“But she became Gabby’s friend in that way that can happen, because the girl with the cool boots always finds the girl with the occasional slash of pink in her hair. The two of them like a pair of exotic birds dipping over the school’s water fountains—you knew they would find each other.”
—Megan Abbott, The Fever
Girls don’t like boys, girls like Steve Buscemi.(via hannibal-is-my-faithfalterer)
I started writing a modern game of thrones au last year some time, which i abandoned until like a week ago when i started tentatively writing it again. it’s mostly just a collection of happy stark family moments, and focusses on arya and sansa more than anyone else
Well for me, I draw “fan art” because I want to spend more time in that world, and it’s also great illustration exercise. If you look at art history, what lots of artists were painting and drawing or the work they were commissioned to do was illustration of myths or legends or the Bible, ect. And lots of artists painted these subjects on their own, because it was the popular culture— what people were interested in seeing, the stories that were important to them. It was definitely illustration, and also much of it could probably be called “fan art’ though that’s a modern term. So I think it something that’s always been a part of our culture, and will continue as such. There’s a demand for it, and it’s a great way for artists or writers to practice their skills and get their work seen.
Simini Blocker is so smart and talented and wonderful! Follow her Tumblr, obvi.
What Happened When We Gave Our Daughter My Last Name, by Molly Caro May
As my belly grew, the comments got even stranger. I had secretly hoped for no reaction, for our choice to be as common as saying, ‘I went with the mustard instead of the ketchup.’ No reaction would mean something good, right? That women in this country are, for example, no longer considered the property of men, even in name. That archaic systems are truly collapsing. That we can reclaim language that was formerly used to control us.
But it seemed, at least to me, that using a woman’s last name for a child threatened everyone. An older woman asked me if I was doing this to make a point. Why was all this doing perceived as mine, not my husband’s as well? At a party, a peer told me she was ‘diehard Obama’ and then argued that her only real concern about using a woman’s last name is that you risk the ease of preserving lineage and historical records.
'Really?' I kept responding.
I always tried to be kind. But my outrage began to blossom.
Elaine Dundy /// The Dud Avocado
"Is it OK to have the hots for someone who doesn’t exist?" and other surprisingly futuristic questions it seems like I shouldn’t be asking.
It is right and proper to have the hots for Sally Jay Gorce.