Looking at the Stars

A professed bibliophile and lover of grandiose quotes, obscure words, and curling up in bed with a good book.

[lgbtplusaesthetic]

Asexual Slytherin/rain moodboard for anon!

[serpensort1a]

!!!!!!!!

[booklirious]

“It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.” (x)

[rahdieh]

[nereiids]

And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky—so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (via kvngslayer)

[gamingallnight]

”The god of lies must love you.”

[wnq-writers]

Sometimes we don’t want people to see how we grow; We’re afraid we might cut them, while smoothing out our rough edges.

Sophia E., Change Isn’t Easy For Anyone (via wnq-writers)

[liminalwitchcraft]

Dearest Queer Person, Chances are you don’t even know that you are holy, or royal or magic, but you are. You are part of an adoptive family going back through every generation of human existence. … You are normal. You are not a creation of the modern age. Your identity is not a ‘trend’ or a ‘fad.’ Almost every country has a recorded history of people whose identities and behaviors bear close resemblance to what we’d today call bisexuality, homosexuality, transgender identity, intersexuality, asexuality and more. Remember: the way Western culture today has constructed gender and sexuality is not the way it’s always been.

Sarah Prager, “Every LGBTQ+ Person Should Read This” (via liminalwitchcraft)

[uponthepages]

“I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you’ll let me be in your story.”

[harrypotterhousequotes]

RAVENCLAW: “You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who ever had been alive.” –James Baldwin

[nevermore191]

I was writing a script for a modern adaption of R&J and these came up

The Montacrew: A Summary

[thecomedybureau]

Thanks to One, Sara Benincasa, Neil Gaiman Will Perform a Live Reading of The Cheesecake Factory Menu If $500K Is Raised for the United Nations Refugee Agency

1) This is real. 2) The idea for this did come from author/actress/comedian Sara Benincasa experiences of watching an episode of American Gods and going to Cheesecake Factory blending in her subconscious (via Eater) 3) They’ve already raised $68,707 4) Here’s Neil Gaiman performing a commencement speech in case you forgot how lovely his voice sounds. 5) Here’s the Cheesecake Factory menu in case you forgot how massive and indulgent it is. 6) They’re trying to reach the goal of $500,000 by June 20th, World Refugee Day. 7) Again, this is real. 8) Donate to this delightfully silly and great thing here on CrowdRise.

[bellygangstaboo]

[stuhiddlesarmitagepunkgates]

FOREVER REBLOG THE PRIVILEGE-POSTER GUY

[elumish]

You Can’t Have It Both Ways

There’s a temptation when writing YA, particularly YA where they are fighting in some sort of war and the main character has a decent amount of power, to dismiss some degree of their responsibility because they’re a child. This happens in stories with young children who, for various reasons, have a lot of power; their culpability is considered limited because they’re not fully grown. They’re shielded from the impact of their actions, as well as the possible risks, by the adults in the story.

And to some degree, that’s fair. There’s a reason children aren’t allowed to sign contracts and aren’t considered adults.

But at the same time, it makes your entire system reek of hypocrisy if children are allowed great power but aren’t made to answer for it. And that might be want you want. It’s an interesting critique of a concept to have a child who is able to do and does to great damage but isn’t actually held responsible or in check for those actions. But then do it as a critique. Because adults have to answer for their actions, and the more power they have the more they’re responsible to answering for. So decide if you’re going to treat your child/teenage characters like children/teenagers or like adults, or acknowledge the inconsistency of it.

[sunshinepersonify]

[zuigiberred]

I’ve decided to write a book. Wish me luck.

[tipsymaple-blog]

I may not be a perfect person but at least I have never yelled at an employee in a store

[lesbianraggedyanne]

ok you know that ‘make the princess laugh and you can have her hand in marriage’ thing?

imagine so many come in.

they try, so hard, to make her laugh.

she just sits there, morose, ignoring every man who tries to coax a smile.

one day she’s sitting on the balcony. she just looks so sad.

of course that little thief tries to make her smile.

a girl who goes through the (semi public) royal gardens every day to pick flowers, even though technically only the royal family is allowed to do that. 

she sees the princess while she’s picking them up to sell on the streets, and she’s just… so sad. this princess needs someone to cheer her up.

and she tries. she’ll do silly dances when she comes in, she’ll bring up frogs from ponds and act out comedies, she’ll make flower crowns and exaggerate just how hard it is.

the first few days, the princess doesn’t even look at her.

then she starts noticing. this girl, trying so hard to cheer her up. she probably hasn’t even heard of the hand in marriage thing, she doesn’t know she’s trying so hard for nothing.

but she does it anyway.

one day, the princess starts talking to her as she does these things. “You do know that it’s useless?”

“What?” the thief says. “No way! I’m going to get you to laugh!”

“The best jesters in the kingdom have tried, don’t bother,” the princess declared pessimistically, staring down at the girl.

Then the thief puffs out her chest, “Of course I am! I’ll find the best jokes, even better than the jesters have found! I’ll… fight a fire breathing dog for them!”

There’s no laugh, but the corner of the princess’s mouth twitches. it’s sad how she thinks she can make me laugh…

the girl keeps trying, for years, making more silly stories and trading flowers for jokes rather than food or money. the princess slowly realizes the girl is getting closer and closer, asking her for responses in knock knock jokes and encouraging her to speak when she wouldn’t respond immediately.

the princess eventually had the girl hanging from her balcony, holding on tight to the rail and feet wedged between the columns, grinning and telling yet another iteration of that already old chicken joke.

the princess has been smiling, slightly, but she mostly just looks unresponsive. the girl is happy, it’s better than looking so sad, like she had been years before.

the girl moves on to puns, pointing at the exotic lunch the princess was eating. “Why do the melons have to go to get married? They cantaloupe!”

“You only know that word because of me,” the princess snarks, but there’s a small smile there, a bit of happiness. This little flower girl, this thief has grown into an amazing friend, a wonderful person who genuinely just wants to help. she doesn’t know of the deal, only nobles and jesters could know, not the commonfolk.

“Well, it makes quite the pun,” the girl says, proud of her joke. a smile! what an accomplishment!

“Say…” she continued, “What would you call a princess who got swept up in conversation a thief?” she pulled a flower out of her pocket, waving it in front of the princess’s face. the princess’s eyes crossed to see the flower before they rolled at the obvious setup.

though, it was interesting that it obviously involved them.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, sighing in preparation for another horrible pun. “What?”

the girl grinned. “A pretty theft!” she exclaimed, ticking the flower against the princess’s nose.

the princess froze for a moment, stunned. she had been complimented a million times over, called graceful by etiquette instructors, been called beautiful by many a suitor, been called wonderful by her mother before… she stopped thinking about that. 

she had never been called pretty.

she burst into laughter at the commonplace compliment, as if she was some sort of milkmaid who had somehow grown up to be good looking! it was ridiculous, the notion, yet somehow it had her blushing all the same.

then she suddenly stopped, realizing what she’d done.

the flower thief was staring at her in amazement, a blush of her own speckling her cheeks. her flower tilted out from in front of the princess’s nose, as if it had it’s own amazement.

“Wow…” the girl breathed. she’d never heard something so beautiful in her life.

The princess was silent, knowing what she had just done. She had just laughed for the first time in years.

The girl may not have been aware of the arrangement, but she was quickly swept up in it. A maid had heard the laughter and burst in, to find the thief and the princess, caught up in each other’s eyes, reveling in what had just happened.

The wedding was beautiful, a flower filled affair, a wonderful nod to how it happened. The king was so happy to see his daughter with someone who made her smile for once, tearing up as they were wed.

The princess’s laugh was still incredibly rare. She still had a hard time smiling. But a well timed joke from the girl– no, her wife– and another flower that had a hidden meaning behind it, than maybe, maybe you would hear it.

After all, the princess had finally laughed with the one she loved.

[superparadise-ghost]

fucking adorable I’m going to punch something