fully sober in the club googling frankenstein 1818 full text
MILLY ALCOCK AS SUPERGIRL SOMEBODY SEDATE ME
listening to fiona apple's sullen girl and thinking about stannis baratheon
in the asoiaf animated adaptation that exists in perfection in my brain, barristan selmy's a knight out of a golden-age disney movie; at least, thats what we're meant to think at first. his character design's reflects his role, all heroic and ideal. his animation is more fluid than all the other people in the scene, animated on 1s and 2s. arthur dayne is animated on a lower framerate, and is overall choppier and more jagged: he exists only in song and memory, so he can only exist in the less-than-real sense. renly wears elaborate embroidery so he's always drawn in unmoving plaid (like that one animation style from chowder). darkstar is drawn like a shonen anime protagonist. magic users--melisandre, euron, bloodraven, glamored mance, the Others--sit strangely on the screen, as if a glitch in the matrix, their very presence shimmering and uncomfortable to view (the dreams all have this quality too). all the starks have tapetum lucida, eyes that shine in the dark. the wights are all stop motion animated.
sun, moon & roses
coming out as a ser davos seaworth enjoyer. I just think he’s neat…
I know his clothing is a little fancier than he usually wears but oh well! special treat.
me and the tumblr mutuals running away to join a convent and wife ourselves to the lord and live an ascetic life in an attempt to find true purpose and holiness only to end up spiraling and craving human connection that is tangible and real to the point that the feeling of another novitiate’s touch leaves us completely turned upside down confused about what desire really is and unable to tell the difference between love lust and loneliness (and the secret fourth L: lesbianism)
me: why u care so much ma i’m 21 let me live
mutha: it’s disrespectful
me: not wearing a bra is disrespectful to who
mutha: in general
me: and…? i don’t kno who that is
mutha: 💥🔫
me: 😬
andrea dworkin: (phases into the frame and freezes the scene) women remain further shackled to the chains of patriarchal warfare by projecting their abject fear of male judgement onto their fellow women who dare to resist