Lisa, 22, feminist, jewish (and badly agnostic). To the best of my ability to determine, my sexual orientation is "sprung rhythm" and my gender expression is "fabulous badger". (She/her/hers pronouns are fine.)

EMT, aspiring PA. Poetry, intersectional feminism, Pacific Rim, Night Vale, Circle of Magic, language, biology, and eclectic nerdery. Whovian blogging will resume when Moffat stops fucking everything up.

If it involves dragons or iambic pentameter, you'll probably find it here.

24th July 2014

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ugh there are so many good lark/rosie poems how will I ever write fics for them all

Tagged: shae we should discuss this at some pointbecause there's a Sylvia Plath sonnet that's relevant to your'rosethorn seeing herself as a small part of the wider world and how that impacts her idea of deserving happiness' headcanonmustangscullaaaypoetryemelanlark and Rosie

24th July 2014

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With her appearance in Melting Stones, Rosethorn has appeared in a total of seven Emelan books, more than any other Emelanese character to date.

The Tamora Pierce Wikia

THIS IS AMAZING FTW FOREVER!!!!

(via littlefoxylove)

Tagged: rosethorn is The Most Important real tru factsand Lark is such a part of Rosethorn's everythingyes gooddedicate rosethorn

24th July 2014

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dailybirdbeast:

American bittern.
(Suggested by opabine)

dailybirdbeast:

American bittern.

(Suggested by opabine)

Tagged: I want to hug itbirdsartwhalebirdbeast

24th July 2014

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dailybirdbeast:

Spectacled owl.
Since you all seemed to enjoy yesterday’s glorified ballpoint pen birdbeast (and work today was much the same as yesterday), have another! Seems I am on a dragony owl kick.

dailybirdbeast:

Spectacled owl.

Since you all seemed to enjoy yesterday’s glorified ballpoint pen birdbeast (and work today was much the same as yesterday), have another! Seems I am on a dragony owl kick.

Tagged: it's so beautiful don't touch mebirdsowlsdragonsartbirdbeast

24th July 2014

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dailybirdbeast:

I think I went full weird today.
This started as a summer tanager, suggested by skidar.

dailybirdbeast:

I think I went full weird today.

This started as a summer tanager, suggested by skidar.

Tagged: IT'S SO CREEPY IT MAKES MY SKIN CRAWLI LOVE ITbirdsbugsbirdbeast

24th July 2014

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dailybirdbeast:

Common loon.
(Suggested by thedomesticapproach)

dailybirdbeast:

Common loon.

(Suggested by thedomesticapproach)

Tagged: ugh that is beautifulartbirdsbirdbeastloon

24th July 2014

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I am angry and anxious and jittery and I have no idea why I thought a giant sugary latte would help with that

Tagged: life and timesstrong choicesi am enraged by small-time sleazy business practices more than anything else on earth apparentlythis property management company has officially declared themselves craven bullies and i'm so glad we're moving

24th July 2014

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itseasytoremember:

wicked-is-hella:

itseasytoremember:

I wonder if there are Quidditch “street rules” matches where everyone’s taking liquid luck and all spells are fair game

People have died and gone missing due to Quidditch as it is what are you doing

THEY TURN UP IN A MONTH OR TWO IT’S FINE CALM DOWN

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24th July 2014

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phildragash:

baggy Toph clothes.

phildragash:

baggy Toph clothes.

Tagged: toph beifongis the motherfucking bestfanartatla

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24th July 2014

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Necromancy, Shmecromancy →

almostalanna:

It occurs to me Tortall has absolutely no qualms against necromancy at all. Neither Daine nor Thom get any backlash against their ‘raising dead things’ life choices, and even Blayce is frowned upon for the whole murdering children aspect, not the ‘using undead souls to fuel his…

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24th July 2014

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  • *prescription drug commercial voice*: do you wake up feeling problematic?

Tagged: yepsome days

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24th July 2014

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popobana:

elphaba & glinda

Tagged: wickedaccurate

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23rd July 2014

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bird and bloom begin: two. by shaeberry. →

mustangscullaaay:

mustangscullaaay:

Fandom: Emelan - Tamora Pierce
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Dedicate Lark/Dedicate Rosethorn
Series: Part 2 of bird and bloom begin.
Summary:
second installment in a series of shortfic outlining the beginnings of lark and rosethorn’s relationship. published for the tamora pierce femslash week of 2014.

fucking finally it’s 1:30 am hahahaha who posts fic at 1:30 am me apparently

in case you missed it at its absurd hour of publication, here’s my most recent lark/rosie!

Tagged: read the thing!dooooo itlark and Rosiededicate larkdedicate Rosethornemelancircle of magic

23rd July 2014

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Quippet didn’t want to be a shaman.He didn’t like shamany things. Incense set off his asthma. He wasn’t good at chanting. Fasting made him feel hungry, not enlightened. And the Spotted Mushroom Drink made him throw up, and one time he’d been out getting it and gotten between some reindeer and the mushrooms and…well…it was ugly. He’d needed a whole lot of stitches. Reindeer are hardcore.The problem was that he heard voices.Crazy-Wool, the tribe’s shaman, told him that the spirits were tormenting him and his only choice was to become initiated as a shaman, go into the spirit world, and battle them into submission. “The spirits must be bent to your will!” bleated Crazy-Wool, his breath reeking of the Spotted Mushroom Drink. “They will drive you down into madness unless you have the strength to resist their wickedness!”“Uh-huh,” said Quippet, trying not to cough.The elder shaman told him, sometimes two or three times a day, how vital it was that he stand strong against the influence of the spirit-voices, that he refuse to listen to their wiles, and that if they ever told him to do anything, he was to come to Crazy-Wool immediately.Quippet always agreed—and felt guilty—and went to go alphabetize the magic rocks.Truth was, the spirit voices told him to do things all the time.They said “It’s snowing out, you better wear a hat or you’ll catch your death.”They said “You should have a hot cup of tea and everything’ll look better in the morning.”They said “You try to have a nice day now, Quippet.”They said “You’re a good sheep, Quippet, you keep your chin up and watch out for those nasty reindeer.”And every year on his birthday, they all sang a rousing chorus of “For He’s A Jolly Good Sheep” and took turns telling him how much they valued his friendship and how proud they were of all he’d accomplished. One of the voices even composed a small poem in his honor. (It wasn’t a terribly good poem, but all the voices cheered anyway and Quippet had been very moved and a little confused.)He didn’t want to go into the spirit world and battle them. He was horribly afraid that if he tried, he’d come back out with a cup of tea and a small note saying that everyone loved him very much and wanted him to be happy.It was all very worrisome.———-Poor Quippet is 15 inches long, 6 inches wide, and 5 inches tall. I am pleased with the design of the front end, but his tail doesn’t look as tail-like as I’d wish, so I may go back to a more rounded butt on the next one. I was pretty happy with his full-body dreads, though.His face is cast plastic resin, his feet are Super Sculpey, the fur is…err…fur… - Ursula Vernon

Quippet didn’t want to be a shaman.

He didn’t like shamany things. Incense set off his asthma. He wasn’t good at chanting. Fasting made him feel hungry, not enlightened. And the Spotted Mushroom Drink made him throw up, and one time he’d been out getting it and gotten between some reindeer and the mushrooms and…well…it was ugly. He’d needed a whole lot of stitches. Reindeer are hardcore.

The problem was that he heard voices.

Crazy-Wool, the tribe’s shaman, told him that the spirits were tormenting him and his only choice was to become initiated as a shaman, go into the spirit world, and battle them into submission. “The spirits must be bent to your will!” bleated Crazy-Wool, his breath reeking of the Spotted Mushroom Drink. “They will drive you down into madness unless you have the strength to resist their wickedness!”

“Uh-huh,” said Quippet, trying not to cough.

The elder shaman told him, sometimes two or three times a day, how vital it was that he stand strong against the influence of the spirit-voices, that he refuse to listen to their wiles, and that if they ever told him to do anything, he was to come to Crazy-Wool immediately.

Quippet always agreed—and felt guilty—and went to go alphabetize the magic rocks.

Truth was, the spirit voices told him to do things all the time.

They said “It’s snowing out, you better wear a hat or you’ll catch your death.”

They said “You should have a hot cup of tea and everything’ll look better in the morning.”

They said “You try to have a nice day now, Quippet.”

They said “You’re a good sheep, Quippet, you keep your chin up and watch out for those nasty reindeer.”

And every year on his birthday, they all sang a rousing chorus of “For He’s A Jolly Good Sheep” and took turns telling him how much they valued his friendship and how proud they were of all he’d accomplished. One of the voices even composed a small poem in his honor. (It wasn’t a terribly good poem, but all the voices cheered anyway and Quippet had been very moved and a little confused.)

He didn’t want to go into the spirit world and battle them. He was horribly afraid that if he tried, he’d come back out with a cup of tea and a small note saying that everyone loved him very much and wanted him to be happy.

It was all very worrisome.
———-
Poor Quippet is 15 inches long, 6 inches wide, and 5 inches tall. I am pleased with the design of the front end, but his tail doesn’t look as tail-like as I’d wish, so I may go back to a more rounded butt on the next one. I was pretty happy with his full-body dreads, though.

His face is cast plastic resin, his feet are Super Sculpey, the fur is…err…fur… - Ursula Vernon

23rd July 2014

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kitthekiwi:

Slowly evolving headcannon: When Neville became a Professor, he was still super intimidated by Professor McGonagall. Until they went out for staff drinks. The situation allowed them both to loosen up enough to quietly talk about the horrors of what happened in Neville’s 7th year.

kitthekiwi:

Slowly evolving headcannon: When Neville became a Professor, he was still super intimidated by Professor McGonagall. Until they went out for staff drinks. The situation allowed them both to loosen up enough to quietly talk about the horrors of what happened in Neville’s 7th year.

Tagged: nivalingreenhowdid you see thisharry pottermcgonagallfanartneville longbottom

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