kind of love when i’m the only passenger on the bus. princess of the road.
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kind of love when i’m the only passenger on the bus. princess of the road.
rereading the whole series, I'm on Victory of Eagles at the moment. the level of laurence's self alienation and the violence of the whiplash that comes when tharkay "laurence what are you doing"-s him is insane. like laurence is in killing machine mode, not even paying attention to temeraire (!!!); tenzing deus ex machina tharkay flies into camp in the early days of march, goes "i would prefer not to" at laurence's order, adds on a "laurence what are you doing", and our iceman literally starts bawling right then and there. cries for ten minutes, has a crisis at tharkay's own way of life, and goes out at once to apologise to his dragon. insane. the kind of emotional rollercoaster that would have me in bed for three days straight.
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if i was a soccer player i'd simply kick that ball in the goal instead of wasting everyone's time
i love you jane my dear girl who never had a conversation in her life
Reblog this and tell me what was your biggest crying over a piece of fiction. You can be vague if you don't want to spoil.
It has come to my attention that some of you have never seen what I firmly believe to be the greatest music video of all time: Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart. It is the perfect marriage of a galactically bombastic power ballad and a writhing mass of 1980s video clichés, thrown into the path of a wind machine and blasted down a moodily lit corridor into the realm of legend.
In case you’re wondering what the heck they were thinking of when they made it, I remember Bonnie once explaining on TV that it’s about the dreams of a headmaster’s daughter, hence all the boys in (and out of) uniform. In retrospect, the whole shebang is quite fascinatingly female gaze-y, and I’m pretty sure it was a major formative influence on my pubescent imagination.
And yes, there is also a very amusing literal version, but for my money, the original is definitely the most hilarious…
A sad and deeply fond farewell to Bonnie Tyler (1951–2026). May somersaulting ninja schoolboys sing you to your rest.
awesome awesome interview with Emily Wilson
the inaugural women's professional baseball league teams
the article going over the whys of the names of anyone wants it is here, and it made me nearly cry at my desk:
https://www.womensprobaseballleague.com/2026/07/08/introducing-the-first-four-inspired-by-legends/
Ohhhhhhh! [article here]
Boston Hunters:
New England’s coastal hunter, the osprey doesn’t circle and wait. It picks its target, folds its wings, and hits the water talons first. We move fast and we move first, striking out the competition without hesitation. The Hunters are inspired by Harriot Hunt who, like the osprey, set her mind on a goal and made it happen. A trailblazing physician, she was one of the first women to practice medicine professionally in the USA, despite being denied admission to Harvard twice because of her gender. Like Harriot, the Hunters are ready leave their mark on history books.
Los Angeles Queens:
Inspired by our namesake, Lizzie Murphy – nicknamed the “Queen of the diamond”- the LA Queens are built on the confidence, presence and influence she carried throughout her trailblazing career, qualities that also define Los Angeles. Lizzie Murphy broke barriers at a time when opportunities for women in pro sports were extremely limited, showing the world how true talent rises to the top. We carry the Queen of the diamond’s legacy, channeling her confidence, ambition, and style. It’s time to claim the throne.
New York Heights:
Built around the ambition, intensity and relentless standards associated with New York, the Heights demands excellence. Just like our namesake, Dorothy Height, we’re ready to rise to the occasion. One of the most influential leaders of the civil and women’s rights movements, Dorothy Height dedicated her life to advancing equality for all. As we take the field, we‘re inspired by her confidence, leadership, and unwavering commitment to her goals. Just like Dorothy Height, we‘re ready to rise to the occasion and change the game.
San Francisco Firebells:
Forged in fire, inspired by the rebellious spirit of Firebelle Lil. San Francisco has burned and rebuilt more than any other American city, but like a phoenix, each time we’re knocked down we come back stronger. As a teenager, Lillie “Firebelle Lil” Hitchcock Coit famously leapt into action to help San Francisco volunteer firefighters battle a blaze on Telegraph Hill. She became an icon for the firefighters, known for rebellious attitude and open defiance of the gender norms of the time. Like Firebelle Lil, we show up and show out, bringing our energy, pride, and ambition with us every time we hit the field.
Higgledy piggledy, turning and turning as gyres are widening, centers unheld,
things fall apart and there’s anarchy everywhere; falcons fly freely and can’t be compelled.
Dimming the tide there is blood in the water and everywhere customs of innocence drowned.
Held by the worst is a fervent intensity; lacking conviction the best run aground.
Surely there must be some kind of apocalypse; surely epiphany must be at hand!
Visions unbidden from Spiritus Mundi of something awakening out on the sand:
Head of a man with a leonine frame and a pitiless gaze that’s as blank as the sun;
sleep became nightmare by passage of centuries long before eons of slumber were done.
Higgledy piggledy, beast of antiquity, imminent, just as the prophecies warn,
shambling slowly but revelatorily, slouching towards Bethlehem, there to be born.
in actual uncontrollable sobbing fits of laughter over my mom's "EW ORK CITY" tshirt like i don't think enough oxygen is reaching my brain rn i'm laughing so hard
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