hi neil gaiman

Let’s pretend I know how to draw a couch but decided not to do it for stylistic choices… Yeah. Let’s do that.

Her name is not really Coraline, of course, but it is one of her very favorite books, and Elsewhere University does seem like a parallel world she’s stumbled into, so she takes the name proudly. She thinks she ought to fill the part she’s been assigned, and little by little her pockets fill with buttons and pieces of glass through which to see the truth. Not all the time, but enough to count, she counts things – doorways and anything blue, among a variety of objects, arcane and mundane alike.

The girl called Coraline also answers to Buttons and MIST, but it took some time for her to notice those sounds referred to her. Once, her scene partner called her Other Mo—but his tongue had barely cradled the second sibilant against his teeth when her hand shot out and clamped around his wrist. “That’s not what I am,” she hissed, “and I won’t become it either. Now go back a few lines; let’s start at ‘Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I’ll be gone’.” Something was smiling on her that day, or frowning on him, but he does not try to unstitch the seam that hangs ragged from his skin.

(I might do more with the girl called Coraline eventually)


I had forgotten what fiction was to me as a boy, forgotten what it was like in the library: fiction was an escape from the intolerable, a doorway into impossibly hospitable worlds where things had rules and could be understood; stories had been a way of learning about life without experiencing it, or perhaps of experiencing it as an eighteenth-century poisoner dealt with poisons, taking them in tiny doses, such that the poisoner could cope with ingesting things that would kill someone who was not inured to them. Sometimes fiction is a way of coping with the poison of the world in a way that lets us survive it. 

And I remembered. I would not be the person I am without the authors who made me what I am—the special ones, the wise ones, sometimes just the ones who got there first. 

It’s not irrelevant, those moments of connection, those places where fiction saves your life. It’s the most important thing there is.
—  FROM NEIL GAIMAN’S NEWBERY ACCEPTANCE SPEECH (Also in The View from the Cheap Seats)

Secondhand smoke kills, but not as fast as firsthand hammer. 

Friendship/Fandom/Stuff chat (?)

I am so bored today and I wanted to know some new people but I am not the kind of person who start chatting randomly so…so I was thinking what if we create a Telegram group chat (?) to talk or have fun or do nothing I dunno… without hate ..(I say telegram ‘cause telegram is beautiful and very useful and love it) …so yeah. If you (someone, anyone)  like the idea ehm like, write me a message (?)

Seriously, if you have a bad day, find Neil Gaiman’s Twitter, read his books, google some quotes, listen to his voice on YouTube or as an audiobook, or find him here on Tumblr, @neil-gaiman.

You’ll feel infinitely better for it and you’ll believe in humanity.

43 Of The Most Romantic Lines From Literature

To inspire your writing, or simply give you feels. You can even use these for quotes on character biographies if you please. I didn’t compile this list, and all credits go here. [x]

1) “Who, being loved, is poor?” — Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance.

2) “He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina.

3) “Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same…If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.” — Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights.

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ofpicksiedust replied to your post: people: speculating about mr world in the ag tag…

I’ve been the same with people saying they’re shipping Shadow and Wednesday �� just like “oh boy are y'all in for a big shock”


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i was tagged by @teamenti for this, thanks lovely! ^-^

5 things you will find in my bag

  • perfume
  • a book - how the marquid got his coat back by neil gaiman
  • organiser and pen
  • a pocket of essentials like tablets, bobbles, tampons, lip balm etc.
  • a few polo mints that came out of their wrapping and i haven’t cleaned up yet ✌️

5 things you will find in my bedroom

  • lots of plants, mainly cacti and succulents
  • also lots of books
  • himalayan salt lamp and candle holders
  • an old calendar i have hanging up that’s still on january 2016
  • clothes on my radiator that i really should put in my draws

5 things i’ve always wanted to do in life

  • visit norway, sweden or iceland to see the aurora borealis 
  • get my own house
  • be able to speak fluent welsh
  • go see alan rickman performing live in a play
  • learn all i can about astronomy

5 things on my to-do list

  • finish my laundry
  • paint and decorate my plant pots
  • finish one of the many books i have on the go atm
  • give my room a good sort out and reorganise things
  • boring work things like claiming expenses and requesting dates off

5 things people may not know about me

  • anywhere i’m changing the number on some setting like on the tv or car volume, it has to be on even numbers or multiples of 5
  • i used to play the flute
  • the only time i’ve ever punched someone in the face i gave them a nosebleed. it was my brother. he was annoying me, i did warn him.
  • i used to have a bad lisp and couldn’t say my ‘s’ well so used to be really self conscious about saying my name, i think that’s why i just prefer everyone to call me Lel now
  • i’m indecisive as hell. i’ll ask your opinion then probably go for the opposite anyway

this time i will actually be tagging people, so @alanprickman @repurikare @gryffindoridiot @masha-russia @kahpotato @tea-and-tragedy if any of you want to and tbh anyone else who wants to do it!