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Hostile and self-centered, Clariel makes an interesting (if not entirely likable) protagonist; her depiction as (emphatically!) asexual and aromantic is refreshing […] A thunderstorm of a tale, bitter and brutal but dazzling in its ferocity.

Kirkus. and i didn’t think i could get MORE excited for garth nix’s upcoming CLARIEL, prequel to the old kingdom trilogy (aka the Abhorsen series). representation!

for those interested … it comes out october 14th and it’s gonna kick ass


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#Abhorsen #oh hey there’s a new Abhorsen book coming out? #I find the repeated use of words like ‘selfish’ and ‘self-centered’ in the description suspicious though #I’m worried it’s going to be another one of those stories that’s like #Heroic Sacrifices Are the Bare Minimum of Decency #If You Are Unwilling to Make Them You Are a Villain in the Story of Life #you know #that kind of bullshit #and anyway I haven’t even read A Confusion of Princes yet

outofcontextdnd:

So, Lykronis, what do your orc eyes see?

The Paladin to the Barbarian, who was the only one in the party with dark vision.

…is there some reference here I’m missing?


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#I hope it’s not something I should know #I tried saying it out loud a couple times in case it was a pun #but it didn’t click then either

hapfairy:

WHO WROTE WHAT BIT?
Ah. Another tricky one. As the official Keeper of the One True Copy, Terry physically wrote more of Draft 1 than Neil. But if 2,000 words are written down after a lot of excited shouting, it’s a moot point whose words they are. And, in any case, as a matter of honor both of them rewrote and footnoted the other guy’s stuff, and both can write passably in the other guy’s style. The Agnes Nutter scenes and the kids mostly originated with Terry, the Four Horsemen and anything with maggots started with Neil. Neil had the most influence on the opening, Terry on the ending. Apart from that, they just shouted excitedly a lot.

The point they both realised the text had wandered into its own world was in the basement of the old Gollancz books, where they’d got together to proofread the final copy, and Neil congratulated Terry on a line that Terry knew he hadn’t written, and Neil was certain that he hadn’t written either. They both privately suspect that at some point the book had started to generate text on its own, but neither of them will actually admit this publicly for fear of being thought odd.

Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (2006 edition) – appendix by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
 

#Good Omens #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog

We don’t need to justify ourselves to anyone. We don’t need a reason to be queer. Maybe we were born this way, maybe we weren’t. Maybe sexuality is fluid for some people and not for others. It’s totally irrelevant either way. The message we need to send to heterosexists is not that our sexuality was foisted upon us and that they should be “tolerant” and “understanding”. The message is: our sexuality is perfectly valid and none of your business, we offer you no excuses, and we are never going away.

Social Justice League: Fauxgress Watch: “Born This Way”. (via feminismduh)

Perfect.

(via oberlinsic)


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#read the whole post #almost all of it is good #(except that one paragraph that basically boils down to) #(‘moral frameworks based on the Ten Commandments and similar dogma are No True Moral Frameworks because they differ too strongly from mine’) #(I’m not saying I *like* those frameworks) #(but they *are* frameworks) #(other than that the post was great)

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.


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#poetry #I love you all #(Je vous aime tous) #(Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi i gyd) #(Я люблю вас всех) #(Vi amo tutti) #(אני אוהב את כולכם) #(Rakastan teitä kaikkia) #(ผมรักทุกคน) #(look May 7th has only questionably begun) #(and already I am using excessive amounts of Google Translate)

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)

familiar airport lights, the heavy scent of humidity in the air

<3

(via fantasticallyindifferent)


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#poetry

Rather than fighting for every woman’s right to feel beautiful, I would like to see the return of a kind of feminism that tells women and girls everywhere that maybe it’s all right not to be pretty and perfectly well behaved. That maybe women who are plain, or large, or old, or differently abled, or who simply don’t give a damn what they look like because they’re too busy saving the world or rearranging their sock drawer, have as much right to take up space as anyone else.

I think if we want to take care of the next generation of girls we should reassure them that power, strength and character are more important than beauty and always will be, and that even if they aren’t thin and pretty, they are still worthy of respect. That feeling is the birthright of men everywhere. It’s about time we claimed it for ourselves.

I don’t want to be told I’m pretty as I am – I want to live in a world where that’s irrelevant (via dallowayward) {{now brutereason}}

nenya-kanadka: “#I don’t see why we can’t have both messages#depending on the context#for some women claiming beauty is vital#for others or at other times#not giving a fuck matters#I love the idea that who you are and what you do is more important#than other people’s thoughts on how you look”

Reblogging for commentary, because fuck yeah. :D

(via justice-turtle)


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#feminism #don’t tell me I’m beautiful #you can tell me I look fine if you like #but telling me I’m beautiful is telling me I’ve failed in my deliberate attempts to look plain #don’t pay attention to my vessel #pay attention to *me* #I’ve even made it nice and unobtrusive to help you in this #(I like my body) #(but it’s *mine*) #(all mine) #(not yours) #(you don’t get to stare at it)

Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling conflict.

(via yarnbrain)

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#Welcome to Night Vale #so what happened? #it’s not just me #I checked a couple fan-blogs #their first posts were in late June #what happened? #why now?