Tatiana Maslany on the complexity of women in Orphan Black
HERO. This woman is seriously- I can’t even finish. There is not a word that deserves her.
Day 14: Pretty/Ugly
I reminded you of her, didn’t I? When we first met?
No, little bird….You reminded me of me.
Quote from this fic. <3
Neil deGrasse Tyson (via harmonyoftheworlds)
CLIMATE CHANGE- it’s never too late to start doing your part. NEVER. TOO. LATE. Start now!
Author Zadie Smith weighs in on the culture of climate change denial.
It’s amazing the side roads you can will yourself down to avoid the four-lane motorway ahead. England was never as wet as either its famous novels suggest or our American cousins presume. The weather has changed, is changing, and with it so many seemingly small things—quite apart from train tracks and houses, livelihoods and actual lives—are being lost. It was easy to assume, for example, that we would always be able to easily find a hedgehog in some corner of a London garden, pick it up in cupped hands, and unfurl it for our children—or go on a picnic and watch fat bumblebees crawling over the mouth of an open jam jar. Every country has its own version of this local sadness. (And every country has its version of our arguments, when it comes to causation. Climate change or cars? Climate change or cell phone sites?) You’re not meant to mention the minor losses, they don’t seem worth mentioning—not when compared to the visions of apocalypse conjured by climate scientists and movie directors. And then there are all those people who believe that nothing much is happening at all.
I’ve gotten super into painting and decoupage- ‘cause Idk… I’m strange. And I’m working on making like a million presents for my friends. They’ll prolly hate ‘em. But oh well- it matches how they feel about me.
"On the vast spectrum of snarky comments you leave on my photos this one is pretty low on the clever-meter. You’ve gotten lazy."
DAS DA POINT, BABY. 😉😚 Just put a down payment on a cloud of my own.
“Hurry,” she was whispering now, “quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me now. Jaime Jaime Jaime.” Her hands helped guide him. “Yes,” Cersei said as he thrust, “my brother, sweet brother, yes, like that, yes, I have you, you’re home now, you’re home now, you’re home.” She kissed his ear and stroked his short bristly hair. Jaime lost himself in her flesh. He could feel Cersei’s heart beating in time with his own, and the wetness of blood and seed where they were joined.
But no sooner were they done than the queen said, “Let me up. If we are discovered like this . . . ”
Reluctantly he rolled away and helped her off the altar. The pale marble was smeared with blood. Jaime wiped it clean with his sleeve, then bent to pick up the candles he had knocked over. Fortunately they had all gone out when they fell. If the sept had caught fire I might never have noticed.