An incurable reader and slack-ass writer working on finding my way back to the things I love. Proud owner of an inappropriate sense of humour, casual geekhood, and a wealth of random usually pointless trivia making any pub quiz night a riot and a half.

There will be whatever I'm currently watching, Steampunk, girls, books, gorgeous far off places, and whatever has taken my fancy reblogged. Usually with commentary.

And be prepared for a LOT of Nikki & Nora as this is definitely an N&N appreciation blog. Additionally heaps of Rookie Blue, Person of Interest, Marvel-verse, and god knows what the hell else. With the re-release and new anime coming out, there may be an explosion of BSSM eventually...

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kingunderthemountain:

ltalian:

matt-meowstic:

t3mp0r4ry:

sirenknights:

Dice Shaming

Literally the best photoset I’ve ever seen on tumblr

What the hell happened to the second to last one

judgement

Second to last one probably got microwaved.

thequeerclone:

the fact that there have no leaked nudes in my dashboard proves that i’m following the right people

c-is-for-circinate:

alphasbehavingbadly:

Internalized ableism is a significant part of Lydia’s character, and if Teen Wolf had a better track record with mental health issues I’d love to see this explored by canon.  (I don’t really trust the writers with this topic though.)

I’ve seen a lot of meta about Lydia’s character development since season one, about how she shed her “vapid popular girl” persona and is now owning her intelligence to the fullest.  But I haven’t seen so much about this side of Lydia.  There’s a big part of Lydia that is still very concerned with appearances, and she knows the stakes are higher now.  It isn’t about crafting the perfect persona for school anymore, it’s about whether or not other people are going to take her seriously as a human being. 

Lydia knows that being crazy means people stop listening to you.  They write you off, they second-guess anything you have to say, disregard your emotional needs, and stick you in an institution when they get tired of dealing with you personally.  She has at least one institutionalized relative that she knows of, and she knows that these things run in families, but that won’t be her, that can’t be her, she won’t be like that, she’ll make sure of it.  (Except she knows, in some corner of her mind, that she is crazy according to her own understanding of what “crazy” means, and this knowledge terrifies her.)

Lydia’s terrified that she isn’t in control of her own mind, and she’s terrified that if she admits this it will completely discredit her.  She hates not knowing how her banshee powers work.  She doesn’t want to lose credibility with her friends, she doesn’t want to be the weak or needy one, she doesn’t want to be seen as unreliable, unstable, deranged, unhinged, incompetent, all the other things that “crazy” probably means to her.

So she relishes the things she can control, like her appearance, her intellect, and her relationships with boys.  She feels triumphant when Allison, Scott and Stiles experience their post- ice bath hallucinations because to her it means she’s “not the crazy one anymore”.  She also distances herself from Meredith.

She’s probably especially afraid to get too close to Meredith, even though Meredith, as the only other banshee she knows, has knowledge and experience that Lydia desperately needs.  She can’t risk getting too close, because she doesn’t want to dwell on the similarities between them, doesn’t want to be associated with Meredith, doesn’t want other people to conclude she’s “crazy” too and start treating her the way they treat Meredith.  So she takes out her frustration on Meredith, she loses her temper and makes biting ableist comments.

Lydia has a lot going on with her mental health.  She has her PTSD from Peter, her grief over Allison, her frustration over her abilities as a banshee, the stress of being on the deadpool and fearing for her life and the lives of her friends.  On top of that, a lot of Lydia’s inner turmoil seems to be compounded by her internalized ableism.  I would really like to see her confronting her beliefs about neurodiversity and mental illness.  Learning that it’s okay to not be okay, it’s okay to have needs that differ from other people’s, learning how to seek out support rather than isolating herself.  It would be a really good source of character growth for her, and an important message for viewers too.

It’s always funny, how characters on this show can make so damn much sense. Everything going on inside Lydia, and her reactions to everything, make so damn much sense. The show just has no idea how to deal with any of it, what to do with it, or how to treat what they’ve created now that they’ve got it.

I have to wonder as well, how much of observing her father’a reaction to her grandmother (that she’s learnt she is so very much like) a has contributed to this? How long has Lydia really heard the whispers and known things she shouldn’t? And after watching her grandmother, in and out of that horrendous place, how much did she bury everything? Furthermore, we now know her grandmother, someone she loved and who adored her, was murdered at a place she’s extremely familiar with.

I hate this show. I hate it because it does some things so amazingly right, and then falls flat on it’s face and it’s so frustrating. Ugh. I never expected it to actually be as good as it can be, but it could be *so* unbelievably much better. And it’s so much like Glee in these stunning moments of brilliance and then moments that make you narrow your eyes and hiss at it.

(Source: scottiles)

fuckyoudad69:

arroyomar:

Dildo attached to a Buzz Lightyear attached to a traffic light (at North 7th Medical)

Finally, I see some real art on this website. 10/10.


I can’t tell if Buzz got confused over which you named Woody he was supposed to be with, or if that’s just the Buzzs day out…

fuckyoudad69:

arroyomar:

Dildo attached to a Buzz Lightyear attached to a traffic light (at North 7th Medical)

Finally, I see some real art on this website. 10/10.

I can’t tell if Buzz got confused over which you named Woody he was supposed to be with, or if that’s just the Buzzs day out…

laoisepotter:

Don’t you hate it when there’s a perfect opportunity for lesbians and the writers just don’t?

heaven is where you build it (hell isn't that bothered) - thesmokinggnu - Person of Interest (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

isagrimorie:

Fandom: Person of Interest (TV) | Good Omens
Pairing: Root/Sam Shaw
Summary: Of Sameen, former Guardian of the Eastern Gate (cutbacks) and Root, who Fell but turned it into a dive.

Run, don’t walk. This is seriously my new favorite Root/Shaw fic, Sameen and Root through the ages and just… its really, really beautiful.

(psst, terapsina, I think you’ll like this!)

Here have a snippet:

“Have you ever been offered something, Sameen?”

She didn’t like the thoughtful look on Root’s face one bit. “Of course.”

“No, you haven’t. Not something you really wanted. What could possibly tempt an angel?” Root’s hand was on her knee now, nails like talons digging down and Sameen knew under the fabric she would find five perfect crescent marks. “I offered her a bite, but she took the apple. Don’t you get it yet? The sin is in the wanting, of taking something on selfish impulse rather than abstaining for the greater good.”

“Then why,” Sameen asked in a low voice, her gaze fixed on Root, “did He punish you?” She prised the serpent’s hand away from her leg and made to stand up.

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

Knowing she would shortly regret it, the angel turned back. “What?”

“That’s one of yours, I believe. I’m asking, who are you to condemn her? How do you know you are better if you have never been tested?”

Root’s eyes with their vertical pupils gleamed in the reflected glow of unfolding anarchy as she stalked across the roof towards Sameen, who was transfixed half way to the stairs.

The angel found herself unable to move as Root reached out and pressed a thumb to the wet smear of blood congealing on Sameen’s cheek. The red liquid settled in the whorls of her thumb and she ran it gently over Sam’s lips painting them in the taste of iron and soot. Root kissed her then as lightly as dust motes on the air, mingling wine and blood and sinful promise.

ariestess:

fuckyourracism:

This short documentary profiles the last fluent speaker of Wukchumni, a Native American language, and her creation of a comprehensive dictionary. Marie Wilcox spent 7 years creating this dictionary which the Yokuts tribe now uses for weekly basic language classes. 

More than 130 Native American languages are endangered in the United States. For some, only a handful of fluent speakers remain. Marie’s dictionary is a tremendous victory against the countless languages eradicated from our history.

Keeping Up Appearances

inspectorboxer:

by Inspector Boxer and zennie 
Person of Interest: Shaw/Root
First Installment of ‘A Series of Collisions

The bass thudded through the speakers, so loud Shaw could feel it like hammer strikes to her chest. She winced at the volume, threading her way neatly through the dancing crowd, a writhing mass of bodies pressing a little too close for her comfort. Perhaps another time she would come back here, take in all that this particular club had to offer, but for now, she had a mission to complete, and she’d gone a little too long without one.

Searching the crowd for a familiar face, she was startled to realize there were no men looking back at her. A quick glance behind her confirmed her suspicion. “A lesbian club.” Her voice was lost to the music, and Shaw shook her head. Leave it to Root to take their occasional flirting to a whole new level. If only she could find the woman amid the sweaty bodies on the dance floor. Shaw’s irritation grew as she pushed through yet another throng of women. She needed higher ground. “And a sniper rifle.”

Spotting the stairs tucked into a dark corner, Shaw headed for them, just reaching the edge of the crowd when the music slowed, changing into something more pulsing and seductive. Senses heightened, Shaw felt Root before she saw her. Long fingers danced lightly over her stomach before tightening, pulling Shaw back against a warm, firm body. Her instincts nearly had her elbowing Root in the solar plexus, but she allowed the intrusion of her personal space, assuming Root had a damn good reason for it.

“Hello, Sameen.” Root’s voice was close, her breath hot on the edge of Shaw’s ear.

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Regardless of whether or not you watch Person of Interest or ship Root and Shaw: you TOTALLY should read this. And then go read the rest of inspectorboxer’s work. Because she’s complete and total magic, and you have no idea what wonderfulness you’ve been missing out on.

Go forth. Read.

Find the rest!

Edit because apparently I’m an ass: YOU ALSO NEED TO READ ALL OF ZENNIE’S FIC WHO CO-WROTE THIS AND HAPPENS TO BE A BAMF FIC WRITER. Not’Too’, not ‘also’. No qualifier. She just fucking is.

It’s hell writing and it’s hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.

Robert Hass (via spectremassani)

(Source: victoriousvocabulary)

bigbardafree:

not-safe-for-earth:

lavandulum:

i’ve stopped trash talking comic sans after learning the font is actually one of the only dyslexia-friendly fonts that come standard with most computers and i advocate for others doing the same

In the event that you would like to continue hating Comic Sans, other dyslexia-friendly alternatives include Arial, Verdana, Tahoma, Century Gothic and Trebuchet.

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The 50 AUs Meme

brighterthanroses:

So I love writing and reading AUs. They’re delicious and multi-faceted, like that latte from your favorite coffee shop. You know, the one you write into all your coffee shop AUs.

The goal of this meme is to write 50 AU fics. There’s no time limit, no deadline. It might…