#eighteen words

[dani-luminae]

"Disney's princess needs to have more diverse personalities!" Yes true, sure, but also

Disney's first three Princesses (Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora) are all graceful, sweet, like singing songs about dreams and wishes, and do not actively fight: "omg they're such anti-feminist caricatures!!!"

Disney's next princesses have more established emotions and personalities, alongside the establishment of the "I Want" song as applied to motives outside of love (exploration, adventure, making their family proud): "OMG Ariel traded her voice for a man, how stupid!" "Belle's so stuck-up!" "Jasmine's just a spoiled brat!"

Tiana's a dedicated hard worker, loves her family a lot, and wants her loved ones to be very happy even at her own expense and gets... totally ignored in this conversation, gee I wonder why

Rapunzel, Anna, and now Asha are a little bit awkward, silly, but exuberant and get written off as "stupid adorkable" despite the other tenets of their personalities setting them apart, like Rapunzel's creativity, Anna's dedication to her family, and how Asha strives to help those around her

Moana gets called a disobedient brat for seeing beyond her father's narrow-mindedness

Disney Princesses have many wonderfully different personalities. It's just that people are dedicated to misinterpreting them, and that's why I never take the "Disney Princesses need more diverse personalities!" comment at face value.

#of course rapunzel's socially awkward she's been shut in a tower for eighteen years!!! she's also creative sneaky and sees good everywhere! #anna is dedicated to a sister that as far as she knows has never shown her an ounce of love in ten years even after their parents died #but oh wow! both of them make one goofy face once and suddenly they're 'adorkable oh boo disney needs better protags!' #asha is understandably nervous about meeting the literal king of her beloved country and somehow that a bad thing???? #long story short i think the 'adorkable' is just the current word for 'why i don't like disney princesses for *checks notes* #being disney princesses' #disney princesses #ALL DISNEY PRINCESSES ARE WONDERFUL

[originalartblog]

but he's such a throwable size though

#i was trying to answer some asks and changed my mind about halfway through about how to answer one #but i was already attached to the concept so #bsd #bsd fanart #dazai goosamu #nawy's doodles #look at me getting out old memes i still quote on a regular basis #it should be noted that goosamu should probably be slightly bigger by that point since i made him look like his ad ult self at 1 8 #but shhhhhh #HEY GUESS WHAT #THE WORDS THAT WERE PREVENTING THIS POST FROM SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS #WAS EITHER THE NUMBER EIGHTEEN OR THE WORD ADU.LT #I'M YELLING

[clove-pinks]

An 1838 comic by Paul Gavarni, from the "Letterbox" series.

The gist of it is that Corporal Telemaque, shown with his hair in papers and in the process of being curled with a hot iron, must devise an excuse as to why he cannot meet with Monsieur le Sargent Major—seemingly being composed by the young lady with her hair down.

#Eighteen-Thirties Thursday #paul gavarni #1830s #historical hairstyles #papillotes #historical hair curling #1838 #the wording of the letter is also part of the joke #or so i gather #gavarni the master of men's hairdressing scenes #romantic era #Yet Again i have mispelled 'gist' #i can't even read english never mind french

[din-miller]

Natant

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Joel teaching Ellie to swim as you watch from the sidelines

Warnings: can be read as either tlou tv show or the game, fluff, Joel being a nervous wreck each time Ellie's head is underwater, set in Jackson, no spoilers for part 2 fyi, Joel might be a little ooc but the dudes finally fucking happy.

A/N: sorry about the odd gif, couldn't find one that was tlou related.

° Natant 

(adj) Swimming or floating

"Again."

"Seriously? How many times are you forcing me to pencil dive?" Ellie groaned, awkwardly adjusting her swim shirt. It's actually Maria's shirt, and the swim trunks she's wearing belong to one of the local teens. They're both a little too big for her small frame but so far it hasn't been a huge problem.

"Until your form is completely straight," Joel responded, "We ain't leavin' until you've done five perfect dives, kiddo."

You snorted at Ellie's annoyed grunt. Joel gave you a soft smile before quickly turning back to make sure Ellie hadn't fallen off the small cliff and drowned in the three seconds he had taken his eyes off of her. 

"Keep your arms tightly against your side and your feet pointed downward to-,"

"-reduce the force of impact upon entry." Ellie finished, words most likely burned into her brain at this point, "I know, you've told me like a thousand fucking times already."

She took a deep breath before jumping into the water, back perfectly straight. Your eyes quickly move to where Joel is standing at the edge of the embankment, rocking back and forth on his heels.

He's nervous, been this way all day. It's such a small mundane thing; learning how to swim. Joel had told you once that him and Tommy learned by being thrown into the water by their drunken father. 

It wasn't going to be like that with Ellie. 

You could see his lips moving, silently counting the seconds she's under the water. You have no doubt that when he reaches ten, he'll be diving in to get her. 

He got to eight when her head finally broke the surface of the water, a loud exhale left her body, followed by an even louder inhale of air. 

"Did you fucking see that?" Ellie grinned, "I touched the bottom of the river."

"That you did, that you did." Joel chuckled, arm extended to pull her out of the water. He leaned down to whisper something in her ear and Ellie's grin became even wider. 

You didn't even have time to brace yourself before you had a lap full of a soaking fifteenth year old. You squealed in surprise and Ellie giggled, something that's becoming more and more frequent lately.

Your bathing suit cover-up – one of Joel's plaid button ups you've claimed as your own – is getting soaked by the second. It's warm out, the sun absorbing the droplets quickly, but you hadn't really planned on getting wet. Dipping your toes in the water sure. Not wearing half the river. 

Ellie rolled off of you and onto the grass, "Man, you should've seen your face! I thought you were going to have a heart attack." 

You dug your fingers into her side, eyes searching for Joel as you did so. You're not surprised to find him already looking your way. Tommy had once joked that Joel's eyes never truly leave you or Ellie. 

They don't, Joel had told you later when you had repeated what Tommy said. He's always looking, always making sure his girls are okay. 

Ellie bats your hand away, pleading with you to stop tickling her. You listened and moved your hand up to her head instead, removing her ponytail to thread your fingers through her dark hair.  

Ellie slowly laid her head down on your bare thighs, still a little hesitant on whether or not she's crossing boundaries. She's not, never could. 

You don't say anything, don't dare to move a muscle. You just wait until she's relaxed enough before returning to massaging her temple. She lets out a small tired yawn.

Ellie tilted her head to where Joel's leaning against a nearby tree, silently watching with a carefree smile, "You waiting for an invitation or what old man?" 

Joel huffed, mumbling about how he's not old and settled himself behind you, pulling you back against his chest with your head resting on his shoulder. One hand propped his body up and the other unbuttoned your shirt enough to snake his hand inside.

You glanced up at him, brow raised as if to say 'really?' and Joel laid his palm flat against your stomach, drawing you in closer to him. He sighed contentedly against the skin of your neck before pressing a delicate kiss against your jaw. You lean into the warmth of his lips. 

There's a puff of warm air on your right leg and you watch as Ellie's head tilted to the side, eyes closed and lips parted. You can't fight back the smile that graces your lips. She's falling asleep on you. If that isn't the biggest sign of trust, you don't know what is.

Behind you Joel grunted, but it's lacking his normally gruffness, "Kid's still got three dives left to complete before we head back."

You rolled your eyes, "The water will still be here tomorrow, Joel. I'll wake up extra early and make sure no infected managed to outsmart your traps."

Joel hugged you closer, "Respectfully, ma'am, no you won't. Not without me, at least."

"We'll wake up tomorrow," You corrected, then sighed, "I wish everyday was like this. Us three, together."

Joel's silent behind you, but you don't feel like you've crossed a line. You let him have a moment to gather his thoughts, you always do. 

"It could be," Joel said, "Jackson doesn't have keys – hell Jackson barely has front doors that close all the way-,"

You can't help but snort. As much as Jackson's thriving in an apocalyptic world, there's still flaws. It's not like the town has access to new key making equipment. Some doors don't even have doorknobs anymore. The residents survive by trust that the few belongings they have are safe inside their homes. 

"-but if my doorknob had a working lock, you'd be the first to have a key." 

"Even before Tommy?"

"Especially before Tommy."

You're not stupid, you know he's asking you to move in with him. He hasn't exactly been subtle about it. Almost all of your clothing is hung up in his closet – by his doing. Some of your more meaningful knickknacks you've collected over the years have found home on a shelf in his room. 

He built you your own hook to hang up your coat.

Ellie had once joked that he's hopeless. You can't help but agree.

Joel's body goes stiff behind you and you realise you haven't answered him, "Does Ellie know?"

"She won't shut up about it. That girl needs you as much as I do," He admitted, "That scares me sometimes y'know."

You nod, because you do know. You're in the same boat. Losing him, losing Ellie, that would destroy you. You gently brush the back of your hand against Ellie's cheek, and snuggle back against Joel, "Can my key be multi-coloured?"

"Your key can be made from diamonds I've foraged for with my own two hands if that means you'll say yes." 

"How about a wooden one spray painted?" 

Joel hummed and turned your head to seal your lips together in a brief kiss, "I'll get right on that, darlin'."

#you know full well this mother-fucker has eighteen deadbolt locks on each door and window #this is my first tlou fic #the last of us #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller #ellie williams #joel & ellie #ellie included fic #fluff #inspired by a word #justice joy writes #tw: alchohol mention

[leupagus]

For Which The First Was Made

Fandom: Miss Marple Rating: T Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jane Marple/Gabriel Finch Additional Tags: Slow Burn Summary: One should never meet one’s heroes. Heroines may be another matter entirely.

CHAPTER SEVEN

In which there is travel, murder, and a letter written on the back of a flyer.

Dear Gabriel, I am fully aware that you will not be reading this until you return home, but I am in a terrific sulk and in such moods as these, one needn't have an audience so much as an outlet. In fact I would rather prefer you pretended this letter didn't exist at all, because I intend to be thoroughly disagreeable.

#miss marple #miss marple rhymes with parple #graphic design: still my passion #ficcage of interest #this thing is EIGHTEEN THOUSAND WORDS NOW

[lunarhode]

i'm nineteen human years old, i learn more yet i know less every day, but if you had told me at fifteen to run a country, i would have known exactly what to do and more.

#how come a person know everything at eighteen #but nothing at twenty two #corecore #poetry #web weaving #yearnposting #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #quotes #words #poem #yearning hours #niche #is this too niche #nostalgia #canine poetry #adulting #past self #poems #nichetok

[fantasythetrashywriter]

Okay so. I’m gonna make an apology. For not posting a single story in one month. I am so so so sorry for not posting any stories at all (that is literally what I got Tumblr for)!!! So…I’m gonna try and make…an apology story. Yeah. That- That should be enough, right? I just need my mind to cooperate, damn it…

#Fantasy talks #I can’t believe I last posted a story on February 15… #It’s MARCH EIGHTEEN ALREADY OH MY GOD #Why isn’t my brain cooperating with me…? I refuse to call it “writer’s block” since there are STILL ideas I just can’t WORD IT PROPERLY #I’ll be lucky later. (I hope–)

[sassenach082]

writing update

me: alright brain chapter 18 let's get 'er done

my brain: but snuggles

me: but the angst-

my brain: no. snuggles.

#i'll ride au #sassy writes #did i just write LITERALLY 2000+ words of tom kazansky cuddling the shit out of pete mitchell #why yes yes i did #did i write ANYTHING for chapter 18 #NO BUT LISTEN- #my brain says no angst life is angsty enough #so i guess i'll just write backwards and do 19 first??? #listen i'm not in charge here okay #the tom in my brain wanted a cuddle and by damn i gave him one #it's like that post where the characters hijack the dialogue #and the author screams WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT #only my brain went yes snuggles excellent #and i just threw up my hands and went FINE SNUGGLES IT IS YOU BASTARDS #writing is hard #sorry for losing it in the tags yet again whooooops #upside: my brain is now writing things #downside: longer wait for ch eighteen #alternate upside: shorter wait for ch nineteen

[koishua]

GUYS HELP I GOT ASKED FOR ENGAGEMENT AGAIN

#tp #THE KICKER IS THE WORD 'AGAIN' STFUUUUUUP #ASKED FOR A HAND IN MARRIAGE AND THEY WERE TALKING WITH MY PARENTS FOR 40 MINUTES BEGGING #NOT AGAIN NAURRRRR #this happened last year and now this too lmfaoooo #of COURSE my parents refused DUH im not gonna marry until im like 25/7 #but the way they were held up for 40 minutes 😭😭 #IM EIGHTEEN MOM SAVE ME

[hanzajesthanza]

growing up with sapkowski’s works timeline (teen to early adult)

13 — ciri age (BoE)

14 — ciri age (ToC)

15 — ciri age (LoTL), pavetta age (QoP)

17 — shani age

18 — essi daven age, nicolette age (ToF)

19 — angoulême age

23 — reynevan age (ToF)

24 — condwiramurs age

25 — cahir age, reynevan age (WoG)

27 — reynevan age (LP)

late 20s — milva age

#just putting this… out there into words. because i must say it #i was feeling shitty that i would have a birthday and havent accomplished anything #but then i thought about it and realized 23 is officially the age where you have a free pass to be stupid as hell #a la reynevan in narrenturm. so good job #‘haha i get to grow up with reynevan. that’s crazy dude [falls down the stairs]’ im going to be here forever. :| #i put essi and shani in here just to make everyone want to gouge their eyeballs out 👍 #essi is ‘barely eighteen’ so i will just say: eighteen #txt #the milva age is me guessing/approximating. don’t sue me #she was 16 when she left home and then she hunted for a few years by herself and then the dryads caught her and she hunted for them #and she just acts like someone in their late 20s so there plus she is protective of cahir who is youngest #also i had to look up reynevan’s age in LP because i haven’t gotten there yet and i was dodging spoilers like in the matrix #and because it takes place in 1429 i just deducted #and because i know he is 27 now now i am thinking of him and nicolette as that vine #‘babe. happy one year’ ‘awww :D … i’m 27??? O_o??’ #i’m not putting adéle age because um. her qualities and her fate aren’t exactly inspiring #alsooooo seeing adéle age and reynevan age next to each other. it’s kind of **FBI OPEN UP** #i’ll say ok because it’s a historical fantasy. but i still don’t like it lmao and that’s my right

[hauntthumans]

DEATH

immortal. physically 48. asexual. he/him. the entity of death. has been collecting souls for as long as there have been souls to collect. never quite knows what to make of humanity. the survivors always crush him. sometimes wishes he could take a vacation but he knows that no one wants his job. believes that the color of the sky when someone dies is significant in some way, but he hasn’t quite figured out how. fc: hugh dancy. primary.

LEISEL MEMINGER

15. heterosexual. she/her. adopted by the hubermanns when her mother realized she couldn’t care for her anymore. had a younger brother that died on the way there. a kind and caring girl, despite her circumstances. comes to love her foster parents immensely. best friends with rudy steiner. loves words and reading and books and is taught by her foster father to read and write. fc: sophie nélisse. primary.

RUDY STEINER

15. heterosexual. he/him. one of six children. always hungry. loves jesse owens and soccer. a cocky boy, but no less lovable because of it. a little in love with leisel. likes a good fight but isn’t a good fighter. fc: nico liersch. primary.

MAX VANDENBURG

22. closeted bisexual. he/him. a former fist fighter. now lives in the hubermann’s basement. sees leisel as a little sister and hans and rosa as parents but also grandparents. writes leisel stories and gives them to her as presents. does the crossword to pass the time. his hair looks like feathers when it’s clean. fc: ben schnetzer. secondary.

verses

DEATH

i vacation in increments; in colors ; verse - pre canon

i saw the book thief three times ; verse - canon

i am haunted by humans ; verse - post canon

if you feel like it, come with me ; verse - crossovers

LIESEL MEMINGER

the beginning of an illustrious career ; verse - pre canon

she was the book thief without the words ; verse - canon

she was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life ; verse - post canon

the words were on their way ; verse - modern

a definition not found in the dictionary ; verse - crossovers

RUDY STEINER

a snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship ; verse - pre canon

the only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy who loves you ; verse - canon

he steps on my heart. he makes me cry. ; verse - post canon

rudy hadn’t missed a penalty in eighteen shots ; verse - modern

he was the crazy one ; verse - crossovers

MAX VANDENBURG

a guided tour of suffering ; verse - pre canon

just another push up on the cold basement floor ; verse - canon

his hair is like feathers ; verse - post canon

he always slept fully clothed ; verse - modern

the crossword is empty ; verse - crossovers

#char : death #i vacation in increments‚ in colors ; verse #i saw the book thief three times ; verse #i am haunted by humans ; verse #if you feel like it‚ come with me ; verse #char : liesel meminger #the beginning of an illustrious career ; verse #she was the book thief without the words ; verse #she was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life ; verse #the words were on their way ; verse #a definition not found in the dictionary ; verse #char : rudy steiner #a snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship ; verse #the only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy who loves you ; verse #he steps on my heart. he makes me cry. ; verse #rudy hadn’t missed a penalty in eighteen shots ; verse #he was the crazy one ; verse #char : max vandenburg #a guided tour of suffering ; verse #just another push up on the cold basement floor ; verse #his hair is like feathers ; verse #he always slept fully clothed ; verse #the crossword is empty ; verse

[clove-pinks]

Toilette du soir in La Mode, 1830. Engraving after a drawing by Paul Gavarni (Rijksmuseum)

The constraints of dress inevitably follow those of the times: traditional “stiffness” for women regained its prior legitimacy with the Restoration and the July Monarchy (1830-1848). Restriction of liberty created an emphasis on rigidity: belts cinched over a corseted torso; dresses whose panniers recovered their former breadth; balloon sleeves to better balance the two volumes cut at the waist; jupe en cloche (bell-shaped skirt); “wasp” waist. Lastly, the shoulders, more emphasized, loomed over hips drowning in folds. Gathers and folds once more masked forms that the Revolution had made more visible. Social mores rediscovered their tradition and movement its restriction. Once again, the garment “artificialized” the anatomy: the upper body became fixed while the lower body was hidden beneath gathers, linings, hoops, and hems.

— Georges Vigarello, “The Nineteenth Century: From Artifice to Anonymity,” in Fashioning the Body edited by Denis Bruna.

Toilette habillée in La Mode, 1830. Engraving by Truebe after a drawing by Gavarni (Paris Musées).

#Eighteen-Thirties Thursday #1830s #fashion history #paul gavarni #romantic era #fashion #dress history #fashion plate #la mode #fashioning the body #is 'panniers' the right word? #the book also doesn't say who translated it into english #p.s. everytime a gavarni picture looks awkward it's actually the engraver's fault #gavarni did nothing wrong ever

[absentmoon]

the fact that no is winning is so ridiculous to me none of you have tried to dig into the og Frankenstein or Dorian Gray i swe

#daisy.txt #im passionate about books i will NOT be called a book vandal! #do you know how many possible readings of frankenstein there are? #a queer reading! a femininst reading! ecocentric! familial! psychological! #good luck trying to do anything with it if youre not marking each copy according to your reading youuu #i would not be this heated if the poll didn't use the word vandal as a little joke. ive been burned before. #op is also a writing in the book person DHFGFGDFD #i like them autistically im IN the library club ive taken eighteen million lit classes i know . what im talking about.

[formashimataichi]

i personally really dislike the notion from either side of fandom that whoever ended up canon in this present moment proved something about a connection between physical proximity and the likelihood of a relationship thereby manifesting. that kind of argument to me is potentially capable of walking back swaths of canon development we see in either relationship. this isn’t a competition, it never has been a competition, and to act like either boy’s physical circumstances facilitated his likelihood to end up with chihaya over the other boy is crazy to me! (1) i don’t think there’s any argument to be made that tchy being canon in the last chapter is proof that taichi was ultimately always meant to end up with chihaya bc he was closer to her. that ignores the fact that they’ve been friends for several years and never ended up dating even once bc their hurdle was interpersonal issues. they lacked an ability to communicate with each other effectively and when acting as co-leaders functioned as unhealthily codependent. there was never going to be a relationship between them so long as those communication issues and insecurities between them existed. and those could have lasted for years! they could have gone completely unaddressed like they did for the first two years of high school, and then where would they have ended up. with taichi consistently resenting chihaya for things in his control and with chihaya consistently anxious about taichi for things out of her control. it would be no way to live. (2) i don’t think arata joking that it’s too late is supposed to be extrapolated into this idea that he never had a chance because he was too far away. that ignores the fact that so much of his relationship with chihaya was built on the presence of distance in the first place. that distance set the stage for the yearning between them because they were apart from one another. hence the several magpie bridge allusions. obv the weight of that distance was alleviated over time as they both began to shape dreams that expanded beyond the realm of wanting to see each other again but had the distance not existed in the first place what would the nature of their relationship be? the entire dynamic would change and we would lose out on so much of the beautiful imagery and poetry of how sometimes distance does indeed make the heart grow fonder. sometimes distance does drive us towards dreams we don’t initially know how to shape on our own until the time we do, and then that distance becomes easier to bear and is no longer something we’re as desperate to ensure is physically bridged. ultimately i think suetsugu is simply illustrating two kinds of distance and how they impact her characters, and each journey has meaning in and of itself in how it bridges that distance, whether physical or emotional. i don’t think chihaya’s first real relationship is supposed to be some testament to which set of circumstances worked in comparison to the other. if it was i doubt suetsugu would so cleverly reverse the circumstances and make tchy be cities apart while chyrt are in the same city. this has never been about proving one relationship’s superiority over the other. it’s a story about the way people grow and shift and change and how that applies as much to our emotions bc chihaya has cared deeply, on a romantic level, about both boys, but when or how she cared about either boy is simply a manifestation of her feelings in a given moment in time, as are all love stories in our life. it’s a testament to the beauty of youth 

#chihayafuru #taichihaya #chihayarata #*meta #i wasn't in a proper capitalizing sentences and pronouns mood idk. so have this word blob #but really the more i am turning it over in my head i think my newfound realization is both love stories are valuable each in their own way #one being the 'endgame' speaks of no superiority to the other bc ultimately both relationships have held deep meaning for the parties involv #involved. lmao. and like again. your relationship at eighteen is not your relationship for life! and i think both sides need to hear that! #the endgame is not important it's about appreciating where you are in your life at this moment and taking a chance upon how you feel!

[zackmartin]

once again wanna make gifs for a nonexistent fandom

#doing a rewatch of what i like about you and i'm. tempted #i'd put those on jaikelso tho #lauren's so damn funny i'm obsessed with her #also. holly really is. something. like i get she was 18 and being selfish is just A Symptom of Being Eighteen but GURL #like when Vince's grandfather died and her literal words were 'i have to prove to him i can be a good friend' like she really #made that about her. like girlie c'mON #(this isn't hate btw!! i love her!! she's just. truly something)