9. If you could rewrite any arc, which would it be and why?
1970PT. all the premises, rebecca, jekyll/hyde, etc, are fine on paper but the execution and pacing pisses me the hell off. Only ds arc i’ve physically struggled to sit through. A big part of the problem is the way they were hamstrung by shooting HODS simultaneously.
I wanted to see more of carolyn and will loomis’s evolving (but still doomed) relationship, and completely rework the Roxanne drew stuff so it doesn’t make me want to kill myself.
12. Opinions on the movies?
Hods will always hold a special place in my heart as my first point of contact with DS, but im favoring NODS more and more as the years pass. If i had to pick one these days, it’d be NODS hands down. DS2012 is a festering wound that might have actually killed the future of the DS franchise for real and i am not kidding
17. If you had the chance to play any character, which one would you pick?
Joshua Collins. i’m gonna get personal and admit that he hits so hard for me because of the complicated baggage i have with own high-functioning autistic parent. I’d do a joshua that’ll blast your nips clean off
Laura! She's just so unusual, a real out-of-left-field mythology that corrupts mother love into furthering her own existence. Put that together with the actress' lovely, ethereal vagueness, and I'm sold.
8. Favorite arc?
Oh, the 1795 one. The notion of a repertory theater on daytime TV with gorgeous costumes gets me every time. Youngest Brother and I at a family reunion gabbed on and on about Josette's ghastly choice, eternal life as a vampire or eternal death (at least we thought so at the time).
shades of red asks: crimson, ruby, scarlet? please and thank you!
@tortoisesshells
I would love to answer these and thank you very much for asking!
Crimson: if you could have only one photo or poster on your wall, what would it be?
- Limited to only one? I will assume I can have other artwork since the question doesn't limit soo... A photo I took of the ocean about 10 years ago. Unfortunately I don't have access to it right now or I'd show you.
Ruby: favourite pre-2000 song?
- Admitting to the world right now my #1 favorite song, Captain of Her Heart by Double. Not surprising I'm sure.
Scarlet: think of your favourite genre. what kind of media in that genre do you prefer - books, films, or tv series?
- TV. (atm) Highly visual person and lately I've found every book I pick up has been disappointing in some way. Shows can be too, but my expectations of a series is lower.
oc ask game: dealer's choice for the oc, 1, 38, 39? Please and thank you!
introducing pfc. victoria adams albert, photographer with the army pictorial service
1. nickname?
bertie (given to her by the one and only william guarnere)
38. guilty pleasure?
the chocolate bars that come with their rations. she didn't know she could miss chocolate as much as she does. she hoards them and will give them to people as a bribe to pose for photos
39. favorite choice of drink
some people (aka her best friend holly) will tell you that they're not a drink, but milkshakes are a drink and victoria loves them, especially the strawberry ones from Big Bubble Ice Cream, her local hometown shop
“If you like her, you sort of need to say something. The gazing isn’t getting you anywhere, Henry, partly because it’s hard to see at the campfire and also, she’s not a mind-reader,” Jed said but kindly, because Henry had a perpetually strangled look whenever the topic of Emma Green came up in the men counselors’ cabin unless he was drunk. He could hold his liquor pretty well, so it wasn’t often, but then he was moony and given to muttered curses.
“For once, I agree with Foster. The heart-eyes thing is a dead end. Life is for living, it’s summer, we’re young and in our prime,” Byron said. “Annie and I can save you a few rubbers, padre.”
“Byron!” Henry exclaimed. The remark, delivered in Byron’s self-satisfied baritone, somehow seemed to taint what he felt for Emma. It also reminded him that he was not nearly as satisfied, though the first day of camp, Anne had made it clear she was open for an assignation; when he’d demurred, she’d moved right on to Byron who’d given a much different response.
“What’s stopping you?” Sam asked. He was the most helpful, as usual.
“I don’t know,” Henry shrugged.
“Yes, you do,” Jed said. “All you do is think about this. Her. You have an answer.”
“It’s not so easy for me,” Henry said. Emma wasn’t the first girl he’d ever liked but she was the first he’d liked this much. It kind of floored him how much that much actually was.
“That’s because you won’t let it be,” Byron said. Shockingly, he let the chance to make a dirty comment about Henry being easy or hard pass right by.
“Emma’s parents run the place,” Henry said.
“But they’re never here,” Jed said. “Rarely. I mean, you’d think they’d be around more but they’re not. The supposed ghost of Camp Green Wood is here more than they are.”
“Fine. She knows I’m training to be a minister. That’s not a sexy profession,” Henry said. He didn’t regret it, but it was true.
“Yeah, ‘cause electrical engineer is super-hot,” Sam laughed. “And Foster’s made it clear he wants to be an orthopedic surgeon. Mary can’t get enough of his hip replacement pillow-talk. Tell me more about robot-assisted surgery, Jed, ooh, ooh talk trochanters to me…”
“Hey!” Jed interrupted.
“At least he was basically locked up with her, alone, with nothing to interrupt them,” Henry grumbled.
“Yeah, Byron’s visit was a real turn-on. I think you’re over-estimating the eroticism of the health-lodge,” Jed said. “And that exam table is like iron, the angles are terrible…”
“Oh my fucking God, stop! I like Mary and I need to be able to talk to at least one of you if I get sick or something,” Henry said. Jed made a fake-innocent face like What, what did I say? and Sam made one like Damn, Henry took the Lord’s name in vain, he’s gonna catch it with His boss and Byron just looked thoughtful, which was the most terrifying of all.
“Are you scared she’ll say no?” Byron asked. “Not to tell tales out of school, but I have it on good authority you’re in.”
“Anne thinks everyone is as… free as she is,” Henry said. Jed and Sam laughed. Anne was renowned for her sex-positivity and enjoyment of what she called “nature-baths” which featured Anne, her Union jack bikini bottom and a hammock she’d strung up between pine trees which were equidistant between the men and women’s cabins.
“Mary says so too,” Jed remarked.
“Charlotte sounded pretty certain,” Sam added.
“Don’t you guys have better things to talk about than Emma and me?” Henry snapped.
“You admit it! You and Emma are a thing,” Jed said. “Pay up, Hale!”
“No way! That doesn’t count. I’m not giving you twenty bucks for that,” Byron said.
“You were betting on us?” Henry asked.
“There, you can’t argue with that. ‘Emma and me’ and then he said ‘us,’ that’s a relationship,” Jed insisted.
“I bet on a hook-up, not semantics,” Hale said.
“You wouldn’t know semantics if they walked up and slapped you on the ass,” Jed said.
“Sam, come on. You didn’t bet, so you get to call it,” Byron said. Henry looked at Sam with gratitude and got a smile in return.
“What’s the point in betting on a sure thing?” Sam asked.
“Taking Hale’s money, that’s the point,” Jed laughed.
“You guys are shitty friends,” Henry said. He knew he sounded like a humorless jerk who was frustrated that they all had girlfriends or girl-friends-with-benefits and he didn’t have the confidence, the balls to ask out the prettiest, sweetest girl he’d ever met who didn’t seemed bored at all when he talked about hiking or theology school or his ranking of Pop-Tart flavors and metal bands.
“Relax, Hen. Once Byron coughs up the cash, I’ll buy us a round of glaciers and we can spike them with Byron’s vodka. A little Dutch courage and tonight could be your big night,” Jed offered.
“I’m not eating that strawberry crap you and Mary like,” Sam said. “I want green apple. Charlotte has the whole campfire set up planned.”
“And Sam and I learned like an entire hour of Emma’s favorite songs. The girl likes Broadway musicals is all I’m saying,” Jed said.
“And Annie and I are prepared to start up ‘Never Have I Ever’ if we have to,” Byron said.
“If you have to—what a load of BS,” Jed scoffed.
“Yeah, Byron, we know how you two have been gunning to get us playing that since the second week,” Sam said.
“That was before Mary sprained her ankle and got Jed to play doctor and Charlotte took you in hand, Sam. Annie and I thought it’d be the only way to get the party started, if you know what I mean,” Byron said, grimacing in a way he must have thought would read as sly or worldly. It looked like a bad Flynn Rider impression.
“I didn’t play doctor,” Jed interrupted. “I helped take care of her ankle and then, after, I asked. Like a gentleman. I didn’t literally jump her bones.”
“I know better than to argue with a smart woman,” Sam said serenely.
“You guys are going to embarrass me. And Emma,” Henry said.
“Yeah, then you can both walk off to the dock. It’s a full moon tonight, clear skies,” said Jed. “Romantic.”
“Boathouse is stocked with blankets, some pop, some candles and Creepy Frank managed to get the night off to take Emma’s sister to the Italian place a few towns over, so they won’t mess anything up,” Sam said.
“Jesus, what’s left for me to do?” Henry said.
“Hen, if you don’t know, we can’t help with that. Though Annie is always ready with some pointers,” Byron said. Jed laughed and Sam smiled.
“No, I’m good,” Henry said quickly. “Byron, give Jed the money. But skip the vodka. I don’t want to be drunk for this. I don’t want to miss a thing.”
Ask sentence game: "Does it rain like this in England, Anne?"
“Does it rain like this in England, Anne?”
Anne turned from the window, away from the sight of the slate-gray clouds and fat raindrops hitting the glass. Louisa sat behind her, her good hand gently stroking the ears of the ginger kitten perched on her lap. Anne watched as the little creature sat up on its hind legs, playing with Louisa’s long, pale fingers, and Lou laughed.
“Sometimes,” Anne said at last. “Some days it seemed like it would never stop raining. It would start off soft and misty, like this, and then before you could blink it would become a deluge, soaking everything and turning some streets and alleys into rivers.” She shook her head. “We lived in a dreadful flat with more leaks than you could count. There were years that I never felt like I was truly warm and dry.”
“I’m sorry,” Louisa said softly as the kitten flopped over onto her lap and began to lazily wash a paw. “I didn’t mean--”
“Don’t apologize. I’m not ashamed of it, so why would you ever need to apologize? It’s in the past now. And it’s made me who I am.”
“Can you tell me more about England? Would you like to?”
Anne thought for a moment, then smiled. She strode over to the sofa next to Lou’s chair and sank down onto it with a dramatic air that would rival Jenny or Alice Green on their best days. “Of course, my dear. Whatever you like. Shall I tell you about the time that Queen Victoria nearly ran me over in her carriage? It was raining that day, too.”
