“Do you remember what I said to you when you told me you were a lesbian?” “’Thank god you finally said it’?” “After that.” “…’You better find a girl who deserves you’.” “Yes! That! And this might be so shocking to you, but a murderous vampire isn’t what I had in mind!!”
Carmilla + Favorite Familial Relationship: Laura Hollis+Dad (requested by @bi-dominusrex)
for some reason there’s been a lost of posts about jaywalking on my dash today and it just reminds me of how in my city, jaywalking is like, the only way people cross the street. there’s sidewalks, but no one uses them. drivers just learn that pedestrians have the right of way wherever they’re trying to cross. and it’s legal here too. in the states i know it’s not, and one time i was in hawaii and everyone was standing around at an intersection waiting patiently to cross, and my friends and i were like “lol no” and crossed the street before the lights changed and people were SCANDALIZED. Like, there were audible gasps, people were staring at us, it was wild.
earlier this week, i spent the evening of my birthday in the presence of one of my absolute favourite human beings, watching him perform the lead role in my favourite play, at a level that was just completely out of this world, and there hasn’t been half an hour since then that i haven’t thought about it
Someone runs a Samwell
Men’s Hockey Team tumblr. No one’s really sure who. Most people, when they hear
about it, they think it’s going to be Jack Zimmermann’s ass and Shitty’s flow
and Nursey’s flower crown and Ransom’s perfect cheekbones.
And it is. Sometimes.
(Okay, it’s always Ransom’s
perfect cheekbones. Seriously. There are so many close-ups of
Ransom’s cheekbones. Occasionally you get lucky and see the corner of his
eye or really lucky and see the corner of his mouth.)
Mostly it’s Bitty from
six different angles chasing after Shitty, wielding a wooden spoon and shouting
angrily at him. Shitty has a pie held above his head; his face is triumphant.
There’s a shot of some kind of pastry strewn across the kitchen floor of the
Haus, Bitty waving a serving tray at a group of cowering men all larger and
taller than him but definitely less scary than him. It’s a series of shots of
various hockey players and one hockey manager sneaking mini pies from the
kitchen while Bitty’s back is turned, and then the reaction shot when Bitty
turns around and finds another pie gone.
It’s Holster sniffing
his armpit. There’s a #sniff it sniff it good tag dedicated to Holster
sniffing his armpit and it has 36 pages.
There’s one picture of
Nursey wearing a flower crown, but then, inexplicably, there’s a picture of the
flower crown on the ground, a single brittle red leaf on top of it. That’s
followed by a series of pictures of Nursey with a single red leaf on top of his
head, tangled in his hair.
Sometimes there are
pictures of notes taken in classes or of homework. One shot shows a page of
tiny, cramped handwriting that fills the whole page. It’s illegible. A close up
shot shows it to be a Sid Crosby/Kent Parson fanfic written on top of a calculus
assignment. Another shows sketches of hockey plays in the margins of class
notes. (The tags and replies on this one are all variations of JACK
ZIMMERMANN.) One notebook is covered in sketches of sharks. There’s a picture
of a perfectly typed, 10-page paper. 12 point, Times New Roman, double spaced.
Numerous attributions. A bibliography three pages long in APA format with a
backup version in MLA format. There’re no tags on the post, but when you read
the paper, it’s an ode to The Corner Jockey complete with proposed owners of
said jockstrap. Someone has written on it in red ink: HOLSTER, IT’S YOUR
(6/17/17) You are all going to laugh so hard because it was like, Two? weeks ago that I was like “Oh no, they aren’t fictionkin, they are just multiverse connections” and now, about a ton of meditation over said two weeks later and I’m like “HA What a pretentious idiot I was.” Because, lo and behold. They are not “multiverse connections” they are indeed past lives that are very much Me and not separate lives. This is a classic example of what we call: DENIAL.
Anyone want to hear my process here? Of course not, no one reads these. (SIDE NOTE: I’m annoyed with myself and sleep deprived, so this is Extra Salty today, I apologize). Here was what I went through. After that one semi successful contact with a “multiverse connection,” (which if I’m being honest was more likely than not just a thing my mind made up and not really a conversation with a past life) It opened up a floodgate of crazy feelings that I could make no sense of. I was feeling strong emotions for certain characters, getting random “vibes” that I didn’t get and that had no basis in anything, and after barely getting any sleep last night because of one of these characters (And also a party, that didn’t help, I was up till midnight to begin with then this? I’m tired guys), I said enough is enough. So I sat down for an hour ish past life regression to figure this crap out, and got some damn answers. Finally.
To start with, I got a ton of memories for two of my lives (Lucifer Morningstar and Milady De Winter, if anyone is interested. No one is,) and a few for another life (Fox Alistair, but again, no one cares). And the way those memories came and felt, and the way the past life regression worked, with me actually getting first person memories, and the way I couldn’t help but think of those lives? There is now no doubt in my mind that I am freaking fictionkin with at least 4, if not 6 (need to do more exploring on those other two) characters.
Freaking great. I did NOT WANT THIS!!! I did not want to be fictionkin dang it!! I am SALTY and ANGRY!!! Its bad enough I have to hate myself for my gender and sexuality, now I’ve got to hate this too?? Why oh why didn’t I just continue repressing these??? I mean, on one hand I am glad I did this, because like. i got some good memories. But on the other… frick.
But whatever. Don’t worry about me, I’ll get over this once I relax a bit and get used to having so many kintypes. I really didn’t want to be one of those people who just have so many (Not that there is anything wrong with that!! You can’t help it!! I just suck at taking my own advice!!!!!!). Anyways…
Yo people. I tried to… do something ? It feels like more people have been asking for other persons blogging about c&r lately and my rise in followers might be more new people finding about this tumblr than new people starting the series but I thought this could be usefull anyway ? This has been mostly done going through my tags and obviously there are a lot of writers and artists I don’t know and you have to add my lame memory to the mix so obviously I don’t feel satisfied and this thing has to be completed (so feel free to add stuff/names).
hi i would just like to say that i love @urfookinjob so so much and that i wish i could take all the negative thoughts about yourself away from you cause you’re truly one of the best people i know. you’re an incredibly beautiful person inside and out and everyday i thank my lucky stars that i met you and was given the chance to know you. it’s been wonderful and i look forward to the many years of friendship ahead of us.
rules: reimagine your founder (or a sim you made as an adult) as a teen! maybe even on prom night? _______________________________________________
nobody tagged me but I’ve really been picturing how Mantis must have been as a teenager. he definitely wouldn’t have been the type to go to prom. he wasn’t a cool kid, and he didn’t really want anything to do with them, he would be too busy reading comic books and listening to the best punk albums. obviously, he lost a lot of weight in college.
I tag anyone who hasn’t done it yet! I wanna see some awkward beans!