Hi :) My name is Xenia. I enjoy to talk with people all around the world. I’m absolutely tolerant person, so if you’re too, I’ll be happy to speak with you. I have a lot of interests! I’m creative person. I love music and photography. I study in the university and I enjoy it. Also, I’m ballroom dancer. In free time I love to read, draw, walk, take photos, etc. In music I prefer pop music, but I can listening all of music styles. In movie I have not preferences, but I don’t like horror movies. I love charity. I love to support people. Also, I’m writer a little bit :) So, I enjoy big letters or messages. I’m open minded, honest and talkative :) P.S. English is foreign language for me.
Preferences: I would talk only with tolerant people. Age: 18-29. Sexual orientation, interests, religion, nationality don’t matter. I believe every person is beautiful. I like all ethnicities, all skin colors, all cultures. I’d be happy to talk with anyone.
edit 2: this is a post about bipolar disorder, made by me, an artist with bipolar disorder, strictly for other people with bipolar disorder. stop tagging it for unipolar depression, anxiety, bpd, psychosis, or anything else (those are just the most used tags on this) because it’s not about those. even if you think you can relate, tagging this as anything other than bipolar disorder is stripping my meaning away from my work, and invalidating my feelings as a mentally ill person AND an artist. stop doing that.
edit 3: do NOT put this on gore/guro blogs. thanks.
Horror film concept: Dude (outwardly respectable and married with children) trolls and stalks a girl on the internet with sexist, horrible remarks. Thinks nothing of it. It’s just some fun. Gets on with his life. Then it turns out she’s a chainsaw-wielding manic who will absolutely track him down and destroy his life.
Not kidding, I wrote a script like that once. For a class project.
Based on an anecdote my friend told me about her shock at discovering she was being stalked online by, well, a NORMAL family man. With two daughters. (She wasn’t a psycho, though. She was just, eh, quite scared of him.)
It was Kill Bill meets Clerks.
But as my screenwriter teacher pointed: “Well, Sharon, it’s low-budget. Which works and is feasible. But it’s too dark for American audiences, obviously. I think most people would just end up feeling bad for the main guy. He’d be the hero.”
Piper and Annabeth talking and the topic of their boys cooking comes up and pipers like “yah Jason’s pretty hot when he cooks” and Annabeth has flashbacks to Percy wearing a revolting blue apron and those ugly fish oven mitts and she’s just like “Percy’s can be hot sometimes I guess”
Finally a new DAV fic! Sorry for the long wait, everyone. (If you want to read the whole series, the best place to do so is on AO3.)
This one begins very shortly after Trophies, but covers a span of several months during Anakin’s wild bantha chase for the location of the Rebel base between ANH and ESB. It will be a two-parter, as well: the next part will be from Leia’s point of view.
In part one you get: Anakin building a lightsaber and definitely not having any conflicted thoughts about Obi-Wan Kenobi, or any parental feelings about Leia. Nope. None at all. Also we get a glimpse of the secret network of free droids within the Imperial ranks. And there’s a lot of Tatooine folk magic. (If Master Obi-Wan could see this, he’d be very grumpy indeed.)
Title is taken from Deb Talan’s song of the same name, which is basically the Anakin and Leia theme song for this ‘verse.
Warnings for: some body horror (mainly because Anakin has a morbid sense of humor), implied abuse, medical situations, burning, and…casual talk about murder?
Part 1: The
His new left hand was nearly identical to the old one.
Anakin smiled to himself without any real humor as he tested the fingers. He
wondered darkly if his Master had a store of such things somewhere, just
waiting. He’d certainly been ready enough with the life support suit, all those