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If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing. Even if you're scared that it'll cause problems. Even if you're scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud. And then you go from there.
ERIC DANE (November 9, 1972 – February 19, 2026) as Mark Sloan "McSteamy" ⎯ Grey's Anatomy (2005 -)
Her name was Judy-Lynn del Rey. And she became the most powerful editor in science fiction history.
Born in 1943 with achondroplastic dwarfism, Judy-Lynn grew up devouring science fiction in New York City's public libraries. At a time when the genre was dismissed as pulp fiction for teenage boys, she saw something else entirely: the future of storytelling.
She started at the bottom—an office assistant at Galaxy, the most prestigious science fiction magazine of the 1960s. Within four years, she was managing editor.
Then Ballantine Books came calling.
When she arrived at Ballantine in 1973, science fiction and fantasy were afterthoughts in publishing. Fantasy in particular was considered unsellable—unless you were Tolkien. Judy-Lynn thought that was nonsense.
Her first major move was audacious: she cut ties with one of Ballantine's bestselling authors, John Norman, whose "Gor" novels were popular but notoriously misogynistic. It was a risk. She didn't care.
Then came the gamble that changed everything.
In 1976, someone brought her an opportunity: the novelization rights to an upcoming space movie by a young director named George Lucas. Hollywood thought the film would bomb. Studio executives were skeptical. Most publishers passed.
Judy-Lynn said yes.
The Star Wars novelization sold 4.5 million copies before the movie even premiered.
She would later call herself the "Mama of Star Wars."
In 1977, she launched Del Rey Books—her own imprint, with her husband Lester editing fantasy while she oversaw everything else. Their first original novel was Terry Brooks's The Sword of Shannara. It became a phenomenon.
She didn't stop there.
Remember The Princess Bride? The original 1973 novel had flopped. It was headed for obscurity. Judy-Lynn rescued it, reissuing it in 1977 with a striking gate-fold cover and an aggressive marketing campaign. Without her intervention, there might never have been a movie.
She published the Star Trek Log series. She championed Stephen R. Donaldson's Thomas Covenant trilogy—convincing Ballantine to release all three books on the same day from a completely unknown author. Unprecedented.
She published Anne McCaffrey's The White Dragon—the first science fiction novel ever to hit #1 on the New York Times bestseller list.
And she did all of this while competitors called her imprint "Death-Rey Books"—because she was utterly dominant.
Between 1977 and 1990, Del Rey Books had 65 titles reach bestseller lists. That was more than every other science fiction and fantasy publisher combined.
Arthur C. Clarke called her "the most brilliant editor I ever encountered."
Philip K. Dick went further: "The greatest editor since Maxwell Perkins"—the legendary editor of Hemingway and Fitzgerald.
But here's what burns: the science fiction community never nominated her for a Hugo Award while she was alive. Not once. The men who ran the industry praised her in private and overlooked her in public.
In October 1985, Judy-Lynn suffered a brain hemorrhage. She died four months later, at 42.
Only then did the Hugo committee vote to give her the Best Professional Editor award.
Her husband Lester refused to accept it.
He said Judy-Lynn would have objected—that it was given only because she had just died. That it came too late.
He was right.
Judy-Lynn del Rey transformed science fiction from a niche hobby into a cultural force. She made fantasy into a mainstream publishing category. She bet on Star Wars when no one else would. She saved The Princess Bride from oblivion. She published the first #1 New York Times science fiction bestseller.
She did all of this standing 4'1" tall in an industry run by men who underestimated her at every turn.
The next time you pick up a fantasy novel, or watch a Star Wars movie, or quote The Princess Bride—
Now you know who made it possible.
— Wicked | 2024 — Wicked: For Good | 2025
I'M GONNA END MYSELF 😭😂😂😂😃🤧
Andor S2 + text posts
When truth leaves us, when we let it slip away, when it is ripped from our hands, we become vulnerable to the appetite of whatever monster screams the loudest.
Andor Welcome to the Rebellion | 2.09
speech of the fucking century
“… it felt as though a cold draft had entered the room when the door opened, and his shining moment had popped like a soap bubble.” HP7 - The Will of Albus Dumbledore
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(book scene) Harry: You didn’t have to get me anything. Ginny: I didn’t know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn’t be able to take it with you. So then I thought, I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some Veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing. Harry: I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest. Ginny: There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for.
#this remains such a beautiful magical unicorn of a scene #and something i didn’t know i wanted to be part of every coming out story until i saw it #you are not alone and i’m sorry you had to carry this secret by yourself #instead of: i love you despite your gayness #is just such a lovely thing and supergirl said it so it’s true forever via @swashbucklery
#‘i can’t carry it for you but i can carry you’#is how both of the danvers sisters feel about each other #and i LIVE for it
"It's a dog!"
"Yeah, he's not even a very good one. But he's out there alone, and probably scared."
Superman being unapologetic about his care for life of all sorts made this movie for me. He yells at Lois when she asks him why he stopped a war without the government's permission, because "People were going to die!" He tries to keep a giant, dangerous, city-threatening monster alive, or at the very least euthanize it humanely. While the Justice Gang throw every weapon they have at every threat, he goes around saving people, and also a squirrel, because every life matters.
He risks his life for his cousin's dog, because he was out there alone, and probably scared.
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022–)
My friend sent me this with a "this made me think of you."
I feel so seen.
Reblog and you’re guaranteed to be successful at whatever you do next!
Need me some luck
Republicans are too lazy to write laws or get the votes to pass laws. It's all illegal EOs.
Reblog in 10 seconds and $1700 will come your way
I have nothing to lose and 1700$ to gain
I wouldn’t mind getting a cat too, if the universe is taking requests.
Sapphics are always telling their girlfriends to jump
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this goes so hard
i love it thanks
I can’t stop thinking about how “ABBA but shredding” is apparently just Queen, which is the best news ever tbh.
no but what’s so great about this is the guy isn’t playing extra licks over the top of the track, which is what I was expecting. no he’s just playing the instrumentation on the track and showing how clever and well-arranged it already was. ABBA is fuckin good, fite me (and so is this guy)
[ID: A tiktok with the words “"ABBA doesn’t shred” over the video. In the video, a person sips a drink and then plays a verse/chorus of Mamma Mia on the electric guitar, emphasizing the backing riffs.]
if you spend your life bitching and complaining about the fact people are 'expected' to engage in the dreaded pointless banal '''small talk''' instead of learning to trade pleasantries with the people around you, you will never know the true and heady joy of doing a dumb bit with a complete stranger and as a result your soul will remain small
#my favorite bit is when i wear my wrist braces in public and someone asks if I got hurt#and I tell them something patently insane #'I got into a Kung Fu Battle with the local canada geese' insane #and realizing that We Are Playing A Game #they will Yes And me #'Oh yeah they've been taking lessons from the squirrels' they nod #and within two minutes the lady cutting my fabric at the quilt store and I have a whole bit about the urban animals all being in rival dojo #The grandma behind me chimes in that the fat raccoons under her porch must be doing Sumo
My dream for the election is that it’s definitive. I want a 2012-style Election Day where everyone built it up beforehand to possibly be close but then the results start rolling in and it was like “Oh, nevermind. It’s obviously Obama. Everyone go to bed.”
I just want voters to put a stake right through the heart of Trumpism so that it crumbles to ash before our eyes. That’s the dream.
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