bopping over here to report a bunch of bots and then probably go back to my government name account. if you know, you know, if you don't, I love you anyway please don't try to find me <3
With Twitter extremely likely to implode, and this account still more tenuously linked to my real identity than others, I expect I might start using this for more of my "random thought I want the sweet sweet dopamine of validation for"
and hey, now my character count is way less limited!
The rumours are true. Well, the good ones are, anyway. Netflix is delighted and thrilled that so many of you, all over the world, have been watching and loving Sandman, which means that the thing we were all hoping would happen...? Well, it's happened...
they should invent giving me the perfect job without applying or interviewing
not to be like, “this is the magic job post that gives you jobs” but literally two days after I reblogged it
the easily frightened kid to horror fan pipeline
Some of the few books that weren't allowed in my house were Goosebumps, because my mother rightly noticed that even reading the back blurbs gave me nightmares as a kid, and now I'm like "Oh, yeah, Martyrs? Eh. The Interior was scarier."
This Halloween costume is freaky 😱😱😱
Me: Shakespeare is meant to be performed and watched, not simply read!
Also me: Every Shakespeare performance I’ve seen is slightly wrong because it doesn’t match the version in my head that is secretly the best and most correct version that Shakespeare intended.
Love Made Me A Murderess https://pulpcovers.com/love-made-me-a-murderess/
Do you have any advice for someone who wants to get into writing fantasy? I get stuck in my head that I'll never put out anything great like Stardust or Earthsea and that it's just not possible to ever write anything like that in the modern world, because the stories have already been told and no one cares what the next generation has to say. And while I know most writers think they're garbage and you'll always be your worst critic, I can't help but think it's impossible to create great fantasy, and even if you do, no one will ever read it because the new generation isn't Le Guin or Tolkien or you. I guess what I'm REALLY trying to ask is how do we continue fantasy as a genre with the new generations when it's so intrinsically tied to old and, in most cases, dead authors? Thanks Mr. Gaiman, and my fantasy lit professor loves you.
You take the torch, touch the magic and pass it on.
You don't try and write something big and important. You try to write something good.
Take the gift that Ursula Le Guin gave you in the Earthsea books. Write your book. Pass it on.
When I wrote Stardust I wanted to pay my own homage to writers I loved, like Hope Mirrlees, like Jack Vance, like Sylvia Townsend Warner, like James Branch Cabell, like Lord Dunsany. And I filled my fountain pen, because, I decided, the book I wanted to write tasted like a pen sort of a book, so I bought and filled the first fountain pen I'd had since my school days, and started to write. I wasn't trying to write an important book. I was trying to write a book that would keep people reading and give Charles Vess, who would be illustrating it, lots of wonderful things to draw.
One of my favourite things about Stardust and Sandman is that Susanna Clarke read them and decided that she wanted to do that, and felt the books had given her permission to write what needed to be written.
All literature, fantasy or otherwise, is a conversation with the dead and those who told their stories before we were here. They speak to us, we listen, and then we tell our own stories in response.
every week I'm like I do not have ptsd anymore and then I have ptsd
Mighty Nein player character oracle cards.
Art is by @caemidraws and @xfreischutz
Okay so when a bird painting says it’d sell you to satan for one corn chip everyone laughs, but when I, Edmund Pevensie—
i love shakespeare academics. i fucking love them. there’s this one guy who wrote an essay about how claudius is actually possibly innocent, or at least didn’t kill the king by putting poison in his ear, and the ghost was in part a hallucination (it’s a really interesting essay with many good points and i’m using it in my final synthesis for this class) but. BUT. some guy read it on a train. and he lost it.
this guy literally said this essay drove him to “insanity”. he went off the fucking rails about it so much so that he wrote a book over the course of EIGHTEEN YEARS about what ACTUALLY happened in hamlet and dedicated it to the guy who wrote the essay as a big “fuck you”. and that exchange between them is literally inescapable when reading about the play today. here’s an excerpt from the beginning:
this is like. the equivalent of someone making a well-thought out discourse post and then out of nowehere someone reblogging it with thousands of words of pure furious rambling about why op is wrong YEARS LATER. this bullshit started a hundred years ago, literally in the middle of the first world fucking war, and i STILL cannot escape it while reading a book on hamlet published in fucking 2000 because it’s so iconic. and i love it.
[ID: My Dear Greg, You will not agree with this book; I am not at all sure you will like it; but it is yours, whether you like it or not. And I dedicate it to you, without asking your permission, as a trifling retaliation for the spell you put upon me (without asking my permission) eighteen years ago, a spell which changed the whole tenor of my existence, and still dominates it in part. You may have guessed something of this, but you cannot know it all; and as the story of how you forced yourself into my life will explain to others the origin and purpose of this book, you must bear with the telling of it. -J. Dover Wilson, What Happens in Hamlet /]
I grew up about a half hour from where The Blair Witch Project was filmed.
Why yes, I did just buy this print from Unlovely Frankenstein. I’m sure you understand why.
Jaggedhead gurnard (Gargariscus, Armored searobins or armored gurnards)
Photographer and Fisherman: Roman Fedortsov