Here is a story I would read (and might write):
Page & Stewart: lesbian bros in love.
Also, harriet_vane was just posting about A. Garfield's RIDICULOUS vocal tics, and it made me keysmash in joy because just yesterday (in between having a writing freakout at her) I was telling forochel about the reasons I love Andrew Garfield:
I hated school, I hated school. And I didn’t realize why. I thought I was…I was, I thought there was something wrong with me for hating school, for not being able to deal with school. At the time it was ingrained in me that school was: if you’re not successful in school you’re not going to be successful in life. And the hierarchy with the subjects at school, like the arts are given no credence. And if they are, it’s false credence. So, I look back on it and and I’m angry. I’m angry about it because, you know, there might be a brilliant ballerina somewhere in school who’s being forced to do maths, and she sees it difficult. But if she’s just allowed to express whatever gifts she has to offer then she would be happy and then she could make hundreds of thousands of other people joyous for a couple of hours per night. - source
Because now all I have is an endless string of questions such as a) God, how does that one A. Garfield know that repetition is one of those vocal tics that make me shiver? b) "I hated school, I hated school" - oh Andrew. Who didn't? c) and here he is triply determined to mess up my ovaries by using the words "false credence", which is nearly as great as d) "sees it difficult" (!!!)
This is exactly like the first time I stumbled across the therapy session quote and reblogged it to Tumblr with (I shit you not) "I have no idea who you are, Andrew Garfield, but I like you!" or something like that. Oh how times change. ... the having an idea of who he is, I mean. Not the other part.
Because another thing that always has and always will get me is a well-timed "fuck you". \o/
Also, harriet_vane was just posting about A. Garfield's RIDICULOUS vocal tics, and it made me keysmash in joy because just yesterday (in between having a writing freakout at her) I was telling forochel about the reasons I love Andrew Garfield:
I hated school, I hated school. And I didn’t realize why. I thought I was…I was, I thought there was something wrong with me for hating school, for not being able to deal with school. At the time it was ingrained in me that school was: if you’re not successful in school you’re not going to be successful in life. And the hierarchy with the subjects at school, like the arts are given no credence. And if they are, it’s false credence. So, I look back on it and and I’m angry. I’m angry about it because, you know, there might be a brilliant ballerina somewhere in school who’s being forced to do maths, and she sees it difficult. But if she’s just allowed to express whatever gifts she has to offer then she would be happy and then she could make hundreds of thousands of other people joyous for a couple of hours per night. - source
Because now all I have is an endless string of questions such as a) God, how does that one A. Garfield know that repetition is one of those vocal tics that make me shiver? b) "I hated school, I hated school" - oh Andrew. Who didn't? c) and here he is triply determined to mess up my ovaries by using the words "false credence", which is nearly as great as d) "sees it difficult" (!!!)
This is exactly like the first time I stumbled across the therapy session quote and reblogged it to Tumblr with (I shit you not) "I have no idea who you are, Andrew Garfield, but I like you!" or something like that. Oh how times change. ... the having an idea of who he is, I mean. Not the other part.
Because another thing that always has and always will get me is a well-timed "fuck you". \o/