Some directors go in with a machine gun, shoot, like, 40 hours. I’m not wasting my fucking time. This is not random art. It’s about being in tune with the scene and finding it.
Old enough to know better, young enough to care.
Geekgirl since Before the Internet, with an eclectic and ever-changing list of things I adore. Comparative Lit major, researcher, editor. Voracious reader and re-reader. Fanfic reader and occasional writer.
Slide from a Health at Every Size meeting tonight, presented by Actual Registered Dietitians and Actual Exercise Physiologists. Denying fat people a world where they can safely participate in exercise kills them far more often than just being fat does.
The problem, of course, is that the people who aren’t ~~~glorifying obesity~~~ will just define “fitness” as “being not fat”, and then point at the leftmost portion of the graph shrieking “SEE!!! SEE HOW DEADLY BEING FAT IS!!!11!!1!
Or they’ll just ignore anything that doesn’t fit their view of the world. That’s always a popular choice.
I should emphasize that on this image, using this study data, “fitness” has a very specific definition that has nothing to do with weight, and everything to do with cardiopulmonary efficiency.
This is something I keep harping on. Fitness and BMI are not as tightly correlated as many people think they are. I know too many people (including myself) who have embarked on a plan to improve their fitness, only to give up in despair when “it didn’t work” because it didn’t produce significant weight loss.
"I did find it essential to stay true to the spirit of Tolkien; every day I was on the set with the book in the one hand, and the script in the other. Whenever Peter Jackson strayed too far from Tolkien, I shouted: ‘Yes, but on page 497 of the book it says otherwise!"
Ian McKellen (via grumpybilbo)
Ian McKellen: Fanboy extraordinaire. If only he’d been able to do something about the Kili-Tauriel-Legolas triangle shit.
Grimm and Other Folk Tales.
One of my personal projects from 2009.
Prints available from my shop.
These are gorgeous, and my myth-obsessed 10yo would love them all.
Is there anyone out there that is 30 or over? Sometimes I feel like the oldest person here. If you are 30+ please reblog this.
53, 54 in August.
Fandom age reference: My first fanfics were published on Usenet, but I had a friend who was still publishing an actual fic based print fanzine at that point.
Your mother’s maiden name, the name of your first pet, your birthday and the first street you grew up on are usually the same fields used for password security reset questions
Good to remember!
Anonymous asked: How to write an effective fight scene?
Know what’s going on. Alternately, keep track of all your body parts. It’s astounding how many heroes can punch the villain in the face while they’re locked in a death grip. Where did that extra arm come from? If you must, borrow a really good friend and make them walk through it with you. Offer baked goods as an incentive. You should also learn about actually fighting, and for that, you should check out this blog. Also, keep track of the environment. Is it icy? Someone’s going to slip. Dusty? An excellent diversion if cast in someone’s eyes. Woodland? Someone is going to trip over a log/be bashed into a tree/impaled with a stick.
Descriptions should be simple. This is possibly the worst place for purple prose. Fight scenes should be fast and exciting, and contain a smooth flow of action or ideas. Extraneous words will really weigh down your scene. I want to read about hitting and breaking bones and stuff, not about how blue the sky is (although for some reason colors always seem more vivid after I’ve had a few knocks).
There are three kinds of fights. The one where everyone is evenly match, the one where you own the battlefield, and the one where you get your ass handed to you. You can usually tell which one it’s going to be in the opening blows. Write your character’s emotions and approach to the fight accordingly. For example, if the character knows they’re about to lose horrendously, they might just throw themselves into it in an effort to make something of themselves before they’re pounded into the dust.
Read more here.
Most of this advice also applies to sex scenes, by the way.
I’ve read so much badly written sex by now that if I have to stop to draw a diagram, I generally just give up. Likewise if I start to laugh about the utter impossibility of a certain action, position, or chain of events.
these ladies give me feels | attolia irene
He’d had a porcine habit of eating her food when he’d finished his own. When his wine cup was empty, he would reach without comment for hers, having noted if she’d sampled it first. She sat through her wedding feast with her lips stinging from the poison of the powdered coleus leaf that had touched them as she pretended to drink, then watched as he took her wine, as casually as he had taken her country, and choked on it and died.
—The Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner
Just need to reblog…
His show was so bizarre but soothing, I’ll never get over the episode with the crayon factory. That was so cool
I was so relieved to find out that he was pretty much the same way off camera.
I remember having a really shitty day in my 20’s. I sat down on the couch, turned on the TV, and there was Mister Rogers telling me that I was someone special. I’m in my 40’s now, but I will always be grateful to him for turning that awful day around. Mister Rogers made my childhood, though I didn’t appreciate him as much back then, and my adulthood.
My first love.
Seriously. Mom reports that I would stand entranced, watching him on our tiny black and white tv.
This man seriously made the world a better place.
"Let’s say we take your tax dollars and turn them over to a private business to assume the job of educating our children. Let’s say we allow the owners of those businesses to put friends and relatives on the boards overseeing the operations. And we allow the businesses to award no-bid contracts to vendors who might be friends and relatives. And we don’t permit access to records that might tell taxpayers how much money the people running the business are paying themselves. Good plan? It must be, because that’s what we do with charter schools."
Despite years of trying to monetize education for the masses (as opposed to the elites), efforts to to it better via private industry and turn a profit along the way continue to fail miserably
The Muggle Studies classroom is always locked. In fact, there are few rooms in the castle with as much magical protection. There’s a special password needed to enter that’s distributed carefully to the year’s students on the first day of classes. They are sworn to secrecy and, to date, no one has broken that trust.
There’s more to this security than just fear of vandalism, though there has been that. Charity Burbage spent more than her fair share of time scrubbing nasty messages off her office door when she first started teaching. For a while it was a point of pride that she used her own effort to remove the hateful words. Then came the morning when she fell asleep next to a bucket of soapy water and was nearly late for her first lesson of the day. After that, she cast a Repelling Charm on her office and tried not to feel guilty about it.
The real reason for the layers of charms wrapped around the classroom is what goes on after hours. If you were to stroll by on any given night. you may see a tearful first year or a stressed out fifth year or even a cool and confident prefect strolling up to the door. You’d see them execute a complex set of wand patterns, whisper a word, and look around furtively before they enter.
If you were to follow them in (and I would not suggest this, for the room has its own way of dealing with intruders), you’d see students of all Houses and years, talking and studying and reading. But you may miss what they have in common: they’re all Muggle born. This classroom is the after-hours refuge of those who feel as if they don’t belong, those who find themselves trapped between the magical and the mundane, their parents and their classmates. Here there are shelves of magazines whose covers don’t move; there are stacks of textbooks on science and math, heavy tomes of Shakespeare and thin volumes of poetry.
In the corner you may see Justin Finch-Fletchley studying for his A-levels. He had promised his mum that he would at least try for them, even if he wasn’t sure he would ever leave the magical world. Sometimes Hermione Granger joins him, and they teach each other calculus and world history and pore over the periodic table.
By the fireplace you could find that tearful first year sitting with the calm prefect, their heads bent close. You might hear the first year pour out his heart, outline his fears, confess his insecurities. The prefect could respond in kind, admitting to the knot of confusion that lies underneath her placid exterior. They might then take out their wands and practice a spell, or pull out a child’s fairy tale collection and read aloud.
If you were a Muggle-born, this might be your sanctuary. It might be the place you miss most when you go home for the summer and try to fit your square peg into a world of round holes. It might be what you defend at the Battle of Hogwarts, fighting for your right to be confused and not fit in. It might be why you come back as the new Muggle Studies professor, why you create an after-hours class to help others get their A-levels and apply to university.
But then again, it might be just another classroom.
(written and submitted by the lovely ppyajunebug. There’s a tremendous sweetness to this that I find very appealing, something comforting about knowing that the Muggle-borns have their own space. This blog often explores the horrifying and strange, but sometimes it’s nice to consider good things, as well.)
This matches with headcanon I’ve had for a long time.
We see no sign that Hogwarts has any kind of “onboarding” for muggleborn students. No orientation, no classes in wizarding cultural literacy. Despite the fact that attending Hogwarts seems to be an acceptance that a child will be joining the wizarding world, and despite the fact that the Statute of Secrecy seems to require that you have to choose one world over the other, rather than blending your cultures, Muggleborns appear to be left to figure it out for themselves. This, of course allows the Pureblood faction to keep the Muggleborns in their place; you cannot prepare yourself for jobs you don’t know exist, and you will always be off-balance culturally in a world where you are unfamiliar with even the fairy tales.
I’ve fantasized about a post-Voldemort world in which Hogwarts runs Muggle book clubs for purebloods, in which new Muggleborn students are enrolled in classes on wizarding culture and etiquette and assigned open minded (probably Half-blood) mentors. In which at the end of second year every student rotates through an exposure to the non-mandatory subjects like Arithmancy or Ancient Runes, so that they know what those courses are about, and in which Muggleborns get more than a stack of Ministry-written brochures about wizarding careers in order to choose which OWLs they are going to pursue.
"Dear fandom, reading/writing fanfiction that turns white, heterosexual men into gay men while ignoring and writing out women and people of color is, in fact, not primarily about gay rights or feminism, no matter what you tell yourself. We can talk about intersectionality of slash fiction when, you know, slash starts being primarily about people other than pretty, white heterosexual men with positions of power and agency within their own narratives. Or, you know, when femslash isn’t something you actively have to hunt down. Meanwhile, I’ll continue to see the proliferation of slash (and not slash as a genre itself) as a manifestation of how patriarchal narratives train women (and men!) to mostly care about and identify with (white!) male characters while writing women and people of color out."
This is a valid critique i think to a larger extent, and I don’t necessarily disagree with it. But what I think it leaves out is the fact that a lot of slash is not about gayness per se, its about the public articulation of women’s erotic sexual fantasies, and the fact that slash exists partially to fill a void in women’s lives, where they feel much mainstream media and porn don’t cater to what turns them on. And yes, there are certain race politics to those desires that need to be analyzed. For sure. But I always think its dangerous when people want to ‘reduce’ slash to women identifying with (white) men, because to some extent, this is women objectifying men in a particular sexual way. And while I don’t always approve of the way in which that happens, by any means, to not acknowledge that that is what is happening is an invisiblization of its own that keeps women always as the receivers of a sexual gaze and never the proprietors of one.
I wasn’t gonna do a thing because I didn’t want metadrama/debates in my life rn but this was in my queue and I forgot so I guess I’m going to have to suck it up.
I really really dislike this argument - that which says that we’re essentially just doing to men what is done to women in media: objectifying them. This is patently untrue.
In a true reversal of media’s objectifying lens, we would treat female characters (and characters of color!) as people, and (white) men as 2-dimensional objects whose role in and impact upon our fan-generated narratives is minimal at best.
Instead, in the largest segments of slash fandom(s), we erase or demonize female characters (&/or PoC) while adding to the (white) male characters’ complexity by providing a multiplicity of narratives that grant them (the w.m. charas) agency, backstories, rich and varied emotions, and desires (many of which we fulfill/reward in our stories).
Oh, and when there are female/PoC-centric shows/movies, we frequently ignore them in favor of building ever-larger fandoms for white dude-centric media.
How is this a reversal, exactly?
I’ve read some awesome slash. I’ve read hot-like-fire slash. I’ve read slash that tells gorgeous stories. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m frequently uncomfortable with exactly the points made above: that these stories grow out of a manifestation of a cultural need to make characters fit a constrictive patriarchal narrative of passive and active, pursued and pursuer, top and bottom, taker and giver, and that happy ever after is encoded primarily or even solely in the love-marriage-baby carriage progression.
my internship wants me to write 2-3 blog posts a WEEK about mental illness, such as broad information and how it affects life and tips and tricks and stuff and just
NOT QUALIFIED FOR THIS
One huge issue is whether to disclose at work, and if so how much, and how to do it. You may need an accommodation (time for appointments, for example) and to get it, you need to disclose.
There are some pretty good online resources (check the Boston University Center for Psychiatric Rehabilitation and the Pathways to Positive Futures RTC), but there’s also a lot of research about the downsides of being open with your employer.
Disclosure is a huge issue and could easily result in some good blog posts, but BE CAREFUL about language and your choice of viewpoint and source!
"INFPs, like all NFs, have a strong sense of metaphor. This may lead to the anthromorphization of animals or inanimate objects. For example, they may see a fly sitting on the glass and wonder what it is thinking……. Or an INFP may feel sorry for an inanimate object, i.e. they may feel secretly feel bad for an old bottle of shampoo that is being heartlessly replaced by the new bottle they just bought. The metaphorical abilities of the INFPs cause them to see things as alive and possessing feelings—not that they actually believe this, but they cannot help but imagine it."
Hm, I’m a strong NT every time I have taken this test, but this describes me to a T. When I was a child I wept for days when our car died and went to the junkyard because I thought it would be lonely without us. I have a hard time releasing outgrown children’s clothes because things worn together will get separated. Toy Story 3 is my freakin’ kryptonite.