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Yes, the one from LJ, DW, Twitter, and everywhere else I signed up to. Mostly, this tumblr is about Hawaii Five-0 and Alex O'Loughlin. I try to tag everything; I will always tag spoilers and NSFW posts.

Also, I like frogs. And coffee.

Posts tagged wordies

Dec 7

Just a simple PSA

everylastline:

cammienray:

parenyzia:

kankripeixes:

cant-ride-a-quesadilla:

Cannon = thing that goes boom

Canon = an event that occurs within a published story

they both destroy ships tho

Did you just

*slow claps*

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(via stillnotanonymous)


Nov 4

rumpledlace:

thestraggletag:

angelcosta78:

Castle’s Guide To Grammar

This is the reason why the Internet was created. This post.

*claps hands wildly*  

(via stillnotanonymous)


Nov 2

delladilly:

i think i am developing a better appreciation for subtextual and metaphorical literary discussions of queerness. and i like the idea of that, i like having a secret history that’s mine alone to unravel. i like learning about maurice sendak and trina schart hyman and howard ashman and how they shared all the things they weren’t allowed to say.

but at the end of the day, at the end of today, metaphors and codes are for people who already know how to read them. and i don’t think they’re sufficient today— i don’t think they’re revolutionary today. i am tired of queerness being a literary discussion held in the corner by people already in the know. i am tired of being told that explicit queerness is not as subversive. i am tired of feeling paratextual, or niche, or unspeakable.

i just think that if i— as a twelve year old baby gay who didn’t know any lgbtq people or that you were allowed to be lgbtq or even that “gay” was a legitimate thing and not just something older kids yelled out bus windows—

if i could have read your book or watched your thing and not noticed that it or its characters were queer, if i could have finished it and still not realized it was about me specifically and still felt alone and confused, that’s not good enough anymore.

(via stillnotanonymous)


Oct 6

If you’re a boy writer, it’s a simple rule: you’ve gotta get used to the fact that you suck at writing women and that the worst women writer can write a better man than the best male writer can write a good woman. And it’s just the minimum. Because the thing about the sort of heteronormative masculine privilege, whether it’s in Santo Domingo, or the United States, is you grow up your entire life being told that women aren’t human beings, and that women have no independent subjectivity. And because you grow up with this, it’s this huge surprise when you go to college and realize that, “Oh, women aren’t people who does my shit and fucks me.”

And I think that this a huge challenge for boys, because they want to pretend they can write girls. Every time I’m teaching boys to write, I read their women to them, and I’m like, “Yo, you think this is good writing?” These motherfuckers attack each other over cliche lines but they won’t attack each other over these toxic representations of women that they have inherited… their sexist shorthand, they think that is observation. They think that their sexist distortions are insight. And if you’re in a writing program and you say to a guy that their characters are sexist, this guy, it’s like you said they fucking love Hitler. They will fight tooth and nail because they want to preserve this really vicious sexism in the art because that is what they have been taught.

And I think the first step is to admit that you, because of your privilege, have a very distorted sense of women’s subjectivity. And without an enormous amount of assistance, you’re not even going to get a D. I think with male writers the most that you can hope for is a D with an occasional C thrown in. Where the average women writer, when she writes men, she gets a B right off the bat, because they spent their whole life being taught that men have a subjectivity. In fact, part of the whole feminism revolution was saying, “Me too, motherfuckers.” So women come with it built in because of the society.

It’s the same way when people write about race. If you didn’t grow up being a subaltern person in the United States, you might need help writing about race. Motherfuckers are like ‘I got a black boy friend,’ and their shit sounds like Klan Fiction 101.

The most toxic formulas in our cultures are not pass down in political practice, they’re pass down in mundane narratives. It’s our fiction where the toxic virus of sexism, racism, homophobia, where it passes from one generation to the next, and the average artist will kill you before they remove those poisons. And if you want to be a good artist, it means writing, really, about the world. And when you write cliches, whether they are sexist, racist, homophobic, classist, that is a fucking cliche. And motherfuckers will kill you for their cliches about x, but they want their cliches about their race, class, queerness. They want it in there because they feel lost without it. So for me, this has always been the great challenge.

As a writer, if you’re really trying to write something new, you must figure out, with the help of a community, how can you shed these fucking received formulas. They are received. You didn’t come up with them. And why we need fellow artists is because they help us stay on track. They tell you, “You know what? You’re a bit of a fucking homophobe.” You can’t write about the world with these simplistic distortions. They are cliches. People know art, always, because they are uncomfortable. Art discomforts. The trangressiveness of art has to deal with confronting people with the real. And sexism is a way to avoid the real, avoiding the reality of women. Homophobia is to avoid the real, the reality of queerness. All these things are the way we hide from encountering the real. But art, art is just about that.

Junot Diaz speaking at Word Up Bookshop, 2012 (via ofgrammatology)

(via sarahreesbrennan)


Aug 26

charliebradburyfanwarrior:

amazingbellaisnotonfire:

clockworktimelady:

amandaonwriting:

Interesting words (Source)

#reference

I feel really smart for knowing what an interrobang was

And petrichor.

I knew a bunch of these, but I am wondering if asking for a zarf at Starbucks will get me what I want.

(via alohaspaceman)


Aug 19
“No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.”

Erin Bow (via writersrelief)

LOVE. THIS.

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(via lettersfromtitan)


Aug 11

stillnotanonymous:

lielabell:

fourteenacross:

justinaireland:

erinbowman:

heyteenbookshey:

The Story Coaster by Grant Snider

This is amazing. The unicorn in “extraneous scenery” wins.

I’m dying over the unreliable narrator.  I wish I could love this a hundred times.  The critical reaction is so spot on.

RED HERRING.

TUNNEL OF BADLY-WRITTEN LOVE

I wail at unresolved subplots and do my best to close my eyes while travelling through the tunnel of badly-written love.

*sigh*

The clothes. I love the clothes coming off just before the tunnel.


Aug 7

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Jul 18
stillnotanonymous:

acafanmom:

tiger-in-the-flightdeck:

7h151557up1d:

ibeggedformercytwice:

ifitsbritishimprobablyafan:

plushmistress:

OMG THIS.
Dedicating this post to the word “plethora.”

Chasm… I”ll never live that down…

Most of the words within my vocabulary.

"Poltergeist"

Pariah, Anathema, Mausoleum.

Chaos. Nathaniel.

Hyperbole. Eschew. Fatalism. Epitome.

stillnotanonymous:

acafanmom:

tiger-in-the-flightdeck:

7h151557up1d:

ibeggedformercytwice:

ifitsbritishimprobablyafan:

plushmistress:

OMG THIS.

Dedicating this post to the word “plethora.”

Chasm… I”ll never live that down…

Most of the words within my vocabulary.

"Poltergeist"

Pariah, Anathema, Mausoleum.

Chaos. Nathaniel.

Hyperbole. Eschew. Fatalism. Epitome.


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