if real adulthood means drinking your coffee black i don’t think i’ll ever get there



Castle Screencap Meme: One quote from the show [1/1]

One of the best lines in the series.



Castle Screencap Meme: One quote from the show [1/1]

One of the best lines in the series.

"Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope."

"But, Dad, don’t we eat the antelope?" 

Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connnected in the great circle of life.”

Swift-Footed, Ox-Eyed, Epithet-Using


Today, for Throwback Thursday, I will be looking back to the days when fandom thrived on essays and critique and deep writerly thoughts.  Let’s get meta.

I… read a lot of fic.  More fic than I really have time for.  More fic than I will easily admit to.  But I don’t finish a lot of fic, because I click away out of annoyance a good half the time.  If you asked me what turns me off a fic, right after won’t someone please think of the commas, I would have to point to – the epithet.

When a writer starts referring to a character by profession or by description rather than name, I’m pretty much done.

Although epithets aren’t reserved for femslash, I suspect we (and boyslash) get more of our fair share because of the pronoun issue: we get caught up in the potential confusions of ‘she’ and ‘her,’ and we try to avoid the repetition of using only the characters’ names (which is, frankly, both more invisible to and yet more evocative for the reader).  I primarily read and currently only write in Warehouse 13 – hence the tagging/examples – but I’ve definitely seen this issue in OUAT (the mayor, the sheriff, the blonde, the brunette, the queen, the princess, the older woman, the younger woman…) and Rizzoli and Isles (the cop, the tomboy, the Italian, the whip-thin woman; the doc, the ME, the caramel-honey-blonde (!), the socially-inept doctor), as well as pretty much every femslash fandom ever.  I bet we could come up with a list of common epithets in under a minute for any fandom you care to name (as Arduinna did years ago).  Given that googling ‘writing + epithets’ basically brings up years of “don’t do this!” posts from mainly-boyslash fandoms, I feel confident in saying that it is not a new problem.  Will this post make a difference?  Who knows.  Do I feel better for writing something I can point people to when they ask?  Kinda, yeah.

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My thoughts exactly. That movie was hard to watch because of that, but I watched it because of Carly Pope and that reason only.

I’ve had it stowed on my hard drive for like a whole year and still haven’t watched it. Like, I have no problem watching her kiss dudes, but does she have to keep sleeping with blonde women?

that feeling you get when you see the actor who plays one half of your OTP getting down with the wrong person on a completely different show


How in love are you?

Got a new graphics card. I went from 15 fps on Low to 60 fps on Ultra.




to all young tumblr people, i am old enough that my friends and peers are divorced, have children, are in AA, etc. and they all still watch ‘adventure time’ and take 100 selfies a day and overdraft their bank accounts and stuff. so don’t worry, you never have to grow up, you just get adult responsibilities heaped on top of your childish mess.

love, a 32 year old person who has $7 in her bank account and a new $6 pastel pink roll of duct tape.

ilu I love this

I’d like to apologise for the current state of my blog.

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There is nothing worse than your social anxiety getting mistaken for rudeness.


if you choose a job you love, you’ll never have to work a day in your life!! because the field you’re interested in isn’t hiring


one of my favorite things about the rivals-to-lovers trope is when one of them, at the beginning of their relationship, grumbles about how much they hate the other person’s awful face and i sort of cackle to myself like, oh man. you’re going to have it so bad. it’s going to be so great. you are going to love the CRAP out of that awful face. you’ll be composing delicious, pining, sappy sonnets about it. i love it. 

Here I go, once again, sending my resume into the void…


my heart says yes but my bank balance says no