Amy Rachael Napier

Dear Followers,

(Another little mini-post thing.)

OK, so I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I’ve been feeling really guilty about it, but I’m gonna stop feeling guilty now.

When I see other blogs posting hug gifs and stuff when they get a new follower, it makes me feel bad because I don’t do that. And I’ve seriously thought about doing it, but (a.) although I don’t have a whole bunch of followers, there’s still a significant number of you, and, although this sounds bad, I really don’t have the time to write that number of posts, and (b.), I don’t really know how to do those posts. I’m stupid.

So I wanted to just say this; Followers, you are awesome and I love you, and thank you for putting up with my rants. It really does mean a lot to me.

Also, I think it’s a general rule that if you click the ‘Follow’ button on a blog, the hug is implied. (If it isn’t, I’m gonna say that this is DEFINITLEY the case here.)
So while I may not thank you personally, please know that you are loved and appreciated.  :)

OK, that’s all I wanted to say. 

Love you all!
Amy 

This Doesn’t Really Have a Title

Hey Tumblr,

This isn’t a proper blog post, but I kinda just want to put this out there. Although I haven’t really been posting a lot, I’m pretty much always on here. So if you need to talk about something, or you just want to say ‘Hi.’, PLEASE don’t hesitate to post something in my ask. I might not give the best advice, or completely understand every single situation, but I know what it’s like to just want to talk/rant to someone.

If you want to talk, I’m here.

Love you all, Dears.
Amy

ps. Sorry for not posting anything recently, stuff up here is taking longer than I thought. I promise though, June. June will be a month filled with blogs. You guys aren’t going to know what hit you. ;) 

Well, this is concerning…

Disorder | Rating

Paranoid | High
Schizoid | Low
Schizotypal | Moderate
Antisocial | Low
Borderline | Moderate
Histrionic | Moderate
Narcissistic | Low
Avoidant | High
Dependent | Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive | High

URL of the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv
URL for more info: http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html

Disorder ǀ Your Score

Major Depression ǀ Slight-Moderate
Dysthymia ǀ Slight-Moderate
Bipolar Disorder ǀ High-Moderate
Cyclothymia ǀ Extremely High
Seasonal Affective Disorder ǀ Very High
Postpartum Depression ǀ N/A

_________________________________________________________ 

…I’m now asking myself why the hell I even took these. I have never questioned my mental health more in my life, and I question it fairly regularly…

Meh, it’s not like it’s a proper diagnostic tool. It’s just a bit of fun. (I hope…) 

Thoughts From Places: Exploring The City

A couple of days ago, I went on a little adventure in Dundee. I ordered something online, and naturally I just missed the postperson when they came to deliver it so I had to go and collect it. 

Of course, I had no idea where the post office/warehouse actually was. After looking up Google Maps with one of my carers, we saw that the office wasn’t that far away, and so we decided there and then that we would go and get it. 

Despite living here for almost two years now, I admit that I have a pretty limited knowledge of Dundee city. I know my way around campus, and I have my routes into town and up to the 24-hour Bakery and down to the train station and the big Tescos. The rest of Dundee is a mystery to me. 

As we were walking, I was reminded of two things. Firstly, Dundee is very much a city. I sometimes forget just how big cities are. Coming from a small town where you can drive from one side to the other in around five minutes, it’s difficult to comprehend just how big a city actually is. Even Stirling, a city that’s pretty close to where I come from. Although I like to think I know Stirling pretty well, there are probably whole other parts of the city that I don’t even know exist. Like with Dundee. 
Secondly, every place has its “rough” spots. Back home, I’m kind of used to this; it’s sort of a running joke that pretty much my whole county is a “rough” spot, with a (very) small number of better areas. But seeing houses in Dundee with their windows boarded up or their gardens overgrowing really drove home how good the part of Dundee that I live in actually is. I feel really lucky that my family has always been sort of located in these better areas (though we have had a few run-ins with some issues in our neighbourhood), and I also feel guilty that I have no real idea of how hard life can be in these areas. My family aren’t very well-off, but my sister, brother and I have never really had to want for anything.

I was also struck by a few of the houses. Part of the reason why I love ‘The Sims’ is because I love houses and how they look, and I love building pretty houses. There’s a little cul-de-sac back home that we discovered when I was in Primary 7 that I just adore, because all of the houses just look so beautiful and perfect. I really like being invited to other people’s houses and not knowing where everything is and exploring. As a child, I always loved it when my Mum wanted to redecorate the house, and I always get really excited when I go to shops like B&Q and Ikea because I love all of the show-rooms and pretending that I live in them.
There were a few houses that I saw on my travels that really stood out to me. Some had brightly coloured guttering and doors to match (my favourite were the green ones), others had circular windows, which I really like and don’t seem to see too often.
(Side note: While we were talking about the colourful houses, I got thinking about my favourite colours. Throughout my life, my favourite colour has changed quite a lot; from yellow to [ashamedly] pink to blue to purple to black to brown to blue again. But recently, my favourite colour is slowly becoming green. Blue and green are on about the same level. I find it funny and a little scary that green became more prominent as my favourite colour over two occasions; less so from when I re-read ‘The Prince’s Tale’, finding a new appreciation for Lily Evans’s eye colour and completely changing my whole life, and more so last July/August/September, when I began identifying more with Slytherin and secretly hoping that Pottermore would sort me there. Harry Potter has SO much influence over my life…)

However, there was one house that stood out from every other house I saw, and kind of inspired and convinced me to write this post. It wasn’t a pretty house, or one in a particularly big neighbourhood. It was an old, broken, no-idea-how-this-place-is-still-standing house.
There was something about this house that really drew me to it. It had a history. I can imagine how it must have looked once, and it reminded me of an abandoned factory or warehouse. I could see the people on the pavement hundreds of years ago, walking to the local shop to buy some bread or go to the tailor’s, or little kids running around with their rolling hoops on their way to school. This is the kind of History that I love learning about; the boring everyday “how people lived” history, not the “we fought in all of these wars and this is why” History.
While looking at this house, I found it oddly inviting. Like it had a story to tell, but some of the pieces were missing and it was up to me to find them. For a split second, I felt the excitement of exploration, and I saw it as an adventure. But then my common sense kicked in and made me realise what a stupid idea that would be. For one thing, the building would probably collapse just from me trying to enter it. Still, it was nice to find Adventurous Amy again; Common Sense has her locked up 99% of the time nowadays.
I also thought about my view of the supernatural. Now, I don’t believe in ghosts, and I think that all of these “Most Haunted” programmes are a load of rubbish, but I admit that the idea of this house being haunted did cross my mind. Even though I don’t believe in ghosts, I’m not one to throw themselves into these kinds of places and not feel any form of fear. There’s a back-road at home that is supposedly haunted, and I really don’t like driving on it in the dark. I know in my head that nothing is going to appear in front of us or anything, but I can’t help from closing my eyes and praying that we get into the next town as soon as possible. (Another thing to add to the list of reasons of why I’m not allowed to drive…)
In hindsight, I feel a lot of sadness towards this house. It was just sitting there, abandoned and forgotten. It seemed like nobody was coming for it, nobody was going to claim it, nobody wanted it. I feel like this house could represent a person in this way; symbolically. There’s always one person, or a group of people, that gets left behind and forgotten about. I guess I can kind of relate to this a little, which is maybe why I’m forming the comparison… (I also find the idea of a lost person in this kind of house really ironic.)

Or maybe I’m reading too much into this and it’s just an abandoned house.

What do you guys think?

I really liked writing this blog, and I’m thinking I might do another one from my train journeys. That might not be until next semester though…
 

Goodnight guys, 
Amy 

ps. Yes, I did steal this title from John and Hank…
…I’msorryIwantedtodoacoolNerdFighterthing. 

Honouring The Bard

Blog No. 2 today! :)

I discovered recently that today is the 394th anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death. (It is also his birthday at some point around this time too, possibly also today.)
So, because I’m a MASSIVE English nerd, I felt that I should write a blog post about him.
 

I have a love/hate relationship with dear old Shakes’. For the most part I love him, and he’s probably one of my favourite writers ever. I haven’t read all of his plays (and sonnets) yet, but I’m slowly working my way through them. I love Shakes’ so much that I’m planning on taking a whole module about his works in my Third Year.

It’s a cliché and everybody seems to hate it, but my favourite play of his (and possibly ever) is Romeo and Juliet. Mainly because I studied it SO much at school, both in my Second Year and in my Fifth Year at Higher level. I can basically recite most of the play by heart. And there’s something in Juliet’s character that I just really love and that I find completely relatable.
That, and y’know, I’m just in LOVE with Olivia Hussey’s portrayal of her in the 1950 film, which is by far the best version of it. (Olivia Hussey inspires me to grow my hair as long as I can. GOD, I love her hair.)
My favourite part the play is, I feel, a pretty unusual and mostly overlooked scene. It’s the start of Act III, Scene V, when Romeo and Juliet are saying their goodbyes to each other. There’s something that I like about Juliet’s refusal to believe that it’s day yet; she’s so desperate for Romeo to stay with her, even though she knows deep in her heart that he has to leave, for the sake of their safety. She seems to be very child-like in this scene, which becomes so powerful when you think about what her and Romeo have just done that night. And I just find this scene so heartbreaking when you consider that it’s the last time that they knowingly see each other alive. 

I also love a lot of his other plays, including Much Ado About Nothing, Twelfth Night, Hamlet, (The ending of which I just found hilarious, the sick person that I am…) Measure for Measure, and A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Generally, if I’ve read it, I probably like it.

Much Ado… and Twelfth Night hold special places in my heart, though. One of the last plays that I did at the MacRobert was a combined performance of them, called Illyria.It resonates as the last big performance that we all did together as a group, even though a lot of us did another performance in the summer. I played Ursula from Much Ado…, and although I wasn’t quite what to make of her at first, I ended up really liking her and enjoying playing her. (She also has a HUGE secret crush on Benedict, by the way. ;]) I really miss Illyria rehearsals, they were so much fun. 

Also, finding out that Shakes’ was definitely bisexual and probably very gay was the best moment of First Year ever. Ever.

Although I love Shakes’ deeply, I sometimes tend to delve into a mind-frame of hate for him, as most English students probably do. The language can be so difficult to get a grip of, even at the best of times. It’s worse when you’re performing though, when you have to memorise a phrase or a huge chunk of text that you have no idea of what it is about. I’m so glad that our director took the time to explain our lines in contemporary English to us if we were struggling.

Despite this, I love Elizabethan language. I’ll never understand why we don’t use the word ‘yonder’ any more. ‘Yonder’ is such a fantastic word.

I’m gonna leave you guys with my favourite sonnet, and some Shakespearian insults and pick-up lines. Enjoy!

“Sonnet 135
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy ‘Will,’
And ‘Will’ to boot, and ‘Will’ in overplus;
More than enough am I that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea all water, yet receives rain still
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in ‘Will,’ add to thy ‘Will’
One will of mine, to make thy large ‘Will’ more.
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill
Think all but one, and me in that one ‘Will.’”

Context is everything. 

Shakespearian Insults:
(Found here and here.) 

Ugly, venomous toad!
You politician!
You scurvy knave!
You mangled work of nature!
You carcass fit for hounds!
You foul and ugly witch!
You foul misshapen stigmatic with an odiferous stench!

Shakespearian Pick-Up Lines:
(Found here and here.)

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that. 
The very instant that I saw you did my heart fly to your service.
Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of thy face, that we, like savages, may worship it.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. 
Love,
Amy 

Internet Relationships

(Probably gonna post two blogs today. I have stuff I want to talk about! :D)

So I was lying in my bed last/this morning trying to get some sleep. (As you do.) Of course, when all I want to do is shut off from the world, my mind goes into hyper-overdrive mode.

I got thinking about the internet, and how important it is to me. I’m practically in a committed relationship with it. And on that note, I came up with this:

Facebook is like a long-term and somewhat abusive relationship. On the surface, everything is good, and all of your friends and family accept and love them. But deep down, the relationship is just volatile and you argue constantly. You always threaten to leave, but you never quite manage it. Everyone thinks that you are so perfect together that you’re scared that they’ll all hate you and never speak to you again if you do pluck up the courage to leave.

Twitter is the person that you should probably be with instead of Facebook. You feel more secure and at ease in their arms, like you can be yourself more when you’re with them. But nobody really cares about Twitter, because they’re still so hung up about Facebook.

YouTube is your best friend. YouTube is always there for you when no-one else is. They see you at your best and at your worst. They always know what to say or do to make you feel better. All you really want to do is build a pillow-fort with them and hang out in it forever. They always manage to teach you new things, whether it’s consciously or unconsciously.

Tumblr is your Fun Buddy. You know that you probably shouldn’t see them, but you can’t help it. You’re addicted. The attraction between you is almost unbearable. And you almost feel guilty about it afterwards. Almost, but not quite. (They’re also very similar to YouTube, and you could probably very easily become best friends if you could keep your hands off of each other for two seconds…)

Google+ is that weird kid in the corner who nobody has really bothered to get to know yet.

Oh, and Bebo is that one night stand that you just want to forget about… :| 
 

Internet, I love you. Never leave my side? :)

Love, 
Amy 

A Note To My Fellow StarKids…

What a surprise, another StarKid post.

So I’ve been thinking about some StarKid stuff over the past few days. And, although it saddens me, I think we really need to have a talk about this, guys.

I’ve been following a blog (http://teamstarkid-confessions.tumblr.com/) for a couple of days now, and I really love it. I totally relate to/agree with a lot of the posts on there.
But there are some posts that I’ve seen that are WAY out of line. I’m not trying to name any particular one, and everyone is completely entitled to their own opinion. But I’m just either sat here cringing at my screen, or feeling really sad because of them.

For one, I never realised just how much hate there is in this fandom. Especially towards Meredith and Denise. Now I feel a bit guilty about this too, because at first, I honestly didn’t really like Denise. I’m ashamed to admit this, but I’m not going to lie about it. I adore her now though, and her performances in HMB were brilliant. But when people still don’t accept newer StarKids, and are dead set against them and aren’t prepared to change their opinion, that’s what gets me…
Like with Meredith. I think Meredith is hilarious. Her stand-up at the Funtastic Slamaganza was SO funny, and I sometimes go back and watch it again because it’s so brilliant. And I actually quite like her voice. I really can’t understand why people don’t like her. She isn’t even new either, she was in Little White Lie…

Which brings me on to shipping, and fangirling. I’m gonna say this once guys: REAL LIFE SHIPPING IS CREEPY. Why do people insist on this? And again, until recently, I was guilty of this too, in a variety of fandoms. But then I thought about it. If I was Meredith or Lauren or whoever, I wouldn’t want to be made to feel like everyone is wanting me to be in a relationship with my best friend. That just puts SO MUCH unnecessary pressure on the two people involved, and it’s wrong. If it was you in that position, you wouldn’t like it either. We don’t control what happens to other people. Likewise, we shouldn’t pry into people’s personal lives. That’s just so rude. We are not a part of anyone’s personal lives barr ourselves, or family’s and our friends’. There are boundaries here, and I feel like a lot of people are forgetting to respect that.

It’s the same with fangirling. (Oh, fangirling, will this debate ever end?) Now, fangirling is COMPLETELY ACCEPTABLE, and is pretty much a part of everyday life for a lot of people, including myself. Sometimes, we can’t help but have a moment to scream at our computer or TV screens, or cry at something that, in reality, is pretty insignificant. But again, there is a boundary here people. I’ve been involved in a few discussions about this before on Facebook groups, and I’ve come to this conclusion: If you’re young enough to obsess over people, and change your name on Facebook and stuff, and unashamedly post really creepy messages and stuff everywhere, then you’re too young to truly appreciate them. Think about how creepy this must be for the person themselves. They are just human beings like us, y’know, not pieces of meat for us to fawn over. They have feelings too…
I think we as a fandom forget how young some members are, and I find it a little disturbing. I’d rather that these younger girls would wait until they’re older before throwing themselves into a life of devotion, because, and this is from my own personal experience, you’re just going to get your heart broken. If there’s one piece of advice that I wish could have given my younger self, it would be never to fall for/become obsessed with celebrities/well-known figures. It’s just not worth the impending heartache. Hindsight and context are marvellous things.

Another thing I’m seeing is stuff like “Joe doesn’t have a good voice” or “I don’t think StarKid actually want to come over to the UK, I mean, they make enough money from merch and stuff…” or “HMB was crap because it’s not Joey and Darren and Darren didn’t write the songs and the songs are crap”.

-_-

1.) Everyone in StarKid has an amazing voice. Especially Joe, in my opinion. Are you being serious? Just because it’s not as powerful as Dylan’s or Jaime’s, it doesn’t mean it’s not as good. Also, aside from MAMD, this is the first time we’re really hearing Joe’s voice without an accent. How would it make you feel if someone said that they didn’t like your voice because it was too weak? The StarKids work so hard putting on these performances and shows, and all you do is complain about their voices? That makes me sad…
2.) HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO GO OVER THIS GUYS? If the StarKids are going to come over here, they want to bring as many people as they can. Flying 20-30 or so people halfway across the world is expensive enough without finding a place to stay/spaces to rent for shows/etc.. There’s only so much money they can make from merch. (Not to mention that I personally don’t know how they themselves can afford to live, considering that having a job must be a pain while on tour, and that I can’t see their side projects paying all that much [maybe I’m wrong]. And there’s the fact that they’re not allowed to make money off of the parody shows, i.e. there’ll never be a AVPM&S or HMB DVD available to buy any time soon…
If anyone can enlighten me on this, please send me a message or something. I genuinely want to know how they’re doing it.)
3.) You’re entitled to your opinion, but I’m gonna go ahead and say that your opinion is wrong on this one. Go and watch it five more times and then come back to me. HMB is so good! The music is just as catchy as ever, the dialogue is hilarious, the characters and their relationships with each other are spot on, the costumes are just amazing and the choreography is brilliant. I adore the music and I was laughing the whole way through it. Honestly, I thought I wasn’t going to like it as much as their other shows, what with all the changes and stuff and my embarrassing lack of superhero knowledge, but it’s still StarKid and it’s still AMAZING. And OK, I missed Darren and Joey and Brosenthal too, but the show was awesome without them. We need to remember that theatre companies constantly change, guys. It’s just a fact of life…

I am so proud to be a StarKid, they really have changed my life. Their videos are like instant happiness shots or something. And just knowing that there are SO MANY of us spread out all over the world is enough to keep me going. None of us ever have to be alone ever again, and I think that that’s one of my favourite parts about this entire fandom. *Queue a massive sing-a-long of ‘Not Alone’*

And in the words of B-Hol: ‘…take care of each other. Love you all…’
If that doesn’t say anything about us, I don’t know what does…

OK guys, that’s my rant over. 

Much love to each and every one of you, regardless of whether you’re a StarKid  or not.
Hugs and Butterfly Kisses,
Your Amy 

An Idea For The StarKids

Just putting this out there…

So people are talking about how there weren’t enough female roles in Holy Musical B@man. Which is true (Although I think the girls did an AWESOME job, regardless). To counteract this, I propose: 

MY LITTLE PONY: THE MUSICAL

Just think about it.

Granted, Nick Lang would take Twilight Sparkle. I’m OK with this.
Lauren would obviously be Pinkie Pie.
Jaime could rock Rainbow Dash.
I propose bringing Devin back for Applejack.
Meredith can be Rarity.
Denise could be Fluttershy.

Julia (or B-Hol, that would be hilarious) can be Princess Celestia.
Dylan for Princess Luna. Or a narrator-type role.
Joe Walker can be Spike.
Jim can come back as Firenze.

I’m not sure about anyone else though. I haven’t really watched the series all that much.
I feel like I need to now…

BUT GUYS, THIS COULD TOTALLY WORK!!! 

A Question…

So a lot of people have liked my SuperBat fanfic, which was REALLY nice of you. Thanks for that. :)

Which makes me wonder, should I write/post more fanfiction on here? Should I become more of a fanfiction-orientated blog? Obviously, I’ll still write about other stuff, and I don’t have anything ready to put up yet, but is that a thing that people want to see?

I have ideas for/would most likely write about the following pairings: 

- Severus/Lily (Harry Potter) [SO MUCH STUFF TO WRITE FOR THEM]
- Taz/Up (Starship) [I have something that I’ve been writing for ages now, plus other ideas]
- Quirrellmort (AVPM)
- Shamy (TBBT)
- Cinderella [Completely unashamed to admit that I have a whole story arc planned out in my head for her…]
- Possibly continuing on with that SuperBat thing?

Also maybe a bit of Charlie/Rose from the end of Two and a Half Men (the way I think they should have ended the show) and others. Meh. 

SO THIS IS MY QUESTION TO YOU: What do you think I should do? What do you want to see more of? Or is this just a completely ridiculous idea? 

I’d really like to hear from your lovely faces. :)

Love,
Amy 

Relationships in the Fortress

[Author’s Note: GUYS, I ACTUALLY CAN’T TAKE THIS ANY MORE. So I watched Holy Musical B@man on Saturday morning, at, like 2am. And I am OBSESSED. I love it so much. And I know that it’s not even been a week, but my DeadWizardGod, we need a SuperBat community. 
I’m aware that this is probably going to suck, ‘cause it’s nearly 4am and I haven’t really planned this or anything, BUT I NEED SOMETHING.
I haven’t actually written any slash before, so this will be an experience…
CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR HMB. If you haven’t seen it yet, I BEG you to do so. In fact, just click here. Do it. Do it now.

Oh, copyright stuff. I. DON’T. OWN. ANYTHING. I am not a member of Team StarKid, no matter how much I wish I was. I also don’t own DC Comics (or Marvel Comics). I do not own the characters. This is purely a work for fan appreciation. That is all.
Without any further ado, here we go…]

The Fortress of Friendship was dead. Superman sat on the couch with his head in his hands. The others had all left to go out crime fighting in Gotham, but recently, Superman hadn’t been feeling up to it. He kept playing his fight with Batman over and over in his head. Why did it make him feel…like this?

He and Batman were just inches from each other’s faces. Every molecule of hate that he felt towards Batman raged through his blood. He could feel Batman’s hot breath on his skin. Something had glinted in Batman’s eyes as his face moved even closer to Superman’s. Superman’s stomach tied itself in knots, and he began to increasingly feel sicker and sicker. Then Batman turned away and began talking about how much better he was. Superman couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, and it confused him.

Why? Why should Batman make him feel like this? He pulled at his own hair and moaned loudly. Even thinking about it gave Superman that queasy notion. What was wrong with him?

Superman had never questioned his sexuality like this before. As Clark Kent, he had gone on a couple of dates with Lois Lane. They had always gone well, but he had never let it go any further than a goodnight kiss on the cheek. He tried furiously to imagine himself going further with Lois. He closed his eyes and kissed her passionately, his hands knotting in her hair. But when he opened his eyes, he was staring into the face of Bruce Wayne; his eyes filled with passion. 

What? NO. He can’t think of that. Superman shook his head, got up, and began pacing. He wasn’t attracted to Bruce. With his strong arms and…no.
Even if he was, what could he do about it? Not that he would do anything of course, because there was nothing to do anything about. Anyway, Superman told himself, Batman was completely straight. He had even told Superman about his plans for Lois Lane when Superman had found that ring.
It suddenly stuck Superman that he didn’t really cared about Lois sleeping with other men. What bothered him, was Batman.

‘I am not attracted to him.’ Superman told himself. A low voice came from behind him.

‘You’re not attracted to who now?’ Superman spun around and saw Batman, casually leaning against the wall in his tight costume. Superman’s heart jumped into his throat.

‘Uhhh, hey Batman. Y-you’re back early. Whyareyoubacksoearly?’ Smooth, Clark, he thought to himself. Batman shrugged his shoulders.

‘The guys were doing fine without me. They were going for drinks after, but I decided to call it an early night.’ He walked over to the fridge and got himself a beer. ‘You didn’t answer my question. Who are you not attracted to?’ Superman’s heart began to beat faster.

‘I…Um…Lois! Yes Lois. I’m not attracted to Lois.’ Great save there.

‘Oh.’ Batman looked in the fridge again. ‘Beer?’

‘Uhhh, yeah, sure.’ Superman replied as he sat back on the couch. Batman opened the beers, joined Superman and handed him a bottle. They sat in silence for a while, just sipping their beers.

‘I wasn’t really into her, either.’ Batman stated. ‘I mean she’s pretty and all, but not really my type.’

‘Really?’ Superman’s heart skipped a beat. He angled himself a little more towards Batman.

‘Yeah.’ More silence. Superman caught himself staring at Batman. and quickly looked away. He was so close to that beautiful body, and yet so far away. Batman sighed. ‘Clark, can I confide in you about something?’

‘Anything, Bruce.’ Superman said almost a little too quickly. He liked it when they used each other’s real names.

‘I’m concerned about Robin. He’s being very clingy…’ Batman took a long drink from his bottle.

‘Well yeah, he’s a young boy who’s lost his whole family. You’re the only person he really has.’ Superman offered, trying to ignore his jealousy of Robin’s closeness to Batman.

‘I don’t mean…It’s a little more…extreme. If you know what I mean.’ Superman’s eyes widened, and his heart stopped.

‘Oh. And…you’re not OK with that?’ Crap. Why did he ask that? That was stupid. Superman cursed himself for asking such a question. Batman paused, thinking for a moment. Superman felt an eternity pass before Batman answered.

‘It’s not that. It’s just…he’s just a kid, y’know. It’s a little awkward.’ Superman stopped breathing, hardly believing his ears. ‘He’s like a brother to me, and that’s all I’ll ever see him as. It’s not like he’s our age.’ Batman added, looking into Superman’s eyes. Superman felt himself blush, and quickly took a big swig of his beer to cover it up. ‘I mean, you know, it’s better to have these kinds of relationships at our age, with someone that you like and who likes you back. I just…I don’t know what to say to him though. It could be so awkward…What do you think, Clark?’ Superman suddenly snapped out of his little daydream at the sound of his name. He couldn’t believe what Batman had just told him.

‘What? Oh, erm…I think…’ What does anybody say to that? He thought about what he would do in this position. ‘Honestly? I think you need to let Robin down gently, y’know? Let him know that you’re not interested in him in that way, but that you still care for him.’ 

‘You’re right.’ Batman agreed, taking a gulp of his beer. ‘Thanks Clark. You’re a real super-friend you know that?’ He squeezed Superman’s knee and got up. ‘I’m gonna go and turn in and think about what I’m gonna say to Robin tomorrow. Night. And thanks again.’

‘Any time.’ Superman breathed. ‘Night.’

Superman watched as Batman left the room, and listened for the slam of a bedroom door. Did that really just happen? He tried to slow his breathing, but his heart raced on. Batman was gay. He couldn’t believe it. He touched the place where Batman had squeezed his knee. It still tingled. Superman suddenly found himself grinning from ear to ear. His heart was light as he walked to his room, thinking of how magnificent his super-friend was.

[A/N. I don’t even know guys. I just had to write something. It actually came to me pretty naturally, which was kinda nice to experience again. And yeah, I’m pretty decided on SuperBat with a onesided BatRob(?). I hope you liked it.
I can’t think of anything else to say, so yeah.

Goodnight Lovelies,
Amy] 

Feeling Inspired. And Frustrated.

Yes, I know. I lied again…

So recently I’ve been getting back into my ‘Writer’ head. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m thinking about Third Year and my modules next year, or if my recent change in my view of the world (which I’m not sure that I’m quite ready to write about yet…) has done something to my brain, but I want to write stuff right now.
And if would be really bad if I did, because I still have *cough*essays*cough* to be doing.

AHHHHHHH!
 

My ideas are sort of like ‘brain crack’, where if you don’t get an idea you have out into the world right away it builds up in your head and you obsess over it and over-analyse it and GAH. (Better descriptions can be found here and here.)

Like this one particular idea I have came from a dream I had recently, and I keep replaying the scene over and over again in my head to try to work out how it ends and what it feels like for the characters and how it smells. (Yes, the scene in my dream had an extremely strong smell attached to it, and I’m trying to work out how I would describe it. I’m playing around with words like ‘scent’ and ‘odour’ and ‘stench’ in my head to find a good context for it.)

OK, so my ideas are exactly like ‘brain crack’.

It’s also just frustrating to have ideas and actually want to write, when I know that I should really wait until summer when I have more time. I get ideas for stuff all the time, but usually it’s just stupid fanfic things that I maybe will or won’t write at some point. (Which reminds me, I have a huge story in my head of Severus’ side of Harry Potter. YES OK I’M ADDICTED TO BRAIN CRACK…) But to actually have a proper story that could potentially become something worthwhile is pretty rare for me these days. Which makes the whole not writing thing even more frustrating. 
 

I’m becoming increasingly reminded of my passion for writing and my ambition to become a writer. I think that it’s a thing that I desperately need to hold on to, to have that reminder of what I’m working towards. In the really difficult times that I’ve encountered over the last two years I’ve lost sight of this, which is such a bad thing to to.

Like this blog. This blog is just not what I intended it to be. Instead of it being about my writing, or my updates on my life in Dundee, it’s just really me ranting about pretty stupid and inconsequential things in my life…
I think I’m just going through an establishing “getting to know you” period. And although it’s been about five months since I started this blog, I still have a whole list of these ‘personal’-style blogs that I really want to write. 
Maybe I’ll just have a week or so in May where I write everything up and then post them all daily until I get them all done…

Eventually though, I do really want to use this blog as a kind of collection of ideas, maybe even some brainstorms, that I can look back on and pick up again. I might even use this place to try out a couple of things and see if they work.  
I might even post some of my drawings, if I ever decide to draw things that accompany my writing. Although I wouldn’t hold out on that one…

OK guys, I’m gonna stop here…
Who knows when I’ll post again? I’m gonna try to get my head down and do some work, so I’ll probably get distracted and end up on here again. You all know what I’m like…

Until next time!
Amy 

IT’S GODIVA DAY!

OK, I lied, one more blog post before mid-May-ish….

IT’S GODIVA DAY! I’m so happy…

For those of you who have been living under a rock/don’t follow YouTubers, here’s a quick run down:
In December last year, Alex Day or ‘nerimon’ on YouTube, released his first single, ‘Forever Yours’, as an unsigned artist. Through the power of the internet and the NermieArmy, (which I am proud to consider myself a member of) we got the song to NUMBER FOUR on the UK Christmas Week Chart, along with a load of other chartings in a bunch of other countries. Which is amazing.
Now, we’re recreating this madness all over again. Alex released his second single, ‘Lady Godiva’ (an awesome cover of the 1966 Peter and Gordon song) TODAY, henceforth today is Godiva Day. What’s really cool about this is that the chart place will be announced on his birthday, so if we do really well again it will be a really good present for him.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure about the song upon the first listening, but I stuck with it for a little while and it grew on me. I absolutely love Alex’s take on the song. And the video. Dear DeadWizardGod, the video. The first time I watched it I was both in complete stitches and incredibly confused.
Here’s the link if you haven’t seen it yet (SHAME ON YOU!): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhRj_DaqCxQ

I love the video, it’s hilarious. Especially from 2:22 onwards. I’m in stitches pretty much every time. (Side note: why is there not more GIFs of that moment on here? Hell, there needs to be an entire blog just dedicated to that moment…Yeah, someone should get on that…)
I think 1:51 is probably my favourite part of the song. I can’t exactly place why, but I just love that part…
Also, a million points to Carrie Hope Fletcher for appearing to be naked on a horse for the video. Carrie, I salute you.

As with Forever Yours, there’s a bunch of remixes that you can buy too. I admit that I was slightly dubious about buying all the songs this time round, as the money isn’t going to charity, but I’m trusting in two things here; the nice-ness of Alex and that he seems to just want to produce really high quality music and change the music industry at the same time, which I agree with completely, and the fact that the NermieArmy/NerdFighters/internet would probably give him hell if this turned out just to be a big scam…

BUT, I trust in Alex and the YouTube community. Since truly discovering the YouTube community over the past year through the StarKids, and NerdFighteria, ant The NermieArmy, and Curtis Paradis and his followers, and EVERYTHING, I’ve seen just how an amazing and incredible place the internet can be. It’s truly inspiring.
(I’m getting into what I wanted to write in my ‘YouTube’ blog…Damn…)

So anyway, remixes.
Like I said, I was dubious at first. But then I heard Alex Carpenter’s remix.

AND I FANGIRLED. 
 

Seriously though, it’s so amazing to hear two YouTubers that you adore collaborating on a song that you’ve grown to love on YouTube. There’s just so much “Alex”-ness in that song. I just…Awwww, Team GodivaCarp4LIFE.

Other remixes I love/recommend are Michael Aranda’s remix, which I just adore, and the balance of sort of rock/electronic is actually PERFECT for me, Carrie’s Vocal remix, which is just hilarious, Danny’s Narration remix, again - hilarious, Benjamin Cook’s remix, purely for the little nod back to Forever Yours and the use of audio clips from Alex’s old videos, and the 8-Bit remix, for obvious reasons.
(Side note: Every song should just come with an 8-Bit remix. Who do I talk to about implementing this? I genuinely want this to happen. Or maybe it’s just me and my nerdy-ness…I’ll be quiet now…)

Honestly, I do really like the remixes, so if you can afford it (or if you’re really stupid like me) I’d definitely recommend buying them.

Also, I’m making it my non-education-related mission this week to get my hands on a physical copy from HMV. I’m really excited about this, it’s going to be so odd to see one of Alex’s songs actually in a SHOP.

All in all, my Godiva Day has been really good. It feels a bit weird to be doing this all again. I feel a strange echo of Forever Day, and it almost makes me sad. Forever Day was so mad and built up and exciting, where Godiva Day has felt somewhat calmer. Maybe it’s just down to the time of year…

It’s nearly the end of Godiva Day, so I better end this. I hope you’ve all had an awesome Godiva Day and have bought/are considering buying ‘Lady Godiva’ and the remixes.


Goodnight Dearies,
Amy

ps. No prizes for guessing what my STICOW/SICCGOOMH/Whatever the hell I’m calling this is… (Song(s) Of The Moment? [Actually, that’s not too bad…])

pps. So, had a thought. The Christmas Number One really has lost all meaning over the last few years/decades. (Ignoring the fact that there hasn’t been a decent Christmas song in the race since the 80s/90s.) There’s so much more competition for it, and I don’t really understand why. Just because it’s on a big holiday that a lot of people celebrate. Why? Not to sound cynical or anything, but it really is just another day. That’s why I think that we CAN get ‘Lady Godiva’ to number one; the competition isn’t as overly competitive. SO, LET’S DO THIS. NermieArmy unite!

Also…

I’m really sorry for not posting anything at all since, like, the beginning of February, Tumblr. I’ve had a really horrible two months, and I’m now currently playing catch-up with Uni, which is just slowly becoming more and more of a disaster…

I promise that you’ll have me all to yourself again in May, when all my Uni stuff ends and I can go home for summer. (OK, you’re still gonna be sharing me with games and StarKid and family and TV and writing, but you know what I mean…)
I have so many things to tell you. I literally don’t know where to start.

Until some more happier, calmer times,
Amy 

I had a thought last night…

So, I don’t believe in this ‘2012 End of the World’ crap. But I had a thought last night…and I’m scared…

Everyone knows that it’s the London Olympics this year. And we also all know that the person who lights the flame at the opening ceremony is the Tenth Doctor.
But what if this doesn’t happen? What if people don’t allow him to carry the flame? What if, somehow, he doesn’t turn up?
The Reapers will come and destroy the Earth, because a fixed point in time will be changed…
And ‘Hello Apocalypse!’

GUYS, I AM GENUINELY IN FEAR FOR THE SAFETY OF THE EARTH.
WHAT DO WE DOOOO?!?!