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If I were a boy, I'd... do more meme'ing.
Progress on TEF has been like pulling teeth for the past couple of weeks. RL has been keeping me super busy, leaving me little time to write and, subsequently, meet deadlines. In that respect, this weekend has been a real blessing (along with the very patient, very awesome betas accompanying me on the crazy TEF rollercoaster).
I'm giddy and feeling awesome. And like another meme :O (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mathkid, I still owe your comment a reply. That particular one deserves a good response.)
Association Meme: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
Viajuxtaposie. I claim no responsibility for the items she put on my list!
1) POWERPUFF GIRLS (emphasis hers :P)
I loved them since they first aired as a 7-minute short on the What A Cartoon! Show. It only spiraled out from there into absolute madness. (Holy crap, I was 9 when I first saw it guys.) Loved the second short, went into fits when I found out it was becoming a series in 1998... it wasn't my first fandom, by any means, but it's the one that's stuck with me the longest, for sure. I thought what kept me a fan was the pop culture references and the fact that it wasn't just a show that was strictly for kids, but as I got older I realized there were other things coming into play. I developed a real affinity for the graphic art style of the show; my art tastes continue to lean in that highly stylized direction (and I'm disappointed there isn't a lot of animation that goes that route nowadays). Around the time of the movie I read this article by Heather Havrilesky (who is an awesome TV columnist for salon.com, btw) and had a bit of an epiphany about how incredible it was to be putting forth female characters who weren't hypersexualized or mere sidekicks, but real kids, who were funny and cute and smart and kicked ass. This is going to sound stupid, but I actually hold the show responsible for a lot of what I decided to do with my life. It made certain choices about my future very clear for me, and I'm a happier woman for it. I wish there was another show out there like this right now (why all the boy cartoons now, CTN?). I could use more characters like Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup in my life, less Bratz, Bellas, and media about women who fuck up their lives only to have their rich Prince Charming swoop in to save them. (Seriously, how fucking ridiculous is that.) Well, at least Bratz are gone. Thanks to, um. Barbie. (Who, granted, is neat in her own right, but has still become fairly fucking ridiculous herself.)
2) Amazing fanfic porn
JOSIE WHY WOULD YOU ASSOCIATE ME WITH THIS I'VE ONLY WRITTEN ONE REALLY PORN-Y THING, EVER.
Um. Believe it or not, livejournal, slash!fic and the Harry Potter fandom is largely responsible. In college I really latched onto slash!fic for various reasons, H/D in particular, and, after rooting through the meager offerings on ff.net, somehow fumbled my way into the H/D comms on lj. My brain. It exploded. The fic was so good. SO. GOOD. I was disgusted with how incredible it was. I never wrote H/D fic (save for drabbles for friends, but that was different) because I was so satiated with the quality of H/D fic out there that I never had any of my own stories for the couple to get out of my system. It was that good, seriously. I read stuff that put me in tears, had me literally ROTFL (I MEAN IT, I THOUGHT THAT WAS JUST A TURN OF PHRASE, I DID NOT THINK IT WAS ACTUALLY POSSIBLE), and got me all—dare I say it—hot and bothered (this had not previously been possible with other NC-17 and PWP fic I'd stumbled on in other fandoms). It was just so easy to find well-written fic there, and it made me want to be a better writer myself. (Like most people who fancy themselves writers, I am perpetually working on this.)
3) Buttercup
Oh, Buttercup. My precious little girl in green. I love you. Blossom occasionally moves in and tries to take over, but I always come back to you. You, who are so kickass. You're the meanest, yes, and the coolest, and of course you are the toughest fighter, and that's all good and wonderful, but that's not why I love you. I love you for your faults, your insecurities. I love that you hide it behind your tough girl facade, and in doing so, wear every last one of your issues on your sleeve, exposed for everyone to see but only recognizable to those are really looking closely. You're so vulnerable, more so than your blue-eyed sister, and feel your middle-child syndrome so keenly that it breaks my heart. For being a two-dimensional character, and almost a stereotype at that, you're still so vividly defined. That's the beauty of it, how simple you (and your sisters!) appear to be on the surface, both literally and figuratively, but it's when you start interacting with each other that all these complexities come to light, what you say to each other with your words and your silence that sharpens your edges and makes you three so real. You especially. It's magic, you're magic, and I love you. You will always be my favorite, forever. (Don't tell Blossom.)
4) Clothes
This is random and awesome. I love boots. I love peacoats. I love hats (Fedoras especially, oh my God do I ever love Fedoras). I only wear socks with patterns on them and find myself particularly happy with socks I bought on sale at Aeropostale, believe it or not. I look fan-freaking-tastic in this ribbed cotton turtleneck sweater from Victoria's Secret and need about eleventy-billion more in my life. I own, like, over fifty pairs of underwear, most of which I need to get rid of because I decided at one point bikini-cuts were the most comfortable but that is not the case, God it is not the case, and I need to replace them all with Victoria's Secret lo-rise briefs (I only have one pair of these and naturally IT IS THE BEST UNDERWEAR I OWN). On the subject of underwear, I love bras that fit. Yes, this is significant. It is hard to find bras that fit. I have only one that fits me absolutely perfectly. Garter belts and thigh highs are like the sexiest combination ever. I love men's ties and try to wear one at least once a week. I've been looking for a plain white tie, actually, so if you find one, let me know. I love suspenders, I swear they're the coolest accessory. I don't just love boots (knee-high boots in particular), I love shoes. I do not like showing my feet because I think feet are the ugliest body parts, bar none, with the exception of certain genital variations, yeah I said that and am unapologetic, but am coming to terms with sandals because it is impossible to exist in this state without footwear that allows your feet to breathe. Pretty much every t-shirt I own has a cartoon character on it, and as a result I am always mistaken for a twelve-year old, which wigs the s.o. out (the pigtails do not help). I am working on owning more blazers, because women in suits are hot and I want to be that type of lady. I could use a winter dress and an A-line skirt, and a corset if I could figure out how to incorporate it into my wardrobe without looking like I'm prepping for a Ren fair or a gothic vamp party (note: have not been to either; not really my scene).
5) Awesomeness (oh geez)
I am only as awesome as the type of people I surround myself with. I happen to surround myself with awesome people, who are themselves heartbreakingly funny, beautiful, and poetic on a daily basis. I have two very awesome people right now beta'ing an epic undertaking of a fic. That too is only as awesome as the people who handle it, and I can't elevate it to epic levels of awesomeness without help.
So maybe I'm less awesome than I am lucky. ♥.
I'm giddy and feeling awesome. And like another meme :O (
mathkid, I still owe your comment a reply. That particular one deserves a good response.)Association Meme: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
Via
juxtaposie. I claim no responsibility for the items she put on my list!1) POWERPUFF GIRLS (emphasis hers :P)
I loved them since they first aired as a 7-minute short on the What A Cartoon! Show. It only spiraled out from there into absolute madness. (Holy crap, I was 9 when I first saw it guys.) Loved the second short, went into fits when I found out it was becoming a series in 1998... it wasn't my first fandom, by any means, but it's the one that's stuck with me the longest, for sure. I thought what kept me a fan was the pop culture references and the fact that it wasn't just a show that was strictly for kids, but as I got older I realized there were other things coming into play. I developed a real affinity for the graphic art style of the show; my art tastes continue to lean in that highly stylized direction (and I'm disappointed there isn't a lot of animation that goes that route nowadays). Around the time of the movie I read this article by Heather Havrilesky (who is an awesome TV columnist for salon.com, btw) and had a bit of an epiphany about how incredible it was to be putting forth female characters who weren't hypersexualized or mere sidekicks, but real kids, who were funny and cute and smart and kicked ass. This is going to sound stupid, but I actually hold the show responsible for a lot of what I decided to do with my life. It made certain choices about my future very clear for me, and I'm a happier woman for it. I wish there was another show out there like this right now (why all the boy cartoons now, CTN?). I could use more characters like Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup in my life, less Bratz, Bellas, and media about women who fuck up their lives only to have their rich Prince Charming swoop in to save them. (Seriously, how fucking ridiculous is that.) Well, at least Bratz are gone. Thanks to, um. Barbie. (Who, granted, is neat in her own right, but has still become fairly fucking ridiculous herself.)
2) Amazing fanfic porn
JOSIE WHY WOULD YOU ASSOCIATE ME WITH THIS I'VE ONLY WRITTEN ONE REALLY PORN-Y THING, EVER.
Um. Believe it or not, livejournal, slash!fic and the Harry Potter fandom is largely responsible. In college I really latched onto slash!fic for various reasons, H/D in particular, and, after rooting through the meager offerings on ff.net, somehow fumbled my way into the H/D comms on lj. My brain. It exploded. The fic was so good. SO. GOOD. I was disgusted with how incredible it was. I never wrote H/D fic (save for drabbles for friends, but that was different) because I was so satiated with the quality of H/D fic out there that I never had any of my own stories for the couple to get out of my system. It was that good, seriously. I read stuff that put me in tears, had me literally ROTFL (I MEAN IT, I THOUGHT THAT WAS JUST A TURN OF PHRASE, I DID NOT THINK IT WAS ACTUALLY POSSIBLE), and got me all—dare I say it—hot and bothered (this had not previously been possible with other NC-17 and PWP fic I'd stumbled on in other fandoms). It was just so easy to find well-written fic there, and it made me want to be a better writer myself. (Like most people who fancy themselves writers, I am perpetually working on this.)
3) Buttercup
Oh, Buttercup. My precious little girl in green. I love you. Blossom occasionally moves in and tries to take over, but I always come back to you. You, who are so kickass. You're the meanest, yes, and the coolest, and of course you are the toughest fighter, and that's all good and wonderful, but that's not why I love you. I love you for your faults, your insecurities. I love that you hide it behind your tough girl facade, and in doing so, wear every last one of your issues on your sleeve, exposed for everyone to see but only recognizable to those are really looking closely. You're so vulnerable, more so than your blue-eyed sister, and feel your middle-child syndrome so keenly that it breaks my heart. For being a two-dimensional character, and almost a stereotype at that, you're still so vividly defined. That's the beauty of it, how simple you (and your sisters!) appear to be on the surface, both literally and figuratively, but it's when you start interacting with each other that all these complexities come to light, what you say to each other with your words and your silence that sharpens your edges and makes you three so real. You especially. It's magic, you're magic, and I love you. You will always be my favorite, forever. (Don't tell Blossom.)
4) Clothes
This is random and awesome. I love boots. I love peacoats. I love hats (Fedoras especially, oh my God do I ever love Fedoras). I only wear socks with patterns on them and find myself particularly happy with socks I bought on sale at Aeropostale, believe it or not. I look fan-freaking-tastic in this ribbed cotton turtleneck sweater from Victoria's Secret and need about eleventy-billion more in my life. I own, like, over fifty pairs of underwear, most of which I need to get rid of because I decided at one point bikini-cuts were the most comfortable but that is not the case, God it is not the case, and I need to replace them all with Victoria's Secret lo-rise briefs (I only have one pair of these and naturally IT IS THE BEST UNDERWEAR I OWN). On the subject of underwear, I love bras that fit. Yes, this is significant. It is hard to find bras that fit. I have only one that fits me absolutely perfectly. Garter belts and thigh highs are like the sexiest combination ever. I love men's ties and try to wear one at least once a week. I've been looking for a plain white tie, actually, so if you find one, let me know. I love suspenders, I swear they're the coolest accessory. I don't just love boots (knee-high boots in particular), I love shoes. I do not like showing my feet because I think feet are the ugliest body parts, bar none, with the exception of certain genital variations, yeah I said that and am unapologetic, but am coming to terms with sandals because it is impossible to exist in this state without footwear that allows your feet to breathe. Pretty much every t-shirt I own has a cartoon character on it, and as a result I am always mistaken for a twelve-year old, which wigs the s.o. out (the pigtails do not help). I am working on owning more blazers, because women in suits are hot and I want to be that type of lady. I could use a winter dress and an A-line skirt, and a corset if I could figure out how to incorporate it into my wardrobe without looking like I'm prepping for a Ren fair or a gothic vamp party (note: have not been to either; not really my scene).
5) Awesomeness (oh geez)
I am only as awesome as the type of people I surround myself with. I happen to surround myself with awesome people, who are themselves heartbreakingly funny, beautiful, and poetic on a daily basis. I have two very awesome people right now beta'ing an epic undertaking of a fic. That too is only as awesome as the people who handle it, and I can't elevate it to epic levels of awesomeness without help.
So maybe I'm less awesome than I am lucky. ♥.
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(And I HAVE been to both a goth vamp party (or a few dozen) and a Ren faire, and corsets go good with jeans and heals... just fyi (: )