In calling me deceptive, Varner invoked one of the most odious stereotypes of transgender people, a stereotype that is often used as an excuse for violence and even murder. In proclaiming “Zeke is not the guy you think he is” and that “there is deception on levels y’all don’t understand,” Varner is saying that I’m not really a man and that simply living as my authentic self is a nefarious trick. In reality, by being Zeke the dude, I am being my most honest self — as is every other transgender person going about their daily lives.
Zeke Smith wrote a guest piece for the Hollywood Reporter about being outed as transgender on Survivor, and it is too good for one quote to do it justice. Read the whole thing here.
Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk The song Camisado contains several references to this novel.
Survivor - Chuck Palahniuk The song The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage is the first line of this novel.
Choke -Chuck Palahniuk Build God, Then We’ll Talk is a quote from this novel.
Diary-Chuck Palahniuk The quote ‘Just for the record, the weather today is…’ from the song London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines is a running theme/quote in the novel.
The Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
Fever Era, Panic’s aesthetic was quoted in Rolling Stone Magazine to have been inspired by the movie and novel.
Alice in Worderland - Lewis Carroll
Rolling Stones magazine states that Ryan re-read Alice in Wonderland while writing Pretty. Odd. It inspired the album artwork and the track Mad as Rabbits. Bredon also later stated that the line ‘And I never, never, ever do a thing about the weather for the weather never ever does a thing for me’ from the Alice in Wonderland’s film inspired the line ‘I know it’s sad that I never gave a damn about the weather, and it never gave a damn about me,’ from Do You Know What I’m Seeing?
A Season in Hell - Arthur Rimbaud
‘I don’t love women. Love has to be reinvented, we know that.’ - Rimbaud
‘We must reinvent love.’ - Mad As Rabbits ‘I wasn’t born to become a skeleton.’ - Rimbaud
‘I wasn’t born to be a skeleton’ - She’s a Handsome Woman
November again. It’s more winter than autumn…The trees are revealing their structures. There’s the catch of fire in the air. All the souls are out marauding. But there are roses, there are still roses. In the damp and the cold, on a bush that looks done, there’s a wide-open rose, still.
Readers fail writers just as often as writers fail readers. Readers fail when they allow themselves to believe the old mantra that fiction is the thing you relate to and writers the amenable people you seek out when you want to have your own version of the world confirmed and reinforced. That is certainly one of the the many things fiction can do, but it’s a conjurer’s trick within a far deeper magic. To become better readers and writers we have to ask of each other a little bit more.
She is at her desk deep in a book, half-opened books all over her desk, all over the floor and the bed. She likes to read, she reads all the time, and she prefers to be reading several things at once, she says it gives endless perspective and dimension.
I think of reading like a balanced diet; if your sentences are baggy, too baroque, cut back on fatty Foster Wallace, say, and pick up Kafka, as roughage. If your aesthetic has become so refined it is stopping you from placing a single black mark on white paper, stop worrying so much about what Nabakov would say; pick up Dostoevsky, patron saint of substance over style.
Karen Gillan whom was off-camera sat next to Matt Smith and read to him Amy Pond’s farewell letter. When the director called ‘Cut!’, Matt Smith broke down into tears and started crying.
Hello, old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think once we’re gone, ‘you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to sea and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two-thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived and save a whale in outer space. Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.
pairing: tom holland x reader, featuring harrison osterfield
word count: 2049
summary: tom’s travelling back home to london with harrison, and he just so happens to be on the same flight as you. sometimes, you find love when you’re least expecting it.
author’s note: bit of a sad filler chapter but i hope you like it! i think there’ll only be one more part to this story lol but i’ve got tons of requests to work on too! don’t forget to send me your thoughts xox
you woke up suddenly, without even realising you’d been sleeping again. the airplane cabin was still dark but the edges of the window covers were glowing, laced with daylight. all around you, people were stirring, stretching their arms and yawning wide. flight attendants were moving up and down the aisle with trays of bacon, eggs and juice cups, and two of them carted a steaming barrel of fresh coffee. turning to your side, you found tom.
he was resting his head on your shoulder this time, pinning you in place. you let out a tiny breath, trying to stay perfectly still so he wouldn’t wake but you were too nervous, accidentally shaking and bumping your arm against his leg. tom lurched up as if he’d been shocked.