27, [she/her], Lithuanian. I'll only respect your opinion if it doesn't disrespect someones existence.Ā I'm mostly here to have fun... But I will fight you!
The parking attendant paused by the double-length bay. Intended for mobile homes and cars with trailers, it was currently occupied by a sleeping dragon.
No parts of it extended beyond the lines, and the paper ticket was clearly displayed, impaled on a horn.
Not "The Character did nothing wrong" or "The Character is irredeemably awful" but a secret third thing: The Character may display moments of deep love & compassion, may even have a strong sense of ethics, and may also be capable of brutal cruelty that is irreconcilable with those traits. The constant tension between the different sides of The Character's nature is exactly what makes them compelling, and attempting to reduce them down to simply "a terrible person" or "innocent & misunderstood" is missing the point of the questions a media with nuanced characters is asking you to consider
I'm in a little local cafe and the women behind the counter started griping to each other, "Oh Christ, Stephen's back again," "It's him, is it? I thought he'd stopped coming," "It's definitely him, look, it's bloody Stephen on a Thursday morning," "Do you want me to get rid of him or are you going to do it?" and so I was peering outside, trying to spot this nightmare customer, this pestilence of a person, this pox upon the cafe trade, and then one of the women from behind the counter ran outside, clapping two trays together loudly and yelling "GET OUT OF IT, STEPHEN!" and it turns out that Stephen is an absolutely gigantic fuck-off seagull who hangs around outside, menacing people for crumbs
this ot3 is putting the "romance" back in "necromancers." yes it is a canon ot3. this is queer gothic horror with sexy cannibalism, sexy blood magic, and sexy body horror bugs. and an HEA if you like that sort of thing
yes. sexy body horror bugs. i said what i said.
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need convincing???? synopsis under the cut. but imagine if The Locked Tomb happened in Victorian London. or, if Sweeney Todd was gay and didn't die at the end. or, if Penny Dreadful was a gay revenge love story and Vanessa Ives did Forbidden Catholic Blood Magic
A queer, gothic horror romance set in a necromancy-tinged London, sure to entrance fans of The Death of Jane Lawrence and Mexican Gothic. [[and also The Locked Tomb. seriously, we should have put The Locked Tomb in the marketing. can't think of everything, guys]]
London, December 1849-
Irene Shallcross Haley has dedicated her life to necromancy, a forbidden, reviled art that is passed along through sentient grimoires bound in human skin. With her undead husband St. John--a marriage of kindred spirits and platonic convenience--she has been protecting the knowledge of generations of witches that came before her. Like any magic, it has come at a cost: her reputation, her relationship with her sister, and her soul. But when Irene's love, Agnes, is hanged for witchcraft, Irene refuses to let Agnes be one more thing that is taken from her.
A true resurrection has not been achieved in two thousand years, but Irene is determined. With the help of St. John, Irene bangs on the doors of the Halls of the Dead, demanding the third part of their triumverate back...or did she? Because the Agnes that awakens comes with both a hunger for raw flesh and a malignant ghost tied to her soul.
Necromancy is the art of saying no--no, I won't let you go; no, I won't let you be destroyed--and Irene's work is not yet done. She must find a way to bring Agnes back to her true self, she must navigate her feelings for her resurrected lover as well as St. John, and she must do all of this without catching the attention of Sir Silas Underhill, the man who sentenced Agnes to death.
Death is not the end of love. But Irene may realize it can actually be the beginning.
there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.
short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.
meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.
a thing about me is i basically never notice a wig or other kind of hairpiece in tv/movies. it has to be party city territory for me to even twig it. people will complain about characters' wigs looking bad and i will nod along but there is like a 90% chance i did not notice for a second while watching. i consider this mostly a blessing.
it must be so freeing to be as stupid as a ceo. not a single thought echoing through that hollowed out skull. you get paid more money in 20 minutes than a handful of small countries make in a year combined to say the biggest number you can think of and if your company doesnāt hit that number you get to fire all of them
we want to entertain one billion people a day and to achieve that goal weāre going to fire every single game developer weāve ever hired ššš
The end state of "criticizing my methods is the same as criticizing my goals"-style thinking is that you're repeatedly bumping into a glass door, and when someone says, "you can't walk through that, you need to use the handle," you just go "oh, so you hate when people GO OUTSIDE??"
Generally when it comes to obligations wrt how you use a social media account, anything that contradicts the principle of You Are Always Allowed To Log The Fuck Off is inherently suspect.
If an issue is important, that's all the more reason to say "if I don't have the time and energy to engage with this issue properly, then I should avoid interacting with it until I have the capacity to make sure I'm not spreading misinformation."
every so often people start liking and reblogging this post from me, and every time i forget how funny it is until i watch it again. hey bentn. donāt crap ya paants if ya see a vampire out deeah. get lost. you wouldnāt recognize a gaddam vampire if one jumped up and bit you on the end of your fucken dick. So just get off my back.
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