All the things

[nentuaby]

Heck, I bet there’s a special, secret lounge accessible only to students who convincingly give the door an answer it hadn’t had in mind.

Do you think Ravenclaws ever argue with the door to their tower? I bet they do. Like, the eagle says their answer to the riddle is wrong, but they argue the point and the eagle eventually comes around to their side and lets them in. 

[lullabyknell]

Okay, but I actually think about this all the time. Ravenclaws and their problems with their dormitory door. 

Like, imagine Su Li and Lisa Turpin coming back from dinner having some conversation or another about how they have some Herbology essay due tomorrow and neither of them did it because they were too distracted with a tangent they got on while doing their Potions homework. And Lisa’s going, “Alright, Su, Tony’s already got the books, so we just have to buckle down and do this. We got this. It’s fine. We’ll just go in and work our asses off.” They get to the door and knock, still talking, entirely on muscle memory. They’re barely listening when the eagle asks them, “Where do Vanished objects go?” Lisa’s brain is a little too fried with worry to think at the moment, but she’s not too concerned about getting in because Su looks calm and thoughtful about this one. And then Su turns to her and goes, “Where DO Vanished objects go?” Damn it all to hell, Lisa knows that look. “Su. Su, no. It’s a riddle, Su. It’s just a riddle.” “Yeah, I know it’s a riddle, but it’s also a legitimate question. I mean, Vanished objects have to go SOMEWHERE, right? For you to Conjure them again afterwards? Or are you just creating an identical object out of nothing? Or maybe not nothing… what are Conjured objects made of, do you think?” “Su, we really have to write this Herbology essay.” “I know. But it’s an interesting question. I bet somebody’s done a study on this. I heard Padma say that Conjured objects are different to real ones. Do you think that there’d be a way to tell if your Conjured object was the same one you’d Vanished? Like, if you bespelled it with a charm and it came back with the spells?” “Well… I once heard an upper-year say that Vanishing bespelled objects is tricky. They were looking into it for their Curse-Breaking apprenticeship. But it might be possible. I definitely don’t think it’s possible to Conjure bespelled objects from nothing.” “It might be. I read this book where somebody talked about conjuring a Sneak-o-scope and those are definitely enchanted objects.” “Was it a Gilderoy Lockhart book? Because that sounds like bullshit to me.” “No, I can show you. It was in a Auror’s Memoirs. I just returned them to the library this morning, so I bet nobody’s taken them out yet. And-” “That sounds like an unreliable source.” “AND I was reading this Charms book the other day that referenced a book on the specifics of Vanishing objects that had an author who was an expert in their field and a retiree from the Department of Mysteries with the same last name as the book by the Auror.” “I’m not believing this until I see a source.” “Fine, come on!” The eagle knocker has long since settled back into its resting state by then, Su and Lisa immediately run off to the library, arguing the whole way, and the next day, Professor Sprout gives the extremely apologetic students an extension on the essay while sighing, “Ravenclaws.”

Or imagine there’s some Muggleborn student who has an astrophysicist for one parent and a biologist for the other, and they think magic is amazing, but they’re also really into Muggle science as well. “Which came first,” the eagle knocker asks them at one point, “the phoenix or the fire?” And they’re immediately like, “the fire.” While their friend is like, “Benny, no, that’s not how this works. My brother told me about things like this, it’s one of those paradox questions.” “What? No way. Fire came first.” “Benny…” “Fire is a chemical reaction and, as far as I can tell, phoenixes are a fiery bird that probably evolved just like everything else did on this planet. We’re a really small speck on the cosmic calendar, Raleigh, and I’m saying that unless phoenixes are actually aliens - which would be AWESOME, you-” “Benny…” “-have to admit - fire came first. There are trillions of stars that haved burned and died billions of years before our sun was even born. This is just like that chicken and the egg question, in that it sounds like a paradox but it’s actually not, because the egg existed long before the bird we know as the chicken ever evolved-” “Benny!” “What?” “You… the door opened.” “What? Oh cool. Finally, someone who recognizes science in this nutty place.” About a week later, Benny completely disrupts and derails their Astronomy class by arguing with Professor Sinestra about the school curriculum (that hasn’t been updated in more than fifty years or more) being “WAY TOO OUT OF DATE, PROFESSOR! THIS TEXTBOOK WAS WRITTEN IN 1910! THESE TELESCOPES ARE RIDICULOUS! WHEN’S THE LAST TIME A WIZARD WENT TO AN ACTUAL PLANETARIUM?! OH MY GOD, DO WIZARDS EVEN KNOW THAT THE AMERICANS HAVE GONE TO THE MOON?” And the wizardborn kids are like, “The Americans have WHAT?” While poor Raleigh has his face in his hands and isn’t even surprised.

Or imagine other things. Like that time the first years has to stand around for two hours after the Welcoming Feast because their Prefects gave them a short speech, a small tour, and then got into an “academic disagreement” (as the house of Ravenclaw has come to call them) over the riddle. So there’s this group of eleven-year-olds playing party games in the hall while their fifteen-year-old “mentors” yell at each other over the riddle. And they only got inside in the end because someone actually managed to notice that the first years never came in and “Hey, that’s sort of weird”, and sent some second year to go look for them.

Or when NEWTs season came around, and there was a seventh year SO STRESSED that they came back from the library at three in the morning and when the eagle knocker asked them a riddle, they just burst into tears and sobbed against the door for ten minutes before the eagle awkwardly declared, “Nicely answered!” and let them in anyway.

I mean, Ravenclaws… they’d be a mess.

[jollysunflora]

#oh god I can’t stop giggling#this is so perfect and accurate though????#like#oh my god#I love shit like this#I can just… so perfectly imagine that seventh year just curling up on the floor WEEPING while the eagle is just like….#Rowena never fucking prepared me for this

[entertainmentweekly]

American Gods exclusive first look: Meet Shadow, Wednesday, and Mad Sweeney

Starz’s adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s fantasy novel premieres in 2017

[neil-gaiman]

First Look!

[ohlookashiny]

Holy hell, today is a great day for all the pop culture things I love.

[keeperchat]

Now that it’s been a few days, I want to comment on the incident at the Cincinnati Zoo on 5/28/16 with Harambe the gorilla.  I know the internet is flooded with this subject right now, and I debated whether I wanted to share my 2 cents at all.  Ultimately, though, I feel that in a case like this, my platform via this blog means that I have a responsibility to help people understand.

First and foremost, I extend my deepest condolences to the Cincinnati Zoo family, particularly Harambe’s keepers and the emergency team who responded to the situation.

I’m not here to pass judgment or point the finger of blame. Simply put, I do not work at the Cincinnati Zoo, I was not there when this happened, and I have not heard firsthand accounts of the events from the staff that was involved. When tragedies happen, everyone suddenly thinks they are an expert, and this case is no different. People with no zoo experience and no knowledge of gorillas are blasting their opinions all over social media, and this makes things even more confusing for well-meaning people who may not know how to identify a misinformed bystander’s opinion. Allow me to clarify, based on my profound, firsthand familiarity with the way zoos work.

1. The Cincinnati Zoo is an accredited, responsibly managed, well-respected zoological institution that meets or exceeds AZA regulations in every capacity. These regulations include safety. As a safety precaution, the Zoo – like all zoos of its caliber – has a team of people who are specially trained to respond to emergency situations involving animals. This includes not only animal escapes, but also situations like the one with Harambe where a human is in direct danger because of an animal.

2. The hope is that this emergency response team will never be required to use firearms to neutralize a dangerous situation. However, this is always a possibility because some animals are extremely dangerous and in some situations, there may not be a safer option for the humans involved.

3. As keepers, we must always prioritize human life over animal life. This can be a tough one for people to understand, and of course it can potentially lead to some heartbreaking outcomes, like in the case with Harambe. But no matter how endangered the species is, and no matter how much we love the animals, we simply cannot stand by and allow a human being to die if that human death can be reasonably prevented by euthanizing an animal. This is a hard thing to accept but it’s a necessary truth for our industry. If you can’t wrap your head around it, just imagine how differently this situation would be coming off if the Zoo had not euthanized Harambe and the young boy had been killed.

4. There is so much criticism being thrown at the Zoo over this, but I want to emphasize that this was not a decision that the Zoo made lightly. They didn’t just “give up,” or decide to euthanize because it was “the easy choice.” Trust me – this choice, although clearly necessary and responsible, was not an easy one to make. It was not easy for whoever made the decision to shoot to kill, and it was not easy for the person who pulled the trigger. It is, I can only imagine, a nightmare for Harambe’s keepers. Many people within the Cincinnati Zoo family are feeling this loss very acutely right now, and their hearts are broken far worse than those of some bystanders on the Internet, no matter how good those bystanders’ intentions may be. Bottom line: the Zoo would not have made this decision without VERY good reason to do so, and unless you were a part of that decision-making process, you have no right to pass judgment because you simply do not know what it’s like to have to make a decision like that. It’s easy to sit at your computer and say “they shouldn’t have shot Harambe.” It’s infinitely harder to be the person holding the gun. Have some respect. 5. Yes, that gorilla could have killed that child in a heartbeat.  The way Harambe dragged the child was not “protective.”  If zoo personnel had not intervened the way they did, the child could have easily been killed by that massive, incredibly strong animal, regardless of whether Harambe was actively agressive or not.

6. Tranquilizer darts take time to take effect.  Anyone who has ever seen an animal get darted will tell you that they don’t like it one bit and often react with a burst of aggression.  It was not an option to “just tranquilize him” because there is no “just” about that, in reality.  A tranquilizer dart would likely have spurred Harambe into further aggression, with the child right there to take the worst of it.

7. Zookeepers care about the public’s safety, but we also desperately want to protect our animals. We love our animals; we have devoted our lives to their care.  We know that all it takes is one parent taking their eyes off their kid in Cincinnati… one parent holding their kid over a railing in Pittsburgh… one guy suicidally leaping into an exhibit in Chile… and our animals’ lives are on the line. We are literally one accident, one negligent moment, one idiotic act of bravado, one impulse, one split-second away from being in the same position that those Cincinnati Zoo employees were in. We do our best to keep our visitors safe, but your safety begins with you. If you visit a zoo, you need to help us out a little by using common sense and being extra vigilant, especially when it concerns your children. Many zoo animals are quite capable of injuring or killing a human and would not hesitate to do so if given the chance. The safest exhibit barrier in the world is not a substitute for common sense and paying attention.

8. Yes, zoos are important.  Western lowland gorillas are critically endangered in the wild.  They are literally vanishing off the planet before our eyes.  Captive breeding and population management are crucial if we are to have any hope of preserving this species, not to mention the multitude of other species which the zoo world is fighting to save.  If you’re unclear on the necessity of zoos, I refer you to this post (not mine).  Gorillas are kept in captivity (in responsible, accredited institutions like Cincinnati) for a reason.  Educate yourself. This was a terribly sad situation with a tragic outcome for Harambe, the Cincinnati Zoo staff, and gorillas in general.  I am grateful that the child is okay, and I hope that people will take this as a wake-up call.  Zoos are important.  Gorillas are important.  Animals can be dangerous.  Every action has consequences.  The zoo community is fighting hard against threats to wildlife, and that fight is hard enough without an army of internet activists misdirecting their anger at us when tragedy strikes. If you are able, donate to the International Gorilla Conservation Programme or The Gorilla Organization.

[acewidows-deactivated20180204]

ELODIE JUST POSTED THIS ON HER INSTAGRAM I’M CRYING

[ruinedchildhood]

[crownedsiren]

Okay, if Gryffindor is the house of doing stupid, maybe dangerous things because it’s fun, Slytherin is the house of doing the same things because fuck you, Sarah, don’t tell me what not to do

[slytheringirls]

And Ravenclaws do stupid, dangerous things sometimes because SCIENCE!!

[batmanisagatewaydrug-deactivate]

Hufflepuffs do stupid, dangerous things because our friends are doing it and SOMEONE responsible better be involved

[sssobriquet]

You know, this description actually makes sorting a hell of a lot easier.

[micdotcom]

Watch: Lin-Manuel Miranda’s UPenn commencement speech will move you to tears.

[blogdaniballet]

Miriam Miller #nycb

[livingadreamylife]

(via TumbleOn)

[ohlookashiny]

Aaah we used to dance together! Get it, girl!

[skunkandburningtires]

Creed’s Tessa Thompson is Thor’s New Love Interest

GT reports: Natalie Portman won’t be coming back to reprise the role in the upcoming Thor: Ragnarok.[…]  But it looks like her loss is fans’ gain, because Creed star Tessa Thompson (Dear White People, Selma) is stepping in to the new movie as Thor’s love interest.

Thompson isn’t going to be playing Jane Foster. Deadline says she’ll be “kind of a superhero,” and she’ll show up in other Marvel movies as well. Will she play The Enchantress, or maybe her sister, Lorelei? Let the speculation begin!

[deducecanoe-deactivated20161213]

Why does she have to be the love interest? Why can’t she just be Awesome. Sigh. Not every movie needs a love interest. 

[karnythia]

Because a Black woman playing a love interest (especially in a superhero movie) is groundbreaking representation for Black women.

[audreynical2]

^^^

[ohlookashiny]

Well she won’t be Lorelei, as Agents of SHIELD already had her, but this is awesome!

[linmanuel]

Our winning Easter Bonnet Presentation, sung to the tune of “Alexander Hamilton.” Proud of our company, who raised an insane $516,029 for BCEFA. And grateful to you, who dropped Hamiltons in our buckets for people who need it to live. Thank you. *greatjob*

[ohlookashiny]

*gets up early to go to brunch*

*falls down flight of stairs, sprains ankle*

*is now in too much pain to go back to sleep*

*also does not get brunch*

[wrathofthegiraffe]

I want a reimagining of Hamlet that is completely faithful to the original except that Hamlet is replaced with Craig Middlebrooks from Parks and Rec.

[nicoleanell]

this is my friend Horatio and HE DROVE ME HERE.

[chrisisoninfiniteearths]

Is… is this not basically what Hamlet is like?

[smoretime]

@ofgeography

[ofgeography]

QUEEN GERTRUDE Alas, he’s mad!

HAMLET

OSRIC You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is–

HAMLET

GHOST Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

HAMLET Murder!

GHOST Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

HAMLET Haste me to know’t, that I, with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.

Ghost I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: ‘Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father’s life Now wears his crown.

HAMLET

[sashayed]

FIRST PLAYER

….But if the gods themselves did see her then When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his sword her husband’s limbs, The instant burst of clamour that she made, Unless things mortal move them not at all, Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven, And passion in the gods.’

POLONIUS

Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has tears in’s eyes. Pray you, no more.

HAMLET

[sashayed]

GUILDENSTERN

Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and start not so wildly from my affair.

HAMLET

[sashayed]

HAMLET I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

KING CLAUDIUS O, he is mad, Laertes.

QUEEN GERTRUDE For love of God, forbear him.

HAMLET

[ofgeography]

HAMLET To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there’s the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover’d country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.–Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember’d.

OPHELIA Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day?

HAMLET

[ofgeography]

HAMLET O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.

OPHELIA Nay, ‘tis twice two months, my lord.

HAMLET So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I’ll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there’s hope a great man’s memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches, then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is ‘For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.’

[sashayed]

FIRST CLOWN A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a’ poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the king’s jester.

HAMLET This?

FIRST CLOWN E'en that.

HAMLET [Takes the skull]

[ofgeography]

HAMLET Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.

QUEEN GERTRUDE What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? Help, help, ho!

LORD POLONIUS [Behind] What, ho! help, help, help!

HAMLET [To Polonious]

HORATIO Here’s yet some liquor left.

HAMLET As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I’ll have’t. O good Horatio, what a wounded name–

[ohlookashiny]

today has been a  weird day

and a trying day. trying couple of weeks. (work stuff under the cut)

a student inadvertently showed me a snapchat of another student in an earlier class cutting someone else’s hair while my back was turned during a lab. dear god, i’m one of those teachers now. 

i also had a girl who gave me a lot of trouble earlier in the year tell me that she really liked my class, and teaching, and that she was going to sign up to take my elective next year. 

i’m trying really hard to focus on the good things, but my heart has been racing all night at the thought of having to go back tomorrow. it’s not the same kind of anxiety as the beginning of the year. then, i really wanted to be a good teacher but was so overwhelmed by feelings of failure that i couldn’t function. now i know i can do it, but it’s going to be another 6 1/2 hours of battling with apathetic students, some of whom are truly mean-spirited, scrambling to help kids who have been gone for days or weeks at a time (sometimes they’re sick, mostly they’re truant, and yet it’s still my fault when they don’t know what’s going on) 

especially hard to deal with tomorrow because i am sacrificing my saturday to chaperone a trip to the science fair-- so i get to have a 12 hour workday. next week is short because of a pseudo spring break but i just don’t know how i’m gonna make it. 

i chose this profession because i love working with kids and acting as a mentor, and i really love it when i’m able to do that. however, i didn’t realize how much i depend on validation to feel good about what i do, and that simply doesn’t exist in my job-- i’ll get 2 observations a year where the principal will tell me i’m doing an okay job, but it’s mostly just teenagers being quiet, apathetic, or outright hostile no matter how much effort i put in. 

so, internet strangers or wayward internet friends, if you’ve read this far, i could use a little validation, an internet hug or something.

[thebibliosphere]

I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.

[hadanelith]

I require context. Because this is a very interesting start of a story, and now I need the rest of it. Could I get a link, or a summary, or something? Pretty please?

[thebibliosphere]

All right buckle the fuck up kids, it’s the year 2012 and I’ve just been handed what should be an easy editing gig by my senior editor. It’s a vampire erotica story because one of the final Twilight movies is about to come out, and everything is vampires. Everything. I haven’t edited a single thing in months which isn’t about vampires. I am ready, I can do this. So I open the file and notice there’s a typo in the title, which really should have been my first inkling that something horrendous was about to go down, but you see I’m not quite dead inside yet so I carry on, bushy tailed and bright eyed with my faith in humanity intact. It’ll be dead by page 24, but I don’t know that yet. I’m just editing one more vampire boner fest.

The MC is a girl who we’ll call Sue. Sue is a Good Girl™, Sue is Not Like Other Girls™, she is pale and awkward and a virgin and has somehow managed to find herself a Bad Boy™ for a boyfriend. We’ll call him Dickhead.

Now Dickhead as previously stated is a bit of dick, he tries to pressure Sue into sex because he knows she is The One™ but he loves her really so it’s okay. Except it’s not okay because Sue is a Good Girl™ and holding out till marriage which he’s fine with except he’s got such a bad case of blue balls that one night walking home an attractive stranger lures him into an alley with the words “hey stud” and he follows, dick out before she’s even finished her sentence. Well turns out that was a mistake for Dickhead because she’s a vampire, but not just any vampire, a Dick Biting Vampire. So what started out as a skeevy blow job behind a club that he’ll feel bad about in the morning, turns into him being bitten on the dick and drained of his life essence and left for dead. Except DBV fucked up and now he’s a vampire. Are you still with me? Good, cause it’s about to get weirder.

Realizing he is now an abomination, Dickhead flees, becoming a creature of the night and feeding on animals rather than humans to repent for being such an asshole in life. Sue meanwhile is heartbroken, but carries on valiantly with her life and goes to bed each night crying for the loss of her One True Love™ who she would do anything to bring back. Well guess what Sue, Dickhead never really left you! He’s been “instinctively protecting her from rapists” by hiding out on her roof and fighting hobos who try to get to her open window via the fire escape for months now. Because that’s not fucking terrifying at all.

Upon learning of his predicament and how it happened, Sue can do nothing but blame herself. Oh if only she’d let him touch her secret places, then perhaps all of this could be avoided! Meanwhile Dickhead is having another dilemma of his own, realizing too late that his vampire powers have given him super senses and now he can smell her blood and he can’t decide whether he wants to get with her or eat her. And I don’t mean in the French sense. But he is strong! And over comes his base manly vampire instincts and neither rapes not kills her. Hurrah! And this is so romantic that Sue gives it up, but not before she launches into a theory about how in all fairy tales, True Love saves the day, so maybe her magical pure vagina that has never been touched by anyone, not even her, can bring him back to life. So Dickhead being a dickhead agrees and rips her clothes off, but not before he takes one last moment to marvel at the beauty of her purity, because he will never again look on her again and know she is Pure.

If you’ve only vomited once by now, I applaud your resolve.

So they hop on the good foot and do the nasty, except she is literally so pure in spirit, her flesh burns his. And I quote you from memory because these words are burned into my soul: “her breasts bit into his hands, like crucifix nail nipples tearing at his flesh, but he did not care because he loved her so and couldn’t stop”

This phrase haunts me. I dread that it will be the last thing I think about on my death bed and my last words will literally be “god fucking dammit” as I die, carrying that mental image with me into the afterlife. My own solace is in knowing that I inflicted it on other people too, like @ahzuri who is somehow still with me after all these years.

When the magical burning sex fails to heal him and leaves her bruised, battered and broken with “a dainty blue bells of bruises around her secret flower” (I am genuinely quoting this, I could never make something as horrendous as this up without being on acid) Dickhead leaves. Yeah. Off he fucks, leaving her to the mercy of the hobos at her window, and into the night to be the true monster he really is. But wait, there’s more. Remember the dick biting vampire? Well turns out she has figured out she made him into a vampire and has also been stalking HIM and is totally jealous of Sue, so tries to kill her. But again Sues Purity saves her, because sex before marriage which was done out of True Love is not a sin, so she is still a spiritual virgin and I’ll be honest, I started drinking heavily at this point and it’s all a bit of a blur.

A fight ensues some pages later after Dickhead returns, realizing the mistake he has made. And he rescues Sue from the Dick Biter, but not before he assaults Dick Biter, and calls her a slut for luring innocent men into alleys cuts her heart out by cutting her breasts off, at which point i screamed “THAT’S NOT HOW YOU REACH THE HEART” and my brain short circuited completely and I have no idea how it ends because I realized there was 30 pages left and my soul couldn’t take it. I emailed the chief editor like ?????!!!!!!????!!!!!! and the book was immediately pulled from the work line and the author dismissed from the publishing house. Turns out she was a friend of a friend and that was how she got the manuscript past our entry levels for requirement.

And that’s the story of how an author sent me death threats for over a month because I stopped her shitty vampire porn from ever seeing the light of day. You’re all fucking WELCOME.

[booksomewench]

This was a ride from start to finish OH MY GOD.

[rainbowbarnacle]

[fierceawakening]

Reblogging this again because WHO ELSE REALLY WANTS TO KNOW HOW IT ENDED

[thethunderblade-deactivated2019]

30 pages left?!

Fuck that. You’re a saint.

[rebellymotzkugel]

A true hero. Thank you so much for stopping this…. this.

[hamiltonmusicallove-blog]

Hamilton at the Grammys

[oldbrooklynsoul]

oh my god the Captain America facebook has no chill HAHAHA

[achillesvevo-deactivated2020090]

WHY WOLD THEY DO THAT

[journalofscience]

the Vortex at the centre generated by surrounding fans causes this light fabric to dance. 

work by Daniel Wurtzel

[treasureroftomes-blog]

this is what happens when ghosts get into modern dance