Black Narcissus (Dir. Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, 1947)

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8/22/2014 (8:39am)

Some kind of tag thing

Rule 1: Always post rules
Rule 2: Answer the questions from the person who tagged you asked, and write 11 new ones
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post I’ll tag whoever I want.
Rule 4: actually tell them you tagged them

1.  What do you think has been the most life-changing moment of your life?

Breaking up with my first boyfriend, sure I haven’t handled myself/life the best I could but since then I’ve started putting myself first a little more.  Work in progress. Non-personal wise I’d say successfully doing a solo in my college’s rendition of The Messiah

2.  Have you ever been in a position where there were two forks in the road, and you had to choose a path?

See above, also the many times I chose to go back before the break-up because I was so consciously aware of how restricted we were on a Christian campus.  Dropping out of college… feels like I’ve stalled on the side of the road on this one.

3.  What is your favorite movie, and why is it your favorite movie?

Fuck.  Ok, my mind goes straight to Weekend directed by Andrew Haigh.  I just find it perfect and a side of film I hadn’t experienced or… connected with before and haven’t since.  It’s got all sorts of things I could go on and on about but this is the brief version.  Oh, and good for crying in happy ways for the most part.

4.  What has been the low point of the past six months of your life?

Currently getting out of it right now it feels like.  My sleep schedule has been more fucked up than usual and it fucked up my med schedule so I was in a low a lot of the time.  Think I’ve got it stabilized now though.

5.  What has been the high point of the past six months of your life?

Helping out with a LGBT film festival and meeting people and… I guess it just felt very freeing even though I still had a lot of social anxiety going on.  Hot guys get me flustered  and I lose all self-confidence what can I say.

6.  Do you believe that the majority (more than 60%) of police and law enforcement officers are bad and abuse their power or do you think the majority of policies and policymakers are bad?

Fuck.  Okay.  I think it’s a combo of the two and they basically feed upon each other to really use those corruptions/evil in bad ways.  There needs to be more regulation and supervision of the police especially.

7.  Do you consider yourself to be a feminist?

Yes but I’m not sure I would be very good at explaining it to detractors especially if they were aggressive so… I kind of feel like a trainee?  Technically I really haven’t been in the kind of forum to test out my skills at debate on the issue but still… I feel inexperienced.

8.  What is your sexuality?

Gay-but-not-freaked-out-(entirely)-by-vaginas-and-am-kinda-envious-about-the-whole-consecutive-orgasm-thing-and-want-to-test-that-out.  In other words: I’d say I’m here for the dick, especially getting fucked by one, but kind of curious about pleasuring a girl.

9.  What was the last thing you wrote?

…….Teen Wolf fanfiction……. *sigh* with chapter titles from Norah Jones songs….. I HAVE AN OUTLINE OK, THIS IS LEGIT

10.  Copy and paste. Leave it here.

Ok, but this is highly unedited and I’m not sure how I feel about it yet.  Very rough.

——6 Years Ago——
     The deputy stuffed the last half of the doughnut into his mouth and sighed as he waited in his patrol car.  Only five more minutes left and then he’d leave his usual position and head back to the precinct.  A mile or so away from him, down the road, a large black van could be seen and he raised his speed gun in preparation.
     The van drove past about 10 miles higher than the speed limit.  The deputy started the car in reflex but hesitated as he reached to start the siren.
     “Probably just late for something,” he says, feeling especially benevolent that day.  It had nothing to do with the look in his son’s eyes lately on his especially masochistic workdays.  It was late for supper but… still within the realm of possibility.
     The deputy shifts his car into drive and pulls out of his lookout.  Driving down the paved road, he scans his surrounding as he taps an indistinct rhythm into his steering wheel.  After about ten minutes his scan suddenly becomes fruitful.
     “Smoke… shit.”
     Fires weren’t uncommon in California.  All it takes was one teenager trying to camp with the girl he’s trying to impress and then you’re evacuating the entire county.  The deputy grabs his remote as he tries to find the best road to turn off… luckily this area is familiar to him.  The preserve is beautiful during the fall.
     “This is patrol car 3, reporting smoke off of route 299 in the preserve,”  the deputy releases the button on his radio before pressing it again quickly.  “Going to check it out.”
     “10-4 deputy, notifying the fire department.”
     The deputy’s stomach starts to clench and his chest becomes tighter as he gets closer and closer to the turn-off to the Hale house.  He turns into the dirt road that leads to the house and prays his gut is wrong today.
     It isn’t.
     “Oh my god,” the deputy says as his car curves around the bend towards the house.  The fire could be seen from miles away but the house is miles away from searching eyes so the fire was already out of control… If he hadn’t been on his way back…  The trees closest to the house had started catching fire as well.  A large area of the grass around the house had already been burned away.
     He fumbles with his radio before finally being able to send a transmission.  “This is Deputy Stilinski reporting a fire at the Hale house in the preserve, how far are the engines…”  Two cars out front, the fronts blackened already.  His throat tightens as he realizes… “Ambulances… call ambulances, they were home. It’s bad.”
     “Any sign of survivors?” He hears faintly as his patrol car rolls to a stop a couple hundred feet from the blaze.
     He tears his eyes away from the pillars of smoke rising from the top of the house to scan the house for anything… anyone… any-… Movement.
    “Yes, I see movement around the second floor of the building,”  the deputy opens his patrol car’s door.
    “John, the engines are on their way.”
    “How far away.”
    “Dammit… How far, Tara!”
    A pause.  The sound of a closing door.  “About 20 minutes.”
    With a curse, the deputy throws his radio into the car and runs towards the house; ignoring the heat that was quickly growing the closer he got.  The front of the house is useless: already in flames, the door and windows revealing burning light and acrid smoke.  He sprints to the back of the house to see a screen door to the backyard.  Pressing the back of his hand to the door he hears the sounds of a ragged breathing behind the door.  The deputy grabs the fabric of his uniform and pulls it to his mouth.  He crouches and opens the screen door before putting his shoulder into the door behind it, forcing himself inside.  The smoke filling the house starts escaping through the door as a cloud of what looks like dark ash falls around the entrance.
    Rushing into the house in a crouch, he coughs and tries to keep his head below the layer of smoke in the room while scanning for the sound in what looks like, if the amount of cupboards at knee level is any indication the kitchen.  He walks, as quickly as he can while squatting and scanning for survivors.  The sound of the fire and the growing instability of the house drowning out everything else… at least he hopes…
    As he moves past one of the Hales’ large upright freezers, the deputy’s foot crunches on… a package of peas?  Looking towards the freezer he notices the door is slightly ajar.  As his fingers reach around the door he hears a slight whimper and, as he opens the door, the source tries to move further into the corner of the hastily cleared-out bottom of the freezer.

    The girl tries her hardest to shuffle back further into the space.
    “Please, don’t, please…”
    “Cora, it’s Deputy Stilinski, I need you to get out of here.  Can you walk?”
    “…can’t lea…,” her voice breaks from being in the dry air for so long.  She swallows shallowly.  Panicked.  “Tried but… can’t… leave.”
    The deputy outstretches his arms.  “I’ll carry you, come on.”
    The girl hesitates before shakily raising her arms to his.  The deputy kneels and wraps his arm around the small girl’s back and below her knees before lifting her.  The girl grunts in surprise but not pain so the deputy quickly plants his feet and raises her so that he can quickly get out of her burning home.  Making sure the girl’s head is below the smoke, the deputy retraces his few steps to the back door.  He reaches the yard and breathes the semi-fresh air before jogging towards his car and setting the girl next to the wheel.
    “Are you ok?”
    The girl shakes her head with a sob and the deputy sighs before continuing, softly.
    “Are there anybody else in there?”
    The girl sobs as she draws her knees back in on herself and wraps her arms around them.
    “Cora,” the girl looks up at his voice.  “Where?”
    “The basement,” the girl whispers between ragged breaths.  “Past the kitchen and then the… the… l-l-living room, door on the right.”

11.  Who do you miss the most in your entire life that is still alive?

I both miss and don’t miss a lot of people… what that means is that I’ve forced myself to not miss a lot of people because it feels like they’ve they didn’t care about me… but really that’s probably a whole bunch of self-deprecation going so it’s really just me not caring enough about them to keep up with them… See!  Self Deprecation!

Cameron, my second boyfriend, is probably who I miss most though.  I feel like if we lived in the same area we could be tight friends if not possibly, maybe, who knows… more.

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Tagging iamgirafrica, punkrockdisneyprincess, february8th1878, shithotawkward, pizzathehutt24, and wiishopchannel

My questions…

Favorite movie and why?  (Original I know)What do you look for in a relationship?
What is your definition of love as in romance and what does it look like in a relationship?
If you could have any pet what would it be?
If you were paid for any of your hobbies or passions what would it be or what combination would it be?
Do you feel people need others to start a life or can they do it on their own?
What does it take to make independence successful?
What is the kinkiest kink you’ve ever kinked either in real life or in your head?
What is your relationship like with your parents/guardians and how important is it to you?
You can only focus on one subject, Grammar vs. Algebra, choose your path and why.
Aren’t alliterations absolutely awesome and amazingly astute articulations?

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I’m writing a first draft and reminding myself that I’m simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

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Maslany has to shoot some of her most challenging scenes opposite a tennis ball or a mark on a wall. “I can’t look down by an inch or else the eyeline’s off, and I’m looking at my nose, or I’ve put a glass of water through my face. It’s specific, technical things that I’m keeping track of. And that I have to be present the same way that I would be if there was an actor next to me. Except now I have to imagine the actor next to me.”

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