The only reason my tumblr exploded is because of fanfiction.
But twitter makes me remember why I’m terrible at being brief with my words. I feel my online presence is lacking? I don’t know why, I don’t have many followers or people interested in following me on twitter, and yet I would love to make it more entertaining. (I guess that’d mean I’d have to get more entertaining?)
I also have issues with not being able to properly backlog my twitter feed. I feel bad missing things people post, I really do, which is why I keep up with my dash so obsessively.
“The first duty of the novelist is to entertain. It is a moral duty. People who read your books are sick, sad, traveling, in the hospital waiting room while someone is dying. Books are written by the alone for the alone.”—Donna Tartt (author of The Secret History and The Little Friend)
"One day they woke me up/ So I could live forever/ It's such a shame the same will never happen to you/ You’ve got your short, sad life left/That’s what I’m counting on/ I’ll let you get right to it/ Now I only want you gone" - Portal 2 OST, "Want You Gone" (been a while since I had any lyrics '_')
"Goodbye my only friend," Wash said, looking over the remains from the battle, and in a strangely expected spark of cruelty he added, "oh, did you think I meant you?” to the icy canyon drop.
"I just…I thought we had it," York said one night.
"What?" Wash asked, hoping it wasn’t the usual, predictable answer.
"The war," York said, and Wash closed his eyes in disappointment.
"We’ve been over this, York."
"No, man," York mumbled in the dark. "I mean, we had it. Talks of assimilation and peace and all that shit. Politicians were attending summits, Wash. I thought we’d be-“
"Protected? Because of the Project?"
"I thought we’d be home right now," York finished lamely.
Wash looked at the face of his friend, so aged and scarred by every one he had to bury. The aliens turned back, started a war on humanity with infection and disease that easily decimated their remaining numbers. York didn’t take losing Carolina very well.
Wash had already lost CT by the time the tide turned. Luckily, he also lost Epsilon before the AI truly unhinged him, before the dying thoughts of a machine drove him over the edge he’d been dancing on. When York lost Delta, it was just another blow. Another reason for his friend to cling to the good old days.
"I’ll keep watch," Wash offered.
"You haven’t slept in two days," York said evenly. Wash just smiled.
"So then what’s one more?"
They changed positions, even though it was useless. York hadn’t had a restful sleep in months. It was slowly getting to the point where the physical toll of tiredness takes its prisoners from both of their bodies. Soon, neither will be fit to stay up and stand guard.
Soon they’d fall asleep and die like the rest of them.
Neither York nor Wash admitted to the other that the thought of finally dying had started to be comforting.
So if it wouldn’t be too much trouble could you possibly reblog or message with
How you would like to be referred to (username/url, actual name, nickname, etc.)
-You can be purple/neutral/green
- Or freelencer colored.
- You can wear swag from other RT shows. Like Achievement Hunter!
Basic description on how you look or how you would like to look.
What you are doing in the picture. Like drawing, writing, watching Rvb or any of RT’s other equally amazing shows, playing an instrument, or simply enjoying your surroundings, etc.
Any special requests. I’ll make it work even if you’re a filthy red.
If you would like to sit next to a certain person in the picture let me know.
I would actually like to get as much people in this as possible.
Please and thank you.
This is awesome! :)
Blue team is the best team
How I look is all over this tag: hey look it’s me. I’d love to be wearing a roostertumblr shirt, too (I’m going to get one as soon as I have moneys, honest!)
Totally molesting embracing Emma! Because wife. Also AJ, because other wife! Also I feel like the three of us should be embracing over some kind of art/writing notebook thing, too :P But seriously, the embracing is the important part~
"Oh I’m locked inside/Trapped inside this body/I can’t get out/And there’s not enough room/I’m glued to the back of this bone mask" Wash + Sarge
"You’re still building robots," Wash observed from the side of the base. Sarge shrugged at the new visitor, the only "blue" he could tolerate on his property. "Why?"
"Well, I got all these spare parts," Sarge said easily.
"Spare parts? I think Lopez said he could have upgraded your jeep if you weren’t dead set on your…your project.” Wash wasn’t sure what made him hesitate, what made him censor the colorful and descriptive Spanish the robot had actually used. Yet Sarge seemed married to the idea that Lopez is like a son to him, so it seemed right, seemed like the right thing to do.
Better late than never.
"Caboose asked me to," Sarge expanded. "Besides, when that blue fella and his girlfriend come back, they better not try and steal my robot again."
"The Alpha isn’t coming back," Wash said firmly.
Sarge just turned with a small smile. “Son,” he said, “I’ve been trying to kill that team for nine years. Trust me. He’ll come back.”
Wash thought about trying to explain how impossible all of that is, but he knew Sarge was a man of conviction and saw it’d be a losing battle. Instead, he just said, “well, do you need any help?”
give me good convincing reasons why Lopez can’t be an AI?
I mean, I guess Sheila was just FILISS or however you spell it.
I’m still unconvinced. He’s a bit too not-robotic? Even if he’s not an AI… he could be something like Sheila?
I always assumed he is? I don’t know hwo to exlain it, but… I don’t know, he doesn’t switch bodies, it’s always the same grumpy brown soldier, while every other AI hoped form machine to machine. So yeah, he’s an AI, but his robotic body is a constant, he’s not as… free-roaming. Something like ghosts are living people when they’re in bodies.
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zeus u ok
also agreeing with you though — i’d say he’s more of a ‘dumb AI’ than a ‘smart AI’ (according to halo canon and taking into consideration that i’d consider the alpha fragments to still be smart AI)
BUT in the DVD version of reconstruction, when talking about sheila (and the way they moved her into the ship) wash was surprised, and said ‘you guys got a smart tank? that’s a pretty rare piece of equipment’
so i’d say yes, he’s an AI, but not of the same caliber that alpha or the fragments are
Yeah, i guess Wash would’ve recognized him if he was, like, lambda or something.
But hopping from place to place was an enhancement for the AIs. Unless they were manually transferred.
"cupid, have mercy / on fools such as me / you never had it so good / i ain't saying this to hurt feelings, you just look at me" - wifs, "fiend in wien"
Willow had thought about it before, idly and before Tara had said anything about magic abuse, she’d thought that maybe she could find some kind of love spell, or anti-love spell, or stupid-cupid-stop-picking-on-me spell and make Buffy’s life, for once, a little bit easier.
"Oh, Lilian/ I should have run/ I should have known/ Each dress you own/ Is a loaded gun" - Depeche Mode, "Lilian"
Something that fell through the cracks with Tex was Allison’s ability to dominate every war, every form of fighting she ever cared to get in. Leonard Church thinks fondly to the first time they met, the next time he saw her in that unforgettable dress, makeup, everything, how she reeled him in with a brief, non-committal smile, how he didn’t have a choice because she had won this battle, this war, before he even knew it had started. He remembers how Allison could change and carry herself depending on what her passion dictated, what she wanted, and looks at Tex with her one-track soldier mind, looks at what his memories of Allison have become and reels from admiration to resentment of this empty, almost-there echo.
“I am surely not the only writer who has the distinct sense that every sentence I write is surrounded by the ghosts of the sentences I could have written at that point, but didn’t.”—Philip Pullman (via victoriousvocabulary)
I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever get amnesia, even for a short time. I feel like it should be a weird thing to think about, but I also feel like it’s one of those things that everyone thinks about but no one admits to - like that one night in high school when nothing’s gone your way and suddenly you start to think that you have sharp knives in the kitchen and how much does bleeding out really hurt, and then you remember you can reach the medicine cabinet which would be a more peaceful way to go, and you toy with the idea because it’s your ultimate declaration of freedom but you don’t go through with it because life catches up with you and you remember the friends you do have, the family you have, or just the things you can’t wait to do and you realize you’ve been holding your breath since you started thinking about it and breathe out and the moment passes.
So sometimes I think about what it would be like to have amnesia, and how my television and movie based education on the subject tells me that your memories leave but your habits, like tying shoes or knowing the alphabet or little habits that you do can stay.
I think about my hypothetical movie amnesia and I wonder if I’d have the same voice when I write, if there’s some pattern to how I express myself in this context that would survive the destruction of my memories of people and places and things I’ve done. I think of all the habits that I have that are only part of me because they were part of someone else first.
I think of all the habits I might have still, the things I do every day that I remember you gave to me, the things that are still second nature after all these years that, every once in a while, I think about and suddenly remember that I used to see you do it, so now I do it too. And suddenly there’s a weight on my chest and all the memories start flooding back because of that one little trickle and at first it’s fond but everything is tainted with sour and how things ended, or how they didn’t end, or how I convinced myself out of love, or how I realized I needed to stop trying for something that will never happen and for a moment my breath my smile my words catch and then the weight is off and I’m “fine” again, I’m breathing again.
If I had this movie amnesia of mine, and I said that phrase or had that habit or that hand gesture, that facial tick or expression or that outfit you said was really cute, or that shirt I wore that one time we met up, if I don’t have you behind all of those things, I have to wonder:
indigo: what do you think is the greatest flaw in your writing?
I over-dialogue or under-dialogue. I don’t think I’ve found that sweet spot of just the right amount of introspection or description and actual character-to-character interaction. I also feel bored with how I do dialogue, and I feel like my vocabulary should be better - I find myself lusting after pretty, descriptive words but using simple, familiar ones instead. I need to break out of that. That…was also more than one thing, haha. Oh well!
violet: what is your favorite thing about your writing?
Getting that one perfect line that says everything I wanted to say. All sneaky like. I’m lucky enough to have them pretty frequently, and it makes me so happy and proud, it’s an amazing feeling. The one I can think of off the top of my head is “she looked at him and thought he’d be the kind of person who only speaks in stolen moments”. But lines like that is why I keep writing, and it’s my favourite thing about writing in general, and my writing in particular when I feel I’ve pulled one off.
silver: top three sources of inspiration
Oh, gosh. Other people’s fic and writing, definitely. Music, I love having a good soundtrack and certain songs have inspired whole characters before (I can’t listen to Coldplay’s Viva la Vida anymore without writing about or drawing this certain character I have). And a lot of the times it’s just me over thinking things that end up being things I write about to get out of my head. Life experiences, I guess, inspire me, which is nice because I’m constantly making new ones :)
red: when and how did you first realize you loved writing? orange: who is your greatest literary inspiration, and why? yellow: what is your favorite style? green: whose style do you imitate the most? blue: what is your favorite genre/subject on which to write? indigo: what do you think is the greatest flaw in your writing? violet: what is your favorite thing about your writing? pink: what attracts you to writing in general? why do you love it? silver: top three sources of inspiration black: your dreams! be published, be a critical success? what? lemon: do you write fanfiction? if so, what genre? otp? lime: what are some of the most prevalent themes in your work? brown: three favorite novels rainbow: three favorite authors white: weirdest thing you’ve ever written
The very first conversation I remember us having was about ice cream.
We’d talked before that. We talked for months before that. But at first it was about a mutual friend, and then it was impersonal and chit-chatter. Sometimes we’d share drawings. But it wasn’t anything real, just two people who happened to have time right now, talking about whatever came to mind.
But the first conversation I remember was about ice cream.
I remember it was at the library. And you asked me, kind of out of the blue. Or maybe you prefaced it with something like “I’ve got a question for you”. The words before didn’t matter then, and don’t matter now.
Because you asked what my favourite ice cream flavor was.
And you said you asked because it felt like something you should know about me.
My first thought, I remember, though I don’t think I voiced it, was “are we knowing-things-about-each-other friends now? Because that’d be nice.”
Instead I said it was vanilla, and that it was boring, I know, but I like it anyway. Or maybe I said strawberry, but added the disclaimer that it was only good if it didn’t also have chunks of actual strawberry in it.
And then I asked you yours, and I don’t really remember what flavor you answered - it might have been chocolate?
It didn’t matter, anyway.
We were knowing-things-about-each-other friends now.
I’m glad that’s the first memory that springs to mind when I think of you, and it’s not any of the dozen or so that immediately follow, the ones that make me remember why we don’t know anything about each other anymore and we haven’t been friends for a while.
Thank you :) A lot of it really is just a pang of thoughts I need to get out, so I always hope it comes across as intimate. Because it should be, if I did my work right, haha.
As far as brave, I did this thing a few months before I started doing fanfics again called No Shame November, where I wrote and posted a bunch of things I’d been keeping inside for various reasons. It was really useful, really fun, and I think I’ll revisit those initial autobiographical essays and spruce them up a little and submit them to a site like Thought Catalog or something. But the best thing No Shame November did was get me to the point where I didn’t mind doing autobiographical work, and it always feels a little (a lot) scary to put it out there for people to see, but the payoff is usually worth it - for me the payoff is peace of mind and avoiding letting things get to me, swallow me up, avoiding wallowing.
Carolina: Hi. I’m Agent Carolina from the popular webseries, Red vs Blue.
Wash: And I’m Agent Washington.
Carolina: We here at Red vs Blue have noticed a trend on the blog site tumblr.
Wash: A trend characterized by apparently common phrases we didn’t know existed. Phrases such as [chart] “All the feelings”, “dying right now”, and “I used to have a heart, then I joined roostertumblr”.
Carolina: These seem to have been brought on by various pieces of fiction about the characters of Red vs Blue.
Grif: [off camera] Fanfiction.
Grif: [off camera] It’s fanfiction, and it’s stupid.
Simmons: [off camera] Yeah, and also, no one in this canyon has ever written any. Ever.
Grif: [off camera] …What?
Wash: God dammit! I can’t have ONE thing to myself.
Grif: [off camera] You asked me to film it, did you also expect me to do it quietly? Anyway, the reason fanfiction is stupid is that it takes so much time. You can spend that time doing things like not working, eating, sleeping, not working…
Simmons: [off camera] Maybe Donut wrote some, but no one else here has ever written any. Ever.