henrys-husbando:

I hope that post gets UMS at least a few new readers. Or, at least, makes some kind of round on tumblr…

That feel when you spend four days writing an amazing Gemma-centric one-shot with serious character developement then realise it belongs as a chapter in your next book and probably shouldn’t post it now T_T

asker

Anonymous asked: I just finished Kill la Kill. I've seen you post a few things related to the series, so I'm guessing you've at least seen a bit of it. What are your overall opinions on it?

I have only seen a little bit of it so far, so my opinion at this stage is:

  • Boobs
  • I like Ryuko’s voice
  • Is that you Bree
  • WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
  • no like seriously WTTTFFFFFFFFFFF
  • serious eyebrow envy
  • Desire… to wear my… cloppy heels rising….

At this stage that’s all I’m prepared to commit to

asker

Anonymous asked: Min or Bree

sweetnsourlcm:

Oh god…
Uuuhhhhhh
Fuck
Min

trixdraws:

Kill La Kill Redraw # 03
Matoi Ryuko

Art prints available here and here :D

Now what to draw next….

azriona:

neil-gaiman:

ellenkushner:

maggie-stiefvater:

Novelist error messages.

Too perfect!

ARGGH

The Self Esteem one broke my heart, though.

(via henrys-husbando)

astronomifier:


rachelhaimowitz:

obsessionisaperfume:

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

queensimia:

palavenblues:

holy shit there is a name for it

Well damn. Explains a lot.

Suddenly I understand some of my fan base a LOT better.  That is Awesome. 

"holy shit there is a name for it" was my reaction before I even scrolled down to the comments.

I just need to keep reblogging this because I cannot even begin to tell you how profound a feeling of YES and THIS and THERE IS A WORD FOR ME OMG I get every time I see this, and I hope it helps others too.

seriously, anytime you see a post with a comment saying “theres a name for it?!” reblog that post because even if it doesnt apply to you any of your followers could be waiting for that revelation.


HEY FANDOMS

astronomifier:

rachelhaimowitz:

obsessionisaperfume:

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

queensimia:

palavenblues:

holy shit there is a name for it

Well damn. Explains a lot.

Suddenly I understand some of my fan base a LOT better.  That is Awesome. 

"holy shit there is a name for it" was my reaction before I even scrolled down to the comments.

I just need to keep reblogging this because I cannot even begin to tell you how profound a feeling of YES and THIS and THERE IS A WORD FOR ME OMG I get every time I see this, and I hope it helps others too.

seriously, anytime you see a post with a comment saying “theres a name for it?!” reblog that post because even if it doesnt apply to you any of your followers could be waiting for that revelation.

HEY FANDOMS

(via sweetnsourlcm)

tamorapierce:

thecsph:

Sex positivity means many things, but it does not mean that all sex is positive or enjoyable.

Sex can be agreeable, but it’s not a necessity of life.  It’s not something you have to give someone else.  If you aren’t interested in it, you aren’t abnormal; you aren’t strange, you just aren’t interested in it right now.  You have the right to continue to feel that way or toe change your mind.  It’s your body.  If you’re scared, if it hurts in a way you don’t like, say No.  Keep saying no until the other person stops.  If s/he won’t stop, start screaming no.  You do not have to keep having sex if you aren’t enjoying yourself.  You don’t have to have sex in exchange for dinner and a movie, I don’t care how good the restaurant was.

"No marriage can be happy without sex."

LIKE HAVE YOU HEARD OF ASEXUALITY DUDE

Eyes Up, Writers

tamorapierce:

maggie-stiefvater:

maggie-stiefvater:

On Twitter today — and everyday — there was some chatter and scuffle about Some Authors’ Careers and Some Authors’ Fame and whether they had deserved it. Some folks invariably said the chatter and scuffle was jealousy. Some others invariably said not everything is jealousy.

Here’s what I think: having a writing career is like driving a race car.

I’m not really a grand race car driver, mostly because I’ve discovered that I don’t really care about winning against anyone but myself, which turns out to be not the point of organized sports. But I have been in race cars, and on race tracks, and have spent many hours doing classwork at over 70 mph. Enough to know that a writing career is a lot like driving a race car. 

One of the things they teach you in every single form of car racing is to keep your eyes up. Up. Upper than that. Upper than even that. Don’t look at the dash, because then you won’t see what’s happening on the road. Don’t look at the road right in front of you, because you won’t see that the turn you’re going into links into another turn and you could set yourself up for both. Put your eyes up as far as you can see down the road, and look there. Only when you see the absolute farthest point can you start to calculate the best way of getting there.

(this is great advice to use when you’re driving normally, by the way)

A writing career is like that. Use your peripheral vision to look at the things that are coming at you day to day, but never forget that every decision should contribute that farthest-away-point you want to get to. Never forget that every tiny success and failure is just a steer or counter steer toward the real point of the thing.

And here’s the other thing they tell you about keeping your eyes up: don’t fixate on the person in front of you. If there’s another driver just in front of you, the tendency is to stare at their bumper and then take the turn just like they do. But guess what? Then the absolute best scenario is that you will take the turn just like they do. So if they’re taking it wrong, you’ll take it wrong too. If there’s a better way, a faster way, a cooler way, a way that involves painting a giant knife on the side of your car and listening to Finnish rap very loudly, you’ll never know.

Eyes up, drivers, they say: look past the car in front of you. All you need to do is to note them well enough that you can pass them when you find a better way to take the turn.

Don’t fixate, writers. Eyes up, writers. I don’t care if x or y is doing a or b. What does that have to do with me? I have my eyes on where I want to go, and no one else matters.

The race is Maggie vs. Maggie. Who are you competing with?

reblogging this because the writer-envy piece in yesterday’s Salon hurts my soul on a most basic level.

It’s ludicrous to go comparing yourself to/being jealous of other writers.  It’s meaningless.  No one is going to write like you, even if they use the same themes and tropes, and there is no telling why one writer’s thing hits big and why the same ballpark thing, two years earlier, didn’t.  You may as well get angry because Jonathan Livingston Seagull hit big and your pelican book didn’t, or for my generation, Harry Potter.  It doesn’t work.

You could put twenty writers in a room, give them the same idea, and they would write twenty different things.  It’s absurd to be jealous. And the person who strives to write what the market demands or what is “hot” right now will fail, because markets and audiences change faster than the publishing system can turn books out.

All we can do is write what we want to write and understand that making ourselves happy is all we may get to do.  And, if we’re lucky, we’ll make a bit of money.  But we can’t guarantee we’ll write a bestseller.  No one can.  If you’re jealous of other writers, you’re simply wasting your own time and energy.  If you compare yourself to other writers, the same applies.  The only writer you should worry about, apart from reading for pleasure, is you.  You’re the only writer who matters then.

gailsimone:

the-grand-high-blood:

petrichor-and-holy-water:

zooophagous:

holy shit cows are huge

And apparently very cuddly

I can verify cows are both and they lick like giant slobbery cats. 

I grew up on a farm, my first pet was a cow. 

She was called Princess, and she was so excited to see me, she would follow me around, she waited by the fence for me to come home from school.

They can be incredibly affectionate and they’re smarter than people think.

(via after-laughters)