words-writ-in-starlight:
words-writ-in-starlight:
I‘m showing my parents Hamilton (well…the soundtrack…because who has money these days) and my mom was crying by the start of Satisfied and I’m just like…can I in good conscience show her It’s Quiet Uptown? I’m gonna have guilt at the end of this.
BUT HAMILTON IS IMPORTANT SO I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY.
Update: my mom, like me, is a Gryffindor to the bone. My mom, like me, basically burst into tears during Yorktown (I mean, I burst into tears for me, which was…like…two tears total, but whatever). Why do Gryffindors all cry during Yorktown? is it because we’re all combative victory-loving people? Because that’s my explanation.
I’m trying not to think about the upcoming trainwreck now that we just finished Say No to This, SO. It occurs to me that, in Hamilton, basically every female character who appears except Peggy (who…doesn’t really appear) is in love with Alexander Hamilton. AND YET. They still pass the Bechdel test with the very first appearance of the Schuyler sisters.
words-writ-in-starlight:
I‘m showing my parents Hamilton (well…the soundtrack…because who has money these days) and my mom was crying by the start of Satisfied and I’m just like…can I in good conscience show her It’s Quiet Uptown? I’m gonna have guilt at the end of this.
BUT HAMILTON IS IMPORTANT SO I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY.
Update: my mom, like me, is a Gryffindor to the bone. My mom, like me, basically burst into tears during Yorktown (I mean, I burst into tears for me, which was…like…two tears total, but whatever). Why do Gryffindors all cry during Yorktown? is it because we’re all combative victory-loving people? Because that’s my explanation.
I‘m showing my parents Hamilton (well…the soundtrack…because who has money these days) and my mom was crying by the start of Satisfied and I’m just like…can I in good conscience show her It’s Quiet Uptown? I’m gonna have guilt at the end of this.
BUT HAMILTON IS IMPORTANT SO I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY.
words-writ-in-starlight:
I’ve acquired like twenty followers in a week. And, y’know, I’m glad to see you and all, grab a party hat, etc, etc, but I just…what the hell kind of woodwork are y’all popping out of?
Okay for real, now, kids, seven followers in a day, you’re too sweet but also freaking my used-to-being-ignored ass right out.
I’ve acquired like twenty followers in a week. And, y’know, I’m glad to see you and all, grab a party hat, etc, etc, but I just…what the hell kind of woodwork are y’all popping out of?
Since my damn state just hopped on the fucking bandwagon against the new law protecting the right of a trans individual to use their preferred bathroom, I want to make a quick announcement.
To any trans, genderfluid, nonbinary, or agender followers, I want you to be aware that I believe in your personhood and your right to a personal identity and everything that is implicit in that, including your right to marry whom you like, your right to be safe on the street and in your home, your right to be treated well by a medical professional and by any other authorities you encounter, and your right to use a goddamn bathroom. If anybody argues with you on the subject, feel free to visualize me (or my icon) beating the ever-loving shit out of them.
High five, you’re awesome, and everyone who doesn’t believe it is worse off.
I write. I swear to God. I actually love writing fanfic. BUT, and here’s the catch, I have a ton of trouble coming up with short fic ideas. Short anything ideas, really. The most memorable example is that one time I decided to write how I thought someone being able to see the future would pan out, just a few pages of character study, dicking around with super powers, nothing fancy. Smash cut to a year and a half later, I’m wrapping up my 350 page novel and staring dismally at my 200 additional pages of worldbuilding. And it’s always like that, it gets so out of hand.
SO. My solution to that is this. If you have a craving for a specific pairing that you know I ship, shoot me a prompt and I’ll throw together a short fic for you and post it. I’m trying to unwind after finals, so it’ll be good for me, and you’ll get fic, so it’ll be good for you.
Hit me up.
I am broke as shit, so I’m writing my best friend smut of my characters for her birthday present (which is WAY belated). A-yup. This is where I’m at with my life. She’s a good person to put up with me. I don’t even write particularly good smut.
All right, so I was tagged by @littlestartopaz, so let’s do the thing!
- That one time, I wrote a 350 page novel by accident and, you know what, I have self-esteem issues, but fuck me, it’s a pretty decent novel.
- I have a good sense of pitch and a fairly nice low alto voice, so I can sing pretty well even though I can’t read sheet music for crap.
- I can do complicated organic chemistry in my head, and my teacher is keeping the dream of making me his protege alive.
- I had someone get ahold of me today and thank me for my medical equality tirades and it was a nice reminder that, hey, fuck, my “fight me” mentality is gonna help me save lives someday, hell yeah.
- LATINE SCIO, BITCHES.
(Y’know what, it’s been my first really good day in a while, so I’m gonna do ten.) - I have broad shoulders, the kind of shoulders that are good for throwing a punch and lifting an injured person and making myself look menacing.
- Related to #6, I do ‘menacing’ pretty well for a 5′ girl, if I do say so myself, and I can always carry through on my threat.
- I am really good at making sure stories and universes are logical and internally consistent.
- I don’t do ‘gentle’ very well, but I’m very good at ‘steady,’ which in my experience is almost as good.
- I started college at 16, I’m gonna have a BA by 20, and honestly that’s impressive as shit.
I’m gonna tag my beloved @twistedangelsays, as well as @adelaide-jpg because I know she’s had a rough day, and @cthulhu-with-a-fez because…she’s awesome.
Do y’all have a particular movement that indicates that you’ve gone from ‘kind of involved’ to ‘ready to Fucking Go’?
Let me give you an example. I was talking to a buddy of mine about television and the decline thereof, and I was kind of casually involved in the conversation with my feet kicked up on another chair and my chair tilted back onto the rear legs, and then he mentioned Supernatural and there was this loud thud as my chair went back onto all fours and I pulled my legs in and sat up straight. My roommate’s immediate response was “moRAN NO YOU HAVE CLASS.” Naturally I ignored her completely and went “okay, you wanna talk about Supernatural, we’re going to need some time, do you have an hour to listen to me bitch.”
Another example would be the time I kind of greyed out and ripped someone to shreds verbally and later my roommate said that she knew it was going to happen because I straightened up and folded my hands on the deck of my computer.
