"'And what would humans be without love?'
RARE, said Death."
Terry Pratchett: Sourcery (via whatthewindtoldus)
Pronounced "ska-lya." Champion navel-gazer, veteran pseudo-fictioneer. Expect dinosaurs (and other paleobeasties), aquatic life (the weirder the better), Doctor Who (all sorts), Spider-Man (original flavor) and whatever else takes my fancy. 95% reblogs, 5% pointless text posts.
I try to tag for common triggers, but don't hesitate to ask if you need something added.
"The Doctor was an inveterate underliner, a scribbler in margins, a very unpassive reader. Some of his oldest, most precious volumes in the TARDIS library were swamped by his commentaries from successive readings over the years. All of the Doctors had added their contributions - picking fights with the original author, then with each other as their various, hotly held opinions clashed and altered. To the Doctor, his own books were the place his previous selves met in a busy, textual polyphony. All his books were dense palimpsests of gripes."
The Scarlet Empress (via heartoftardis)
|REDIVIDER JOURNAL:||Your work to date seems to exhibit a tension between sympathetic moral engagement and an aesthetic fixation with nastiness and evil; how do you manage to encourage basic human decency in your work when faced with the fact that evil is just sexier?|
|DANIEL HANDLER:||In my experience, evil is only sexy in fiction. A fantasy about a wicked woman throwing one down an elevator shaft may be appealing; actually being thrown down an elevator shaft is not. Much mischief in this world appears to be the result of people forgetting they are not in a gothic novel or an action movie. A public forum, such as an interview, may be a good place to remind such people: you are not in a gothic novel or an action movie.|
can we take a moment to appreciate that there’s half a page on obi-wan staring at anakin’s butt in the ROTS novel
I was talking with friends the other day about the fine contributions Matthew Stover has made to the Star Wars ‘verse, but this is not what I had in mind.
"Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against the gods. In crisis, their souls are visible."
Anne Carson, Tragedy: A Curious Art Form (via nathanielfick)
Here’s another bit: “There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you-may cleanse you of your darkness. Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could do it for you? Isn’t that why they are called actors? They act for you. You sacrifice them to action. And this sacrifice is a mode of deepest intimacy of you with your own life. Within it you watch [yourself] act out the present or possible organization of your nature. You can be aware of your own awareness of this nature as you never are at the moment of experience. The actor, by reiterating you, sacrifices a moment of his own life in order to give you a story of yours.”
"I’d trust him with my life," said [General] Kramer. "But he never invited me over for dinner, you know what I mean? We just saved the world and got on with it." She turned the knob, found the door was unlocked, and stepped inside. "And I don’t think either of us was pushing to be any closer friends than that."
"Adrienne!" The Doctor bounded into the foyer with a huge smile on his face, and before Kramer was even through the door he had grasped her hand in both of his. He shook it enthusiastically as she stood there with her mouth working up and down in confusion. "It’s been absolutely ages. So how’s everything back in Washington? How are George and the little ones? Not that they’re little any more, not by this point in time. Be sure to tell young Adam I said hello. I saw him at his university last year. Good job on handling that Brieri scouting party, by the way. Well, come on into the kitchen, there’s pancakes and toast and eggs for everyone…"
Kramer looked like she’d just been hit in the face with a cream pie.
Vampire Science, Kate Orman & Jonathan Blum.
The Seventh Doctor vs. the Eighth, in a nutshell.
He raised his hand, palm open, fingers slightly spread, as though he was pressing it against a window pane. Amy echoed the gesture with her left hand, so they could ‘touch’ hands through the holographic medium. An elasticated mitten dangled from her cuff.
Their hands passed through one another. They both stepped back sharply, shaking their heads.
'I thought that would be, like, really sweet,' said Rory, disappointed. 'I thought it would be a proper moment, like in those films when the hero's in jail, and the girl visits him, and they put their hands up on either side of the glass partition of the visitor's cubicle? You know, like that?'
'Yeah,' she said.
'But it was just a bit creepy.'
'It really was,' she agreed."
The Silent Stars Go By, Dan Abnett.
"To avoid detection, the Doctor had attached a device called a Randomiser to his TARDIS, his plan being to outfox the Black Guardian by popping up randomly all over the place. Neither Romana nor K-9 had the heart to tell the Doctor that was pretty much what he did anyway."
The Shada novelization by Gareth Roberts (via creepingmonsterism)
“On the other hand, the exceedingly stupid Englishmen who wandered about foreign countries sketching cathedrals, or catching butterflies, or fishing for trout, were merely laughed at […] These have even invited officials to look at their sketch-books, which, had they had any suspicion or any eyes in their heads, would have revealed plans and armaments of their own fortresses interpolated among the veins of the botanist’s drawings of leaves or on the butterflies’ wings of the entomologist. […]
Here is another of the methods by which I concealed the plans of the forts I made. First of all, I would sketch the plan as shown in the picture above giving the strength and positions of the various guns as shown below […]
Having done this, I would consider the best method of concealing my plans. In this case I decided to transform the sketch into that of a stained glass window, and if you will carefully examine the picture above you will see how successfully this has been done. Certain of the decorations signify the sizes and positions of the guns.”
-My Adventures as a Spy, Robert Baden-Powell (1915) [x]