Incoherent Ramblings

Apr 9

Apr 8

hollowistheworld:

The worst kind of writer’s block is the kind where you know what’s going to happen and how it’s going to happen and everything other single detail but for fuck’s sake, it won’t turn into words.

(via rumaan)


Levels of Tumblr.

charisrna:

grimsister21:

helioscentrifuge:

1 follower = egg

10-40 followers = hatchling

50-99 followers = baby dragon

100-349 followers = dragon

350-500 followers = still a dragon

501-799 followers =  mega dragon

800- 4,999 followers = super hella dragon

5000+ followers = UNHOLY OFFSPRING OF LIGHTNING AND DEATH 

These are the legit numbers.

Awesome! That means I’m a Dragon! ^^

Fuck yeah Dragon.

Haha, I’m currently one follower away from mega dragon. I’m amazed I have any followers at all considering that all I do is reblog.

(via handiangel)


“Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat.”

When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.

It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”

I mean, it’s just true.

(via tealeafprincess)

(via greenberetgirl)


The Importance of Mary Sue

geekmehard:

unwinona:

When I was in Ninth Grade, I won a thing.  

That thing, in particular, was a thirty dollar Barnes & Noble gift certificate.  I was still too young for a part-time job, so I didn’t have this kind of spending cash on me, ever.  I felt like a god.

Drunk with power, I fancy-stepped my way to my local B&N.  I was ready to choose new books based solely on the most important of qualities…BADASS COVER ART.  I walked away with a handful of paperbacks, most of which were horrible (I’m looking at you, Man-Kzin Wars III) or simply forgettable.  

One book did not disappoint.  I fell down the rabbit hole into a series that proved to be as badass as the cover art promised (Again, Man-Kzin Wars III, way to drop the ball on that one).  With more than a dozen books in the series, I devoured them.  I bought cassette tapes of ballads sung by bards in the stories.  And the characters.  Oh, the characters.  I loved them.  Gryphons, mages, but most importantly, lots of women.  Different kinds of women.  So many amazing women.  I looked up to them, wrote bad fiction that lifted entire portions of dialogue and character descriptions, dreamed of writing something that the author would include in an anthology.

This year I decided in a fit of nostalgia to revisit the books I loved so damn much.  I wanted to reconnect with my old friends…

…and I found myself facing Mary Sues.  Lots of them.  Perfect, perfect, perfect.  A fantasy world full of Anakin Skywalkers and Nancy Drews and Wesley Crushers.  I felt crushed.  I had remembered such complex, deep characters and didn’t see those women in front of me at all anymore.  Where were those strong women who kept me safe through the worst four years of my life?

Which led me to an important realization as I soldiered on through book after book.  That’s why I needed them.  Because they were Mary Sues.  These books were not written to draw my attention to all the ugly bumps and whiskers of the real world.  They were somewhere to hide.  I was painfully aware that I was being judged by my peers and adults and found lacking.  I was a fuckup.  And sometimes a fuckup needs to feel like a Mary Sue.  As an adult, these characters felt a little thin because they lacked the real world knowledge I, as an adult, had learned and earned.  But that’s the thing…these books weren’t FOR this current version of myself.   Who I am now doesn’t need a flawless hero because I’m comfortable with the idea that valuable people are also flawed.

There is a reason that most fanfiction authors, specifically girls, start with a Mary Sue.  It’s because girls are taught that they are never enough.  You can’t be too loud, too quiet, too smart, too stupid.  You can’t ask too many questions or know too many answers.  No one is flocking to you for advice.  Then something wonderful happens.  The girl who was told she’s stupid finds out that she can be a better wizard than Albus Dumbledore.  And that is something very important.  Terrible at sports?  You’re a warrior who does backflips and Legolas thinks you’re THE BEST.   No friends?  You get a standing ovation from Han Solo and the entire Rebel Alliance when you crash-land safely on Hoth after blowing up the Super Double Death Star.  It’s all about you.  Everyone in your favorite universe is TOTALLY ALL ABOUT YOU.

I started writing fanfiction the way most girls did, by re-inventing themselves.  

Mary Sues exist because children who are told they’re nothing want to be everything.  

As a girl, being “selfish” was the worst thing you could be.  Now you live in Narnia and Prince Caspian just proposed marriage to you.  Why?  Your SELF is what saved everyone from that sea serpent.  Plus your hair looks totally great braided like that.

In time, hopefully, these hardworking fanfiction authors realize that it’s okay to be somewhere in the middle and their characters adjust to respond to that.  As people grow and learn, characters grow and learn.  Turns out your Elven Mage is more interesting if he isn’t also the best swordsman in the kingdom.  Not everyone needs to be hopelessly in love with your Queen for her to be a great ruler.  There are all kinds of ways for people to start owning who they are, and embracing the things that make them so beautifully weird and complicated.

Personally, though, I think it’s a lot more fun learning how to trust yourself and others if you all happen to be riding dragons.

Mary Sues exist because children who are told they’re nothing want to be everything.

A girl making herself the hero of her own story is a radical act. Stop shaming girls for doing it. Stop shaming yourself for it. 

(via msdistress)


greenpeniwrite:

people who judge drop dead diva on the fact that it’s about a skinny blonde model dying and returning to life as a fat brunette lawyer have probably most possibly not gone past 10 mins of the pilot.

I have to admit when I first started to watch it, I was slightly like…so Deb’s a shallow bitch and now she’s taking over the life of an intelligent but bullied lawyer..great idea Lifetime great idea.

but now that i’m on season 6 and the finale , I realize I was wrong. 

yes Deb WAS selfish, and obsessed with her looks and her body weight.  and as a viewer i judged her on that, I saw her as shallow.  But at the same time she was well versed in fashion, marketing and how people worked. 

and Jane - we never really get to know ‘old’ jane - but she was the total opposite and she wasn’t any better than Deb.  Society had basically told hr you’re fat, no one likes you. So she had a myriad of her own problems - but she did have intelligence and she was a damn good lawyer. 

The first few episodes of drop dead diva literally deal with new jane learning to love herself.   We have no idea if old jane did, but new jane definately does.   Jane doesn’t go on a diet, she doesn’t get surgery, she slowly accepts her new body.  And she brings some of her old confident self into old Jane. 

Together Deb and old Jane become new Jane.  A smart plus sized lawyer with brains and beauty.

This show isn’t about the fact that some skinny chick became a fat girl. It’s about growing and maturing as a person.  It’s about realizing that your outside appearance doesn’t matter as much as your inside. 

and if haters actually watched the show they would see how Jane/Deb grows over years, and deals with her body issues. Furthermore when she cries to Stacy about her ‘new’ body.  Stacy responds with some of the harsh criticisms about being a skinny blonde (dumb blonde etc).  Deb was shallow- and as Jane she learned to love herself.

this show isn’t about old Jane - who btw comes back and realizes how fortunate it was that Deb took over her body. And is able to experience life on the other side. (i can only imagine the lessons she’s learning). It’s about New Jane. 

so instead of standing on a soap box because you only saw the description or the pilot episode. Actually watch it.




I’M NOT SUPERFICIAL ! 

PLEASE, I’M VOLUNTEER FOR TOUCHING !!!


“Have you noticed that people have euphemism for being overweight? Large. Plus-sized. Full-figured. Rubenesque. And no one—not even me, especially not me—wants to say the word ‘fat’. But ‘fat’ is only pejorative when we allow people to tell us that being fat somehow makes us less of a person.” Jane Bingum (Drop Dead Diva S01E02)

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