buddy, youre gonna get disembowelled
I’m just gonna throw it out there, but even if someone was a flawless revolutionary leftist with my exact priorities for social change, if I found out he was a rapist, I’d drop him like a palm of hot coals.
at the end of the day, they’re just children. They
can’t cope with this.”
The Doctor’s appearance is a strange moment, really. Sweeping in
with a few quick and supposedly easy lessons to teach before abandoning
Coal Hill to the care of a few scared teenagers is a discordant note in a
melody that will prove far more complex. Of course, in these brief
moments, we are offered only a simplified version of this character, but
it serves as an interesting counterpoint, contrasting the basic tenets of Class and Doctor Who..
In a Doctor Who setting, dangerous aliens are
fun, words and clever ideas make for entertaining resolutions an putting
four teenagers in mortal peril on a weekly basis could be just
an adventure. As serious and as complicated as Doctor Who can get, in
the end, the next story will likely start with a Doctor and a
companion, happy encounter a new source of danger. Here, this is juxtaposed with the grittier, less fantastical reality of our five protagonists.
why don't you like when fics talk about louis being small?
well first let me say that i am aware that louis is shorter than harry. that is a fact. but fandom has a skewed perception of how small/short he actually is and i don’t like it. there’s even a post out there that “investigates his height” and comes to the conclusion that he is taller than people think but then goes off about how he’s actually the tiniest human of all time in the end.
i’ve had to read with my own two eyes that louis is 5'6 and also the same height as his mother:
i’ve read fics where he’s a head shorter than harry:
i’ve read fics where actually he’s almost a head shorter than all the other boys also:
this is even more ludicrous when it’s older fics when harry wasn’t as tall as he is now and the height difference was even less pronounced.
i also personally don’t like size/height difference kink and i would think that being in a fandom where the height difference is maybe a couple inches it wouldn’t be so prevalent, and yet…. i have friends who are much shorter than me and if anyone pointed at us and said “aw, height difference” you would have to hold me back because i don’t appreciate those kinds of comments. if i said that to my coupled friends who have even more of a size difference i would most likely be yelled at as well. i think it’s bizarre and it makes me profoundly uncomfortable.
the same goes for fanart; i don’t reblog fanart or manips that exaggerate the height/size difference. i’ve seen soooo much art where he looks like harry’s child and it legitimately grosses me out.
politicians in utah want bear’s ears national monument to be put under state control so that they can gain outdated “economic interests” from it, such as coal, without caring about the fact that it is sacred native american land. orrin hatch said that he’s sick of utah “getting picked on” as if putting bear’s ears under federal protection is a bad thing?? as if preserving sacred land is just somehow bad?? they’re all evil
Synopsis: After Glenn and Abraham’s death, you seek comfort in your best friend Carl.
A/N: It’s kind of bad because I have not wrote in a while, but I felt an insane urge to write about Carl today. Anyways, enjoy!
Many things in the new world were no longer constant. There was no constant source of food, no constant source of safety, and no constant source of hope. What consistently proved to be a loyal factor in your life was the mental turmoil you underwent. It was different for a while though, you had fooled yourself into believing Alexandria was an oasis, shielded from the horrors of the world; it seemed untouchable, indestructible with its steel walls towering below the treeline.
You thought the walls would keep you safe, they were much like the walls you had constructed around yourself. Walls could save you from the walkers, you knew that, but what they couldn’t save you from was the people who would tear them down, obliterating and burning down the haven you and your family had cried, longed, and killed for.
Each night, after the darkness consumed the room you were able to call your own, your wounded and weary eyes were forcibly clamped shut by the flashes in your head. You were quick to realize that even the gentle lull of sleep was not enough to give you the inner peace you so desperately craved, as the memories vividly replayed in your head, only to be rewound over and over again and again.
if you don’t wanna perform the emotional labor to care about coal miners, then whatever, don’t. But it literally costs $0.00 not to say they deserve to die of black lung disease with no access to healthcare :)
As promised, here is the recipe for the banishment incense @faithandmagick @thegravityofnothing and I used during our exorcism. It stunk thanks to the Asafoetida. It isn’t a subtle thing. It set off the smoke alarms but damn, did this do the trick.
Note: please research all ingredients before handling or burning. I don’t recommend eating this mixture either. And yes, it is okay if you don’t have all of the ingredients. Just use what you have. Check out my Exorcism and Banishment section on my herbs index for some substitution ideas. Also, as usual, I don’t do measurements.
The ashes of a bay leaf with your intent written on it
(no animal was harmed in the acquiring of this tooth–it is also still alive)
Five Finger Grass
Red Sandalwood powder
To Make:Crush the ingredients in a mortar and pestle (or however you want to crush them). Put them in a sealed jar until ready to use.
To Use: Be safe, make sure whatever you burn it in is fireproof and heat resistant. I used a cast-iron cauldron with a handle so I could hold it and walk around with it.
Ground yourself / do whatever you need to do in order to get yourself in a calm state of mind.
Open all windows and doors, including any closets, depending on the space you are cleansing. This gives the entity/energy a “door” to escape out of and nowhere to hide.
(note: We were doing this at night and turned all the lights off save for a few candles because that was when the entity was active. You don’t have to do this but it just felt right to do)
Light your charcoal disk (mine isn’t “lit” until a bunch of little crackly-sparks happen) and wait until it is covered in a white ash. Carefully pour the incense onto the disk (add more as needed) and walk around your space with the smoke. Let it fill up the room completely–pushing the energy/entity out. Get the corners especially and any places that feel “creepy”.
If it helps to speak aloud, then say something like “this is my space, you are not welcome here, please leave” firmly but not aggressively. Really feel this feeling. The energy/entity has overstayed their welcome. Claim your space.
(note: if you are doing this for someone else, it is really important that you involve them in this process. They need to feel confident, so encourage them as best as you can to really take back the space that the energy/entity has invaded. Since the big cauldron was a little intimidating for our home-owner to hold, we had her wave around a dragons’ blood incense stick instead while we handled the cauldron.)
Let the charcoal burn out completely if you can. If you’re in a rush, slowly pour some water over it to douse the coals. Just be careful because it can sputter and some stuff might fly out at you.
Close the windows and doors when you feel that the banishment is concluded.
Cleanse and ground yourself afterwards (recommended but not required). Have a cup of tea, do something to dejunk and reenergize. If you are working with someone else, talk with them for awhile.
On behalf of all reasonable adults who don’t waste their time with pointless fuckery, I’d like to personally and forcefully grab by the back of the neck each and every single person even tangentially involved with setting off fireworks, city-sanctioned or otherwise, and repeatedly smear their faces into my taint.
Yep, just me, The Fun Police™ again, and if your idea of it is setting off your pissass bottlerockets until 3am in crowded urban areas packed with buildings made out of kindling from 1910 and being the catalyst for an enormous chain reaction of terrified screaming dogs and panicked cats
I hope your anus prolapses and gets caught in the spinning blades of a box fan until it unravels you like an old sweater.
God Bless America USA #1 HuGs ‘n’ KiSsEs go eat garbage
Alcor has a little sheep, little sheep, little sheep, Alcor has a little sheep, its fleece as black as coal. Be careful when you summon him, summon him, summon him, Be careful when you summon or he'll feed his sheep your soul.