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Name: Sam / Prince
Birthday: March 13th
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Name: Megastar is sufficient here on Tumblr.
Birthday: August 8th. (So, about to be 31!)
Gender: Female (and very feminine to boot)
Sexuality: Bisexual (kinda more homoromantic though? A lot of mens’ attitudes toward women are really repellant)
Height: 5’9” / 175cm. And I’m usually wearing heels. So, really tall.
- This one
- p38xf15. Sometimes I reblog my fan fic onto here, and then sometimes get embarrassed and delete it.
Tagged: You. Yes, you!
Name: Emma, occasionally Peanut for some reason
Birthday: November 1
Sexuality: Arrow ace who can get aesthetic enjoyment out of any gender.
Dad: (on the phone because they saw my area has a tornado warning) If you get blown away, call us.
Me: Sure, if I get reception in Oz.
I’m from southern California, and here’s my neck of the woods:
I don’t currently have any pets since I’ve only just graduated and don’t have my own place yet, but we had a dog for 18 years! I would love a cat or two someday.
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you…
Tagged for this book meme by rothinsel :D These are mostly books I enjoyed as a kid, since the concept of “reading fiction other than fan works and comic books for pleasure” pretty much vanished for me by the time I finished college.
1. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein for me as well, I love that story so much.
2. “2001: A Space Odyssey” by Arthur C. Clarke
3. The “Robots of Dawn” trilogy by Isaac Asimov
4. Short story— “Satisfaction Guaranteed” by Isaac Asimov. (This story, written in 1951, is about a housewife in a crappy marriage who ends up sleeping with an intelligent humanoid robot originally acquired for the purpose of helping her with housework. It ends with men freaking out about the prospect of robots “stealing their wives”, and that particular model of robot was recalled back to the factory as a result. This awakened me to the whole concept of sex with robots when I was still… quite young, lol).
5. “Redwall” by Brian Jacques
6. This series of books about Native American children who would go on all sorts of adventures— I remember neither the titles nor the author’s name, but I remember the plots of some of the books. I loved them when I was like 7-8 years old.
7. “Kushiel’s Dart” by Jacqueline Carey
8. “The Stand” by Stephen King
9. “At the Mountains of Madness” by H.P. Lovecraft
10. “Fahrenheit 451” by Ray Bradbury. I had nightmares about this book for weeks on end.
*GIANT GASP* Redwall! I am so happy to see this here! I would not be who I am today without it. That’s the book that made me want to be a writer, and the character types and story rhythms of that series have probably influenced me more than I will ever know.
Damn right you’re iron, and do you know where iron comes from? Do you know how iron gets here? Let me tell you.
It does start with a star, but it’s not some dismal castoff from an eternal beauty, it’s so much more. Everything that makes our world came from stars, but nothing had as much effect on that star as iron.
See the sun burning in the sky? The light you see and the heat you feel are created when the sun fuses elements, the building blocks of our world, into new and heavier elements. The sun lives because more energy comes from that process than is needed to support it.
UNTIL IRON COMES ALONG.
Fusing iron — burning it to make a star shine — is nigh on impossible. Iron is strong and iron is heavy. Iron is so strong and so heavy that to make new elements from iron takes more energy than it produces. The star can’t keep up, it starts to die.
The iron that flows through your veins KILLED A STAR.
Those other metals that we so value, like gold, owe their existence to iron. As the star died it collapsed, crushing itself and making gold and platinum and other precious and powerful things. Then it exploded and scattered those metals throughout space.
Chief among them was iron. The iron whose formation was the death knell of the star. The iron whose intensity made other metals possible. The iron that was the last thing the living star could make.
Stars lived to make iron.
Stars died to make you.