Twittering birds never fly... or do they?



I have an endless fascination with dimensional travel through stories.


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This is my online home. It's a queer little corner of the internet full of my favorite pop-culture characters holding hands, cuddling and kissing (regardless of gender and other bourgeois social constructs) for fun.
Also, I've been suffering from ADHD, depression and severe social anxiety for more years than I could count so please be nice if somehow for some goddamn reason you find this page. For the sake of the remnants of my mental health I may share some ramblings about my daily life and frustrations here too, besides writings and translations (my main gig, tho the last decade wasn't very nice... I'm slow and erratic creation-wise.)



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"Fanfiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don't do it for money. That's not what it's about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They're fans, but they're not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language."

—Lev Grossman, TIME, July 18, 2011

Posts Tagged: 'rip+alan+rickman'

Jan. 14th, 2016

laraflame: (loki)
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Ezt nem akarom elhinni! // I don't want to believe this!

Jan. 14th, 2016 at 5:26 PM
laraflame: (loki)
Nos, nem tudom, mennyire aktívan követítek a világ eseményeit, de - ha csak nem egy kő alatt éltek, elvonulva a világtól, amit egyébként abszolút megértenék -, biztosan előbb utóbb elér hozzátok is a hír, hogy Alan Rickman, kedvenc - és egyetlen - bájitalmesterünk eltávozott.
Én meg naivan azt hittem, jó napom van. Egészen eddig.
Már most hiányzik.

So, I don't know how actively are you following the news but - in case you're not living under a rock somewhere, which I could totally understand, BTW - this will surely reach you sooner or later. Alan Rickman, our one and only Potions Master passed away.
I naively believed I was having a good day. Up until now.
Already sorely missed.

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