[ain]

wheres the hand though ??? wheres the hand in my unloveable hand ????

[rudygodinez]

Erica Baum, Nine Images from “Dog Ear”, (2011)

A dog-eared page — a folded corner — is the simplest memory system: it marks a stopping point, a favorite passage, a place to remember. Along with marginalia, underlining, and other notational strategies, dog ears map a history of reading and remind us that reading is a physical act: an encounter with words, to be sure, but also a tactile experience with paper and individual pages of a book. A dog ear is legible as a readerly engagement with the material text. Someone read this; someone stopped here. 

Erica Baum’s book Dog Ear (Ugly Duckling Press, 2011) makes this point and takes it further. In Baum’s rendering, the dog ear presents an activist readerly engagement: by folding a page, the reader creates a new site of meaning, a square of text to be encountered not as placeholder but as a rich cluster of words, selected (appropriated, deformed) by the reader’s hand. 

[voirlvmer]

“You who never touched anything without wanting to destroy it. You who never loved anything at all.”

— Yves Olade, from “Cut”

[wafflewarrior111]

So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.

I'm going to try it.

[missroserose]

I love the lawyer metaphor, because whenever I see “John knew that...” in prose writing I immediately think “how?  How does he know it?”  Interrogate your witnesses.  Cross-examine them.  Make them explain their reasoning.  It pays dividends.

[heck-in-a-handbasket]

All of this, but also feels/felt. My editor has forbidden me from using those and it’s forced me to stretch my skills.

[timhortons]

I think I'm falling for you😳

get up

[sawasawako-archived]

not to be a hater on main but i really do think fandom - like the entire framework of it - has done irreparable damage to the way we as a culture consume & respond to media. the more time i spend in these spaces, the more convinced i become of this

[soracities]

the world is brighter where we brush against each other. always. always.

[mushfae]

via veganmattison

[spillsnchills]

When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

I see that, and raise you a character who knows they’ve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

Okay but like the character who doesn’t realize they’ve been hurt trying to see if everyone else is okay only to slowly realize that everyone is looking at them with mounting horror. Then they touch their side to find it’s wet and oh no

[kvothbloodless]

all 3 of you are evil but i admire, respect, and fear you

[mossyredwood]

I keep accidentally finding cool teapots

[4yuel]

[kafk-a]

Joan Didion, South and West

[villette1853]

self portrait at 28, david berman // futile devices, sufjan stevens // aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe, benjamin alire sáenz

[electraheart2012]

"you didn't know me when i was 13." "i really wish i did."

speedy ortiz / yohji yamamato / walk the moon / justine kurland / eloise klein healy / isao yukisada / phoebe bridgers / wren @peoplehood

[meangirlnurse]

in my lesbian opinion i think we should, like, collectively take the word “twink” away from people who aren’t actually mlm 

[denialandavoidance]

[noodles-07]

I don’t think that we as a community talk enough about how minecraft is fundamentally…. very lonely. And terrifying, if you think about it long enough.

You wake up one day with quite literally nothing but the clothes on your back, in an endless world that at first glance is completely void of other people, anybody who you could befriend or communicate with. 

Over time you meet villagers and maybe tame animals, but… still. The only things in this world that resemble you are long dead- zombies and skeletons, the living remains of other people, people who were once alive and, like you, living in this world. You have no way to know what happened to them.

When you think about it… there’s no reason for the player character to know a spoken language. Villagers don’t speak it, animals can’t communicate, the only person to talk to would be yourself. And over time, even that would become bad company.

Even if you become at home here, set down your roots and become comfortable in this world, that doesn’t change the fact that you are fundamentally alone.

Can you tell I’ve thought too much about this as a horror concept?

[noodles-07]

Adding on to this, because adhd brain has made me overthink this greatly: 

The little hints that other people like us did exist once only make it scarier. 

Who dug the mineshafts? Who built the temples? Who spent enough time thriving in this world to build stuff like ocean monuments…. and what could have killed them off and left so few traces?

It may even have been recent that they vanished, if the villages are anything to go by. Those houses are small, but still standing. The villagers can’t pick stuff up or build like we can. Who built them and what happens when they decay and the villagers can’t repair them?

Maybe it has something to do with the endermen- they can move blocks around, and their speech is jarbled human speech. It would explain the “Free The End” advancement. 

But still. How long ago did these people- people like the player, people who were capable of building and living in ways that mobs just can’t- how long ago did they live? And what took them out?

And why are we the only one left standing?

[anynameisbetterthanmyfirstone]