I'm doing a 'letter to my future self' and it's so strange to think that I'm asking questions to a myself and myself then will already know all the answers but myself right now is clueless and wont know the answers til myself then reads the letter. Does that even make sense?
"...something we both knew well enough (without saying it out loud)"
"War of the Foxes" by Richard Siken // It: Chapter Two dir. Andy Muschietti // IT by Stephen King // "The Trap" dir. Robert Singer // The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
i always forget how completely insane the richie-clown part of it 2 is like. the close up on him touching that boy's hand. finn wolfhard is called slurs. adrian hate crime bumps past bill hader and says see you there handsome. you wanna play truth or dare. you wouldn't want anyone to pick truth would you.
"... I began thinking of how my own hands work upon a body. How they do things both beautiful and awful—to gently trace a throat in one moment, to hold it tightly in another—a type of sweet wreckery that makes me feel godlike and helpless all at once."
adelynn fic writing debut ?? in 2024 ??? about destiel ?????? unfortunately far more likely than you'd think. anyway make some noise for memory alteration and stabbing/penetration imagery‼️
i recently revisited this essay that i wrote in a fury after months of directing a production of the bacchae under these same principles, and i figured i'd share it again because i'm trying to get better about promoting my writing :)
you know what i'll say it. dean winchester could do richie bill hader it 2 clown hate crime "see you there handsome" "let's play truth or dare you wouldn't want anyone to pick truth wouldn't want anyone to know what you're hiding." and i think richie could do "you're hoping castiel will return to you i admire your loyalty i only wish he felt the same."
for unclear reasons ive recently been on twitter way more and tumblr way less. this was a mistake. i spend 30 minutes on tumblr and i'm like oh yeah this is way more fun. wtf am i doing over there.