madseason asked: ✪!
Oh man… more from 4 M4RR1G3 MOST 1NCONV3N13NT, Rose and Vriska as the Evil Regency Interspecies Lesbian Power Couple, and Kanaya with exactly zero time for their shit:
“This must be a terrible shock, and I’m sorry. I never meant to throw it at you all at once, you understand; I was just—”
“You’re not sorry in the least,” Kanaya said, recovering her wits. “You’re enjoying every moment of this, having me—having me cornered. If you’re helping Terezi in her investigation, you don’t have any reason to expose me.” She stood up and poured herself another cup of tea. “But you like holding it over my head. Don’t pretend at magnanimity.”
Rose set her teacup aside with a distinct, ungraceful rattle of porcelain. “I won’t, then,” she said.
“Ah. You’re not holding this over my head,” Kanaya said. She gathered up the spare hairpins on the table and put them back in their case, for want of anything better to do. “You’re angry that Vriska didn’t let you in on the scheme from the beginning. She had a piece in the game you didn’t know about, and you hate it.”
Round Three begins today and finished Sunday, June 2nd
The challenge is The Book Of The Film, read a story you’ve already experienced once as a film, tv series, or other media.
Discussion points for those who want them;
- How do you feel about the film/tv series/etcetera? When did you see it?
- Are you aware of changes in the adaptation? What are you expecting from the book?
- Do you watch a lot of adaptations? Do you normally try and read the book first?
There are huge numbers of films and television series produced every year based on or inspired by beloved - or in some cases not so beloved - books. Sometimes they are very strict adaptations, and sometimes they are more fluid, and sometimes they bear almost no resemblance to the original text. It can be quite insightful to experience a story from a different perspective.
See you at the halfway mark, and don’t forget to tag your book blogging #thebbc!
1. I watched the Romola Garai Emma a few months ago right after I’d watched The Hour and my Romola Garai problem was real, real bad, and it was pretty and charming and I ran through it in a few days. Badly done, Emma! Badly done.
2. Yo, I have no idea what they changed. Just from peeking at the first few pages, I can guess that they handle the big ol’ “Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich” infodump much, much differently, not that I object. (I’m expecting Emma to be a charming brat. I’m going to be picturing Mr. Knightley as Jonny Lee “Grumpy Cat” Miller.)
3. …nope! I mean, I suppose stuff like Justified or Hannibal technically count, but I don’t watch a lot of adaptations-as-adaptations for the sake of watching the thing I read on the screen. I only watched Emma because of my embarrassing personal problem and because it was a miniseries instead of a movie, and would take up more of my time than a movie would while being less… of a commitment, if that makes any sense? It’s easier for me to sit down for four hour-long installments than it is for me to sit down for one hour-and-forty-minute movie.reblogged from biweeklybookchallenge
Round Two; Finish
Round Two finishes today. How did you do?
Friendly neighbourhood questions that don’t mind at all if you ignore or alter them;
- As always, did you enjoy the book? Why, or why not?
- Did it meet your expectations? How much of your prior knowledge was accurate?
- How has actually reading the book made you feel about having lied about it? Were you unfair to it, or embarrassingly off-point?
As always, don’t forget to tag your book blogging with #thebbc, and I’ll see you tomorrow for the start of Round Three
Oh dear I’m getting all this out of the way in one fell swoop, cut for minor spoilers:reblogged from biweeklybookchallenge
the porn redacted… shit. The porn redacted /that this is an excerpt from/ christ, we need to take up yoga or something.
I think I posted a different porn than the porn you’re thinking of, but it’s set in the same porniverse with the same narrative voice, handwave… I have no idea if we’re even on the same page
(innocent bystanders, if we seem ludicriously cagey it’s because our taste in porn is socially unacceptable and I have no desire to show y’all our asses)
lantadyme asked: ✪
idk, I’m running out of WIP, have a bit from the Kanaya/Terezi romance novel (which is finished to the tune of 14,000 words but decidedly not presentable)
Kanaya stood her ground. “You have a proposition for me,” she said. “You have some thrilling idea. Let’s hear it, then.”
“As you are a resourceful and intelligent troll, and as you can walk around in broad daylight without worry —would you, Miss Kanaya Maryam, like to help me track Mr. Eridan Ampora to his lair?”
“I would be delighted, Neophyte Pyrope,” Kanaya said. “I cannot think of a more enchanting way to pass the time. And what will we do when we find him?”
“We’re going to kill him,” Terezi said, “and then I’m going to put his corpse on trial.”
yes yes this is just a sneaky way of making you show other people ALSO :DDDDDDD I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE STILL WRITING [REDACTED]
(we have a lot of [REDACTED]s, dogg, you’re gonna have to be more specific)
yuite-dio asked: ✪!!
Yuicorn I have no idea what the heck would interest you… I have some dull dead-end SSBB attempts. I have a little bit of origfic here and there but most of it is shared with Rachel. So, here, have a bit of the Feferi fairytale that I started and failed at writing last year before baseball kolkhoz and the HSO ate me alive.
The Heiress let the Empress grab her chin, and did not so much as bare her teeth. Up close, they had the same face. A dozen heiresses had stood where in her place and had their throats torn out — if she followed them, it would be no great loss to the universe. Fish and frogs would move into her river hive; frost would crack the roof and let the sparrows roost in the rafters.
“Little sister, what do you pity?” the Empress asked.
“The fish of the river,” the Heiress said, for she’d watched them break themselves against the streams and struggle against her spear, “and the summer rains.”
“Little sister, what do you hate?” the Empress asked.
“Nothing, elder sister,” said the Heiress, and the Empress let her go.
deusvolt asked: ✪ /o/
That’s cheating, you see all my WIPs!!!! 95% of them. Remember when we confessed to writing awful origfic porn in two separate genres but with similar premises (of course you remember, I’m just slyly infodumping for the benefit of people who aren’t us)… there was a porn I can’t remember if I told you about, mi alma.
“I know what you’re thinking,” the countess said. “‘What does the bitch know about finances? I’ve talked my way out of this before, and I can talk my way out of this again.’ Because, doubtless, you’ve been caught out before, and you made sure to beat a speedy retreat with your recommendation before anyone could take a second look at the books of account. However.”
(I don’t stop until I see the end my vision clear, bitch) (I’m on my trashy regency romance novel pastiche voice) (I don’t hear shit)
marthur asked: ✪
Once upon a time I thought I was going to write a fic about Dirk and Roxy’s first internet!meeting, but then I realized I’m not passionately interested/invested enough in Dirk Strider to write a whole fic about him and only got as far as these opening lines.
TG: nope fuck off youre a ghot in the machine im not listening la la la
TT: Goat in the machine?
TG: let me spell it out for u smrtass
TG: now clearly whatever you aer youre fuckin with me so piss OFF tyvm and good night
isozyme asked: ✪ \o/
Hmm, I don’t think I showed you the full draft of that SPNstuck Sollux-and-Feferi thing. It was unpresentable then and it’s unpresentable now, but here’s a bit I don’t mind:
“See,” she said, “your universe really likes twos. What you call ‘angels’ and ‘demons’ are just beings that operate in four dimensions more than normal entities.”
“Four dimensions, two squared; eight dimensions, two cubed.”
“Good!” She clapped her hands together and grinned at him. Her mouth stretched wider than a human’s could.
“What does that have to do with anything?” he said. Headache number eleven was creeping up on him. Probably, Feferi had modified the brain without any care as to what the human body could take.
There was a thunderstorm brewing outside the deep-set window. Feferi flat-out forgot about him, sometimes—she got up to look out at it, and the window itself disappeared as she leaned forward. The wind made the disapproving portraits on the walls over the bookshelves sway back and forth. She’d gotten him a bright yellow sweater to go with the skirt he’d taken from Rose. It kept the worst of the chill out. He went back to work, careful of his brain this time, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. For all her effort at looking normal, Feferi was more real than anything in the room, like the only colored part of a black-and-white drawing.
“I couldn’t confine myself to four dimensions, let alone him,” she said. “We’d burst at the seams. Eight is really”—Sollux was pretty sure she was saying reel-y—“really hard, but doable, and you have to jettison some ballast and drop an anchor in an actual universe. I found the anchor, but not the ship.”
Send me a ✪ and I’ll give you a bit from one of my WIPs.
(Source: dazzledfirestar)reblogged from marthur
ain’t no party like an OT3 party, cause my OT3 party is canon
<:3creblogged from soyonscruels