The Surly Salty Sailor

A Canadian Navy Sailor/Writer. Ask me anything you like! Avid Discworlder/Witcher fan.

[albertothechihuahua]

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

[jaxblade]

ehh what the hell

[jaxblade]

OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……

WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD

[jaxblade]

yooooo

yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..

OH MY GOD

OH MY F*CKIN GOD

THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!! 

Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC 

[que-pasadena]

I need to believe in the heart of the post…

[perlexnoire-deactivated20150716]

Oh? Well… *reblag*

[zer0will2live]

i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko

[qslay]

I have nothing to lose

[stoicdaydreamer]

my palm was itchin today not riskin it

[astripperstory]

I always reblog the money posts cause I can’t afford not too lol

[brownsugarempress]

It works. I just got $300 for no reason.

[thecrybabbles-deactivated201605]

Money dog is my friend

[yeaimcoollikethat-deactivated20]

Money dog is the shit

[anttom2016-blog]

I believe in the money dog😀

[princedhunglow-deactivated20181]

I believe in the money 🐶

[cosmic-noir]

Bless me pls money pup 🙏🐕

[crip-jesus-deactivated20190301]

Just woke up 🙌🏿

[totheonedegree]

Pplease😭🙏🏽

[marvelismylife]

Doing this again because last time I reblogged this I got $50

[beep-beep-richie-trashmouth]

y’all I have $88 in my account I need all the help I can get

[genomynt]

My aunt sends me $1,000…. and I’m Asian SO IMAGINE HOW BIG THAT FOREIGN EXCHANGE IS

[in-which-i-pretend-to-write]

not risking it

[mothmantheman]

Please money dog!!! Have compassion on me!!!

[b00bconnoisseur]

ME TOO!! I NEED MONEY FOR WATERCOLORS AND THE TRENCH ALBUM

[rafs13]

I need this now. GOD make a miracle I write this in existence

[remade35567643234543]

UH???? they just found oil on my grandparents’ land??? THANK YOU MONEY DOG!!!

[witcheshaven]

Moon Phases by Cocorrina

[neuxue]

Okay I know we always go on about Marvel’s uncanny casting ability. 

But if you thought they were the only ones, let me draw your attention to this man:

Viggo Mortensen, aka Aragorn son of Arathorn, aka Sexiest Ranger in Middle Earth

would hike, often for more than a day, to remote filming locations, in costume, for the sake of authenticity

was the best swordsman Bob Anderson (swordsmaster/instructor for LotR, Pirates of the Caribbean, etc) says he has ever trained

occasionally writes poetry (more book!canon than film!canon but um hello)

does all his own stunts

lived all over and speaks about 23940209384 languages

you know that scene at the end of Fellowship when he’s fighting the Uruk-hai? And one throws a dagger at him and he hits it away with his sword? Yeah, the guy who threw it was supposed to miss, but accidentally threw it directly at Viggo. Who just casually Aragorned and hit it away. 

They actually cast Aragorn to play Aragorn

[obtrta]

Can I just add a few things?

Would randomly give chocolates to the hobbits

According to John Rhys-Davis (aka Gimli), whenever you have a large cast, one or two actors will naturally become the leaders. Guess who ended up in that role.

Single-handedly convinced cast and crew to camp out to shoot a scene in the sunrise

Once hit a wild rabbit with his car by accident. Promptly stopped his car and went to see if the rabbit was dead, needed a vet or if the only merciful thing to do was to finish killing him. The rabbit was dead. Viggo realized he was hungry. So he took the rabbit, made a fire by the roadside and ate it.

According to cast and crew, sometimes you’d just see him disappear in the middle of the night and suddenly he’d come back with fish he’d caught

Had his sword with him at all times. Slept with once.

The best horse rider of the cast, hands down. Rides better than lots of pros, according to a horse trainer. Couldn’t bear to part with his horse at the end of the shooting, so he bough him. The next movie of his also involved horses, and he bought his horse in that one, too.

Knows how to survive in the wild. I’m not kidding.

Hand-stitched a few things in his costume for an authentic “I live away from civilization” Ranger feel. Also told the weapons department to make him a small bow because “Aragorn lives in the wild, he needs a hunting bow, or he’ll starve to death” - literally nobody else had thought about that. Also requested a small stone to sharpen his sword. Suggested that Aragorn would take Boromir’s arm guards after his death. 

Speaking of hand-stitching, once he was touring Japan with a reporter for an article. Walked into a store, took a tshirt, bought it, cut off the print and hand-stitched it into the hat he was wearing. The reporter was going “?????????” the entire time.

Peter Jackson literally sometimes called him Aragorn by accident

[kestrelhill]

My friend lives in the town where he summers and tells me unbearable stories about seeing him at the market or walking along the river. Generally agreed that he’s very down to earth.

[semper-virilis-deactivated20201]

Now that’s a cool dude.

[the-dwarven-ranger]

My fan-boy moment of the month

[elsewhereuniversity]

Old Man Lily under the bottomless pond

On the corkboards you can sometimes see strange, waterlogged advertisements of the pull-tab variety, advertising cheap fiddle lessons for beginners as well as free advanced courses and tuning. If you pull off a tab and stain it with the blood of a black-haired mammal (a human will suffice), and bring it to the murky pond covered in waterlilies along with food, snuff, and strong alcohol on a Thursday, you’ll meet him. Old Man Lily, the grumpy, skinny, greenskinned man with dirty hair, webbed feet, green skin, visible ribs and equally visible gills. He only teaches on Thursdays, on all other evenings he sits under the murky pond and plays his fiddle for himself. You need to be alone for the lessons, otherwise he will not appear. Many claim the title, but in truth he is the best musician on campus, though he teaches only bowed string instruments for the beginner courses. He is a brilliant teacher, though he is constantly trying to persuade you to enter the advanced courses, telling you about how he’ll be able to teach you any instrument, about how you will be able to make trees dance and rivers stop in their paths with your music, and about how you will get to meet his pet pike Bessie. Do not enter the advanced courses, they take place below the bottomless pond and are a scam, you will be taken. The beginner courses are more than enough to master any bowed string instrument. The free instrument tunings, however, are legit. Do not fish in the  murky pond, and do not pick the water lilies. Do not enter the pond if you have ever touched any kind of instrument, as you may be enrolled in Lily’s advanced courses. Do not enter the pond in general, at least not without sticking an iron knife into the ground before jumping in.

Those who are Taken may return, of course. Those who do can often be found drinking large amounts of water or constantly showering, yet always show a constant fear of all bodies of water and of being submerged in them. Most don’t bother to hide the gills, and stop eating fish and seaweed. They will never touch any musical instrument, out of fear of what powers they will unleash. It is said that many summers ago, some band kid was pressured to play the harpsichord for some forgotten event, his poor friends oblivious of the fact that he had attended the course under the bottomless pond. The moment he touched the instrument the trees started to dance, as did the tables, the chairs, and humans and Neighbors alike, and the poor kid couldn’t stop playing. It took some courageous student opening the lid and cutting the strings of the instrument with iron scissors to end the mad dance. Lily doesn’t bother with fetches, he mostly just leaves corpses floating in the lake, stitched out of fish skins and filled with seaweed and waterlily roots.

The murky pond is crossed by a bridge, known as the Bridge of Fools as it is one of the few bridges on campus that does not cross running water. Speaking about fools, fools are people who use love locks on Elsewhere campus. They are acts of symbolism, and symbols have power. Once you’ve locked a bridge and thrown the key into the murky water below, it becomes harder to leave your significant other if they get dragged Underhill, turn out to have a back covered in bark or eyes like a goat, or if they just are abusive in general. Greater fools are people who use locks of lesser metals such as zinc or brass and not of Iron. And only the greatest fools lock their love to the Bridge of Fools, where water doesn’t run. Old Man Lily, however, is willing to give you keys to padlocks on the Bridge of Fools if you tune an instrument for him. Lily shows very little interest in favortrade and inter-Gentry politics, but this may not always have been the case, and the old man still holds old grudges and debts. Sometimes he will give you a beautiful instrument you can swear is an old Stradivarius. Sometimes he gives you something that at first glance resembles an old piece of driftwood, covered in seaweed and algae. Mostly, though, he will still give you some kind of key that in most cases will fit into a padlock on the Bridge of Fools. If you tuned the instrument badly, the key will turn into rust or m mud when you enter it into the lock, cursing it. Those blessed with the Sight might see the curse before it happens, but don’t count on it. There are tales of people diving into the murky pond intentionally to retrieve a key. They are all taken, and few come back, most of them keyless or with cursed keys. Most of the ones who dive down there are however lost, said to be tuning fiddles until the trumpets of the Last Judgement sound. 

This all is however a thing of history. One cold autumn Thursday the white waterlilies in the pond had died, clubrush had grown in their place, and the advertisements had been torn down and replaced with the skeletons of pikes. No Lily appeared, but a beautiful white horse stood in his place. An eager yet foolish student thought Lily had simply moved locations and jumped atop the horse thinking it would lead her to her teacher. She was wrong, too blinded by the horse’s beauty to notice the sharp pike teeth or the mane of clubrush. It galloped around the forest with the poor girl stuck to its back, and was just to jump into the lake when another student threw a steel plectra in front of its hooves, the malicious being throwing off the girl before rushing into the woods. It has been sighted since in the distance, never approaching the lake. Old Man Lily’s corpse was found shortly afterwards, floating in the clubrushes and covered in nasty bitemarks. The following day, whenever anyone tutored by him touched any instrument, the only sound produced would be a sorrowful melody capable of driving anyone, human or Neighbor, into tears. While it was certainly beautiful, it was most oftenly not what the individual wanted to play. The students were lucky that a theology student had an older brother who was a Lutheran priest who was visiting the town, who visited the campus and read prayers as they buried Old Man Lily on hallowed ground. The next day the clubrushes vanished, the waterlilies bloomed blood red, and the instruments sounded as they were supposed to. 

(Author’s notes: I decided to write some stuff based on Scandinavian mythology since I’m Finnish and Elsewhere University needs more Scandinavian mythology. This is based on the myths about Näcken and Bäckahästen. I was was unsure if I was going to write the last part on the death of Lily since he is such a cool character and I didn’t want to kill him off, but I wrote it anyway and you can ignore it or regard it as prophecy of a future event if you want)

-Feline

[wishingformemoria]

December 17th, Tumblr arresting everyone for even thinking to be horny on main

[surly-salty-sailor]

That man is a master of the QTE

[aurevoir-mes-amis-deactivated20]

remember when tommy nearly straight up murdered his brother

[surly-salty-sailor]

Sure didn't

[noirandchocolate]

[thebibliosphere]

Sometimes when I’m sad I like to imagine what would happen in a crossover universe between Discworld and Harry Potter, and what Granny Weatherwax would make of their style of magic.

But then I think about more important things, like what would have happened if Granny Weatherwax ever met Albus Dumbledore, and I can’t help but feel a whole lot of shit could have been avoided if he’d had a good clip round the ear and a strong talking to about the whole “my hands are tied” bullshit that enabled years of abuse and suffering at the hands of adults in a position of authority over young, vulnerable people.

Like oh, this spell requires the bond of blood to keep him safe, all right. So that just means we’re not going to hold these adults accountable for their torment and abuse? I think the entire fuck not, Albus.

Snape is a double agent who is actually working for the greater good. All right, but that doesn’t stop him from being an absolute fucking shit weasel who shouldn’t be around children until he learns to control himself and works out his issues in a safe and sane manner, what the fuck, Albus.

You have an entire school system that ascribes to ideas of inherent morality when in fact this is a thing that needs to be taught? Well no wonder there’s one house in particular that keeps going off the rails, you keep telling them they’re evil. Tell people something for long enough they’ll start to believe you. There’s nothing wrong with being selfish and cunning, sometimes that’s what it takes to survive. Teach them how to use those traits for good. As strength. My land, my home, my people (not my daughter, you bitch) how dare you try to hurt them. Teach them, Albus, you have to bloody teach them and realize that evil isn’t born. It’s made. In a thousand small deplorable ways. And it starts with treating people like things and I cannot be having with this.

Of course there’s also the other flipside to this thought process, which is imagining Gytha “Nanny” Ogg shouting “watcher Molly” as she thumps Bellatrix Lestrange on the back of the head with a cauldron, and drops her like a fucking stone. Later they’ll sit together and grieve, later there will be time to pick up the pieces and mourn. But for now there are things to fight for, people to keep alive. And people to keep from doing what they shouldn’t ever have to do, so you find a way to do it for them, by hook, crook or blunt force trauma.

And because my head wont let go of this thought:

“You always was a right little miss,” she said, taking a puff from her pipe and resettling her weight with a hefty bounce as the younger witch struggled to get out from under Nanny’s considerable girth. “Giving yourself airs and graces and such. Pretending you was too good to scrub a pot. Well, let me tell you something, Mistress Lestrange, you ain’t fit for nothing no more except maybe a noose. And if I had my way that might be the end of it. But we don’t do things like that no more, we don’t rule by blood.”

“Then you’re weak,” Lestrange shot back, still struggling to claw her way free. “A weak, old woman with nothing left but tricks up your fat sleeve.”

Nanny puffed in silence for a few more moments, then reached up her sleeve. “And your wand, dearie. Walnut is it? With a dragon heartstring core? Very nice, painting it black was a bit much, but you always were fond of your dramatics.”

She pulled out her own wand, holding it out under Bellatrix’s nose, whose face went cross eyed and then wide with panic.

“You know, I’ve only ever heard of Priori Incantatem,” she said, puffing on the end of her pipe until the pit glowed cherry red then white hot and she exhaled smoke like a dragon, “but I wasn’t about to risk it, not in front of all those kiddies. But I reckon now might be a good time…”

[thebibliosphere]

Also, for your consideration. Feegles.

“Haul yoo, aye yoo, the great big ugly gangly scunner wi-oot a nose. Can ye sew? Well stitch this.”

Harry watched in consternation as Voldemort staggered back, dropped to the ground like a ton of bricks and lay still.

“That’s it?” he demanded, lowering his wand. “That’s all you had to do?”

Rob Anybody, perched on his shoulder, looked up at the young wizard out the corner of the eye, which was to say he looked him in the nostrils.

“Weell,” he said, gesturing towards the chaos that had been unleashed as the full force of the Nac Mac Feegle was unleashed upon the band of Death Eaters, primarily by running up the inside of their trousers. “That’s the thing about the lads. Once they’ve decided tae dae something, they dae it good and hard.”

“But you just headbutted him!”

“Aye, weill,” Rob said, feeling as though the lad wasn’t quite grasping the practicality of the situation, “he might be a bloody great dark bigjob wizard, but he cannae cast a spell wi-oot a heid.”

[gallusrostromegalus]

Ok but the one I want to see is Dolores Umbridge vs Munstrum Ridcully, becuase that would be the Petty Academic Slapfight of doom. 

Because Ridcully, for all his faults, probably understands that the actual learning of magic relies on a certain degree of both freedom and madness and sometimes explosions. 

And Umbridge would crawl right up his skin with her concept of a “Defense Against The Dark Arts” Course, and in the middle of a lecture on recent runes, would go on a “tangent” on the history of various dark wizards and the means by which they were defeated and here Why Don’t We Have A Practical Outside, The Weather Is Nice (The weather is not nice. It’s Scotland. In Late November.)  But everyone is really curious to see the old man actually take his wand out for once, only to discover that that’s not a wand at all, that’s a Burleigh & Stronginthearm and they’re all going to pass it around and whoever shoots the weathervane off the top of Ravenclaw tower gets 50 points. Hannah Abbot puts a bolt through Umbridge’s window, taking out a kitten plate and gets 100 points.

Fred and George turn the third floor corridor into a Swamp and Umbridge is pleased to hear Ridcully bellowing at the Weasley boys about “BLOODY INSONSIDERATE, NEVER HAVE I EVER MET SUCH WRETCHEDLY-” but the second she’s around the corner it changes to “-brilliant young men, how much is this setup you have here? That potions-master could do with some aggravated moisturizing. Speaking of moisturizing, what would it take to get you two gentlemen to work on the faculty baths? Disgustingly substandard, nowhere to put your nail trimmings-”

Ridcully would like the students there too, I think.  Especially the Slytherins, because he’s perfectly aware how important being a cunning bastard and willing to get your hands dirty or bloody if needed is, especially in the world of Magical Academia.  They’re socially intelligent and disenchanted with the system, not Evil, Albus. The Malfoy boy would be a lot less trouble if he had something to do besides practicing subject’s he’s bored with.  Fratricide, perhaps. I’m kidding Albus! (he’s only sort of kidding.  Maybe not murder. Just turn him into a toad and keep him as a familair in a bowl on the mantlepiece.)

He’d be so mad about the Chamber of secrets though. Potter! A Basilisk!  Why didn’t you bring the head back up it’d be magnificent hanging over the great hall. Oh I see. Well why didn’t you go BACK?  Perfectly good potion ingredients going to waste, doesn’t that brooding mop of a potions master teach you anything about looti- er, collecting spell components?

[thebibliosphere]

I forgot I wrote this haha, and I’m glad @gallusrostromegalus made it better.

[splinteredstar]

Okay but feagles and house elves tho

Obeyin’ the hag is one thing, but any hag that’d that inna worth the title

(Dobby takes it up first, under his breath: “no lords and no masters”)

[gallusrostromegalus]

Havelock Vetenari is not a man to “Go Spare”, and certainly not without good cause but that shambling mountain of paperwork and prejudice they call “The Ministry Of Magic” is several thousand good reasons. He doesn’t even WANT to take over this disaster but he can’t rest so long as it continues to exist.

But. He’s better than that. Why waste time in pointless rage when there are things he can actually do to fix this?

“Mr. Lipvig.” He says, conversationally. “Did you know that the currency conversion rates haven’t changed since Gringotts was founded? Seventeen silver sickles to a gold galleon since the 1100’s”

He doesn’t really need to say anything else. Moist blinks a few times, then gradually begins to vibrate as every instinct he possess is called to the forefront.

“They’re just down the street if you wanted to see their facilities-”

Moist’s chair actually spins with the force of his rapid departure.“

[kyraneko]

Death, tho. Death and Voldemort. Death and Albus. Death and Minerva having a chess match over somebody’s life.

Voldemort telling Harry, in the graveyard at their duel, “Bow to Death, Harry,” and Harry looking around and responding, “Where it he?” (Or maybe he’s actually there, and Voldemort is treated to the sight of Harry turning and bowing off to three o’clock.

Molly Weasley giving Nanny Ogg such a scolding over her treatment of her daughters-in-law and implying she doesn’t deserve grandchildren if she treats their mothers like that. Nanny sulks hard enough to set things on fire for several days and then discreetly goes around asking her sons the names of the women they married. It’s clipped and resentful at first but she grows into it.

Vetinari looking over the magical system of government with the occasional raised eyebrow or bewildered blink, and deciding that this looks like an excellent challenge. “Minister Fudge, I think you should resign.” “Why, you—” *raised eyebrow* “that is—” *curious look* “I mean—” *silence* “What—” *tilted head* “I, yes, sir, I believe that to be the best course of action, thank you for the advice.” “Capital.”

Umbridge isn’t so easily gotten rid of, and Vetinari spends perhaps three minutes listening to her ideas of law and order, rules and punishment, virtue and government, and then “Madam, if you are not interested in assisting me in helping this government achieve my goals, by all means, depart through that door and you will never hear from me again.”

Umbridge has no genre-savviness whatsoever, and goes through the door without looking first. There is a whooshing sound, and a scream, and several unpleasant, wet-sounding noises from somewhere down a few floors.

THAT WAS UNPLEASANT

“I thought it fitting.”

SHE LIKED CATS

“Only the painted kind, in fact. I’m told she views the real thing as inconvenient and messy.”

… I RETRACT MY PREVIOUS CRITICISM

“Very good.”

[sleepingreader]

Yes but also consider

Vimes going through the doors of the ministry of magic.

Angua in the Werewolf Registration office. Shes ‘just getting her papers’ and then Vimes bursts in. Actually he has Detritus blow out the door. Because No. thats not how you treat someone.

He hires all of the werewolves for the Watch.

Greyback is arrested the next day.

[cakesandfail]

Lucius Malfoy pays Vetinari a visit, because clearly this is someone who would make a valuable ally. That combination of personal style, accent, and ability to see right into your head suggests a man of considerable power, most likely from an old wizarding family. Lucius doesn’t recognise the name though- Vetinari, how unusual, perhaps it’s one of the Italian pureblood families…?

Vetinari listens to him patiently- and silently- for approximately five minutes before asking Vimes to charge him with inciting racial hatred. Vimes, of course, has been making a list in his head from the moment the man opened his mouth.

[planetarywho]

Add Sybil and Charlie​ to this, talking dragons for days. Charlie absolutely shocked the first time he sees a Swamp Dragon, and lovingly petting the thing, when Sybil just pulls him down with a big yell off “Duck!”. Charlie staring at the explosion mark, while she fixes her wig with the most casual chat of “yours don’t do this, then? Oh, we’ve had one of the big ones…”, and he keeps looking​ at the dragons, transfixed, barely hearing.

Charlie becomes a weekend volunteer at the sanctuary, and Sybil goes to Romenia on her holidays. He learns quite a lot about explosions, and is ever so thankful for being already good at ducking bludgers.

[surly-salty-sailor]

This is fantastic

[whit3noize]

unusual asks

1: Do you ever wish you were someone else?

2: What is your full name?

3: How old are you and how old do you get mistaken for?

4: Have you ever dyed your hair?

5: What’s your eye color?

6: Your opinion about your body and how comfortable you are with it

7: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

8: What would you say is your best quality?

9: What are you really bad at?

10: What talent do you wish you had?

11: Are you nice to everyone?

12: What do you think about the most?

13: Things you like/dislike about yourself

14: What is your least favorite word?

15: What is your favorite word?

16: Are you more like your mom or your dad?

17: Would you ever smile at a stranger?

18: A reason you’ve lied to someone

19: Are you lying about anything right now?

20: Have you kissed someone older than you?

21: Do you believe in love at first sight?

22: Do you believe in soulmates?

23: Are looks important?

24: Opinion on relationship age differences

25: Would you date someone off the Internet?

26: Have you ever cried over a boy/girl?

27: Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

28: Anyone you’re giving up on right now?

29: Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

30: Have you ever liked your best friend?

31: How does someone win your heart?

32: What turns you on?

33: What turns you off?

34: Do you get jealous easily?

35: What is your definition of cheating?

36: Do you forgive betrayal?

37: Have you ever been cheated on?

38: Have you ever cheated on someone?

39: How often do you listen to music?

40: First concert you attended

41: Last movie you watched

42: Favorite type of movie

43: Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

44: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

45: Do you fall in love easily?

46: Do you think people say I love you too much?

47: What’s your favorite holiday?

48: Are you a forgiving person? Do you like being that way?

49: Where’s the most magical place on earth?

50: What’s your “type”?

[surly-salty-sailor]

Ask away.

[captainamericaa]

This is the money abuelita, reblog this in the next five minutes to receive the best news of your life

[chalinostyle-deactivated2023111]

Bruh this a new one gotta try it out

[zamisriza-the-resurrection]

Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.

[zamisriza-the-resurrection]

Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.

[bookandslugclub]

ask a bookworm!

what are you currently reading?

how many books have you read this year?

how have your reading tastes changed from when you were a child?

physical book or e-book?

where do you love to read?

what is your ideal reading atmosphere? background noise or silent? alone or with others?

are you a writer?

what was your very first baby book?

what was the first book you read on your own?

how many books have you read in total?

what has been the longest gap between books?

what are your favourite genres?

what books make you happy?

what books have made you uncomfortable? why?

can you read anywhere? moving vehicle? rollercoaster?

how do you bookmark books?

policy on book-lending?

do people know you’re a bookworm?

how well do you take care of your books?

can you read in other languages?

what is a total book turn-off for you?

what is an essential element of a good book?

genres you rarely read?

do you read non-fiction?

do you read reviews on a book before you read it?

do you judge a book by the cover?

do you read cover to cover or sometimes skim parts?

do you always finish a book, even if it is dull?

how do you organise your books?

favourite book this year?

[a-tired-dreamer]

@thebookedreader @thoughtsofaninvisibleone

[surly-salty-sailor]

Go ahead and ask as many as you like people!!!

[surly-salty-sailor]

As long as a man's name is spoken he is not truly dead. - Terry Pratchett

We did this for Sir Terry Pratchett. He taught us this. We continue to #SpeakHisName because we were affected by his work. There's another man who has passed today who, I'm certain, has done the same to many.

Let's come together and say it #StanLee.

#GNUStanLee #GNUTerryPratchett

#SpeakTheirName

Help me pass this around!!

[dare-to-dance]

hello sexy followers, I’d appreciate a reblog ;D 

[surly-salty-sailor]

Because I support them

[therepublicofletters]

Writing Ask Meme~

Is there a specific drink you like to have when you’re writing?

What time of day do you think is the best to write?

Where do you write best?

Do you do word sprints?  If so, for how long do you do them, and what’s your average word count?

Do you write when you travel?  If so, where is the farthest away from home that you’ve written?

Do you share your work before it’s finished?

Which character that you’ve written is most like yourself?

Which character is your favorite to write?  Why?

How long is your current work in progress (words or pages)?

Do you have a specific philosophy that you go by when you write?

What were your favorite books as a child?

Do you read while writing, or try to split it up?

Which authors or styles do you try to emulate in your writing?

Would you want your books to be made into a TV show or movie?  Why or why not?

How do you plan your writing?

Do you write on a computer or on paper?  What program, or what type or paper/pen?

Is there a specific category or genre your writings generally fall into?  Which?

Would any characters from one of your works go well with your others?

Do you write multiple works at the same time?

What color scheme is your current work in progress?

Do you create aesthetics for your writing, ie. on pinterest or tumblr?  If so, what’s the board or tag?

Do you listen to music when you write?

Do you make playlists for your works in progress, characters, or scenes?

Do you prefer first or third person?  Why?

How do you defeat writers’ block?

How often do you write?

Have you ever done NaNoWriMo?

What’s your inspiration for writing?

Which style/era of writing do you most fit in with?

What’s your favorite part about writing?

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Go ahead friends. Ask as many as you want

[surly-salty-sailor]

I almost forgot about this... Storm was so bad on the sea that night that our outside 'corridor' got partially flooded.