“She understood the genre constraints, the decencies we were supposed to be observing. The morally cosy vision allows the embrace of monstrosity only as a reaction to suffering or as an act of rage against the Almighty. Vampire interviewee Louis is in despair at his brother’s death when he accepts Lestat’s offer. Frankenstein’s creature is driven to violence by the violence done to him. Even Lucifer’s rebellion emerges from the agony of injured pride. The message is clear: By all means become an abomination—but only while unhinged by grief or wrath. By rights, Talulla knew, she should have been orphaned or raped or paedophilically abused or terminally ill or suicidally depressed or furious at God for her mother’s death or at any rate in some way deranged if she was to be excused for not having killed herself, once it became apparent that she’d have to murder and devour people in order to stay alive. The mere desire to stay alive, in whatever form you’re lumbered with—werewolf, vampire, Father of Lies—really couldn’t be considered a morally sufficient rationale. And yet here she was, staying alive. You love life because life’s all there is.”—The Last Werewolf, by Glen Duncan (via villainesses)
i saw a guy wearing a fedora in the lunch line today and i accidently said “brony” out loud and he turned to me and said “youre a brony too?!?! brohoof!!” and i ran into the bathroom that was the most terrifying thing that happened in my life
“25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying Where is the flaming sword which was given unto thee?
26 And the angel said, I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.
27 And the Lord did not ask him again.”—
Good Omens (Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett)
every line of this book is gold except for the ones that are diamonds
I had my father get sick when I was 22. And I was poor, alright. And my father had an ulcer, and it exploded and you know all these toxins get in your blood. And basically, my father died, whatever, 50 days after his ulcer. So I had a father get sick while I was poor.
My mother got sick when I was rich. And my mother, you know… I don’t really want to get into it, but my mother was sicker than my father. And my mother’s alive. My mother’s fine, OK? I remember going to the hospital to see my mother and wondering, ‘Was I in the right place?’ Like, this was a hotel. Like it had a concierge, man.
People don’t… if the average person really knew the discrepancy in the health care system, there’d be riots in the streets, OK? They would burn this motherfucker down!”
Bringing this back, because some people don’t seem to understand that there is a discrepancy in the quality of care among poor, middle-class, and wealthy people, NO MATTER HOW DEBILITATING THEIR RESPECTIVE DISEASES MAY BE.
I remember when my Nana got sick, they stuck her in a cot in the hallway that she could not get out of, and ignored her when she told them that as a 98 year old lady if she doesn’t move daily she WILL loose use of her limbs permanently so she needs to to be able to get up!
Now my grandfather had help found a law firm in the 1920s, and his firm had long been merged with one of the largest firms in the city. However as a courtesy thing, the family’s of the partners of the old firm are represented by that firms best lawyers. So my Nana sicced her lawyer on the hospital, who was an unbelievably impressive lawyer to have.
The next day she was moved into a room larger than my apartment with an amazing river view. It had two sleeper sofas in it for guests who wanted to spend the night, a kitchenette, and really it was rather unbelievable. Like when I say it was nicer than my apartment I really mean it. She was given that room as an apology on the hospital’s part (so she would call off her lawyer) so she still got the same crappy service medically (the hospital basically killed her) but she got to be in that room for the rest of that particular hospital visit at no extra cost.
Just knowing that rooms like that EXIST in a NYC hospital, when normally when she did manage to get a room it was tiny and shared with a ton of other folks? It is absurdest. There is NO REASON for that to exist at all.
I just attended the best passion of the Christ play. As they were “nailing” Jesus to the cross the entire thing broke. No one knew what to do and it got quiet. Finally one of the guards on stage said “You get out of it this time Jesus”
“Mr Moffat said: ‘Can I just ask, how many people would continue watching quite happily and believe it was the same person if the Doctor turned into a woman?’ While the response was inconclusive, he added: ‘It is a part of Time Lord law that it can happen. ‘I put the reference in the episode The Doctor’s Wife to the fact that a Time Lord could potentially turn into a woman. ‘Who knows, the more often it is talked about the more likely it is to happen some day, I suppose.’”—Doctor Who: The next Time Lord may be a Lady | Mail Online (via doctorwho)