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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child has changed my life.


I’m Maia and I’m 22 years old. I’m a cancer biology PhD student so my days are pretty academically demanding and sometimes pretty emotional. I am the biggest geek: I was bullied all through school because of it and that left me with shitty self-esteem which did (more or less) repair itself during uni. I’ve loved Harry Potter since I was 7 years old and I am Hermione Granger. (No, seriously, sometimes I quote her without even meaning to). 

I took this photo the day the banners and that famous nest went up at the Palace. I stopped writing my masters dissertation, took the afternoon off and decided I needed to see it. I got a little tingle. [No, I’m not wearing make-up, get over it!].

I didn’t have a ticket until March 2017. However, I am a Ravenclaw (with a lot of Slytherin) so I decided I was going to see it and I was going to see it during the previews! I was on twitter constantly and I finally found someone selling one as their sister could no longer go. She wanted face value and someone who was a big fan to sit with so I fitted the bill and I was going to see Cursed Child on June 25th. 

I had butterflies for WEEKS. 

Safe to say that I LOVED IT, and was sat in the middle of the Grand Circle, which is a great place for first timers as you see everything. As soon as it started I cried because HARRY WAS BACK AND RIGHT THERE. And for the first time in my life I had a character that I could relate to looks even slightly like me in Noma’s Hermione. I cried and cried during the play and when I got home that night. Before this play I wasn’t a big crier, it has changed me. 

A week later I bumped into Sam and Anthony while I was slightly drunk on the street and sort of lost my mind a bit, which should’ve been a tell-tale sign that this play was about to be my next obsession. I mean bloody hell, I am an educated, level-headed young women and I was crying because some boy liked my tweet.

I knew I needed to see the play again. I also knew there were no tickets but I’d read on Twitter that the returns queue was a viable option. We got to the theatre at 5am on the Wednesday after the gala and were lucky! Row F of the stalls (Probably the best seats I’ve sat in during this whole thing).

The play moved me even more the second time and my stage door experience was INSANELY good. This cast are the most generous, brilliant, kind people I’ve been lucky enough to meet. This time I got to meet Noma. I had a speech ready to say to her but then she recognised me from Twitter and knew me by name so I panicked and said nothing useful. (I even had to call my mum afterwards because this shook me so much). Noma I have told you a million times how much I love you but you’ve honestly made me a better, more confident person and I’ll remember that forever. Maybe someday I’ll post a picture the letter I wrote her.

Following this amazing day I went to see the play once more with a friend and then started to build a bit of a twitter friendship group. First I met Fuschia, who is such a brilliant Slytherin who I treasure dearly. Then a girl called Adriana followed me and sounded like she’d been having a shitty week. So I messaged her to say I had access to some tickets and wondered if she wanted to come. For a split second after sending the message I panicked that she would think I was weird and would just say no and unfollow me but we ended up going together. I’m so grateful it worked out because I can’t imagine my life without her now. Adriana then introduced me to Iona who splash landed into my life and has been stirring it up in amazing ways since. 

We then proceeded to start script reading and drinking wine at 3pm. We ended up meeting up with Gemma who we nearly scared off because we were very intoxicated and loud but (thank God) she stayed and is now a beautiful friend. 

This is Adriana hugging a pillar outside the palace at like midnight which sums up October, when I went to see the play 5 times because you’re all fucking insane. 

At some point during this drunken month I met Jack (I think this was we love the spare night), who is the wittiest, loveliest friend now. But I’m still slightly concerned that he came and stayed at my house for the Fantastic Beasts premiere after only meeting me once, piss drunk at stage door. I mean I know I’m ok… 

At the FB premiere we told all the press that we were most excited to see Jeremy Ang Jones and got unnecessarily excited to see the cast even though we’d met them at stage door about 300 times. This was probably the first time the cast recognised us and I realised just how deep I was into this fandom. 

We then picked up Emily, Miriam, Megan, Steph and Anna and somehow acquired the name “Cursed Child Inner Circle” which we promise sounds more cult-like that it actually is! (We now prefer HP Love Crew because this isn’t a cult.)

On December 17th, 2016 we all went to see the play together. It was a ticket buying feat. We had to pool all our skills. Jack came down (JACKS IN TOWNNN) and we all had the BEST day hanging out together. 

When we’re in, we whoop and cheer and clap and try to bring the audience up to our excitement level. The security can’t believe how excited we still look whenever we walk in but we still are so SO excited! 

Since then, Susy B and Manon have joined our group and I’m loving getting to know you two!

Something about Cursed Child had clearly struck a chord with me. This is a genius production- I have honestly cried more than once because the lighting looks so beautiful with the cloaks in the movement sequences and the music brings up emotions which I didn’t know I needed to feel. The fact that the crux of the play is two geeky losers having their first adventure really resonates with me because that’s kinda where I am in my life now. My obsession with the play coincided with me starting my PhD and moving out of my parents house to living with friends. As much as I could’ve watched every play in the West End with the money I’ve spent on this one, it has been so important for me to really get to know these characters. 

More than anything, Scorpius’s character development throughout the play from a fidgety, confused kid to someone who walks up to Rose and asks her out (however much I don’t ship that) is something that I’ve gone through in these 7 months. I’ve met so many new people, allowed myself to get to know them, pushed myself out of my science-y world and allowed myself to really start feeling things. I’ve got a lot of comments from family saying that I’m so outgoing now, people who can’t believe how social I’m being and this play is to thank for that. I’ve been confident enough to go to writing and spoken work workshops (god, I’m even going to a performance workshop this week) and push myself so far out of my comfort zone in ways I never thought I would.

But this is so much due to the amazing friends I’ve made. Every single one of you has made these past few months the best of my life. You’re all so unique and beautiful. I feel honoured to have witnessed us all grow into more unapologetic, geeky fangirls and blessed to see you grow in your lives. I know that I will be able lean on you for support and encouragement as I embark on PhD insanity and I hope you all trust that I will do my best to be just as good of a friend. The love and support that comes out of this group has strengthened me. We all come from different places, we’re different ages, we have different dreams but we’re all on our way up to great things and I’m so excited that I get to see where we all go and live it with you. I can’t believe this play brought us together but I’m so SO glad I have you all now.

I love you CCIC.


text starters from my phone

(most of these I dug into the archives of FB messages from college years)

[text] Have fun tonight!!!
[text] I’m about to get my hair dyed purple
[text] Impromptu tattoos anyone?
[text] I was thinking in person cause I don’t want to half ass apologize through text
[text] Oh my god. I’m so sorry.
[text] Are you there?
[text] I will never say no to pizza
[text] I have a big [lesbian/gay] crush on _______ and I have no idea why
[text] I am going to fill in my eyebrows and get the fuck out of here for a while. Fuck this
[text] I don’t know why you think you have to explain yourself when it’s pretty clear what went down.
[text] I made it worse, I’m so sorry
[text] I fucked up and wasn’t thinking of your feelings.
[text] I can’t wait to see you.
I am unbelievably angry at you right now
[text] I need coffee or weed or sleep, not sure which one
[text] I drunk texted _______ last night
[text] I get it. i’ve kind of been sort of cold, distant, and extremely ambiguous.
[text] No worries. I figured you were just crazy busy.
[text] So are we ever going to have sex again
[text] I guess I’ll fuck [hm/her/them].
[text] It wasn’t fair for me to get so mad.
[text] I’m so pissed off I could punch someone
[text] Don’t punch anyone, talk to me instead.
[text] If you kept kissing me like that I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself
[text] Are you and _______ official yet?
[text] I was just trying to do this right but not going to push anything.
[text] thinking of you makes me awake cause my heart beats more and other romantic stuff
[text] It’s clear I was interested in you much more than you were in me
[text] I hate being happy and having crushes
[text] i wanted to be with you for a while but we were separated by a lot of stuff
[text] If you’re going to tell me I’m awesome one day and then ignore me the next I really don’t need that
[text] I honestly want to know how many jars of peanut butter I singlehandedly ate this year
[text] I’m like half functional adult half total trainwreck
[text] My first engaged ex - “ex” used very loosely
[text] I love being your neo-feminist best friend
[text] A picture of us popped up in my Timehop a couple of days ago and it made me think of you and how you were doing.
[text] If i became homeless, I’d be totally cool with living on the beach
[text] We’ll probably have some quick drinks and then hit up a club
[text] I am drunk and feel like a purple moon fairy
[text] You’re just in total denial of your feelings and need to grow up
[text] I’m totes going to kick your ass.
[text] I got my period PRAISE THE LORD
[text] They have been talking about meatballs for 30 minutes #ItalianFamilyProblems
[text] I woke up in a relationship and I am going to sleep single tonight.
[text] I may or may not have done something really bad.
[text] I always drop everything for you and you never, ever do the same.
[text] Breathe. I’m sure it will be fine.
[text] Young adjunct professor just asked me out for drinks…do you think he means like, lattes-drinks or DRANKS?
[text] I used think [he/she] was creepy as hell but now [he/she] is hot AF.
[text] Last night I went on a date with a fireman and he took me to his firehouse and I sat in the firetruck.
[text] I had a long vivid dream last night that was literally just about holding a baby.

you better listen to the cat

written by: @aeretria | M 

prompt: So my friend had an amazing status on fb and I couldn’t help but think of Bellarke: “I just realized that my cat’s paw can activate my phone’s touchscreen. Realistically, this means that at some point, somebody’s cat has swiped either left or right on Tinder. I’m not sure which is sadder: "I’m only hooking up with you because even my cat thinks I’m too single,” or “My cat wants to ensure that I’m ‪#‎forever‬ alone because he’s a possessive jerk” for @thisisajokeeee

word count: 2271

A/N: thanks to @dreamingundone for the quick read-through!

The truth was that Bellamy had no idea how he ended up with three cats before hitting twenty-seven.

Actually, scratch that. It began with Octavia yearning for a kitten years ago, when Bellamy was still struggling to make enough money to put food on the table, and it continued on for what felt forever until he gave in and got her a cat from the nearby shelter for her sixteenth birthday.

The reddish tabby cat in question, fittingly named Anne Bonny after her fiery temper and sharp skills with a sword, was now, ironically, living with Bellamy, much to his dismay. And that would have been fine if Octavia’s need to save homeless kittens had stopped at the age of sixteen.

Bellamy was fully supportive of feeding the stray cats but when that turned into actually living with them, taking them frequently to the vet and paying for their expenses, well, that was a completely different matter. He still had nightmares when Octavia brought in Sam Bellamy – she just loved naming the cats after pirates for some reason, and well, there was no way she would skip a pirate named Bellamy – whom they had mistakenly taken for a male ocicat cat, and it turned out that Sam was a very female, very pregnant cat. And Bellamy wasn’t heartless enough to turn away a pregnant mama no matter how much his wallet cringed. In the end, after many sleepless nights, of all the kittens he kept only one – a male with pale lavender coat, which he promptly named Vane to keep with the tradition.

After Vane though, Bellamy firmly put his foot down and no amount of pouting from Octavia could get him to change his mind. (He was, however, jealous of Lincoln’s – his sister’s boyfriend – cat allergy because having three pirate cats was exhausting.)

You’d think that after six years of looking after Anne Bonny he would know better than to leave his phone in clear sight, especially since the red devil was addicted to playing on the mouse game Octavia had installed from the app store. On more than one occasion the cat had dialed many of his friends in her hasty attempt to open the game.

So he shouldn’t have been surprised when he checked on his pitifully meowing cat only to see that his phone screen was lit. What did come as a surprise was the message that awaited him.

It’s a Match! You and Clarke have liked each other!

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for all the honest world to feel (trixya) (3/8) - dare

Adore popped the last bit of her french toast into her mouth. “You wanna get high and talk it out?” she said.

Brian stared at her.

She swallowed and shrugged. “I dunno. It works for me.”

(AN: sorry for the late update, i’ve been on vacation! However, this came out about twice as long as i meant for it to be, so hopefully that makes up for it? also i realized i haven’t said it before now but the title comes from “pancho and lefty” by townes van zandt, which was covered by trixie here. as usual, I (mainly) use “he” for brian&katya and “she” for adore. also, i’ve messed with a few timelines here and there because i’m lazy, and i’m not gonna apologize for that.

this week on “honest world”: more sadness. more bad jokes. stuff is stressful; brian and adore get high. brian and katya put some feelings on the table.) 

ch. 1 | ch. 2 |


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Year 2, Comic 3 - Meet the Frogs

Hey! Did you know you can like Check,Please! on Facebook? Yeah, I know, right? Another thing to follow/like/click on!! And what if I told you that the FB page is kinda sorta run by Johnson?? It’s great because my friends and relatives who don’t read the comic just assume there’s a wacky intern named Johnson who’s writing some of the posts.

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as many other sugar babies have shared before, i agree that there is waaaaay too much delusion 💅🏾🍷in the sugar bowl. i feel like most sb’s looooove to share and talk about the spoils 💎💰which is cool, or even some of the 😂😫 funny and or embarrassing parts of sugaring.

but i think the sugar bowl would be so much better and supportive if more babies were to share the not so pretty sides of sugaring. like the awful sex😷, the scrutiny,😞 the stares😳, and opinions of others out in public places. or even getting texts like these or having to submit information to a mans wife because you know she’s gone through his phone and has all of your naked pictures and is threatening to expose you.

this is the same woman/POT story that I shared about in a previous post who had added me on fb. she threatened to hire a PI. I ignored her initial threats and then shared with her husband so that HE could do damage control. He told me not to worry about it and that she had dropped the situation😒. however, as a woman, I KNEW that she had dropped it out loud, but not really. so a few weeks had passed and everything was fine again. but one morning i received a phone call from the POTs number which she had flubbed. she then proceeds to tell me how she knows everything about me and what i do. in a frenzy, i hang up on her. she DID hire a pi and knew where i lived, where i went to school, where i worked, and who my parents were.

the only gleaming light in this situation is that the wife ended up being extremely……decent. and even told me she met her husband while SHE herself was a sex worker and if i was ever in a real emergency to contact HER and SHE would help me so i wouldn’t “have to suck some mans dick for money” 😷. i’m thankful, because it could have been worse. this was def a nudge for me to steer clear of the married ones, even though you may not know sometimes. but if you DO KNOW (like i did), be mindful that AT ANY moment you could experience threats such as these and have your whole operation blown 🙄.

stimming Yuuri

Okay so I wanted to make a post about Yuuri and his stims. So I tried to gather so much information as I could. 

(Also little information fart; stimming is when a neurodiverse person (on autistic spectrum), makes repeating behaviour (like flapping hands, the most common). We often do stimming to distract ourselves (if in stressing situation) or to show happiness, enjoyment, excitement or sadness also (for boredom too). Stimming can be anything, staring at a picture where’s something moving or making like cool sound or such (aka stim videos and ASMR) or then just like doing some movement or repeating some word because it sounds funny, almost anything (it’s often unconscious). It makes you feel safer or just helps when trying to calm down. 

Anyway, let’s begin;

Originally posted by lemonvodkaandgummybears

1. I could say that Yuuri’s number one stimming (well not the biggest), is just scrolling down his instagram and just using his phone A LOT. 

Like he literally right away when he got off the ice in ep 1, we see him scrolling through news. He often uses his phone just to avoid socializing and to catch up with things, he also seems to communicate a lot with his friends and other people. But what made me curious was why didn’t we never see him, Yuuri, taking pics or posting in his instagram?? Like obviously in the anime it’s showing how much social media affects us and how much we find information from it. I feel that it’s the autism thing again. Often autistics like to follow media, but not just like be part of it, I guess. To me I often don’t know what I should post or then I feel embarrassing, that I would drag all the attention on myself if I would post something (the irony when making this, it takes a lot of confidence). I guess he’s shy or just doesn’t really care much (to me fb was mostly only to chat I never posted anything in my own fb so I guess it comes to that). 

2. Yuuri’s second, probably one of his unconscious ones, is watching Viktor skate. It’s right away shown when the epi 1 starts, he watches Viktor skate and his eyes light up. I know, many gonna say ‘well duuh he skates amazing!’. But that’s not it. The movements he makes, how he moves his body on the ice, for ND it’s like for a cat a cat toy. He wants to watch it because he finds it very beautiful, the appreciation goes to a whole new level. He’s the biggest fanboy of Viktor’s, since child and of course one of his favourite stims is to watch him to skate. 

You may notice it from when his other fans shout and yell, maybe comment how amazing and skillful he’s while watching his performance, that’s not what Yuuri does. He watches in silence. Doesn’t it seem odd?? Because he’s so focused, fascinated by Viktor’s movements. It can be that, he himself, is clumsy. So when ND, who may not have the best motor skills like NT (neurotypical aka non-autistic) would have, we find the smoothness of movement almost beyond belief. That’s to me at least.

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3. HANDS. He waves them all around. He probably likes to wave them a lot. Seems odd if he’s so not much body language-person and then suddenly his hands just seem to be all over. He often touches his face also, pushes his hair or just touches it, he often twiddles his fingers when nervous. 

In the scene when he went to see Yuko he seem like not knowing what to do with his hands.

Bonus: He even hit Minami at his back, because Viktor wanted Yuuri to ‘cheer’ him. As Yuuri doesn’t seem to have no idea how to cheer people, he just did what he has seen others do, hit the back of who they want to cheer, but Yuuri maybe hit too hard. 

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4. Onsen. Yuuri likes to be in the onsen (who wouldn’t). I think he likes to float in the water because it’s sensory paradise, many ND seems to find being in water as nice, since you kind of loose the clumsiness and can feel like a feather. Also that it’s his family business, so he can go to onsen so many times as he wants. 

But he doesn’t seem to like to be long in it, only a short time. Maybe he doesn’t want to over heat or just it feels uncomfortable. 

Originally posted by thekingdomofideas

5. Skating by himself. Why again, we wonder. Seems like here’s some pattern, right? Well if he obviously enjoys stimming by skating himself. He can put all the things he adores or enjoys in one big thing. He can move his hands so much as he wants, his whole body is focused on the skating and quads. It can be the thing, the circling movement what so many of us adores.

 I myself adore dancing, I never thought I could be good at it, since my motor skills suck. But oh boy when I got to dance on the floor in senior dances. I even lost in the moment, because I enjoyed of it so much.

 I think Yuuri has same thing with ice skating, he gets lost in the moment and so his body may start to work how he wants. 

It’s probably one of his biggest stims, he loves it and even when trying to stay away from ice, he only count when he can get back on ice again to get lost again in his mind. 

That’s all I could find now. I probably do more searching once the Christmas vacation starts. You can add too in the list if you want!

On Location Pt. 8 - Public Opinion

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Misha, Jared, Harper (Reader’s best friend and colleague)

Pairings: Reader x Jensen

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, smutish

Word Count: 1,700

Summary: Jensen asked the reader to be his girlfriend, to try things out. Will she say yes? It’s time to see what the public has to say about the teacher’s late night escapades.

A/N: Sorry this had to get a little political (ish). Being a teacher puts you in the limelight sometimes, especially if you have a wild streak. I have watched it happen over and over in my career. Sometimes for good reason, and sometimes for the most RIDICULOUS reasons ever. (kind of like this) So, I apologize if you think this chapter is boring. Hopefully you’ll love the next one! Also, I managed to work it out so that this works for @one-shots-supernatural Week 5 SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge. The line this week was, How about no?

Catch up with the first 7 parts Here

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Darren and Chris have a fight that ends when Darren storms out of their apartment in Brooklyn. Then Sandy hits. 

Little companion to my (old) story From Broadway to Brooklyn but can be read as a stand-alone.

“I don’t appreciate feeling like a freaking housewife from the 60s all the time!” Chris yelled. 

That wasn’t the reason they had started fighting, though, and they had already said a lot of things they shouldn’t have. And now, somehow, they had ended up here, fighting about vacuuming and laundry. 

“No one’s asking you to clean!” Darren yelled back. 

“Oh, you’d ask if you didn’t know I’d do it eventually anyway! This place would look like…”

“What, Chris? What would it look like if you just let go of control for once and let me take care of things? Cleaning is not brain surgery, I know how to use the washing machine!” 

“Then why don’t you? Ever? I’m just as busy as you and yet it’s always me who makes the effort of making our apartment livable. I’m sick of it, Darren! I’m not someone who’s willing to do everything just so you can sit on your ass! If you want someone like that then I suggest you go pick up one of your fans!” 

It came out in all the wrong ways but Chris didn’t even try to take it back. There was no use, it was said and there was some truth behind it. 

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Soooo, I met Thirty Seconds to Mars...

I thought I’d share my Adventures experience in Houston Sept 5 on here since I know y’all would appreciate it more than my fb friends who are lame and don’t care/understand. Reni couldn’t get a space for us at the venue so we met across the street at the Hyatt which was sooo much better cause it was really hot ‘n humid outside. We checked in and went into a conference room and the little AIW dude (Ander) had us sing songs while we waited for the guys. After forever, the guys came in and started the q&a part. We sang happy birthday to this little boy who asked a question and again later to Tomo. Some guy had an old school shirt on and Jared explained that the reason they switched the band name from the number 30 to the word was because people shorted the band’s name by calling them 30 and by switching it to the word they can now just say Mars. Another guy who asked a question was from Mexico and Jared asked if he brought guacamole and he was all like “god I LOVVVVVE guacamole”, he was being a total goofball. He took off his glasses and in a girl’s voice said “OH MY GODDDD, they really are the bluest blue eyes” or something like that. They were really happy too that there were a lot of guys at the M&G. Most of the questions were vyrt related and they said they might consider vyrting the Voodoo Fest show. Jared said Hollywood Bowl vyrt is gonna have tons of backstage footage as well as Linkin Park footage…AND Shannon WILL be doing a vyrt sometime “soon”! We got in line for the signing and they gave us a special LLFD poster with the butterfly, snake, wolf, and zebra on it because the bus with our merch broke down but it sucks cause now our stuff is gonna be mailed to us. Anyways Shannon was first and he doesn’t look at anyone’s poster, he looks right at you and looks for your name tag so he said “hi Patty” in THE sexist voice and I said “hi, you look really great btw” and I gave him 2 thumbs up and he gave me the most sincere look and smile and said thank you in a low voice almost like he knew I knew what everyone thinks he “may” be going through…at least that’s what I think, I’m in nooo way confirming anything at all. By the time all that happened my poster was already at the end of the line with Jared and I didn’t get to say anything to him or Tomo. I heard Jared say “heeeeeey Patty” and I was like thanks/bye really quick, so yeah everything literally happens in 5 seconds. There were these 2 little old ladies in front of me in the picture line and they were the cutest!! I so wanna be them when I’m their age :) When it was my turn I asked Shannon if we could hug and he grabbed me and I felt him wrap his leg up around me and and out of sheer instinct I put mine up on him too, haha. He lost his balance so he put it down and then he rubbed his face all over mine, the way he’s done it to Tomo and Jared. He totally caught me off guard so I’m pretty sure my face is gonna look weird in the pic, I can’t wait to see what was actually caught on camera. I didn’t even get to hug Jared cause I was still trying to process what had just happened lol. Before walking away tho I asked him what the answer to his coffee fact question he posted on Instagram earlier (about antioxidants) was and his face lit up and he got all excited and said “it’s a good one RIGHT?!!” I waited there on the side for my friend to take her pic and when they were done he leaned forward and asked “so which one do you think it is” and I said french press, and he was like “NOOOOOOO” then laughed super loud and winked. He DOES give the best hugs and he smelled sooooo good, just the right amount of cologne. And idk why everyone is flipping out over his weight. He looks perfectly fine in person, he’s not fat and he’s not skinny…IMO pictures never do anyone justice. This was my first AIW and it def won’t be my last. Some people need to stop bitching about the price and how you only get less than 2 minutes with them. Sure that’s true but YOU need to make the effort to interact with them and make the most out of your time. I saw so many people who didn’t even bother to do so and I’m sure those are the same type of people who complain. Yeah I kinda held up the line but in the end no one really cared, not the people in line behind me nor the band. During q&a I was nervous and looked away whenever Shannon would look right at me because I’m actually a really shy person but when I got up close to him, I was like hell no I’m not gonna be like that!! So I guess my point is don’t be shy and you’ll get your money’s worth. DON’T be like the angel stripper from the movie Can’t Hardly Wait who was in love with Scott Baio and choked when she met him ;)


I want to take a moment to tell you guys about something really important to me, because it is important to some people here on tumblr who have more than once helped brighten my day in more ways than one with their art, their wonderful personality, their infectious good spirits, and their inspiring love for one another.

A while back, when I was new to tumblr, I stumbled upon this blog called “Ask Kon-elle”, which I knew from my days as a fan of DC Comics’ original Young Justice series to be a feminine version of Kon-El, the Kryptonian name of Superboy (Superman’s teenage clone). Out of curiosity, I opened the page and did some exploring. And then some more. And then some more. And soon, I was smiling and heading to DeviantART to find more pictures by the artist, a wonderful person by the name of Glasmond.

After that, I began to follow more of Glas’ work. Her other ask blog, “Ask Human Pinkie Pie,” was frequented at times daily, if only just to hear the soundtrack she had for it. It was thanks to her that I now have a separate playlist for Electro-Swing on my iPod, filled to bursting with songs by Caravan Palace and Tape Five. Hell, if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t even know this genre of swing existed! For that, I am eternally grateful, as few types of music make me want to dance like an idiot and unwind without a care in the world like Electro-Swing :D.

Human Pinkie Pie was (and still is) one of my favorite blogs here on tumblr. Granted, some art is NSFW and not for everyone, but regardless, the majority of it there captures the spirit of a fun-loving, upbeat, energetic person, full of life and love who shares it willingly with others, and makes the world brighter all the while. Several times, when I was feeling down, I would go to this blog and just let the music work it’s way into me, reread some of Pinkie’s adventures, and just let the combination of the two wash away my troubles.

Through this blog, I found “Ask Human Appledash,” run by Glas’ friend Schpog. This blog had so many wonderful, heartwarming, heartwrenching, tearjerking, human moments with two of the best people in the Mane 6 as they came to terms with their feelings for one another, and realized just how important they are to each other. I laughed, I cried, I hoped, I smiled, I frowned, I giggled like an idiot with pure glee at the cuteness and happy moments. I love this blog so much. Schpog’s artwork, just like Glas’, really sells it, and her work outside of the askblog is nothing short of phenomenal.

I felt really bad when they and their friend MissCherry had to leave tumblr for a while because some low-life was making their online lives hell. I wanted nothing more than to give that guy a sound thrashing for being so self-centered and just plain mean to these wonderful people. Routinely, I would log in and check to see if they had come back, to see if the ask sections were open so I could ask them (and the humanized ponies) so fun questions that had been nagging at the back of my mind that wanted to be answered. I checked their artblogs and DeviantART places for new updates, waiting for something new that I could smile at. And, from time to time, it would happen.

So, why am I gushing about these two so much?

Simple, because right now, they need as much support as we can give them. They’ve given us so many fun moments and artwork that has lifted us up when we were down, so now it is our turn to show them just how much they mean to us in this time, when things seem dark and lonely.

MissCherry, this sweet, wonderful person, is currently in an induced coma because of a previous illness, on top of some other physical and psychological stress she’s been under over the course of the past six months. It had gotten so bad that several of her organs had shut down by the time they had to put her in this state. Poor Glas didn’t even get to be there when she went under, and as you can guess, that’s something that’s weighting heavily on her soul right now,

And yet, she doesn’t want to give up on hope.

And neither should we. That’s why #prayformisscherry exists, here on tumblr, on FB, and on Twitter too. So that we can join together in creating positivity, sharing hope, uplifting one another in this time, and keeping the people closest to Miss Cherry in good spirits in their hour of need. If you guys create, be it art, words, music, videos, or whatever, see if you can draw something up for them to make them smile and remember they can pull through. If you dont’ view yourself as such, write a text post, find a motivational quote and post it with a smalle blurb about this, and send it out into the ‘net with the hashtag “#prayformisscherry” attatched, so that they know people out there care about them, about Miss Cherry, and that they aren’t going through this alone.

Let’s all make as many positive things as possible, so that Miss Cherry can see them all when she wakes up. :’)

My Way

I posted this on FB, but it is very important and I wanted to share it with everyone

This morning, I was out photographing to try and get some photos of the snow before it melted…744 pictures to be exact. While photographing, I ran into a man who was nice enough in his own right, but felt the need to try and tell me how to take photos and attempt to impress me by his technical knowledge. This happens more often than you’d think. I have no idea how frequently it happens to anyone else, but I wanted to say a few words about it because I know there are some fellow artists that follow my work. Although it may be all over the place, I feel it is important to get this message across.

Unless you are specifically asking for help or suggestions, don’t listen to what some dingdong tells you to do about creating art. It doesn’t matter if it is photography, painting, or what ever else you create - follow your own heart and vision. Just because some stranger comes along and out of nowhere tries to tell you that you are doing something wrong doesn’t make it so. There isn’t a right way or a wrong way to create - only your way. Of course, it is important to learn the basics at some level and there is nothing wrong with learning new techniques and methods because it especially important to grow, but that growth and fire should first come from within. Every time you create you should try improving upon the last time. You do that to improve for yourself, not for others. Make your art your own.

Art is a lot about reflecting what is inside your heart, and mind. You can tell when someone creates from the heart. I have seen people get carried away where they need the latest and the best equipment yet that means nothing when they are just taking empty photographs, or painting empty canvases. These types of people apply their knowledge, but have no vision. That can’t be taught in a book. I never took a single class, or went to school for photography. I am NOT saying it is wrong to learn that way, but what I am saying it is important to learn YOUR way. To express YOUR feelings, or thoughts through art.

Again, Create the way you like, not the way someone else likes. That can’t be stressed enough here. Not everyone has to understand or enjoy what you are creating, and you don’t have to understand or enjoy everyone else’s work either, and that is also OK. If you are creating only to try and impress others, like some of these people I run into then you aren’t really creating in the first place. Recognition is nice of course, and although I am most certainly very grateful for your support - I would still be taking photos and creating even if none of you stood behind me.

Maybe I look like I don’t know what I am doing and I admit, I am not anywhere near a technical person when it comes to equipment or photography, but it is OK not to be. Jimi Hendrix played the guitar backwards, so by the logic of a naysayer - he shouldn’t have been able to create the music that he did. Do not listen to toxic people you encounter in all walks of life who try to bring you down about what you are creating. These types of people just want to bring you down. Don’t let them. Keep creating. I made this post because it worries me how many people could get discouraged from people like this. People like I mentioned touch a nerve with me. Not for my personal work but for what they do to others. This post is especially important for children because so many children get discouraged from art before they are even able to learn how to explore their creative side.

That being said about children, it is actually one of my goals - to teach children photography classes. Not traditional technical classes but just getting them out there photographing. One day.

TL;DR: Don’t listen to people who try to put you down for not doing things their way.


DAY 3043

Jalsa, Mumbai                  July 30/31,  2016                 Sat/Sun  12:33 am

No birthdays to commemorate and no pictures that may tell a story .. today its just a few words and fewer impressions to give … these are times that may require a great deal of patience and thinking in what content should go out ..

I have a request. There are many Ef that possess my email ID and often write to me there. You know, it becomes very difficult to respond to different platforms, simultaneously, for the number of Ef that come on board ..

So a humble request, just put all that needs to be said on the Blog or Twitter of Fb and I shall get to see it .. if all want personal attention on sms and all other platforms it shall be humanly impossible … I would have to be sitting doing just that the entire day, hence the request ..

The time statistics that were mentioned in one of the previous Blogs and incessantly questioned by Ef on visit, went through a change to day .. what was to on average be in the range of 10 minutes and was last time indicated by me to have 58 mins .. reversed today .. 10 mins was 10 mins .. HAPPY !!

Some of the art work being done by the Ef is quite astonishing and I often wonder where on earth do you find the time for all this .. 

How … ? how do you do all this ..? and this is just a very small reference … there are tons of them .. but …. thank you all the effort and the patience to make them ..

( and for those who made images and do not find them up here, kindly do not complain because it is difficult to search each one and give them credit )


Amitabh Bachchan

Report for Nein's pre-concert and concert. Saturday, 25th of April 2015 in NHK Hall

Finally got time to finish this, with some works out of the way and concert spoilers are already everywhere. 

Made a promise for this detailed report, so here they are. They originally started as live tweet report after concert at my twitter, but since I fear my report will be getting slightly out of hand, I decided to compile them in a post instead, with pics and what not. Well, enjoy!

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Audree goes to DallasCon (plot twist) and survives!

I’ve actually felt really overwhelmed about starting this all morning like… to the degree that I’ve ignored it. I have no idea why, but right now as I’m typing my eyes are welling up so… I guess I was trying to keep myself from crying in front of my students during study hall???? Hahahahah.

No, I’m super tired. I slept mayyyyyybe 3 hours Saturday night and obviously not much last night, and now I’m at work. So I’m emotional but also I’m just exhausted and barely holding it together, but I’m happy as I can possibly be, so even just running on fumes is A OKAY WITH ME CONSIDERING! (I keep staring at my photos and smiling like an IDIOT you’d think I was like… in love or something????)

So below the cut is a recap of the con day by day with pictures, keysmashing, and capslock. Prepare your eyes. I think I may do a voice memo recap this week, too, if I get a chance. (Today is a no go for that because I can barely speak, haha.)

SIDENOTE: I asked my dad if he saw my pics on FB and he goes “Yeah who was that big tall movie star?” and I laughed idk it was just really cute. 

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how to sabotage yourself

People say that time heals everything, but it doesn’t. It heals some things, and it helps you forget others, but it messes a lot of things up when you let too much of it pass by you. 

I was best friends with a girl for a big chunk of youth. We met through a mutual friend in high school (who was no longer our friend) and instantly clicked. We would carpool to uni together, hang out on the weekends, be there for one another when times were rough, were band mates in our awful garage band, started (and quit) smoking together, shared the same obscure music tastes, and became nurses together. We had our rough patches from people instigating, as well as from our lack of maturity at that age, but we were thick as thieves. I was her ride or die, and she was mine. 

About 5 years ago I finally broke. The pressure from anxiety, depression, and incredibly low self esteem got the better of me, as it had done before when I was 16. I shut down, ended the already crumbling relationship I was in, stopped returning my friends’ texts and calls, and even stopped calling my parents (unless they were calling me to check in because they hadn’t heard from me in a week). I even got a 10-page letter from my mom basically giving me an ultimatum to get help–that’s how bad it was. (side note, I did get help but it unfortunately didn’t help much.) I laid around in bed and freaked out on my days off, and when I went to work in the ICU I had to suppress the desire to scream and put a smile on like I wasn’t dying inside. At least I had patients to focus on, and their problems were worse than mine.

My friend, my very best of friends, knew my history of depression/anxiety/harm and tried many (unsuccessful) times to see me or get me out of the house. I would tell her, yeah, sure, and then bail on her the morning we were supposed to hang out. Like any normal person would, she got sick of it and the texts stopped slowly until there was nothing. We were friends on Facebook, but that’s it. No “Happy Birthday” or “Merry Christmas” from either of us to the other. She went through a lot of drama which isn’t something to talk about here, and I wasn’t there for her when it happened. I went through some as well, and she wasn’t there for it, and I doubt she even knows it happened.

I see her post on Facebook still, see her post pictures, see her happy with the way her life is currently going (or as happy as she wants FB to believe). I’ll like her statuses, or say the cliche “awesome” and “congrats!” every now and then. I see her life digitalized before me, but I don’t know her anymore, and she doesn’t know me either. She tried, bless her heart, a few years ago to reach out to me with FB messenger and ask for my Skype and all that. And what did I do? Not respond, of course. Heaven forbid I do something that doesn’t make things worse for me.

A few weeks ago, I reached out to her. I’m leaving California soon and wanted to see her again because I don’t know when I’d have another chance. I sent her a series of “tl;dr” messages about how much she meant to me, how she’s the reason I became a nurse, how she was always there for me as a teen, how I miss seeing her all the time, how sorry I am that we drifted apart and how I take blame for it. I told her if we could have drinks or something before I head across the country that it would mean the world to me (cuz really, it would!)

The heartbreak sets in at some point though, when I realize she doesn’t really want to have a friendship with me past the superficial white & blue borders of Facebook. Message read 15 days ago, no reply.

I’ve spent the last few hours going through thousands of pictures and 10 years worth of photos, all for it to come to this end. Please keep your dear friends close to you, and don’t let your depression drag you away from them. I don’t want anyone else to make the mistakes I have made.