hi! my name is Kara, and I'm your friendly neighborhood bisexual~
formerly "takenoverbyrocknroll"
my fic:
- Like April Ludate
- Blackbird
- King Of All Wild Things
places where you can find my fic:
- here (ficlets and drabbles only. anything longer are on the following sites:)
- Archive of Our Own
- Scarves & Coffee
- fanfiction.net (don't judge me)
Other places you can find me in general:
- twitter
- goodreads
I tag everything - including spoilers! Currently I'm posting a lot about Darren Criss' run in Hedwig And The Angry Inch. If you want to blacklist those posts, blacklist "Hedwig And The Angry Inch" and "Darren is Hedwig".
came back to tumblr for a minute just to say- I think my favorite thing Mia haters say is “look at how unhappy Darren looks with Mia! those aren’t even real smiles!”
like Darren Criss, who could pretty much date anyone he wanted to, would continue to date someone who made him eternally miserable.
(and if we’re going by “she’s his beard!” “logic”, then he could also get a new beard who he gets along with better?)
Darren! My wife! I’m so sad to see you go- though I love to watch you leave! Ey! See what I did there? No? That was a reference to your buttocks, and my enjoyment over seeing them in action. This is awkward now. You make me laugh. You fun, you talented. Let’s be real friends. Have a good summer and I hope we’re in the same class next year! - ♥ Rebecca (Jones. I play Yitzhak! ‘member?)✗
waiting for ranwing and fyiklainesucks to comment on Darren’s final week Hedwig gross analysis like
I accidentally bought two of these (that’s what happens when you compile a stash of stuff on your boyfriend’s bigbadtoystore.com account and he leaves it there forever and you forget about it), so I’m going to have a giveaway so my extra Rocket Raccoon can go to a happy home!
Rules:
* Reblogs and likes count - but please only 1 reblog a day, I don’t want to be spammed. * No giveaway blogs. * I’m not gonna make you follow me, but you can if you want. ;) * US only - sorry international friends, but it’s so expensive to mail things to you. :( * Please make sure your ask boxes are open so I can contact you if you win. If you win and don’t reply within a few days, I’ll choose someone else.
The giveaway will end on July 6th, because I’ll be on vacation the following week and I’d hopefully like to get this mailed out before then.
Hey-o! This giveaway will end at 7pm EST. :)
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
news: a dozen black churches burned down
me: ah yes, that strange phenomenon where black churches just catch on fire. spontaneous combustion!
news: some are fearing it’s a hate crime, but authorities don’t want to jump to any conclusions
me: yes the arson was just for fun, and it was just a coincidence that they were all churches with predominantly black members. there’s no hate or intention here, probably just dry grass catching on fire!
it’s a shame the original caption for this is gone bc it was a really nice story. An author decided he wanted his 2000-ish word essay tattooed onto people, but only one word per person, if someone was to die, the story would be gone.
It’s kind of amazing to think, imagine being that author and having a story that could never be read, yet it could be anywhere in the world. idk man I just think it’s pretty incredible.
“Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times.”
do you realize what this is saying? you are part of a big story. if you were gone, the whole story would have something missing. this is great.
this is truly beautiful
Reblog if you started worrying about the way you look before you were even 16.
I was six when my family started telling me I need to eat less because i won’t be pretty and no one will marry me. Also my dance teacher used to scream at me in front of 50 other dancers to suck in my stomach and start exercising outside of rehearsals.
3rd grade.
When I was about 12, a girl who sat next to me in class said, completely disgusted, “ew, you don’t shave your legs?” and I was so embarrassed as soon as I got home I begged my mom to teach me how.
