"I think if Gail had been born deaf, dumb and with no eyeballs she still would have been drawn to Holly. It’s not about gender in this case. It’s about when your heart splits open and it’s guts are splatter all over the walls. It’s about falling in love." — Charlotte Sullivan


me when im drunk

The more interesting part of this is that it isn’t sexual, and her interest is piqued in someone she’s completely let her guard down with. She’s never done that before, even with the men she’s been head-over-heels in love with. - Charlotte Sullivan

Contrasty Canadian assholes with their promo kissing.

I’m having issues and I’m having a crush

I shouldn’t be writing this, because I’ve only just begun and there’s so much more material I feel I need to consume before I can form an opinion, but I feel things and I need to vent.

I’m a little bit enthralled by Game of Thrones. I’ve put it off for so long, always on my to-read list and even more so as the hype of the series grows and grows. Mostly I’ve pushed it away, because the content seemed too depressing in its misogyny for there to be any kind of joy for me to take from it despite it being a sort of canon text in the fantasy genre. I imagined a world of rape and abuse, a world full of violence against women. And such edges will never be smooth or go down well. Yet here I am, enthralled and engaged by this world in which the misogyny is noticeable, where girls are married off against their will and pregnant before the age of fourteen. My assumptions weren’t wrong, all those things I didn’t want and knew I’d get are here, but I am still compelled to read on. There’s even a joy in me as I turn the pages and delve deeper into this fictional world that holds all the problems of our conservative reality. I’m trying to understand why this world that is so ugly and contains so many problems still manages to speak to me, and in more than anger. It’s a white man’s take on the Dark Ages told from a “post”-colonial point-of-view. Yet…

And how I hate that Yet, because it doesn’t feel…it feels like I’m making excuses where I should only highlight problems. Sexism, racism, it’s there, it influences the story greatly, both on the surface and in the details. But it would also be pointless to lie, because so far I’m really really enjoying this read. I can’t remember the last time I allowed myself to be so removed from reality and ensconced in fiction. Martin’s prose is accessible, incredibly so, but that’s not enough. That’s never enough. There’s something in the way it’s structured and the narratives it slowly build. As a rule I’m pleased in not having much of an interest in anything that isn’t female driven, but these characters despite the misogyny become people in a sense that male and female alike become as interesting and as engaging. 

But it feels like there must be more than this. I’m never easily bought unless you serve me unapologetic female empowerment. And this isn’t that, the violence and attitudes aimed at women as a gender in the structure of this world means it will never be that. Complex female characters with will and agency for sure, but there’s a lot of that in the Fantasy genre so this is not new nor different and definitely not enough to lure me in.

So why am I having this crush on this fictional world? Is it because it breaks a few tropes by not taking the easy ways out? Or is Martin’s language somehow laced with an opiate colouring my opinion? Am I such a slave to patriarchy that all it takes is slight wordly manipulation for me to accept conservative ideals as entertainment? So starved these scraps feed me well?

Or maybe it is due to the fact that even if the world contains so many problems it also tells stories that are usually only told in prejudice and tropes. The “imp” is a man facing very specific obstacles, but dealing with very generic problems. The crippled and disabled aren’t fridged, but given a voice. The bastard isn’t the simple underdog, but also hands out suffering as he ignore his own privileges. The young lady with the fluttering eyelashes is allowed to be as strong as her tomboy sister without the narrative passing judgement on either of them, neither does it ignore that they face very different lives. A father’s strength is equal to a mother’s. It’s all a dance of different weapons, different paths, different strengths, different power, but equal will and soul. It comments on inequalities and it makes a point out of there being a difference in the power of their individual voices. They do not all face the same world even if they all exist inside its boundaries. And rather importantly morality is a game of hypocrisy, something the story doesn’t make us forget.

The psychology behind them all and the psychology used to draw you into their world is well-crafted. Which is a little annoying, because at the end of the day this fiction, despite the multitude of facets, still recreate a world we should leave behind and never recreate in any way or form.

Meeh, I’m talking out of my ass. I haven’t even finished the first book, not even halfway through I think, but there’s something in these words of this world that poke at me and won’t let me simply consume in cultural apathy.

There is such a joy in the entire family being home for a holiday. My father just sighed in disgust as I asked him if there was any bread to make sandwiches with; “If you call it that, your sister bought that healthy stuff that makes your poop float”.

A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith (via discworldquotes)




That looks like either a hospital room or doctor’s surgery. I think someone needs to have a discussion with these two and possibly inappropriate snogging locations.

I met my wife at a Star Trek convention. She was study abroad from France and spoke little English, and I didn’t know a lick of French. So, for the first few months of our relationship, we communicated by speaking Klingon.
Does that mean the episode was *really* good or *really* bad?

For five minutes it was creepy and brilliant, then…then…yeah that thing they always do happened, but it feels like it’s getting worse and we’re losing our connection with all the characters except Ward. And I really don’t feel like I need to have any kind of connection to or with Ward.