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glamaphonic:

ferrific:

falling-towers:

balladedutempsjadis:

prinzessinfantaghiro:

Like, if a girl gets hanged for fucking Jaime Lannister, she should at least get the chance to actually fuck him.

Yes! And I bet he’s good in bed too because I bet Cersei made sure he knew how to please her ;)

As much as I agree with the general sentiment, this would probably be the most awkward first time ever: blushing virgin with body issues galore and emotionally confused guy whose sexual experience consists of fucking his sister.

Aaaaawkwaaaard.

I can’t articulate why, but I really want to read that.

I have loved a lot of Jaime/Brienne fic, but I have NEVER EVER read a sex scene between them that was as awkward as it needs to be.

And that makes me sad.

I always end up cutting out the sex scenes when I write them because I can’t bring myself to make it as awkward/uncomfortable as makes sense… so I just have thousands of words of unfinished Jaime/Brienne porn on my harddrive.

lodessa:

Husband is still perturbed when I make him help me block story scenes out because I need to figure out how body parts would line up in certain positions.

(Even when I don’t have to stand on a stack of D&D books because this characters have a 9” height difference to our 10”, which is pretty much the same in practice, as opposed to 2”. The benefits of writing het.)

Correction: Apparently the weirdness was because he felt like I was being cagey about my purpose in having him do this. 

All of the Indians must have tragic features: tragic noses, eyes, and arms.
Their hands and fingers must be tragic when they reach for tragic food.

The hero must be a half-breed, half white and half Indian, preferably
from a horse culture. He should often weep alone. That is mandatory.

If the hero is an Indian woman, she is beautiful. She must be slender
and in love with a white man. But if she loves an Indian man

then he must be a half-breed, preferably from a horse culture.
If the Indian woman loves a white man, then he has to be so white

that we can see the blue veins running through his skin like rivers.
When the Indian woman steps out of her dress, the white man gasps

at the endless beauty of her brown skin. She should be compared to nature: 

brown hills, mountains, fertile valleys, dewy grass, wind, and clear water.

If she is compared to murky water, however, then she must have a secret.
Indians always have secrets, which are carefully and slowly revealed.

Yet Indian secrets can be disclosed suddenly, like a storm.
Indian men, of course, are storms. The should destroy the lives

of any white women who choose to love them. All white women love
Indian men. That is always the case. White women feign disgust

at the savage in blue jeans and T-shirt, but secretly lust after him. 
White women dream about half-breed Indian men from horse cultures.

Indian men are horses, smelling wild and gamey. When the Indian man
unbuttons his pants, the white woman should think of topsoil.

There must be one murder, one suicide, one attempted rape.
Alcohol should be consumed. Cars must be driven at high speeds.

Indians must see visions. White people can have the same visions
if they are in love with Indians. If a white person loves an Indian

then the white person is Indian by proximity. White people must carry
an Indian deep inside themselves. Those interior Indians are half-breed

and obviously from horse cultures. If the interior Indian is male 
then he must be a warrior, especially if he is inside a white man.

If the interior Indian is female, then she must be a healer, especially if she is inside

a white woman. Sometimes there are complications.

An Indian man can be hidden inside a white woman. An Indian woman
can be hidden inside a white man. In these rare instances, 

everybody is a half-breed struggling to learn more about his or her horse culture.

There must be redemption, of course, and sins must be forgiven.

For this, we need children. A white child and an Indian child, gender
not important, should express deep affection in a childlike way.

In the Great American Indian novel, when it is finally written, 
all of the white people will be Indians and all of the Indians will be ghosts. 

— Sherman Alexie

(via afrogeekgoddess)

sophiahelix:

“Still, [Junot] Diaz admits that writing in a woman’s voice comes with certain risks. “The one thing about being a dude and writing from a female perspective is that the baseline is, you suck,” he told me. “The baseline is it takes so long for you to work those atrophied muscles—for you to get on parity with what women’s representations of men are. For me, I always want to do better. I wish I had another 10 years to work those muscles so that I can write better women characters. I wring my hands because I know that as a dude, my privilege, my long-term deficiencies work against me in writing women, no matter how hard I try and how talented I am.” For one of the most lauded writers of his generation to say he needs another decade of practice to write better women is no small thing. But Diaz told me that he’s often appalled by the portrayals of women in celebrated novels. “I know from my long experience of reading,” he said, “that the women characters that dudes [write] make no fucking sense for the most part. Not only do they make no sense, they’re introduced just for sexual function.” He gave a high-profile example, though he wouldn’t name names. “There’s a book that came out recently from a writer I admire enormously. A woman character gets introduced. I said, ‘I promise you, this girl is just here to throw herself at the dude, even though the dude has done nothing, nothing, to merit or warrant a woman throwing herself at him.’ And lo and behold. This brilliant young American writer, that everybody sort of considers the god of American writing, turns around and does exactly that. When I asked my female friends, we all had a little gathering, and I was chatting. I was like, ‘Have you heard of a woman doing this?’ They’re like, ‘Are you fucking nuts?’” On the other hand, Diaz said, “I think the average woman writes men just exceptionally well.” He cited Anne Enright, Maile Meloy, and Jesmyn Ward as examples of younger writers who write great male characters—and pointed to two of his idols, Jamaica Kincaid and Toni Morrison, as timeless masters. But he also detects an across-the-board improvement even in woman-penned books that are less than high-brow, especially in Young Adult fiction. “Look how well the boys are rendered in The Hunger Games,” he said.”

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this quote is complete magic to me (from this article). it starts from diaz speaking The Ultimate Truth About Guys Writing Women, and talking about it in a way that makes it clear this is like actually a thing he regularly thinks about (I REALLY WANNA KNOW WHO HIS EXAMPLE IS UGH JUNOT YOU GOSSIP)and talks to women about, and then showing that he actually does read female writers, and then it ends with the fact that JUNOT DIAZ READ AND LIKED THE HUNGER GAMES

REPEAT

JUNOT DIAZ READ AND LIKED THE HUNGER GAMES

(via isabelthespy)

Hopefully seeing him read this weekend! He is awesome.