is a harsh mistress

najatapl  asked:

F, G, O for the fanfic ask game, please! :)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. 

I think the first chapter of Mr. Crappy’s Political Party Talk Radio Show is probably some of the best dialogue I’ve ever written. Establishes characters and voices convincingly, establishes setting and dynamics with a minimum of fuss, is engaging to read, brings in an element of tension/romance without hitting you over the head with it.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I write a few key scenes, usually starting with dialogue only, but then I have to go in order to string them together. For Careful the Tale You Tell, for instance, the first scene I wrote was the scene in the bar in Chapter 1, then parts of the hotel room scene in Chapter 4, and the final scene in Chapter 5. Then I went back and started from the beginning to tell the story all the way through.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

With fic, the characters are sort of there, and they dictate the plot, so it’s a little entangled? Usually it’ll be an overarching plot idea, and the plot will feel like it “fits” the characters, so it’ll be a fairly simple process to plug them in. Now, with Super Sekrit Project 2017, I began with an overarching theme - I wanted to write a story about [SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER] - and then slowly let the characters’ archetypes and storylines emerge. .Then the characters themselves started assserting themselves, and I now find myself with a glut of characters and still at a loss as to some of the storylines’ more tangible strokes. So it’s a process of going back and forth between them, I think!

concept: space pirates who sound exactly like regular pirates, except replace all references to “the sea” with “the void”

“aye, the void is a harsh mistress,” the captain said, gazing out the window of her ship into the vast starry expanse. “she’ll take more than she gives, in the end. but those who are called to life in the void don’t know any other way.”

phd-mama  asked:

I and S please!!!!!! *heart eyes*

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? 

Cheese. Cheese, cheese, cheese. I will read about the moment of discovering one is in love, or the moment of confession, or the sudden-with-no-warning kiss, over and over and over again. Make it dramatic and heart-clenching and OVERT, and I will choose it over the slow burn every time. I don’t have the patience for slow burn, or pining. Give me the good stuff and give it to me NOW.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist? 

Firsts. First kiss first confession first “i love you” first time first hug first anything. I adore firsts. There’s nothing like the excitement of a moment that has NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE. No precedent, no memory attached, nothing to compare it to. Just… this moment, being experienced, 100 percent. I will write it and I will read it and I will ADORE it.

Unless you're a Wiccan, the three fold rule doesn't apply to you.

I like to think that Karma gives herself out in regards to the respective deed. So, say you kill someone with magic in cold blood. Two people you love might die. Maybe more. Karma is a fickle mistress, who subscribes to no rules but her own.

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Attack on Titan: Unofficial Timeline V6

All of the information contained in this timeline comes from all chapters of Attack on Titan up to Chapter 74, the side manga Before the Fall, the light novel Attack on Titan: Before the Fall, the light novel Attack on Titan: Kuklo Unbound, the side manga No Regrets, the light novels Attack on Titan: The Harsh Mistress of the City, and the Attack on Titan Guidebook.

Names of specific people, places, and things in this timeline are derived from the official English translations by Kodansha Comics and Vertical, Inc.

I’ll release a new timeline for new major events in the main manga as well as new canon side manga volume and light novel releases.

I just remember how fond I was of Ponyo’s Dad, Fujimoto, from the Ponyo movie. I mean yeah he was the ‘antagonist’ of sorts, but he’s this doofy once human, now wizard who lives in the ocean with his many fish daughters and loves a giant sea goddess. Not to mention he looks like a sleep deprived mess of a wizard (My favorite kind) And just decided one day to 'fuck the land, I’m gonna go live in the sea. Just fuck land. Fucket.’ Not to mention his stupid crazy ginger hair all over the place and the thing with wearing pinstripe suits in terrible colors, I just love him so much, permit to get passionate for a brief moment:

 

Imagine him getting mad at sailors who say 'Ahh….the sea is a harsh cruel mistress, but she’s my mistress…’

'Uh excuse you-The Sea is my WIFE and I will THANK YOU not to TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT’

 

'I DONT WANT HER TO BECOME HUMAN, I LOVE HER SO MUCH, GRANMAMARE.’

'Babe, we’ve got dozens of fish daughters, what about them?’

'I LOVE THEM TOO BUT I LOVE PONYO THE MOST. I DON’T WANNA SHARE’

'BABE YOU GOTTA SHARE’

'NO!’

 

'Your husband is a mess.’

'yeah but he’s my mess. and I love my hot mess. Looket him doing sciencey things with the fish.’

*Fujimoto falling off a boat screaming*

'Precious.’

 

Imagine him visiting begrudgingly for Ponyo’s birthdays. He just sits grumpily in a kiddy pool. Grown ass man. Sitting in a kiddy pool. In a suit and tie.

 

Granmamare just petting him like a cat.

'this is my husband. He is smoll and floofy. I must take good care of him. Sometimes he forgets to eat stuff and to sleep. He floofy and fragile and sometimes he stands on rocks and yells at seagulls to stop pooping in the sea. I love him.’

 

'Why did you decided to live in the Ocean, Fujimoto? I meant besides the fact to be closer to your giant sea wife.’

'I can avoid taxes easier this way.’ (I now believe that all the Ghilbi Wizards are notorious Tax Dodgers, please see Howl’s Moving Castle, he literally lives in 3 diffrent towns at the same time)

 

'Humans are disgusting’

'Fujimoto, you were human once.’

'I know, and It was gross, I hated it.’

 

'How many daughters do you have’

’ I DONT KNOW. GIANT SEA GODDESSES DONT NESSARILY REPRODUCE LIKE PEOPLE DO, I AM CONSTANTLY SURROUNDED BY TINY MES.’

’….Is that a bad thi-’

'Shut up, I love it, don’t talk to me or my 1,290 daughters ever again

anonymous asked:

I have to apologize for another "job in the industry" question. I've been in the tech industry for about a decade though my focus is on distributed systems and security (crypto). I have a stable and well paid Silicon Valley job but it's not in the game industry. If I were to ask you if I should try for a game dev job what reasons would you give me for absolutely NOT working in the game dev? And is there a reason to join other than the love of games?

Why shouldn’t you work in the gaming industry? There are plenty of reasons.

1. You get paid much less than other industries

Part of the problem of a “cool” job is that developers (especially engineers) get paid a lot less than another software engineer of equivalent experience doing enterprise software. There’s one engineer I know who left my dev team to work on casino games and his salary was practically tripled. This isn’t a problem for most fresh-faced bushy-tailed newcomers to the industry, but if you’ve already got things like a mortgage, a family, and commitments, this might not be the career for you.

2. You may have to work a lot of hours

Crunch is very real. Due to the waxing and waning need of people for AAA development specifically, there will be times where you spend 10, 12, or even more hours at the office each day. Working weekends will be expected. Again, not a huge problem for newcomers, but very taxing on those with families and friends. After crunching for months on a project and finally shipping it, I once had to relearn how to cook for myself since I hadn’t done so for so long.

3. Volatility sucks

Most studios don’t plan more than a couple of years out at a time. Layoffs could hit after any project, even if the project does well.  There will always be a new project spinning up, and another one crashing and burning. As such, you may need to be on the lookout for a new job or a new opportunity. I was very recently updating my resume and I realized that I’ve shipped ten games with nearly as many studios. This is a bit above the norm, but really not as far removed as it should be. There are some industries and employers where you can plan to work for your employer until retirement. Video games is generally not one of those.

4. You won’t get to work on your own ideas for years unless you go indie

Unless you somehow climb the ranks at a meteoric pace, you probably won’t get the opportunity to write your own ticket for years. Any game developer needs to spend years earning experience, proving competence, and increasing the scope of his or her responsibilities. Only a very exclusive number of developers will ever be able to make his or her own ideas a reality. Most of the time, it’s being assigned tasks by the producers and doing them. Unless you decide to give up AAA development and work on an indie title, you’ll be working for them for years.

5. Somebody will always hate what you do

Games are public-facing. No matter what game it is or how good it is, there’s going to be a very loud group of people that will hate it. They will happily let you know as well - any decision you make to improve the game will be second-guessed and dismissed into oblivion. And they will park themselves firmly in your game’s official social media channels and continue to shout at you for as long as the game continues to be maintained. 99% of the time, they won’t know anything about the actual circumstances of things, but that won’t matter to them. Not that you’re allowed to talk to them anyway.

There’s a lot of practical reasons why someone wouldn’t want to work in games. It’s a nice idea, but reality is a harsh mistress. For many, the lower pay and the regular crunch are the primary factors in leaving the industry. It definitely takes a lot of dedication and passion to stay with game development as a career. There’s always a lot of people who want to get in, but the intersection of both passion and competence is not a very big number. Of those who might fit, the above reasons tend to drive many of them out as well. Game development is often thankless and draining. It certainly isn’t for everyone.

Wynne: You must know that murder is wrong, I assume.

Zevran: I’m sorry… are you speaking to me?

Wynne: That is why you wish to leave your Crows. A crisis of conscience.

Zevran: Yes, that is exactly it.

Wynne: Joke if you wish, but I have the feeling that deep down you regret the life you have lived.

Zevran: It’s true. I regret it all.

Wynne: Must you be such a child? Are you incapable of a single, serious conversation?

Zevran: I know. I am terrible and it makes me sad. May I rest my head in your bosom? I wish to cry.

Wynne: You can cry well away from my bosom, I’m certain.

Zevran: Did I tell you I was an orphan? I never knew my mother.

Wynne: Egad. I give up.

───────

Wynne: Have you changed your mind yet? Are you willing to speak seriously?

Zevran: Of your bosom? As you wish.

Wynne: (exasperated) No, I do not wish to speak of my bosom.

Zevran: But it is a marvelous bosom. I have seen women half your age who have not held up half so well. Perhaps it is a magical bosom?

Wynne: Stop… talking about my bosom.

Zevran: But I thought you wished to speak seriously?

Wynne: I do. I thought, however foolishly, that you might be willing to speak of your past.

Zevran: We could do that. There have been many bosoms in my past, though only few as fine as yours.

Wynne: Enough. I am ending this conversation.

───────

Zevran: You have not asked my about my conscience for some time, my darling Wynne.

Wynne: That is correct. And I am not your “darling.”

Zevran: (Sigh) So once again I am rejected, just as I am by the cruel, cruel fates. They are harsh mistresses to the elves.

Wynne: Zevran, I am old enough to be your grandmother.

Zevran: You say that like it’s a bad thing.

Wynne: And what would you do with me if you had me, hmm? This is a game you play, nothing more.

Zevran: Ha, you are a cynical woman, Wynne.

Zevran: Cynical and powerful. It drives me mad with desire.

Wynne: …

Wynne: I am going to walk away now.

49 رواية | قرائتها ستترك داخلك أثر

1. الخزي\Disgrace (جون ماكسويل كويتزي):

في رواية كويتزي المروعة هذه، يلجأ بروفيسور مكلل بالعار إلى مزرعة ابنته في مرحلة ما بعد الفصل العنصري في جنوب افريقيا. لا يجد أي أرجاء هناك، و رحلته للخلاص عنيفة و ساحقة. اقرأها لتفتح عينيك على النطاق الرمادي، الطبيعة المتحولة للشر،, لتكتسب منظورا في حياتك، و في مكان ما هناك، تجد نعمتك الخاصة.

2. عصر البراءة\شلث The Age of innocence (ايدث وارتون):

إن لم يكن لأي شيء آخر، فإن كلاسيكية وارتون الرائعة سوف تلهمك لأن تهاتف الشخص الذي كنت تنوي أن تقول له “أحبك”، في حال قلتها فعلاً، أو تلعثمت لبعض الوقت ثم أغلقت الخط، فهي في الحالتين بداية.

3. اذهب و قلها من فوق الجبال\ Go Tell It On The Mountain (جيمس بالدوين):

أصبحت رواية بالدون تعد من كلاسيكيات الأدب الأمريكي، ولأسباب جيدة؛ فهي رواية عميقة العاطفة و خصبة الكتابة عن صراع صبي لفهم الله و لفهم نفسه. اقرأها لتبدأ أو لتعيد بدء طريقك لإدراك النفس.

4. حب مهووس\ Geek Love (كاثرين دون):

سيُذَّكرك هذا الكتاب بأن غريبي الأطوار هم بشر أيضاً. في الحقيقة, سيَقترح أنهم ربما, بطريقة ما, أكثر إنسانية من البشر العاديين.

5. مسألة شخصية\ A Personal Matter (كنزابورو اوي):

رواية عميقة لسيرة شبه ذاتية عن رجل يولد ابنه بفتق في الدماغ. ينصح بها لأولئك الذين يسعون لمزيد من الأمل و التعاطف هذه السنة.

6. سخرية لا نهائية\ Infinite Jest (ديفيد فوستر والاس):

لن تقوم هذه الرواية بتحدي عقلك و روحك فقط, لكنها على الأغلب سوف تجعلك تتوقف عن مشاهدة التلفاز. و هو شيء بذات الأهمية.

7. خلاص العظام\ Salvage the Bones (جاسمين وارد):

في هذه الرواية، و بالتساوي في أجزائها الوحشية و الجميلة، تحضر لنا وارد قصة مؤثرة عن عائلة في رافد المسيسيبي قبل و بعد إعصار كاترينا. لغة كالعاصفة، و إحدى أفضل و أكثر بطلات الروايات المراهقات أصالة. اقرأها لتوسع آفاقك و لتتذكر أهمية العائلة.

8. فيرونيكا\ Veronica (ماري جيتسكيل):

يعد كل من النثر و رواية القصة لدى ماري حاداً و متقناً، و مؤثر بالقدر نفسه في إلقاء افتراضاتنا و الجدران التي نحمي بها أنفسنا بعيداً. تمتص هذه الرواية الدم من حضارتنا السطحية، و تنتزع طبقاتها. قد تشعر بأنك قُلِبت من الداخل إلى الخارج ورأساً على عقب بعد قراءتها، و لكن بغير ذلك هل ستكتسب منظوراً في الحياة؟

9. الزن و فن صيانة الدراجات النارية\ Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (روبرت):

كيف يمكننا إقصاء أيقونة تطوير الذا ت الأمريكية، اقرأهذه الرواية لتعرف معنى الجودة و تطبقه في حياتك.

10. كائن لا تحتمل خفته\ The Unbearable Lightness of Being (ميلان كونديرا):

رواية أخرى تجب قراءتها، الرواية التي غالباً، في نقطة ما أو أخرى، أذهلت الجميع. في آخر الأمر، عندما تؤمن حقاً بخفة الكينونة والوجود (أنه لا يوجد غير هذا، و كل هذا عابر)، فلربما رغبت في أن تصبح أفضل شخص بأمكانك أن تكونه.

11. العاشر من ديسمبر\ Tenth of Decembe (جورج ساوندرز):

حسناً، هذا الكتاب ليس برواية، لكن قائمة كهذه يجب أن تتضمن ساوندرز، نحن لا نملك خياراً آخر. لقد تمت الإشادة به في كل مكان كخبير في فن القصة القصيرة، لكنه أيضاً يعتبر كقائد أخلاقي للعصر الحديث- ليس النوع الخانق بل صاحب قلب ذهبي و نكتة. “كن لطيفاً”، قال ذلك لخريجي جامعة سايراكوس العام الماضي. قصصه تعطي النصيحة ذاتها، مراراً و تكراراً.

12. لوليتا\ Lolita (فلاديمير نابوكوف):

لأنها تجعلك تحب قاتلاً و متحرشاً بالأطفال- شيء كهذا في الحياة الواقعية سيتطلب قدراً من التعاطف و الشفقة كتلك التي لدى الدالاي لاما. كذلك، فإن نثريات نابوكوف جيدة إلى الحد الذي سيجعلك شخصاً أفضل بمجرد قراءتها.

13. جنس أوسط\Middlesex (جيفيري يوجندايس):

هذه الرواية تحويلية بأكثر من طريقة، تجعل دواخلك خارجك، كما تهدف. أحب عائلتك بجميع نواقصهم, تهتف. لا تخف من أساس ذاتك، تصرخ. سواءاً كانت غريبة أو جميلة كما يمكنها أن تكون.

14. الأشياء الجميلة التي تحتملها الجنة\ The Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears (ديناو مينغيستو):

تَتبع رواية مينغستو هارباً من الثورة الاثيوبية و الذي يجد نفسه في واشنطون عاصمة الولايات المتحدة، يعاني خلال 17 سنة لاحقة ليجد مكانته. رواية عن النزوح و الهوية، العرق و الوطن، الحقيقة و الأمل، ستفتح عينيك و قلبك

15. سيدهارتا\ Siddharth (هيرمان هيسه):

إعادة هيسه رواية قصة سيدهارتا تعد من الكلاسيكيات. ربما لن تساعدك على أن تصبح مستنيراً هذه السنة, لكنها ستذكرك بأهمية الوعي الذاتي, باللطافة, و بالوثوق بتجاربك.

16. استخدمها كما تجدها \ Play It as It Lays (جوان ديديون):

اقرأها سنوياً لتعيد تعريف نفسك بما هو حقيقي، وذَكّر نفسك بأن تستمر في ذلك.

17. البحث عن الزمن المفقود\ Search of Lost Time ( مارسيل بروست):

دع كل شيء جانباً، عندما تقرأ هذا الكتاب فأنت تضمن أن تصبح أكثر ذكاءاً. ما رأيك في هذا كتحسين الذات في صندوق؟.

18. الأشياء تتداعى \ Things Fall Apart (شينوا اشيبي):

يوجد سبب لكون الكثيرين منا قد طلب منهم قراءة هذا الكتاب في الفترة التي كانت عقولنا تتشكل فيها أيام الدراسة. إذا استطعت إدراك الأبعاد الخفية للصدامات بين الثقافات، و بين نفسك و ثقافتك الخاصة، في سن مبكرة، فستصبح أكثر قدرة على التعامل في العالم الحديث.

19. أن تقتل طائرا بريئاً\ To Kill a Mockingbird (هاربر لي):

كل حياة يمكن تحسينها من قبل قائد أخلاقي مثل اتيكوس فينش.

20. عشيقة فيتجنشتاين\Wittgenstein’s Mistress (ديفيد ماركسون):

بالإضافة لجعلك أكثر ذكاءاً –على الأرجح-، ستجبرك رواية ماركنسون الذكية، الرائعة هذه على أن توجه السؤال لنفسك: ما الذي ستفعله إذا كنت آخر شخص على الأرض؟.

21. أنساب\ kindred (اوكتافيا بتلر)

تختطف رواية بتلر التخيلية القاتمة فتاة عادية من حياتها في عام 1976 و تلقي بها في العام 1815، حيث تكون تلقائياً، كامرأة سوداء، عبدة. بينما تتحول جيئة و ذهاباً بين العالمين، تتداعى حياتها المحمية أمام أهوال الماضي. تصلح هذه الرواية لكل من يحتاج اكتساب منظور ما.

22. السيدة دالواي\ Mrs. Dalloway (فيرجينيا وولف):

الارتفاع الحاد الغريب من التعاطف والذي يأتي من العيش ليوم واحد داخل كلاريسا دالواي لا مثيل له.

23. مساعدة ذاتية\ Self–help (لوري مور):

مجموعة قصصية أخرى أكثر جودة و ملاءمة من أن تُترك خارج القائمة. ستعلمك لوري مور كيف تعيش.

24. دليل الفتيات للصيد و القنص\ The Girls‘ Guide to Hunting and Fishing (ميليسا بانك):

مهارات خبيرة في الصيد و القنص – دون أن نغفل عن مهارات العيش و الحب مع سخرية ظريفة- بإمكانها أن تحسن حياة أي شخص.

25. برسيبوليس\ Persepolis (مرجان ساترابي):

لتكتسب منظوراً عن عالم مختلف تماماً، و لتكدس الإلهام، لتكسر القيد الذي يكبلك. و هذه القصص مصورة، الصور مفيدة للروح.

26. طيران فوق عش الوقواق\ One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (كين كيسي):

سيجعلك هذا الكتاب تعيد النظر في معنى أو حتى في مظاهر الجنون. سواء جعلك أكثر تعاطفاً مع المجانين أو أكسبك المزيد من الوعي الذاتي, لن يضرك.

27. الرجل الخفي\ Invisible Man (رالف اليسون):

ليست مجرد رواية استثنائية، ولا واحدة من اللاتي يكشفن حياة الأمريكيين الأفارقة في النصف الأول من القرن العشرين، لكنه أيضاً كتاب يشكل تحدياً للقارئ، لمواجهة نفاقه و افتراضاته الشخصية. سيجعلك شخصاً أفضل كل مرة.

28. القلب صياد وحيد\ The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (كارسون مكالرز):

رواية مكالرز مليئة بأشخاص يتواصلون مع بعضهم. اقرأها لتعيد دوزنة نفسك و لو قليلاً مع أصوات الاخرين من حولك.

29. موت في العائلة\ A Death in the Family (جيمس أجي):

رواية أجي الوحيدة, المكتوبة برقة و شاعرية، و وداعته تجاه شخصياته، دون أن نغفل عن التذكير الدائم بأن الحياة تستمر، وبإمكانها أن تهز أي شخص.

30. كتابة بديلة\ Ghostwritten (ديفيد ميتشل):

تقريباً فإن كل ما كتبه ديفيد ميتشل هو رهان جيد لتحسين الذات، كتبه جميعها مملوءة بالتعاطف و الوعي الحاد بعلل و مباهج العالم. هذا الكتاب، و لربما بقدر أكبر من كتابه الشهير “السحابة أطلس”، سيذكرك بأن الصلات الخفية الممتدة رقيقة و مشدودة بين الكثير منا.

31. زيارة أخرى لعقل العروس\ Brideshead Revisited(ايفلين واو):

يوجد شيء ما بخصوص حياة كاملة تُروى عن طريق خبير في الرسائل الانجليزية، والذي يجعلك ترغب بإعادة تقييم حياتك الخاصة. و في هذه الحالة، من المحتمل أن تفعل ذلك بانتباه أكثر للعائلة و حبك الحقيقي.

32. البحر, البحر\ The Sea, the Sea(ايريس مرداك):

جميعنا يحمل شارل أروبي بداخله، مهووس، أناني، مضخم لذاته. رواية مرداك ستساعدنا على التقليل من ذلك.

33. مذكرات هارديان\ Memoirs of Hadrian (مارغريت يورسنار):

هذه الرواية الكلاسيكية الفلسفية، و المكتوبة كرسالة إلى ماركوس أوريليس، ستجعلك تتأمل ملياً في طبيعة الحب، النفس و الروح. بالإضافة إلى كونها ذاخرة بشذرات من الحكمة، المفضلة لدي:”خطأنا الكبير هو أننا نحاول ابتزاز كل شخص بالفضائل التي لا يمتلكها، و نتجاهل غرس تلك التي يملكها”.

34. حرب عربة يد\ The Pushcart War (جين ميريل):

صحيح أنها رواية أطفال، لكن رسائلها صالحة لكل الأزمان: دافع عن نفسك، حارب الشر،, و كن طيباً مع الآخرين. أجزم أن هذا الكاتب كان يفكر بذلك طوال العشرين سنة الماضية.

35. القمر عشيقة قاسية\ The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress (روبرت هينلين):

سيعلمك هذا الكتاب مبدأ (لا توجد أشياء مجانية). قاسٍ لكنه عادل، و هذا المبدأ مهم كمعلومة لما تبقى من حياتك.

36. رب الأشياء الصغيرة\ The God of Small Things (ارونداهتي روي):

بإمكاننا جميعاً أن نستخدم ما يذكرنا بالأشياء الصغيرة، و كيف يمكن للحب أن يصبح مدعوماً و ملتوياً. و تحديداً إن كان تذكيراً تنويرياً كهذا الكتاب.

37. الجريمة و العقاب\ Crime and Punishment (فيودور دوستويفسكي):

لا أحد يناخس الأخلاق و يعرض نقاط ضعفها كدوستويفسكي. أياً كان الذي تفكر به الآن، سيجعلك تعيد التفكير به مرة أخرى.

38. محبوبة\ Beloved (توني موريسون):

أحد أفضل الكتب في كل الأوقات، يجب أن تقرأه سواء كنت تحاول أن تصبح شخصاً أفضل أم لا. لكن إن كنت تحاول فعلاً، فإن هذا الكتاب سيكون مؤثراً جداً. قال موريسون عن ذكرى العبودية في أمريكا حين استلم جائزة عن كتابه: “لا يوجد نصب تذكاري و لا لوحة و لا إكليل أزهار و لا حديقة و لا جدار و لا مدخل ناطحة سحاب و لا توجد مقاعد صغيرة على الطريق، لا يوجد ما هو ملائم للذكرى، و لأن مكاناً كهذا لا يوجد – على حد علمي- وجد هذا الكتاب.” توجد الآن مقاعد جانبية على الطريق، لكن هذا الكتاب سيبقى أحد أهم الروايات التي ستقرؤها.

39. اليد اليسرى للظلام\ The Left Hand of Darkness (هورسولا لوجوين):

مناصرة لحقوق المرأة، مناصرة للبيئة، رائدة، و مقنعة إلى حد كبير، حتى لأولئك شديدي الحساسية فيما يتعلق بالخيال العلمي.

40. العالم المعروف\ The Known World (ادوارد جونز):

إحدى أفضل و أهم الروايات التاريخية التي تناولت العبودية، و تحديداً المكانة الغريبة لمالكي العبيد. “العالم المعروف” رواية حافلة بالمفاجآت،ساحقة، و ينصح بها لكل من يحاول العيش في أمريكا اليوم.

41. سيرة ذاتية للون الأحمر\ Autobiography of Red (آن كارسون):

إنها رواية شعرية، و هذا مفتاحك الأول – سوف تحصل على كل المنافع العقلية الناتجة عن قراءة الشعر دون أن تضطر إلى الإلتزام تجاهه (إن كان ذلك يسبب مشكلة لك). ثانياً: إذا كنت قد فكرت من قبل بأنك مسخ، فإن كارسون ستقنعك بعكس ذلك. وهو كل ما تحتاجه للمضي قدما.

42. شرق جنات عدن\ East of Eden ( جون شتاينبك):

مفاد هذه الرواية أن العائلة تأتي أولا.

43. الغريب\ The Stranger (ألبير كامو):

تُعِدّك الرواية بشكل أفضل قليلاً للتعامل مع “تجرد الإنسان في مواجهة اللامعقول”.

44. الرجل الذي لا خصال له\ The Man Without Qualities(روبرت موزيل):

في هذه الرواية الفلسفية المعقدة الطويلة بجنون، بطل الرواية لا يبحث عن شيء أقل من معنى الحياة. هذه الرواية مثل جرعة بروتين عظيمة لعقلك. تؤخذ بسخاء، مع الكثير من الماء.

45. المشكلة الجسدية العقلية\ The mind–body problem(ربيكا غولدستين):

لا يمكنك تجميع شتات نفسك إذا لم تفككها من البداية. إذا راودك هذا الشعور من قبل “لقد اعتدت على التفكير بنفسي على أنني مثقف. لقد افترضت أن خصائص معينة من العقل و الجسد قد كانت مترتبة على هذا الوصف و كنت قد صممت نفسي وفقاً لذلك. من الصعب أن تكتشف أنك كنت تؤسس ذاتك على فرضيات زائفة”. إن أحسست بذلك، و أردت أن تذهب إلى مكان ما حيث يمكنك الضحك على نفسك، فإن هذا الكتاب لك.

46. بقايا النهار\ he Remains of the Day (كازوو ايشيجورو):

هذا الكتاب هادئ و أنيق بحيث أنك لن تدرك أنه يتسلل إلى رأسك جاعلاً إياك شخصاً أفضل حتى تنتهي منه و تغلقه.

47. الناقوس الزجاجي\ The Bell Jar (سيلفيا بلاث):

كلما أنهيت هذا الكتاب خَطَر على بالي الشيء ذاته: الخسارة. لا يمكن ألا أربطه بسيلفيا نفسها، ولا يمكن إغلاقه بدون الإحساس بالفقد تجاه شبابها وموهبتها وحياتها. اقرأه لتفتح قلبك للإعتلال العقلي، و اقرأه لتعيد تنشيط حياتك وعقلك.

48. إعترافات قناع\ Confessions of a Mask (يوكو ميشيما):

يستطيع هذا الكتاب أن يجعلك شخصاً أفضل فقط بجعلك متفتحاً ذهنياً على الآخر الذي يختلف عنك. تمجيد ميشيما للجمال الذكوري فوق كل شيء هو، ربّما، ما لا يجب التقاطه من الكتاب، لكن قصته عن صبي مثلي ياباني يعيش خلف قناع الاستقامة سيحرك شعور أي كان لينظر في عمق المسألة.

49. حياة بعد حياة\ Life After Life (كيت اتكنسون):

سيجعلك هذا الكتاب تفكر في جميع الاحتمالات التي كان من الممكن أن تمضي بها حياتك، و لربما ألهمك لتقوم ببعض التغييرات التي ستضعك على المسار الذي تريده. عدا ذلك، فإنها ستذكرك بأننا وعلى عكس أورسولا، نملك فرصة واحدة،فلنغتنمها.

Leonardo's invasion

Night fell on the city gently and lovingly. The daytime sun had been a harsh mistress and the urban jungle was feeling the scorch of early summer heat.

Already, in these late months of spring, the asphalt was hot enough to blister. The blasts of sunlight reflecting off the roofs of passing cars near Times Square was like a laser beam to the retina. It was so early the season, and all too soon the heat was becoming unbearable.

Escaping the Dantes Inferno like atmosphere, The tall human woman was tending her rooftop garden. Which had grown to monstrous size in these past few weeks. With additions of vegetables, more nocturnal beds, aloe and other succulents, hide outs for Pumpkin to cool herself down, and even some water features and a small pond. For privacy, trellises and flowering vines gave natural curtains from prying eyes.

It was a modern day Eden.

Even the energy here was drastically different than the apartment. This space was a living, breathing testimony to thriving in the most unlikely of places.

Wearing a long wrap around skirt that hugged every curve of her waist and generous hips, and a tank top that made her feel like she wasn’t sweating to death, the female tending her garden was brushing a bit of dirt off her hands when she stood up. She smiled to herself when she heard the pond frogs and cicadas start their evening chorus.

The air was thick with perfume of lilacs and jasmine. It made her cheeks burn slightly thinking of who inspired the recent additions of lilacs.

Turning around to check on the hibiscus the redhead let out a startled squeak. No matter how good her situational awareness was, a ninja could shatter that confidence. Raph was on patrol tonight so she wasn’t expecting visitors. Much less the one standing before her.

Leonardo was the groups leader. He was also more affectionately know as ‘Fuckwad’ from her man. Raph and Leo didn’t often see eye to eye on things like leadership, or fighting rotations, or training, or well… anything.

“Fuck Leo! You scared me half to death.” The flustered woman exclaimed. Immediately she regretted saying the ‘F word’ in front of him. It’s not like he’s never heard it before, (given who he lived with) but the thing was Leo never swore. So, out of respect she tried to watch her language in front of him. She thought it really fucking odd he never swore, but she didn’t dog the male out over it either. He was always such the gentleman, especially in manner of speech.

His towering, well muscled frame took half a step towards her and made a courteous bow of his head. “My deepest apologies. I didn’t mean to. I would have called if I had a way. Forgive me?”

Slightly shaking herself from the rush of adrenaline, the female regained her composure. “Yeah, of course. No worries.” Looking around she told the leader in blue, “Uh, Raphs not here if you’re looking for him. He’s on rotation tonight so..”

Clearing his throat the mutant sheepishly replied, “No, I know. I’m the one who makes the schedule. I actually came to see you if that’s alright?”

The wind picked up at that moment and made the tall grasses in the planters sway and rustle giving a serene moment to help break the tension forming.

Never had she been alone with another male since her monogamous commitment to Raphael. It felt like a violation to have anyone else in her personal space while she was alone at night. As if to further prove her point, Pumpkin the cat chose to sit at the woman’s feet and growl at the offending turtle. The feline wasn’t exactly shy about her dislike of him either. She was Raphs kitten after all.

“Um, alright… can I get you something to drink? We can talk over in the cabanas.” The woman said leading the way to the seating area.

It felt especially strange having Leo come to take a seat in the plush U shaped platform with the oversized shade umbrellas and curtains flowing on bamboo frames. It felt like he was invading a scared space. Raph and her built this custom extravagance with their own hands. It was however, the only seating large enough to accommodate a plus four hundred pound turtle. So here they were.

Fireflies danced in the humid air and a pitcher of mint cucumber water sat on a tray between them. Glasses with ice were filled and a thanks was mumbled. Like a heavy molasses, uncomfortable silence stretched between the mutant and the human as they sipped the cold water.

Breathing in deep and closing his eyes in that thoughtful way of his, Leonardo seemed to be meditating. Y/N didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Her eyes glanced around and she was glad to have something to occupy her hands. She was a nervous fidgeter.

When she thought she was going to scream from the waiting, finally Leo opened his blue eyes and trained them right on Raphs female.

It was unnerving for her. She had never been the sole focus of his attention before and it was startling. His gaze was deep and piercing. The kind of stare that a male had when he could look right through you, and already he knew your deepest secrets. The kind of stare that stripped you bare and vulnerable.

“Raph comes home smelling like this place. Of earth, and fresh growing things. Of things other than city grime and sewer. The other night the smell of fresh basil lingered on him for hours. I was so jealous I wanted to choke him.” Softly, a smile curved Leo’s lips as he made his confession.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. When he comes over we usually spend most of our time out here. No one can really see in and I’m already stuck inside most of the day. So… yeah…” The female said. Her reply was somewhat sheepish because she still didn’t really know where any of this was coming from. Or where it was headed.

The frogs chirped and the wooden wind chimes could be heard on the other end of the canopy. Long flowing curtains around the platform seemed to be moved by invisible hands as they danced in the breeze.

Y/N was really starting to squirm now. This setting, this environment, it was all too intimate, it was all too much. She was really kicking herself at the moment for lighting all the citronella candles when she first came out here some hours earlier.

Just what a girl needs when shes hosting her boyfriends brother in the middle of the night. Fucking candlelight ambiance.

For fucks sake. Could this get anymore awkward?

“Look, Leo. Are you okay?” She didn’t mean to be so abrupt, but the tension was killing her.

Ever graceful, ever cool Leo just smiled again and looked away. “Yeah. I’m good. I just… sometimes..”

“If it’s alright with you, if it would be no intrusion… could I spend some time up here? In your gardens? After being stuck down below for so long, you start to long for the world above. Especially when it’s close enough for you to be reminded of its fragrance.” He took that opportunity to look her in the eyes again as he asked his question. Her throat went dry at his focus on her.

God damn. She’d never seen Leo like this before. Like a starving man asking for a crumb as of it were a filet mignon. How in the hell was she supposed to shut down a request like that and still sleep at night?

“Oh.. uh.. I don’t mind. Let me talk to Raph. Maybe there’s a way we can work out a night a week you can come up here while we are in. Or something.” Not knowing how to add in that it would have be to something the three of them agreed upon.

So Raph didn’t field dress his poor brother.

Like a phantom he was up in front on her and picking up her hand to lay a gentle kiss upon it. Like someone bit her, Y/N jumped back.

“A thousand times I thank you. I don’t think you could ever possibly imagine how much this means to me. I’ll come back in a few days after you and Raphael have talked it out to see where we all stand. From the bottom of my heart I cannot thank you enough.”

Gliding in that animalistically smooth way of the mutants, Leo was already to the roofs edge when he stopped. Turning his head to the side he called over his shoulder, “You are an angel among mortals. I can see why he’s so taken with you.”

Leaping over the brick, like a whisper in a graveyard he was gone into the night.

And she just agreed to let him come back?

Damn her bleeding heart.

Damn it straight to Hell.

Originally posted by absinthundblut

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Attack on Titan: Unofficial Timeline V7

Now with larger font and darker backgrounds for easier readability, along with more concise event summaries and additional information.

All of the information contained in this timeline comes from all chapters of Attack on Titan up to Chapter 76, the side manga Before the Fall, the light novel Attack on Titan: Before the Fall, the light novel Attack on Titan: Kuklo Unbound, the side manga No Regrets, the light novels Attack on Titan: The Harsh Mistress of the City, the side manga Lost Girls, and the Attack on Titan Guidebook.

Names of specific people, places, and things in this timeline are derived primarily from the official English translations by Kodansha Comics and Vertical, Inc.

anonymous asked:

Ask game: How would you describe your style?

Intimate realism. I’m not horribly poetic anymore. I like to be as in the moment as I can, and I like to lay bare emotions and vulnerabilities. I love honest dialogue. Small gestures that speak volumes. I like the stories to carry themselves, I love being just under the skin of a character. I like to write dialogue that feels real. I like short sentences. I like the occasional sentence that moves deep, deeper with every layer, deep until it reaches the climax and core all at once. I like the breathless sentence that comes right after.

I like the one-lline starter, and I like the one-line finish.

(And occasionally the punctuation.)

                                        Lady Margeaux LeRoux

                                                   Godiva

She was a former archivist of the Umbra Witches, and on occasion, taught students her craft.  She wields a quartet of Guns christined Fortuna (  Guns of black and gold, they were crowned with the names Avarice, Splendor, Opulencia, and Serendipity.  ) and bears a contract of the Vedic serpent, Vritra, who was said to be damned into the Inferno by the bones of a Lumen Sage in eons past. Bequeathing upon her phenomenal strength, it is claimed that his power is so bountiful that he can shift the fates themselves. 

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Been playing around with the idea for a new series tonight

I did the “pitch” for it about a week ago but I’ve been thinking more on it

Basically, the medium concept is a children’s cartoon, so here’s some random tag thoughts I’ve had

  • Basically, the premise is this loud teenage girl history buff (Astor Carter) is a volunteer at a local history museum and finds out a mad scientist (Dr. Alvaro Mars) is working out of the basement on saving ancient artifacts via time travel, hanging out with various historical figures, and other mad science-y things. They become friends and have adventures while learning about history and science casually.
  • Astor is about 16 and of a mixed racial background (white father, black mother) and is very clever and curious but also headstrong and stubborn, which gets her in trouble often with the authority figures in her life.
  • She’s only allowed to work in the museum at her age because the director was friends with her father before his disappearance (because what good children’s show doesn’t have a missing parent?) and feels like she owes him somehow.
  • Astor’s got a HUGE CRUSH on a girl from school named Chloe who’s on the cheer team and is also a “mathelete.”
  • Her mother is a librarian and loves her daughter very much and supports her interests, but also wants to help her learn to respect authority more and know just because she yells something doesn’t make it right.
  • Her father was an archaeologist (of course) and was a kind man, if a little odd. He disappeared on a dig around the time she was 8-9, so she has a lot of memories of him. No one knows what happened to him and there’s been no trance of him since. Why? I don’t know, but lets be real here, the time travel/mad science angle is gonna play into his disappearance somehow.
  • Dr. Mars’ age I’m still not sure about, but really, anywhere from 28-35 is my current range guess. He’s of a Latino background and kinda has, as Chloe puts it, “a younger, hotter Doc Brown” thing going for him.
  • Very sweet guy but more than a bit weird, kind of an absentminded professor type, he’s just very enthused about science and history and his work. He reminds Astor of her father a bit, which is probably what draws her to him. He always wears goggles too because “People know you’re in charge if you’ve got goggles.”
  • Why does he work out of the museum’s basement? That’s a good question that I don’t have the answer to yet.
  • Probably built a AI that lives in his computer’s mainframe that kind of manages all the stuff he’s too forgetful for and has the personalty of a child-friendly GLaDOS probably.
  • He is probably the only person to watch Jurassic Park and think “cloning dinosaurs…that’s a great idea!” and try it. Now he’s just got a pocket sized velociraptor and broken dreams about his cloning abilities.
  • The only woman for him is “The harsh mistress of science,”…and also his constant attempts to flirt with Nikolai Tesla when they’re in each other’s time periods, but he can never manage before he gets too nervous.
  • Astor and Mars meet because the director sent Astor to the basement to get something and she saw all these “KEEP OUT,” “DO NOT ENTER” “DANGER” signs, got curious and ignored them and found his lab. She saw all the cool stuff and was amazed, and when Mars found her there, she thought he was angry, as he said, “So, you see a bunch of “DO NOT ENTER” signs and decide to ignore them and go anyway?…That’s my kind of people! What’s your name, kid?” and he practically hired her to be his assistant on the spot.
  • There’s probably three “types” of episodes, ones where Astor and Mars go to the past to save artifacts/meet historical figures/solve an ancient mystery/ect, ones where people from the past come to their time and shenanigans ensue, and ones about one of Mars’ inventions causing havoc of some sort.
  • The museum is probably in NYC b/c New York is the centre of the universe.

That’s all I’ve got for now, but just an idea of what I’ve been thinking about on and off the past few days.

It also doesn’t have a name yet, I’ve been calling it “Partners in Time” but that’s so fucking lame.

I’m gonna tag it as that for now tho.

Prairie Witch
She can read the wind whipping over the tall grass like some people read tea leaves. Silence is her companion. When it rains, she opens her arms to receive the sky’s blessing, like a lone tree unfurling its leaves. Tall and straight, eyes piercing and direct, hair a tangle like the tumbleweeds that drift past her lonely home. She is a cloudless summer sky, her temper rising like a storm, a tornado in her heart; her curses are direct as arrows. The only gold she wears is the gold of tall summer grass turned amber in the autumn. She is strength.

Forest Witch
Shadows and sunlight are her home. Her smile is small, secret, demure, as she melts into the darkness under the trees. The change of the seasons, the smell of good, fresh dirt, the song of birds are her home. She understands Time, the shift and change in the Earth and everything around her. The animals don’t flinch from her. She is sought for cures and remedies, a healing touch. She is knowledge.

Dessert Witch
She moves with the grace of sand blowing across the dunes, perfectly at home dancing with the wind. Her heart is an open well, soothing those who are lost, an oasis of love and kindness. Patient, joyful, golden like sand and violet like night, hands so smooth and wise that they seem to radiate their own light. She is the reaching of a sunset, graceful limbs, feet that know every secret path through the harsh desert. Everything is a treasure for her. She is love.

Mountain Witch
She is a frame of quiet dignity, weathering everything without apology. She is brilliant white snow, dark hidden caves, a harsh mistress that provides shelter to those who need it without question. Her wrath is an avalanche; her love is a haven of quiet. Her door is always open to those that need her. She could stretch her fingers up and touch the sky. Her hair is a fall of white, her skin is the dark of jagged rocks, aged and ageless. She is forever—she always has been, she always will be. She is protection. She is compassion.

Sea Witch
Constant motion, constant change, mighty and wonderful. She is the water that will hold others afloat, gently guiding them to their destination. Stars are her books and maps, the moon kissing her gleaming forehead. She understands the shifting nature of people. Blues, greens, crushing blacks and exhilarating grays, her heart a maelstrom that those who dare to brave find a land of riches waiting for them. She is a mother’s touch, a mother’s voice scolding. She is wisdom.