They are just so comfortable around each other. It’s so intimate.
They’re so beautiful. And so in love.

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They are just so comfortable around each other. It’s so intimate.
They’re so beautiful. And so in love.
The reason we know this:
Is love,
And this:
Is friendship,
is because this:
Is a man with a woman,
And this:
Is a man with a man,
So it seems obvious that these people:
Are in a heartbreaking love triangle,
While these people:
Are all happy as hell.
Sometimes an audience confuses
Romance
with
Bromance
and although
Heartbreak
might look similar to
Sulking
or
Intimacy
similar to
friendly comfortableness,
They are actually
Very
Different
And it´s always easy
To tell
Them apart.
If you know how to
Spot
The signs.
The error is obvious really,
These stories have nothing in common.
Can you guess why?
Do you want me to spell it out for you?
The reason that these stories are completely different is that this one:
Is over now,
but this one
Has only just begun.
And is never over. It’s always 1895
Oh I love this post so much ❤
And one of the many reasons I love fanfiction so much is that the readers and talented writers understand this.
If you see this on your DASHBOARD please re-blog so that the previous blog knows they haven't been muted!!!
Obviously know my own answer, but why (for you) is Alex Kingston the most awesome human/actress? :)
Okay tumblr deleted my first attempt at this so it may be a bit shorter but okay first of all Alex is an INCREDIBLE actor she can play any role and okay I know jack about acting theory and WHY she’s so good but I do think part of it is that she brings so much heart and compassion to all her characters? Like River Song, Moff admitted she was written as a femme fatale, a typical gun toting space vixen; but that Alex brought another dimension to her. That she gave her courage and kindness and stubbornness and all these other qualities. Moff said after that he literally just writes whatever he wants because he knows Alex will do it perfectly. And then there are roles she does where you’re not supposed to side with the “villain” (Lisa Locke, Lady Macbeth) she makes you feel for these women even if you don’t agree with their actions. (I mean, Alex is part of the reason I’m a shakespeare scholar bc it was the first time I saw a Lady Macbeth that made sense to me and I loved it.)
Also okay her MICROEXPRESSIONS I swear to god are fuckin witchcraft. She’ll just widen her eyes slightly or purse her lips and I’m SHOOK.
And Alex as a person is just the sweetest. She’s so kind and down to earth and friendly and dirty minded which I adore. She’s so unapologetically herself. She doesn’t confirm to Hollywood standards of fashion or beauty. She does what she wants and wears what she wants even if that means fuckin weird ass electronic cat ears.
She’s been through a lot of shit and still maintains an this optimistic outlook and treasures life and doesn’t take it for granted and that’s just so heartwarming for me and gah I had more but I can’t remember all my gushing but basically Alex is the best and I love her.
[ ask me about anything, or just come say hi! ]
Let’s talk about Alex’s microexpressions though!!
Look at her eyes and her mouth and the slight tilt of her chin as the Doctor reaches in to kiss her cheek. Suddenly she goes from stern and confused to pleased and loving. The way her face just shifts and gives you a mood is amazing. And that’s not even really micro. Look at this!
Look at the way you see whole expressions form and flow into new ones with the slight tilt or her head. Or the way her nostril flares slightly and her eyebrow quirks just so. That’s serious control and understanding and a deep connection to feeling.
Tldr: Alex Kingston is a fucking master of microexpressions and I love her and her face.
yeah I’m just gonna go ahead and swoon at her brilliant feet.
We all have that one fic that we were so excited to write, that we had a wonderful time writing, that we are really proud of….and it doesn’t get any attention.
Raise a glass to all those fics that didn’t find their audience.
So all my writing, then?
I just want to add… be patient. I reblogged this ages ago with one particular fic in mine that I wrote one summer. I love this fic. I love it beyond reason and whenever someoene kudoses or comments on it I do a little dance of glee (and i tell them so!).
Recently it was noticed by a couple of people and recced. This is YEARS after it was written. I fell over. I screamed. I danced around the room.
So just… be patient. Love that fic to pieces after the fact. And maybe someone will find it, too.
I feel this way about my rare pairs.
so basically be patient and love yourself in the meantime.
Got it!
I’m going to be a Professor some day, am I? How exciting! Spoilers!
this woman is the epitome of fabulous. I love her two hearts’ worth.
Listen, being a fanfic writer is the weirdest thing. You write alone, building a world in your brain, seeming like a normal crazy person in this large world. But then you post the story and it’s like a revelation. The gates of heaven and hell open simultaneously and you’re left in a dilemma because you are the focus of a thousand eyes and you are the focus of a thousand eyes. You might not even be using your given name and might be the most ignored person in the ‘outside world’ but in the space of your laptop screen and that story, you become some sort of a fairy godmother who grants the deepest wishes of people craving more stories.
Then you come onto Tumblr or some other site where fandoms hound, where you meet other people. Some of them turn out to be writers who have made you weep into your sodden pillow at 3 a.m. because of a 11 chapter fic. You feel like a termite in comparison to them and stare intensely at their blogs every day, creating wondrous imaginations about how they might be. There are pedestals for gods and then there are thrones for these mere mortals who are immortal in your opinion. You have hated the kudos button for restricting your love for them. You don’t dare to look them in the eye or chat with them.
And then one day they reblog one of your posts or like it or do something equally simple. You hear angels cry and have endless internal screaming chants, with a few tears trickling down your cheeks. You think you have achieved nirvana. Is there anything more to do in this worthless hellsite life, you wonder. What more could you ask for?
So you try to act mature and think you have made a fool of yourself.
Turns out, they’re equally pathetic as you and have been gushing over your work as well.
You learn quickly that you’re all on the same boat and that moment, that moment of realization is when you understand why words are magic and writers are ridiculously human.
Fanfic writers are the most attention seeking, tired, annoyed, dorky people and anyone who thinks that they are people you need to admire from a distance needs to try having a chat once. You’ll find the resemblance of lost puppies or old cats.
I keep forgetting that there are so many of us and in some weird way we all get it. it really is... incredible.
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Well... yeah if you just wanna hit the nail on the head like that...
I’m back
so here’s the thing. I wasn’t expecting to leave waaaaaaaaay back when I did. I kind of ghosted myself. Just pulled up stakes from a lot of points in my life and retreated into my introvert “gonna ignore the world for a bit” shell.
I got off tumblr and stopped writing (or at least posting) fiction and fanfic and pics and stuff. I stopped talking to people and said I was fine when I wasn’t and let a lot of stuff I shouldn’t have go. A lot of it I want back and can’t have, but I’m making strides for the stuff I know I can (and double checking that it’s good for me before I do that.) And they may be little strides now, basically baby steps, but hopefully I’ll unleash my inner motivatrix and really hit the ground running soon.
In the meantime, I’m back. I probably won’t be full-on here I am!!!!! but I’m back. And it feels... good.
It’s just not Thanksgiving without it...
I’ve been singing the “Eat Me! Hey it’s Thanksgiving Day!” song for like a week, and while I don’t have Wednesday’s speech memorized anymore, this scene, this movie, this family always cheers me through the holidays, Halloween to New Years and really any time of year.
Whoever you’re with and wherever you are, I hope YOU have a wonderful day - today, tomorrow, and the next.
NaNoWriMo
well. November again. And I’m here, trying to write. I even have a actual story to focus on this year too... and I can’t seem to write. Work affords me a bit of time to pen thoughts or say “does this really work?” or see where something is going, but constant interruptions are not the best way to go about that, and even when I have time to transcribe notes or flesh out those bits that go [something... here] I can’t seem to manage.
I hate it just a little, since I’m either not writing at ALL or am writing stuff unrelated to what I’m supposed to be working on. Why don’t l just live in a quiet cabin somewhere with limited internet access and no distractions? Of course then I’d spend all my time watching movies, drinking tea and cocoa, and waiting for some fangirl-appropriate type to come a-knocking on my door...
Let’s at least hope I make some substantial headway by Thanksgiving. Hate the idea of another year wasted.
I can kind of relate a little bit.
wow. yeah. Patty was kind of... me in school.
but I would’ve voted for Holtzmann in a homeschooled heartbeat.
just... yay!
some people cover forgetting a line with grace, dignity, something that wasn’t written but works anyway... then there’s this glorious vixen.
if I had access to unstable chemicals and open flames... yeah this would probably be me too.
It’s our science mobile. And I’m about to go with my science friends, and we are about to do real work.
this is funny and brightens my day and I want it on my feed. I hate when people do this to me, but I’d probably forgive Holtzmann. Although I’d be wedged in the front seat between her and Abby so... also wouldn’t happen.
Ok so Solange is a human dream catcher. Got it.
or does she prefer “Our Lady of the Booty Shorts”?