terrible but capable of being charming

idionkisson:ok but this photoset does NOT do this masterpiece...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 23:27:31 -0400

ok but this photoset does NOT do this masterpiece justice, my roommate showed it to me yesterday it is two minutes long and it is incredible

girlwithouthands:I propose a new term: ‘wolfbaiting’ for when a work of literature references wolves...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:56:26 -0400

girlwithouthands:

I propose a new term: ‘wolfbaiting’ for when a work of literature references wolves in its title but actually has no wolves

sanshodelaine: guess what, after punk!spike i wanna draw some...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 12:02:10 -0400

sanshodelaine:

guess what, after punk!spike i wanna draw some concept outfits for Buffy too.

what is your fav buffy outft from the series? :3c

kittyorleans: these are a few of my favorite things the absolute delight while reading the thief...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 09:11:01 -0400

kittyorleans:

these are a few of my favorite things

the absolute delight while reading the thief when you realize that gen is a professional and hes really, really good

attolia being unable to process injured man’s worshipful smile is because he just likes looking at her, so she slaps him

if theres one thing a woman understands, it’s the nature of gifts

“yeah and then i killed my husband what of it”

costis being sick of all these smart people he just wants to wrestle lions

third person POV, outsiders perspective of the romance of the century

gen never loses, but winning puts him in a place he hates

He only wins because the gods are forcing him to
safely dead

“i wasn’t thinking of lying to her”

relius obviously being in love with king and queen like

costis unable to process that a person might not want to be freed from slavery

costis in general ok hes my angel, my punk angel, i’d die for him

bunny the man killer who definitely understands why you might not want to be freed from slavery

“he had to be forcibly dissuaded from strangling his son” “so have we all at times”

angel-ofthursday09: You: Damian Wayne is an asshole Me, an intellectual: Damian grew up in an...

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 13:04:38 -0400

angel-ofthursday09:

You: Damian Wayne is an asshole
Me, an intellectual: Damian grew up in an environment in which violence was rewarded and traditional displays of affection were discouraged. Because of this, he has a hard time adjusting to an environment in which people love him unconditionally and their impressions of him aren’t based on his ability to fight. When Damian fights with his family or friends it’s not him trying to push them away but instead him trying to prove his value to them and develop a relationship the only way he knows how

Hi! Big fan of your fics! They're always so good and make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. If you're still taking sick fic prompts, could you do “You’re not looking too hot" with Jason and Bruce please?

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 15:01:31 -0400

High fevers suck. That is all I have to say about this.

Why am I here?

He doesn’t even mean it in an existential way. For once, it’s not a question of why did I get a second chance? Why did the universe bring me back? It’s just a confused, curious question.

What am I doing in the Manor?

He hadn’t been here when he’d… gone to sleep? Gone on patrol? What had he been doing before he woke up here? Jason doesn’t like the way his memory muddles together and stretches thin over the last twenty-four hours. He’d been fine yesterday, he’s sure, and all he knows is that now he’s not.

His head is pounding, each throb making the world blur and spin a little. It makes walking down the staircase difficult, but he manages. Just. Even if he has to ~~collapse~~ sit down on the bottom step for a few minutes and just. Breathe. Be still.

He almost doses off like that, legs stretched out, leaning against the banister. Startles back to awareness, groaning when it cause pain to slice through his head, at the featherlight touch of a hand on his shoulder.

“Jay?” a voice murmurs. Bruce. Jason doesn’t want it to be Bruce. He wants it to be anyone but Bruce. He doesn’t want to see him. He doesn’t want to fight right now. Doesn’t want… want…

He wants. Wants his dad to make it go away. The headache, the dizziness, the way the world just doesn’t make sense. It’s almost like he’s been drinking but he hasn’t and it’s so much worse.

“Bruce?” It’s not a sob. It’s not.

Bruce has this surprising way of reacting to distress. Not like he responds to other emotions. It’s like that special combination of almost-tears and near-panicked, choked pleas hits his ears and a switch is flipped. He knows exactly what to do.

Or maybe it’s just that Jason is his kid and his kid needs him.

He tugs Jason into a hug, curls a hand around the back of his neck, stroking a little with his thumb. He says, “Shh, it’s okay, Jason, you’re okay.”

Jason shakes his head. Regrets it immediately. There’s so much pressure in his head that he thinks it’s going to explode. The pain is seeping into his nerves, spreading through his body until everything aches. “Hurts,” he says, not even caring that tears are streaming down his face and soaking into Bruce’s shirt. Something silky and expensive and utterly ruined.

He feels thirteen instead of twenty, all of a sudden, sick with the worst sinus infection he’s ever had and missing his mum more than ever. He feels fourteen and almost delirious from fever, writhing in sweat-soaked sheets and calling out for Bruce. He feels fifteen and dying. Burning from the outside in and the inside out. In so much pain and none at all. And all he wants is a parent to hold him and make it all go away.

Bruce pulls back slightly, cups Jason’s face with one hand and brushes his bangs back with the other. He hisses through his teeth. “You’re burning up,” he says. “You should be in bed.”

“No,” Jason groans because he doesn’t want to be thirteen or fourteen or fifteen, he wants to be twenty and fine. And twenty-year-old Jason doesn’t want to be here. Twenty-year-old Jason doesn’t want his dad. Twenty-year-old Jason is fine by himself. “‘M okay. ‘M leaving. You can’t… can’t stop me.”

“You really don’t look so hot, Jaylad,” Bruce says, hands rough and gentle as they card through his hair. Jason is still leaning against his chest. He wants to leave but doesn’t want to move.

It occurs to him, through the weird shimmering quality brushed over the world, that Bruce was surprised to find him here. Alarmed that Jason was half-conscious on his staircase. Which means Bruce didn’t find him like this on patrol and drag him home. Dick didn’t, because he wouldn’t have left Jason’s side. Tim would have reported to Bruce. Damian would have had to call someone big enough to carry Jason.

He has no idea how he got here. Just that he’d woken in his old bedroom and panicked. Thought dad instead of Bruce and home instead of Manor. Words he hasn’t associated with this person or this place in a long time. Too long.

He starts crying all over again. Harder, this time, hands coming up to clutch the back of Bruce’s shirt. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t know where all these tears are coming from, and it just makes him cry even more.

Bruce rubs his back. Up and down along the bumps of his spine, just like he did all those other times Jason was sick. It’s soothing. Comforting. Coaxing him to relax, melt bonelessly against his dad. “You don’t have to leave,” Bruce says, quietly, like he doesn’t want to break whatever this moment they’re having is. “You can stay. We’ll take care of you.”

It’s tempting. To let Bruce pick him up and carry him to bed. To let him tuck him in and stroke his hair until he falls asleep. To let him bring him tea and soup and that disgusting cherry flavoured medicine Alfred always has on hand. To let him read to him when he can’t sleep. To let him care.

Temptation is dangerous. A setup for disappointment.

“I’m fine,” Jason reiterates.

Bruce squeezes him. “If you’re sure,” he says.

But when Alfred finds them twenty minutes later, Bruce is still hugging him and Jason is still letting him. Eyes closed and breaths even, somewhere between sleep and awake, caught between memories and reality. He’s starting to think that maybe he found his own way here. That he’s feverish and his head hurts and he wants his dad to make him better.

But Jason isn’t thirteen or fourteen or fifteen anymore. He knows Bruce can’t fix everything, can’t heal every injury or cure every illness just by being there. Jason’s head still hurts and the world is still fuzzy. He’s still confused and miserable and sick.

But. He isn’t alone anymore. And maybe that makes the rest of it bearable.

He’s still not going to let Bruce carry him back up the stairs though. He can walk.

fuckyeahqueensthief: bookaddict7342: k-she-rambles: The part where the gods make Eugenides’ coin...

Fri, 22 Jun 2018 16:36:19 -0400

fuckyeahqueensthief:

bookaddict7342:

k-she-rambles:

The part where the gods make Eugenides’ coin come up lilies no matter how he flips it makes me laugh every time

I always thought he was making it come up lillies through sleight of hand? Do I have too much faith in him?

I think the assumption that it comes from the gods comes from the fact that Eugenides gets increasingly uncomfortable at the lilies showing up. Here’s the quote, and I highlighted one part:

The looking away could make it slight of hand but the word “slapped” denotes that he’s annoyed IMO. and I forgot to highlight it but the last paragraph “with affected disinterest” aka he’s trying to pretend like he doesn’t care. To me that reads that he’s bothered but is trying not to show it. But then a few paragraphs down, you get Relius remarking on Gen’s face.
Which is here, and highlighted:
Which is why everyone believes it was the gods messing with Gen and not a sleight of hand - why would Gen look sick at the thought of landing lilies if he’s the one landing it there in the first place? And given that Relius at this point does not like Gen, it would stand that if Gen had looked arrogant or whatever, Relius would definitely note that, probably with some anger. But here he just seems confused and just as perturbed as Gen does - because it’s likely not a sleight of hand.

So sometimes political groups send my grandmother things in the...

Fri, 22 Jun 2018 16:30:10 -0400

So sometimes political groups send my grandmother things in the mail to try and convince her to give them money but now that she’s in assisted living my dad screens her mail so she doesn’t get overwhelmed with mail so that’s the reason why I have these atrocious brand new socks rn

@deedeeisace I thought you might like these

Photo

Thu, 21 Jun 2018 23:03:52 -0400

ofgodsandthieves: On the subject of Return of the Thief, and how we’re getting it less than TWO...

Thu, 21 Jun 2018 23:02:03 -0400

ofgodsandthieves:

On the subject of Return of the Thief, and how we’re getting it less than TWO YEARS after Thick As Thieves…
Right now this glorious fandom is reminding me of the king’s attendants, clustered together, half in awe, half in shock, digesting the fact that Eugenides promised his wife he’d destroy the house of Erondites in six months and instead accomplished it in NINETY-EIGHT DAYS.
…
Well played, @meganwhalenturner. Well played.

IT’S CALLED WHAT

queensandkingsofattolia: shaelit: Legit though @meganwhalenturner is like half a decade early and...

Wed, 20 Jun 2018 22:33:42 -0400

queensandkingsofattolia:

shaelit:

Legit though @meganwhalenturner is like half a decade early and not only is that the sneakiest thing she’s ever done in a long, long line of sneaky things but also I thought?? I would have?? More time?? To prepare?? Myself????

THIS IS THE BEST PLOT TWIST EVER

God I’m just not READY

spasticatt:D'awwwwwwww

Wed, 20 Jun 2018 20:18:48 -0400

spasticatt:

D'awwwwwwww

Anybody have a good homemade bread recipe, preferably one that can be made gluten free as well?

Wed, 20 Jun 2018 20:15:20 -0400

Anybody have a good homemade bread recipe, preferably one that can be made gluten free as well?

thiefofeddis: they’re just the cutest

Wed, 20 Jun 2018 19:48:02 -0400

thiefofeddis:

they’re just the cutest

throwaninkpot: meganwhalenturner:By the way, guess who sent a...

Wed, 20 Jun 2018 19:42:45 -0400

throwaninkpot:

meganwhalenturner:
By the way, guess who sent a manuscript to her editor, go on, guess.

@shaelit @queensandkingsofattolia @indigo-night-wisp @ninedaysaqueen @freenarnian @mander-lee @ewokshootsfirst

sabrielart: reworked a painting i did a couple years...

Wed, 20 Jun 2018 13:00:31 -0400

sabrielart:

reworked a painting i did a couple years back

Eugenides from The Thief by @meganwhalenturner

Hi! I've been following you for a bit now, and your endless praise and love for Megan Turner's books has really made me want to read them because WOW they look like they're amazing. If you don't mind me asking, is there any particular order that you think I should read them in? I know the first one was released in the 90s, but are there any prequel-type materials that maybe I should read first? Thank you so much for your time! I really love your blog, it makes me very happy.

Wed, 20 Jun 2018 13:00:31 -0400

Oh my gosh yes my time has come, lol

Ok so I suggest reading them in publication order. MWT says that you don’t HAVE to, and that in some ways, reading The Thief first spoils some of the Drama of King of Attolia, but I personally don’t think that at all. So I suggest publication order, which is this:

The Thief
The Queen of Attolia
The King of Attolia
A Conspiracy of Kings
Thick as Thieves
Unwritten Book 6 (you might be waiting a while for that one)

There are also short stories, some of which are published on Megan’s website, and some of which are included in the newest editions of the books. You don’t have to read any of them to understand and get the full story, but they are, of course, masterpieces by themselves.

Go forth @alistersangelsong! Welcome to the squad! (Did anyone ever decide on an official name for QT fans? I propose the Queen’s Guard if not. @queensandkingsofattolia ?

sabrielart: reworked a painting i did a couple years...

Wed, 20 Jun 2018 00:40:36 -0400

sabrielart:

reworked a painting i did a couple years back

Eugenides from The Thief by @meganwhalenturner

What about those tall tales? Paul Bunyan, Johnny appleseed, Pecos bill, all I feel are very much in the vein of a fairy tale in a way. But I understand they aren't as equivalent.

Tue, 19 Jun 2018 20:22:25 -0400

As a disclaimer I’m not a PhD or anything, I majored in history and minored in art history (I did do a core study on American history, if that is of any consolation) so I’m not really an authority on any of this. It’d be fun to go to school and study this sort of stuff though ~~English programs here I come~~

So, with the Tall Tales/legends I personally believe they function under American folklore.

Now the definitions of folktales vs fairytales can be dicey, in my opinion, as the definition of folklore is “oral tradition” so fairytales have a foundation in folklore. However, American Tall Tales originated from “bragging contests” on the frontier and are thus a “tall tale.” From this we see a historical and cultural aspect of these stories occurring orally in a distinct time and place.

While folktales can include supernatural elements, they are more emphasized in fairytales. In an American fairytale I don’t really suppose you could break away from a folkloric origin, nor should you; all fairytales have a root in folklore. However, based on my (pretty humble college class) study on fairytales, they also include sociocultural elements as well as societal instructions FOR society. But perhaps most importantly (and perhaps most recently) is the process and perspective of conflict. There are many different fairytales and schools of analytics so I can’t make sweeping statements, but the sticking point of many is that the internal and external conflict are tied together. Internal affects external and vice versa, so fairytales often have psychological elements to them.

Not to say that folklore can’t have psychological elements but perhaps fairytales exhibit them more pertinently.

With this I can say that I believe OTGW is a fairytale because of the formerly stated reasons, as the external conflicts interact consistently with Wirt’s internal conflict.

One could still make an argument for The Wizard of Oz, using my outlined terms, but I still believe that it’s not fully actualized (that’s just me, though ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

As for the Tall Tales, I see them as American folklore, distinctly as a presentation of cultural and societal ideas, ideals, experiences, lessons, etc. with a time stamp on their origination, even if the origination is more recent (like Pecos Bill, for example. He was “created” in the early 20th but still upheld the other older folkloric traditions).

That’s all I can really say from the top of my head without dragging resource books from my basement, which I don’t want to do because then I’d have to go down the stairs lol. Once again, just my opinion so 🤗 you’re free to believe whatever you wish!

Thanks for this question, I actually had fun exercising my brain for a bit!

xliaxtasadako: calamitys-child: Me reading academic papers: incoherent nonsense. Bullshit. I could...

Tue, 19 Jun 2018 16:59:34 -0400

xliaxtasadako:

calamitys-child:

Me reading academic papers: incoherent nonsense. Bullshit. I could write better than this in my sleep

Me writing academic papers: this sentence is 206 words long and contains 19 commas & a semicolon, fuck you

You either die with a bachelors degree or you stay in college long enough to watch yourself become the villain.