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Found this inside my 1932 edition of A Farewell to Arms. Look at the mark it left in the book. It has probably been there since the early- to mid-1930s! All during WW2, it was there. During the space landing, it was there. It was there from Gandhi to Gorbachev to Gates. I’m leaving it there. It’ll be there beyond me, too. 

Throne of Glass family tree - as of Queen of Shadows

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The Handmaid’s Tale: marketing, then and now

Comparing the Hulu adaptation of The Handmaid’s Tale to the 1990 version is… weird, because the old one seems to have been made with a “haha, this could never happen; let’s play it like a fun adventure thriller and sell it as sexy as possible!” kind of attitude. I mean, the trailer has this bouncy narration that starts with “once upon a time…” and turns the dystopian element into more of a soap opera.

And just take a look at the promotional art:

(…I don’t think that was the message of the book, guys. Sure, Offred was longing for human touch, or pretty much any kind of human connection, but I think that the book was more about women being reduced to wombs with legs, not state-owned prostitutes… It was about the desperation of needing to give birth or face punishment. Everything about this dystopia was hyper-de-sexualized.)

Oh, and my favorite:

“A psychosexual movie shocker.” With what looks like half the cover of a cheesy romance novel, minus some buff shirtless guy.

(I also think it’s kind of funny that they say “once upon a time in the near future” sex became used for control and domination, as if rape and prostitution haven’t existed for centuries… but okay…)

I’ll admit I haven’t seen this version (or the Hulu one, for that matter), but I do appreciate that they cast a properly old and creepy man in the part of the Commander, and a properly aged woman for his Wife. The Hulu casting is a little youthful, if you ask me; the book characters felt very weathered, and I think it mentioned that they were supposed to be quite a bit older than Offred. Her “affair” with the Commander is supposed to feel very weird and unsettling, partially because he’s this old man who wants someone to play Scrabble with and dress up in sequins.

Anyway, then we had what I call the “holy shit these dystopias are too real” phase, culminating with the new Hulu adaptation of this particular dystopia, which is waaaay too relevant to today’s issues.

See? This is how you depict the feeling of objectification. Not with a topless woman bathed in flattering lighting – by objectifying a woman yourself, you’re not sending a message so much as continuing the trend. Especially when you sell your film as some kind of sexy romance. “Branded, sold, controlled: she belongs to The State” doesn’t quite cut it; this very simple, very clear message does. Offred is no longer human, she doesn’t have a face; she is just an object. Objectified.

(This also has some fantastic layering because it recalls the messages that you might find scrawled across the bathroom mirror meant to demean other girls; part of Gilead’s system involves pitting women against each other: Wives against Handmaids, Handmaids against Aunts, even Handmaids against each other out of jealousy and in the Red Center with their slut-shaming. To stay in power, the men at the top make sure that the women below them are too occupied with resenting each other that they forget to look up at who the real enemy is.)

*holy FUCK*

Now THAT is how you market a dystopia. This story is not some scandalous fantasy set in the near-but-distant future; it’s a warning, of what might be lurking just around the corner. The Handmaid’s Tale is an incredibly frightening book to read today, because of the things that are being allowed to happen in our society. It shows what happens when we let sexism flourish, when ecological and political crises make us paranoid enough about national security that we let the people in power take away our rights. It is a fucking nightmare.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not to blame you for the fact that you didn’t know how to love me. Maybe it wasn’t your fault that you’d pushed yourself onto me the way that you did. But then maybe it was.
—  🖤
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MYTH LOKI-PSA!!! ( written with one hand at 5:30 in the morning)

Loki ( or rather Loke/Loptr/Hveðrungr) as in the original Norse god, was many things you might not know. Here are a few of them:

-gender fluid
-pansexual
-a mother
-intersex

These things are not tumblr inventions, or Marvel inventions (both is fine on it,s own and I am a huge marvel fan, and I love tumblr etc). Marvel doesn’t acknowledge most of these points. This is the original mythology/Edda Loki.

Gender fluid:
He loved to transform and transcend between genders. He also practiced magic, which was seen as ergi/womanly ( Ergi might loosely translate as “gay”, in the sense of being “unmanly -__- . though Odin did the same and used magic, he wasn’t seen as ergi ). There are different accounts of him walking around as a woman for pure fun, enjoying male attention etc. - transformation was very much his "thing”!

Pansexual:
Loki had a lot of sex, with any kind of living being ( and trees, and rocks 👌🏻). He didn’t care if it was man, woman or in between or neither. He was known to be sexually hungry, adventurous and daring. He had several affairs, casual sex and two devoted wives, over the cause of his life.

A mother:
Loki fathers children, but he also gave birth to officially one, but potentially more. In different versions of the myths, he might have given birth to a few of his monster children ( he is known as the “mother of monsters”).
They are most commonly told to be his giant wives children, but there are very old untranslated poems and stories where he is giving birth to a few of them. While that is debatable, he did birth Sleipnir the horse.
While people try to say Loki was raped by the stallion, the original Prosa Edda and early poems actually never say he didn’t enjoy being a female horse or the interaction with the stallion. It’s said that him sand the stallion had “such dealings” that he fell pregnant. That’s open to interpretation in my opinion. He wasn’t “raped by a horse”, he was a female horse himself at that point. If you see Loki as a cis male, it might feel odd to think he might not dislike what happens with the stallion. But if you know Loki was gender fluid and sexually very adventures, it’s suddenly a lot less weird or unimaginable. He might not have planned for that encounter, because he only wanted to distract the horse, but there is no real statement that he totally hated everything that happened. I mean, being in a mare-mindset and all? BUT it’s all up to personal opinion, and it’s fine to believe one thing or the other.

Intersex:
Loki as a giant ( or half giant) was most likely intersex.
The Jotnar of Jotunheimr were giants known to have both male and female genitalia, according to many versions of north mythology ( not just the Edda, but other myths and retellings too). They birthed an sired children alike, so when speaking of Lokis mother or father, it doesn’t mean them being male or female, rather if they had given birth to him or not.
There are different giants in the Edda with strikter gender presentation. But when it comes to the Jotuns/Jotnar of Jotunheimr, they were intersexual beings.
There are different versions of Lokis origin ( we ignore marvels silly attempt to make him Odins adopted son. They were blood brothers!), in some he is presented as a half-Jotun, in other just as a normal giant.
But half or full-giant, he was most likely just as intersexual as the other giants in the myths. Most likely!


These are some points people might not know about him. I researched a lot over the years, even talked to a danish Loki-expert who works with Viking museums in Denmark and Sweden. If you never heard of these things about him, please don’t just disregard these details about Loki and his rich history. It’s what MAKES him Loki.


Loki is a character that’s very often debated in depth, to the point where some people even debate if he was truly a Norse god, or if he was later written into the Edda by Christian translators to create a negative character like the devil/Lucifer. Or if he was real, but twisted to appear in a more negative light. ( I chose to believe he was an original character in the myths/religion of the Vikings, not a Christian invention )
But no matter what or who Loki was ( or is), he sure wasn’t a typical god. And I love that!
Got more cool Loki-facts? Please share!!!!!
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P.S.
Excuse typos, or that I didn’t post sources. This was a passion-post. Sourcing all the research I did for over 6 years, back before 2011, mostly offline , with experts/professors, as well as online, would mean I have to find really old links, scan books and articles I don’t have near me and call back people. HOWEVER, all this is 100% based on actual sources and not on tumblr or fan-canons or Marvel. I’d like to actually turn this into an article/master post or at best a video with sources and maybe even experts writing stuff for it. If anyone is interested in making this a group project - I have opened a Facebook research group for it! please join!   Facebook. com/ groups/ 255763984909514/

P.P.S.
Please feel free to add to this, or correct anything you feel was left out or presented incorrectly (if you DO please SOURCE your claims!). I mean no offence to anyone with this post, it was written out of love for the subject. I don’t mean to offend anyone believing otherwise, or like whatever religion etc. But this is my religion too, and I identify strongly with Loki because of all these facts that make him so appealing to.
Also just to note, I am aware that Loki isn’t like “a cinnamon roll” or “a cute bae” that needs saving, etc. I don’t try to make him look good or use him for my personal agenda. This is my personal inclusion from years of research. I want to source all my claims, but for that I need time. again, if you have sources for other cool facts, or for the things I’ve stated, please share share share!

I love the little moments when the truth breaks out of your shell and shows me that you’re thinking about me too. I’m not someone who just slipped out of your thoughts in the span of a few seconds. You’re struggling to let me go too.
—  🖤

I just said “Mary Frances Among the Kink Fairies” while complaining about kink fics that talk about how to do SSC every damn scene and now I will never be able to unthink that. Great. Wow.

roanieru  asked:

For the 1k one shot giveaway here's a prompt-ish : oblivious!Stiles with Derek trying so hard to ask Stiles out but Stiles just has no idea ❤️❤️❤️❤️congrats on the 1k!!!!!

This was so much fun to write because this was basically how my girlfriend and I got together because I’m a total dork (she and I do have two anniversaries)


the amazing spiderman 2 is on in an hour

The text comes at the best time because Stiles is bored out of his mind and ready to take up knitting at the community center with the elderly if it meant finally getting some social interaction.

Be there in 10

He has no shame in replying instantly to Derek as he scrambles to grab his hightops and his hoodie from the back of the door. Sure, Stiles understood that his friends were busy this summer. They all had jobs and pack training usually wore them out, not to mention just about everyone was paired off and was more likely to hang out with their significant other than Stiles. He wasn’t bitter, it was just how it was. But that’s okay, ‘cause he had Derek.

it takes 15 to get here when you obey the speed limit

Is that the sound of Derek worrying

you’re impossible

Impossible to resist

Stiles hops into the Jeep and dutifully follows all the traffic laws and makes it to Derek’s in just under twenty minutes.

“Honey I’m hoooooome,” Stiles calls obnoxiously into the Hale House, chuckling when he hears Derek’s sigh from the kitchen. He drops his stuff by the door and enters the room that smells like freshly popped popcorn and that jalapeño powder that Stiles liked on his.

“You know the movie doesn’t start for another forty minutes, right?” Derek asks as he brings the popcorn bowls into the living room with Stiles tailing behind him with the drinks he snags from the fridge.

“And? Despite your belief, I do not just use you for your amazing flat screen TV.” Derek snorts and sits down and Stiles follows him down at the other end, tossing his feet up and onto Derek’s thigh. Derek has long since given into it and simply lifts the popcorn a safe distance while Stiles gets comfortable and then settles himself.

“Find anything new about the sidhe?” Derek prompts, tossing a kernel in his mouth.

“Yeah, actually. I found a blog that is run by an emissary that Deaton’s heard of and he had a lot to say,” The conversation continues with Derek asking clarifying questions and Stiles regurgitating all the information he’s found on whatever creature caught his fancy this week. The supernatural were much more fun to research while you weren’t in imminent parel. The movie starts and the conversation doesn’t completely die, just have odd little pauses when Stiles gets distracted by whatever is on screen.

“Dude, why is it so cold?” Stiles asks in the middle of defining the differences between faery and fairy (BIG difference, by the way).

“Oh, a bird flew into the house and broke a window and the heater has never really worked,” Derek shrugs, tilting his chin to the end of the hall where there is indeed a window covered in cardboard.

“Well, not all of us are supernatural heaters,” Stiles snipes, rubbing his upper arm and hoping the goosebumps die down soon. Derek lets out an exasperated sigh and holds out an arm. “What am I supposed to do with that? Chop it off and cuddle it?”

“Or you could come here where it is still attached,” Derek’s eyes close and when they reopen they’re fixed on the ceiling. Well, in retrospect, Stiles was being a little dull.

“Oh, yeah, that works too.” Stiles makes quick work of getting right up next to Derek and settling in the groove between his shoulder and chest. It’s a very nice spot to be and he’s in the perfect spot to demand Derek feed him popcorn - win win. It’s maybe half an hour later that Isaac stumbles in.

“Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to crash your date,” just as soon as he had entered, the blond was gone. Stiles stares after him and then turns to look at Derek.

“What?”

“You might want to use your words, Stiles.” Derek says with a bemused smile. Stiles would laugh but he’s too focused on what Isaac said.

“Isaac called this a date, we aren’t dating.”

“Yes, that’s true. But I’ve been trying to ask you out for so long, Isaac got tired of calling it kinda-not-really-dates and just calls them dates now to save himself the breath.” Derek brings a hand up to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. Stiles makes a strange noise and tries to lift out of his spot and ends up using Derek’s chest for leverage.

“What do you mean?” His voice has upped by at least two octaves and he can see the werewolf wince.

“It’s fine, Isaac, it had to happen at some point,” Derek says in a normal voice, obviously communicating with the beta from where he’s probably in his room. “Stiles, what do we usually do together?” The question seems odd and Stiles nearly demands a straight answer but his brain is still kinda stuck so he goes with the flow.

“Uh, we go try the new food places around town and watch movies and you took me to that really cool old book store and we walk in the park and oh my god you’ve been taking me on dates, you asshole.” Derek winces and that snaps Stiles out of his stupor, “No no no, that’s not a bad thing except that you didn’t say they were dates, you complete dork!”

“I did, Stiles. I phrased it quite explicitly the first few times. After that I kinda gave up and thought you’d figure it out eventually.” He shrugs, dropping his hand from his face with a rueful smile.

“Derek, it’s been months!”

“Happy six months, Stiles.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“No, I think we’ve thoroughly proven who the idiot is here.”

“Oh my god, just kiss me already.” And kiss him he does. Soft and sweet and just a little awkward with the way they’re both smiling. But that didn’t matter, he was dating Derek Hale and that meant he got to kiss him whenever the hecky dizzle he wanted.

“Wait, Der, does this mean we have two anniversaries? ‘Cause it started on a different day for me.”

“Shut up, Stiles.”

I just don’t want to live with regret. I know I’ll make mistakes. That’s life. But I don’t want to die wishing I’d done things differently. I don’t want to waste my time on could-have-beens.
—  Journal Entry; Fall 2013

there are some respects (especially as regards worldbuilding) in which LOTR is a lot more nuanced and detailed than many later users of the genre conventions it helped popularize and so there’s some stuff that Tolkienesque fantasy gets criticised for that Tolkien himself doesn’t actually tend to do

there’s obviously plenty to criticise in LOTR itself, but it’s not always what seems obvious based on later examples of the genre, and it’s fascinating to see how those tropes have mutated

Since I’m away from home and my dear drawing tablet, for now, have another mommy Teruhashi spending time with her little angels

  • McGonagall: Four first years out of bed in one night, this is utterly unacceptable!
  • Dumbledore: One must wonder how two students managed to sneak up to the Astronomy Tower in the first place.
  • McGonagall: That is beside the point, Albus. I’ve deducted nearly 200 house points, but they still have detention to complete.
  • Sprout: I don’t know, that seems like a harsh enough punishm–
  • McGonagall: I think I’ll have them aid Hagrid in searching for that dead unicorn.
  • Dumbledore: How fitting!
  • Flitwick: What?! Are you sure that’s wise?
  • McGonagall: It's only the Forbidden Forest, Filius, calm down. There's nothing quite like a dangerous overnight mission with limited adult supervision to bring out the best in our students.
  • Sprout: The Forest is FORBIDDEN, Minerva. Perhaps have them scrub the owlery?
  • McGonagall: What? No. They’re going into the Forest.
  • Flitwick: ... To find a dead unicorn.
  • McGonagall: Yes. Oh, stop giving me that look, Pomona. It will be a great teamwork building exercise. What could possibly go wrong

Reylo Fandom Sometimes: “Kylo then uttered to Rey the most beautiful, sweetest, and romantically eloquent soliloquy there could ever be laced with fifteen confessions and pet nicknames ~~~~~”

Me: “…and then Kylo’s like, ‘Join me cause you’re super cool and powerful and fight good and the Force needs you.’ but then he murmurs ‘also I need you.’ but Rey doesn’t hear it and Hux yells that he’s a loser from across the Finalizer but Kylo has no retort to that so he just cryptically says ‘we all lose one day, General.’ and then he goes to hide in his Vader room for three hours thinking of better comebacks and how cool it would be if Rey saw Darth Vader’s mask, like seriously he thinks she would totally love it ? right ? this is his most prized possession wouldn’t Rey think this is so cool, he thinks ? but then he grapples with that for three more hours because what if she doesn’t think its cool and of course she wouldn’t think it’s cool and so he berates himself for three more hours over that. Then he just lays down and proceeds to sigh and grumble about how shitty of a teacher Luke Skywalker is and that by now Rey could probably be fabricating force tornadoes if she wanted, yeah that’s right Force Tornado™  it’s real and that’s not included in the tuition at Skywalker sulk island. “

Don’t have a whole lot of time for clean sketches, but I may come back to this idea someday. These sketches were actually inspired by a dream I had a few nights ago. Which seems kind of weird to me, since I’m not really a fan of Ruby Gloom. Still, the idea was too cute for me to ignore, so I decided to finally work on some sketches.

At least from what I remember from the dream, it kind of played out like a TV episode. Skullboy finds a really old book in the library that has a peculiar-looking family tree on it. He sees what looks like his name, and another that looks like Jack’s name. This prompts him to make a trip to Halloween Town. After all, who wouldn’t want to find out whether or not they came from a long line of royalty, or at least related to one? The only trouble is both names are too smudged out to confirm for sure. I don’t remember too much after that, but I think the rest of the episode was them looking through Halloween Town’s catacomb/labyrinth-like city archives to find out both who the family tree belongs to, and if they’re actually a part of it.

Don’t know for sure if I’ll come back to this or do much with it, but I may decide to make a few more sketches someday. Who knows? :U

vimeo

I made a thing.


(ETA: Haaa I just realized I said “velvet” when I meant “suede”.)