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inatoms:

There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book. 

nyotas:

#jim’s face though   #his worldview’s been rocked  #wait??  #bones??  #you don’t just like people out of the blue it takes time and effort??   #and months of sleeping on the floor outside your room after you’ve locked them out for the fifth time because ‘some of us are doctors jim’   #’some of us have exams in the morning jim’   #’some of us don’t want to be woken up at 2am by your drunk self trying to take over my bed jim’  #i thought what we had was special??   #what do you mean you like him??   #bones?? BONES??   #and the rest of the film is just bones comfortingly stabbing jim with hyposprays to remind him that yes bones really does love him best

I’m absolutely down for defending the first-class status of genre fiction that boldly goes where no or few stories have gone before. But if you think that working science fiction and fantasy relieves you of your obligations to coherent plotting and character behavior, or if it’s an engine to deliver free naked ladies, then you can stay in your mom’s basement, and off my bandwagon.
Alyssa Rosenberg, in Damon Lindelof’s Blithe Treatment Of ‘Star Trek’ Sexism And Why Genre Fiction Gets No Respect (via themarysue)
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