writing as a means of survival


I watch this vid every now and again. I return to it because it makes me feel alive in a way most other horseshit doesn’t. And while the vid features the surviving members of Nirvana, that doesn’t mean much to me. The focus here is Kim Fucking Gordon. 

Whenever I try to sit down and write something, I feel there is no way to accomplish or say what I want to say with mere words. I rely on magic and hope for forgiveness from the audience. I’m pointing towards something. A strange brutal ceremony perhaps. Something like Kim Gordon just letting it all out in a hideous beautiful way that exceeds the sum of its obvious parts. I want to fuck the loss of our tedious frightened minds. I wanna get into it, like a wild animal sacrifice that’s the intricate flowering godhead. I want to turn our bullshit into something jarring and transcendent. A feast of death and rebirth and a life finally lived.

I used to have a serious obsession with John Coltrane. Before I’d joined the Army my best friend gave me a cassette tape with Giant Steps on one side and A Love Supreme on the other. I had an old tape player that had auto reverse, so it played the tape constantly in an endless loop for 3 months straight until one-day the tape finally broke. I needed that music like oxygen. There was something in it that saw me through a darkness. 

Several years later, a Best Buy opened up in town. They had all these great rereleased John Coltrane CDs. I bought a new one every week and listened to em like a monk studying holy texts. I drew pictures of Coltrane and ordered the only 3 books in print about his life. Eventually, I owned over 20 CD’s.

John Coltrane died of liver failure. He’d destroyed his liver when he’d been a heroin addict when he was younger. The album a Love Supreme is the record he made after he kicked heroin cold turkey. Some say the Coltrane died from exhaustion. He played from sun up till sun down every day and made 10 records alone in 1965. After making some of the greatest jazz music ever Coltrane got more and more avant-garde until most of his band quit. He started playing with young experimental guys and a lot of the music sounds like screaming and wave after wave of noise all colliding. Some people hate it, but I just couldn’t get enough.

When Coltrane died in ‘67 the young guys Coltrane had taken under his wing played the music at his funeral. They said one of the young guys took the horn out of his mouth and screamed while he played. I guess I can’t think of anything better to say to dearly departed friend than that. The unabashed tore open love of being fucking real.

anonymous asked:

i have this ridiculous mutant au where the milkoviches have powers. mandy has super strength and flexibility. mickey has enhanced senses and adaptability (meaning he can survive extreme weather conditions) and idk i love to think of them as vigilantes that no one can fuck with.

That’s not ridiculous at all!! It sounds really awesome and I think you should write it if you want too! Vigilante Milkoviches sounds very compelling.

Have you read The Laws of the World ???? Amazing superhero!AU. Def recommend you read it if you have the time!

anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU where your soulmark doesn't only symbolise your soulmate, but also how you'll realise that they are your soulmate. (because unlike the romace novels it isn't always "bond" at first sight, sometimes it takes YEARS to discover what was there all along). Now imagine Stiles so obsessed with his very-much everlasting state of virginity because of his bite mark on his chest and HELLO what else could that mean. (part 2 in the next ask)

Part 2: Or imagine derek trying everything to get rid of his mark, because the bullet shaped mark was the reason his young naive self approached the argents, and KATE, in the first place. And we all know how that went.

The water was cold as it splashed on his face – cold and refreshing – and his hands stayed pressed against his face for a long minute, his eyes closed and a tired sigh leaving him. Slowly, Derek dropped his hands from his face and grabbed the edges of the sink. He hesitated before finally lifting his gaze to the mirror in front of him.

His eyes, blank with a hint of sadness and bags heavy underneath them, found the bullet shaped mark slightly to the left of the center of his chest immediately.

Derek had been five when his mom had sat him down and told him about soulmates and soulmarks for the first time. And because of his soulmark, it had also been when he was told of hunters and how he needed to be careful. More careful than any of his siblings and any of his friends.

He had been five and hadn’t listened. He hadn’t listened when he was thirteen either, nor when he was sixteen and approached the woman he thought he was his soulmate.

It had been years – long and painful years – and he had yet to forgive himself for that. He doubted he ever would,and looking at his soulmark made him feel sick to his stomach.

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  • Brother: you can't write a gay apocalypse
  • Me: I can and will
  • Brother: no you can't, cuz humanity can only go on with heterosexual couples to keep making babies
  • Me: but consider what that means brother
  • Me: you're suggesting all available males and females pair up to propagate the species
  • Me: but also consider that this is a calculated loveless decision to ensure the survival of the species
  • Me: humanity becomes no better than any other animal
  • Me: humanity is essentially dead
  • Me: along comes a cosmic being
  • Me: that doesn't care for lesser life forms and kills any he deems barbaric
  • Me: and he sees just one couple, one same sex couple
  • Me: and he thinks hm
  • Me: all of these people just having sex to fulfill a biological imperative like damn heathens
  • Me: but then there's this one couple...who are together why?
  • Me: I see no reason for their coupling and yet they seem attached to one another, how bizarre, how curious
  • Me: and then instead of rightfully wiping us all out as a primitive species, he decides to study us
  • Me: bam
  • Me: gays save the world
  • Me: love wins bitch
  • Brother: that's the stupidest idea I've ever heard
  • Me: not as stupid as every apocalypse needing a sufficiently hot female and sufficiently macho man to get together to keep the species alive when we all know that their babies would end up having incestuous relationships and essentially dooming us all to genetic deficiency
Can Lesbian Identity Survive The Gender Revolution?
Maybe the future really can be female. That depends on how we define it.
By Shannon Keating

y’all…this article is seriously so fucking awful. it is basically saying lesbians are regressive and ~~~too exclusionary~~~~ yet again. YET AGAIN never attacking gay men or straight people for “””genital preferences”””…

perhaps the worst quote: “Some lesbians who don’t go full-out TERF are still all too eager to write off dating trans people because of “genital preferences,” which means they have incredibly reductive ideas about gender and bodies.”

did you know you’re an evil terf if you don’t like penis?

@terfmeanslesbian and so many more blogs i want to tag

25 Days of Christmas: Snow [Day Three]

In the twenty five days leading up to Christmas, Newt Scamander and the reader stumble their way into admitting their love.

Day Two

Apologies for the later posting but weekends mean work unfortunately. Also, just to let you all know that I won’t be tagging any new people after today, sorry!

Newt had enchanted several habitats in his case for different creatures that had different needs. He had gathered a rather magnificent collection of creatures on his travels and all of them were from different countries, meaning that they needed different conditions to survive and thrive. He had been through so many different types of weather and lived through every extreme that was possible and sometimes he forgot that not everyone had.

As a result of this, he was considerably surprised when he saw Y/N’s elation at the first fall of snow.

It was the beginning of December and it was quite unusual for snow to be falling already, but it had been uncommonly cold and Newt had a suspicion that the snow would not stick to the floor and create the perfect picture of a winter wonderland that many would be hoping for. However, that did not stop him from letting his friend pull him outside to get a closer look.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen snow.” She said wistfully, tossing her hair out of her eyes as it fell forward to cover her view of the whiteness before her. Newt didn’t watch the snow falling before them as he could see that simply by going down the stairs and into his case but he did not voice this and instead watched her.

“Did it not snow last year?” Newt asked. He had not been home for last year’s Christmas, a fact that had saddened him immensely when he realised that he would not be able to give Y/N the gifts he had gotten her: a souvenir from each country he had visited that reminded him of her. Looking back on it, however, it was probably for the best as he would not have been able to give it her without becoming a stuttering, blushing fool or maybe even admitting the intense love he felt for the woman who was supposed to only be a friend.

“It did but it’s not the same when you don’t have your best friend with you to abuse with snowballs.” A cheeky smile was on her face and Newt tilted his head back with his own grin as memories of snowball fights flashed through his mind back from their school days.

“Ah, yes, but if I remember rightly it was you that was getting abused.” He returned and she simply rolled her eyes and looked away from him.

“Your memory must be going then.” Was all she said in reply and Newt couldn’t stop the burst of laughter that escaped him. Y/N didn’t say anything but he could see the small smirk on her face and couldn’t resist the nudge he gave her. Though the push was slight, it didn’t stop her from landing in the direct path of the snow.

“Newt!” She screamed, although the laughter she was emitting could not be completely hidden. She quickly ran back to Newt’s side and rubbed her hands up and down her arms. “Merlin, it’s cold.”

“Y-You can have my jacket.” He offered and moved to pull it from his shoulders when she shook her head and instead stopped closer to him.

“No, then you’ll be cold. You’ll have to share your heat with me.” She said and wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands moving to touch his back underneath his jacket and setting his whole body aflame at her touch despite the coldness of her hands. Newt’s hands faltered in the air behind her for a second, unsure as to where exactly he should place his hands and he eventually settled for the safety of her back. His chin reflexively rested on the top of her head, Y/N’s soft hair acting as a cushion. “Sharing’s caring, after all.” She giggled and he didn’t bother to hide his smile.

“It’s a good job I care for you a great deal then.” He told her quietly, unsure if she would actually hear him or not but hoping that she would and that she would understand the deeper meaning behind what he said without him having to put it into words.

“You better, I don’t just freeze with anyone, Newton.” She said and Newt’s eyes closed, enjoying the content that he felt by having her in his arms and the happiness that she had unknowingly given him with her words. “Should we invite Tina, Queenie and Jacob so they can enjoy proper English snow?”

“Not just yet.” He told her and she didn’t say anything else. Newt couldn’t feel guilty for his selfishness to keep it just him and Y/N for a few more moments. He was too happy to have her so close to him and he didn’t want anything to ruin it as he feared it had been ruined only days ago after the mistletoe fiasco. He had wanted to confront you and admit all of his long kept feeling for you but your words of the kiss not meaning anything to you had broken his heart and leaven him without any feeling whatsoever. When he had finally gained movement, it had been to receive a sharp kick from an irate Queenie.

“You’ll never get the girl if you carry on like this, honey.” She had said.

With you in his arms and snow falling around you, he felt like maybe he hadn’t lost his chance with you after all

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anonymous asked:

I've seen, and played games where the characters dive under water and their weapons are still in order. Is this accurate? Are bow and arrows more functional wet?

No. In fact, historically, compound bows were frequently made with water soluble glues, meaning if you tossed it in water, the bow would come apart in thin strips. Some modern bows can (probably) survive the experience, but it’s still something you’re cautioned against doing. Off hand, I’m not sure what water would do to a sinew bowstring, but I’m fairly confidant the results wouldn’t be pretty.

I’m not sure, exactly, how a waterlogged modern bow handles. The advice is, usually, to dry the bow, or allow it to dry off naturally rather than continuing to use it. Then, with mechanical bows, re-oil it if necessary.

With most melee weapons, you don’t really want to get them wet, but it won’t do much damage to them. Depending on the grip, it may make them harder to hold. There are some edge cases, if you have a melee weapon that can absorb water, and become waterlogged, then that will affect its use. I’m thinking of an untreated wooden club, but there’s probably some other possibilities that haven’t come to mind.

Firearms are a little more complicated. Black powder does not burn when wet. Hence the idiom, “keep your powder dry.” A musket with wet powder is worthless. This is compounded by the fact that early firearms needed to have some means to access the powder (up into the 19th century), so dropping one in water would ruin the load, and make the gun inoperable.

Once dried out, black powder is good to go again. Usually you’d do this by spreading it out over a clean surface and allowing it to sun dry. Normally this should only take a couple hours. Waiting for a loaded charge to dry out could take a while. (I’m guessing a couple days, but it honestly could be longer.)

Modern firearms (using a sealed cartridge) will fire underwater. The ballistics are wonky. As, I recall, the bullet will lose almost all velocity within five or six feet (this applies to both pistols and rifles). In most cases, a modern firearm that’s just been submerged will be good to go as soon as it gets above the surface. There are probably a few rifles that don’t take well to water getting into their gas return system, but none come to mind.

In general, you don’t want to get your weapons wet, but if it happens, this isn’t the end of the world. Bows are an exception, though.


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maelstrom [ jimin ]

noun : a powerful whirlpool in the sea or river ; a situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil.

you don’t know if you want to hit him or kiss him.

pairing: park jimin x reader
genre: fluff
type: college au
word count: 2,101 words
warnings: none
author’s note: happy birthday to my other half #rat @dreamscript whom I love very much despite her swerving ass that goes from jimin to namjoon to inseong and maybe back to jimin someday if he’s lucky. you’re so rad and wonderful and gorgeous and memetastic, and you meme so much to me, and i’m so glad that I sent you a message a little over a year ago screaming over your writing. I heavily based this on your recent messages lmao and I apologize because I know nothing about naruto (but i think it means whirlpool in japanese, hence the title lol) but anyway ily neo phoenix congrats for surviving another year!! *cue congratulatory pterodactyl screeches*

You enjoy being a part of the UN Conference Club your college hosts very much. But do you enjoy the people in the club? Maybe not so much. First of all, how can some people be so dumb? And second of all… well, there does not really need to be a second of all because stupidity covers all of it.

During the three-day conference, there is a historical crisis committee for the Spanish American War where the main focus centered on how to avoid the war entirely in 1898. On the first day—which is the most formal day—the attorney general, Inseong, immediately requested $1.2 million dollars to fund biotech companies to end tuberculosis. In response, someone asked if he knew just how much $1.2 million dollars amounted to in 1898. He insisted that he knew and that it was only a small price.

It was equivalent to 7 billion dollars today.

And he had planned to fund that entire sum of money that into biotech companies, which were most likely nonexistent back then.

How did this kid even win Best Delegate? Granted, his face paled considerably when the 7 billion dollars were announced, and he revoked his statement, but still.

Thus, there was example number one of idiocy.

Example number two?

Park Jimin and his ridiculous antics.

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You’ve Got One Voicemail

Prompt: Imagine Spencer leaving you a message when he develops anthrax poisoning.

“Umm, hey, Y/N. I hoped I never would have to do this, but here it goes. If you’re getting this, it means things have turned for the worse. I’m leaving this for Garcia to send you only if it looks like I might not survive this. We’re looking for an unsub that is poisoning people with anthrax. I’ve had a vaccine, but if you get this it probably means that the vaccine didn’t work.

“I just wanted to call you to let you know, well, do you remember that night a few weeks ago when we were supposed to meet up for dinner, but I had a case? Instead of pressuring me to go out you showed up at my place with some take out and the Doctor Who box set and we just sat around and talked and watched tv. There was a point in the night when you had just fallen asleep leaning against me and I looked down and I realized that I loved you and I wanted to spend my life with you. I went out and got a ring the next day.

“I just wish I told you how much I loved you, Y/N. You’re amazing: you’re smart, beautiful, and all around perfect and for some reason you choose to be with me. I still don’t know why you do, but if I do get out of this I’m going to make sure to cherish you everyday and tell you in some way that I truly love you. If you do get this message, please don’t blame anybody but me for being reckless when I entered this house. I just wanted to make sure you know how much I love you. If you get this message, you should go into my top drawer at work and you’ll find a ring. Please take it and remember me, but still live your life. I just-I-I love you, Y/N. Alright, Garcia, I’m done.”

End of message.

Asking questions.

Cómo - how
se - neutral personal pronoun

We use se when we make an impersonal question or sentence. This means nobody really is doing the action.

For example:

  • ¿Cómo se hace? - How do you do it? It’s more like How is it done?

The verb is conjugated in present, in the 3nd singular person (él, ella) or the plural (ellos, ellas).

In Spanish we do these kind of questions a lot. Here are some examples:

  • ¿Cómo se escribe? - How do you write it?
  • ¿Cómo se dice? - How do you say it?
  • ¿Cómo se dice “window” en español? - How do you say “window” in Spanish?
  • ¿Cómo se pronuncia esta palabra? - How do you pronounce this word?
  • ¿Cómo se pronuncia tu nombre? - How do you pronounce your name?
  • ¿Cómo se marca/llama a Canadá? - How do you call to Canada?
  • ¿Cómo se pide un taxi? - How do you call for a taxi?
  • ¿Cómo se compra un boleto/billete para el metro/tren? - How do you buy a ticket for the metro/train?
  • ¿Cómo se llega al museo? - How do you go to the museum?
  • ¿Cómo se renta un carro/coche? -  How do you rent a car?
  • ¿Cómo se ponen los subtítulos? - How do you put subtitles?
  • ¿Cómo se cambia el idioma? - How do you change the language?
  • ¿Cómo se pide la comida? - How do you ask for the meal?
  • ¿Cómo se paga? - How do you pay?
  • ¿Cómo se usa esta impresora? - How do you use this printer?
  • ¿Cómo se comen las enchiladas?  - How do you eat enchiladas?
  • ¿Cómo se cuidan estas plantas? - How do you take care of these plants?
  • ¿Cómo se lava la ropa? - How do you wash clothes?
  • ¿Cómo se lava este tipo de ropa? - How do you wash this type of clothes?
  • ¿Cómo se prende/enciende el aire acondicionado? - How do you turn on the air conditioner?
  • ¿Cómo se apaga la televisión? - How do you turn off the TV?
  • ¿Cómo se cocina el espagueti? - How do you cook spaghetti? 

And so on.
You can practically make any question you want. (:

  • What she says: I'm not wearing any armor ;)
  • What she means: This sarashi and hakama is actually the strongest armor I have. It's the strongest defense in the series. When I say it provides no defense, I actually mean that it's the ultimate defense. It is completely impervious to all attacks, especially logical ones. Yes, with only flame-patterned pants, some crappy binding around by boobs, and a single hair tie, I become completely immune to any established rules or statistics, no matter how badly I may have been faring before or who my opponent is. I could survive nuclear annihilation in this outfit. I could march into your wedding ceremony in this right before the 'I do' and steal your man with zero problems. A meteor ain't shit. This is my guaranteed-victory outfit. Go ahead, fire Etherion at me, see if anything happens. The world is my bitch when I wear the nakama hakama.
Excerpt from a story that I will never write

Caution: Gore, brutality

He never knew that the human body could hold that much red. 

Red: splattering the walls in arcs, from cut arteries

Red: covering the familiar color of his skin

Red: draped over everything, like the silence that had overcome the room.

He had always thought the he’d look good in red. It was the opposite of the usual blue he wore; blue like the ocean, and red like fire. But not like this. 

Tentatively, he crosses the room to the table. Lance isn’t moving, but that doesn’t mean that he’s dead, right? You can survive a cut artery if it’s treated correctly, and come on, these are advanced aliens here. They have to know how to keep him alive right?

He stares down at Lance, at the shredded clothing stuck to his skin, at his arms, which are strapped down and almost covered by the sheer amount of IV’s covering them. His pants are still on thankfully, but they too are cut and pulled away, leaving only the bare minimum covered. Keith isn’t sure what to touch. He wants to stroke his face, whisper to him that he’ll be alright, but is he even breathing? 

Pidge stands on the other side of him, clutching the medical bag that they found in the hallway. Her hands shake, at first almost unnoticeably, but as she opens the bag, she can barely grasp the instrument. 

“He’s fine.” Keith asserts, his voice cracking. “He’ll be fine.”

Pidge sniffles and nods, and then raises what looks like a thermometer to his chest, above his heart. It’s silent for a moment, and then they hear it: the subtle ba-dump of a heart  beat, much too quiet and sparse to be normal. 

“He’s alive.” Pidge says, relief evident in her voice. “He’s weak, but his heart is beating.” His heart is barely beating, and Keith can’t do anything but watch.

Keith never thought that he could be so angry to see Lance in red. 

The ability to read and write is critical to do almost all of these things, but a suite of new skills is necessary in each case. This is why many libraries — including the Topeka and Shawnee County Public Library — now offer an expanding range of “digital literacy” services. As executive director Gina Milsap notes, the word “literacy” doesn’t mean what it once did: “The definition has expanded dramatically. It’s not just the ability to read and write now. (Digital literacy) is a new survival skill you need to succeed in life.”
—  Editorial: Teaching digital literacy at our library by The Capital-Journal Editorial Board

Anonymous asked:

Writing is my passion. It has been since I was eight years old. I write everyday and my friends say that I’m amazing. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else with my life, and, truthfully, I don’t want to. I’m nearing the end of my high school career, I’m going to go to college, and now my life is going to begin. But what if it doesn’t work out? What if I’m not as good as people say? What if it leaves me too poor to survive? You’re a writer, so you’ll know what it’s like. Tell me, is it worth it? 

The Reality of Writing as a Career

It really depends on what you mean when you say you want to be a “writer.” There are many careers in which a person is considered to be a writer: journalists are writers, people who write ad copy and business materials are writers, people who write movies and TV shows are writers, playwrights are writers… Although, I suspect what you actually meant is that you want to write novels, in which case:

The reality of writing novels is that few authors make enough money to support themselves, especially at the beginning. For that reason, being a novelist is not the type of career you begin after graduating from college. Instead, it’s more of a secondary career that develops in your spare time. In other words, you’ll need a day job.

The good news is that you don’t need a writing degree or writing-related career in order to write novels. Novelists have a variety of degrees (or none at all), and work in a variety of career fields. Some examples: Stephen King was a janitor, John Grisham was a plumbing contractor, Harper Lee was an airline reservationist, John Green was a hospital chaplain; Rainbow Rowell, Neil Gaiman, and Sophie Kinsella were journalists. So, pursue any degree and field you want to, writing-related or not. In the meantime, you can improve your writing skills by reading a lot of novels, reading books about writing, following writing blogs/vlogs/podcasts, writing stories, going to writing workshops, getting feedback from other writers, and learning about the publishing and self-publishing industries. Then, once you’re settled in your career, you can start working on your first novel and pursue publication. If you are lucky enough to be very successful, you may eventually reach a point where you can “quit your day job” and be an author full-time. :)

The WQA inbox is closed for a few days while I catch up on questions. If you have a question in the meantime, please see the master list or search the tags on the main site. :) <3 

Some rebelcaptain fic recs

As per my confession last night, yes, I am officially rebelcaptain trash.  This means, as well as writing a load of my own stuff, I have been having fun exploring the vast mine of glory that is AO3, where the rebelcaptain theme is a rich lode. 

So here are some recommendations, from among the many very fine stories I’ve read there recently:

I’ll start with the most painful ones;

And now what? by stainhermouthred is an incredibly angsty they-survived-but one-shot to really chew you up.

all the rest by tomorrowsrain is another they-survived-but piece and is also incredibly angsty and painful, a long short story that will break your heart (be warned, this includes mentions of torture and the aftermath of torture).

sometimes you don’t get it right by randomdreamer01 is a they-survived-but story with buckets of angst and a bare smidgen of tentative hope, plus a terrific appearance by a favourite A New Hope character.

Then I’ll follow you (into the dark) by guineapiggie is a canon-compliant one-shot, and a total weepie

Horizon bright with light by rosaxx50 is a Cassian’s pov one-shot, canon-compliant, which manages to make Jyn and Cassian’s fate even more upsetting

In another life by onceinabluemoon13; in her last moments, Jyn imagines what might have been.

If they had lived by Jaded does the same sort of thing (as you might guess frm the title) and is short but beautiful.  In a gonna-have-a-good-cry sort of way.

Trust in the Force by jenniferjun1per is another “what might have been” story, this one with a hint of a multiverse theme to it; it reminds me a bit of Nick Payne’s wonderful play “Constellations”…

Let it happen by Lafayette1777 is a single-kiss story, short and very bittersweet.

A deeper connection by AlexielMihawkENG is a little one-shot with Cassian accepting his feelings and knowing they’re on a suicide mission, and K-2 being sarky; it has some typos but it’s worth ignoring them for the great character stuff for both Cassian and K. 

Then, getting slightly less angst-y;

The quiet we hold by ithacas is a fairly long Cassian’s pov story of aftermath and recovery, and it’s beautiful and bittersweet and lump-in-the-throat-y.

A person can be a home by mollivanders is a very nice piece of fix-it with bittersweet overtones, as Jyn and Cassian work through their insecurities and gradually allow themselves to admit how deep their feelings are. Bonus points for lovely Bodhi.

Hope by jynscassian is a lovely silly one-shot AU, funny and fluffy and romantic; one of a series called RebelCaptain Drabbles.

Caught in the act by jeeno2 is another lovely one-shot, funny and sexy and with K-2 for bonus snark; part of a series called Rebelcaptain stories - some fluffy, some romantic, some humourous, some angsty…

Crackle by Irelando is a gorgeous piece of romantic sexy stuff, part of a short series called The Light which also contains a terrific K-2 pov story.

And finally (because sorry, this has turned out rather a long list):

Two terrific chapter fics, both as yet (as of 8 Feb) unfinished;

Floating, sinking by shuofthewind is a brilliantly-well-written and plotted fix-it that carries our heroes (all of them) from Rogue One on into the events of A New Hope; dramatic and gripping, with very good characterisations, an excellent alternative plot, and appearances by a whole bunch of canon favourites.

And the superb

Resistance is built on Hope by ChronicOlicity, which is quite simply the best historical AU I’ve ever come across.  It’s set in occupied France in 1940, and the period detail and dialogue are marvellous, as is the paralleling of the storylines.  K-2 as a sarcastic British SOE agent is simply wonderful.

superamatista  asked:

Recommend me works with well-written female characters written by women who are NOT sidelined or crapped over.

I’m not sure if you mean books or tv shows/movies, so I’ll respond with books, and write about tv shows/movies in another post later.

List of some books I’ve read and enjoyed that feature well-developed female characters. Most are written by women, but i included two written by men that I thought were worthy. (Note that some probably have triggering or problematic material in them, so if you have questions about that, I’ll try my best to remember and let you know).

Heidegger’s Glasses by Thaisa Frank - historical fiction about a Polish woman in Nazi Germany struggling to survive and to save the few people she can from the Holocaust

Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy - written in the 19th century about the ostracism a lower class English woman from the country faces; the book grapples with issues of rape and double standards in a way far ahead of its time

The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton - story of a woman from a rich family who, due to familial ruin, is of little means, and struggles to retain her place due to the lack of options afforded high society women in New York in the early 20th century

A Thousand Years of Good Prayers by Yiyun Li - collection of short stories by a Chinese American author about life in China; some stories focus on male characters and some on female - all the characters are fully realized and well-written

Queen Sugar by Natalie Baszile- a black female New Yorker grapples with racism when she abandons life in the city to farm sugar cane on the land her father left her in Louisiana

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn- probably one of the most compulsively readable books ive ever devoured, you can’t stop turning the page: a compelling, whip smart and pitch black thriller that also works as a cutting commentary on misogyny and marriage in contemporary american society

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen - a classic from one of the greatest satirists, focused on the domestics absurdities of the Victorian Era

The Color Purple by Alice Walker - Black lesbians and seminal womanism text - need I say more?

Sula - one of Toni Morrison’s most acclaimed works - focuses on the intense and complicated relationship between two black girls who grow up together

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic - graphic novel memoir by alison bechdel that delves into issues of queer identity and family

The Hours by Michael Cunningham - shifts between three interlocking narratives about three different women throughout history: a bi woman in the 1990′s grappling with a former lover dying of AIDS, a queer homemaker forced into a loveless heterosexual marriage in the 50s, and Virginia Woolf struggling with mental illness

The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith - source material for the movie Carol, a book about the forbidden love affair of two lesbians in 1950s America

Beloved by Toni Morrison - focuses on the trauma of slavery through the story of a free Black woman and her relationship with her daughters

Orlando by Virginia Woolf- rollicking gender bending odyssey of the titular character who lives from the era of Shakespeare through to the 20th century

The Awakening by Kate Chopin - focuses on a woman trapped by the confines of marriage in the late 19th century

Passing by Nella Larsen - focuses on the complex relationship between two light-skinned Black women who “pass” in different ways in early 20th century Harlem; lots of lesbian undertones

The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton - like most of Wharton’s work, again, about Victorian high society New York; although from the perspective of a man this time, the female characters are multifaceted and well-developed