The little shadow that runs through the grass

Reposting

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 10:06:27 -0400

All right: I don’t want to delete the links or posts in this blog right now, so it’s staying up while I consider whether or not I should let them (and the URL) go.

I have a personal blog set up over at bright-wings and that’s where I’ll be. If I can do anything to help out with the ‘arc of lost souls’ plot, in Messy’s absence, please send me a message.

Good luck to you all, and be well.

All right: I don’t want to delete the links or posts in this blog right now, so it’s...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 17:32:22 -0400

All right: I don’t want to delete the links or posts in this blog right now, so it’s staying up while I consider whether or not I should let them (and the URL) go.

Good luck to you all, and be well.

[This blog is on hiatus until further notice.]

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 14:11:19 -0400

[This blog is on hiatus until further notice.]

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Fri, 27 Apr 2012 17:00:47 -0400

Reblog if you want a message to turn you on.

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 14:58:46 -0400

"I think that all writing is useful for honing writing skills. I think you get better as a writer by..."

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 13:33:35 -0400

“

I think that all writing is useful for honing writing skills. I think you get better as a writer by writing, and whether that means that you’re writing a singularly deep and moving novel about the pain or pleasure of modern existence or you’re writing Smeagol-Gollum slash you’re still putting one damn word after another and learning as a writer.

(I just made that up. I imagine it would go something like: “Oh, the preciouss, we takes it our handssses and we rubs it and touchess it, gollum….no, Smeagol musst not touch the preciousss, the master said only he can touch the precioussss…. bad masster, he doess not know the precious like we does, no, gollum, and we wants it, we wants it hard in our handses, yesss…” etc etc)

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-
Neil Gaiman on fanfiction (via wibblywobblyotp)

BECAUSE THIS.

(via mycroftsmindtardis)

Neil Gaiman. Just wrote Smeagol/Gollum slash. Your argument is invalid.

(via roane72)

Neil = Hero

(via tardiscrash)

It wasn’t just slash…it was slash smut. BRB, DYING!!!

(via ravens-nest)

I cannot even contemplate what is happening on my screen right now!

(via aw8tingannabell)

I can’t even anymore.

(via velociraider)

You guys realize the same man wrote The Problem of Susan? As in, Aslan/White Witch? I love him through and through, I’m just saying here. ;)

It doesn't matter if you're in Canada or not,

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 12:02:06 -0400

accioharo:

we-sing-in-time:

Canadian women are in danger of losing their right to choose. Please go and sign this petiton if you think that abortion is a personal choice, not a national one. Reblog.

http://petition.liberal.ca/abortion-debate-woodworth-harper-canada-reproductive-rights-pro-choice-lucie-pepin/

This shit doesn’t just happen in America, as much as people like to pretend it does. Boosting.

skyloftshero: [ SCREAMS. ]

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 10:56:44 -0400

skyloftshero:

[ SCREAMS. ]

Post- A:TLA Head Canon

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 10:35:19 -0400

margaretmead:

Mai and Zuko got married, obviously, and the first thing Mai did when she moved into the Palace was adopt a cat. She named it “Your Honor”, simply so she could go around the palace shouting

“Zuko, I can’t find Your Honor! Zuko, do you know where Your Honor is? Zuko, you have to get Your Honor down from that tree! Zuko, Your Honor is terrorizing the turtle ducks again.”

Photo

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 10:16:10 -0400

In the breast-pocket of the suit he intends to wear to the funeral, there’s a handwritten letter for...

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 10:04:27 -0400

In the breast-pocket of the suit he intends to wear to the funeral, there’s a handwritten letter for Koschei: a single sheet of psychic paper, folded over.

Ko,

I’m sorry if I switch tenses during this. I’m not running on a lot of sleep yet and I was never very together even at the best of times. I think I’ve rewritten and crossed out things about a thousand times so far; the console room is covered with papers I crumpled up.

There’ll be a funeral. Your body will be burnt. We’ll be out on the shore watching, with alcohol and crying and fireworks and all the silences nobody knows how to fill up. The molecules in your body will drift apart; most of your organs and tissue will be oxidized in the burning process while the dry bone fragments crumble to ash, phosphates and minerals. People walking on Gallifrey will breathe you in, step on you, swim in you—carry you across the universe. If we tried to find you, track down all your component atoms, they’d be indistinguishable. You’d be gone.

Nothing left to carry anything or bear any weight. Your soul would be untethered. I know how badly you’ve wanted that, for so long. I know how much you want to sleep.

I don’t know if I have the right to place anything on your back or on your shoulders or in your arms. I don’t know what you’ll be carrying with you. The only thing I want you to bring is memories, the good memories, memories of dancing and laughter and people in your arms, because the only thing I’ve ever wanted you to be is happy.

So here they are. All the good memories. This psychic paper carries the imprint of them, as many as I can find, underneath your fingertips and off the scent of the paper and in the words. I don’t know how else to give them to you, to reach you, when you’re gone, and it’s selfish to want to cling to you and say: me, mine, love me more, I loved you best. I can’t. I have to let you go.

Put all your weight on me. I’ll take care of them all. I’ll carry them all wherever they need to go. I’ll keep going, I’ll keep walking, and I’ll do whatever you need me to do. Let go, be free, and be happy. If you meet God, laugh in his face. Only take with you the love of so many people—all the hearts that pecked at your ribcage until your own got loose—and my love: stupid, baffled, hopeless, exasperated, bigger on the inside by many worlds and galaxies, it made me alive and I will never be able to repay you for that. You will always be part of me, my code and my signature, no matter what happens to the Imprimatur.

You are, were, will be loved. Take these memories with you and remember us. We wait to shed our own heaviness and watch our bodies disappear; we’ll join you, and you’ll keep running and laughing at us all.

Messy

RPer/Character QA Time! Inbox me!

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 14:34:53 -0400

1. RPer's real name?
2. Why did I choose my character, and how do I choose to play him/her?
3. If my character was born in a different era, what would I change about him/her?
4. Rper x Character; how would our relationship go?
5. Give one headcanon l have about my character(s).
6. Favourite thing about character.
7. What do you imagine when I think of my character?
8. If I changed your character's clothing options, what would I change and why?
9. If my character were to be given a haircut by me, what would I do?
10. If my character were to die, how would I react?
11. What is character's biggest secret?
12. What does RPer ship character with?
13. Worst moment for character.
14. Best moment for character.
15. What RPer secretly wants character to do.
16. How character reacts to magic anons.
17. What RPer likes about character.
18. What character prefers the most on Tumblr.
19. Most likely scenario for character on Tumblr.
20. What does RPer dislike about character?

drhfquinzel replied to your post: Unpopular opinion behind the cut Uh…what. Am I being too pissy?

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 13:44:16 -0400

drhfquinzel replied to your post: Unpopular opinion behind the cut

Uh…what.

Am I being too pissy?

Unpopular opinion behind the cut

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 10:52:12 -0400

Possibly I’m being too hormonal and pissy today, but:

“I was down in Gloucestershire with some friends, who turned out to be useless. I won’t mention their names, they’re quite well known friends, a director and a very brilliant actress.”

“So I rang some friends of mine – and when I say friends, I mean the top casting directors in England who were all on holiday because we observe this little Judeo-Christian cult holiday called Christmas. Whereas, you know, some kids in this part of town, [circles his hands to indicate Los Angeles]with their Crackberrys, don’t.”

’ He said: “I just looked at it and went: ‘Begone, woman. Bring it back when it says “Sherlock Holmes” or Steven Moffat or myself — someone else who’s more deserving than the second series of “Downton Abbey.” ’ ”

Exhibiting a diplomacy that his Holmes is not known for, Mr. Cumberbatch stopped himself from saying anything more about the rival television series.

“I know too many people who are in it,” he said. “I thought the first series was good. That’s what I’ll say.” ‘

What ingredients does it take to make you?

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 10:23:38 -0400

What ingredients does it take to make you? :

fairytale-villain:

suchanadorer:

geoff-lestrudel:

kellyisdeansbitch:

deanwinchesterinmybed:

Gemma is made of poison, tea, and ocean. With a dash of the North

Kelly is made of honey, instrumental, and mistrusting. With a dash of Fanfiction.

Enya is made of ice, rice, and sunlight. With a dash of DANGER ZONE.

Erin is made of fire, pens, and starlight. With a dash of radiation.

Emily is made of sugar, enemies, and desperation. With a dash of AMERICA.

Gillian is made of Fantasy, spinach, and honesty. With a dash of hentai.

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Wed, 25 Apr 2012 16:53:21 -0400

hoursago: crowley receives a commendation just for starting all...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 14:24:47 -0400

hoursago:

crowley receives a commendation just for starting all the book vs. e-reader fights that make everyone mad

thedoctor12: thefezcrew: ginger-but-a-girl: thecumbermaster: Attention: The Master dies on...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 13:18:29 -0400

thedoctor12:

thefezcrew:

ginger-but-a-girl:

thecumbermaster:

Attention:
The Master dies on Sunday. The funeral will be held the week after.
Open invitation. Bring your own booze.

Let’s all go cry and get pissed.

YES!

HE WONT STEAL MY TARDIS!

YES!

YES!

You Otherfucking—Rassilon fucking christ. Someone’s fucking dying and all you fucking care about is your damn TARDIS. I’m glad I never became you. You actually make me sick. Congrats on that.

If you ever, ever come near him, I’ll have your head on a platter and leave it in your TARDIS.

And there’s at least five people I can think of who will give me an alibi and help. You don’t deserve to call yourself the Doctor. I honestly don’t give a shit about your feelings towards him, there’s a man dying and people actually give a shit.

So sit down and shut your Otherfucking mouth before you sign your death warrant.

a) Seriously: Stop cheering about my pilot’s death or I will sit very quietly in one place and watch you burn off your remaining regenerations.

b) Less seriously: My drink does not have alcohol in it for this. Alcohol is good for taking care of things, I have found. Somebody needs to remedy that.

(I know I get lost a lot and leave books everywhere and store questionable things in the fridge, but…)

magicaldeductions: sweet jesus I demand this be an actual...

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 12:31:33 -0400

magicaldeductions:

sweet jesus

I demand this be an actual video game now.

yluk: The World Font // A - J

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 12:25:16 -0400

yluk:

The World Font // A - J