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It’s that time of the year again.

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You know, he just might have been. I mean, it is the kind of thing Hydra would be involved in.

no offense but bucky not remembering what he does as the winter soldier makes his & sam’s rivalry so much funnier

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You've seriously got to check out this Twitter bot. New random premise every half hour, and some of them are golden

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Just got the last one. For those who don't get it, look up "John Mulaney jukebox"

do the spiderverse kids all have. slightly different meme cultures

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And thinking on it, night me throws morning me under the bus every day. I don't think the Me's like each other very much at all.

Don’t trust morning you. Morning you is a dick. Morning you would sell your loved ones if it got them 5 minutes of extra sleep

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Can confirm. Morning me would sacrifice afternoon me for a few extra minutes of sleep.

Don’t trust morning you. Morning you is a dick. Morning you would sell your loved ones if it got them 5 minutes of extra sleep

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This. Something I've become painfully aware of lately is that time is so unteal to me that I can't even grasp it passing. The other day I was thinking about selling my truck. I started calculating how much I've spent on emergency repairs since I bought it, and how much I'd have to sell it for to just break even on it when I realized that I bought the thing 3 and a half years ago. In quick succession my brain flashed with two other facts: this truck was bought to replace a car that was totaled the first week at my current job, and I had moved into this house a few months prior to getting this job. Which means I've been here 4 years. I have no sense of that time having passed, or of having been that much younger when either of those events happened.

i wonder what life without an spinning, clogged up ADHD brain is like

understanding the concept of time? being able to clearly plan ahead?? completing assignments in a timely fashion?????

60% of the time i am talking i don’t even know what i am saying

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Recently reread some journals I kept as a kid. Can’t say I really recognize myself in them. One thing I can say for certain though, is that kid needed an ass kicking. Just, the kind of thinking that leads to some of the things he (I) wrote down.... It’s broken is what it is. Single-minded obsession that changed directions on a dime, a severely warped sense of what was appropriate when dealing with love interests, and don’t get me started on his writing. Not talking bad writing here, as it was age appropriate writing style, and adapted with the perceived purpose of the journal (written like letters early on, moving to a more conversational tone as he (I) got older). 

Here’s the thing. These were written from me, to me. No one else was ever intended to see them. So when I look at the word choice in some passages, or the concepts being expressed there...I know I used words as a facade as a kid when dealing with adults. I’d use bigger words than I was sure of, and fancier or more formal language in order to maintain, I suppose, a sense of control over how I was perceived. But again, these were meant for /my/ eyes, and the same crap was being written down. Almost like past-me was attempting to rewrite the past he was living in by making stumbles seem intentional, or by asserting as fact that /of course/ I’d end up married to the girl I was crushing on. 

I’ve often thought about the advice I’d pass on to past-me if I ever went back in time. But reading that shit? Yeah. If I ever get a time machine past-me is getting the shit kicked out of him.

Most irritating part? For about 10 years, on my birthday, I pulled the old journals out to reread them. And for 6 years none of that shit struck me as odd. Here I am about 20 years after the last entry and I have no idea how any version of me could have /not/ seen how broken I sound. And even now I can still remember when I wrote some of the more fucked up shit. Find it kind of squicky to think I have any part of that still in me, even if it’s just the memory of putting those thoughts to paper (without being able to recall having had them anymore).

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This sounds cool. Can't wait to see the final product :-)

Hello!

Do you like gothic tales? Do you like romance? Do you like both of those things together? You do? Then read on!

Would you like to read a comic about a pre-settler Sioux gothic romance? How about a comic about a queer revolutionary interracial ghost romance in 1970s Brazil? A comic set in rural 1940s Ontario with monstrous mothers who love too much? (I wrote that last one!)

Then you should definitely support Gothic Tales of Haunted Love, the newest project from Bedside Press.

Includes a story written by me, Katie West, and illustrated by the utterly talented Ray Fawkes. 

Get it now! 

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Figured I'd share this here. I've begun posting my photography there, and will occasionally be posting my other creative projects there.

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Just realized I hadn't shared this yet. I'm using this site to host my creative work these days. Most recent post was the Lost Naiad photoshoot (soon to be updated), but there's more on the way.

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Headcannon: Anne of Green Gables

Growing up, any time AoGG aired on PBS, my mother took over the TV to watch it. Suffice it to say I saw quite a bit of the series (first three movies anyway). So of course I had to see what they did with the remake on Netflix. Didn’t care at first for the grim-dark take on it, but a lot of what happens makes a lot more sense with the new backstory, though credit is also due to the actors, director, and writers for making a fantastic show. After finishing it, I realized I didn’t know how much was new, and how much I’d missed in my other viewings, so of course I started watching Anne of Green Gables (1985). Having finished the first two movies I’ve developed a headcannon. The story is told through the lens of an unreliable narrator, in much the way the later seasons of Roseanne are revealed to have been done. Haven’t read the book, but as with all headcannon, that’s not necessarily a bad thing when it comes to an interesting story.

Premise: Anne of Green Gables (1985) is told from the perspective of a writer, who is trying to rewrite the parts of their life they didn’t like.

Assumptions: 

Katherine (from the Ladies College) is the /real/ “author” whose story is being read.

The events of The Sequel are primarily taken from her last class.

She was never in Avonlea

The ‘Cannon: Katherine’s parents died when she was quite young, leaving her to bounce from one relatives house to another till she was old enough to go to school and work. She learned to read on their libraries collections, though they did not read (for pleasure) themselves. Feeling blamed for her parents’ deaths, she worked hard, and left for college at the first opportunity. She took a job as a teacher, working from job to job, till she’d payed them back in full. Whether they had truly hated her or not before, the manner in which she payed them back left a sour taste in everyone’s throats that they never got over. 

During her time teaching she tried, and failed, to get published, and so she started rewriting her life the way she’d wanted it to have been: a loving home, a beautiful countryside, a few successes in her writing career, and even a little romance. She started writing the book we’re viewing when she first went to the ladies college, and she was principal, and 15 years on, by the time she submitted it for publication.

Gilbert Blythe was a boy she went to school with, with whom she competed for top honors. He invited her to dances and other social functions for a while, before taking her constant refusals seriously and moving on. He got married and died of Scarlet Fever, both of which she had to rewrite in her retelling, as she had never found someone else, and the “romance” of it suited her aesthetic. 

Diana Barry was the “friend in the watch face” we hear about in both the 1985 film, and the Netflix series. Growing up she was so lonely that she imagined a friend who lived behind the glass in the grandfather clock in her “uncle”’s home, perhaps after a reading of Through the Looking Glass. One day while her guardians were out of the house, and while exploring the library, she stumbled on the liquor cabinet key. She imagined it as the key to a great treasure, and ran to tell her “friend” about it’s discovery in her usual purple-prose filled way. When asked later to explain why she drank two decanters of whiskey from the liquor cabinet, she swore she hadn’t, and insisted that Diana was the one who drank it. Not knowing what to do with a child who seemed to be out of her mind, she was sent on to the next relative’s house. Which is where the “two week separation” we hear about in the story comes from.

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What’s the sitch?

Alright, so he’s met someone he’s into, but he’s not sure if the feeling’s mutual. He’s trying to be upfront about what he’s looking for, and what he can offer, but he’s just not sure they’re on the same page. I suppose it could be he’s not sure she’s interested at all. Or maybe he’s not sure they’re both looking for the same thing out of the relationship. I suppose it’s possible for the verses to progress from the former to the later. 

Maybe something like:

Verse 1: He’s seen her, but they haven’t talked yet.

Verse 2: They’ve interacted, but he doesn’t know if she’s into him or just being friendly.

Verse 3: He’s pretty sure she’s interested, but wants to make sure they’re on the same page on what he’s looking for/what he can provide.

But I feel like the narrative would be stronger if I stuck to one or the other. Not sure

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What I’m up to

Among other projects, I’m trying to write a song. I’ve had a line stuck in my head, and I want to expand it to a full song. A song I’d want to hear. It’s about a guy who’s interested in a woman he’s met, but wants to make sure the interest is mutual before he starts pursuing her. Not the most romantic topic for a love song, but there’s a great deal fewer songs on this than on other area’s of romance. 

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Mr Robot Reveal

While I can see how most of the season fits into the reveal that he’s in jail (likely as a result of the jailbreak, or being found with the corpse), some of the scenes don’t quite make sense to me. I get that the people running the site were probably guards. But why did his sister act like he could just walk out whenever he wanted? Why did Mr Robot act like getting in front of a terminal was a given?

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Worldbuilding

While I sit here hopped up on cold medicine, not sure whether awake or asleep, wanted to get this down. What does a world look like where the Second Amendment left out the “to keep” part of “to keep and bear arms”. Short version is that the populace has the right to take up arms against the government, but isn’t allowed to own them outright. I’m imagining well maintained armories funded by state governments, free gun safety and target practice X hours a month, More distance, maybe animosity, between state and federal governments. Something more akin to a federation of independent states, than a unified front. 

Not sure what to do with this, but I’ll let it simmer.

#SHINY BAUBLES

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This.