Young Writers Society

*rises from the dead* Local bookstores with coffee shops inside are my one refuge from the monstrosity that descends on this town in the form of football fans. Flock to the bookshops, fellow college-goers.

A.S. Byatt and her wordcraft got me acting unwise

Made irresponsible decions today, but I'm happy. Here's one of em, hear her hurgling.

*ascends to Dream Thrum by James while awaiting for plane to take off*

Ljungtroll? Posting a poem after a billion years?
It's more likely than you think.
On Ilya Repin's "Ivan the Terrible"

I have arrived to my class at the university museum an hour and a half early and had planned on staring into space for that amount of time, writing stories in my head, but my overly enthusiastic timing has placed me in the midst of another class milling about in the lobby.
Dang and blast; I can't stare into space in public.

Tried to write a rough draft for a paper due tomorrow, ended up typing out 25 pages' worth of Star Wars fanfiction. Not even close to done yet, either.

I've tasked myself with watching nearly every Peter Cushing film under the sun (not an inconsequential task) and I gotta say, Cash on Demand was the tensest hour and six minutes of my whole life. Did NOT expect to feel things at that level about a 1961 heist movie but boy howdy.
It's free on YouTube; if you're looking for a cool self-contained movie on a rainy day, I highly recommend.

I just want to share with y'all real quick this painting done by Ilya Repin of Sofia Alekseyevna because it's the COOLEST portrait of a woman I've ever seen in the 19th century. Look at her! Someone's getting harmed tonight and it ain't her.

Discussion in art history about lower class food in the 19th century got me thinking about the dinner I had last night.

Old scholars deserve to bullied relentlessly for the pains they put us new scholars through. Kiddos, do your research if you're going to publish something so the youngsters entering your field of study don't have to bend over backwards to figure out if they can trust you.

#characterinterviews #socialmonth

Hullo. You can call me Muv; everyone else does. Pronouns she/her, ex-soldier, current outlaw. I wouldn't trust me if I were you, but especially if I was Eidrid Stovinsson. Favorite weapon's a two-handed sword. I'm traveling with a group of young idiots to keep 'em out of trouble and away from the mountains, at the moment. Ask your questions and make 'em quick; I don't like to dilly dally.

My third incarnation. It is I, the former GrandWild.

Hopping on the #charactervalentines bandwagon because I think Gaius and Tomhas would have some pretty funny/cringy ones.

Gaius:
--I find your presence bearable enough that I'll make an effort not to glare at you, Valentine.
--*mr. darcying at you from across the room*

Tomhas:
--Your hair is red,
My wife's hair is too,
I might have some issues,
But not when I'm with you!
--If I start crying at dinner it's because I love you so much, Valentine.

There are two authors named Margaret who are now on my hatelist.