whedonesque:

Bunnies, bunnies, it must be bunnies!

*whispers* I would still wear that shirt.

whedonesque:

Bunnies, bunnies, it must be bunnies!

*whispers* I would still wear that shirt.

(via jeremycarversweaterfetish)

Ridiculous holiday socks: one of the best perks of embracing middle age.

Ridiculous holiday socks: one of the best perks of embracing middle age.

Many-hued Easter eggs courtesy of my mom’s hens: Clarina, Haley, Jane, and Louisa.

Many-hued Easter eggs courtesy of my mom’s hens: Clarina, Haley, Jane, and Louisa.

A very floppy Easter from Bernie.

A very floppy Easter from Bernie.

Look, obviously I’m in love with this book, since I’ve been quoting from it all day, but GAH. GAHHHHH it’s amazing, a riff on the color blue that ends up concentrating primarily on its use as a metaphor for writing about sex and cursing. Gass has smart things to say, and he says them in some of the most well-put-together sentences I’ve ever read, which becomes, in fact, his point: that it’s an author’s love of the language she uses that ultimately makes a reader love the work. So, so good.

Look, obviously I’m in love with this book, since I’ve been quoting from it all day, but GAH. GAHHHHH it’s amazing, a riff on the color blue that ends up concentrating primarily on its use as a metaphor for writing about sex and cursing. Gass has smart things to say, and he says them in some of the most well-put-together sentences I’ve ever read, which becomes, in fact, his point: that it’s an author’s love of the language she uses that ultimately makes a reader love the work. So, so good.

handsomefeelings:

Destiel fic, explicit, takes off from that one scene in 7.23 where they wanna kiss each other SO HARD. You know the one.

"As we shall see, and be ashamed because we aren’t ashamed to say it…we always plate our sexual subjects first. It is the original reason why we read…the only reason why we write." (William H. Gass, On Being Blueyes, again, I’m a wee bit obsessed)

So anyway, here’s some smut I wrote. Awfully effing proud of it.

intercats:

currently kind of uncomfortable about the fact that in like 2 weeks i’ve written almost more words of gay fanfiction porn than i needed to write for my philology master’s thesis over several years that i never wrote.

life choices, priorities, all that shit: i am good at it.

(but it is fun, at least.)

Oh, I know that jam. Got 13K of a historical romance languishing on my hard drive while I’ve cranked out something like 48K of Destiel fic since August. More than half a novel!!

But yes, the fun. That’s the thing, ain’t it?

"[The word blue] hasn’t the sly turn which crimson takes halfway through, yellow’s deceptive jelly, or the rolled-down sound in brown. It hasn’t violet’s rapid sexual shudder, or like a rough road the irregularity of ultramarine, the low puddle in mauve like a pancake covered with cream, the disapproving purse to pink, the assertive brevity of red, the whine of green."

— William H. Gass, On Being Blue

If I could only read this sentence over and over for the rest of my life, I would be fine with that.

My dungeonmaster (in the D&D sense, not the BDSM one) bugged me relentlessly until I listened to this song, and he is RIGHT. IT IS THE BEST.

"There are a number of difficulties with dirty words, the first of which is that there aren’t nearly enough of them; the second is that the people who use them are normally numskulls and prudes; the third is that in general they’re not at all sexy, and the main reason for this is that no one loves them enough."

— William H. Gass, On Being Blue

Poor dirty words. I love you.