Crowley really just dedicates his immortality to flipping the bird to the Four Horsemen doesn’t he?
Crowley: Oh I haven’t bought petrol for the Bentley for 60 years because paying for things is undemonic Pollution: How dare you Crowley: Oh I’m going out for dinner. With this angel. I’m going to get pudding so he can have my share Famine: You little shit Crowley: *makes sure everyone at the paintball fight has miraculous escapes when the real guns come out* Death: This is just flirting Crowley: Yeah so this war between heaven and hell is causing problems with my marriage so I’m afraid I’m gonna have to, you know, shut that shit down War: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve never made the connection, but this is an extremely good point
starting to suspect people don’t know the difference between purposefully obscure, inaccessible writing and just… writing that utilizes specialized language(s), the main purpose of which is literally unambiguity and clarity. you can’t write a paper using general language, you simply can’t. and i promise you you having to look up a definition doesn’t mean the author is classist and elitist and evil and wants to gatekeep stuff from you specifically
I feel like a big part of this is that people don’t see the humanities as complex disciplines that require years of study? I hardly ever see people complain about technical language in, say, a chemistry or a medicine paper, because we all seem to agree that scientists needing specific language is a normal thing.
But if a historian or a linguist uses technical language, lots of people act like they’re purposefully trying to gatekeep their field instead of considering that they’re just experts adressing other experts and that not all topics in the humanities can be condensed into a fifteen minute long divulgative ted talk. It takes years of study to get into humanities, same as it takes years of study to get into sciences, and of course we need divulgation and easy introductory materials, but you can’t expect to jump off the deep end into an article written at a phd level and automatically understand everything when you don’t have the basics down.
pining is 100000% the most important aspect of pre-relationship fic for me. good-natured whole-hearted pining filled with lovelorn gazing and chest aching and fluttering touches, that’s my top priority. i was put on this earth to watch characters suffer over the profundity of their love for another person. unrequited love is why god made me. characters finding out that their feelings are reciprocated after long months/years of suffering is why the universe was assembled from nothingness. amen.
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Though Alice ‘Y/N’ Liddell is overshadowed, and she doesn’t seem to think much of it, she yearns for a world which notices her- gives her a chance- a part of her wanting for a turn to be on the pedestal. But of course, nothing can change that-
Or can it?
One chance encounter with a boy with bunny ears and a strange hole, and she arrives at the world of Wonderland- a world of magic, mystery and madness.
What more when everyone seems determined to capture her heart?
➠ Genres: Fluff, angst, mystery, fantasy, isekai (going to another world), alice in wonderland!au
➠ Rating: PG-15
➠ Triggers Ahead: Hints of creepy/obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, reader’s manhandled, stolen kiss (?), violence and weapons, physical fights, suggestive dialogues, confusion, madness
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“Warning!In entering this game, be warned, dear player. You are an outside force, imposing your will on this world. You may have great power, but this power only comes once. Use it as you wish- whether you wish to control the story, or let it consume you. You may choose to leave the story, the world, without an end, or you may also stay, and search for the true end.
Here, it is your choice that matters. If you believe in this world, they will exist in your head. It will be up to you to direct the story however you want- because, in the end, if there was no Alice, then there would be no Wonderland. Wonderland comes into existence because of the person named Alice- and so this story will be if you choose to exist in it.”
You find your attention focused on the cup before you, a thread of hesitation running through you at the sound of your older sister’s voice. Lorina seems as beautiful as ever, really. The sunlight luminates her features, giving her an ethereal glow.
Fingers pin back the stray hair behind your ear, and you idly wonder how much you pale in comparison. Ah well. At least, in this moment, seated at the tea party, that your family is best known for… even if no one is there to witness it but you both, no fault can be found in your manners, an unachievable hunger for perfection having long been instilled in you.
After all, that is the expectations set on you as a daughter of the Liddell family. Or rather, not just from your family, but also from the noble society. Intelligent, beautiful, refined. To always be a lady in every way.
Still, no matter how well you hold yourself, you muse as you take a sip of your tea, it’s not like it will ever matter. It’s quite simple if you think about it- when everyone’s eyes are already turned to someone else, there won’t be any left to glance your way.
all jokes aside i really cannot put myself in the mindset of people who complain about 200+ year old vampires in books/movies/tv dating humans, like buffy and twilight and stuff. it literally could not matter less in the real world. vampires aren’t real and there will never be an equivalent or similar real world experience that is anything like, idk, buffy and angel. it’s so unimportant
LITERALLY…… i get where people are coming from but nothing like edward cullen or bella swan ever could or will exist in any way. no 100-year-old-17-year-old-vampire is ever going to approach any high schooler. it truly does not matter. and if someone is put off or bothered by the trope that’s totally fine- but elevating it to the status of Real Social Problem We Should All Care About And Take Up Arms Against is always going to be confusing to me
every episode of sherlock and supernatural was about dudes not caring about other people and every episode of dr who was about the inherent value of life and the beauty of the universe! get out of here!
elli if i can’t handle doctor who at it’s “40 minute long blowjob joke” i don’t deserve it at it’s “vincent van gogh is taken to the museum to hear people talk about his place in art history”
“Use a health potion, for god’s sake! You have like, five hundred of the things!” “But they’re expensive!” “IT’S THE FINAL BATTLE! USE ONE BEFORE I CRAM IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!”
He lay bleeding, quite a lot actually, like the amount of water that gets on the floor when you accidentally tilt the plate you’re washing the wrong way. Choking, he whispered to me, his throat gurgled with his dying words. Except he wouldn’t be dying if he drank the sparkling pink potion I was holding out with an exasperated hand.
“Just drink the Sen-forsaken potion.”
“… No…”
“Why not? I don’t understand! This happens every time you get hurt! I thought there was a reason you stocked up on these ridiculous things but you refuse to drink it!”
“They’re expensive… like… 50 mnoks each…”
“A small price to pay for your life, Centin!”
He coughed miserably, blood trickling down his throat in that slow annoying way that blood does, “You wouldn’t call them useless if they save my life…”
“They’d save your life if you agreed to drink one, Centin!” I cried, exasperated, the idiot bleeding out for the third time this season - both previous times having been saved by Karsh knocking the imbecile out and pouring a potion down his throat.
“You’ve already wasted… two of my potions!”
“It’s not a waste if you live! Do you want to go to the Yve’s Cauldron so early?”
Centin frowned, “I don’t want… to die…” I opened my mouth to ask him again why he therefore wasn’t taking the potion when he had about thirty of cursed things stuffed into various pockets of the caravan. “But they are very expensive and the amount in there is enough to… to heal 3 people of injuries that are non fatal… or two of illness…”
“And you of death!” I wail, having had it to the pits with his stubbornness.
He laughed wetly, dragging a finger down the glass of the bottle. “There.” I said, “Now you have to drink it. You’ve contaminated it with your germs. Open wide!”
“No. They’re not… for me.”
I couldn’t fathom why he’d bought them then - I could heal my own wounds, and Karsh didn’t get injured in a potionable fixing manner, so if not for him then for whom?
As it turns out, I write from inside a little, waterlogged tent outside the borders of Iemon, his hometown, it was for this place. The trees are all twisted and cracked, the dirt pale and the people all of those things will a side of soullessness… the town is ravaged. Sickness breeds in the moss that infests the nooks and crannies of houses, and the bell rings thrice a day on average for the death of another. His stockpile, his collection, it was all for here - and he’d saved his coin for each vial. Of course, he can no longer make his deliveries, so it’s up to me, and Karsh, to continue his fund. We hope that his village can heal and protect his memory with these potions of his… I will keep the one he touched that day.
My favorite ship dynamic is “they’re both extremely stupid in completely different ways and extremely smart in completely different ways, but rarely is any of that useful because they just get extra double stupid when together”
the racism/orientalism/antisemitism/homophobia/general “fear of the other” in dracula is such an integral part of the text and i feel like you are missing so much of what dracula is about if you are not picking up on those overtones. i love dracula a lot but i don’t think there is any use in ignoring those aspects of it or pretending they don’t exist - in fact, i think that would show a very shallow understanding of the text. i don’t have any resentment towards ppl who are reading dracula daily and making silly little joke posts about their friend jonathan harker, i love to make those jokes as well, but i do hope that the experience of reading this novel helps some people understand the sheer xenophobia and bigotry that is at the heart of this novel and lots of other iconic horror fiction. i’ve learned not to underestimate the obliviousness of white gentiles but i hope people realize it is not random that count dracula has nebulous eastern ancestry and his plan is to take over england like i hope that does not go over your guys heads.
