it's just a book she said

I know I run a book blog so maybe this isn’t the right platform for this, but girls: Please look out for other girls. Tonight I was stuck at a bus stop in Shoreditch circa 2 AM and saw another young woman getting harassed by a drunk, aggressive dude, and at first I thought, “She’s got it under control.” But then he started touching her and I went “No, that’s definitely not right.” So I barged over and shoved him out of the way and said, “Beth?? Oh my God, how are you, I haven’t seen you since grade school!” And this girl I’d never seen before in my life threw her arms around my neck and whispered, “You are an angel, thank God.” We talked for fifteen minutes, the creep lost interest, I watched her get on the bus and I will sleep so much better knowing she got home in one piece. If you see something weird happening, intervene. The worst that can happen is embarrassment, and I think that’s worth the risk when you consider the alternative.

I noticed something about the latest episode that hasn’t really been discussed? Or at least I haven’t seen any discussion about it. Basically the possibility that just for a moment, Rose was able to talk to Steven

Listen, just like how the room Connie acted, room Rose went along with Steven, not acting like the Rose we have seen in past episodes, at least not fully. 

She maintains these half-lidded tired looking eyes as if she is not fully there and continues to behave how Steven has always dreamed she would be

Its somewhat unsettling to see these sorts of expressions in contrast to the wide eyed, expressive, excitable emotions we usually see from Rose in flashbacks. 

But then Steven said “You’re not my mom.”

“I’m not?”

We know from open book that the room basically takes all its orders and interpretations from Steven. The room Connie was going along with Steven just like rose was, until she was told not to do what Steven wanted, something that contrasted what she was supposed to be. And room Rose was told “You’re not my mom.”

So she began to act in an un-motherly way, her image becoming intimidating and a storm rising all around her.

But then, she does something room Connie wasn’t able to do. She doesn’t continue listening to Steven’s ‘order’ that she wasn’t his mom anymore. She goes on to console him.

“Steven, you know that isn’t true. In the tape I left you I told you how much I wanted to have you and let you exist, do you think what I said to you in the tape was a lie?”

Her expression seems much more alert and focused, she’s lost that ‘fake’ sort of feeling she had before. She strays away from what Steven told her, that she wasn’t his mom, something room Connie wasn’t able to do. 

This action makes it seem like just maybe, she was really able to communicate with him for a moment. That she wasn’t just a construct of the room, only able to follow orders and listen to what Steven says. 

She acts like a mother when she was told she wasn’t. You could argue that this is simply Steven knowing what he needs to hear and the room showing it to him but you cannot completely rule this theory out:

What if Rose really was able to console Steven through the room?

A woman or Madi Scott in this case is NOT a fucking beard if the man she’s fucking is straight! I cannot stay quiet and let that bit of ignorance stand. Idngaf about the coulda/woulda/shoulda. If you want to think what makes you happy, fine. Its your choice. But cannonically, Long John Silver is straight, who has been with two WOMEN on the show. In the book he is straight. Nothing besides inference by FANS has said otherwise. Ship and let ship has always been my motto but dont you DARE desexualize a woman, nevermind an AA woman by calling her a beard just to make you feel better. Its childish and offensive and for people who are supposedly progressive a step backwards because if you value sexuality over sexual gender bias JUST to fulfill selfish desires then you are WRONG. So terribly wrong. Madi Scott is a strong, sexually attractive, fierce woman of whom John Silver has been in an intimate relationship for quite some time and for whom Silver marries. This is the story. The rest until seen otherwise is fan fic. Give her due or not but don’t USE her by disregarding her importance especially when its how Silver sees her. Not to mention Luke Arnold is all about his ship that becomes a part of the person who IS Long John Silver

When she turned sixteen, the princess wished for a needle. “I want to sew a bit,” she wrote on a note and put it into the basket that went down her tower for food and books. “Just so I have something to do.”

When she received it, tucked under berries and cheese, the princess took the needle between two fingers. She went down the tower and to the door where the dragon lay.

“Beast,” the princess said.

The dragon said nothing. The chain around its neck was golden and terrible. Its wings were folded. It lay still and looked at the princess.

She lifted her hand. The needle gleamed silver in the dragon fire under the beast’s belly. “I can unleash you.”

For a while, the dragon only looked. It looked and looked, and then it opened its jaws. “And what do you want in return?”

The princess smiled. She went over to the dragon and pushed the needle into the lock sealing its neck.

“What do you want?” the dragon asked again. But the princess said nothing.

While she worked, the beast slowly shifted to its feet, and the princess did not flinch when hot breath flooded over the scars on her naked shoulder blades. She did not tremble when the dragon nudged her where her wings used to be, neither when it sniffed where horns used to adore her bald head, nor when it nosed at the burns that torches had left on her four arms.

The chain fell. A shudder went through the dragon’s body. It took a deep breath, its throat bulged, and magic erupted from its freed lungs. The door on the bottom of the tower burnt to ashes.

The princess smiled.

“Well,” the dragon said when they stood outside and looked at the sky. “Now you must tell me.”

And still, the princess smiled, a slow and horrifying little smile that stuck to her tiny mouth. The dragon stumbled away from her, terror shooting through his veins. He was up in the sky within seconds, but the princess only looked at him.

When she spoke, it echoed across the clearing deep in the forest, and the dragon in the sky shuddered from her soft voice that sang gently:

“I want to ask them why they did not lock me up a bit better.”

‘You can’t erase people you once loved’, he said. ‘Its like erasing a part of you. A part of your existence.’ ‘Sure I can.’, she said. ’ I just need some time. I can get over him by forgetting everything that reminds me of him. ’ ‘But don’t you understand.’, he said in frustration. 'It’s not about forgetting him or anyone, because this would mean that you had to forget about all the memories you shared with him and that have found a place in your heart. Memories do not just connect us with a past lover. They become part of ourself that can’t just be erased. If you really wanted to erase him you would have to forget about the times he made you smile. About the times he was there for you when everything was too much and all you needed was a shoulder to lean on. The one time he introduced you to his parents and how proud he was to call you his girlfriend. How he told you on every occasion how beautiful you were and how you started to believe in it. How he made you feel good in your own skin even when you were naked. How he loved your imperfections and made you love them too. How he brought you flowers or just held your hand when you were fighting a battle with yourself. About the one night he told you that he loved you and how you felt in this exact moment. You would have to forget about much more than just him. ’ 'But it hurts. It hurts so much.’ , she said under tears. 'But it’s good that it hurts. As real as the pain is as real was your love for him. An inner war is going on in yourself because he left a part of him in you and your mind and your body have yet to decide whether to keep the part of him or to toss it. Don’t forget about him. Don’t erase him. Keep the memories. Keep the good. And let only go of the bad.’
—  J.N.

AU where Nurse Crane gave Patsy a lift to the station/docks, not patsy left in taxi.
its a pleasent drive, they settle into companible silence. abiet Patsy’s feeling awful for leaving delia and everything behind and trying not to cry. then phyllis clears her thorat and quotes the same poem she’ll reomned to Delia later. minus the book lone but still said with support. And then patsy really does cry proper bawling because its fitting so fitting and phyllis points out there tissuse in the gloveconpartment as well as barley sugars and says things like  “itll be alright in the end”, before giving up pulling over so she can take her hands off the wheel to fuss and comfort her passenger. before both go back to stiff uper lip and all that pretending it didnt happen. phyllis concentrates on driving while patsy hurridly sorts her running eye make up but theres a lil smile there too. when its time to board phyllis givies her a very stern reminder about writing. then hugs her goodbye giving patsy the biggest of comforting hugs; second only to the one patsy and delia shared when Patsy said ‘I love you’ back

Annotation Step-by-Step

My teacher gave us a guide for annotation of articles, but she said it could be modified for other types of documents. I thought it could be helpful for other people. Its best used after reading through the document first, but it’s ok if you can’t.

Annotation Step-by-Step

  1. Number the paragraphs
  2. Read and annotate paragraph by paragraph
  3. Underline topic sentences
  4. Circle key terms and vocabulary. Define in margins.
  5. Write a brief summary of the paragraph (one or two sentences, don’t go overboard)
  6. Ask deep questions, answer if possible. Don’t just ask why.
  7. Make comments that synthesize with current events, topics in class, etc.
  8. Identify the thesis of the document
  9. Check for bias (comment, mark, and explain the bias)
  10. Identify literary terms/ideas
  11. Check for tone/tone changes
  12. Identify the structure
  13. Look for evidence and type (facts, statistics, examples, anecdotes, and appeals to authority)
  14. Find the intention and purpose of the document
  15. Look for transitional phrases
Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die -“
She put her hand against his chest, just over his heart, and felt its beat against her palm, a unique time signature that was all its own. "I only wish you would not speak of dying,” she said. “But even for that, yes, I know how you are with your words, and, Will- I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones, the mad ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones that are only for me. I love them, and I love you.” 
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

Baratheon, Cersei

(Queen)
10th Level (Noble 10)

The queen stood. “And what of my wrath, Lord Stark?” she asked softly. Her eyes searched his face. “You should have taken the realm for yourself. It was there for the taking… Such a sad mistake.”
“I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine,” Ned said, “but that was not one of them.”
“Oh but it was, my lord,” Cersei insisted. “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
— Cersei Baratheon and Eddard Stark, A Game of Thrones

If there is one woman destined never to be a hearth-mate or homemaker, she is undoubtedly Cersei Lannister. The Lannister symbol is a lion and Cersei is undoubtedly a lioness, a golden-haired green-eyed feline among queens. Had she been born a whore, she would have been an empress of brothels. She was born noble, however, the first of two bright blond glittering twins fathered by Tywin Lannister and his beloved wife, Joanna. Little brother Jaime came out clutching his sister’s heel, and has been clutching other bits of her ever since.

Jaime would one day become a knight, wild and reckless of reputation. Had she been born male, Cersei would have out-Jaimed Jaime. She lacks no bravery when it comes to conflict, and would happily have slit half a dozen Targaryen throats to sit unchallenged on the Iron Throne. Unlike her brother, it would never have occurred to her to get off it. Unfortunately for Cersei, she was born female, and her path to conquest was never going to be that straightforward.

Cersei is the eldest of the Lannister children. As a male, she would be the heir to Casterly Rock, irrespective of looks, abilities, or any other factors. Because of her sex, however, she finds herself third in the line of succession. Anything she has must be given to her by her father or earned between Robert Baratheon’s bed sheets. It is not a situation designed to breed self-esteem. Kept back because of her sex and because there is room for only one Tywin-shaped ego in the family, it could be no surprise that this volatile, passionate woman’s nature would warp a little.

Under such circumstances, it might be thought that a woman like Cersei Lannister would become a Dacey Mormont or even a Mirri Maz Duur, finding power through arms or the occult. That, however, would not be Cersei’s way. She may crave self-determination, but in the end Cersei accepts the world into which she is born.

Cersei has taken on her culture’s distaste for women, so she both despises and treasures her own femininity. She has to work very hard for the gifts of command and influence given so easily to men of her station. As a result, she has no time for hapless females. At best, she will sneer at them; at worst, she will use them without a shred of pity. The world is harsh to women; to her mind, the sooner they learn how to use the rules to their own advantage, the better. If Cersei gave it a second thought, she might even argue that she does her own sex a favour by teaching them the lessons she had to learn by herself.

Cersei did indeed have difficult lessons to learn. When dealing with Lannisters, all roads lead to Casterly Rock, and the pervasive influence of Tywin. They pride themselves on a tradition of intelligence inherited from their famous ancestor, Lann the trickster. They use every resource they have to get what they want. They are abundant in wits, in wealth and in comeliness.

Like all the Lannister family — with the notable exception of Tyrion — Cersei is lovely to look upon. This alone makes her a treasure. The Lannisters understand the importance of appearances only too well. In a world where a woman’s worth is judged by her beauty, bloodline, and fertility, Cersei is worth a great deal. She may just be another breeder, but her owners can expect a fine price for her — nothing less than a crown.

Unfortunately for Cersei, the death of Lyanna Stark left Robert Baratheon an angry man. All her beauty could never mend his heart — something she could never forgive. Despite this failing, Cersei could certainly take care of his other needs. Sensual and exquisite of form, Cersei is extremely alluring. Robert Baratheon found nothing to object to in her person. This was the beginning of Cersei’s rise to power. Her father can subsidise a king, her brother can kill one, but neither can create one. That task, the creation of a Lannister monarch, came down to Cersei alone.

It would never be easy for someone of Cersei’s ego, already thwarted in ambition and expression, to become the bed mate of a man in love with another woman, though — especially a woman made ideal through death. Cersei could not even have the satisfaction of watching her rival grow old and ordinary. Lyanna Stark is forever the unattainable and tragic love in Robert’s life. The implicit rebuff, both to her status as his queen and her adequacy as his bedfellow, is more than she could possibly tolerate. She gave her royal husband three healthy, beautiful children to inherit his throne and continue his line … but none of them are his. Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen are golden children, who resemble both mother and father, Cersei and Jaime Lannister.

It is hard to understand the complex link between twins, but by itself this does not explain the extent of the love between the Lannisters. They consider themselves to be bonded souls, perhaps even the same soul. It is not true. Jaime’s needs are very different to Cersei’s. Jaime may follow his sister’s lead, but he is a warrior; she is a politician.

It could be argued that Cersei’s feelings for Jaime is the nearest she will ever come to making love to herself, for they are so alike, so heroic looking, so beautiful. Whether she would love him so much were he not created in her own glorious image is a moot point. This might, however, explain Cersei’s contempt for her other brother, Tyrion. If Jaime is Cersei made male — a mirror of herself as she would wish to be — what is Tyrion but a grotesque distortion? Jaime is not the only Lannister male Cersei mirrors, though. Cersei inevitably echoes her father, the most powerful and successful being she knows in everything from her manipulation of her children to her personal disdain for Tyrion.

Her love for Jaime, however, is a radical departure from her father’s cool approach to matters of the heart. This alone is all her own feeling, and the intensity of it pulls her. It is dangerous, and yet comforting, for Jaime gives her most of the power in the relationship. While Jamie appears to be devoted to only Cersei, she in turn knows that her body is a weapon, and is willing to use it as needed, whether to deal with Robert’s occasional urges, or to attempt to seduce Eddard Stark. It is hard to tell whether she ever enjoys her lovers, or simply revels in the exercise of her personal power over men.

Incest is considered an abomination throughout the lands of Westeros, but curiously it does have a precedent in the royal house of Targaryen, where brothers and sisters become husbands and wives, kings and queens together. The theory was that it kept the blood pure. Cersei takes that precedent to heart, using it to justify her relationship with Jaime and her denial of her royal husband’s marital privileges. In at least two cases, those of Aerys II and Viserys — styled the Beggar King — the genetic inheritance seems to be mental instability, whatever the state of the blood. This situation repeats itself in the first child of Cersei and Jaime’s union: the heir to the throne of Baratheon, Prince Joffrey.

Cersei is so passionate and vivacious that even Tyrion, long since hardened to her wiles, finds her irresistible when joy overtakes her. When she is truly happy, she sparkles like a diamond. It is almost impossible not to love her. Cersei has not grown in circumstances where this bright side to her could develop, but it still reveals itself from time to time. Cersei Lannister is a brilliant but fickle friend, a proud and cunning foe, and above all, a guardian of her own power.

– A Game of Thrones, Deluxe Edition Role-Playing Game and Resource Book

@damnyoufancyhumans​ replied to your post:

Well, it’s also referenced in The Shadowhunter Academy, I haven’t read it yet, but I was told by my friend who got really excited about it. It was something about how “Raphael has never loved in that way” Please, correct me if I am wrong though. Raphael has just alway been aroace in my head. Also, I look at authors’ social media stuff as canon, but you’re right, that’s just me. (And I agree, Jughead is in this case the “more real” erasure, but Raphael counts for me too)

I’m not sure I read that book in particular (I only read 5 of them and then I deleted everything from my brain) but from what I know there’s no real aroace rep in them. The thing is that CC is known for her shitty treatment of lgbtq+ characters in general so I think that whatever there was there about Raphael wasn’t actually meant to say anything about his sexual/romantic orientation (although can still be interpreted as such of course) and I’m pretty sure when she said “aroace” she didn’t actually know what that word meant either. (Also omg about the “never loved that way” part: in the show when Raphael talks about his feelings for Izzy he keeps emphasizing how he hasn’t felt that way in a really long time which I took to mean ‘never’ or not since like 60 years ago or something so that’s why I see him as demiromantic but again, that’s just my interpretation of it).

Also I don’t think that her tweets were even the reason the show writers decided to do this in the first place, I think it was mostly because of the fans who kept tweeting @ them and asking about the possibility of asexual Raphael. So unlike CC they actually went and did research on asexuality (like, they actually spoke to ppl from GLAAD) and even tho their ace rep didn’t come out perfect it’s still more and much better than what CC ever did. So I mean I totally understand ppl who are mad that Raphael isn’t aro because all this time I saw him as aroace too but it’s still not something I personally would really hold against the show writers because again, they didn’t really have any canon material to work with so idk

in my heart i know that helga hufflepuff would have accepted squibs into hogwarts and let them take academic classes like astronomy and magical history. and classes that don’t require wands like potions and broom flying. and even set up an apprenticeship program for them based out of hogsmeade or something, to learn to make wizarding tools and elixirs or nonmagical occupations still found in the wizarding world whether its cooking or making shoes or binding books, anything. 

helga hufflepuff said she would accept anyone into hogwarts and treat them just the same. she wasn’t about to turn any student away from her school, she certainly isn’t going to encourage squibs being exiled and erased from the magical community.

Things my english teacher has said in class

“This is not happy time! I want you all to feel like you are on the edge of death in my class.”

[About yearbooks] “They’re books of the dead. Dead memories.”

[About the DMV (its a long story)] “Call them, tell them hi. And tell them I hope to see them in hell.”

“I need to go to my happy place”

“Alright my people. My peeps.” 

“She fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down”

“It’s grammatically correct so just be alright with it.”

“You people are something else.”

“Are y’all playing that snake game again?” 

Student: “do you like to teach english?” 

“I did until a few minutes ago.”


Conclusion: My teacher is the embodiment of sass and I love it.  

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H A R I S S A  H I J A B [ co-created with faeriviera ]
      A Found Sisters Tale 
      based on the fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood 

Elaheh sometimes caught glimpses of it as she strolled down the path on the way to Granny Hyacinth’s, satchel of books slung over one shoulder and walking stick in hand. Big with streaks of black in its silver fur and such strange eyes. Black rimmed and agate grey, brimming with an intelligence that almost seemed human. It wasn’t until she felt a gentle nudge against her hip, the wolf looking up at her expectantly with the letter she thought she had lost between its teeth, that she realized she couldn’t just keep calling the wolf ‘it’.

“You need a real name,” she said aloud as she reached out a tentative hand to let the wolf sniff at it. “Something I can call you. Hmm, I’m going to guess that Remus and Romulus are out of the question?”

The wolf let out a sound halfway between a sneeze and a growl, butting its head against her hand impatiently.

“Ah, I know, I know, it’s awful,” she giggled, moving to scratch behind its ear, “Granny would never let me hear the end of it either. Let’s see, how about… Grey Eyes? That good enough for you, you big bad wolf?” she teased.

Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but she could have sworn that the wolf was smiling at her.

yara shahidi as little red riding hood | forrest goodluck as the wolf 

featuring nichelle nichols as the grandmother

Elaheh Kazemi is known for two things: the bright red hijab she wears every day and her boundless curiosity. She’s at the beginning of her apprenticeship as a scribe and illustrator, binding and delivering books for people all over the kingdom. One of her clients, a botanist affectionately known as Granny Hyacinth, lives on the other side of the forest and Elaheh spends much of her time traveling back and forth from Granny Hyacinth’s cottage. When she leaves the path in chase of another runaway letter, she suddenly finds herself face to face with a strange young man with grey eyes.

Jack Callingbull soon becomes a fixture during her trips to Granny Hyacinth’s, regaling her with historical tales and local folklore of the loup garou. But things become complicated when the two of them stumble across a fifty year old mystery concerning the disappearances of a huntsman and the loup garou accused of his murder.

onlyslightlysarcasticlibrarian said: ITS SO PERFECT! I LOVE PRITKIN’S POV!

GAAAAAAAHHHH I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN it’s so heartbreaking ow 

onlyslightlysarcasticlibrarian said: What I wouldn’t give for a whole book written in Pritkin’s POV. He is just perfect. This is making it so much harder to wait for August.

Ikr I would read the whole series from his perspective without a doubt. Sadly someone mentioned this possibility on FB and Karen said it’s not likely. She did say she might do more POV scenes tho and asked what else we’d like to see!! So naturally I snaked in there to mention the bodyswap lol

A list of cryptids me and @void–senpai encountered while out tonight:
- the Applebees sign was somewhat unlit so it just said “plebees”
- Ruby Tuesday had such a horrible kitchen disaster that they told us to leave when we walked in
- We’re pretty sure our cashier at Wendy’s was on some kind of drug because she placed fries on a tray and just stared at it for 5 minutes??
- A kid standing in the middle of the road just looking around? ??
- A woman with a SWEATER ON complained it was too hot (its 84 outside Karen of course you’re gonna be hot with a sweater) - A worker at a book store we went into decided to tell me that where she used to live (in the north) she would go outside in the snow with a bikini on
This was all in the span of two hours

صديقتي،
الثانية صباحًا، الجميع نائم.
مازلت أفكر بك، حديثنا، ضحكاتنا، و …..
أفكر

“I’ve been reading books of old
The legends and the myths
The testaments they told
The moon and its eclipse
And Superman unrolls
A suit before he lifts
But I’m not the kind of person that it fits

She said:
where do you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can miss

I want something just like this”

صديقتي،
هذا المقطع يشبهنا كثيرًا ..
أحلامنا بسيطة.

صديقتي،
تتابع الأيام لا يُنسي ما كان بالأمس القريب أوالبعيد
وتتابع المشاغل وإن أوقف حديثنا وأنا مُكرَهٌ لا يمنع أن يظل الانشغال بك في كل آن.


صديقتي،
الرسائل التي لم ترسل، لم تكتب.
والبوح أحيانًا حكمه الوجوب.

أحب حين أناديك صديقتي أحيانًا
رغم علمي وعلمك بأنّي .. أمم أحبك .. مثلًا.

الثانية صباحًا ..
الجميع نائم.
أنت نائمة.
أنتِ هنا، كعادتك.
نبتسم.
نضحك.
:) !!!

We have to be back in three hours,” Ronan said. “I just fed Chainsaw but she’ll need it again.” “This,” Gansey replied, “is precisely why I didn’t want to have a baby with you.
—  Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys