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stydixa · 4 months
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EMMA WATSON AS HERMIONE GRANGER HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS (2002) Dir. Chris Columbus
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ansatsu-sha · 1 month
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No enemies had ever taken Ankh-Morpork. Well, technically they had, quite often; the city welcomed free-spending barbarian invaders, but somehow the puzzled raiders always found, after a few days, that they didn't own their own horses any more, and within a couple of months they were just another minority group with its own graffiti and food shops.
Terry Pratchett / Eric
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sad-emo-dip-dye · 11 months
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The way Atsushi doesn’t hesitate to dish out the insults but the SECOND that Akutagawa gets injured he’s stopping everything to check if he’s ok like just kiss already
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amarmonerkotha · 1 year
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Doesn’t it bother you? That your husbands have become such a headline story, so often mentioned, that they have nearly eclipsed your work and yourself? That all anyone talks about when they talk about you are the seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo?” And her answer was quintessential Evelyn. “No,” she told me. “Because they are just husbands. I am Evelyn Hugo. And anyway, I think once people know the truth, they will be much more interested in my wife.”
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thirty4miracles · 5 months
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aaandbackstabbed · 8 months
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Has anyone heard that quote that’s like the reason you love reading queer stories is because knowing you have a past and history means you can have a future.
Because it is so real. Like my favourite genre of queer books is historical fiction like there’s just something about it that has me in a chokehold.
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ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT IN PJO CANON HITLER AND MUSSOLINI ONE OR ALL WERE CHILD(CHILDREN) OF HADES!
WHAT!? I just put this together
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ashtrayfloors · 2 months
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The notebooks were a place to process the tumult of everyday life, but also a kind of laboratory—how could she turn this tumult into writing, into art? She was just beginning to explore how, and why, a self is constructed on the page, and what at first seem to be pages of immediate, confessional musing are in fact a fragmentary, emotionally excessive blend of reportage, dreams, fiction, and memoir. “Fantasy, sensorial perception, dream mixed,” she wrote.
Soon, she would take chunks of these diaries, some short, some long, rewrite them explicitly as poems, and type them up. Like other female poets of the time—Bernadette Mayer, Anne Waldman, and Alice Notley—all of whom she would soon meet at St. Mark’s, she was taking the conversational, quotidian qualities of New York School poetry and giving them an eroticism and sense of duration and perception that were subversive and unabashedly feminine.
Acker also gave this formal slipperiness a kind of ontological weight, for the reader of the notebooks the effect can sometimes be simple confusion. Where does reality begin and fantasy end? What makes a dream different from a memory? How does memory produce a self? What is a fact? What is truth? These are questions she would repeatedly ask in her later fiction, and, indeed, the errant, indeterminate nature of the events she describes in her notebooks confirms what Acker later argues in her novels: that language is inadequate and truth irreducibly complex and unstable. Binary divisions between fantasy and reality, dream and memory, she maintains, are false, simplistic, and unproductive; all these different things inexorably fold in on each other.
For the biographer, though, it means regarding these notebooks, to a certain extent, as enclosed in quotation marks. It means relying on these entries as evidence—of actual events, of Acker’s thoughts, desires, and beliefs—only up to a point, and a point that is in constant motion. At the same time, the fact that Acker fills these pages with such banal incidents, and that her observations usually appear deeply personal, suggests that reading these pages as an approximate factual representation is not unwarranted. The young woman that emerges is herself in flux, and appears, by turns and at once, petulant, defiant, earnest, seething, self-sabotaging, fearful, isolated, longing. From time to time, and especially when discussing her cats or her writing, there are eruptions of elation, even ecstasy. She feels too much, doesn’t feel enough. She has a difficult time meeting people, she hates people. She loves her body, hates her body. She loves New York, hates New York. In one moment, she is completely convinced of the value of her writing; the next, it’s worthless. She craves authenticity while struggling to define what that even means.
Above all, she is constantly questioning—what she thinks, what she does, what she writes and feels and remembers and desires. Even as the entries can feel hurried and harried, for Acker, writing seems to be a way to slow down her pain, to snatch at and examine it.
—Jason McBride, from Eat Your Mind: The Radical Life and Work of Kathy Acker (Simon & Schuster, 2022)
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animelibera · 6 months
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Some shots from Vampeerz
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currently rereading 💚
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slaughter-books · 2 years
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Day 12: JOMPBPC: Cheers Me Up
I'm currently re-reading this wonderful book and it always manages to cheer me up! 🧡
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ansatsu-sha · 10 months
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Sergeant Colon owed thirty years of happy marriage to the fact that Mrs Colon worked all day and Sergeant Colon worked all night. They communicated by means of notes. He got her tea ready before he left at night, she left his breakfast nice and hot in the oven in the mornings. They had three grown-up children, all born, Vimes had assumed, as a result of extremely persuasive handwriting.
Terry Pratchett / Guards! Guards!
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nearina · 2 years
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Why was Sakura made a Chunin, anyways? She never showed any leadership skills whatsoever. Or is drugging all your teammates and abandoning them unconscious in enemy land considered something a good leader would do?
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booksandfantasies · 2 years
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Sure I can read 200+ pages in a day but I still struggle with books that have chapters longer than 15 pages.
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i'll always be grateful to supernatural for introducing me to slaughterhouse five
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vidumavie · 1 year
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I‘m going to do a chapter by chapter analysis of LotR. It has been ages since I read Lord of the Rings and I’ve always wanted to force myself to read it slowly
Already took notes on the first chapter, so I hope I can start soon.
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