omnia-fortunae-commito asked: I hope you don't mind, but when you finish The Way of Kings I would recommend reading Warbreaker before Words of Radiance. I think it would serve as a refreshing break between the two monoliths. It's a good story but not as brain-intensive as Stormlight, it's currently a standalone, plus it would give you some info on another cosmere world. I'm really interested in your thoughts on it. (and there's a free pdf-version on Brandon's website) (which I can't link to because asks are stupid...)

I’ll take that advice! God knows when I’ll get around to it though. My life’s a mess atm.

Way of Kings Liveblog: Chapters 20-22

In which I finally meet Navani and am utterly, utterly delighted by Dalinar’s bumbling.

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caterinasforzas:

what to wear when…metallic-hued in a fairy tale.

examples: the gold/silver/bronze kings from das märchen (the green snake and the beautiful lily), the gold/silver/diamond forests from prinsessen med tolv par guldsko (the princess with twelve pairs of golden shoes, a twelve dancing princesses variant), the gold/silver/diamond/pearl garments from the princess that wore a rabbit-skin dress (a peau d’âne variant)

golden hues connote the otherworld and, in particular, its solar essence…the standard set of precious metals - copper, silver, and gold - refers to three kingdoms along the transition to the otherworld. such transition is also marked by (among others) the realms of the stars, moon, and sun.
bright as the stars, silvery as the moon, and golden as the sun is a customary referent for dresses of silk, silver, and gold in the cinderella cycle…the slaying of russian dragons often liberates the light of the stars, moon, and sun even as it frees princesses from underground castles of copper, silver, and gold…often [in] male cinderella stories, the hero sometimes travels through a wood with trees of bronze, silver, and gold, off all of which he takes a twig [e.g. the little ox]…gold, silver, and even iron coffins are found [in snow white variants].
in sum, the three precious metals represent otherworldly sources of light and life befitting the cosmic framework of fairy tales.

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caterinasforzas:

what to wear when…metallic-hued in a fairy tale.

examples: the gold/silver/bronze kings from das märchen (the green snake and the beautiful lily), the gold/silver/diamond forests from prinsessen med tolv par guldsko (the princess with twelve pairs of golden shoes, a twelve dancing princesses variant), the gold/silver/diamond/pearl garments from the princess that wore a rabbit-skin dress (a peau d’âne variant)

golden hues connote the otherworld and, in particular, its solar essence…the standard set of precious metals - copper, silver, and gold - refers to three kingdoms along the transition to the otherworld. such transition is also marked by (among others) the realms of the stars, moon, and sun.

bright as the stars, silvery as the moon, and golden as the sun is a customary referent for dresses of silk, silver, and gold in the cinderella cycle…the slaying of russian dragons often liberates the light of the stars, moon, and sun even as it frees princesses from underground castles of copper, silver, and gold…often [in] male cinderella stories, the hero sometimes travels through a wood with trees of bronze, silver, and gold, off all of which he takes a twig [e.g. the little ox]…gold, silver, and even iron coffins are found [in snow white variants].

in sum, the three precious metals represent otherworldly sources of light and life befitting the cosmic framework of fairy tales.

post 830 of an infinity-part series

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So Dalinar’s visions take him to moments in the past, scattered and random. So what if, one highstorm, they take him back to the night of his brother’s death? They put him in the body of a servant, someone who can’t fight, who can’t even get close to try and change the past, to warn them that the assassin in white won’t fall for their bluff. Instead he’s left behind with the other darkeyes, kneeling next to the drunken, unconscious form of the Blackthorn, shaking him, begging him to get up and save his brother.

fuckyeahfashioncouture:

Tony Ward Fall-Winter  2014

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  • M&S: Who inspires you?
  • Emma Thompson: Boadicea, unarmed.
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May I write words more naked than flesh,
stronger than bone, more resilient than
sinew, sensitive than nerve.
Sappho (via elucipher)

(Source: oktoberlyons)

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I just checked the marks for the political philosophy essay and it’s saying that I never handed one in. This- this cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. I wrote it. I did one! This has to be a glitch.

We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.
Margaret Atwood, “We Ate the Birds”, from The Tent (Bloomsbury 2006)

(Source: gwranda)

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huliahoops asked: laughs because ive always loved twelfth night- probably because my mom and dad have both been in it separately with different adaptations. even before my pretentious 'i read books and all the shakespeare im better than u' phase, i just really loved the stupid confusion. also. sebastianxantonio oh god

Twelfth Night was what made me realise how much I adored Shakespeare. (as well as bringing me to the realm of film!Shakespeare)

My mother went and saw a version where, at the end when they all danced, there was a brief moment when they switched partners (they do that in old dances, all the women and men would briefly dance with the same gender) and brought Olivia and Viola back together and Sebastian and Antonio back together- and there- both couples hesitated, smiles fading for a second- as if they wondered if they had really made the right choice.

(sobbing forever about my unrequited queer headcanons)