A place for things that make me happy, things that make me think, and for things that I make.
Mostly OUaT at the moment, but there's still some DW, TAZ and Cosmere floating around.
It had almost escaped my notice that it is now May, the month that dooms to a heartbroken death 99% of characters from folk ballads. So, if you suspect you may be a character from a folk ballad, for your own safety:
don’t fall in love, don’t go by the river, don’t go to the sea, don’t talk to sailors, don’t gamble, don’t ramble, don’t go North, don’t go North-West, don’t stand in the wind, don’t dance with anyone named Sally, Sue, Mary, Ann, or Barbara, don’t go to the pub (but if you do go to the pub at least don’t drink, and if you do drink at least pay for your own drink, and if you are absolutely broke and have to let someone else pay for your drink then at the very least do try not to forget to toast everyone you know whom you think might be there very loudly and possibly multiple times), don’t lend money, don’t borrow money, don’t wish you had more money, don’t make plans to make more money, don’t start working for a new employer, absolutely do believe anyone who says they will try to kill you, curse you, or maim you, absolutely do believe anyone who says you might die, turn down every invitation to go a-hunting, horse-riding, or a-courting, be wary of flute players you meet on your path, don’t dance with satanic men in black coats, don’t marry off your daughters to the first man who’ll have them, and don’t promise your true love any herbs you can’t readily plant and gather in your own garden.
There. That should just about cover you for 31 days. Heed the warnings and you may have a chance to last the month. Good luck.
I think people who criticize “meaningless fluff,” “pointless angst,” and other similar styles of fan-writings, have forgotten about something called aestheticism. Art for art’s sake. Not every piece of art or writing must have some deeper meaning. Some things exist to be merely be observed or felt- not to teach a lesson or do what some think “real” literature should.
So if you’re writing a 50K coffee shop!AU with nothing but fun shenanigans and fluff, don’t let anyone tell you it’s meaningless or pointless. The point of it is for it to be enjoyed and observed as it is. It doesn’t have to have some deep and poignant societal/political undertone or lesson for it to be a worthy piece of literature.
A lot of popular authors have created writings which can be categorized as art for art’s sake and have contributed to aestheticism. So you are in good company.
good: garrus trusts shepard so much that he didn’t even question it when she showed up in the middle of a firefight despite being dead and just handed her his rifle because as long as she was there he knew everything would be okay
better: when garrus saw shepard, he thought he had died, but he was okay with that because if the afterlife had shepard in it how bad could it possibly be?
mostly when I make something for the first time since I’m not an experienced enough cook to just know what it’s supposed to taste like
second time around I just season however the hell I want *g*
for real, though, why do recipes consistently tell you to use less herbs and spices in than you should. fuck your “two cloves of garlic,” fuck your “half teaspoon of cinnamon,” and you can absolutely go to hell with your “dash of black pepper”
Well, I’m half Greek and I say if the dish won’t repel a vampire at ten paces then what is the point of putting garlic in it in the first place?
for real, though, why do recipes consistently tell you to use less herbs and spices in than you should. fuck your “two cloves of garlic,” fuck your “half teaspoon of cinnamon,” and you can absolutely go to hell with your “dash of black pepper”
ok so the vault is still standing and the fire seems contained, which is good.
I really feel for the firefighter who got hurt and I hope he makes a full recovery. at the same time I’m kind of amazed that “only” one person got hurt in all of that. let’s hope it stays that way.
My “favourite” is still the potato gratin that says “take one garlic clove, cut it in the middle and rub it along the inside of your baking dish”
Like, what’s that supposed to do? Impart the memory of garlic onto my dish so that it may share it with the potatoes? Homoeopathy? I’ll take three of those suckers and put them in with the potatoes, thank you very much.
for real, though, why do recipes consistently tell you to use less herbs and spices in than you should. fuck your “two cloves of garlic,” fuck your “half teaspoon of cinnamon,” and you can absolutely go to hell with your “dash of black pepper”
How to respond when someone tries to drag you into shipping or kink discourse when you don't want to
Copy and paste the following:
I understand. You found paradise in America, you had a good trade, you made a good living. The police protected you and there were courts of law. You didn’t need a friend like me. But, now you come to me, and you say: “Don Corleone, do you support this ship/kink?” But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to get involved in your discourse.
SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK