Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”
“it doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a word”
i’m pretty sure that’s the point of words
to mean established things in order to make communication possible
Help me prove a point
I have never reblogged anything faster.
Unfortunate for the books, but speaks loads about the quality of some fan fics
You have no idea how many
HELL YES I HAVE <3
Skull, found in France, with a knife still embedded it it. The skull belonged to a Roman solider who died during the Gallic Wars, ca. 52BC. It was on display at the Museo Rocsen in Argentina.
Whenever I see things like this, I wonder how they died. I guess it will always be a mystery.
I’m gonna go with “Stabbed through the head”
So over at Digger, at long last, we’re getting Ed’s backstory.
I can’t imagine it’s a spoiler for anybody to learn that Ed’s story is an unhappy one.
And y’know, it’s funny. I’ve known his story for YEARS, I have mulled it over in the back of my brain and planned it out on sleepless nights, and yet, as I write it down, I still find myself hurting for poor Ed. Feeling bad for your own creations may be a sign of lunacy, I dunno, but I think it helps—I write out the narration and it’s like exploratory surgery, finding the phrases that hurt the most.
It’s sort of a relief to have it out, at last—I’ve been the only one who knew Ed’s history, and there’s a certain catharsis in finally sharing it.
Of course, there’s also more than a little fear—this is dark stuff I’m dicing with, and at the end of it, I don’t have a clearcut moral, and I’m treading on some very thin emotional ice, and I more-than-half-suspect that by NOT having a clearcut villain and blameless victim and so forth, I’ll piss some people off, and having all the usual gender roles reversed, since they’re hyenas, is probably not gonna buy me any slack on that front.
(Okay, okay, this may not make any sense right now—come back in a month, really.)
But I gotta say…and this probably makes me a bad person, but other writers admit to it too, so I’m not the only one…there is a really EVIL glee involved as well. I have been setting this sucker up for YEARS. I may yet screw up the ending, I may lose the reader, I may wallow too much in misery before we hit the end and leave people feeling pissed-off and manipulated instead of emotionally moved, but for the moment, by god, I have the readers by the emotional short hairs, and I intend to pull.
There is obviously a sadistic streak in writers, and it’s kind of scary how fun it is sometimes, when you feel you’ve really earned it.
6 months in jail for being a responsible father.
How!! How, do you possibly justify that
he’s black, that’s how you justify it
No, apparently it’s not because he paid too much, it’s because he paid late. As for the ‘seeing his son too much’ part, the problem is that he’s accused of keeping his son away from the boy’s mother. Which is, you know, a bad thing.
OMG at some point I need to share this photo I took of the toy aisle at Target. There were SW figures, and most were sold down to only one or two but there were like six or seven Leias left - Bikini Leia, of course. Fucking Bikini Leia. So of course next time the company is going to say “Well gosh, Leia didn’t sell very well, I guess nobody wants female action figures.”
Gee, I wonder why parents don’t buy female figures for their kids when the only option you give them is the fucking sexualized one??