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kaiserbund replied to your post: I admittedly mostly just track the Fitzgerald tags...
What if I liveblogged my re-read of Gatsby at you, since it’s been so long since I’ve read it that it’d be like reading it for the first time anyway?
Like don't even tempt me because that would be the most glorious thing ever, the most glorious thing.
ldecourfeyrac replied to your post: If I didn’t spend roughly half of my waking life...
Have intense internal-monologue discussions with fictional characters, maybe? xD
kaiserbund replied to your post: If I didn’t spend roughly half of my waking life...
Have intense, one-sided internal monologues with your original characters? That way you can feel narcissistic at the same time! (I should know, I do it all the time.)
...you have no idea how much it pleases me that the two of you basically said the same thing but rest assured that it really does.
(I have of late been going to extreme lengths to avoid conversations with my Eveline, because ugh haven't I written enough about hysterical hard-drinking Victorians it's been four years Eveline we performed the play twice I wrote fanfiction of my own work good Lord, but conversations with the characters in the novel that as of yesterday I've apparently been intending to write for a year might count as productivity somehow? Fabulous.)
LATVIA because obviously
YES WELL GOOD.
Latvia: Do you believe you are brave?Ahhhh. Um, I don't...really think so. Everything that I've ever done that might be considered ~brave~ I've done more out of necessity for myself than anything else (and can we also talk for a second about how romanticising trauma as something you have to be ~so brave~ to go through is the most fucked up thing ever? Because oh my God). I've never, like, rescued a kitten or killed a bug or risked my life to save someone else or anything. Bravery is a really weird concept, actually (and a really uncomfortable one if you think about it? Wow).
'Hi'? Pff. I'd rather say 'hullo'!
1. First impression: It was so long ago, but I'm going to take a wild guess and I was most likely immediately infatuated by your blog?2. Truth is: You once drew Scott and Zelda for me; they currently reside on my bedroom wall and serve to make the room decidedly classier.3. How old do you look: Nineteen/twenty, because I'm dreadful at this question and painfully dull.4. Have you ever made me laugh: You have.5. Have you ever made me mad: Aside from mad with envy because I am not as talented/generally fabulous as you? Goodness, no.6. Best feature: ...like, everything?7. Have I ever had a crush on you: 5% of my Tumblr love, bby.8. You’re my: dear boy~9. Name in my phone: Alas, continents.10. Should you post this too? As if my narcissism would allow me to say you shouldn't.
kaiserbund replied to your post: Hemingway, Scott Fitzgerald, Tennessee Williams....
I just googled ‘death in the afternoon’ and am now weeping because I have never tried it (and probably won’t for a long time, damn my lack of friends-of-legal-drinking-age)
Oh my gosh come to the UK right now; Death In The Afternoons are incredible and will revolutionise your existence, I promise. Damn Hemingway and his flawless cocktails.
Hemingway, Scott Fitzgerald, Tennessee Williams. GO.
...I do believe we need to have serious conversation as to your recent propensity towards sending me unspeakably cruel questions, my dear.
Fuck: Why is this so difficult. Um, oh God. Williams. Almost definitely Williams. Currently. Perhaps.Marry: ...oh God why. Um, I've already used Williams? so the fact that I, um, may ship myself and Tom ever so slightly (he needed a partner who wasn't an absolute douchebag, for one thing) is sort of redundant here. Sigh: Scott. I adore him (and everyone who follows me/has been on my blog for more than three seconds is so very surprised); he is my favourite person ever; we would be a dreadful couple.Get drunk with: I almost said Scott, but, aside from the fact that such a scenario would inevitably descend rather rapidly into absolute unmitigated chaos, it might also break my heart? So: Ernest. Ernest could hold his alcohol and invented Death In The Afternoon. There we go.
3, with the caveat that it CAN'T be a Fitzgerald book OR Brideshead OR Lolita.
3. Name a book that changed your life.
...well, that is just cruel - and this is just awful, awful awful awful, but, um, when I was fourteen (which was shortly before I read Brideshead, actually; fourteen was quite the year, apparently) I read Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles. I began with Interview With The Vampire, naturally, but the "book that changed my life" was almost absolutely The Vampire Lestat. I was dealing (or not-dealing, which I suppose is the point) with what was then an extremely recent trauma; I was just about to come out for the first time (there's a ~saga~ but this is neither the time nor the place); I was, and always had been (thank you, Grandma Lois), hopelessly obsessed with anything historical: the culmination of all this meant that I fell absolutely in love with Anne Rice, intensely passionately, for what ended up being all of two months? but God. I cosplayed Lestat constantly (and insisted on his name and pronouns! God); I identified more with Armand than Claudia until I got into Lestat: The Musical, at which point I spent hours and hours listening to Claudia's songs and letting them express what I couldn't; I...frankly fancied the fuck out of Louis, and Nicki, and Gabrielle, and eventually Daniel as well. I still identify with Lestat, actually (bizarrely; maybe it's the fashion sense?), and I...probably wouldn't have survived that period (not to be dramatic at all xD) had it not been for the VCs. I took away some frankly awful fanfiction, a taste for Vivaldi, decent literature, and gothic makeup, frenetic passions for 19th-century French architecture and men with ringlets, and...just a general sense that being really fucking queer was an alright thing? And that you didn't have to be dreadful because you'd experienced dreadful things, or knew dreadful people, or were perceived as particularly dreadful by anyone else. And that you could be a rather dreadful person, anyway, and still try to be decent, and still be uncompromisingly fabulous. Anne's writing isn't at all to my taste anymore, but she's fabulous, as well.
(The Vampire Lestat also holds the distinction of being the first book to ever make me properly weep. Shhh.)
Your taste in literature is pretty great on its own tbh! (Also I almost typed 'literally' instead of 'literature'...I would say I've had too much wine but there is NO SUCH THING AS 'TOO MUCH' WINE)
The very fact that you would suggest that there might be such a thing as too much wine really indicates you ought to have some more wine, my dear. <3
