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Was it a risk to cast someone so well known, and yet such an unknown quantity? ‘It didn’t feel risky at all,’ says Emma, 'because he auditioned the same way everyone else did. Over the course of days of coming back to audition, giving it his best, Harry was absolutely right for the part, and it didn’t feel any more a risk casting him than it did casting anyone else.’ Emma appreciates that his fame may get in the way for some: 'there’s always the risk that people can’t get past the persona, but the truth is he’s a great actor. I think when you watch him in the movie he utterly sucks you in. He’s not Harry Styles anymore, in the same way that Fionn isn’t Fionn Whitehead–he’s Tommy’
I adore the way fan fiction writers engage with and critique source texts, by manipulating them and breaking their rules. Some of it is straight-up homage, but a lot of [fan fiction] is really aggressive towards the source text. One tends to think of it as written by total fanboys and fangirls as a kind of worshipful act, but a lot of times you’ll read these stories and it’ll be like ‘What if Star Trek had an openly gay character on the bridge?’ And of course the point is that they don’t, and they wouldn’t, because they don’t have the balls, or they are beholden to their advertisers, or whatever. There’s a powerful critique, almost punk-like anger, being expressed there—which I find fascinating and interesting and cool.
—  Lev Grossman

Holly crap, could I be asexual? For something I hadn’t even known existed before that day, it was making a big change in my view of the world. Maybe I wouldn’t ever be obliged to have sex with another person in order to make them stay with me. The thought was freeing: I wouldn’t have to pretend. It was just a matter of finding someone else who understood.

We awaken (Calista Lynne)

Surely we cannot be the only ones awake, even if we are the only ones with a single lamp lit. No, we cannot be alone! Thousands more must be staring into darkness like us, gripped by scandalous thoughts, extravagant hopes, and forbidden plots. We lie in wait for the right moment and the just cause, which, at this moment, is simply wanting to live.
—  Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Sympathizer

Here is a bit more, ke ke. (WIP)

(I even tried to write a bit more, especially for this drawing/scene, uff)

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Honestly I feel like I’m missing out on a big part of what “friendship” is and sometimes I feel so empty because of it. I don’t hang out with people one-on-one, I don’t do sleepovers. The idea of going on holiday with a friend- or friends in a group- seems impossible to me. Why? Cause all these things make me uncomfortable. When I hang out with friends alone I, quite frankly, want to leave/for them to leave as soon as possible. I don’t really know why? It’s not an introvert thing I don’t think- it’s not because I need to recharge or anything like that, I just don’t wanna do it. I don’t get the same feeling in groups- I fucking love meeting up with my friends in groups and don’t like that time ending. But as soon as it’s one-on-one, or hell two-on-one, I suddenly get very uncomfortable.

I feel like I’m missing out.