ONLY SOMETIMES FRIENDS ONLY

Yeah, I'm really not friends only anymore! Maybe 50% of what I post is flocked, but fannish stuff is usually public. Anyway, if you've friended me and want me to friend you back, please drop me a comment here. ♥ I would almost certainly love to be friends!

Dear How I Met Your Mother:

If tonight's episode is not the greatest fucking episode to ever grace my television screen (well, my computer screen), you and I may very well be through professionally.

That is pretty much all I have to say! Other than, unrelatedly, if you're not watching Modern Family you should be. Same goes for Community.

Less than a week until Thanksgiving break and one day shorter than that makes the time until my nineteenth birthday.

You can tell I'm avoiding doing work because I'm making a post on my LJ! I think it will be a rather belated post about How I Met Your Mother.

( HIMYM 5x01 )

1. Yesterday I accidentally enraged a male classmate by telling a different male classmate/friend that he shouldn't watch Supernatural, because it's not a good show. The sudden defensiveness was amazing and hilarious! I couldn't stop myself from telling him how he had surprised me with his dudeliness because one generally forgets that initially, SPN's target demographic probably wasn't fangirls. He then whipped out a big notebook full of nothing but his weekly TV schedule and gave it to me. Wow. I put stars next to the ones I approved of! (Bones and-- no lie!-- Suite Life on Deck.)

2. I am so fucking excited for How I Met Your Mother to start up again, it's actually ridiculous. This will be me:



3. To complete the TV theme of this entry, I have been watching 30 Rock recently! I'm about halfway through the first season. It's so good, flist.

I get really overinvested in fictional things. (I am unsure as to whether this is one of my best qualities or one of my worst.) This combined with my tendency to cry at the drop of a hat at any sort of moving scene, in books or TV or movies, in which it is shown just how much people are capable of loving each other means that-- well.

My roommate and I watched the last two episodes of the third season of Bones last night and I pretty much lost it crying at the end there. My poor roommate got to awkwardly hand me tissues. I am always hopelessly charmed by people who are thrown together and who end up being really close and oh god, the pain, flist. ;_______;

On the other hand, I've found... not as much good Booth/Brennan fic as the world deserves, but an acceptable amount. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) I'm too afraid to go looking for the "Sweets, Booth, and Brennan have a totally awkward but strangely hot threesome and they all troll each other into sexy oblivion" fic I want.

I would so happily read Outtakes From Harry Potter: Pointless Scenes of Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger Arguing, Joking Around, and Generally Being Adorable Best Friends.

Which is to say that I finished rereading Deathly Hallows yesterday afternoon and have mildly stunned even myself with just how desperately overinvested in the trio I am. Is this an unpopular opinion? I am unsure. But I love them so much. I totally cried, which is a bit weird since I don't remember crying at all the first time I read that book, except maybe when Hedwig died. This time around I probably cried at least a little every hundred pages.

Instead of doing anything productive with my life, this will be my cue to listen to Stephen Fry's audiobooks of the series. And also to pick up with reading a fuckload of fanfiction. How can I not want to find out why Draco Malfoy fled to San Francisco to become a stereotypically effeminate gay barista with a pierced ear and dyed hair?

Oh dear, I haven't posted in forever. OKAY!

-- Still obsessed with Harry Potter. I suspect all of the other HP-nostalgic fandomers are beginning to move on again, leaving me behind them still totally engrossed in having trouble thinking of non-HP-related... anything.
-- What is the deal with Panic! at the Disco? How is it that I care vastly more about them now that they're Brendon, Spencer, and some other awesome dudes than I ever did when they had Ryan and Jon? The answer may have something to do with how Not Happy I am with Ryan Ross at the moment, but also with how troublingly adorable Brendon and Spencer are being.
-- I HATE WORKING RETAIL. I really can't complain, as I only do it part-time and I get to stop for three months in two weeks, but wow, what a shitty sort of job to be in. It makes me hope fondly for cubicles and spreadsheets. At least then my back wouldn't hurt so much. :(

Now we see, once again, why I rarely update-- my life is far from interesting. Oh yeah, and I changed my layout.

I continually wonder to myself why I don't post more, but I'm pretty sure it's because my life is really repetitive! I go to bed, I wake up, I either go to work or I don't. That's pretty much it. Lately I've mostly been reading Harry Potter fanfiction-- I had the poor (or not?) judgment to sign up for harrypotterbang just because it's good to give me some kind of deadline to finish things I would want to write anyway-- and working on my fic for bandom_hc.

It is really, really fucking hot here lately. And for once I mostly don't exaggerate; it's been in the 90s and apparently will continue to be throughout the week. Additionally, I live in the Seattle area, which means that almost no one has air-conditioning.

It's less than a month until I go back to school. I honestly can't wait. I miss it.

PERHAPS I SHOULD POST.

I actually saw Half-Blood Prince at the midnight release a week ago, but whatever, it's never too late to spill my thoughts on it! Plus I'm going to see it again tonight with my parents, I believe, so it's appropriate.

( PINCERS )

Also, I signed up for and claimed a prompt for bandom_hc! It is the best prompt.

gerard and mikey are heirs-in-hiding of kingdom occupied by neighbours, and the rest of mcr/brian are their knights/vassals etc. after period of depression gerard rises a rebellion against invaders, loses, gets captured, imprisoned and awfully tortured for a year until the rest of mcr manage to save him and bring him to loyal healers (panic?). long rehabilitation ensues :D

I've written about 2500 words so far and I'm enjoying it thoroughly.

I MET ADAM LAMBERT AND ALLISON IRAHETA LAST NIGHT.

Also Kris! Also also Anoop and Scott! And I sort of bumped into Megan and awkwardly avoided Sarver and purposely kept a huge distance between myself and Danny Gokey.

( Babbling embarrassingly about meeting them! The most detail surrounds Adam, naturally. )

I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED. HOLY FUCK. Assuming I get the pictures, I will eventually post those as well, and maybe a picture of the paper I have with all their autographs.

NEWSFLASH!

You should do the decent, compassionate thing for no other reason than that it is the decent, compassionate thing to do, you fucking assholes. YOU DO NOT LIVE IN A VACUUM. OTHER PEOPLE SURROUND YOU AND REACT TO YOU ALL THE TIME.

Unless you want to cut off all social contact forevermore, you have some responsibilities as a human being. Yes, these do include, if you are a writer of fanfiction, giving survivors of abuse and trauma the tools to use their own responsibility to avoid things that could hurt them. Reducing the options to "cheerfully open yourself up to being triggered without complaining" and "get out of fandom entirely" is not even remotely okay or good enough.

Why the hell are we even talking about this? How is this an issue? How?

:( Hold me, flist. (And if you disagree me with, honestly, please let me know so that I can defriend you.)

I'm pretty sure I'm preaching to the choir here, or at least I hope I am, but just so we're clear:

Extending a little bit of courtesy to protect fellow fandom members and, you know, fellow people from serious emotional and possibly physical pain by slapping on a warning is easy, fast, and always more important than your hurt feelings, the supposed element of surprise in your story, or your bullshit excuses about "strength" and "getting over it."

I'm going to recommend that everyone read this excellent post by impertinence, in case you haven't already and particularly if you're unsure about the importance of this, but only if you're feeling up to it-- it's hard-hitting and graphic and could be seriously upsetting even if you don't have personal experience in the area. Here: Warning: Very explicit discussion of sexual assault and the nature, anatomy, cause & effect of triggers. Is itself triggery.

Okay, let's get this show on the road! Because strikesoftly sort of asked, ages ago, and I will take any excuse.



( ZACHARY DAVID ALEXANDER EFRON >:( AND WHY YOU SHOULD LOVE HIM AS MUCH AS I DO. Warning for lots of pictures, some videos, shameless love of Zac Efron, and also Zac Efron's face, multiple times, often quite large. )

I had my first day of work today! Mostly I watched way too many repetitive instructional videos and then shadowed a girl who was working at the service desk, but I did get to do a little ringing stuff up and things on my own and it wasn't too bad at all.

Recently I have fallen in love with Lupe Fiasco. *____* I downloaded his two albums on a whim and have been listening to them way too often. I also got Megan to listen through a little future-roommate-ly :D?ing magic. It's very good music for blasting with the windows down while I drive through downtown Bellevue.

I am so out of practice with writing, and so it's taking me forever to actually work on my fic for easthighstory, but at least I'm doing it.

HELLO, NEW FRIENDS. ♥

I needed a reason to actually post anyway! Also, I'm perilous over on DW if you'd like to friend me there, too-- sometimes I crosspost, sometimes I don't, but I do comment slightly more on my DW flist just because it moves much slower, not that I won't try over here.

I had a job interview on Wednesday; it felt like it went quite well. I don't have any idea if I'll actually get the job (it's just retail, though I'd love some money), but it was nice to come out of something that tends to give me panic attacks feeling pretty good about what I'd just done.

THINGS I LIKE: My Chemical Romance, Gerard fucking Way, High School Musical, American Idol, stupid stupid Zac Efron (I believe I still need to post about him for strikesoftly's benefit), Watchmen, Avatar, How I Met Your Mother (Barney ♥ Robin ♥♥ ROBIN/BARNEY ♥♥♥), Doctor Who, Star Trek, and uh... lots of other stuff. :D? I've been slowly(ish) watching Lost with blindmadness lately, plus rewatching Boy Meets World. ♥my childhood♥

Over the last week, I finished watching the remaining three seasons of How I Met Your Mother; this included watching all twenty-three then-existing episodes of the fourth season in one day. I dreamed about Robin and Barney that night.

Which brings me to the fact that I love them. I seriously don't think I've shipped anything so hard in years. I want to do nothing but watch an endless show of their stupid/awesome shenanigans around New York.

( Some slightly tl;dr thoughts on the season finale last night. )

This entry crossposted to LJ from DW because it is that important.

Before I forget and as I avoid finishing this essay!

I'm over here at Dreamwidth: http://perilous.dreamwidth.org/

If you'd like, feel free to subscribe/give access/whatever you want to do. I will cheerfully both subscribe and give access to absolutely everyone who does one or both to me, but if you'd prefer me to just subscribe to you, let me know! ♥

For your time and for having to read yet another DW-related post on your flist, have a picture of Corbin Bleu.

I was going to try to summarize the past few days, but I think that instead, I will picspam one Zachary David Alexander Efron for you!

( Dear Zefron, I am in love with you. Many pictures of Zac Efron being beautiful/stupid/adorable under the cut. )

Oh, second-floor lounge. How you puzzle me with your mysteries.

Life: it is strangely awesome. ♥

So, I'm not the kind of person who even really attempts to do anything for April Fool's, because a) I'm too busy being gullible and getting tricked myself, b) I'm lazy, and c) I'm really lazy. Instead of actually trying, then, I sent my mother a text message about half an hour ago with the blatant lie of "I'm pregnant. :("

About a minute later, she texts back "Me too! And it's twins!"

Apparently I'm soon to have two half-siblings. Their father, she claims, is David Cook.

ETA: And also apparently, it's my grandparents' anniversary today. They got married on April Fool's Day.