Variety (June 2016) | Limited Series Actors and Actress Portraits ↳ Sarah Paulson
“I don’t feel a sense of relaxation, even now. I wonder if some of that has to do with the success coming later, that there’s almost that feeling of like it took so long, each thing felt like this kind of big climb. Now I feel like I worked hard to get there, and I’m really afraid that at any moment it’s all going to go away.”
me not defining my sexual orientation right now is the whole basis of what i’m about. if you don’t get it, i don’t have time for you. there’s acceptance that’s become really rampant and cool. you don’t have to immediately know how to define yourself. i had to have some answers about who i was. i felt this weird responsibility, because i didn’t want to seem fearful. but nothing seemed appropriate. so I was like “fuck, how do i define that?”. i’m not going to.
this idea has been floating in my head for awhile but bugging me all day while i was working… it’s NSFW so this drabble will be under the ‘keep reading’ and because i wrote this in tumblr.. i didn’t bother editing it
x___x; Idk how I suddenly went a little more….mmmm…deep? Something like that. But to be honest, I do feel Dazai is the kind of lover/significant other who would be more gentle and more affectionate - I mean, if you guys read some of my Dazai x Reader fics, I do portray him a little like that.
That and I think I may have gotten a tad carried away with Dazai XD; Welp! I’m already planning to do more of these. Took a little while with this one because chores, then tried to construct the words properly and all.
I hope, for some or most of you, Dazai lovers or not, you’ll find these helpful and brighten your days ahead.
I saw @grown-up-frisk’s request to noinaedamiiz and since I already felt compelled to draw, I decided to do it too, even if I wasn’t asked. Lol. I hope it isn’t a problem; I felt like making some art for Ryu anyway, so I decided to combine things and… yeah.
I hope you’re fine with it and you like it.
EDIT: Drawing on an iPad with only my fingers HURT
“When I was dating a guy, I would never talk about my relationships to anyone. I feel the same way now. I’m not hiding shit. And I’m very obviously… There’s acceptance that’s become really rampant and cool. You don’t have to immediately know how to define yourself. I had to have some answer about who I was. I felt this weird responsibility, because I didn’t want to seem fearful. But nothing seemed appropriate. So I was like, ‘F—k, how do I define that?’ I’m not going to. Plus, I didn’t want to f—k with other people. I didn’t want to be this example: It’s so easy. I don’t want it to seem like it was stupid for them to have a hard time. I find the movement [LGBT] that’s occurring to be so important, that I want to be part of it. Me not defining it right now is the whole basis of what I’m about. If you don’t get it, I don’t have time for you.”
“I feel healthy, I feel happy. Back then  I felt an emptiness inside of me, and I reached for so many things—a person, a substance, a behavior—to fill that void. And now there’s not a void anymore. The void is filled by me taking care of myself… Getting sober was difficult. I went into rehab, I came out, and I didn’t stay sober. I still had issues occasionally. Now some days it’s difficult; some days it’s easy. But I like to focus on what I’m doing now, which is giving back”. —
Demi Lovato for Glamour Magazine
Often there’s this idea that people become overnight successes – it’s funny being on the other side of that, because you just feel like you’re a jobbing actor, and it’s all very gradual. Certainly for some people that’s the case, they do one film at the beginning of their career and they’re skyrocketed into a catastrophic level of fame. But I felt lucky in that my ascent has been quite gradual. I don’t think I would have been comfortable with handling a certain level of success at a young age. It was really important for me to build a career. Because in an ideal world it is something I’ll be doing until I’m much older. I’ve always just wanted to do interesting projects, and make sure that the character was different from the last, and the scripts were always good. There’s really no way of predicting it, you just have to enjoy each job and take what you can from it and whatever happens, happens, I think!
So I posted Chapter Six of this story yesterday, but it just wasn’t sitting right with me. It felt rushed, and not like my best work. So I went back today and edited out some really simple mechanic things like typos. But I also added some more content that I think gives a better insight to what is going on in Alex’s mind in this chapter. I also think the changes I made just help the chapter flow better. If you choose not to read the edited version, you will have no trouble moving onto the next chapter regardless, because I didn’t take out or add any details that would cause confusion, but I do think this version of the chapter is better. And I would appreciate it if you read this edited version of the chapter to understand how I really wanted it to feel and read. I will be deleting the original version of this chapter anyways.
As always, TW: alcoholism
The NCPD bullpen was bustling with
action as every available officer had been called in to help hunt down the
Luthor women. Maggie, who had been the lead detective on the case, was heading
up the effort to find them. She charged around the office organizing searches
and giving orders to her junior officers. She wanted this to go down right,
with no casualties, and she had to make sure every detail was accounted for.
She stopped moving for a moment,
the first time she’d been able to since she was called into the station.
Sucking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes. As hard as she was trying to
focus on the task at hand, she couldn’t help but bring her mind back to Alex.
Maggie was desperately hoping that Alex had done as she’d asked her to, and sat
tonight out. She briefly entertained the idea of calling Alex, checking on her,
but she wasn’t sure Alex wanted to hear from her right now.
Maggie was about to grab her
police jacket, an oversized windbreaker that tended to swallow her a little
bit, and hit the streets herself. She needed to be out in the thick of it, or
else she would just feel useless. Maggie Sawyer did not belong behind a desk. And
if she stayed here she knew she would keep obsessing over Alex. At least on the
streets she could distract herself. She picked the jacket up off the back of
her chair, but stopped in her tracks when she looked up and saw someone
standing in her path.
“Kara? What are you doing here?”
She asked in surprise.
“When I was dating a guy, I would never talk about my
anyone. I feel the same way now. I’m not hiding shit. And I’m very
obviously… There’s acceptance that’s become really rampant and cool. You
don’t have to immediately know how to define yourself. I had to have
some answer about who I was. I felt this weird
responsibility, because I didn’t want to seem fearful. But nothing
seemed appropriate. So I was like, ‘F—k, how do I define that?’ I’m not
going to. Plus, I didn’t want to f—k with other people. I didn’t want
to be this example: It’s so easy. I don’t want it to seem like it was
stupid for them to have a hard time. I find
the movement [LGBT] that’s occurring to be so important, that I want to
of it. Me not defining it right now is the whole
basis of what I’m about. If you don’t get it, I don’t have
time for you.”
This is not how it ends. I will not be a footnote to history. I will never be the woman who was Thor for five days and then fell. This is not how I die. I am Thor, goddess of thunder. And no matter what happens today, I know this is not the end of my story. My true story hasn’t even started yet. But it’s about to.