#the misery of winter
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winter begets loneliness. winter is shivering in the cold, looking through clumsily uncurtained windows and trying to leech off the singular moment of warmth that the view provides you. winter is multicolored lights and hot drinks and an overwhelming nausea at the seasonal reminder that you are — and may always be — alone.
#image source: pinterest#the misery of winter#words#quotes#aesthetic#christmas#winter#loneliness#holidays
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*Shouts At The TV Pick Up The Damn Phone
#chenford#tim x lucy#tim bradford#lucy chen#melissa o'neil#eric winter#pain#misery#worried lucy#agony#you are killing me bradford#the rookie#6x5
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I think I'm gonna die soon if I don't talk abt Martha and her brothers
#BRUCE HAS TWO UNCLES AND HONESTLY? HONESTLY???#i am gonna fucking scream#literally wheres my post mortem panic. that scene where marthas and thomas families gather to decide what to do witj bruce#whos still reeking of death everywhere he goes and cant stand the taste of life#wheres my Philip kane -- the youngest of them the dumbest of them -- who says they cant just volley with a child#and have a contest over who wants him LEAST#wheres my jacob kane with a voice like winter observing Gotham from a clean glass window as he stares at the misery below#'do YOU want him then?' and philip stays quiet. hes serious. its unnatural for him to be serious. hes the stupid little brother#the jester. the family clown. he's thomas' favourite because he makes them laugh like a court monkey#and now he'll never hear thomas laugh again#and he still can’t bring himself to say he does#and bruce? bruce is tugging on Alfred’s trousers. he wants up. he wants to die#and alfred holds onto him and won't let him. 'take him.from me. i'll kill us both.'#AAAAAAAA#philip kane#jacob kane#martha kane#martha wayne#bruce wayne#HISSSS SHIS SSHISSSS#wahhh wails and cries#young bruce wayne
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"Dear me, whatever shall we do with mother?"
#the lion in winter#geoffrey ii of brittany#eleanor of aquitaine#james goldman#geoffrey: *exists*#*is a cunning and sarcastic little bitch*#*has mommy and daddy issues*#*abandonment and neglect issues*#*deeply sad and lonely but having fun with his pain*#*enjoying the misery of it all because it's the only thing that he knows and the only thing he has*#me: my boy my baby boy#ROT :)#I'm normal about this play I swear#and I'm very normal about geoffrey and the plantagenets in general I swear even more
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𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔶 (յգգօ) 𝔡𝔦𝔯. ℜ𝔬𝔟 ℜ𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔯
#misery#misery (1990)#snow#house#forest#winter#my gif#gifs#my edit#landscape#90's movies#90s#90's#90s film#film#movie
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Queer Normal-World in SFF Books
Here are five books where being queer is the norm, aka there is no homophobia or transphobia at all! Not all these books are fluffy though -- most of them have heavy conflicts and a bunch of shit going down, but at least no one has a problem with anyone being gay!
These are my favorite kind of books and I have so, so many recommendations, so let me know if you ever want more of these :) And I can also absolutely do only fluffy queer books, too!
The Genesis of Misery, by Neon Yang
Mx. Yang's books are perfect for this type of prompt. The Genesis of Misery is their most recent, and the premise is absolutely killer. It follows Misery Nomaki (she/they), who is haunted by an apparition of an angel. While she is convinced she is mentally ill like her mother, and that her visions are a symptom, people around her seem more and more certain that she is actually some sort of messiah.
I have my issues with The Genesis of Misery, but it’s a very creative sci-fi that’s worth the read. It includes mecha, interesting depictions of religion, which permeates the entire story, and, of course, excellent queer rep. We have characters who use neo-pronouns, a polyamory situationship and most characters are queer. Not to mention, it’s written by a queer and non-binary author, which is always a plus. It’s part of an on-going series, though, so be prepared to wait a little while for the sequel!
Plus, The Locked Tomb fans might be interested to know that there’s a very cavalier-necromancer dynamic in this, and that Rebecca Roanhorse (who wrote Black Sun) described it as Joan of Arc meets Gideon The Ninth.
Yep. You wanna read it, don’t you?
(Also, if for some reason you’re like: “gee, I really wish there was a black-and-white silent movie with a killer score that touched on these same themes”, then you should probably watch The Passion of Joan of Arc (Carl Theodor Dreyer, 1928). It’s not explicitly gay, but it is queer in my heart. And it rocks.)
The Locked Tomb Series, starting with Gideon The Ninth, by Tasmyn Muir
Since I mentioned it, I guess I might as well include The Locked Tomb in here! This is a Tumblr favorite, and with good reason, because The Locked Tomb fucking rocks. It’s hard to pitch it to someone without ruining the whole point of the series, but the first book follows a necromancer, Harrowhark and her sworn swords-woman, her cavalier, the butch-as-hell Gideon, as they’re summoned to the First House to compete to become Lyctors, the companions of God.
Yeah, I know that’s a lot, and, to be honest, it’s probably not gonna make much sense to you at many points throughout the story, but that’s the point of The Locked Tomb - everything is confusing, and it’s about sapphics in space!
The thing about this series is they’re the most unique books you’ll ever read. Every volume has a different approach to telling its story. There’s so many mysteries and it’s almost impossible to understand all the intricacies without sitting down and doing some work. The magic system is also the wonkiest, coolest thing - it involves eating people, sometimes, y’know. And, I promise, you’ll love every single second of it. Especially because there’s absolutely no homophobia or transphobia in any of it, and almost every character is queer as fuck - especially after the second book, when gender starts getting a little funky!
Winter’s Orbit, by Everina Maxwell
I love this book so much, and so know that it comes highly, highly recommended! I have a whole five star review on it you can check out here. (Do check trigger warnings, though! You should always, but especially for this one. I didn’t and they really got me!).
Winter’s Orbit features my absolutely favorite trope - queer arranged marriage. (Nothing better - those three words and you know it’s gonna be a queer normal world, have some politics and probably be really fucking sweet.) This one is probably one of only ones out of this list where the romance is very predominant and serves as an important B plot. It’s also a standalone, but has a companion book in the same universe, called Ocean’s Echo, which rocks, too!
This one follows Jainan, a recent widower who is rushed into an arranged marriage with Prince Kiem in order to keep the alliance between their homelands intact. Together, they must navigate court intrigue I’m trying my best not to spoil and investigate Jainan’s ex-husband’s death, which might not have been an accident, after all...
In this sci-fi fantasy world, being queer is completely normal, and their system when it comes to gender is absolutely fascinating. People will wear little gender signifiers, like a wodden token for female, for instance, so that others know how to refer to them. It’s super cool to see these kind of things incorporated into the world-building, and it’s something you really only get when queer authors are behind the helm.
(Also, this was originally written online, and it was actually picked up and traditionally published! Which is so cool! Queer fics becoming traditionally published books is so rare, it’s so nice to see it actually happen!)
The Teixcalaan Series, starting with A Memory Called Empire, by Arkady Martine
This is another one of my favorites! I read it last year and it blew me away - so much so that I’ve been itching to re-read it ever since I finished the second book.
The Teixcalaan Series is a political sci-fi duology focusing on the themes of language, empire and cultural domination through imperialism. It’s amazing, and I wrote about it in a full-length review, here, if you wanna take a look!
It follows Mahit Dzamare, from the tiny Lsel Station, who becomes the ambassador to the huge Teixcalaan Empire, whose culture she’s been in love with for ages. The problem? Something happened to the Lsel ambassador, and the Empire’s control over the Station has been growing ever bigger. To make matters worse, Mahit’s imago machine - the cerebral implant full of her predecessors memories and experiences - doesn’t seem to be working properly, leaving her with a ghost of her predecessor inside of her head...
With all the problems the Teixcalaan Empire has, it’s not homophobic or transphobic, which is a plus for us gays who want to read in peace. Mahit has a charged relationship with her cultural liason, Three Seagrass (yes, that’s her name; yes, there’s an in-world explanation; no, I won’t tell you what it is, you’ll have to read it and find out), not to mention all the hijinks she finds out her predecessor was up to. And none of it needs to be justified or explained at all - people are just gay, and that’s fine!
On A Sunbeam, by Tillie Walden
This graphic novel has a stunning art style, and, listen closely sapphics, absolutely no men at all. Yep. Literally there’s only women and non-binary people in this comic!
And guess what? It’s available to read for free, here. Thank you, Ms. Walden!
Here, romance is also an important plot point. On A Sunbeam follows Mia, who starts working for a crew of repair-people who rebuild broken down structures. In another timeline, we flashback to her experiences at her boarding school, and to her relationship with a new student.
What’s most unique about On A Sunbeam - apart from the fact that there are no men at all - is it’s unique version of outer space. It’s almost historical, with huge sprawling marble structures decaying, surronded by trees. The ships are shaped like huge fish. You can feel the whimsy in your bones from the colors and the art style that Ms. Walden uses, here.
This standalone is definitely worth a read. And if you like it, you should definitely check out the rest of Ms. Walden’s work - it’s all as beautiful as this is, if not more. Her The End of Summer was one of my favorite reads, last year.
That’s all I’ve got, guys, but lemme know if you want more of these - I have so many, I can definitely recommend you more! Drop me an ask if you have specifications, too - I’m always happy to do some digging :)
#booklr#book recommendations#book recs#queer books#sapphic books#lgbtq books#book review#queer sff#sff books#the locked tomb#the genesis of misery#neon yang#gideon the ninth#winters orbit#a memory called empire#teixcalaan#on a sunbeam#tillie walden
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OMG I JUST REALIZED
With the Winter King, Simon and Ice King we can do a Misery x CPR X Reece's Puffs animatic
I'll just slip this in here for now
#misery x cpr x reese's puffs#ice simon#fionna and cake#ice king#simon petrikov#adventure time#the winter king#winter king#fionna and cake memes#fionna and cake meme#meme#idea#quick sketch#pencil
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what.
#my face getting all read and itchy and covered in hives again?!#and my lymph node being so swollen still like it physically pains me to consume anything that isn’t water#i’m not sick i don’t have allergies i don’t even get SEASONAL ALLERGIES#and it is still the dead of winter (it was 70° today but it’s getting cold again)#why does life hate me#someone just put me out of my misery please
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Hi so uh.
I have no excuse.
#Scarlet speaks#Scarlet draws#Scarlet animates apparently#my art#shitpost#fionna and cake#fionna campbell#cake the cat#simon petrikov#the winter king#misery x cpr x reese's puffs#misery x cpr x reese's puffs x apple bottom jeans#winterkov ig??#To be clear I don't ship it (don't have anything against it just not my thing) just tagging to be accurate#I forgot WK's glasses for the entire last section but I'm too tired to go back and fix it -m-#adventure time#at
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thank you for making the ibogami train animation. reigen really got trapped in a nightmare dimension, slowly starving, attempted an extremely dangerous maneuver to escape, and began writing his own fucking will and ended up crying when he finally discovered his coworker was back and safe and he wasn't alone and i feel like NOBODY in the fandom remembers it. But I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER IT AND IM NEVER GOING TO BE NORMAL AGAIN
and I'm glad you like it! It's definitely an optional episode that came out years ago so I get if ppl don't really talk about it nowadays. BUT the show references it in s3 in a way with business card sword so I'll take what I can get
I'm just personally constantly rotating it because it involved much of my favourite things like trains, spacial trickery/looping, Reigen in a Situation, Dimple having stupid little legs, etc etc
#talk to me tag#Anonymous#edit: changed to still image#misery aside theres other small fun details#like when realizing trip expenses are paid for reigen immediately thought of including everyone like ritsu and teru#the transition period for seri of his new job#winter outfits :)
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I think about them a lot alright
#my art#twawb#train whistles and wedding bells#linked universe#linked universe au#twawb wind#twawb tetra#it’s snowing rn up in the mountains and it sucks because it’s too cold#so I have to project my winter misery on the blorbos#because winter is simply too cold someone give me a big jacket and hold me close#Social's art
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me casually realizing almost none of my ocs have a healthy relationship that exists without innate desperation for something the other cannot give
#is this good or bad /j#take it literal in a vore sense and metaphorical in an emotional turmoil way#I’m so tempted to just hyper examine all my characters relationships but also like why#I need to stop thinking after 4pm in the winter#why do I sadden myself with my own characters stories IM THE ONE WRITING THEM??#please tell me I’m not alone in this#the miseries .#yumyums#v0re#vore talk#vore meme#mangos ocs
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Re prompts! I’m pretty sure Nyssa is to me what Tegan is to you- ie favourite companion, beloved character, light of my life etc. Any moment with Nyssa in the aftermath of Logopolis- her entire world taken away from her- would be greatly loved by me <3
I shan't lie, I struggle to ever remember having thought of Nyssa as a lone character, outside of the units she's part of. So this was a bit tricky (and required much reference to her wiki page, a bit of fudging, and looping of the song Good King Wenceslas.) I hope it doesn't do her, or you, a disservice.
December 2nd - Nyssa.
She couldn’t sleep, the tranquillity she had come to expect of a Traken night interrupted by the breathing of the new traveller they had picked up, almost as strident in sleep as she had been awake, and that slight presence at the back of her mind - the TARDIS itself, she thought - happy and sad and a rainbow of emotions that she couldn’t find the names for but that came into being like small bubbles of feeling that tickled and burst in the back of her mind as the TARDIS reacted to whatever was being related to it, perhaps by the Doctor, perhaps by the outside world. Whichever it was, it was not Traken. Could never be Traken again.
She drew her borrowed nightgown around herself and padded to the door. If she couldn’t escape the noise in her own mind, she could at least leave behind the sighing and grumblings of a sleep she could not achieve mocking her. The corridors were cool and bright, clean lines that both reassured and made her ache for home. Castrovalva had had some of the same lines, perfection through cold mathematics, before it had begun to fall apart. Logopolis too, had shared that order before the Time Lords had intervened. Before this- before the Doctor had stolen a new face for himself. And she had watched, watched with the fascination of a scientist introduced to new data in a once predictable experiment, and knew it was not by the same method the Master had… chosen his new face, but she was wary of him in the same manner. There was nothing in these new eyes that echoed anyone she had known, but she had been frightened for a moment at the bottom of that tower that in those oversized clothing it would be her father again, her father with his same kind voice, saying such unkind and dreadful things.
Her feet had carried her past the living areas, past the door Adric had disappeared through self-importantly, past the kitchen they had all felt too awkward to take advantage of, as though the domestic necessity of making a meal was to diminish the catastrophic events of the day, to forget about the worlds that would never make their meals again. She, selfishly, she now admonished herself, had not been capable of assuaging their guilt in the matter, had been numb to the social conventions that had been instilled in her as the daughter of a consul.
She missed her teddy bears suddenly. Grief for the whole of Traken was too overwhelming to consider, the incomprehensible state of no longer being a daughter of her father, of no longer have a place to call her home were all too large to be thought of logically yet, needed more space, more peace than she was capable of gaining here to think about. But her teddy bears, tucked tidily away on her bed when she had completed her ablutions- yesterday morning? A lifetime ago? were no longer there. How could she sleep if she no longer had Big Bear to guard her safety? It had been silly, a child’s superstition she had been too old for already but had continued as tradition, but it was suddenly the most important thing that there should be something of her home to guard her. But all she had carried with her was her clothing, a comb and a bag.
A small bubble of grief rose in the back of her mind, and she didn’t know if it was herself or the TARDIS she was feeling. Or even perhaps, in a flight of unreality, the TARDIS was grieving for her, with her. Such a trivial thing, she knew, but still she mourned such childish superstitions she could never truly feel again, for all that the teddy bears had guarded was now lost, herself most of all. Another twinge redirected her feet, and now she knowingly allowed the TARDIS this, too tired, too numb of all but trivial sorrows to resist or fear the push of a stronger mind on her own. Doors blurred together in the corners of her eyes, and she failed to muster an interest in what could do that, whether speed had possessed her, whether the TARDIS was doing it. Or whether it was simply the tears she could not seem to let fall. But one door stopped, and her in front of it, the pressure on her mind now gone. Her hand, weighing as much as each planet that had been destroyed, lay on the handle, pushed it down of its own accord.
In neat rows upon a table lay beakers, neatly coiled tubing, stacks of bound books that she knew suddenly would open to crisp new pages. A laboratory, as tidy as if it had never before been touched. Equipment lay in the shadows beyond the pool of light from the open door, both that which she recognised from her studies, and ones she would have to learn the purposes of. A mix of things from home, and the future she had yet to learn of. She had brought more than her clothing and a comb to this new world, and while it would take time for the numbness to truly lift, her mind with all its carefully taught lessons, from dancing to politics to science would wake again. She did not know if dancing or politics would feature in this future she was tentatively beginning to believe in, but science would always have its place. Entropy may be a certainty of the universe, but so was progression, and Nyssa knew which she would prefer to aid.
But tonight was not the night, nor a nightgown safe clothing for a laboratory. She retreated, closed the door momentarily on the offering, and allowed her feet to carry her back to bed. The TARDIS would guard her till morning, she hoped, and then, perhaps, the future could begin.
#it is once again almost midnight. and today i have sat through a TWO AND A HALF HOUR PANTOMIME OF PETER PAN and that is not conducive to wri#ting. merely to weeping and wishing to put peter pan out of his misery. /two and a half hours/. anyway#fic#advent fic#nyssa of traken#i did also have a quote floating around in my head but couldn't shoehorn it in unfortunately.#alack the heavy day/ that I have worn so many winters out/ and know not now what name to call myself. (from Richard II)#apologies for any super obvious typos but i need to go to bed before work tomorrow. sigh.
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Truly the omly thing keeping me going during these dark times is the cool ass bugs i find when outside .
#THATS WHY I HATE WINTER#absolutely no bugs#no whimsy#just misery#on another note it would be appreciated if the june beetles maybe stopped all collectively dying in front of my doorstep#anywaus#i love bugs
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#misery#misery (1990)#snow#house#forest#winter#my gif#gifs#my edit#landscape#90's movies#90s#90's#90s film#film#movie
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After they bound medved I was like ok interesting that’s all very cool but huh it is interesting how this personifies winter vs summer and why are we supposed to assume that morozko is the good one? Shouldn’t there be balance? Don’t both cold and heat bring danger and comfort?
And then I read the rest of the book and I was like oh. Oh ok.
#I really liked how morozko was death but it was medved who brought destruction#and how we generally think of the cold as danger and the summer and life but the heat brought just as much misery#but even so#there should be balance#morozko isn’t just the good guy#and vasya figured it out#eventually#the winter of the witch#the winternight trilogy#winternight trilogy spoilers#the winter of the witch spoilers#vasya petrovna#morozko#medved
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