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Video Post Sun, May. 19, 2013 89,907 notes

thesockmonkeyrenegade:

kylobe:

geromykyle:

you’re welcome

fuckign finally thank u friend

Also to be noted, don’t go over there expecting all the men to look like your favourite English actor, because you’re just setting yourself up for the disappointment of a fucking lifetime.

pretty much covers all of the cringe I had from the ‘American to British translations’ … thing that was circulating on tumblr a few weeks ago.

AND NOW YOU KNOW.

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Text Post Fri, Apr. 27, 2012 3 notes

(I went to a local poetry event and somewhat embarrassed a nine year old boy after speaking to his father {who was running the night} because I encouraged him to read out a poem of his own the next time it was held. He looked like he wanted to sink into the ground. Then I got drunk and wrote this.)

does he have something to burst from

tight, tight, tight, tight

long after the last of the sun’s swallowing sandbars shrink away from the tables and salt shakers

could he?

could he be his own, on his own

tight, tight, tight, tight

waiting, writing, waiting,

tight,

outside of the cigarette smoke and the apologetic obscenities,

all too aware of your presence

part of something bigger

part of something last, part of something out of place and awkward and shy by the register at the counter, all freckles and bashfulness,

too aware of your father’s bragging,

too unaware of the admiration of others,

genuine,

hazed,

blurred, out of place,

out of place.

How could you ever write words the way he does without being compared

to the way he does?

Without cursing and distracting and veering sharply away from expectations regardless of your birthrite?

You’re welcome, with your short, sharp sneezes, with your freckles and young voice

without the way your jaw drops

He knows what a eulogy is because he asked

He isn’t sure if his father lives more or less away from his cup of tea,

more or less in the spotlight and the dark red backdrop of glaring windows,

more or less in the view of fifty people, decades older than he is, an unreachable age, unfathomable in being nine, almost ten, but not, not quite

not quite,

not ever

not ever.

I could never be the lawyer that my father is, so who am I to ask you to be the poet your father is?






Text Post Thu, Apr. 12, 2012 3 notes

hnnnnnggggg - feel free to ignore me, just ranting about the (simplified) plot of my screenplay

My dissertation is being such a bitch right now

And hell, this is never going to be made, so I might as well explain it to some degree (leaving out the explosions and the gang warfare and the murder mystery aspect, of course)

Ugh

Man, I just wanted to write about lesbians in the 1920s and address the fact that time travel narratives only ever have straight men going back in time and having essentially the same social status and privilege in society and man, wouldn’t it suck if you were a PoC or a woman or gay?

Plus, time travel films always seem to give the traveler the chance to go home or, if they stay, it’s their decision to stay - wouldn’t it suck if you were trapped in another time forever and you had to completely readjust your life and the privileges you might have been taking for granted and then you have to live through shitty events that you know are coming but you have no chance of changing or stopping them?

After my film is over, Jules doesn’t get to go home - she has to live through the fucking Great Depression and WWII and the McCarthy Era and hell, that’s provided that she isn’t one of the 700+ gang war casualties that happen in the Chicago area before Prohibition is over in 1933

Oh, and the woman she loves dies

Man, I feel like such an asshole

and now I have to go write a montage. :/ As much as I love my concept, fuuuck thiiiiis.







Text Post Thu, Mar. 08, 2012 3 notes

I told one of my very good friends about my eating disorder this evening

It went pretty okay, I’d think. It’s always really nerve-wracking to put yourself out there like that, and I always have this intense paranoia that people won’t believe me for whatever reason (they’ve seen me eat, I’m not rail thin, I’m not fainting constantly, I don’t disappear to purge after every meal- whatever preconception I’m most worried about at the time), but she took it pretty well and was really supportive.

I suppose what surprised me most was that she told me that she hadn’t even guessed. I know that I get that reaction sometimes, and that eating disorders are in and of themselves incredibly, intensely secret, but it did stun me a little. Either I’ve recovered to some relative point of normalcy or I’ve becomefucking brilliantat hiding it. Not sure which.

Either way, it went alright, and I’m glad I told her… but damn, that’s one way to really wake me up, haha.






Photo Post Wed, Mar. 07, 2012 2 notes

god, idek, I am so tired right now
my best Frankenstein’s Monster impression
are you guys impressed by my in depth critical reading
are you

god, idek, I am so tired right now

my best Frankenstein’s Monster impression

are you guys impressed by my in depth critical reading

are you




Photo Post Sun, Mar. 04, 2012 396 notes

jaiman1998:

my life in a nutshell

oh look, it’s me, still agonising over my screenplay at 2:48 in the morning.
I’m not half as bouncy though.

jaiman1998:

my life in a nutshell

oh look, it’s me, still agonising over my screenplay at 2:48 in the morning.

I’m not half as bouncy though.

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Things To Do Today:

  • Blunder my way through The Reader Revealed and pretend that I totally had enough time this weekend to read Vanity Fair by Thackeray
  • Write fic whilst in The Reader Revealed and don’t get caught
  • Eat stir fry
  • Go to LGBT+ committee meeting
  • Finish one page outline, write first page of adaptation of The Tales of Beedle the Bard
  • Work on dissertation script
  • Give up on dissertation script
  • Finish smutty, stupidly late Valentine’s Day exchange fic for in-ictu-octi
  • Try not to panic for tomorrow
  • Outline and begin the next section of Volunteer Hours, if time permits

Things Not To Do Today:

  • Panic
  • Forget to eat
  • Sleep all afternoon
  • Get caught on mapcrunch in the suburbs of Berlin for three hours
  • Watch any more of that fucking ‘Extreme Couponing’ show. It is terrifying.

And, above all else, I am not to try and make a video of Moriarty dicking around, set to ‘Come Fly With Me’ by Frank Sinatra. That would just be silly.

…. yeah, sounds feasible.

but hey, hey, guys-

I get to essentially write Harry Potter fanfiction in script format and get it marked. I get to write Hermione in the Forest of Dean. I am totally TOTALLY going to email Emma Watson and get her on board for this shit.






Text Post Mon, Feb. 13, 2012 3 notes

lightningcatters:

There’s apparently been a murder on the road I use every day?

I stayed at a friend’s over Saturday night and walking back the next morning noticed that there were a load of police but, having had no sleep, didn’t think anything other than “police? police…”.

Today, walking back from Morrison’s I noticed loads of yellow tape, and then come back to find people on Facebook complaining how the BBC article mentions that it’s in a heavily student occupied area but not thought to be student related. It’s like when there was a murder on the road I used to take to my high school bus.

Messed up, man. 

It’s really quite unsettling to find your usual path blocked by unexpected police tape.

Yeah, it just about blew my mind. It’s about 100 yards from my house and probably 25 from Aphre’s.

I am morbidly, stupidly curious about what actually happened there, but I completely agree. Apparently, there have been loads of problems/police calls from that small cluster of houses in the past year…






Photo Post Mon, Feb. 06, 2012 88 notes

the-unpopular-opinions:

Own up to your actions. Not everyone will like them.

>implying that everybody who is slut-shamed is actually ‘promiscuous’ (i.e.: rape victims, people that are wearing certain clothes, et cetera)
>implying that people who are involved with any variant of sex work should be slut-shamed, as it is generally their decision to partake in it
>implying that women deserve to be slut-shamed and that a double standard does not exist when it comes to men and promiscuity
It’s great that you’re comfortable with the decisions that you make in your life, but slut-shaming is a problem. Not just for people that actively choose to be promiscuous (who should not beguilt-tripped by others or made to be ashamed of their decisions simply because they are sexual beings and {generally} female-identifying), but also for people who are not promiscuous at all.
Yes, people will judge you. That doesn’t mean that they are completely correct and justified in doing so.

the-unpopular-opinions:

Own up to your actions. Not everyone will like them.

>implying that everybody who is slut-shamed is actually ‘promiscuous’ (i.e.: rape victims, people that are wearing certain clothes, et cetera)

>implying that people who are involved with any variant of sex work should be slut-shamed, as it is generally their decision to partake in it

>implying that women deserve to be slut-shamed and that a double standard does not exist when it comes to men and promiscuity

It’s great that you’re comfortable with the decisions that you make in your life, but slut-shaming is a problem. Not just for people that actively choose to be promiscuous (who should not beguilt-tripped by others or made to be ashamed of their decisions simply because they are sexual beings and {generally} female-identifying), but also for people who are not promiscuous at all.

Yes, people will judge you. That doesn’t mean that they are completely correct and justified in doing so.

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