I was tagged by @undercutsquad! (Tumblr are you lost why won’t you link that.)

name: Mel

nickname: Meru, Mely, various other things depending on individual and circumstance (I will respond to basically anything so long as it is pre-established and not done with ill will)

birthday: June 17

gender: agender (I’ve been pondering they/them, but I’m not too bothered by whatever)

height: 5′3″

sexual orientation: asexual and panromantic

favourite colour: dark reds, generally

time right now: 12:31 a.m. a.k.a. ten past Ples

average amount of sleep: Uh, I think 5 hours sorta-lately? And more-lately, I’ve been leaning toward ~12 on days I don’t have work aha ha…ha…

lucky number: Not sure I have one but I’m keen on 13.

last thing i googled: “time est” (I was not yet awake enough to math timezones)

word that comes to mind: transmit (buzz buzz buzz)

happy place: my room, preferrably dark

celebrity crush: Oh geeze I dunno if I even have any right now? I have mild lingering things, but it’s generally character crushes, not celebrity ones. (There are some really rad celebs out there though, great people an’ all that.)

favourite book: Strangeness In the Proportion (If I’m honest I…actually haven’t read it yet, BUT it’s Scriv’s only full-on novel so far and honestly he could rewrite the phone book and it’d make my brain bubble with joy.)

favourite band/artist: STEAM POWERED GIRAFFE (I haven’t hated any of their songs and there are only, like, three of them (out of ~70 or so that they’ve done so far, not counting live versions) that I feel solidly “meh” about. I either like, love, or CRAZY ADORE nearly everything they’ve done. Plus they art and mime and webcomic and act and run their own company and ARE JUST SO DAMN TALENTED AND GREAT PEOPLE?)

last film i watched: Umm……yeah no I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen anything since Mad Max: Fury Road. (MY COPY’S NOT GONNA GET HERE FOR A WEEK I NEED IT SO BAD.)

dream trip: …Nnnnot…going on a trip? I’m not super keen on going places or traveling. Hanging out with friends is shiny, but I can’t think of any particular places I have any real desire to visit.

dream job: Similarly, don’t really have a specific job I want (beyond “I don’t have to do anything, I just get enough money to live on and help friends so I can do what I want erryday”). I suppose art-ing as a job would be neat, if I could work quickly enough to warrant being employed for it (I don’t know how the ladies I’m working with right now can stand my slowness but they do and are ridiculously nice and I can’t tell if this is anxiety or a legit concern), and didn’t end up resenting its absence having to do it all the time instead of just doing it when I wanted to. Dunno what I’d specifically want to do, though.

I…generally don’t like tagging people, because a lot of people don’t like chain things and the pressure they come with? So, absolutely none of you are obligated to do this in the slightest. But, if you want to… moonkist-photography​ (it’ll let me tag this but not your main what the hell), superneutrality​, hairspring​, scrivnomancer​, incarnadine-embrace​.


Family Happiness

Long winding Canadian highways
Innumerable evergreens
Weather forecast on the AM radio
Says we’ll be expecting highs in the low teens
When I mouth my silent curses at you
I can see my breath
I hope the stars don’t even come out tonight
I hope we both freeze to death
Look at the person I’ve turned into
Tell me how do you like him now
No standards of any kind to break, no creeds to disavow
I am right here where you want me
Do what you brought me out here for
You can arm me to the teeth
You can’t make me go to war

from The Coroner’s Gambit (2000)

“This is a song about, uh, as several of my songs are, about a couple of people in a car. They have a, they have a third sort of person in the car, but it’s more a ghostly sort of energy force, right, so it’s not actually a person, but it’s a sort of person they’ve conspired to make who sits behind them at all times and tells them that the only way either of them will get out of this alive is to eat the other one, right. And, and the name of the ghostly energy force is ‘Bob’, and he rides in the back seat.”

- 2011-04-05 - The Vic Theatre - Chicago, IL

This song was suggested by gums.

Suggest songs here.


Fic Recs: You Show Me Yours by endingthemes:(~11k)

When Erik receives nudes in the middle of the night from an unknown number, he’s confused and mildly amused. He doesn’t expect it to turn into an actual conversation…with feelings.

As if that’s not baffling enough, his friend’s brother ends up crashing at his place, further complicating everything.

Comments: Amazing, incredibly sweet, wonderfully written fic, please kudo this to outer space. It’s in Erik’s pov, but you can see Charles pining - both of them pine like the idiots they usually are , and there are misunderstandings and texting sass and all that jazz of a good fluffy rom com. I have reread this at least three times