I have these Native American reenactments in the summer, okay. We dress in authentic Native garb and go teach about our culture and whatnot at historical events. There’s this one on a weekend that housed all reenactors from Ancient Greece to World War II–you can walk through a timeline of living history. It’s cool.
So there are these guys in a tent on the far hill called the Scottish Highlanders. They bring about two to five people to their thing per year. They do all the good medieval Scottish jazz. Kilts, weapons, challenging you to fights.
But theres this one guy that is there every time. I always go visit to hear him give in depth talks about Scottish Reavers and their malitia and weaponry and stuff. He’s fun, so I go talk to him and he’s asking about what school I’m going to, what I want to do, etc.
So I tell him I want to be a history teacher and I like to write. He asks me if I have anything published, and I say no, thinking he means an actual book. But he waves me off and asks, “No, online. Have you ever heard of Fanfiction.net?”
Let me explain a thing. This guy. Is well over six feet. His biceps are bigger than my head, he’s about 45 years old, he has the thickest Scottish accent you’ve ever witnessed, he can wave two axes around like nobody’s business, he usually resolves friendly arguments with full on battle in armor with real weaponry with the scars to prove it, and he kind of has a biker gang.
And this guy starts telling me about the 700 page Doctor Who fanfiction that he’s been writing for six years and still running.
Shamelessly continues to explain how he gets together with his badass biker buddies and they ride to his house with bottles of Jack Daniels and talk about the next fanfiction that they’re going to write together. (More Doctor Who, Xena Warrior Princess, Agents of Shield, Lord of the Rings…) They dare each other to write crossovers for interesting character interaction. This guy raves with excitement over character development and analysis.
I saw your post about Christian Borle's wig falling off during the Tony performance, but what if they perform "The Baseball Game" and when Marvin tells Whizzer "move in front of me, I wanna see the bald spot" Andrew just rips off that wig
Me explaining what "sinking like a stone" means to one of my students today. She is eight.
So, when you throw a rock into a pond it sinks very fast right to the bottom, doesn't it? Whereas if you have a leaf or a feather, it would float, or sink much more slowly than a rock would, right? So if something is sinking like a stone, it means it's going down really fast, like a rock would in a lake. You get it?
8 year old, completely serious:
Yeah, or like if you throw a whole chicken.
I went to kxk thread in OH i wanted 2 c their reaction & the entire thing is filled with edits & I just don't understand these ppl. They have this passion for a ship that has like 3 legit moments together 2 of them being photoshoots. Then I realized SM sold it well. "They were friends for 10 yrs" etc like a high school romance. But even then I cannot ship a couple this hard with 3 moments I need more, i get kd shippers passion for kd I really don't get kxk shippers passion over edits.
Honestly? I don’t get it either. Why are people even talking about KxK or KD? KRYSOO IS THE RELATIONSHIP THAT’S REAL.
I’m 100% serious right now just like this real selfie of them
I’m so done with y’all.
How can you ignore them?
What do you mean it’s not Ksoo? Y’all blind
Just look at her smile. That’s how she smiles at her bf Ksoo.
It’s LOVE. How can you ship them with other people? Stop fetishizing them!
And the two of them going on date. Look how good they look together!
They are just perfect together.
Do you see those genuine smiles?
Wow… just wow. #relationshipgoals
What do you mean that doesn’t proof anything?! I just showed you photos of them together! Well, alright. Here’s some more!
Krys making sure her bf is not flirting with other girls.
And this. THIS. I bet Krys learned that from Ksoo.
What makes me laugh is, you know what type of person someone is by whether they favor Eric or Dylan. And everyone does, often subconsciously.
People who favor Dylan have suffered depression or currently are, able to connect with his feelings of loneliness and despair because those were the emotions he wrote about. They probably dream of love the same he did.
The people who favor Eric have depression or used to, just the same, but probably not as badly as their counterparts. They don’t connect with Eric’s sadness, they connect with the anger, hate, the teenage angst and lust.
In the end though…everyone forgets they weren’t one dimensional characters in a movie or book. But they don’t mean too. No one does.
We forget Dylan had Wrath on his t-shirt, we forget he helped make the pipe bombs and that he killed people as brutally as Eric did. We also forget Eric’s self-harm (via autopsy reports) and his feelings of regret towards his family, especially his mother. And I we remember these things, we forget to mix them into the whole person they were.
They were boys, murderers, depressed teens, guys who spent way too much time playing video games, lonely kids, horny little fucks before pornhub, kids who never really had the chance to grow up.
And don’t even fucking try to tell me that I don’t miss you. Don’t even think you have or deserve the audacity to do that. You can’t make me fall in love with you and then decide that I don’t miss you. That isn’t how this works. Because I miss you with every inch of my being. All I do anymore is miss you. I miss your smell and your fingers and your laugh. I miss how you would make fun of me and all of our inside jokes, our conversations about the universe and our place in the world. I miss my best friend. And you most certainly don’t get to try to tell me otherwise.