digging in the archives

rough attempt of a teenage Laurent aka actual throwback from the eternal WIP archive that I stumbled upon while digging for something else but why not share it here, I definitely won’t get around to re-work this anyways

anonymous asked:

Did you see the new Toe article from people about the lyrics burton to taylor? Seems to be pushing Toe real hard.😂😂

i did read it….lol

what i love though, is that they strangely didn’t mention the heavy drinking, big arguments and legendary fights, the cheating & everything else that had happened during their mariages…..lol

bc of course Burton & Liz were the dream couple, Hollywood style….the Het fans will identify Tay and Joe’s “relationship” to this glamurous couple….They’re just so naive….If they did a bit of smart digging, they’d find articles, archives & videos about it…Even Liz acknowledged, at the end of her life, that their relationship had been very destructive, even if they’d had a few great years, when their kids were babies…

New feature: Flashback Friday!

We’ll be reblogging two poems each Friday. This way old work can have a chance to shine without readers having to dig back into the archives. We’re poets, not archeologists, after all! (nothing against archeologists)

A story that may have relevance for others, or then again, maybe not:

When I was in college, about ten or so years ago, I was a history major. I wanted to learn to dance, so I joined a swing dance club on campus. To my surprise, this club had about twice as many men as women (in high school, the last time I’d tried dancing, the ratio had gone the other way–lots of girls, and boys only that you could drag by their ears).

But apparently, there had been some kind of word spread specifically to the STEM guys that dance was a way that they could meet girls.

So anyway. I joined the swing dance club, and met a few guys. And at one point, when socializing with the guys outside of dance class, one of them asked me what my research was on. (I had already established that I was an honors history student doing a thesis, just as he had established that he was an honors… I’m not sure if he was CS or Math, but it was one of those.)

So I gave him the thumbnail sketch of my research. Now, to be clear, an honors senior thesis, while nothing like what a graduate student would do, was still fairly in-depth. I had to translate primary sources from the original late-Classical Latin. (My professor said, basically, that while there were plenty of translations of my source material, that I’d only be able to comfortably trust them if I had at least made a stab at a translation of my own. And he was right.) And there was so much secondary material, often contradictory, that I had been carefully sorting through.

But I was able to sift it into a three-sentence summary of my senior thesis work, you know, as one does.

So I gave him that summary, and then asked–since he was also an undergraduate senior doing an honors thesis–what his research was on.

“Oh,” he said, “you wouldn’t understand it.”

Reader, I went home in a frothing rage. Because I had thought we were playing one game–a game of ‘let’s talk about what we’re passionate about!’– and he had been playing another game, which was, one-upsmanship. I had done my best to give a basically understandable brief of my research–and he had used that against me. As if my research, my painstaking translation, my digging through archives and ILLs of esoteric works, my reading of ten thousand articles in Speculum (yes, the pre-eminent medievalist journal in North America is called Speculum, I’m sorry, it’s hilarious/sad but also true), and then my effort to sum it up for him, was nothing. Because his research into some kind of algorithm or other was just too complex for my tiny brain to conceive of. Because I just couldn’t possibly understand his work.

Now, the important note here is that the person I went home to was my senior year roommate. She was a graduate student–normally undergrads and graduate students couldn’t be roommates, but we’d been friends for years, and the tenured faculty-in-residence used his powers for good and permitted us to be roommates that year. Anyway. My senior year roommate was basically… in retrospect I think possibly an avatar of Athena. She was six feet tall, blonde, attractive in a muscular athletic way, a rock climber and racquetball player, sweet but sharp, extremely socially awkward, exceptionally kind even when it cost her to be kind, and an incredibly brilliant computer science major who spent most of her time working on extremely complicated mathematical algorithms. (Yes, I was a little in love with her, why do you ask? But she was as straight as a length of rope, and is now happily married, and so am I, so it worked out.)

(Still, yes, she is my mental image of Athena, to this day.)

Anyway, I came home in a frothing rage to my roommate, the Athena avatar. And I said, “He made me feel like such an idiot, that I could sum up my research to him but his research was just too smart for stupid little me.”

And she shut her book, and smiled at me, with her dark eyes and her high cheekbones and her bright hair, and said, “If he can’t explain his research to you, then he’s not nearly as smart as he thinks he is.”

Now I hesitated, because I’d be in college long enough to have sort of bought into the ridiculous idea that if you couldn’t dazzle them with your brilliance, you should baffle them with your bullshit. But she said, “Look, I’ve been doing work on computer science algorithms that have significantly complicated mathematical underpinnings. What do I do?”

And I said, “Genetic algorithms–that is, self-optimizing algorithms–for prioritization, specifically for scheduling.”

“Right,” she said. “You couldn’t code them because you’re not a computer scientist or a mathematician. But you can understand what I do. If someone can’t explain it like that, it isn’t a problem with you as a person. It’s a problem with them. They either don’t understand it as well as they think they do–or they want to make you feel inferior. And neither is a positive thing.”

So. There.

If you are looking into something and have a question, and someone treats you like an idiot for not understanding right away… here is what I have to say: maybe it isn’t you who is the idiot.


@fierysuggestion: set your past on fire and leave


Kim Young Ae as…

  • Queen Soheon in 500 Years of Joseon: Deep Rooted Tree (MBC, 1983)
  • Deposed Queen Yun in the Diary of Prince Yeonsan (1988)
  • Queen Jangryeol in Jang Hee Bin (SBS, 1995)
  • Choi Suk Bin in The King’s Pathway (MBC, 1998)
  • Queen Myeongseong in Jang Hee Bin (KBS, 2002)
  • Im Baek Mu in Hwang Jin Yi (KBS, 2006)
  • Dowager Yun in the Moon Embracing the Sun (MBC, 2012)
  • Queen Munjeong in Mirror of the Witch (JTBC, 2016)
Pepperony Week | Day 4 (Quote)

This is kind of a companion piece for what I posted for Day 2 (HERE) – meaning everything originally came from the same old long fic and was then edited to stand alone well enough. There may be some extra layering going on if you read Day 2 before this one, but if not, it should be fine, hopefully. Pepper’s POV, about 1.3k words of IM1/IM2 ranting ft. a lot of purple prose and cheesy metaphors because I am in fact very weak!

More Pepperony Week stuff here!

“She’d be wildly conflicted, which would only make her more… crazy about me.” – Tony Stark 

She sobbed the whole way to Edwards Air Base the day Tony was due to land in the United States.

She stood there on the runway, looking at the sky, for almost an hour. Happy told her to wait in the car, he knew how much she hated to needlessly stand under the sun, but she was there anyway. Not for the first time in the last three months, she felt the whole of the California skies weighing on her shoulders, grounding her as she waited. Waited. Just waited when all she wanted and knew how to do was search, even when she didn’t know what she was searching for, but especially when she did.

(“Are you looking for something?” Tony had asked the very first day she came to look for him at home, almost a decade ago. “You, actually,” she’d answered. He had scoffed. “You’re not looking for me.”)

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anonymous asked:

I've been wondering in MSA is there a difference between quirkless people and izuku. Like is he literally the only person that can see the spirit since he is label quirkless or are there others?

good question. unrelated topic: where the heck is izuku’s guardian spirit? where is it? 

horrorinthegraveyard  asked:

Tbh I sometimes visualize Lestat running this blog and idk I can't tell you why it just... happens??

[Um, Lestat does run this blog…]

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anonymous asked:

Now the real question is.. how does Juju feel about Jade 🤔🤔😏🔥

She’s pretty fond of her actually. That one time Juju wandered out the house and found herself assed out on the beach and Jaide rescued her… great moments in trash history.

Wes was distraught because he looked everywhere for her and it really did seem like it was pretty much the end. But Jaide came through in the clutch and saved her. He was so overwhelmed that he sucked Jaide’s face off with a kiss. 

Since then Juju and Jaide have a mutual friendship and understanding which is rare because Juju doesn’t really care for any of Wes’ female “friends”.

anonymous asked:

Lestat "A Child Will Fix My Marriage" de Lioncourt

Well, you’re not wrong…

(Digging up an oldie from the archive, wow, this one is almost 4 yrs old, can you believe I’ve been on here over 4 yrs! *keanu reeves voice* woahhh)


Some thoughts on this under the cut, cut for length.

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how to develop your style

I got a mail with this question and instead of working on some reviews for the client, I wrote quite a long answer for it. I thought that it might be helpful for someone so here it is:

Bear in mind that probably every artist will have a different answer to this and there’s no such thing as one correct recipe for finding a style. This is just my opinion based on my experience.

1st and the most important thing is to know your basics. Developing a style should come second after developing your skills. Eg. if you want to draw characters you should start with learning all about properly drawing human figure, anatomy, movement, expression, and so one. And you should learn it as much as you can from life and from photos, not from other artist’s works. If your base is strong, if you feel comfortable with your skill, then start to deriverate it into creating your own style. If you start playing with the figure without basics, you’ll end up with a developed style full of mistakes and at this point it will be hard to correct them. So if you want to draw something with your own style, first study it. Study as hard as you can. Remember that you’ll probably never be perfectly happy with your skill, I don’t think any artist is, and you’ll be learning to draw for your whole life. But you want to be at the point where you feel you know the subject, when you’re comfortable with it and ready to push it forward. When I decided years ago that I want to draw portraits, I started drawing them all the time. And it wasn’t just drawing, I was measuring, studying, checking all distances between elements until the point where I knew them by heart. And years after that, I made a decision that I don’t just want to draw perfect portraits, I wanted to make illustrations with characters and make them unique, make them my own. So having this base, I could start changing things, playing with features and actually making my own characters from elements I already knew how to draw. Now I have a different goal when it comes to what I want to draw, and even though I’ve been drawing for many years, I have to go back to step one. I have to study the thing I want to be good at, to later put it into my works and make a style out of it once again. And this cycle never ends but it definitely gets easier. It’s easier to simplify something complicated than build something elaborate from something simple. The same comes to drawing. It’s easier to simplify your style based on perfect skill than build a perfect skill from a simple style. That’s why so many artists who have a very simple style that might look like kindergarden drawing also have lots of amazing realistic drawings and studies in their archives if you start digging deeper. Of course, not all of them.Alternatively, your style will just gradually develop itself while you’re working on your skill.

2nd thing is to study what you like. If you have your base and you struggle with finding your own style but you can point out artists that you love, study them. But here is important thing: Don’t just copy their works. Study. Try to understand, do it consciously, write down things that you particularly love in their style, find out what is it that makes you love their style. This way you’ll have an understanding of what you like and you can make a decision what do you want to incorporate into your style. You can just pick some things and try them. If you like how someone uses colour in their works, break down their palette. Check it with colour theory, find out what is it that makes this particular palette speak to you, shift it, change it, pick colours that you love and then try it yourself. If you like someone’s linework, study it, draw like them, see how it works with your own hand, see if you’re comfortable with it, feel it and then try it in your own original work. And slowly, you’ll pick up things that feel good and they will become elements of your style.Honestly, it’s really hard to come up with something original that was never done before, so there’s nothing wrong about building your own thing based on other existing things, that’s how everyone does it, consciously or not.

And 3rd, don’t beat yourself up if you feel like you don’t have a style. You’ll always be the last person to notice that you actually have a style. I don’t know how it works, really, but just keep that in mind. I still feel that I don’t have a style, even though lots of people say that they can clearly see it. But there’s nothing wrong about it because it keeps you going forward, searching and pushing your limits. The moment you settle on something because you feel like this is it, you stop growing. And that’s the worst thing you can do. Stay curious, keep going forward, one foot in front of the other. Even if you’re going slow, if it’s forward, everything is fine.