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We discussed the issue of describing People of Color by means of food in Part I of this guide, which brought rise to even more questions, mostly along the lines of “So, if food’s not an option, what can I use?” Well, I was just getting to that!

This final portion…

"Stop praising mediocre white men for their sexist, boring works of fiction."

- From The Emperor’s New Clothes (The Myth of Moffat’s Scriptwriting ‘Genius’) by Claudia Boleyn  (via claudiaboleyn)

"If a female writer had produced such an almighty mess, you can bet she’d be despised by now."

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negativelyoptimistic:

Bran Castle in Transylvania, Romania once owned by Vlad Dracule.

Commonly known as Vlad the Impaler.

I am determined to dwell in this castle one day. 

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roemenie:

Bran Castle Interiors, Romania (x)

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Tags: castle blog

“Nothing is easier than to admit in words the truth of the universal struggle for life, or more difficult—at least I have found it so—than constantly to bear this conclusion in mind” — Charles Darwin


EDMUND

Lucknow, North Western Provinces, 1886

On a hot dry afternoon in Lucknow, two naturally reticent men were seated across each other for afternoon tea, and after attempting to avoid direct eye contact for a few minutes, their resultant conversation, more or less, went about as this:

"The weather," Edmund said.

"Yes, the sky," muttered Mr. Korrapati.

"Is very—"

"Blue," said Mr. Korrapati.

"It is," Edmund said. He noted how crisp and clear Mr. Korrapati’s English was, but such things had stopped surprising him during his two years soldiering for the British Raj. He had been naive, when he first arrived, presuming that mastery of English somehow dissipated once one left the blue confines of the English Channel. This was very obviously not true, however. Mr. Korrapati’s elegantly formed vowels could put his own speech to shame. Not that he minded, really. It was not a competition, no matter what his companions thought. Plenty enough room for everybody to excel, English or Indian or otherwise.

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That’s it, guys; I’m leaving this workaday world to become a professional Troller Of The Internet.

That’s it, guys; I’m leaving this workaday world to become a professional Troller Of The Internet.

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veterum-regum:

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In front of them, the foot soldiers scattered. When the light caught it, Rainhart saw his sword dripping with blood. In his wake lay men he had cut down, dead already or gasping their last breaths into the rock.
Rainhart heard, “Long live the King!” as they passed Teuta men. 
 The barbican loomed above them, a squat, menacing bole in the long wall of the castle, the portcullis raised like bared teeth. And there, standing in the maw, was Valdon. Shouting and waving his hand at someone in the barbican. He saw Tancred and froze, then darted to the side, vanishing into the town.

( Philomena - An Inevitability (Part 1) )

In front of them, the foot soldiers scattered. When the light caught it, Rainhart saw his sword dripping with blood. In his wake lay men he had cut down, dead already or gasping their last breaths into the rock.

Rainhart heard, “Long live the King!” as they passed Teuta men. 

 The barbican loomed above them, a squat, menacing bole in the long wall of the castle, the portcullis raised like bared teeth. And there, standing in the maw, was Valdon. Shouting and waving his hand at someone in the barbican. He saw Tancred and froze, then darted to the side, vanishing into the town.

( Philomena - An Inevitability (Part 1) )