Brown Eyes Are Made Of Dreams

I went to an independent bookstore that was built in an old theater and I think about it at least once a week. The mezzanine was turned into a used books section. There were alcoves dedicated to classic authors, some sharing space with others while other authors had their own sections (Shakespeare being one of them).

They had local author events and carts full of books you could get a dollar each (as long as you bought the 12 dollar tote bag to put them in) (which is incredibly reasonable don’t get it twisted).

I wish I could go back there every day but it was in ANOTHER STATE so now I can only smell those old books and drink that frozen hot chocolate in my dreams.

Here's your daily reminder that bookstores keep the love of reading alive — but they also keep neighborhoods beautiful. They are places to gather, to celebrate stories, to find community.

Please do your holiday shopping at your local independent bookstore, if you are lucky enough to still have one.

House MD fic where Wilson is taking care of house while’s he’s sick (awe) and then he randomly gives house a handjob (huh)

When you’re in the middle of a fic and realise you’ve missed a very critical tag

I hate finding patterns in my own writing bc what do you MEAN I have 3 different WIPs with scenes where person A has an “oh. Oh” moment about being in love w person B while talking to a therapist????

And once something with that type of scene gets published (either on ao3 or professionally) I CAN’T USE IT ANYMORE

This is one of many examples of writing super hell

Had to make a playlist about Pride and Prejudice instead of writing an essay (yay) and this is what I came up with:

Fair by The Amazing Devil

Mad Dog by The Crane Wives

No Children - Ska by Sad Snack (a ska cover of No Children by The Mountain Goats)

The Hand That Feeds by The Crane Wives

Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage

Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives

When Somebody Needs You (Song) by Will Wood

WHAT LOVE? by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

What Do You Want from Me Tonight? By Sidney Gish

I Listened by Apes of the State

Love, Me Normally by Will Wood

Hold It In by Jukebox the Ghost

On one hand I am so excited about this assignment but on the other hand I feel bad bc my professor literally teaches at OXFORD and I’m forcing her to listen to Will Wood

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(My top 5 on Spotify has been the same the past 3 years)

It’s you!!!! You’re the one responsible for me losing sleep last night because I forced myself to read all of your Hilson collection!!!! You’re the worm in my brain making me reevaluate my real life over some old men!!! WHAT THE FUCK!

Also thank you I love you never change keep writing

Finally finished the scene in my Hilson fic that was giving me so many problems, which I have affectionately titled "Scary Immunology Intern attempts Wilson-style 'comforting the distressed person,' 14 dead, 36 injured."

The most intimate experience I’ve ever had with another person has got to be when my friend and I drove around for over an hour and she just patiently listened to my rant about House MD and Hilson even tho she had never watched it and it also wasn’t the type of media she engaged in. And half way through the drive she started constructing a playlist specifically of songs that were so Hilson coded “for inspiration” and once there were a few songs on the playlist we started taking turns explaining what exactly in the song FELT Hilson coded and it’s the closest I’ve felt to being understood

Love when media will give a character a job that people usually structure entire shows/movies around (firefighter, doctor, lawyer, etc) but it is just so unessential to the plot and rarely brought up and is just a throwaway piece of info

Like yes ignore your job!!!! Slay queen!!!

dude..... not cool... don't you know that babies are our future? leave them alone

Babies are NOT our future. They are our history. Babies were actually invented by John S. Baby back in 1732. Before that people actually gave birth to fully grown adults and it was k-wording all of the women (and some of the men too). Then John S. Baby came along and went “hey, maybe make them smaller” and he did. Sure, Mr. Baby k-worded a lot of people in the process, but it was for the greater good of humanity.

Gig, I need to know: thoughts on passwords?

PASSWORDS ARE FOR THE ILL AND THE DYING. I FIND THAT PEOPLE WHO STEAL PASSWORDS ARE AFRAID OF THOSE WITHOUT THEM BECAUSE THEY UNDERESTIMATE THE SHEER POWER OF MY COMPUTER. IT CAN SNIFF OUT A THIEF LIKE A DOG AFTER A SQUIRREL, TAKING THE THIEF’S “NIMBLE” FINGERS WITHIN ITS ELECTRICAL TENDRILS AND SNAPPING THEM IN TWO. I DO NOT NEED PASSWORDS. NEITHER DO YOU