posting this as a reminder to myself (with a public declaration of love)

[harborshore]

When getting comments on your work from someone whose intellectual abilities you don't respect, but who nonetheless has power over how you'll be graded when you turn in the final draft, public politeness and private amusement is always the best response. Also, it helps to figure out where they're actually right but saying it in a wrong, wrong, wrong way, as opposed to where they're just wrong.

Or as Jack Sparrow puts it: "Take what you can, give nothing back."



PS. Thank you all for the varied advice on hair yesterday! I feel educated and much more ready to talk to a stylist now that I sort of know what I want :D

I love you all and I'm leaving for crazyland again. homeless[dot]sky[at]gmail[dot]com or comment here if you need me, and if you feel like leaving me a hug or a silly picture or a happy thought or something, that'd be most appreciated. Whether you do or don't, though, know that I appreciate every single one of you so much. Thanks for hanging out here with me. ♥

ETA: People who send me fics and ficlets, whether in response to celebrating finished paper drafts or posts of needing love, are, man, if you could see my smile right now. *beams epically* thesamefire, enhendi and nokomis305, you are all so fucking awesome, I can't even. ETA 2: AND wasoncedelight. I LOVE YOU GUYS.

ETA 3: And now I'm getting out of bed, about to start on the Day of Edits, and, you know, in these comments there are cat macros, pictures of MCR and MSI, a picture of the Jonas Brothers, hugs, a snippet of cuddly Mike Carden/William Becket (♥ unlurkster), and, you know, I just. Thank you. ♥

Comments

[liketheroad.livejournal.com]

*hugs* ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

One happy thought: there are amazing people in academia like you out there, and we (even though across the world) are kind of all trying to work on making it a better space for learning and change together.

Picture, so sue me:


Nick. J knows you're an academic rockstar.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

You did all three, you darling you. ♥♥♥♥♥♥

And you're right, of course, and that's so good to keep in mind.

I appreciate the vote of confidence from the bb!rockstar, I do, I do. I also kind of want to ruffle their hair. :D

[liketheroad.livejournal.com]

Sorry the picture was so tiny, I resisted editing it to make it huge though, cause I thought that might be crazy. Ahem. Not that I know anything about that.

... we all kind of want to ruffle their hair.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

For the record, I never mind the crazy. Never.

See, I can so see that. ♥

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

THE FACT THAT YOU APPROVE OF JOBRO HAIR-RUFFLING CHEERS ME TO NO END. HAVE YOU READ STEREOMER'S JOE/FRANK FICS?

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Joe/FRANK? Uh, no, I didn't know they existed! I read her Joe/Brendon, though.

Also, a cautionary note: I don't like their music, so I can't fully embrace the fandom, but I'm completely on board with fics.

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

Oh, I meant Joe/Brendon, ahah. Frank is their bff and I got confused.

Haha, some of their songs are guilty pleasures of mine. IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE GOOD FOR ME TO LIKE IT OKAY. Also have you seen their youtube channel? THEY'RE RIDICULOUS.



ALSO THIS BOY HAS NO SHAME


Seriously, he and Brendon are meant for each other. I bet Joe enjoys Panic's cover of Shout.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Hee, you are adorable. ♥ I, no, for me to get into a band fandom I have to actually like the music and while I don't deny having guilty pleasure songs, theirs don't do it for me, but like I said, I am so down with fic.

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

I'm not really in JB fandom either. I enjoy my own little bubble of bandom-kids-who-like-Disney, with the Zeffy and the Miley and the crossovers.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

I can absolutely see how they're a lot of fun, for sure. :D

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

I come bearing hugs and a silly picture and happy thoughts! Because you, dearest, are AWESOME.



I also found a little something in googledocs that I will probably send your way, just a bitty kissy thing, but it might make you smile. :)

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

&YOU;, for REAL. *hugs you back* YOU ARE THE BESTEST.

That is my new favorite picture, mannnnn. No one smiles like her. ♥

Also little tiny kissy things are my FAVORITE. No, you are, but, you know.

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

I do what I can! *squeeeeeeeeezes you*

Doesn't she just have the BEST smile? Ugh, her FACE. That kid is destined for gorgeousness. ♥

And the itty bitty kissy thing has been sent!

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

*clings*

Especially in Projekt Rev pictures--she looks so goddamn happy, it's amazing. And yes, yes, absolutely.

Did I tell you I love you yet? BECAUSE I DO. ♥

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

She's RADIANT in PR pics! At least partly, I'm sure, because she's in looooooooooooooove. ♥____♥

And I'm pretty sure you did, but it's the kind of thing that bears repeating. I love YOU! <3333333333

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

That is good advice.

Have some hotassery.



Some ridiculousness


And I can't stop staring at Lyn-Z's hips

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Jack Sparrow gives the best advice, I've found.

UGH, I still can't see the pictures. >:( But I have no doubt they are AWESOME.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

NEVER MIND. I a) can't figure it out and b) realized I have two web browsers. WHY AM I SO SLOOOOW TODAY.

But more importantly, those are epically perfect pictures. Mikey Fuckin' Way, jesus CHRIST. Would you believe there was a time I didn't think he was all that hot? *stares* And BOOOOOB. MY FAVORITE RIDICULOUS BOY, for real. Also, Lyn-Z's hips, be still my heart. She is so, so fucking hot.

&YOU;

[iamsupernova.livejournal.com]

I love Steve's little rainbow plume of hair! The picture is shit quality so idk if it's actually part of his hair or something behind him or corrupt pixels or what.

HOT PEOPLE ARE HOT THE END nngh.

[enhendi.livejournal.com]

♥!

Since I'm not feeling up to proper grammar at the moment, have some macros (those totally fall under "silly picture," right?)! I didn't make any of these; I just saved them at some point or another.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

&YOU; *beams*

Oh my GOD, those are amazing! And obviously they count. ♥ I am so identifying with that first kitten right now (trying to sleepily get out of bed) and ahahaaaa SECRET FAIL, and GERARD. That last one is ridiculously perfect.

[extemporally.livejournal.com]

*HUGS*

I don't think you're fannishly interested in them, but I've been writing commentficcing writing William Beckett/Mike Carden, and, um, cuddles! Those are always good, I hear.

William gets off late at the Gap every single night because he claims to love the job and every single night there's always a crisis that needs fixing, more shirts that need to be refolded due to toddlers upending them or a problem in the stockroom.

William hasn't graduated to being a cashier yet, of course, but the last time Mike'd visited the supervisor, a nice kindly woman in her forties, had patted William on the arm and said that it could probably be managed in no time at all. William had given her his nicest library kid smile.

("Watch out," Mike'd said, unkindly. "If you continue like this you'll end up being employee of the month."

Employee of the month is their shorthand for settling down into the job proper, which is shorthand for getting a promotion which is short for never getting the band off the ground and also marrying and having one point five kids. It's short for a lot of things.

William had smiled, slightly purpled under the eyes - Mike'd thought it was unfair that he had to keep rockstar hours if he hadn't actually been spending them partying - and it was a tired one. William looked sharp around the eyes and jagged, at the edges of his smile. His skin looked papery, under the Gap's fluorescent lights. "Don't worry," he'd said.

Mike never worried. William always did more than enough worrying for the entire band combined anyway.)

Today though, today is even later than usual. Mike has no idea how employees get to stay back so late if the mall closes at the normal hours every single day, so. He's sitting up in William's apartment even though it's a school night - it's a school night for William, too, and he thinks it would maybe be more fair if the both of them stayed up too.

There's footsteps, and the sound of the key fidgeting wearily in the lock, and then William stumbles in and Mike's first thought is that William's drunk, maybe he was drunk at work or had chosen to get drunk after work, but then he sees William swaying on his feet, as though unused to the new height gotten from his recently-completed growth spurt, and rushes to catch William under his arms and drags him to the crappy, saggy couch that dominates the empty apartment.

"God, you are heavy," Mike grunts.

William cracks an eye open. "M'fine," he whispers. "Just. Tired."

And also this:



I hope your final draft goes well! ♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

*hugs you back*

Dude, cuddles are ALWAYS welcome. And I'm kind of fond of that Becket fellow, I'm not going to lie. (Also, Butcher's tattoos, NNNF.) So that snippet is so sweet. Carden and his utter failure to be the asshole he aspires to be, ♥.

STEVEN SMITH. AS GERARD. WITH GERARD. Oh, that's PERFECT. *beams*