When you're with us you don't have to be quiet

Sus, 31, London-based, Australian-born.
Buffy, 18th Century anything, OTT 90's action movies, costume dramas, Veronica Mars, The Police, The X-Files, Joan Jett, Ridley Scott, bluegrass, Firefly, hot tea, cold lemonade, Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Philip Pullman, Patrick O'Brian, Tarantino, the teen movie oeuvre from any decade, the first 2 Terminators, ditto Alien(s), Viggo Mortensen, Indiana Jones and Dorothy L. Sayers.
[disclaimer: not the HV who writes fic on AO3 or FF. Same handle, different animal]

Aug 19

Gonna take a bit of a tumblr break for a few days.

Long story short: serving on a jury this week, and there’s no way to ensure that I can block all the posts I need to block right now.

Catch you guys in a little while.


drawinwolf:

All We Want Is To Be Left Alone - Second Session - Drawin Wolf Tattoos

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When her father had driven off on his way to the railroad, Margaret felt how great and long had been the pressure on her time and her spirits. It was astonishing, almost stunning, to feel herself so much at liberty; no one depending on her for cheering care, if not for positive happiness; no invalid to plan and think for; she might be idle, and silent, and forgetful,—and what seemed worth more than all the other privileges—she might be unhappy if she liked. For months past, all her own personal cares and troubles had had to be stuffed away into a dark cupboard; but now she had leisure to take them out, and mourn over them, and study their nature, and seek the true method of subduing them into the elements of peace.

North and South (Elizabeth Gaskell), Chapter 41

I love this passage for for the phrase “she might be unhappy if she liked”, and the implication that this is welcome, and comes as a relief. It seems to take for granted that permanent, constant happiness is NOT a normal (or desirable) life goal, and also take for granted that everybody knows this. Contrary to what is currently being sold in modern Western advertising as The Way To Do It, it seems to say that one’s life should not be measured against a ‘be happy 24 hours a day/7 days a week’ scale of success: life made up of many emotional states, and periods of unhappiness, and even grief, are necessary and right. If you cannot allow yourself the mental space to BE unhappy, it’s very difficult to process your own responses to upsetting events in your life.

Also enjoy that the author does not rely on a binary ‘outgoing vs retiring’ character model (or introvert/extrovert as we’d say today): people of all types have different needs at different times. Sometimes they cleave to others, sometimes they require solitude. Both can and do exist in one person.


Aug 18
ladycrappo:

I want to believe.

ladycrappo:

I want to believe.

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Tagged by quigonejinn and zombres, so here goes kiddies:

Task: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [however many] friends.

  1. Tehanu - Ursula K LeGuinn [note: don’t go right to this one, start at the beginning, I beg]
  2. Sabriel- Garth Nix
  3. Strong Poison - Dorothy L Sayers
  4. The Amber Spyglass - Philip Pullman
  5. The Virgin In The Ice - Ellis Peters
  6. Perdido Street Station - China Mieville
  7. The Nutmeg of Consolation - Patrick O’Brian [pick just one? errr NOPE, it’s one unbroken narrative to me, but in this one Stephen gets in a fight in ‘Straya over someone insulting Joseph Banks, and is nearly killed by a platypus*. So yeah.]
  8. Thursbitch - Alan Garner
  9. These Old Shades - Georgette Heyer
  10. Last Call - Tim Powers

tagging: smokeandsong, sonictoaster, contra-band, pimpernels, specialhell, plenilune, thebridgesandtunnels, and YOU if you see this and wanna do it

(*basically a little cute furry otter with a duckface. But it’s Australian. And so venomous.)


incredifishface:

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Well… thank you for the Porn Mr Hiddleston

you’ll poke somebody’s eye out son

CAN IT BE MINE

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He stood still for a moment, to make this resolution firm and clear. There was an omnibus passing—going into the country; the conductor thought he was wishing for a place, and stopped near the pavement. It was too much trouble to apologise and explain; so he mounted upon it, and was borne away,—past long rows of houses—then past detached villas with trim gardens, till they came to real country hedge-rows, and, by-and-by, to a small country town. Then everybody got down; and so did Mr. Thornton, and because they walked away he did so too. He went into the fields, walking briskly, because the sharp motion relieved his mind.

-North and South (Elizabeth Gaskell), Chapter 26

In which John Thornton, in great perturbation of mind, accidentally catches a (horse-drawn) bus he had absolutely no intention of catching, going where he had absolutely no intention of going. Because he was emotional, and didn’t want to explain the mistake. John Thornton: really, really, very English.


“As Arnold points out, there is an otherwise inexplicable shift in direction in the Piccadilly line passing east out of South Kensington. “In fact,” she writes, “the tunnel curves between Knightsbridge and South Kensington stations because it was impossible to drill through the mass of skeletal remains buried in Hyde Park.” I will admit that I think she means “between Knightsbridge and Hyde Park Corner”—although there is apparently a “small plague pit dating from around 1664” beneath Knightsbridge Green—but I will defer to Arnold’s research.

But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.”

London and Its Dead

i read shit like this and think what could my imagination possibly have to add

like how do i write something about london that’s weirder than london already is?

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Batten down the hatches. Hiddleston did the ice bucket thing a few hours ago. And the bastard filmed it in slo mo. Wearing a white tshirt.



Ladies in Lavender (UK, 2004)

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sonictoaster replied to your post “One of the most fun parts of infecting someone with a fandom (in this…”

THE WAAKZAAMHEID.

I feel like this is the go-to reaction for anyone who’s survived that sequence. Just: ALL CAPS STATEMENT.

Also, knowing that Peter Weir has a hand-annotated and post-it-noted stack of well-thumbed Aubreyad paperbacks that he referred to when making his film makes me think the storm/chase sequence in Master & Commander was his attempt at it. Crank the Vaughan Williams, it’s time for storm, tension, and tragedy!

guinevak replied to your post “One of the most fun parts of infecting someone with a fandom (in this…”

the killer for me is jack’s reaction. OH JACK.

I’ve gone 19* books of the Aubreyad (so far) by alternately going ‘OH JACK’ and shortly thereafter ‘OH STEPHEN’. Rinse, repeat. Sometimes on public transport. Hopefully not aloud. But I make no guarantees.

[*19 bc i’m in the unfortunate position of coming to the end of an oeuvre - how can i make it laaaaast??]


Jacqueline de Ghent: plotting your downfall? checking you out? (you’ll never know)

Jacqueline de Ghent: plotting your downfall? checking you out? (you’ll never know)


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