@lavenderek tagged me so I knew it had
to be something awful
rules: answer 30 questions and tag 10
people
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following: I like a lively dash. Over 500 #
of followers: enough to keep me in “are you okay?”s when I post weird shit,
which is all you need in this life average
hours of sleep: 6ish lucky
number: I like 18, 26 and 9s instruments:
I was trying to think of a funny way to say “voice only thx” and the zeitgeist gremlin
that lives in my subconscious immediately said “FLESH FLUTE” so okaaaaaay sure yes
flesh clarinet flesh oboe flesh bassoon get freaky vibrate those wet vocal folds what
are you wearing: my jimjams and a purple robe with cats on it dream
job: hmmm. I’ve got a pretty cool job but it could be improved with more sunlight.
The gremlin wants to be a zookeeper so there’s that dream
trip: I don’t know—maybe a cruise or
something, but lots of people with me significant
other: pffffft birthday:
memorial day weekend. Doesn’t matter its always that weekend height:
THE DOCTOR SAID I WAS FIVE FIVE AND A
QUARTER THIS YEAR PUTTING IT ON MY RESUME gender/pronouns:
she/her is good other
blogs: my personal blog is just cat pics and ~aesthetic posts. I also “run”
a couple of automatically populated AO3 feed blogs for various spn pairings nicknames:
rabbitto star
sign: does that mean zodiac? gemini time:
21:47 when I started favorite
bands: I’m kind of a musical hobo. Mostly I let NPR All Songs Considered
tell me what I want to be listening to favorite
artist: see above favorite
tumblr artist: @queeniebroccolini *groucho marx eyebrows* song
stuck in your head: mary
by big thief (what did you tell me mary when you were there so sweet and very
full of field and stars you carried all of time / and heavens, when you looked
at me your eyes were like machinery your hands were making artifacts in the
corner of my mind) last
movie you watched: your
name; it was really good and now I want to watch everything that studio has ever made last
show you watched: rewatching stranger things again why
did you make your blog: “Come on tumblr,” she said. “It will be fun,” she
said. @alullabytoleaveby I blame you for everything what
do you post: a whole bunch of story
memory-joggers and once in a while a pile of fandom posts when I clear out my
drafts fandom
contributions: hahahhaha I am a parasite on like 99% of fandoms I join last
thing you googled: “salt lake city to park city” planning that big birthday
roadtrip of which it is a leg ao3:
I am kototiff literally everywhere do
you ever get asks: see second point; also I do prompts occasionally but these are subject to La Muse which means they are very sporadic how
did you get the idea for your url: I
had just seen a koto concert in the ass end of Russia and wanted a ~cool name~
for myspace… and kototyphoon was too long… please, it was a different time favorite
food: that good good raw fish on rice last
book you read: I can’t remember the
last book I finished but right now I’m reading strange
practice by vivian shaw top
3 fictional universes: I mean HP for
sure, but also Sharon Shinn’s elemental blessings novels and the one where we for
instance aren’t using
technology to automate discrimination against poor people and POC
Reblog this post in the next 42 seconds and the next time something good happens today, you’ll remember this post and your brain will form a false causal relationship!
And if you don’t reblog this post then the next time something bad happens, your brain will form an even stronger false causal relationship!
(Because human brains are hardwired for pattern recognition to identify cause/effect relationships. But we’re not always great at that, especially when we’re trying to confirm preexisting suggestions. And that’s where our idea of luck comes from.)
I wonder where the break happened that such wide swaths of younger fans don’t grasp fandom things that used to be unspoken understandings. That fic readers are expected to know fiction from reality, that views expressed in fic are not necessarily those of the author, that the labels, tags and warnings on various kinkfics are also the indication that they were created for titillation and not much more, please use responsibly as per all pornography. The ‘problem’ isn’t that so-called ‘problematic’ fic exists but that some of the audience is being stupid, irresponsible, at worst criminal, at best not old enough to be in the audience to begin with. And that’s on the consumer, not the author who told you via labels, tags, ratings, warnings and venues what their fic was about and what it was for.
concept: the show supernatural but with the mcelroy brothers
Griffin: So Scraps I noticed that the ghost is still sort of… Travis: …? Griffin: It’s. Y’know… Travis: … A ghost? Griffin: … Travis: … Griffin: *sigh* Travvy the fucking ghost is still here. It’s fucking hAUnting our asses right now. It’s – it – it wants my soul, Travvy. It wants my delicious, sUcCuLeNt soul. Travis: I mean I salted and burnt the remains, I don’t – I dunno what to tell you. Griffin: Did you? Travis: Yeah! I– Griffin: You– Travis: I did, I– Griffin: You sure? Because if you did, then the ghost would be – uh, it would be ah-PaSsEd ON, ah-My DuDe, it’d– Justin: Hey Travis. Griffin: – have sloughed off– Travis: *laughing* I salted – Justin: Travis, what if– Griffin: this mortal FuCkInG cOiL– Travis: I did! I salted and I burnt the body, I did. Justin: Travis let me ask you this. Travis: What Justin. Justin: … You used regular salt? Travis: I used regular… ahhh, it was, I mean it’s *technically*– Justin: Travis. Travis: I maaaayyyy have used your Margaritaville margarita salt BUT IT’S Griffin: *bursting into laughter* Justin: You did WHAT Travis: IT’S TECHNICALLY JUST SALT JUSTIN Griffin: HA HA HAAAA!! *clapping* Justin: Why the FUCK would you use– Griffin: Was it fucking JImMy BUFFET’S body you burned?! Like– Travis: Look, I didn’t have any other salt on hand, Justin’s always got it in a cupboard somewhere, I just Justin: Ugh. Travis look, what you’ve done is– Griffin: *gasping* ohhh my Jesus Justin: -it’s unacceptable but I can’t fault you because, yes, you’re right, it is technically– Travis: ThAnK you, – Justin: –I MEAN it’s *technically* just salt but it’s like Travis: Yes! Yes, it is. Justin: Whatever. You salted the remains. You burnt the body. Travis: Yes, THAT I definitely did, that part’s easy. Griffin: *snickering* ’d’you fuckin- you fuckin douse ‘em in some Parrot Bay first? Travis: No, Griffin, I used lighter fluid thank you very much Justin: And we’re sure– we’re SURE there aren’t any other little… bits and pieces of our dearly departed sorta… *hangin out* somewhere? Griffin: Ohhh, I see what you’re sayin, you’re sayin’ we got a – a rogue appendage situation on our hands. Travis: I mean, it *looked* whole when I was, y’know– Griffin: *laughing* When – when you were making it into a corpse-ARITA? Travis: *laughing* A piña corpse-lada! Griffin: Oh, *very* good! Travis: Thank you! Justin: K but like. You don’t know if some creepy motherfucker has a lock of duder’s hair tucked away in his desk drawer, do you. Travis: How would I know that Justin. Justin: You can’t, that’s what I’m saying! We can’t know that, we can’t just go door to door through this entire town asking for locks of hair and fingernails and, and, Griffin: “Excuse me ma’am did you and this, this super-dead phantom boy ever make a wish on one of his sweet, *delicate*, fallen eyelashes? Ma’am I need you to tell me where that eyelash is currently it’s SUPER important and definitely not a fetish of mine.” Travis: Oh maybe we just need to find all the nose pickins he left behind! Griffin: Ew, Travis! Travis: I’m just sayin! Justin: !! …. ………………. …….….. …. unless. Griffin: UNlesss….. Travis: unLESS!
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