#i can't avoid it

[s0ckh3adstudios]

i can't take it anymore EVERYWHERE I GO I SEE HIS FACE

[jasvvy]

german suplexing authors live on stream. 

[princessandshopkeeper]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s the last day of Shiyori Week 2018, and I got super sappy. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bleach Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hirako Shinji/Sarugaki Hiyori, Shihouin Yoruichi/Urahara Kisuke Characters: Hirako Shinji, Sarugaki Hiyori, Shihouin Yoruichi, Urahara Kisuke Additional Tags: also slight Matsumoto Rangiku/Kurosaki Isshin, Look they're my favorite rare pair, and fit my plot purposes, Weddings, Fluff, just pure fluff Summary:

It's time for the Shinigami wedding of the century. Hiyori's not excited to attend, but Shinji convinces her it'll be fun. Will it though?

[iamjaynaemarie]

I need a moment. I’m back to answering questions about Thranduil again. I don’t want to, but I have to, I know. I think now the only difference between me and Lee Pace is the fact that he’s a guy and I’m a girl when it comes to Thranduil. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t anticipate this. I was hoping this would happen after I was dead like every respectable writer, @fortunatelyclevercandy. I just wish I knew if this thing is popular because it’s good or because I have an uncanny talent for mimicking sounds and my Thranduil talks like Lee.

Some guy asked me about why I don’t like all the attention outside of just interacting with readers

1) I suck at it.

2) I feel like I’m being interrogated and it makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong even if I haven’t done anything wrong.

3) I always have flashbacks to that red carpet thing--when I got out of the car in front of the Egyptian Theater in L.A. to attend the Italian Film Festival and I was met with flashbulbs and yelling and all I remember is the door at the end of the carpet getting further and further away and I couldn’t get there fast enough. I felt horrible because I had two actors in two films that day and I was representing my talent agency. I hyperventilated and Chad Lowe had to get me a paper bag. I was so traumatized, they brought the car around to the alley so I didn’t have to go out the front. I’m not the only one that has panic attacks (Meatloaf is just as bad), but the thought of having to return to that scares me.

4) Doing this is hard enough with family--I don't have anyone to stand with me through all this. I’m all alone and furthermore, I’m afraid that if this book does get published, my family won’t like it. They tend not to like it when I do well. The only time my sister cared I got a voice over job for Li’l Amazing Ashley was when Oprah Winfrey gave out a couple hundred of them to poor girls in Africa so she had to tell the world her sister was the voice of the doll. My family’s like that. Just love me when something like that happens--not really any other time. I think I like pretending I’m a failure so they’ll be happy. No matter what I do, whenever I’m good at it, they notice and take the credit for it. I always hated being good at anything--I never enjoyed what I did even if I loved it. I was the only person not in my own high school graduation picture--my birth mother and adopted mother kinda pushed me out of it.

5) I always think people are thinking that I’m better than they are--no matter what I do. I don’t think about myself that much. I think I’m rather boring if you must know. I just like what I do. I’m not competing with anyone. I’ve been talked about a lot--none of it good. Nothing the least bit true, but it’s not the first time I’ve had to deal with it. I’m from Hollywood; you can’t go a block anywhere that someone isn’t talking bad about someone--sometimes it’s true, but often it’s not. It bothers me, but not enough to stop what I do because I love it too much to give it up. 

I just think of the story in all of this mess. I want it to be good for my dad and to live up to what Tolkien might have liked. He was a professor after all. He taught about what he wrote and the history of such things. It’s a tradition just like playwriting is Shakespearean. I just want it to be good enough for them so they are always in my thoughts--dad and Professor Tolkien--when I write. I’m humbled when people think it’s good enough to sit on a bookshelf next to Tolkien, but I didn’t write it for that purpose. I just love writing is all. I think everyone is talented in their own way--they just have to find their story and tell it. This is just how I write. I don’t think about if I’m good, I just want the story to be--has nothing to do with me.

6) My hair is a mess; seriously. I just cut it off not long ago--not all of it, it’s still long on top. I had to; I was so stressed out about six months ago, I pulled most of it out. It grows fast, and most of it has grown back, but still, it’s a mess.

Looks a little like this, @fortunatelyclevercandy. Just a little longer. I don’t have a beard, thankfully. My hair is that color, though--especially in summer when the red and gold highlights show up and people think I dyed it. As a girl, of course I worry about appearances--the more this book gets noticed, the more anxious I get because there is really no way the world isn’t going find this fascinating--I’m a little black Country girl abandoned at a hospital at birth from nowhere that wrote a book about a tall blonde-haired Elvenking. Not just any Elvenking, but the Elvenking of Mirkwood. I don’t think it’s remarkable or unique, but considering who played the Elvenking in Jackson’s film trilogy, that is a lot of pressure--even if my king is more Tolkien than Jackson. He’s gorgeous, let’s not beat around the bush. Lee Pace is drop dead gorgeous--blond or otherwise. For the rest of his life, Lee Pace will be Thranduil--no matter what he does. He was very good, too. To have someone like me to come up from behind telling that story he didn’t know he was telling me just being Thranduil and putting it into Middle Earth isn’t easy; he’s a hard act to follow.

We are both Thranduil. I literally am becoming known for being Thranduil now myself (because I wrote Book II from his point of view) to the point I had to change my Facebook profile photo to Thranduil so people Googling me know who they were looking for and whether we know it or not, we are two parts of the same character created by Tolkien and that will be forever. 

I do look like my avatar, and if it’s pretty, I give credit to the photographer (Alan Weissman). But that was the same year I met the elusive stranger--I gave him that and another headshot for some reason) and now I’m skinnier and paler having my illness go into remission but I like to look presentable. It’s a girl thing. I don’t want to look like I have been in a barn with a rooster.

If doing this book has taught me anything is that when you get past 2000 readers being confused with the grandfather and creator of the high fantasy genre and are tagged so much with Lee Pace people literally can’t seem to separate us from Thranduil, the odds of remaining obscure is probably not in my favor. And making the announcement I have to make at some point isn’t going to make this any easier. I have to decide between what my family wants and what I want--more so now than ever. That’s a hard thing to do and made harder still by the fact I have to do it alone.

I doubt anyone will remember me as Oropher or Legolas as much as Thranduil--I started this journey as Thranduil. I didn’t write the story from the POV of an onlooker. I couldn’t tell this story any other way but through the eyes of Thranduil. I don’t think this story could be told by anyone but Thranduil. I don’t regret that for one minute because I wrote what I felt should be written and will continue the same why whether I’m Orothôn, Oropher or Legolas. 

This is the only thing that sets me apart from any other story. This is what came from inside of me. I’ve written many things but this was the first time I’ve written a book and from a place inside of me. I lived every minute of every word I wrote. If that makes me an author worth publishing, then let me become a real book one day.

“I am Thranduil, Elvenking of Mirkwood.”

[spectre-squared]

doing math homework for uni. everything is fine. until i get to the question about fucking weight loss.

i want to kill whoever wrote these fucking questions.

[slightly-artsy-nonsense]

How do you ask your (adult) housemate to start washing his hands after using the bathroom without making it sound like you’re listening to them when they’re in the toilet? Asking for a friend.

[frankensteindotpdf]

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[thehobbitbadger]

I had a meeting with a pet sitter today to tell him how to take care of Charlie while I’m away. Like a proper Slovene mistress of the house I cleaned and vacuumed the whole flat and then of course told him not to bother taking his shoes off, because I need to vacuum anyway.