i got the brains, you got the money
Sometimes I remember that Measure for Measure is a play and end up weeping copiously about the fact that it exists; currently the fact that Tricia Helfer and James Callis are not doing it in a theater somewhere gives me physical pain. There's a lot of physical pain related to faces enacted by those assholes: I maybe walked into a glass wall today and I am blaming the robot feelings fugue I was in. (Like, straight up, no blinking, stupid-pigeon-in-a-Windex-commercial walked right into it and now I have a bruise on my knee so I can't even forget it happened; I keep hitting it with my chin as I type.)
Other things: Game of Thrones continues to be perfect (Tyrell ot3, oh my days), my life is melting away in increments of vanilla vodka and raspberry gingerale, I need to write my first law paper this week (what the hell, yes, first, this late in the game), and I got into Columbia for the summer to study Russian four hours a day five days a week for a month. I know. Unspeakably fun. But I'm going to seduce some hapless Columbia-ite and languish in sundresses and write (Tenent Scintilla immersion mode, plus fairytales which I've already started roughing out in a notebook), and maybe I'll come out the other side (gasp!) learning Russian properly; it ought to be good, all things go. Oh, and I read Margaret Atwood's The Year of the Flood, which was glorious and I want everyone to do the same. Ask me about my feelings; they involve ladies weathering the apocalypse and CULTS.
Not even trying to make this a coherent entry. Instead:
THE MAKEOUT MEME
Pick a pairing from any fandom, and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words about the kiss that happened in that context.
This noise! Allllways.
Other things: Game of Thrones continues to be perfect (Tyrell ot3, oh my days), my life is melting away in increments of vanilla vodka and raspberry gingerale, I need to write my first law paper this week (what the hell, yes, first, this late in the game), and I got into Columbia for the summer to study Russian four hours a day five days a week for a month. I know. Unspeakably fun. But I'm going to seduce some hapless Columbia-ite and languish in sundresses and write (Tenent Scintilla immersion mode, plus fairytales which I've already started roughing out in a notebook), and maybe I'll come out the other side (gasp!) learning Russian properly; it ought to be good, all things go. Oh, and I read Margaret Atwood's The Year of the Flood, which was glorious and I want everyone to do the same. Ask me about my feelings; they involve ladies weathering the apocalypse and CULTS.
Not even trying to make this a coherent entry. Instead:
THE MAKEOUT MEME
Pick a pairing from any fandom, and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words about the kiss that happened in that context.
This noise! Allllways.