To those of you who said that Rue’s death was less sad, or less valid, or just less because she was black: Fuck. You.

I cried. Not just because it was sad - which it was, painfully, heart-getting-ripped-out-of-chest sad - but also because I live in a world where the value/sadness/realness of the death of a child is based on the color of their skin. And of course while I am citing The Hunger Games as an example, it is only because it is an easy thing to point to.

Take your pick of all of the children who no one gives a shit about because they are anything other than white. Or anything other than heterosexual. Or anything other than Christian. There are many.

And to those of you who were not moved by the scenes of the riot: Also, fuck you. With razor wire and cattle prods.

The fact that anyone can boldly and proudly say that a person doesn’t matter because they are not white is disgusting. And it is said every day. That we say the suffering people go through every goddamn day should be taken with a smile and a “please sir, can I have some more?” is so beyond ridiculous it isn’t even in the same solar system anymore. We tell people with our behavior that to make trouble for the ones hurting them is just bad form. Buck up, don’t be a bitch, or a sissy, or a bad sport. Why are you so angry? We say it every day. We have laws that support it.

I am not sorry I cried; it was fucking immensely sad. And I am certainly not sorry that I am upset now. People hurting is upsetting. Real or imagined. People being shown again and again by their own society that they are nothing, that their children are nothing, is upsetting. Imagined or fucking real. And it is real. Just ask Spiderman.



That being said, go out and watch The Hunger Games. Love it or hate it, it is something you should see. And when you do, ask yourselves these questions: Why do I love it/hate it? Do I love it because there are children murdering each other? Do I hate it because I see myself in the faces of the Capitol? Am I afraid of Stanley Tucci’s hair or Donald Sutherland’s beard? Important questions, all.

Also, not gonna lie, Jennifer Lawrence equals gorgeous. Yeah, I said it. Of course, this is only my opinion. What could I possibly know?

Fuck the odds: live long and goddamn prosper, and also, Qapla.
(Cross-posted on my tumblr)

Yes.

Get Your Cyborg Name

or

Get Your Cyborg Name

... I couldn't help myself...



I already love March Madness.

Also, VOTE FOR CARA and KARA!! (That's my ticket)

Title: That Moment
Author: Lady Victory aka Vita Wong
Fandom/Pairing: Fringe; Astrid/Olivia
Rating: PG 13-ish
Spoilers: Meh, a tiny bit for "What Lies Below"
Summary: The moment in which Olivia realizes just how much Astrid means to her
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I am working on that cloning...
AN: Watching the 2 episodes I missed this season at work, and I was suddenly struck by the intensity of that moment when Astrid tells Olivia off on the phone.

*~*~*~*
( That Moment )

haHA!



*gigglesnort* Not at home, but I couldn't resist!

There are so many things I miss about living at home. Chief among them (not counting being amongst my family, yadda yadda yadda), is not having to choose between coffee or food (which come out to the same price wise). As a college student, and caffeine addict, coffee is going to win every time. I have enough food stuffs to last about 10 days, give or take (most likely take, b/c that last day will be me eating Little Debbie Honey Buns and drinking tap water), and I need to keep fed til the 25th.

That being said, I love having my own place.

Things I miss from home:

~My friends and family; phone calls aren't the same, and texts/twitter/facebook are so inadequate they don't even register.

~Having hot water; no, seriously, it's 10 degrees here (rounding up I think), and I am have to jog in the shower to keep from freezing in carbonite...

~FOOOOOOOD

~24 hr Deli/Diners; yeah, no, I am a New Yorker. This everything closes at 5pm is madness.

Things I love about living alone:

~Throwing my coat on the floor/over a chair when I enter the house; that is the easiest place to pick it up on the way out damnit.

~Not having someone wake me up at 0630 when I passed out at 0300; I may only need about 5 hrs to function as a human being, but they have to be consecutive...

~Showering with the bathroom door open

~Singing at the top of my lungs to music I damn well should be ashamed of ruining with my voice, or that I would be embarrassed (if I felt such things) to be listening to

~No one to yell at me when I decide that I would rather sleep on the couch than the bed

~Not having to be quiet when I return from a midnight walk

~Not having to explain myself when I want to leave the house

~Washing dishes last thing before bed, instead of when I use them

~Eating snack cakes for lunch

~Writing at 0200 without worry of waking people up/being scolded like a child because I am up


... I miss home...

Five months and I make my triumphant return to my City, finally a graduate. Cannot. Frakking. Wait.

Will be staying up all night to finish assignments.

As stolen from wonkots42:
Comment with "nukes, knives, and sharp sticks!" and I'll ask you five questions.
Then you answer them and offer to ask other people questions or not - up to you.


1) If you had to choose to lose one sense, which would it be?

Taste. I could live without smell, as painful as that would be. Touch is not an option to give up; I think I would literally go crazy/wouldn't be human anymore (meat-robot maybe?). Taste would be half gone, but still semi there, and seeing as I love food... Music makes me able to cope with life, and there is nothing like a good conversation to get me going. And sight... oh sight, I love you most of all. If I couldn't read to myself, in my own head, or write... I would be dead.

2) What is your comic book super power?

Vixen's powers, easy. That, or Mystique. Seems like they would be best suited to me...

3) For how many years did you sleep with a night light?

Define night light... I don't think I ever had one of those little plug in things, but I slept with a light or the TV on until... college? Okay, maybe I still do, on occasion...

4) If you ever become rich, what percentage of your money would you give me to bum around, making you laugh and writing fic for you?

Instead of giving you a percentage, I would just pay for whatever you needed/wanted to entice you to stick around... or 25%, which ever comes first. ;p

5) Zombies or vampires?

To kill? Well, one on one, I would take a zombie easy (preferably a voodoo zombie, but I won't be too picky). En-masse? Vampires. So many ways to kill a bunch at a time, by surprise...

To have around... Hmmm, probably vamps. Zombies creep the shit out of me. But, again, if they aren't the kind that can infect you, I guess it's a tie. Non-infectious zombie = icky. Vamp, any kind = mega dangerous (I don't count those Fail-light shiny bastards as vamps; they're fairy people who like to drink blood).

To be? Well, that's easy, Vamp. Even being a Fail-light vamp is better than being a zombie!

Until further notice (probably Saturday or Sunday), I will be immersed in final projects and studying for next week's finals. I will miss you all, but will be back sometime next week (Thursday, Friday-ish)!

I may or may not emerge from the Bat-Cave to look at LJ periodically, so, if anyone wants to post something that is amusing/entertaining... *coughserenitymeimeifringeficcough*

*Deep, mournful sigh* Won't be sleeping for a few days. Wish me luck!