11/03/14 @ 07:32pm
■ boy my crush was sure going to notice me huh
This is an important post
tell me something embarrassing you used to wear in high school that at the time you thought was super cool but now you look back and you cringe yourself into the fucking ionosphere.
I went through an Anne Rice period in junior high, and I would wear those little plastic Scarecrow vampire fangs to class. Thought I was hot shit, very mysterious and original.
*closes eyes and remembers hand made clothing. Re-purposed blue jeans. Velvet. Patches. Japanese words written in sparkly puff paint on everything. Dragonball Z shirts exclusively.*
*jolts from horrible waking nightmare with a start* Guh!!
for about six months in sophmore year i thought it was the best idea in the world to wear my hair in high pigtails on my head
also one time i wore capri pants and ugg boots and those were dark times
i was a scene kid so i teased my hair super big and had greasy straight-across bangs that i put hello kitty barrettes in. i also had this hideous rainbow-striped “rave dress” and i thought that accessorizing meant wearing as many shitty plastic bracelets as humanly possible
junior high was the real nightmare though, i was deep in my mall goth phase and wore massive platform boots with striped tights and tiny miniskirts and invader zim shirts because i thought i was emily the strange
in junior high i had a button-up white short-sleeved shirt with a shitty painted Jack Skellington face on the breast pocket and a baggy pair of black parachute pants with saggy belts on it that i wore almost every second day for a whole year. i had to mend both of those things by hand (meaning noticeably shoddily) because my mom hated them so much, and i couldn’t even wash the shirt bc the paint i put on it wasn’t even meant for fabric. that was back when i had a crusty eyebrow piercing that kept getting rejected and frizzy-yet-greasy blueberry black hair, so i was 100% the grossest emo kid in my school.
i had this sweater that had big thick horizontal black and white stripes that i’d wear over my school uniform shirt, plus my black uniform shorts and some knee high black and white socks to match the sweater, and black skate shoes + long black hair with a side fringe + bad white foundation and heavy eyeliner smudged all over my eyes
a polo shirt and jeans with big dangly silver claire’s earrings and office lady heels
add a zip-up sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows for extra style points
people talking about sailor moon ships reminds me of when I used to go browsing the ye olde interenete of 2002-2003 and find freewebs and geocities shrines to, oh, I don’t know, rei and minako, or hiei and kurama or kenshin and sanosuke
complete with tiled backgrounds and autoplay midi versions of the show’s main theme or celine dion or something
and I being a tender, what, ten years old, thought this wasn’t just fan discussion, it was in fact some part of canon that had somehow gotten past me and it had TOTALLY HAPPENED just a mile over my head so tl;dr the thing I took away from anime was that everyone was really into each other
10/03/14 @ 06:38pm
■ THIS IS MY ASK MEME IT WAS MADE FOR ME
Send a number to my ask box along with a character of your choice, and I’ll draw up the ensuing ensemble! (If the character chosen wouldn’t wear the option given… go ahead and sub in something else!)
DRAW YOUR CHARACTER WEARING…
- Casual clothes
- Work uniform
- Night clothes
- Formal gala garb
- Lounging, lazy-time stuff
- A party outfit
- Date night threads
- Something outdoorsy
- Interview outfit
- Tourist/travel wear
- A costume!
- Their sick day scrubs
- Summer clothes
- Winter clothes
- Um, spring clothes?
- Why not - fall clothes!
- Workout wear
- Last minute throw-ons
- The most expensive thing they own
- A fig leaf
Feel free to add, subtract, or alter as you please to fit your character bunch!
I- I think I’m gonna try this, since clothes are pretty fun! If anyone is interested!
If you have one or two characters in mind, please let me know, if not I’ll just try and pick;;
Oh! I should mention for OCs. hahah which I imagine will significantly cut down the interest! xD I’ve got a few fanart wips under my belt that I’ll try and post soon. <3
reminder about the new WIP OC page [that might still have some OCs subtracted from it, but, you know, for now]
time for a paper break
08/03/14 @ 05:23pm
■ oh my god please watch this
■ like I usually skip videos on my dash but I'm telling you watch this one
01/03/14 @ 02:48am
■ white rose
■ FINE ART BY LESLIE
|What do you do when a friendship ends? My best friend dumped me and now I don't know what to do.||◤||
First of all, get something to eat. Something simple. Bread, a cup of tea, a piece of fruit. Tonight, go to bed on time, whether you’re tired or not. Don’t do anything impulsive. If you’d just been hit by a car, you’d rest and let your body do what it needs to - ‘cause it knows how to heal, you just have to let it. And for you, emotionally, that’s more or less what just happened.
It always kills me to hear about this happening to people. Because, see, I’m not good at endings. My attitude of permanence toward relationships - even if it means we have to work a lot of things out - doesn’t jive for a lot of people. Which, really, is no more of a condemnation than saying we listen to different bands. The debate between prioritizing personal interests versus those of the cause or collective is one that spans eras and cultures, and everyone has to decide the right answer for themselves. But it’s still jarring to me when I encounter a person whose first response is to sever, and when I go through that experience, I invariably have a recovery period. I stop sleeping. I sleep too much. I don’t eat. I eat crap. I start refreshing social networks in a self-abusive loop, looking for evidence of the friendship that I know will never be there.
So if you’re anything like me, you will grieve. You will. The mentality Tumblr likes to perpetuate of “well fuck that person, they just can’t handle your greatness!” is great in theory, but almost impossible in practice. Unless the person hurt you so badly on the way out that you can summon some kind of adrenaline-fueled hatred, you probably feel terrible. And in my experience, there’s nothing you can do but ride that period out. Don’t exacerbate things by guilting yourself for feeling bad. Just sit quietly with yourself. Engage in gentle activities that won’t remind you of them. If it would make you feel better, follow some new people. Their posts will create a nice background noise, and you might end up forging new friendships from it.
One time when this happened to me I actually checked myself in with the police, because I knew I needed supervision. And the social worker there told me something invaluable: Take it twelve hours at a time. It doesn’t matter if you still feel rotten. If you rode it out for twelve hours after the breakup, reward yourself. And once you’ve ridden it out for another twelve hours thereafter, reward yourself again. Eventually, that will become 24 hours, and 36, and soon it’ll be a week. It can’t and won’t happen all at once. But soon you’ll start forgetting to reward yourself because you’re busy with normal life, and after long enough, it’ll feel strange to even think about them.
And above all else, remember - there was a time before you met them, and in that time, there were things that made you happy. Find those things. Your friend might have felt like your world while they were in your life, but the rest of the world is still here now that they’re gone.
25/02/14 @ 12:05am
■ saints row
■ white rose
■ FINE ART BY LESLIE
■ i have to do a certain number of adam hughes ripoffs per year it's in my contract
■ long post AGAIN SORRY
■ i have a lot to say tonight evidently
|do you mind telling us who your favourite and least favourite authors and books are? you don't have to be fair, i'm asking for preferences, not objective quality~||◤||
anon can tell I like to be diplomatic! I differentiate “like for their style” and “like for their material,” which I started after reading that many of my favorite works were full of issues - like authorial sexism - that hadn’t occurred to me when I’d read them. I felt awful.
anyway, I love Hunter Thompson’s, Tennessee Williams’, and Hemingway’s styles, and I like Steinbeck’s ability to gently balance being matter-of-fact and poetic. The Master and Margarita has a lot of elements that would normally put me off - fantasy, a more lush style - but Bulgakov does them so well that I don’t care, and its sociopolitical context is interesting enough to read it for that alone. I mean, you shouldn’t, but you could. I was only assigned the first part of The Executioner’s Song for that true crime class, but I was into what I saw. and while I haven’t gotten very far in the copy of The Gulag Archipelago that gatheringbones linked me, I’ve gotta keep going. it’s a weird, primal urge, like when I watched The Mark of Cain or read Thompson’s Hell’s Angels. you can’t look away.
and this is probably pretentious, but I always enjoy getting assigned Greek tragedies. with the right translation they’re as easy to read as modern plays, and they’re total soap operas and the symbolism is clear and it’s great. when I was little I enjoyed To Kill a Mockingbird and The Phantom Tollbooth, which has got to hold some kind of record for number of puns in one coherent literary work. I even have a soft spot for Moby-Dick. nautical stuff and I go way back.
on the other hand, I kind of surprised myself with how tepid I found Doctor Zhivago. I hadn’t realized how much of my enjoying the movie had run on Omar Sharif being a hottie. there’s a lot they cut from the book where Yura dicks around the countryside in the passionate pursuit of enlightenment and women that aren’t his wife, and, you know, I’m just not impressed with the narratives of unfaithful men. it’s really hard for me to care with Ibsen, because he writes everything on the drawing-room level - I mean, I know in theory that he was critiquing social problems, but it doesn’t feel like it through the flower arrangement and fuckin’ hot toddies. Jesus Christ, blow something up.
any book that takes too naturalistic an attitude toward sex I guarantee will put me off. García Márquez frequently makes me uncomfortable with that. aside from being able to smell the body fluids, he and I are just pursuing different artistic goals. I want to make things clear, he wants to make things obscure. no biggie. we go our separate ways.
oh man, and before I forget: there was one I read in 11th grade. it was about a scholar who goes on a quest about the Dracula myth, and it was sort of riding the Dan Brown bandwagon with the whole “history quest” thing. and as a person who never got into fantasy it is doubtless one of the purplest things I’ve ever read. I learned later that the author had been a travel writer before they got into novels, and everything made sense. every time the dude visited some castle or stopped in some hamlet, I got at least three pages of scenery that was never significant to the book’s meaning - and you couldn’t write it off as worldbuilding, because all the locations were real. the work was over 700 pages, and I think maybe 300 of that was plot-advancing. even the audiobook was abridged. incredible.
as a parting shot: I have no idea how to feel about Faulkner. I literally have no idea. I took a class on him to satisfy a course number requirement, and the only emotion I can express is bafflement. why. why did the woman go all the way out into the woods to masturbate. why are we sexualizing the cow. why. William, please go see someone about this.
nicely summed up. could you maybe expand on the to be-form verb and why cutting adverbs and internal monologue makes for better writing? in your opinion?
well, first of all, there’s no “better” or “worse” writing here! there’s just a matter of taste. I have prohibitively specific taste, and I don’t want to sound disparaging to those who feel different - the reason we have a variety of genres and styles is so everyone can be happy.
but in my time as an English major, I found most of my course material boring. a lot of it was distended, euphemistic, and self-conscious about manners, and an obsession with romantic wordplay choked the action and made it difficult to comprehend what, in fact, was happening. which isn’t to say there was never a legitimate reason for it - Dickens was paid by length, and folks like Melville and Victor Hugo were trying to chronicle specific subjects with encyclopedic thoroughness. culture before radio and television as a whole was completely different, and a big, slow reading project kept the reader entertained for longer. it’s just miserable for me to endure. I took a class last term on true crime and it was the most fun I’d had reading in years - action happened on the page at the speed I envisioned it, and I didn’t feel like my [naturally fast and overactive] imagination was forced to swim through vaseline.
so between that and my background in art, that’s what I want, I guess. bluntness, conciseness of images, and full transparency to the reader of what happens in a given scene. there’s a movie playing in my head, and I want to make it as easy as possible for the reader to watch that same movie. and I want them to absorb the action at the same pace as it occurs - I had another opinion barf about that over here.
now that I’ve ranted forever: cutting out “to be” is a self-imposed failsafe for active voice. if you make yourself start a sentence with a clear verb, you’ll avoid passive voice like 99% of the time. I try not to narrate with adverbs just ‘cause I bet I can find another way to say it, and internal monologue is impossible to show “on camera” without cheesy voiceover. I want a minimum of meaningful narrative content to be missed if the story ever takes a different format. I’d rather insinuate the character’s thoughts through actions or tone of voice, which can either corroborate or clash with their words.
[of course, if you’re in first-person, all bets are off. it doesn’t need to sound like anything except the speaker’s voice. I probably should try writing in first-person more, now that I think about it - it applies what I like about dialogue to what I don’t like about narration.]
|i'm curious, as a writer, do you actually enjoy the process of writing? i've never met anyone who has, especially a writer.||◤||
I hate it. It’s why I’m behind on my thesis. Actually, nah, I shouldn’t say that. I love writing dialogue. I could write 40,000 words of dialogue.
I hate narrating. Narration is like the cauliflower I have to eat before Mom lets me have dessert. Disallowing myself from ever using a to be-form verb in narration was one of the best style decisions I made, but between that, cutting all possible adverbs, and forgoing almost all internal perspective in favor of being cinematic, it’s turned the process into brain surgery. I could work all evening and have maybe 400 words, because I have to go so slowly and be so precise.
But I want to tell stories, and I want people to read ‘em.
23/02/14 @ 06:07pm
■ literally all my friends' bosses/ocs are hot af it's upsetting
■ saints row
21/02/14 @ 08:15pm
■ saints row
■ carlos mendoza
■ white rose
■ i can't believe i'm putting actual writing up on here kill me
■ i just wanted to do my own take on that cutscene though bc with rosie it would've been different
■ FINE ART BY LESLIE