Operation stop being miserable is not going as smoothly as desired.

Fine, sudden influx work bureaucracy which everyone thinks is nonsense, if I can neither leave the desk nor answer questions put to me by patrons, I will spend my time constructing a resume and writing fanfiction.

Ah, finally, my dream of being paid to write comes to fruition, though, admittedly, not in the way I intended.

flippyspoon:


The inner toff emerges.

Dali contemplating his next work:
The Persistance of Crowbarrow.
(melting clocks AND cocks)
Very dapper.

Erotic clock…melting?
(Note: Crowbarrow involves 100% less melting cocks than one has been led to believe.)

flippyspoon:

The inner toff emerges.

Dali contemplating his next work:

The Persistance of Crowbarrow.

(melting clocks AND cocks)

Very dapper.

Erotic clock…melting?

(Note: Crowbarrow involves 100% less melting cocks than one has been led to believe.)

dreamhusband-thewarlock:

So alittlewhos-this ‘s new fic is so fucking awesome that my shitty phone doesn’t deserve to even open it I guess.  It’s been doing this for 10 minutes….
*sigh*
I don’t want to wait until tonight to read it *sobs forever*

…or perhaps it’s trying to spare you the disappointment! 
*pulls covers over head*

dreamhusband-thewarlock:

So alittlewhos-this ‘s new fic is so fucking awesome that my shitty phone doesn’t deserve to even open it I guess.
It’s been doing this for 10 minutes….

*sigh*

I don’t want to wait until tonight to read it *sobs forever*

…or perhaps it’s trying to spare you the disappointment!

*pulls covers over head*

Crowbarrow } After You've Gone, Ch.2

Wordcount: 1982
Note: Contains an egregious Titanic metaphor - Jesus, Philip, pull yourself together.

The days progressed on ripples of rumour and horror, human turmoil providing a plethora of aspects upon which all people could wax to their own private tune. He’d heard more often than at any time in his life the word “unthinkable”, which struck him as rather absurd; it was nothing but thinkable as the press and people both seemed in conspiracy to think of nothing else.

Anonymous asked:

The one thing you hate MOST about Downton. Because I imagine there are several.

Haha, yes there are definitely several.This is just the thing that bothers me a lot:

The whoooole treatment of homosexuality. Aghh.

I hate the idea that Fellowes continues to purport that no matter what, not ever, could one be queer and have even a modicum of enjoyment of the same sex beyond a few  weeks. That Thomas can never be happy because he’s content to be queer? Which is a thing either Fellowes or Rob said, I don’t recall, but it’s patently absurd and untrue. You can have disappearing paralysis as an acceptable turning point, but Thomas finding companionship on some level is the thing that’s beyond the pale?

It annoys me particularly because it’s just a dropped ball at this point; you open the show with its first kiss being between two men, but then you can watch the rest of the show without knowing Thomas is queer - until series 3, where you can tell because he’s being sexually pushy and then destroyed and crying but oh wait! the heterosexuals save him.

Then, of course, who else could, since he and England’s other gay split!?

No, no, though - I’d much rather watch Ivy and Jimmy and Alfred do whatever that mess was. Oh, please, Uncle Fellowes, do let’s have inexplicable relationships between characters who leave! That’s far more interesting than exploring the historical and social aspects surrounding an affair involving a character who’s been there from word one!

Anonymous asked:

Random: What is your idea of art? As in- what is its purpose from your point of view? What attracts you to art you love (whether lit./visual etc)?

Ooh, how wonderfully random.

I think that the purpose of art is both in the expression of the artist and the enjoyment of the public. The expression can be the necessity of expressing a certain sentiment, idea, or fact in the way the artist feels appropriate or the expression of a feeling by means of the fact of the creation. The enjoyment of the public can be one person who shares in the expression or a mass - anyone outside of the artist constitutes the public, in this case.

While one can create art and never share it, excluding the public, it’s not art if it runs the opposite direction, when the product was created for the purpose of money. I mean, kudos to whomever it is laughing their way to the bank, but I don’t think that’s art.

What I like is particular to each medium. In writing, I like a dreamy grace, apparent ease, the ring of a familiar feeling. In visual art, I like a sort of vulgarity in the sentiment (think Schiele). In photography, I tend to only love portraits of interesting tales in people’s look - their whole look or just parts of them, interpret as you may. In film I love good acting and interesting characters over a plot.  I guess, in all, I like the humanity of art.

Jesus, I’ve no idea from where that spiel came. Apparently, I go a bit poncy on the subject of art.