Caroline Haggerstone of Buntingden Lane

I'm a lazy ass who doesn't deserve the gifts mother nature bestowed on me.

[alexalblondo]

the fact that this is EXACTLY what happened

[twopoppies]

You're not embarrassed being an old woman and being in tumblr? I would rather die that my grannies have an actual account on tumblr for celebrities rho

Why would I be embarrassed for having interests I enjoy? My guess is that you’re really, really young. And that maybe you don’t actually have solid relationships with adults who have lives outside of parenting or work. But I hope for you that when you’re my age you have hobbies that bring you happiness. And that by that point you realize that trying to shame someone for being an adult only makes you look too immature to be in adult spaces, which Tumblr is.

When I was 20, I loved music, making art, writing and reading good stories, fashion, talking about popular culture, making friends, going to concerts… You’d be surprised how little changes when you’re my age. I just have way more money and time to enjoy those things now. I’m only 55. I’m not dead. I’m also not a “granny”, but even if I was, I’d probably still like all of those things.

Ageism isn’t cute, love. And I sure don’t ever see people telling men they shouldn’t go to football games or have their little “fantasy football leagues” or wear their favorite player’s merch. For every comment you guys like to say is misogynistic (but isn’t), this is one that really reeks of it.

[twistedchickness]

What she said. ^^^ I am well over 60, I have been in fandom since I was 12, one way or another, and I ain’t leaving. And misogyny is never attractive.

[atlinmerrick]

I’ll be 60 soon and ha ha ha I’m in fandom forever.

(Enjoy your time with other children anon. And I promise you, they’re not creating all the content you love.)

[dduane]

Just turned 70 this last May. 

I am a fan. I’ve been a fan of one or another book series, TV show or comic since I was eight. I’ve been in organized, convention-going and print-based fandoms since I was old enough to vote. My generation invented online fandoms, and I’ve been in them from almost the very beginning of online. I’ve been on CompuServe and AOL and LiveJournal and the other earliest platforms where fandom congregated: Tumblr’s merely one of the newer ones. 

If some adorable, entitled, wet-behind-the-ears wee nonny thinks they’re going to roll up and have a little self-righteous fun shaming some senior Tumblrina into buggering off of here because she’s An Old—and should therefore (by their way of thinking) be embarrassed for enjoying the manifestation of her continuing passion for the best in media along with others, in long-standing community— Well, they’ve got another think coming. 

…And oh yeah: You don’t like it? Then just get off our lawn, sweetiecakes. We were here long before you were, and (if you’re so easily embarrassed) we’ll still be here long after you’re gone. :)

(waves) (And hey, hi there, Atlin!)

[neil-gaiman]

Yup.

[periodedits]

NORTH AND SOUTH Episode 4

[lepetitdragonvert]

Early Poems of William Morris

1914

Artist : Florence Harrison

« Sir Peter Harpdon’s End »

[lady-lye]

Alayne Stone / Princess Sansa Stark (2/?)

Uh.. hi! It has been a strong two months since I very brazenly announced my plan to draw every female ASOIAF character. Well, I never said I’d do it QUICKLY. Life happens! I won’t go into detail. So here is Alayne/Sansa. I also drew her in her Sansa era but it was kind of giving depression vibes so I probably won’t post it. Plus I don’t want to commit to having people appear twice in this series– it would make the Arya situation a nightmare. Anyway. I appreciate all the lovely asks I’ve gotten about characters and YES I WILL DO THEM though I might be 93 by the time I finish. See you in 2023

ALso! I’m thinking of opening up a couple commissions this winter, let me know if you would be interested. <3

[callese]

refseek.com

www.worldcat.org/

link.springer.com

http://bioline.org.br/

repec.org

science.gov

pdfdrive.com

[growing-yet-into-magic]

Worldcat is my bestie and my one true love!! Not only does it tell you what library a book is at, but it also price compares different used book sites against each other for easy view! It's how I got Tarot For the Master for $10!!

[eirene]

After the Masquerade, 1890

Alexander Nikanorovich Novoskoltsev

[lorica-art]

Beruthiel

[flightlessartist]

saw this stunning picture of jupiter the webb telescope took and i couldn’t just not draw her✨

✦ (prints of the drawing linked here)✦

[elinordash]

@usergif back to cool event | challenge 1: BLENDING ↳ NORTH AND SOUTH (2004)

So you are going. And never come back?

[beidak-art]

Or have you come by again to die again? Well, try again another time.

[cinematv]

Only Murders In The Building

↳ S02 E10 • I Know Who Did It

[whoawaitwhatt]

If this doesn’t get taken down, it’s a Christmas miracle- if you have a guess at what story is being told here, reply with it ;)

[levy-tran]

ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING 2.07 | 2.09

[yeslitaf]

Fanfic: Into the Wood Ch 1, A song of Ice and Fire | FanFiction

Chapter 46 update!!

[salsita]

It so fucking good. I'm amazed that it's still going.

[amplifyme]

I’m having really sad Sandor Clegane feels right now - or maybe it’s the bottle of pinot noir I’m s l o w l y working my way through. Whatevs. Just thinking about how crappy his life must have been after Gregor shoved his face in the coals and what it must do to the psyche of a child, to be so badly disfigured and to know that there’s absolutely no way to escape it. To wake every morning knowing you’ll have to face the looks and the whispers of the people around you and the ones who turn away or can’t even meet your eye. To know that, for whatever reason, the father you once looked to to mete out justice and protect you has chosen instead to ignore the horror inflicted upon you. To realize that all the stories and songs you once adored and believed true are nothing but lies perpetuated to cover for the harsher truth that knights are killers in fancy clothes and fair maidens are the exception rather than the rule. To be slowly consumed by a rage so visceral and so deep that the only way you can find joy is through spilling other men’s blood. To be sworn to protect a child you know has tendencies toward the sadistic and then spend your days wondering if the influence you’ve had on him is in some way responsible for his specific kinks - or if not, if anything you could ever do could change that or might instead cost you your life in the trying.

And then imagine Winterfell and the family you encountered there and how they were a family, as yours should have been but never was. And amongst them a beautiful, innocent girl who believes in those songs and those tales of chivalry and gallantry and even after the horror she lived through in King’s Landing refused to see your truth as the only truth. And you find yourself hating her and wanting to protect her and seeking her out and needing to make her see and instead she twists you around like a leaf on the wind and makes you question everything you’ve come to believe and somewhere deep inside you awakens these feelings you’ve tried so hard to ignore for all these years. And it’s no longer as simple as hate or love or obsession or a need to protect something fragile and beautiful that deserves protecting. It’s none of those things and it’s all of those things.

And then you have to leave her behind and you try to drown all those feelings in wine until one day, by fate or chance, you encounter her sister. And the little she-wolf reminds you of the girl and also of yourself and first she’s an opportunity to get back some of what you’ve lost. But then, day by day, it becomes something more than that and you find yourself protecting her, too, and making choices you might never have made before and risking your own life for hers. But in the end she leaves you as you left the older sister, her anger still too fresh and immediate to be able to look past it. And you find yourself dying on the bank of a river, with absolutely nothing left to you but memories and regrets and the all-consuming pain.

And not once, not once, from anyone else’s recollections or encounters with you, has there been any mention of a single shred of self-pity on your part. Not a one.

Imagine being Sandor Clegane. And cry for him, because he will not shed a tear for himself, but only for the man he could have been.

[1i1ium-cand1dum]

The Women of Amphissa (1887) by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1836–1912)