walking, taking the bus/train, cycling, driving, or being driven?
do you have any other stuffed children besides moooose?
something you've owned since childhood that you can't let go of
favourite flower
songs/albums/artists that shaped you
somewhere you want to go that you have yet to
favourite kid? :p
hobbies besides writing about pokemon and women?
weirdest book you ever read
a core memory—good or bad!
favourite constellation if you have one
mount rushmore of wnba players
WNBA or WCBB
favourite fruit
have you ever had a serious injury
what's your degree in?
coolest place you've visited
summer or winter
a movie that made you cry like a baby
do you wear glasses and if so what's your degree
apple or android
do you like cottage cheese
do you like green beans
do you like beans in general
coffee or tea
have you/would you climb a tree
coolest person you (or moooose) have met
your star sign, and how much you believe in astrology
dream job when you were a kid
describe your perfect day
rice or noodles (and if noodles, what kind)
favourite lesson in school
best subject in school
a popular singer you can't stand (minus taylor swift—i feel like that's probably a given)
can you swim, and if yes, do you like to?
warm lighting or white lighting
did you have a senior year quote and if so what's was it
dress or pants
thoughts on lego
a hill you'll die on
can you play any instruments
whats your most useless skill
were you that person who picked up random things during the pandemic
were you ever on any social media platforms besides tumblr?
favourite holiday
pineapple on pizza?
best type of cookie?
thats all!! have fun! answer whatever you're comfortable with :)
Answers to the interrogation under the cut because I don't want to break anyone's timeline, including mine.
1. As long as I have elbow room, I enjoy them. Takeoff is exhilarating and the ride is soothing as long as I have space to fall asleep. The biggest issue I have is that I can never get my noise-canceling headphones to work right on a plane.
2. Night. I hate getting up, but once I'm up I'm staying up.
5. None who are as deeply significant, but Moooose has a predecessor in Kiabear and a temporary partner in crime called Koaala.
6. My baby quilt is the interior of a t-shirt quilt that is in turn the interior of a Liberty quilt my dad made for me. It was the first time he really acknowledged what the W meant to me.
7. Violets. Those tough little fuckers will grow out of any sidewalk crack you let them.
12. Probably Octavia Butler's Xenogenesis Trilogy. Her aliens are very alien.
13. Sitting in a pizza shop in Chicago in 2016 after St. John's had won the Big East tournament and the autobid (this was while UConn was in the AAC), celebrating the even more unlikely tournament runs of friends at San Francisco and Hawai`i. And, of course, the moment I realized the Lynx weren't fouling at the end of Game 5.
14. idk, most nights I count myself lucky I can even see Orion's Belt.
15. nope, not touching that third rail
16. WNBA, no question. It's how I got into *all* of this- sports, fanfic, message boards. It's how I met one of my dearest friends. It's how I met my husband. College games are nice and I enjoy them. But Liberty games are home. If I had to build an eternity for myself, old MSG would be a major part of it.
17. Oranges.
18. Nope!
19. eheheheheh er about that
20. As a city, I love Chicago. But on a more granular level, we got to tour a chocolate factory in San Francisco on our honeymoon, so that was really neat.
21. Winter. You can keep putting layers on if you get cold. You run out of layers to take off eventually when it's too hot.
22. I'm not a big movie crier.
23. No.
24. Android.
25. Nope.
26. Yes. Eat your vegetables.
27. Not usually. Eat your vegetables.
28. Diet Coke my beloved
29. A very small one when I was a smol scrib.
30. You'll see Moooose's answer in about a week. Honestly, though? Probably the coolest person I ever met wasn't a celebrity, but a sixty-something grandmother who was simultaneously taking Ancient Greek, Japanese, and Russian, and at least in our Greek class was absolutely killing it. You've talked about your experiences taking Chinese- imagine taking three different languages with three different writing systems at the same time!
31. #being a libra means outsourcing your decisionmaking, but I don't take it that seriously
32. shoot, I don't remember
33. Slightly cooler than most people like, partly cloudy, a slight breeze.
34. If I have to choose a type of noodle, then I'm taking the rice option instead.
35. I went to a high school that specialized in American history. We had a whole semester that focused on Constitutional law, it was great.
36. I was a languages girly, so English and Spanish.
37. I don't listen to enough popular music to have opinions on it. Or to know what's popular. I actually liked Reputation.
38. No.
39. warm, I guess
40. kiddo, we barely figured out how to pull together a yearbook
41. Pants, and them fuckers better have pockets.
42. Older Lego, where there was more flexibility with what you could build, was way more fun than the elaborate modern sets where you can basically only build what's on the front of the box because the pieces are all specialized.
43. The Oxford/serial comma is good, proper, and correct English.
44. Nope! I am even more rhythmically challenged than Marina was pre-Saniya.
45. The concept of a useless skill is a failure of imagination.
46. I played an embarrassing amount of Wizards Unite (this was before Rowling finished her metamorphosis into Queen Bitch of TERF Island). I miss fortressing for hours on voice chat with friends all over the world, but I also don't know how much longer the community would have lasted when JKR went full mask off (we were a very queer-friendly community and at least one of my regular teammates was non-binary).
47. I started on the AOL message boards, briefly had a Xanga, still technically have a LiveJournal and a Twitter, still live on Bluesky and InsaneJournal. I skipped Facebook, Instagram, and TikTok.
48. the holy days of my people are Half-Price Candy Days, aka the days after Halloween, Easter, Valentine's Day, and Christmas. Actual holidays aren't as much fun without nearby family. I'd like Christmas more if people didn't insist on starting it in November.
49. Pineapple on nothing and especially not pizza.
50. Reverse chocolate chip (chocolate cookie, white chocolate chips)
Warning: contains scribblore, excessive nerdery, and possibly spoilery meditations on "Blood for the Blood God". There's a combo, huh?
My mother's family is Greek, and it's therefore the plurality of my heritage (my father's side being what I refer to as "Western European mutt" and/or "a box of saltines"). It's the side I've always been more fascinated by and the side that I'm closest to. I even attempted to take beginner Greek my freshman year of college! Except that I didn't read the course description closely enough and it was Classical Greek, which is like trying to get in touch with your English roots by reading untranslated Beowulf.
But it did mean that, whilst Keeping Up With The Mabreys, I immediately looked at Dara's girlfriend's name and went, "okay, homegirl is definitely from Cyprus". And then kept it moving because that's too many degrees of separation from actual fame for me to be comfortable being parasocial with.
But then it was time for "Blood for the Blood God", and musing on how convenient it was that all three of our murder girlies had found stable relationships around the same time, and how blood is so often described as tasting like copper, and how the river can either wash you clean or be the boundary of the underworld. Which meant my stupid completionist brain had to figure out where Ioanna fit into the paradigm.
A quick search confirmed my gut instinct on the last name- it literally just means "from Cyprus". (Yes, I know. C versus K.  Transliterating the Greek alphabet has come with some hiccups in the last few thousand years.) So I decided to dig into the island itself.
Truly, I thought I was going to end up at the cypress tree, which would have been fine; that's a common symbol of death in Greek mythology, and in the Western European traditions stolen from Greek mythology. And that *is* one of the suggested etymologies on Wikipedia.
But it turns out that Cyprus used to be known for mining, to the point where the metal it exported was named for the island: aes Cyprium. Upsilons are complicated, and eventually the word became cuprum, the last remnant of which lives on in the periodic table, where its symbol is still Cu.
But when "cuprum" filtered down from Latin to English, the vowels shifted. It lost a couple of letters. Picked up a couple of new ones.
These days, we call that element copper.
Yeah, I didn't expect Niya to be the odd one out either.
Bigots, TERFS, and 2024-onward Indiana bandwagoners fuck off, DNI, begone, leave me alone, etc.
(regular Fever fans are fine but if you're down with the milk you are not down with me)
Hi, I'm Rebecca. You can call me Becca, Bec, B, Scribbler, Scrib, mom, Queenie, "hey you", Roberta, Amanda, Samantha, Amy, Rachel, Reba, Rivalee... call me whatever you want as long as you don't call me Becky.
I am... let us just say I am currently in my Kiah Stokes era and I regretfully do not mean that in the "doing interesting acrobatics with Satou" sense or the "look at my championship rings" sense. Yes, I'm probably older than you. There is a decent chance I own t-shirts older than you.
She/her. Don't have strong feelings on the matter but it's polite to mention and helps normalize the presentation for other people who do.
Married. To the surprise of many and the horror of some, it's to a guy. We met before what was supposed to be a Liberty game and turned into the Great Northeast Blackout of 2003. He was a Hammon fanboy and then he met a real Rebecca :D We have no IRL children but we have a stuffed moose called Moooose, whose travels have previously been chronicled at @moooosetracks.
(Little bit bi, in the sense that I do like to look. My type in that regard is "tall, usually dark, femme, and can break me in half with minimal effort". Dark is negotiable (hi, Brionna). It's just that Kym Hampton is old enough to be my mother and I'm old enough to be Nyara Sabally's mother.)
(Femme is also negotiable but I need Alyssa Thomas to not be taking laundered Saudi money first.)
Liberty since day 1 and until I die. "This team is going to kill me" autocorrects on my phone. Game 5 was the best night of my life. (I had a daytime wedding.) #new york liberty in general; #my beloveds come home for when I love them; #this team is trying to kill me during all the other times; #i was there when it was written when digging into league history.
I root or have rooted for one to three Big East teams at any given time, none of which are UConn. Hail to the victors. Also have sundry other mid-major teams. Commentary on my Big East rooting interests can generally be found in #being in the Big East is suffering
Sometimes soccer. #are you ready for some football as a general tag; #come on you bats for Gotham specifically.
I write fanfic! You can find the more recent W stuff and sundry other fandoms at AO3 and the older RPF at my InsaneJournal (most of which is tangled up in decade-long esoteric AUs). I don't take requests, but if you end up giving me a plot bunny, you're going to get blamed for it. #fic screaming into the void is general musing on fic; #a taste of honey is previews; things related to a specific fic will be tagged "fic: FIC NAME"; #dear brain: why are you like this. is for times I am questioning myself; #my fic usually means I posted a thing.
I also edit. I love editing. Concrit is my love language.
