"Every time a Targaryen is born a coin is flipped: one side is greatness, the other madness." -George R. R. Martin

Twenty-one. Estonian. IT student. Fangirl. Not sensible.
Tom Hiddleston. Loki. Avengers. Books. Battlestar Galactica. Science. Computer science. Books. Anything that strikes my fancy.

Call me Oneside.

2nd September 2014

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typhonatemybaby:

mallelis:

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Remember how everyone’s favorite part of Heath Ledger’s performance in Brokeback Mountain was his almost painful physical repression, his reluctance to express any emotion that wasn’t punching or SHUTTING DOWN? His voice was closed in on itself in a raspy burr — he fell to the ground rather than shed tears — his face was hooded and dark and full of twitching cheek muscles. Kristen Stewart is Heath Ledger, I assure you. She has the same handsome face, the same winsome, masculine smile, the same reluctance to make direct eye contact.

For years, everyone in the world has misunderstood Kristen Stewart’s compressed emotional range. They thought it meant she was a limited actress; it means nothing of the kind. She is John Wayne being forced to play the Maureen O’Hara character. Give her a rail to lean against during a sunset, a military jacket, a toothpick to chew on, and something to squint her eyes against lazily in the distance, and her guardedness will be transformed from unsuccessful femininity to The Great American Male.

Kristen Stewart is a goddamn cowboy.

THIS PUTS INTO WORD THE INTENSE LOVE I HAVE FOR KSTEW BUT IN A SENSIBLE ANALYTICAL MANNER RATHER THAN ME FLAILING AROUND PATHETICALLY

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1st September 2014

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squirenonny:

Men and women on Roshar have very different styles of dance.

For men, dance is loud and energetic and mostly a social thing (kind of like line dancing in the US—you don’t have to be a “dancer” to do it and people are generally eager to teach and learn the steps.) Masculine dance is normally accompanied by drums or not accompanied at all, and is particularly popular in Jah Keved.

For women, it’s much more subdued and precise. There’s not a lot of motion; it’s more about control and balance. There are a number of different schools/styles, but there are generally a lot of hand gestures involved—the best dancers learn how to use their safehand sleeve and their exposed freehand to complement each other. It is often, but not always, performed solo and accompanied by a single flute or singer. Feminine dance is more common in Alethkar.

(Generally what I picture are Polynesian dances, especially Samoan dances like those seen in this video.)

Now imagine Bridge Four going out dancing sometimes instead of just drinking and talking. Rock takes it super seriously and knows every single step of every single dance. Lopen is terrible, but he’s enthusiastic, and the thing about masculine dance is that it’s like 95% confidence and only like 5% actual skill so everyone thinks Lopen is the best dancer ever. Kaladin just sits in a corner being a grump. but the men have figured out that if he’s drunk enough they can get him clapping along. They’ve never got him on the dance floor yet, and Sigzil says that the only way to do so would be to get him so drunk he started dancing on the walls.

Dalinar was really into dancing as a young man. Many of the other lighteyes found it strange and embarrassing, like anything else he did at a party, but at one point he had a decent sized group of brightlords willing to dance with him.

Renarin would never admit it to anyone outside his family but he really enjoys feminine dance—both watching it and practicing it. (So did Tien, but he wasn’t quite so shy about it.)

Shallan is and always has been a terrible dancer. She knows the basic steps and could draw out an entire sequence for you, but moving so slowly and carefully drives her up the walls. She’d much rather dance the masculine way, like she used to do with her brothers when no one was watching.

Tagged: stormlight archive

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1st September 2014

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fozmeadows started following you

*faints like it’s still Victorian age*

Tagged: fozmeadows

1st September 2014

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Hi! This is my old favorite fonts;
Download; Brev Script | Cheddar Jack | Kunstler Script | Southern | Composition  | Vladimir | Elsie | Halo
Like or reblog if yo downloader.

Hi! This is my old favorite fonts;

Download; Brev Script | Cheddar Jack | Kunstler Script | Southern | Composition  | Vladimir | Elsie | Halo

Like or reblog if yo downloader.

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1st September 2014

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Fools Rush In

fozmeadows:

OK SO, because I’m insane and also because compulsively shipping Destiel is like a fucking sickness, I’ve spent the past 47 days writing a 134,000 word AU fic, Fools Rush In, which is now complete in its entirety and up on AO3. The first chapter came courtesy of this prompt by @mishaandpie, which I posted to tumblr a while back, but the rest pretty much just happened, complete with cults, loan shark Crowley, FBI politicking and All The Angst And Smut Forever, No, Seriously, All Of It, I’m Not Even Kidding.

So, uh. You know. Go forth, my pretties, and justify my timewastiture by reading! 

10/10, would recommend, will read again.

Warning: the author is not even in the general direction of screwing around when she says “All The Angst And Smut Forever”. There’s both. A lot of both.

(still not actually in the SPN fandom, but I will be here for fics like these)

Tagged: supernaturalfanfic recs

31st August 2014

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utteranonymity:

Fun little trick I learned in therapy: validation. When someone is upset, don’t try to fix the problem, point out the cause, or tell them it could be worse. Just validate their emotions. Be like, ‘shit yeah man, that sucks. I’m sorry you’re going through that. I’m here for you.’ That’s literally all you have to do to make them feel better. Thank you and goodnight.

A-fucking-men.

Tagged: pretty much

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31st August 2014

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essayofthoughts:

littlelostmaybelots:

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hxcfairy:

The awkward moment when your dramatic reveal is ruined when the man you almost strangled to death four acts ago doesn’t recognize you.

tobermoriansass

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I feel I should point out that AO3 has at least one Coriolanus slashfic written in iambic pentameter. It is rather glorious.

Tagged: Coriolanus

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31st August 2014

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birbrightsactivist:

if you want to understand the psyche of our generation take a good look at the stories we tell ourselves about the future

because it isn’t flying cars or robot dogs, it’s faceless government surveillance and worldwide pandemics and militarized police brutality and the last dregs of humanity struggling to survive

our generation isn’t self-centered, or lazy, or whatever else they wanna say about us. we are young, and we are here, and we are deeply, deeply afraid.

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31st August 2014

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gaelickitsune:

HeyO! This was a bit of something I’ve wanted to do for awhile. Had it in my mind to do an Irish/Celtic/Gaelic/Welsh/Scottishwhathaveyou guide for awhile. Finally got around to it, at the very tail end of summer. So here goes.
Aos Sí: Irish term meaning “people of the mound”, they’re comparatively your faeries and elves of Irish mythology. Some believe they are the living survivors of the Tuatha Dé Danann. They’re fiercely territorial of their little mound homes and can either be really, really pretty or really, really ugly. They’re often referred to not by name, but as “Fair Folk” or “Good Neighbors”. Never, ever piss them off.
Cat Sidhe: Cat Sidhe are faerie cats, often black with white spots on their chests. They haunted Scotland, but a few Irish tales tell of witches who could turn into these cats a total of nine times (nine lives?). The Cat Sidhe were large as dogs and were believed to be able to steal souls by passing over a dead body before burial. Irusan was a cat sidhe the size of an ox, and once took a satirical poet for a wild ride before Saint Ciaran killed it with a hot poker.
Badb: Part of the trio of war goddesses called Morrígna with sisters Macha and Morrígan, Badb, meaning “crow”, was responsible for cleaning bodies up after battle. Her appearance meant imminent bloodshed, death of an important person, and/or mass confusion in soldiers that she would use to turn victories in her favor. She and her sisters fought the Battles of Mag Tuired, driving away the Fir Bolg army and the Formorians. In short: total badass.
Merrow: The Irish mermaid. They were said to be very benevolent, charming, modest and affectionate, capable of attachment and companionship with humans. It is believed that they wore caps or capes that would allow them to live underwater, and taking a cap/cape of a merrow would render them unable to return to the sea. Merrow, unlike regular mermaids, were also capable of “shedding” their skin to become more beautiful beings. They also like to sing.
Púca: Also called a phooka, these are the chaotic neutral creatures of the Irish mythos world. They were known to rot fruit and also offer great advice. They are primarily shapeshifters, taking a variety of forms both scary as heck and really really pretty. The forms they took are always said to be dark in color. Púcas are partial to equine forms and have known to entice riders onto its back for a wild but friendly romp, unlike the Kelpie, which just eats its riders after drowning them.
Faoladh: My all-time favorite Irish creature. Faoladh are Irish werewolves. Unlike their english neighbors, Faoladh weren’t seen as cursed and could change into wolves at will. Faoladh of Ossory (Kilkenny) were known to operate in male/female pairs and would spend several years in wolf form before returning to human life together, replaced in work by a younger couple. They are the guardians and protectors of children, wounded men, and lost people. They weren’t above killing sheep or cattle while in wolf form for a meal, and the evidence remained quite plainly on them in human form. Later on, the story of an Irish King being cursed by God made the Faoladh a little less reputable.
Dullahan: Dullahan are headless riders, often carrying their decapitated cranium beneath one arm. They are said to have wild eyes and a grin that goes from ear to ear, and they use the spine of a human skeleton as a whip (What the WHAT). Their carriages were made of dismembered body parts and general darkness. Where they stop riding is where a person is doomed to die, and when they say the human’s name, that person dies instantly.
Gancanagh: An Irish male faerie known as the “Love-Talker”. He’s a dirty little devil related to the Leprechaun that likes seducing human women. Apparently the sex was great, but ultimately the woman would fall into some sort of ruin, whether it be financial or scandal or generally having their lives turn out awful. He was always carrying a dudeen—Irish pipe—and was a pretty chill guy personality-wise. You just don’t ever want to meet him—it’s really bad luck. 

gaelickitsune:

HeyO! This was a bit of something I’ve wanted to do for awhile. Had it in my mind to do an Irish/Celtic/Gaelic/Welsh/Scottishwhathaveyou guide for awhile. Finally got around to it, at the very tail end of summer. So here goes.

Aos Sí: Irish term meaning “people of the mound”, they’re comparatively your faeries and elves of Irish mythology. Some believe they are the living survivors of the Tuatha Dé Danann. They’re fiercely territorial of their little mound homes and can either be really, really pretty or really, really ugly. They’re often referred to not by name, but as “Fair Folk” or “Good Neighbors”. Never, ever piss them off.

Cat Sidhe: Cat Sidhe are faerie cats, often black with white spots on their chests. They haunted Scotland, but a few Irish tales tell of witches who could turn into these cats a total of nine times (nine lives?). The Cat Sidhe were large as dogs and were believed to be able to steal souls by passing over a dead body before burial. Irusan was a cat sidhe the size of an ox, and once took a satirical poet for a wild ride before Saint Ciaran killed it with a hot poker.

Badb: Part of the trio of war goddesses called Morrígna with sisters Macha and Morrígan, Badb, meaning “crow”, was responsible for cleaning bodies up after battle. Her appearance meant imminent bloodshed, death of an important person, and/or mass confusion in soldiers that she would use to turn victories in her favor. She and her sisters fought the Battles of Mag Tuired, driving away the Fir Bolg army and the Formorians. In short: total badass.

Merrow: The Irish mermaid. They were said to be very benevolent, charming, modest and affectionate, capable of attachment and companionship with humans. It is believed that they wore caps or capes that would allow them to live underwater, and taking a cap/cape of a merrow would render them unable to return to the sea. Merrow, unlike regular mermaids, were also capable of “shedding” their skin to become more beautiful beings. They also like to sing.

Púca: Also called a phooka, these are the chaotic neutral creatures of the Irish mythos world. They were known to rot fruit and also offer great advice. They are primarily shapeshifters, taking a variety of forms both scary as heck and really really pretty. The forms they took are always said to be dark in color. Púcas are partial to equine forms and have known to entice riders onto its back for a wild but friendly romp, unlike the Kelpie, which just eats its riders after drowning them.

Faoladh: My all-time favorite Irish creature. Faoladh are Irish werewolves. Unlike their english neighbors, Faoladh weren’t seen as cursed and could change into wolves at will. Faoladh of Ossory (Kilkenny) were known to operate in male/female pairs and would spend several years in wolf form before returning to human life together, replaced in work by a younger couple. They are the guardians and protectors of children, wounded men, and lost people. They weren’t above killing sheep or cattle while in wolf form for a meal, and the evidence remained quite plainly on them in human form. Later on, the story of an Irish King being cursed by God made the Faoladh a little less reputable.

Dullahan: Dullahan are headless riders, often carrying their decapitated cranium beneath one arm. They are said to have wild eyes and a grin that goes from ear to ear, and they use the spine of a human skeleton as a whip (What the WHAT). Their carriages were made of dismembered body parts and general darkness. Where they stop riding is where a person is doomed to die, and when they say the human’s name, that person dies instantly.

Gancanagh: An Irish male faerie known as the “Love-Talker”. He’s a dirty little devil related to the Leprechaun that likes seducing human women. Apparently the sex was great, but ultimately the woman would fall into some sort of ruin, whether it be financial or scandal or generally having their lives turn out awful. He was always carrying a dudeen—Irish pipe—and was a pretty chill guy personality-wise. You just don’t ever want to meet him—it’s really bad luck. 

Tagged: mythology

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31st August 2014

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the-gigapause:

porrimminaj:

joybeanie:

When a writer kills off a character

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When you kill off your own characterimage

when a character kills off a writer

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the only fandom in which this is possible

Tagged: homestuck

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