Thank Goodness - Katie Rose Clarke
My favourite performance of this song on YouTube. The emotion she puts into it gives the song a lot more power and meaning. Often it just sort of comes across as something of a filler song, but here it seems to offer a lot more in terms of how it presents Glinda at this point in the musical. Plus, Katie looks gorgeous in that dress.
Possibly the greatest Greek-myth trainers ever (and maybe the only).
I NEED THEM
THIS UNNECESSARY COMMENT IS WORTH IT OH MAN
For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.
You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.
You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.—Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (After Marty McConnel)
It’s strange that a game in which you play a 36-pixel tall character would even bother distinguishing between the two playable sexes when it comes to their armour design, let alone have the female’s breastplate only cover her breasts. Is the two pixel tall midriff sexy to anybody? I’m not mad about it, just sort of baffled that they’d even bother.
You Are Not Alone: An Open Letter To My Fellow Skin-pickers, Scab-scratches, Cuticle-biters, and “Freaks”
So I made a post a while back about how I use vinyl-lined bottlecaps to cope with my dermatillomania. I didn’t call it just dermatillomania in the post, I used other terms that people use—picking, skin picking, compulsive skin picking, csp.
The responses were astonishing and positive, and I’m glad I was able to help people.
But I saw a terrifying trend in the comments to that post. So many people saw it and said “I didn’t know there was a name for what I did,” or “There are other people who do this?” or, most heartbreakingly, “I thought I was alone.” I received private messages from people who suffered quietly for years, thinking nobody else did what they did. Thinking they were freaks.
Well, I’m here to say a big loud No.
⋆ Katie Rose Clarke as Glinda & Lindsay Mendez as Elphaba
Why I built a peaceful fantasy world
For those who haven’t read my stories of Aligare, I’ll tell you that they’re very positive. Characters genuinely mean well and try to do right by others. Spoiler: no one turns out to be the scheming villain, ever.
Of course, I caught a lot of flack for this when I was a younger writer seeking feedback. Everyone is too nice, the critiquers said! Nothing happens! Lack of conflict is boring! Why don’t they attack each other?
I’ve never made the full jump into a completely pacifist fantasy novel, but I’ve been gently leaning that way over the years. I haven’t made an evil character in years, and while there are antagonistic forces, they are usually represented as corruptions, either a fantastical corruption like a magic!plague or manmade corruptions like a institutionally flawed government. But with the latter, I try to expressly avoid making anyone in power evil. An example from a post I reblogged a few days ago - I always have good kings, but I still address that monarchies themselves are flawed.
A novella I’ve had in the backburner for a while was pure white vs. white morality, where both sides were right to do what they did and believe as they did, but the two were nonetheless at odds. I do like stories that lack a strong, physical conflict, though. There is this Japanese manga that I adore called Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou, which is a science fiction/slice of life story that goes on for fourteen volumes about a robot girl working at a cafe in Japan. It’s very sweet, and sometimes a little sad (since the robot girl outlives some of her friends, but she also gets to watch them grow up), but it doesn’t have any real conflict. Just sort of an exploration of the future with a cute main character and her menagerie of friends. Highly recommended if you enjoy comic books. :)
It was like you brought color to my life.
You changed my life, all by yourself