Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Anonymous asked: 9, 14, 23

9: (truth) How did you meet your best friend? (dare) Refresh your dashboard. Open the blog of the person who posted whatever’s at the top of your dash. Reblog their most recent selfie.

OKAY WHO WANTS TO HEAR THE STORY OF HOW I MET MY WIFE, IT IS LONG.  And also kind of fan-ficcy.  No, we’re not actually married, nor dating, nor anything else, BUT.  @twistedangelsays remains the Laurens to my Hamilton (just…minus the probable sexual relationship).  So Laurens and me are in the same Latin class for a W H O L E year and I am kind of a dumb shit even when I’m being smart, so I FAILED TO LEARN HER NAME except for her Latin name and like I don’t really count that as having ‘met’ because I failed to appreciate her awesome.  And then my ex-roommate–uh, we’re gonna call her Lee because I’m on a kick and we had a nasty falling out–had a psychotic break (PRO TIP KIDS: you can OD on caffeine, it’s easier than you’d think, and if you have pre-existing psychological issues like anxiety and bipolar, that can go REALLY BAD).  Now Lee and Laurens were ALSO friends but I’m an introvert so I STILL HADN’T MET LAURENS, but anyway, I had gotten a rep as The Person Who Solved Shit and also as the only person anyone knew with a grain of first aid training, so NATURALLY one of Lee’s friends brings her to me.  Six hour later, I’m exhausted and Lee and I are back from the hospital (FUN TIMES), and I’m not sure who the very helpful blonde was who kept making sure I had space to work with Lee or who made sure I had a phone so that I could contact her and keep everyone updated at the hospital.  But I kind of blundered into her and gave her a hug and handed the phone back and went back to my room and fell face-first on my bed.  Flash forward a couple months and it’s the start of sophomore year.  I go and meet Lee on the first day of school and she has a nice blonde with her, the nice blonde doesn’t introduce herself and I realize I’m supposed to know her name, some dredging through the lake of memory turns up ‘Laurens’ and I do some judicious eavesdropping to make sure I’m right.  We had a three hour conversation about how bullshit the public school system is, I haven’t looked back since, we mutually booted Lee to the curb when she turned into a REALLY BAD FRIEND, we’ve lived together almost two years now, and honestly Laurens is the best thing that ever happened to my smol rageful ass.

14: (truth) If you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life (consisting of clothes you already own), what would it be? (dare) Tag someone you follow who has amazing fashion sense.

Okay, I actually don’t give that much of a shit about my clothes, so here’s my extremely basic truth: one of my nice button-downs because I look like I can kick ass, some jeans because they’re sturdy, my rings and my watch, my combat boots, and my leather coat.

23: (truth) What are your three biggest turn ons, and your three biggest turn offs? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Without actually listening to it, write the lyrics to the chorus of the first song.

Turn-ons: that thing where people push up their sleeves and you can watch the tendons shift on the backs of their arms and their hands, a nice laugh attached to an actually funny sense of humor, and raking hands through hair (I just…hands are my thing, and I like touching people’s hair, and putting the two together makes me think about my hands in your hair and that would be real fun, no?)

Turn-offs: uh…it’s too obvious to say ‘touching me without permission,’ right?  Yeah.  So barring that.  Laughing at me for something I care about, being a sexist fuck, or telling me to be more lady-like.

Anonymous asked: 25

25: (truth) What is the last thing you lied about? (dare) Tag three people you want to know better and ask them each three questions about themselves.

Uh, let’s see…I don’t really…lie…much.  But I’m also too tired to tag people.  Uh.  Last time I lied…like, outright untruth?  Like, this 100% did not happen, there was no manipulating of the truth or twisting of reality?  I don’t fucking know, it was probably a while ago.  I’m a professional loopholer and I can turn the truth inside out without ever breaking it once, but I don’t really lie.  I am actually exactly the worst person to ask this question of.  Oh, hold on, wait, I lied to a friend who’d OD’d on caffeine about still having more of those little packaged espresso shots lying around, that was a while back.  I definitely did that.  

Anonymous asked: 21

21: (truth) What three fictional characters would you most like to meet? (dare) Write your name down on a piece of paper and draw a quick picture of yourself. Take a photo of it and post it.

WHOA GUYS FICTIONAL CHARACTERS TIME BUCKLE THE FUCK UP.

• Jamethiel Priest’s-bane from the Kencyrath Chronicles, those books I keep pitching in all-caps.  My all-time fave.  Honestly I’d let her beat the shit out of me and I’d probably thank her.
  
• Jareth and/or Sarah Williams from Labyrinth.  Beyond the fact that, in retrospect, I was 100% crushing blind on both of them from the time I was four, I just fucking want confirmation that magic is a thing and it’s dangerous and gorgeous and wicked and cruel and wonderful.
• Uh…YO, Furiosa.  Or Mako Mori.  Or Natasha Romanoff. Or Jessica Jones.  Or Claire Temple.  Or Zoe Alleyene.  Look, folks, this is a pretty long list of Badass Ladies I Want To Get Drunk With.

serious-comedian asked: 1, 19

WOOO PEOPLE ARE DOING THE THING.  All right, I’m fine, I’m an adult, I got this.

1: (truth) Who was your first major celebrity crush? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle and post the first five songs.

Okay, I just put myself through Hamilton on shuffle, that was traumatic, truth it is.  Uh…yeah, so, my first celebrity crush was David Bowie as Jareth the Goblin King.  I was probably four.  When I say Labyrinth was formative, I’m serious about that.  I’d say don’t judge me, but honestly I have no regrets, do your worst.

19: (truth) What is the first thing you remember having to keep secret? (dare) Tag five bloggers who you associate with being obsessed with something particular, and list what each of them is obsessed with.

Uh…don’t have the brain power to do the blogs thing, so uncomfortable truth time it is.  Pretty sure the first time I ever kept something secret it was my screaming terror of cicadas.  I was maybe three?  My grandfather decided that I was going to like bugs if I was going to be interested in science and he started giving me dead ones…like…as a collection, I guess.  I refused to touch the cicada and he made me hold it in my hands until I could do it on my own.  He still doesn’t know how much I hate them, and he never saw me scared again, even though he kept giving me dead cicadas every time he saw me until I was about nine.  Cicadas now give me severe panic attacks.  It’s awesome.  …my family’s kind of a piece of work.

Well, that got grim fast.  Uh, let’s see, what’s more cheerful…I fucking crushed it on my Organic Chemistry exam this morning and I got into a crazy-prestigious fellowship this summer, and my dad’s up here to collect me after my physics exam and we went out to dinner tonight and it was great, and I’m getting to do my senior thesis on battlefield medicine, which is SUPER FUCKING COOL.  Smile, guys, you have a 100% survival rate of your life so far.

Anonymous asked: 26, 24, and 16.

ALL RIGHT, big fan of this procrastinating thing, who needs to study physics.

16: (truth) What is your dream job? (dare) Post the four most recent pictures in your camera roll.

So, I’ll do truth because my camera roll has nothing but pictures of IR spectra on it right now and I love y’all too much to do that to you.  My dream job if I really had my pick would be “make lots of money as an author, open ACTUALLY FREE clinic for people who can’t afford the hospital, work as ER doctor and have free rein to yell at my friends for being dumbasses.”  Also I would like to make enough money to foster LGBT kids who get kicked out of their house.  Barring a financial miracle, though, I’d like to work as a doctor in the emergency department of a Trauma 1 hospital in a big city.  Wow, that makes me sound like a great person.  Don’t let it fool you, I’m an asshole.

24: (truth) If you could only own five material objects (not counting life necessities like food/water/a house/etc) what would they be? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Post what the first three songs are, and for each one, tag a blog that the song reminds you of.

I’m gonna do the dare because…my books.  I could not pick only five.  (Do books count as life necessities?  That would be a tidy cop out.)  I’m listening to Hamilton, so…I’m gonna put it on shuffle.  Fucking pray for me.

• Aaron Burr, Sir: My wife @twistedangelsays, because I am the smol, loudmouthed, opinionated, angry Hamilton to her patient, manipulative Burr.  We have no intentions to murder each other.  Also because she and I call each other Hamilton and Laurens, because every-damn-body thinks we’re sleeping together.  (WE’RE NOT.)
  
• Wait for It: Uh…oh, god, I don’t know.  I kinda want to say notbecauseofvictories because IT IS GORGEOUS AND HER WRITING IS GORGEOUS and because they give me that same gut-punch of beauty.  But I’m too shy to tag her, because she is very impressive.  So.  Instead, @im-lost-but-not-gone, because my mom has NOT HEARD THIS SONG YET and she is going to LOVE IT and she is JUST LIKE THIS SONG and guys, she’s so cool, for real.
• Best of Wives and Best of Women: Well, in other news I am dead, but whatever.  I can’t see through my TEARS to pick a blog, this is why we don’t fucking shuffle Hamilton, fuck this, I’m going back to listening to Shinedown and Fall Out Boy.  I’m just lucky it didn’t whip out fucking Hurricane or some shit.

26: (truth) What’s the last movie you watched? (dare) Reblog the most recent of your own selfies posted on tumblr, and in the tags say two things you like about your appearance in it?

Gonna do truth because I don’t really…do selfies?  Like, I don’t have an issue with them, it just never occurs to me to take them.  The last movie I watched was…ah, I think it was The Thirteenth Warrior.  Might have been The Mummy.  Don’t think it was Labyrinth.  There’s a trend, I guess.

fructosebat asked: 12

First of all, WHOA, people did the thing, that is SO NOVEL, y’all are AWESOME, way to help me procrastinate.

Okay, so, ANYWAY.

12: (truth) What are your five favorite girls’ names and five favorite boys’ names? (dare) Copy and paste the 14th line of text from the last document you worked on in Word or Google Drive.  

I’m going to go dare because…uh…otherwise it would take thought.  “It hurt,” Jupiter Two protested, and their hushed tone trembled with humor.