Ragana Makes Things

AO3 Fic Masterlist Pinterest She/They, Multifandom, Multimedium creative. I do not accept commission work for fandom projects but do take requests! Feel free to send an ask, or to pop into my inbox to discuss if you have fanart/fanfiction you’d like to see made (or if you just want to chat, that’s fine too)!

[ragana62]

Broke: Johanna Mason is straight

Woke: Johanna Mason is a lesbian

Bespoke: Johanna Mason, being from District 7 which is in the PNW, is functionally the closest the Hunger Games gets to having Corin Tucker from Sleater Kinney and thus is bisexual and should join Katniss’s eventual post-war band they’re all using to cope with the bullshit in lieu of (or ideally in addition to) therapy. And someone really should break into Plutarch’s fancy family archives and steal her a copy of All Hands on the Bad One because she deserves to know You’re No Rock n’ Roll Fun exists.

[ragana62]

Just killed the biggest fly I’ve ever seen in my studio with a copy of The Art of War. Obviously that can go in my donate pile while I’m trying to slim down on stuff to pack for the move… I have learned all it has to teach me.

[ragana62]

Also. Album is almost done. I had a little too much fun playing around with Ableton and had to retrack the whole thing and I’m up to 18 songs so some will need to be cut, but the point is, I’m trying to finish that before I move at the end of the month. Once that’s done and I’m in a new state, we will be back to our regular bs. See you all properly in June (or, you know, you can say hi. That’s always cool too. I’m just a little imaginary when every free minute is spent shoving things into boxes or donate piles and/or trying to make things sound good because this project needs to be done before I go and have to figure out the acoustics of a new space)

[ragana62]

Just killed the biggest fly I’ve ever seen in my studio with a copy of The Art of War. Obviously that can go in my donate pile while I’m trying to slim down on stuff to pack for the move… I have learned all it has to teach me.

[ragana62]

So. I’ve been MIA for a bit. Sorry for that. Life’s been life-ing. Little update for all of you though:

1. Fanfics. Yes I’m still writing them. Yes there will be updates for a bunch of them soon. Like probably this weekend soon. Sorry it took me so long, this was supposed to be a little self care break and then everything went crazy then I started working on a new project.

2. Asks/Requests. If you sent me an ask or request like last year at this point, or have been waiting for me to respond to your messages, sorry. I haven’t been on here so much because of said new project. I’m getting to those too. Maybe not this weekend but soon.

3. New Project. So I said I was doing it… but I’m actually making music again. Like proper, pop-punk meets grunge, all the nonsense, there’s a blog on my website because I’m going full retro with it, music. There’s like 13 songs, they’re mostly done, I’m really excited about that. I’m not really going to talk about that a ton in specific detail here because I keep my internet lives a little separate and that one has like personal info attached to it… but if we’ve chatted, or if we haven’t chatted but you’re here anyway and you want to chat about what I’ve been up to, I’m open to asks/being asked about it in DMs/whatever, because I’m very excited. Paperwork is insane, but like, I’ve been filing for trademarks and starting LLCs and building websites and recording and producing all the instruments and vocals for a full ass album that will exist on the internet in like a few months, which is kind of insane, and I’m kind of very excited about it. But that’s why I’ve been a bit AFK, because writing those took time and recording and producing those took time and I’m having a very good time with it and am also taking it fairly seriously tbh, even if I hate having to learn about all the other social media platforms I never wanted to be on again because they’re a necessary evil.

That’s it, pretty much. That’s the update. I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled bullshit soon, but hi! I promise I’m not dead, just creatively pre-occupied.

[ragana62]

So, new year new me is being taken very literally this year I see…

Con: I have no job out of nowhere, am probably about to move across the country again, and things feel medium on fire personally as well as the generalized ambient ‘everything is on fire’ feeling that has been going on for a while now.

Pro: I am now feeling very motivated to do all the creative and major life change things I’ve been thinking about doing for a while now, because what else am I going to do while figuring shit out!

Anyway, anyone want to help me decide if I should re-spec into a proper luthier because I figured out it isn’t actually that difficult to find proper guitar building classes where I might be moving, if I should just say fuck it and spend the next few months actually writing that fucking book, finally actually get the PhD I’ve been fucking around thinking about, or just go crash on my friend’s couch for the next month or two while we finish up writing and recording this weird little album we’ve been working on? All of it maybe? I’m kind of thinking all of it…

[autismgaysparklez-deactivated202]

re-posting bc reblogs got turned off etc

[ongreenergrasses]

I want to say this Thing about beetress but I’m not coherent enough rn. goddamn you higher education

[ongreenergrasses]

fuck coherency. a lot of takes on beetress and Wiress specifically are completely steeped in ableism. many of you cannot conceive that a disabled woman could be the object of romantic and/or sexual desire and it shows

[ashtrayangell]

Not friends, not lovers, but a secret third thing. So deeply entwined in the fabric of each other’s souls that you couldn’t pry them apart with a crowbar. Codependency to the point where it’s wildly inconvenient to both the plot and also every single other person around within a 50 mile radius. We are either saving the world together or ending it. He is half of my soul. Etc, etc.

[skeletomez]

when your favorite ao3 author posts something in a fandom you don’t know so you lowk binge the entire source material just to read this peak fiction

[sadalmostlesbian]

It's embarrassing how quickly I forget about asks in my inbox

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[starg0ld]

[kaity--did]

millennial cringe

The online obsession with "cringe" is an alt right pipe line that I refuse to fall victim to. If you cringe because of how I live and love that's a deficiency in your personality not mine my sweet anon

Also you're on fucking tumblr.com the millennial cringe general store like be so fucking for real right now

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[eddies-ashtray]

luv how male animals gotta fucking dance around and cry and shit for female attention and sex. and then men irl complain about fat women and body hair like get on ur fucking knees and beg me actually

[eddies-ashtray]

like these tarantulas dude?? the male has to tap out a rhythm she likes and if she doesn’t?? she’ll literally eat him.

[caustic-light]

Alpha males: "This is nature. You don't see animals acting like queers don't you?"

90% of nature documentaries: "Until now the female has been very impressed by the males drag performance of Orwell's Homage To Catalonia, soundtracked exclusively by Maria Carey songs. A demanding performance like that knows to impress. But... Oh No... One note in the final tune was one cent flat. It doesn't look good for the male now. She is ordering an orbital laser strike to burn his beautifully groomed plumage from space. It will take all year to regrow, effectively ending this one's mating season early. Better luck next time, little guy. Women are a tough audience."

[mendingbone]

*walks up to ur ocs* so who would fuck their clone and who would have an existential crisis about clones?

EXCELLENT QUESTIONS.

loey has a psychosexual obsession with her clone and she is far too fried and exhausted and hollow to feel much of anything about it at all. river feels about her counterpart the way you would feel about a particularly interesting and sweet puppy you see online.

adam HATES loey’s clone. when loey dies, all she’s left with is the loey clone she never wanted, a version that is such a departure from the person she loved, it’s Too Much to grapple with while grieving who she lost. she fantasizes frequently and in detail about killing her and it bringing loey back. she fantasizes about killing herself and it fixing everything. all this to say that she Would fuck her clone but she would also have an existential crisis about how this Obviously means that she is the evil one of the two.

audrey….. would fuck her clone. they’re doing lines off each others backs and getting matching glittery tramp stamps to commemorate the union. when she veers too close to Thinking About It clone audrey makes them another round of spicy margaritas and they have sex some more. she’s god’s favorite princess and nothing has ever been wrong ever.

[whyenn-reader]

''when did we all become so performative'' idk man when the threat of being recorded at any time and posted for milions to see without your knowledge became normalised.

[ragana62]

I've always held that the rise of the current version of social media, where every aspect of everyone's lives is perpetually at risk of intentionally being recorded, uploaded, and critiqued, (and where the expectation is that everyone automatically consents to that being done to them by others by existing in public) is a not insignificant contributor to the death of a number of third spaces.

Not to downplay all the other societal and economic ones, of course, but do you know what kills a lot of subcultural club spaces (smaller explicitly under 18 or under 21 venues where a lot of people used to get their first access to music or aesthetics they wound up connecting heavily with and building communities from, under 18 or under 21 dance clubs oriented towards a variety of musical tastes, just places you can go and actually dance to music that isn't top 40's radio hits and talk to other people who like doing that too in general, those hybrid record/zine/coffee shops for hanging out in and occasionally playing gigs at that even in the suburbs I knew of one in at least every neighboring town growing up, etc. etc.) faster than even jacking up the rent and ticketmaster becoming even more of a monopoly? The very reasonable fear that someone is going to upload a video of you doing that dancing or playing that first show or printing that first hand-drawn zine or whatever else to the internet with some caption that boils down to 'lmao, cringe idiot thinks they're good enough at something to do it publicly?'.

Raising the threshold of rejection sensitivity and emotional self-regulation well beyond what your average teenager has had time to develop to engage in a lot of subculture, even fandom, means that you lose up and coming generations who would have loved and found their community in those spaces, who would be the next generation of adults to create those spaces and that art and content for the next generation, and so on. Because all of a sudden, nobody felt safe sharing their art until they thought they were so professionally good nobody could find something wrong with it, because nobody wanted to go out dancing in pits or at clubs anymore because what if some influencer films me and tells their 10 million followers that my outfit is terrible or I dance like an idiot or whatever else that is a very reasonable thing to be concerned about having happen to you, or because my blog gets found ten years later when I'm applying for jobs and as a 15 year old I said some of the same dumb things every 15 year old says at one point or another and I look unprofessional or cringe or like a bad person or whatever else.

So yeah, everyone's performing all the time now. Because we're all perpetually aware that if we are in public, there's a very good chance we could be recorded and displayed and judged for the performance we gave, so why the fuck wouldn't we be putting on the best show we could? And that's a non-zero portion of what's killing all the things we say we love, which sucks.