1- Name/Nicknames? My real name is that of one of Shakespeare’s most well-known lady characters (and it’s amazing how many people think I never heard corny jokes about my name ever before *insert eye roll here*). Though around these parts (okay, Tumblr), I’ve picked up the nickname Susie (I wonder why…)
2- Height? 5′5″
3- Hogwarts House? Slytherin
4- Last Thing Googled? Logo for an alcohol brand as I’m making signs for drink specials at the bar.
5- A fictional character I’d like as a sibling? I’d like to have Tina Belcher as a younger sister because she reminds me so much of a younger me that I’d like to encourage.
6- How many blankets do I sleep with? Usually at least two with the addition of several more in the winter…provided we’re having an actual winter.
7- Favourite artist/band? Oh that’s nearly impossible to choose. Even a top ten list is tricky because it tends to shift a bit with my mood.
8- How many blogs do I follow? 100…not by design, but the Virgo in me is delighted by that.
9- What do I usually post about? RIPPER STREET…..writing, books, The X-Files, film/horror, occasional other general things about life/the things I’m working/slightly vague things about my work, and more RIPPER STREET.
10- Do you get asks regularly? Not usually, but always feel free to have at it.
11- What’s your Aesthetic? Eternally busy writer/media maker who seeks solace/relaxation in staring at pictures of the Ripper cast on Tumblr. Also, loves cats.
12- Tag 20 followers I’ll be super low pressure and invite anyone who has done this to have at it.
Why are people so mean in Overwatch? Like I was playing Junkenstein’s Revenge, and these guys are like “Ugh what a scrub Ana.” Like why?? This isn’t ranked it’s just for fun. Plus I don’t see any of you picking healer, because y'all know damn well Ana is one the hardest healers to play on console. Luckily the next time I played I got to play with a really nice McCree. But ugh.. I hate nasty dudes with attitude.
It’s not simple to say, That most days I don’t recognize me That these shoes and this apron, That place and its patrons Have taken more than I gave them, It’s not easy to know I’m not anything like I used to be, Although it’s true I was never attention’s sweet center, I still remember that girl