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meme!
Rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better!
tagged by: @catherineflowers29
Favourite colour: blue
Currently reading: Basically the history of the body in literature. For funsies, I'm reading about how the apple came to the States.
Last Song: As Long As You Love Me by the BSB. The boyband station is my go-to when doing the laundry
Last movie: The Snyder Cut of Justice League. Took me two days.
Last series: Some Kind of Monster. I wish I were a teenaged metalhead.
Sweet, Savoury or Spicy? Savory
Craving: A veggie-and-nuts egg wrap from Chinatown with hoisin sauce.
Tea or Coffee: Coffee. The blacker, the better. I refuse to be within ten feet of iced coffee, though.
Currently working on: My proposal defense. Also hunting another book I could use for my study.
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Gwendolyn Brooks (1917 – 2000) and her Underwood 6 typewriter. She was the first black person (the term she preferred to African-American) to win a Pulitzer prize when she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1950.
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Hi, can you write a fanfic about someone heating up a wheel of brie cheese in the oven and immediately sticking their cock in it, even though it burns they love the feeling of the cheese melting down their cock and the hard outer casing just burning them. The skin peeking off their foreskin as they cum inside the cheese wheel as it falls apart in their hands.
Dude, I like it dirty in fanfic but cheese is sacred.
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Heir to the Throne
Whoa! I’ve not been around for ages! If you’re looking for a canon-divergent fic with Jaime and Brienne, check this out!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/30399030/chapters/74945664
Part one is over here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24254380/chapters/58449235
#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#jaime x brienne#cersei lannister#daenerys targeryan#tyrion lannister#sansa stark#petyr baelish#a song of ice and fire#game of thrones#fanfiction#fanfic#my writing
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Tagged by my dear @catherineflowers29!
Three ships: Ah, that would be Jaime and Brienne. And no one else. Buffy and Angel are doomed.
Last song: The theme from St. Elmo’s Fire. Had an 80s trip.
Last movie: Zack Snyder’s Justice League
Currently watching: Line of Duty S6!
Currently reading: Un-fun academic texts.
Currently craving: Pasta tossed in olive oil with cherry tomatoes, fresh basil and Parmesan.
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The music still destroys me.
fixed white book scene.
i made the page and then i cant stop myself from making this video.
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Please read the smutty sexy goodness that is this fic! You'll love it! You will!!!!
Chapters: ¾
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth
Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Podrick Payne, Davos Seaworth, Roose Bolton, Renly Baratheon, Loras Tyrell
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Discussion of Abortion, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Pod is a dog, Face-Sitting, Boyband Music, white person with locs, Vomiting
Series: Part 2 of The Hippie and the Hitchhiker
Summary:
The sequel to my exchange fic “Shade of the Evening”.
Brienne and Jaime have got themselves in a difficult situation very early in their relationship. After their holiday romance, can they make things work going forward?
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I can go on and on about fics I don't like but see, I don't like crapping on what people enjoy writing. My bigger problem is people who don't know HOW to read.
Yet you don't find me calling out anyone on that. I don't name names. My rule is to avoid arguments with anyone who thinks they've got actual working brains.
If you don't know how to read, the gray matter ain't working, man.
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First of Her Name
(Chapter 13: Jaime IV)
“The queen should just slaughter us all. At least we’re relieved of the burden of protecting a kingdom that would reward our failures by taking the only light of our lives,” she said, biting her lip. “Each time I believe I have done what is good, the people I’m supposed to protect await punishment.”
“I will not let her do this. You know that, don’t you?”
“I have no reason to doubt you, Jaime. But do you think you’re enough?” She turned to him then, revealing tears on her cheeks. “On one side is the dragon queen. She will not hesitate to burn us all. Your sister on the other. What makes you think she will forgive you?”
Later update here!
#jaime x brienne#brienne of tarth#jaime lannister#brienne x jaime#fanfic#fanfiction#my writing#braime#canon divergence#asoiaf#game of thrones
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When heaven is a place on earth
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The structure of my inner ear is weird AF that's why I still get infections as an adult. @elenatria @kristilove1
Boring fact about me: I don’t eat red meat very often
@deanobeanoqueero @elliechan @nia23 and anyone else, what’s your boring fact about yourself
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When I Met Gilda
As a young writer many, many years ago accused of disregarding and disrespecting the works of national greats by "not" reading them, all my attempts at defending or at least trying to explain myself were silenced. It was never intentional on my end. Another problem was no writer SPOKE to me through their works.
The latter remains a problem-not to me but to anyone who finds out what I prefer reading. It took some growing up, a lot of pain, maybe a sliver of wisdom, to stop repeated flayings of my self still trying to find stories from writers that speak to me. I have since stopped apologizing for what I like and whose works I enjoy reading. I no longer bother to explain. I just write and write and write. Reaching that kind of peace is what got my work published.
I would have stopped writing had I not discovered this book in a sale bin while still raw over accusations about being "ungrateful" to the paths forged by writers many believed I should be reading and should only read.
"Story Collection" is the no-nonsense title of Gilda Cordero Fernando's first and I believe only collection of short stories. Found in the bottom of the sale basket, its bluish, dark green algae cover with the photo of the author in front was under a rainbow pile of novels with orange covers, children's books in pink, green and neon blue, and a few coffee table books in arctic white. The bookstore was having a huge sale then so people were encouraged to dig around. I got down on my knees and scavenged, fired up by the promise of a good book that met my limited allowance rather than knowing exactly what I was looking for.
That was how I came by Story Collection, and I'd like to think, the first time I ever met Gilda.
Her prose was of another world. Not in the Elvish sense. It was English I knew, and also English I never realized could be. Everyday words like wings, eggs and house were quicksilver with fairy dust. Stories about housewives unable to speak of their boredom became fairy tales, runaway youths in a museum a love story and artists heady with dreams steering to devastation. Calling her book merely Story Collection seemed, I don't know--it was a lot more than just that to me. But now, I think calling it anything else besides Story Collection seems frivolous and the magic of her stories dissipates.
When you're constantly fed in school the same stories about doom (and just my luck, exactly the same story all the way to college), you WILL turn away from them. If they never spoke to you the first time, they never will. That's why I turned to Charles Dickens and Jane Austen. I was not looking for happy endings but stories that fed hope into the world.
Gilda's stories are a mix of that. On one hand, a world where all you can do is pick yourself up off the floor and right the ravished chairs, on the other,after taking to bed with blankets and tranquilizers after another heartbreak, you step outside at last and see that the sun in still shining. The world is scarred and fissured in her stories, the deluge without end. Despite these, the sun still shines. Not everyday, and the brightness varies but it does. It will.
Her book is what got me writing again, word by word. I wouldn't meet her in person many years later.
I wish I can say that after the first time I met Gilda we became friends. Or at least she became a mentor. How amazing would that have been? But that's a privilege not for me. It was her words, meeting her, and I think, being able to write after my heart got stomped on that was the gift, really.
I did manage to tell Gilda which stories of hers I liked the best and I got what was probably the warmest, tightest hug of my life (sorry, Mom). It's a miracle I managed to do it because I was shaking so much--I went to her table, introduced myself and just shattered. It was her hug that fused me back together. I would eventually have Story Collection signed by her, a few years after that first meeting.
2016 would be the last time I saw her.
That last time she hugged me again. It was tighter. She also held my hand while I rambled chains and knots of nonsense. By then she was in a wheelchair.
With her gone, I know there will never again be another writer who could speak as her stories had with me. It's heartbreaking, knowing this. But her stories, and her as well, have shown that despite this wounding, the sun will still come out. Some days the brightness could be blinding. Other days faint, milky streaks in the sky. But it will come out. There will always be that hope. Such is the legacy of her art, and the wonder her stories have shown.
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First of Her Name
(CHAPTERS 10, 11, 12)
"You don’t wish to take back what’s yours with fire and blood. But those are exactly what the continent needs after too many mad kings and now, a cruel queen. The iron throne is yours, but we know you wish to claim it for us. And for some of us here, that seat is from which the hope of other freedoms rests."
Latest update here:
#jaime lannister#jaime x brienne#brienne of tarth#brienne x jaime#fanfic#my writing#fanfiction#cersei lannister#daenerys targaryen
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You can post a selfie anytime but how often do you post about women you admire? Posting about them is also a kind of recognition of the struggles they faced (and still do) in creating works that have had such a huge impact on me. Works that explore and dissect struggles as well as the violence young girls and women of all ages still face.
Being a woman, it seems, has become equated with struggle. I don't know if that's a challenge I willingly accept but it's certainly a world I'm born into. Struggles vary for women across the world, found in spectrums of established and unknown grays. But violence is unacceptable for always. It can not be any more black and white than that.
So here are the women who have inspired me as a writer (I've published some, yay!!!) and whose works taught me to be brave in contributing my voice and studies to the struggle and challenge of being a woman (working on getting published on that next!)
Gloria Anzaldua
Known for: Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza (1987), Chicana cultural theory, feminist theory and queer theory.
Marjane Satrapi
Known for: Persepolis series (Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood, 2000 and Persepolis: The Story of a Return, 2004; co-directed film adaptation in 2007), autobiographical graphic novels.
Sahar Delijani
Known for: Children of the Jacaranda Tree (novel, 2013)
I intend to do more posts like this in the future. That's how I intend to support women.
#blackandwhitechallenge#gloria anzaldúa#marjane satrapi#sahar delijani#la frontera#persepolis#children of the jacaranda tree#novels#academia#women's studies#feminist literature
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So, this looks delicious. And I'm salivating. But as this not my photo or work in any way and the source is a link, should I NEVER share it? Is the credit link an afterthought and not enough?
🤔🤔🤔🤔
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They deserved something like this. AND BETTER. *
*Gifs not mine. If you know who made them, kindly let me know.
**Top gifs (where Jaime and Brienne kiss and the big one in the middle) are by @neonnothing.
Bottom two (all Jaime) by @ddagent
See. Someone I know knew. Instead of being an ass who has nothing helpful to say!
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