—Zelda Fitzgerald, in a review of her husband’s book in 1922 (via trishahaddad)

Reminder that F. Scott Fitzgerald stole his wife’s writing, many times, while suppressing her works. See “Save Me the Waltz”, which he forced her to revise so that he could use parts of it in his own book “Tender Is the Night”. And which author do we study in school?

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I didn’t know this.

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He also encouraged her to have affairs so he could use that for inspiration, and when she wanted to leave him for a man she fell in love with, he locked her in their house and wouldn’t let her leave.

When she wanted to publish “Save me the Waltz,” Fitzgerald wrote in his diary about DELIBERATELY trying to TRIGGER her schizophrenic episodes and making her incapable of fighting that battle.

And Fitzgerald scholars KNOW all this.  They write articles about how it was all okay because in the end, it inspired Fitzgerald to write Great Literature.

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The fact that this post is going around at the same time as this other post with its LOL HEMINGWAY/SCOTT BROMANCE/HOMOEROTIC GOODNESS LOL ZELDA WTF WIMMIN RITE RITE AMIRITE LOL

WHITE COCKS THO! V. IMPORTANT

message is like a microcosm of fandom for me

particularly the part where this post only as 2k notes and the one about WHITE COCKS TOUCHING TEE HEE HEE has 20k

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Not that I really had a lot of high expectations for Fitzgerald, but this is totally not okay.

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soaringrachel:

sea-change:

they also went to the louvre together to, like, check out the dicks on statues for comparison just to calm scott the fuck down.

(i can just picture them, scott being his usual neurotic self, and ernest just like, ‘give me strength. are you fucking kidding me? i nearly died in the war. i have a fucking medal of bravery. and we’re looking at cocks together. gatsby can only take you so far, my friend. you better write another goddamn masterpiece soon.’)

#the long version of this story is actually much better #because scott asks hemingway to have lunch with him and the first thing he says to hemingway when they’re there is ‘so you know how i’ve … #…never slept with anyone but zelda’#hemingway is like #…what #scott says so i was fighting with zelda the other day and she told me i wasn’t …adequate #hemingway is like … #…OH #he says: scott let’s go into the men’s bathroom #they go into the men’s bathroom #they come out of the men’s bathroom #hemingway says scott you are PERFECTLY FINE #scott is all B BUT WHY WOULD ZELDA SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAAAAAT #hemingway just. does not comment on zelda fitzgerald. #(that’s a fucking lie hemingway comments so hard on zelda fitzgerald) #scott says WELL I STILL FEEL BAD #hemingway says OKAY FRIEND HERE IS WHAT WE ARE GOING TO DO #WE ARE GOING TO GO TO THE LOUVRE #AND YOU CAN LOOK AT ALL THE COCKS YOU WANT #OKAY???? #scott is like …sniffle; okay #they go to the louvre #scott feels even worse #hemingway kind of sees his point #he says ‘look scott do you want me to just give you some fucking tips’ #scott is all …yes #hemingway gives him some tips #which according to his memoirs include ‘the trick with the pillow’ #and much much more #and well zelda and scott stayed married

I actually laughed out loud.

I’m gonna tell this story next time we’re discussing these guys.

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ohjustchillin:

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justacleverruse:

whoa can we just talk about this game

I played it for like 5 hours last night

it’s a flash platforming game with a philosophical dilemma at the end of each level, which is essentially the coolest thing ever

it keeps track of your answers and at the end plots you on a graph with a bunch of famous thinkers/historical figures (I ended up nearest amelia earhart, go figure I did like 15 book reports on her in elementary school) and lets you know what type of thinker you are

I also thought the avatar creator was pretty cool because it doesn’t explicitly force you to pick boy or girl

the controls are a little janky but overall I thought the level design was really nice and the last few levels manage to be both fun and challenging

good game. would recommend. you should be playing this

Really cool concept!

I FUCKING LOVE THIS GAME

Ahhhhh it’s The End!! A+ 10/10 everyone should play it’s super interesting and a lot of fun too

Ooooo I’ll play it later when I’m on my laptop

Huh.  This is an interesting game.

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petrichoriousparalian:

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jellyfishery:

Step 1: Take the Political Compass Test

Step 2: Reblog with

• which political box your result falls in
• what you consider your political beliefs to be

Step 3:???

Step 4: Profit!

So this is me currently. The older I get the more I’ve been moving steadily left along that bottom left line.

Looks basically right for me.

However, it would be interesting to answer these questions as different characters…

Right on the cusp of libertarian socialism and anarcho-socialism. Which makes me sound like a fifteen-year-old in a trenchcoat wearing a fedora, but I swear my political opinions are relatively rational and fueled by, as someone recently put it, “goodness and hippie idealism.”

awwwww! Don’t worry, love, I didn’t mean to make it sound like you’re a “dirty hippie” — you’re much less a hippie idealist than a rational leftist.

Anyways, I’m apparently situated right at the crux of anarcho-collectivism and anarcho-communism. I am okay with this.

Well apparently I’m an anarcho-communist.

I’m gonna apologize for us not being as active as we could be.  The Boyfriend is graduating early May, then going to a graduate program halfway across the country; so obviously those of us who are dating him want to spend as much time with him as possible before he goes.  The rest are giving them most of our free time because they are super attached and we know the separation’s going to be rough on them.  But mid-Mayish I can guarantee that they’ll want to fill up the loneliness with TV and Tumblr.  We haven’t gone off the map, just dealing with life stuff.

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redvinesgiraffe:

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

O_O

yesss i found it again! one of my all time favourite reads.

Philosophy went to the max right here

OI SCROLL BACK UP AND READ ALL OF IT!

I was really intrigued by this

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School starts tomorrow.  We’re ambivalent.

Happy New Year, everyone!

HHMMMMM….

I WONDER WHY THIS SOUNDS SO FAMILIAR.

rinwolfy:

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Find out your dowry.

Truthinadvertising and I are both worth 10.  That is the max.  (We are pretty sure.)

I’m worth nine goats. You hear that, guys? I am desirable.

I’m worth 9, too! Me and Tom could get married and there wouldn’t be a net loss of goat on either side. 

Your goat worth is:

10. Marriage material. Natalie Portman, is that you?

Step up gentlemen…

Ditto. Ten goats.

I am now taking dating partner applications.

I did it again as a guy and got the same result (George Clooney, is that you?)

Heck yes. Marriagable all the way!

I am apparently worth 9 goats. Classy as hell!

10 goats aww yiss

check it guys i am totally 10 goats

9. you are the most beautiful girl here

that is too nice! :D

9 GOATS GUYS

NINE

10 goats

9 GOATS

9. You’re almost the most beautiful girl here.

yey? 

Valuation of people based on gender stereotypes!  Woohoo!

Forget about the incinerator scene, this is the part that broke my heart.

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transstingray:

lacigreen:

uhhhh

It’s a baby for a baby that has a baby that’s pregnant with a baby. That’s four levels down… That’s impossible.

No, I’ve done it before.

Next summer’s horror flick:  Conception.

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lacigreen:

uhhhh

This disturbs me on SO many levels.

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So this just happened.