My voice doesn’t do very well with laptop speakers. You mix a London accent, a general lack of enunciation, and a fairly low register, filter it through really low-quality inbuilt mics, and you get a lot ‘what?’
(Source: marlasomething, via tumblrofthrones)
I’m trying to record some stuff for this presentation on Friday - so I can jam all the info into my head - but there are people.
I don’t care that they’re family. Fuck off. Can people not be within ten miles of me when I’m doing this?
Maybe it says a lot about me that I’m not comfortable speaking out loud like this even around my own family. I don’t know why.
Yes. It’s stupid. No, it doesn’t make sense.
hanlonrose asked: "check your privilege!" "check the point of this post!" reminds me of the people who got all up in arms about the Hawkeye initiative because it was "transphobic". Sigh.
I’m just sick of it.
Since when was the state of your genitals a political statement?
Since when was what you liked to do with your genitals a political statement?
Since when was it written that anything that didn’t come with a loud, mandatory roof-top-proclaimed inclusion of every possible combination of sexuality/gender/physiology automatically excludes them?
Fuck all the drama queens.
“The red god is the one true god. which one is yours?”
“Death.”
ARYA IS METAL AS FUCK
(via unearthlykingdom)
I swear Daenery’s is about fifteen at this point in the book? Shes, err, rather well developed for a fifteen year old.
Then again I’d rather not see a model of a naked fifteen year old girl.
All’s well that ends well?
(Source: lj7stkok, via adeptasororitas)
Never thought I’d find myself philosophising briefly on drug dealing in an academic essay.
Ah, the life of a writer. (via the PEN/Faulkner Foundation)
Yeah, this is pretty much word for word what an actual agent told a hall full of people writing short stories during yesterdays lecture.
(via hanlonrose)
“I will turn your face to alabaster,
When you find your servant is your master.”
— Sting, Wrapped Around Your Finger
this is so accurate
No, this is bullshit. And you’re all missing the point.
You know what deep roots do?
Break. Everything.
Takes them a while - but how many shiny new roads, buildings, and other miscellaneous constructions have you seen fall down, crack open, or have to be entirely reworked after a few years because an Oak tree with deep roots doesn’t give a fuck about how weak you are?
The tree is fine. Everything else gets left in pieces.
Grow strong, survive, or die off.
And stop fucking whining.
(via voxnihilis)
“Your story might be firing on one cylinder, when really, it needs to fire on three: the goals of the protagonist and the conflicts that work against him must cross three axes: physical, emotional, philosophical.
Physical: “I am in danger of being eaten alive by a starving were-badger.”
Emotional: “But the starving were-badger is my true love, Betty McGoohan.”
Philosophical: “If I cannot reconcile this and the story demands I slay my true love, then love cannot succeed in the face of evil and I am forced to accede to a cynical worldview in which monstrousness is ascendant and all my victories are Pyrrhic and were-badgers are neither cuddly nor sexy.”
Harness all three axes for powerful story-combo power-up extra-life ding.”
— Chuck Wendig (via writingquotes)
I may or may not have spent the last hour coming up with what amounts to a nuclear fallout blowpipe.
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(Source: 81segundos, via scrollofthoth)