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older!Corvo and older!Daud meeting someplace out-of-the-way for a smoke for @yellowcandy

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by reddit user cyfarwyddyd

I grew up in a small town, the kind where there were no strangers and no secrets.

I don’t think I realized then that I had never felt true fear; nothing exciting happened when your town’s population was barely breaking four-digits. The whole place was centered along a mile long strip of road, which housed all of our convenience stores and a few restaurants.

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anonymous asked:

But you don't know Benedict.

Ah, now this is a topic I’ve been lucky enough to discuss with some dear mutuals over the years, so let me see if I can do an answer justice.

Of course, we can never know the man, not truly; that is only for the very lucky few that are a part of his life, his world.  But there is so much we can deduce of him, based upon his work, his words, his public deeds and behavior.  

If you look at his work alone, you see incredible natural talent that he has refined through dedication & physical and mental discipline; you see a love of the written & spoken word; and most especially you see a keen & compassionate understanding of the human condition–for how else could he bring such breathtaking truth to all of his characters?  Even the wicked ones, like Khan & Richard III–he makes us feel that even they have reasons for the things they do, often rooted in emotional/psychological pain.  Though the evil they do is no less evil, we can sympathize to some degree, with what brought them to that place.  In my lifetime I have seen no player more truly & more lovingly—in Shakespeare’s words—hold the mirror up to nature.

In interviews & public appearances, you find a humble, self-effacing man, a bright wit, & sense of humor generous enough to make himself as likely a target of jesting as anyone or anything else.  He values home, hearth, family, the environment, although he could easily give over to hedonism on his bank account. How many times do we see him wearing the same clothes, carrying that same blue water bottle on set, even brown bagging his lunches at times?Choices, I’m sure, that reflect his commitment to simplicity and to reduce his carbon footprint. Benedict’s charitable works have been well-recorded on this site, so I’m not going to research it, but when I run across a post about it, I’ll be sure to reblog for info’s sake.

I won’t speak at length about his personal relationships, except to say that’s a man who loves his wife thoroughly. It would frankly break my heart to learn he had the same feet of clay of so many other public figures & celebrities in this regard—what I see tells me he and Sophie have the real thing. And that he guards his little family’s privacy so jealously is further testament to that.

In short, (though this runs long) I trust my eyes & ears, and they tell me to trust in the public image that is clearly on view.  I see a man who gives as much positive energy to the world as he can, and embraces life with complete joie de vivre.  And as I believe in the human soul, I see a most spectacular one that shines luminously, not only enhancing his unique physical beauty, but reminding me that true good is possible in a world that is often quite selfish & mean.

I could probably go on with dozens of more examples, but let me just finish with one of my favorite photos of him, which for me reflects (I hope) a bit of what I’ve written here.

Thank you for your ask–it was a delight to answer! ❤❤❤

So I’ve watched fantastic beasts three times now and I finally know why it felt like such a breath of fresh air to me.

I realised, I’ve become so tired of the grumpy, world-weary, bitter anti-hero type!

I needed someone like Newt as a hero and characters like Jacob, Queenie and Tina as his companions. Because, flawed and imperfect as they may be, these people all still beliefe that there is some good in the world and they all want to make it a better place in their own special way. And none of them are even once unkind towards anyone.

* Newt loves his creatures above all else, but despise obviously haveing problems with interacting with people and being told by them that he annoys them, he isn’t hostile or agressive towards anyone. Not even once.

* Porpentina clearly values her possition at the MACUSA and is even called a career woman by her sister, yet she gladly endangered that career when it came to helping a lonely abused boy.

* Queenie can be a little invasive when it comes to using Legilimency, but the knowledge she gains from reading peoples minds would usually grand her enormous material for blackmail. Yet she only seems to use them to push people in the right direction.

* And lastly, there is Jacob, who is a war veteran and works a thanksless monotonous job in a factory, but has the dream of opening a bakery. Not to make lots of money, but to make people happy. They all managed to stay gentle and kind in a harsh and unkind world.

I didn’t even know how much I needed these characters until I met them!

you, foolish and naive: why are you dressing up to go hiking?
me, world weary and wise beyond my years: bigfoot is gay and i crave her affection

young me, awed: who are you??
current me, with my sexy butch haircut, world-weary in a leather jacket and smoking two joints at once: i’m you but lesbian 

ok but can someone please explain to me why tom felton would be a fuCKING PERFECT REMUS LUPIN???? LOOK AT THE STUBBLE. THE ADORABLY MESSY HAIR. THE SOFT EYES AND SMILE THAT ARE ALL AT ONCE HOPEFUL AND WORLD WEARY. THE FUCKING SWEATER WITH THE BUTTON UP WITH THE TOP BUTTON UNDONE. ADULT TOM FELTON IS LITERALLY REMUS LUPIN AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

So you know how fandom has a number of recurring types of AUs, a lot of them based off a particularly cool or intriguing bit of worldbuilding in a different canon that everybody wants to import into their canon, like daemon AUs or Sentinel AUs …

You know what I would love to see? Not that it would ever catch on, because the fandom this comes from just isn’t big enough, but … Dresden Files soulgaze AUs.

In the Dresden Files books, wizards have a particular ability where, the first time they make full eye contact with someone, they see the person as they really are (and vice versa). For example, when the main character soulgazes his friend Murphy, he sees her as a broken and battered avenging angel, as opposed to her slightly world-weary cop exterior.

Can’t you see the fandom possibilities? :D I can think of a lot of fandoms where you could do really fun things with that, especially with characters who don’t like to let their true selves show. I guess it could be implemented in any number of ways – a particular kind of soulbond AU where, when you meet your soulmate, you see the “real them”, which no one else sees; or a world where everyone has that ability when they first meet someone; or, for superpowered canons, a particular character who has that as their superpower.

I just think it should be a thing. :D

I THINK WE ALL KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO DO: Please. Please Earth Mother. PLEASE Sky Father. Let the other boys, or at the very least Niall show up to celebrate Harry’s birthday. This I summon. For the sake of so weary a world starved for something as good and pure as one direction. I summon it. I summon goodness, friendship, love, and Harry Styles.

Originally posted by yearoftheratphotography

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TIRED OF THE GREEKS? HERE, HAVE: MODERN!ISHTAR

If thou openest not the gate to let me enter,
I will break the door, I will wrench the lock,
I will smash the door-posts, I will force the doors.
I will bring up the dead to eat the living.
And the dead will outnumber the living.

She is the red lipped gun toting madame of a brothel. Battle-weary and world-worn, Ishtar looks for her lost glory days in the bottom of a glass, in the arms of her many lovers, and at the end of a smoking gun. Her tongue is as sharp as any sword and as biting as any bullet. Any given day you’ll find her stepping out in the middle of the road at rush hour just for fun. She takes small comforts in her many cats, her garden and gambling with the poor unfortunate that are stupid enough to bet against her.

Albeit diminished, her altar never disappeared. That’s the thing of it: War and sex never go out of style.

Ida Lupino in Road House  (Jean Negulesco, 1948)

“Of all the actresses associated with film noir, Ida Lupino (1918-1995) seems the most complex. Ms. Lupino could be as sultry and sassy as Lauren Bacall while projecting an aching vulnerability. As world-weary as Gloria Grahame, she never came across as fragile, particularly in her subsequent work as a director…. “Road House” may be Ms. Lupino’s defining vehicle.” - J. Hoberman, New York Times  

see full article in the NYTimes here

White feminists like to pretend that they get it. They get it because they’ve been there. They’ve experienced sexism. They’ve experienced misogyny. They’ve been passed over for promotions, whistled at on the street, and had to listen to boring dudes at parties who require approximately ten years of your time in order to explain how fascinating they actually are. These white women have been down in the feminist trenches for years, and like your world-weary Grandpa, they’ve seen it all. They understand the oppression of all women, ok?

Except not. Intersecting forces of oppression mean that women who are queer, racialized, disabled or trans will experience misogyny in very different (and frequently more deadly) ways than white women do. Saying that just because you’re a woman you totally understand all different ways that women are marginalized is not only wildly inaccurate, it’s also just plain ignorant. Just because you don’t have male privilege doesn’t mean you aren’t the proud owner of a whole host of other types of privilege. And whether you like it or not, those various forms of privilege influence how people treat you.

White women don’t own womanhood, and they don’t get to explain it to women of color. End of story.

Due South

So I am whiling away this awful heatwave by sitting in front of the cooler and hooking myself up to YouTube - including watching for the first time ever Due South.

Having watched the pilot and a couple of episodes, here’s what I know so far:

1. Ray Vecchio is the most sarcastic, cynical cinnamon roll to ever cinnamon roll. He comes across as this world-weary, sleazy, cynical son-of-a-bitch, but all Fraser has to do is look mildly unhappy and suddenly Ray is risking life, limb and property to make everything right in the world.

2. OK I am still figuring out Benton Fraser - like is he running the world’s longest con and it’s going to turn out he’s not even a mountie? There’s a darkness there - but he is this very interesting depiction of old-world masculinity that is very carefully crafted to be as non-threatening as possible.

3. This show goes from cutesy funny ha ha look at the naive Canadian guy to SHIT JUST GOT REAL on the turn of a dime.  In the pilot Ray’s in the fucking hospital, nearly killed by a bomb blast, Fraser must confront his dead father’s secret corruption and the lifelong friend WHO HAD HIM MURDERED, and in an episode whimsically titled “Diefenbaker’s Day Off” a father has to fling his 8 year-old daughter safely into Fraser’s arms while being run down by an evil insurance scheming organised crime involved doctor.

There will be fog, it will rise and hide the world from your weary eyes, it will float up silently between you and the light. Remember that it cannot block it, remember that it can only diffuse the shine and bathe you in a soft glow. It can smooth out the shadows and stop the squinting. Fear not the fog, nor its rising, let it come, and when it does, celebrate it.

you know all those fucking magical soulmate aus where there’s a mark on your body (usually your wrist) that clues you into your soulmate? whether it’s their first word or their name or their hair color or whatever. ANY of those AUs, take your pick.

just imagine. IMAGINE. imagine it with micheoff. imagine the first TWELVE YEARS of geoff’s life. everyone around him being BORN with their marks, or getting their mark so early in their lives that they can’t even remember a time without it.

geoff bonding in fourth or fifth grade with other kids who don’t have a mark yet. and then slowly… they each get theirs. and geoff tries to be excited for them. but the older they get, the meaner kids are about him not having a soul mate mark. by the time he’s in sixth grade, the party line on geoff is that he’s so goddamn unlovable that a soulmate for him doesn’t exist and never will. 

and geoff just being sad and world-weary at ELEVEN because this stupid magical soul mate system has fucking fucked him over and all he wants is to be a kid and not worry about who he’s going to love when he’s an adult but it’s the topic of conversation for everyone around him and goddamn it he just doesn’t wanna be a freak anymore.

and then during the summer after he turns twelve, he wakes up one morning WITH A MARK. and he’s so relieved and so happy and he doesn’t even think about the fact that the mark indicates that there’s another person out there with his mark–he’s just so relieved that he’s not an outcast and finally he’s going to stride into the first day of the seventh grade and show off his mark and prove to everybody that he’s not unlovable and he’s just like everybody else. 

and then when he shows up on the first day and rolls up his sleeve to show everybody his brand new mark, the first thing out of their mouths is “HAH geoff’s soul mate is a BABY” and geoff is internally screaming just like “holy shit they’re right, fuck, my soul mate is like a month old, what the fuck kind of fucking system is this, god i cannot goddamn win” 

geoff in high school realizing that he’s not legally or morally gonna be able to fuck his soul mate–even if he meets them–until he’s GODDAMN THIRTY YEARS OLD. 

and so fifteen year old geoff is like “you know what? fuck it. fuck the soul mate system. my soul mate has been fucking me over my whole life and i hope i never even meet them” 

and as soon as he’s old enough, he starts getting tattooed because he doesn’t even want to acknowledge the mark system, fuck this stupid thing that defines him, fuck this stupid mark that’s been messing up his life, he’d rather be covered in ink than even acknowledge the stupid thing. and his whole worldview and view of love is colored by this fucking mark and how it has fucked him over as a kid and how arbitrary and stupid it is. 

and while his peers are going on these epic journies to find their soul mates, he just goes where he wants and doesn’t pay attention to the mark and does what he wants and sneers at the fucking wedding announcements and facebook posts about finding true love–and it’s a HUGE part of society since the vast majority of people have marks, it’s just built into what you do–so the older he gets, the weirder it is that he doesn’t have a soul mate and he’s not looking for one, and he just keeps cutting all ties and moving every year, he’s so mad, he’s furious about this whole unfair stupid system. 

and then when he’s in his late thirties, some kid shows up on his doorstep with suitcases, scowling at him when he opens the door, like “YOU ARE THE MOST ENORMOUS FUCKING ASSHOLE ON EARTH, YOU TATTOOED HIPSTER PIECE OF SHIT” and geoff just like “sorry, do i know you?” and michael (because of course it’s michael) frowning and rolling up his sleeve and shoving his mark in geoff’s face like “YEAH I’M YOUR SOULMATE YOU FUCKING DEADBEAT, DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW HARD YOU MADE IT TO FIND YOU?”

the series of unfortunate events show should make up to us for the harry potter epilogue by showing us a final scene where violet and her wife isadora quagmire are having dinner at sunny’s restaurant with kit snicket who’s working with her brother on a book of vfd history and klaus who’s talking about his doctoral research on the history of vfd and they’re all a little world weary but they’re all grateful to find sanctuary in their chosen family