Hi. I'm Lavinia, 26, Italian, I study philosophy, I go to marches, I procrastinate a whole damn lot and I fail at being brief. I have a Bruce Springsteen obsession and I have a thing for western movies. I also write too much fanfiction. Otherwise known around the internet as janie_tangerine.
multifandom and not spoiler free. Any GOT spoiler beyond S2, books included: game of thrones spoilers - blacklist at will.
"You sound like Henry, man. He had a tower, too, only it wasn’t dark. Remember me telling you about Henry’s tower? We were brothers, and I guess we were gunslingers. We had this white tower, and he asked me to go after it with him the only way he could ask, so I saddled up, because he was my brother, you dig it? We got there, too. Found the White Tower. But it was poison. It killed him. It would have killed me. You saw me. You saved more than my life. You saved my fucking soul."
Eddie Dean to Roland Deschain, The Drawing of the Three, Dark Tower series book II
ps: Roland/Eddie is the Best Ship Ever and this is the truth.
a moment of silence for all the fanfiction lost to the ravages of time, unsalvageable even by the wayback machine, condemned to its final resting place in the deactivated archives of fansites for now-syndicated television shows
The thing that sticks to me most about theater is that because it’s such an ape crazy nonstop experience, you really don’t have time to think about anything else. You’re just really present; you have to be, or else, you know, you can’t stop the play.
"He was a baby once.He must have been sweet and clean and his mother kissed his little pink toes. Maybe when it thundered at night she came to his crib and fixed his blanket better and whispered that he mustn’t be afraid, that mother was there. Then she picked him up and put her cheek on his head and said that he was her own sweet baby. He might have been a boy like my brother, running in and out of the house and slamming the door. And while his mother scolded him she was thinking that maybe he’ll be president some day. Then he was a young man, strong and happy. When he walked down the street, the girls smiled and turned to watch him. He smiled back and maybe he winked at the prettiest one. […] [T]hey are waiting for him to die. But he don’t want to die. He wants to keep on living even though he’s so old and there’s nothing to be happy about anymore.”
I made a navigation page for my disney blog and got kind of carried away, so here’s another pages pack! A matching theme may come later. Pretty basic, just use 1-2 extra colors and an image! the “search” button can be taken away. Sidebar image credits to petitetiaras, tooltip credit to Arash Manteghi.
a few things:
do NOT ask me how to add a link. google. or use this.
for the faq page search for YOURURLHERE and change it so the ask box works.
it’s a custom page so install it as a custom page please don’t send me an ask wondering why it doesn’t work if you’ve just copied it in!!!!!
the tooltips on the blogroll can be finnicky so don’t try do anything other than change the colors if you don’t know what you’re doing!!
why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
one of these days I’m going to have to blacklist male and female in order to not see some reblogged-without-a-critique pearls of wisdom/quotes that make me question how certain people get published in the world. when that day arrives tumblr will have defeated me.
dijun Theon (I'm sure someone will ask but I'm very curious :) )
in common this will be hard:
I like to dress nicely. Like, I don’t buy silk and velvet because rotfl but I pay attention to what I wear and I really like it to look good at least to me. I won’t get over-obsessed about it and I won’t do it to go to the supermarket but still even if I have to go out two hours I’ll put some effort into it.
I worry too much about what others think of me.
if I feel guilty about something I shove it down and rationalize it, then I get the horrid nightmare not long after I start rationalizing it and I feel like shit for at least two days after it happens. /o\
Not in common:
I’m nowhere near as delusional when thinking about myself or about what people should expect of me.
On the other side, I wouldn’t have toughened out like he did. I mean, from holding out the fort to surviving that long with Ramsay and then getting out? Screw it, I’d have gone to the Wall at the first inkling that the plan was gonna go wrong. I kind of admire him a bit for having stuck out at WF and let’s not even talk re ADWD, but I’d have never had the guts to do it. I’d have left WF long before Asha came to collect me.
we’re the same kind of *getting angry at people who disrespect others* righteous. Not going into arguing with my idiotic right-wing classmates at school, once I almost came to blows with some idiot on the bus who was screaming neonazi bullshit and who had pushed me out of my seat because she and her boyfriend had to sit there, I sassed her for ten minutes while she screamed at me that I was a dirty communist and then she was like ‘COME HERE AND I’LL BEAT YOU BLOODY’. That didn’t happen because I sassed her again and got out of the bus, but XD
I can’t lie worth a damn.
I really hate bullies fascists. (Well, we still have some here, so..)
not in common:
I can’t draw worth a damn.
I’m the laziest person ever, idk how someone can find the force of will to go running at six AM and overlapping someone ten times.
Well he definitely believes in God and I don’t but I’m pretty sure he’d be cool with it. xD
I got dressed in my traditional Indian regalia, but there was a man, he was the producer of the whole show. He took that speech away from me and he warned me very sternly. “I’ll give you 60 seconds or less. And if you go over that 60 seconds, I’ll have you arrested. I’ll have you put in handcuffs.”
- Sacheen Littlefeather in Reel Injun(2009), dir. Neil Diamond.
So I imagine there are people like me out there who’ve never even heard of Marlon Brando and are extremely confused over why this is important.
Marlon Brando was the Don in The Godfather, and in 1973, he was nominated for and won an Academy Award for it. However, he was also a huge Natives rights activist, and boycotted the ceremony because he felt that Hollywood’s depictions of Native Americans in the media led to the Wounded Knee Incident (which I was always taught as “the second massacre at Wounded Knee” but apparently that’s not the real name). He sent Sacheen Littlefeather, an Apache Native rights activist, in his stead. Wikipedia’s article on her explains the rest:
Brando had written a 15-page speech for Littlefeather to give at the ceremony, but when the producer met her backstage he threatened to physically remove her or have her arrested if she spoke on stage for more than 60 seconds. Her on-stage comments were therefore improvised. She then went backstage and read the entire speech to the press. In his autobiography My Word is My Bond, Roger Moore (who presented the award) claims he took the Oscar home with him and kept it in his possession until it was collected by an armed guard sent by the Academy.