Tag: sparkthoughts

So one day, I go to dress up and realize something odd. I own tons of makeup, but only one lipstick. A pale pink that doesn’t show up at all. Boring. Mental note, buy a goshdarn color that POPS for fancy outings when I feel bold and stuff. So next time I go shopping, I find a color that looks cool and toss it in and don’t give it much thought.
Until next time I shop. I think “well, that color was still kinda conservative, I wouldn’t mind having something even bolder for really wild days” so in goes another.
And the next time.
By the time I am dressing up to go out again, I realize that I own 20,005 lipsticks. Four in the shade that I suddenly decided was my signature color. One is brown. One is black. One looks like the black one, but is actually bright red (and it is really annoying when those two get mixed up!). One is orange. One is the pale pink one. One is the same color as my skin. The rest are pretty much the same shade of bright, cherry red.
I DON’T EVEN LIKE WEARING LIPSTICK.
LIPSTICK is taking OVER

tumblr ads trying to scare me/get me to click with pictures of “scary abandoned cabins in the woods” and some vague caption about “you’ll never believe what they found”
I almost click because I think “A real estate ad, so cute! I wonder how much they want?”

@virescent-phosphor said: I was just thinking about writing about how the character of Leia impacted me, too…

I read it. You really said a lot of what I was thinking, not just about Leia, but Carrie herself.

Star Wars was and is such a huge part of my life, my coming-of-age, my history. The first story I wrote was Star Wars “fanfiction”. The first “scary” movie I watched was Star Wars, after much begging and pleading I was finally allowed to watch the sequels, too (rather conservative upbringing). I remember when Episode IV was re-released, and we all went to go see it. It was so cool to see it in the theater! I had a toy Han and a Millennium Falcon, but I couldn’t find a Leia so I made my own with a scrap of cloth and a small doll I had. She kicked all the butt, even though her rubber band often broke and her “dress” fell off. I also did attempt some of her hairstyles, though there doesn’t seem to be any surviving photographic evidence of this.

To me, Leia was everything I couldn’t be. She stood up to oppressive figures (overbearing father? check) and ran around with guns and mouthed off to everyone. She wore pretty clothes and no one said she was being too “girly”, and she also wore pants and camo and no one said she was being too “boyish”. No one got in her way for long, really. She was smart and resourceful and sassy, and mostly, it was Han who needed HER to rescue him. She could do anything.

So many of my happiest childhood memories are wrapped up in Star Wars, in the Leia character, in that world and that family, I can’t even describe them, I can’t even begin to, I’m not sure I could share them. I will always cherish them. Always.

Growing up, learning about Carrie’s struggles and personality, I realized how much of herself was in Leia’s character. Seeing her return to the screen in TFA was probably the best part of the film for me. I know what goes into a day on set, and I also know what it is like to live with a mental illness, and I know it couldn’t have been an easy accomplishment. Particularly on a film like that, with the entire world watching every follicle of hair movement.

The world has lost an exceptional voice; her particular flavor of wit and courage. I hope she will be long remembered for her accomplishments and her bluntly honest words, and not fade into the end of a list of casualties of a particularly brutal year.

spacesnek:

Does anyone else have some really strange fears? I have a huge fear of dead invertebrates. But, I love living ones? The only reason I don’t have a tarantula right now is because I wouldn’t be able to touch its molt.

Ever since the swarm when I was little, I have a strong…probably phobia…of flying wall pimples ladybugs. But roaches? Those are cute. *shrug*

Also the SpongeBob Incident created a lasting impression, and there’s a particular scraping rhythm that can send me into panic mode if I happen to hear it or think about it.

it actually amazes me that there are people who live in houses and apartments
like
you don’t have to decide between having a bed or having a kitchen table? You don’t have little cubbies to stash things everywhere? Your entire home doesn’t shake when you sneeze? You buy big furniture and you put it…on the floor? And it only does one thing? You use those round lightbulbs? You don’t have to dump your black and grey water tanks every week? Bathtubs are real? Kitchens? Rooms???

I’m hanging onto a rope behind a runaway stagecoach. I’m unable to let go, because maybe the stagecoach is going someplace awesome, and wouldn’t that be a better adventure than being alone in the desert I’m being dragged through?

mortified. Put me in a room of people who I’ve known all my life and ask me to hold a polite dinner conversation, and I start blurting out random trivia. About spiders.

I COULDN’T STOP EITHER. IT’S LIKE I WAS POSSESSED BY A NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC TV SPECIAL. *blab blab blab SPIDERRRRRS*