January 2012
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Harry Potter and the End of the Final Year
As all of you reading this know, this year marked the end of the Harry Potter movie franchise.
Not the end of Harry Potter- all books belong to their readers, and, thusly, Harry Potter will not be over as long as there are people discovering the books anew, as long as there are readers crying over Snape and Dumbledore and all those lost in the Final Battle, and as long as there are children who...
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My New Year's Resolutions:
(A reposting, because I originally put them a week ago and now they’re appropriate again and have been entirely improved and lengthened)
Resolutions for the new year:
Ask for help, on a small and large scale. This includes telling my friends how I am feeling, allowing them to do what they can, not taking over projects, and talking to my parents about seeing a therp (bolded for importance...
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In summary of things I did in 2011.
I went from less than 50 followers to 667.
I bought a fez and a bowtie and a sing-a-ma-jig and a sword.
I started playing the harp.
I went to LeakyCon.
I lost my best friend.
I asked my parents for help.
I became a high-schooler.
Scott Westerfeld started following me on Twitter.
I left All Saints, where I had been for nine years.
I made a whole new set of friends.
I started...
December 2011
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Last night I dreamed that John Green hugged me and...
true story.
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Anonymous asked: Uhm why is everything you write so hopeful?
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So my question is, why does everyone quote the people rain drizzle hurricane quote and abandon the
“I felt tired for the first time, and I thought of us lying down on some grassy patch of SeaWorld together, me on my back and she on her side with her arm draped against me, her head on my shoulder, facing me. Not doing anything—just lying there together beneath the sky, the night here so...
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Anonymous asked: The final step: unironic enthusiasm! *drops a ribbon into the mixture* now, to add the final ingredient... Human DNA! *dips finger in the mixture* What's this?! *EXPLOSION* it worked! And I made... I made... I MADE MAYA?!
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Anonymous asked: Okay then! *heats cauldron* lets go! *pours liquid Awesome into cauldron*step 1. Heat the awesome. Check! *pours nerdy and funny from salt shakers* a dash of nerdy and a pinch of funny. Check! *drops in a Super Nintendo* Gamer, check! Now, we must pick the book preference correctly! *drops in the front pages of Looking For Alaska, The Hunger Games and Harry Potter* okay, there's some YA, now...
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Anonymous asked: I am currently in the process of Making a nerdfighter, so I can fall in nerdfighterlike with someone. I just need the right formula... I have 20% nerdy, 10% funny, 10% gamer, 50% awesome. But, I can't think what the other 10% should be... help me Maya?!
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Anonymous asked: Are you a good person to ask about Nerdfighters and Doctor Who and stuff or does that bother you?
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Why you should never drunk text a Whovian.
A friend of mine randomly got a drunk text from a stranger. She then did something that has earned my respect and awe. A transcript of her conversation follows. Some of this may be familiar to you.
Warning: VERY LONG. Also, words that I don't like have been bleeped out. Use your imagination.
[Transcript] Drunk Person: "tortyly drunk riht now. straight men everwhere."
Erykah: "Oh, thank God! I finally made contact! Listen, I need your help, but you're in great danger."
DP: "ni**a say wat?"
E: "Listen, my name's the Doctor. I'm a time traveler, or I was. I'm stuck in 1969 with my friend and I need your help to get my spaceship back."
DP: "u hav a spceshit?"
E: "Yes. It's a big blue box that says 'Police Call Box' on it."
DP: "dat doesnt sound liek a spceshp. gay."
E: "Hey! Don't diss the TARDIS!"
DP: "tarsiddd???"
E: "No. TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. You see, I'm a Time Lord from ANOTHER planet called Gallifrey."
DP: "y u not there now?"
E: "Well...A long time ago, there was a war and all my people died except for me. I'm the last Time Lord. So I travel through time and space lending a hand wherever I can."
DP: "woahhhh. thats relly sad."
E: "Yes, it is. But now is no time to cry. You're in a lot of danger and you need to help me."
DP: "waot. how r u in 1996?"
E: "I'm in 1969. And it's really complicated."
DP: "oh."
E: "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff."
DP: "im cofussed."
E: "Well, try and keep up! Never mind the wibbly stuff. All that matters is that they've taken it! The angels have the phone box."
DP: "wut angels?"
E: "Have you ever seen like a statue of an angel? At a church or a cemetary or something?"
DP: "ya."
E: "Well, they're not angels. They're creatures from another worlds. Aliens like me, except they're very, very bad."
DP: "dat maeks sense. they alwys creepeed me out. i thought theyre jus statues tho."
E: "Good eye, you've got. But they're not. They're only statues when you're looking directly at them. Once you look away, they become deadly."
DP: "whaaa?"
E: "Listen, Lonely assassins, they were called. No-one knows where they came from. They're as old as the universe, or very nearly. They've survived this long as they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They are quantum-locked. They don't exist when being observed. The moment they're seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. Course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh, yes it can! Notice how they always look like they're crying in the cemetaries? They're always covering their eyes?"
DP: "dats nuts! ya, ive seen dat."
E: "There's a reason for that. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the universe. And I'm sorry, I am very, very sorry, it's up to you now.
DP: "but wut can i do? tis was all thrustted uopn me!"
E: "The blue box, it's my time machine. There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever. The damage they can do can switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me!"
DP: "ahhhhhh!!! im scrrd! idk wut 2 do! im srsly gon hav a pnic attck."
E: I'm afraid I can't help you any further. I'm stuck in 1969, but I think you're clever enough to think of something. FIND THE BLUE BOX AND GET IT BACK TO ME! The angels have it and you NEED to find it or it's all going to be over."
DP: "dont go doctr! help me!11211!!"
E: "They're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink! Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink! Good luck!"
DP: "ik! angels hng out in gravyards rite? ill check thar 1st."
E: "Wherever you feel the need to look. I have no idea because I'm trapped 42 years in the past. Wherever you do go, just remember DON'T BLINK."
DP: "omfg. holy shit. i'll find teh box and teh angels and ill text u wen i find it. goodbi doctr. uve liked changgged me life."
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“There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a...”
– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Watchgiantsquidofawesome:
I think I’m falling in love, falling in love, falling in love…with Maya Granger.
Have I ever told you how I have the best friends ever
how is it possible to not leave the house and have a fantastic night
what if someone famous came to my blog *right now*
what would they think of me
how fearful would they be for their life
would i follow me
i don’t think i’d follow me
i always like to wonder if
when i start freaking out and being especially weird
people who i’m not talking to like to just sit and watch
like
am i intersting
did you sit there and say
“well doctor who’s not on tonight
let’s watch maya fangirl over someone roleplaying her favorite author instead”
because legit
if i was someone i’m not talking to
i...
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when i type
like this
i feel like vondell swain
alternatively like a haiku writer
who has trouble counting syllables
Sometimes I get to this point where I don’t even make sense anymore
Like, even less sense than I usually do
It’s like being drunk and overly-caffeinated at the same time but with no actual substance abuse involved
And I just get like this and it’s like I’m a completely new person
My friends are supposed to separate me from the internet when I get like this
Just send...
leaveyoulonely:
I LOVE IT SO MUCH I CAN’T EVEN I’M SHAKING THIS IS KL;FDGALK;DFGFDG
I GET REALLY EMOTIONAL ABOUT CHARACTERS
AND JOHN GREEN IS NOW A CHARACTER
SO DEAL
SO QUALITY TODAY WHAT EVEN
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sugarmottata asked: how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could drive
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bemywhore-crux asked: I agree completely I think Nerdfighters are a unique group of people who respect one another and those that they look up to and admire. its spectacular really because I think if it was any other author a lot of people would be leaking spoilers but because its John and a group of people who are quiet honestly some of the most caring people out there I haven't heard one thing about the book,...
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bemywhore-crux asked: Umm interesting things. I got an early copy of TFiOS and its sitting in my desk mocking me because I refuse to open it until the tenth. THoughts
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Anonymous asked: It is really bloody and angsty. It's like Doctor Who, but with no happiness.
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taintedtreasure asked: Tag, you’re it! Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people. Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tag back.
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Anonymous asked: Why do you have Supernatural blacklisted?
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Anonymous asked: I've only followed you for a short time now, but you're lovely. The things you post are great and even though you don't have it together all the time, who does? It really seems as if you care about every single person and would do anything to help anyone. I'm happy that I follow you. (:
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Do you guys ever have those moments
Where you’re just like
“UGH JOHN GREEN WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT JUST UGH STOP THAT COME TALK TO ME RESPOND TO MY ASK BOX MESSAGES AND MY HEART”
and then he doesn’t come talk to you or respond to your ask box messages and your heart
And you would just settle for ANYBODY coming to talk to you and sending you ask box messages, especially...
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Anonymous asked: I have no friends and I'm really lonely. The sad part is that I would actually change myself to have someone like me. I've been depressed and pitying myself for a while about it, but you inspired me to take action. So thank you. <3
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Anonymous asked: You are sweeter and sweet and truer than true and those are the reasons that I follow you
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Watchaikainkauna:
Campbell’s Elvis impersonation. RELEVANT.
That’s actually sort of awesome.
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Sometimes I just stop and remember that one of the people I respect and admire most in the world spends a lot of his time watching goats have sex, covering his face in Sharpie, and getting lost in the woods, and it makes me wonder exactly what sort of person I really am to love him so much, hmm
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Okay. It’s okay. We talked, my mom and I, for half an hour, and now she’s talking to my dad. She told me to stop apologizing. She told me that it was going to be hard, all my life, and she wished she could tell me otherwise but that was the truth, because I’m smart, and it’s hard for smart people. I said I think too much, and the wrong things, and that I didn’t know...
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I put the letter on their bed and I can’t help but feel that this was a completely terrible and irrevocable thing to do. I feel awful. I just feel completely awful.
And now I wait.
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Anonymous asked: your post inspired me to try to talk to my mom again. she saw my cuts. i may be getting help. but i'm scared. i don't like the idea of going to a counselor. it seems impersonal and i don't know. it just really hurts. but thank you. thank you a lot
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Mh, my letter. It’s poorly phrased and probably ridiculous but I think that’s about as accurate and good as it’s going to get and, yeah.
I’m scared, and I need help.
And those are probably the most difficult words that I could think of to say right now, but I think I need to say them (or at least write them).
I am unhappy in a way that I should not be, and I am responding to...