cherrybomb213

So last year I made this, and for some reason, I thought it would be funny to post it.

(I was studying for a chemistry final and apparently deemed it appropriate/acceptable/a good use of time to write sensual anecdotes about Daniel Radcliffe for anyone who liked my facebook status.  Here are all 15ish of them)

So it's once again been forever since I've posted anything.  Oh, college.  Y u do this to me?

So I participated in the R/S Games this year, and people seem to like my fic, so I thought I'd make a nice post in case anyone wants to friend me once the reveals are done. (PLEASEFRIENDMEI'MTOOSHYTOFRIENDPEOPLE).  Woah.  Who said that?

I am Kelly.  I am an undergraduate studying neuroscience (which is why I barely ever post anything...organic chemistry will be the death of me!).  I'm an extreme nerd and a bit of a geek as well, and R/S is the best thing ever.

You Might Like Me If You Like:
-Hi-Chews (my roommate got me HOOKED)
-Superheroes, in various forms of media and sexiness
-Psychology, cognition, and other brain-stuff
-Narwhals
-Alpaca fluff
-Cookies
-Kittens
-The New York Times
-House, MD
-Fight Club
-Billy Joel
-Marching Band and/or Drum Corps (DCI, DCA, WGI, etc)
-Project Runway

Also, my bio teacher showed me pictures of baby bears, and that was pretty cute.

Anyway, a lot of people commented on my story about my writing style and it seemed like people wanted to know a little more about that, so I'll put that here, too.

I like to think of writing as a creative exercise.  I'm not so much of a writing-because-I'm-really-sad-or-happy-or-mad type (though there's nothing wrong with that!).  To me, it's kind of a fun, problem-solving type of thing.  So, I usually sit down and come up with a very, very basic plot.  Like a couple sentences, maybe.  And then I think about how I want to feel when I read this story.  So I take my plot and my mood, and I start coming up with themes and/or motifs, if I want to have those.  And then I create a couple scenes I think capture that, and from there I'm able to fill in the holes.  Sometimes, one of the original scenes doesn't make it in, or is heavily edited, but I still find it to be a useful tool.  I guess I'm a little "schooled" in my approach, but it works for me.  It used to be that I could just sit down and write a story, no real process involved, but for the last 5 years or so, this is how I've worked. 

Here's some more detail how I wrote my R/S Games Fic, for those who were interested:
1) First, I waited until negative one minutes before I should have submitted.  The mods were very kind to me.  Unfortunately, I am a fool who forgot the deadline.  So, I had an instant incentive to write fast! >< A couple cans of diet coke later, and I was on the scene.
2) I had already come up with the general plot for my fic.  I knew I wanted post-Hogwarts, sexual tension, and a friends-to-romance situation.  And I love the drama of the first war.  I decided that a super-dramatic feel would also mesh really well with the literary style of the R/S Games.  It's not my usual style (I generally go for reduxes of classic fandom cliches...See:  Drunken Lullabies), which made it a little more fun.  I picked out Ernest Hemingway, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and "I'm So Tired" by The Beatles as my inspirations.  That gave me shorter phrases, simplistic-yet-dark, and a sort of rough-around-the-edges vibe to work with. 
3)  Then, I chose my motifs.  I wanted silences, ottomans, and old vs. new.  And of course, I needed to work in the love happening during the middle of life (lovely prompt!!!), and it needed to focus on Remus.  Even though the story focuses on Sirius' thoughts (though from an omnipotent observer's vantage point), I took a lot of efforts to make it more about Remus.  I had to change things around a lot, but I really liked how that balance worked out in the end.
4) I actually wrote the beginning first.  But just the first paragraph.  And then the end.  Mostly because it was hot.  I did end up changing the wording of the end in order to fit with the middle, once I finished that, but the sequence of events was the same.  I wrote the James-Sirius exchange, and then the Peter exchange.  And then all the other little bits.  A bit of copying and pasting later, and I had a fic!

Erm, yeah.  Those are all my secrets. 

Anyway, as I said before, I tend to be afraid to friend people (I was picked last in gym class a lot), so please friend me if you want to!  I don't think I'd ever say know unless it was a spambot or something.  I don't need no Viagra!

xoxoxo
Kelly

PS:  Here's me being silly in my dorm.

Hey, all. It's been ages, I know. I blame my own decision to become a doctor. It will leave me with little to no free time for a good 10 years or so...

Last year I won a piano competition at my school, so me and the second place winner as well as a couple of other graduates of my piano school were treated to tickets to Riverdance in Philly. The show was AWESOME. I especially liked how they incorporated other genres into the somewhat traditional Irish style...they had a couple of flamenco-inspired numbers as well as a jazzy take on step dancing, which were all really, really cool. Not to mention the drumming. As a percussionist, I was enthralled by the number of supermegafoxyawesomehot instruments.

The show did get me thinking though. With myprettycabinet's awesome shirts and the Obama campaign's focus on gay marriage lately, I've been thinking about how gays and lesbians are portrayed in various aspects of society. One of the things I noticed was that I've never seen any dance number with same-sex courship. Dancing at these types of shows is definitely not explicitly sexual but there are a lot of symbols for courtship within the numbers. I'm not an expert at dance, and most of the dance I've seen is Irish, as that's my heritage. With the Irish dances, typically one or maybe 2 guys go after a girl and they do some peacocking with some really badass dance moves and then she responds. She'll usually either take one of them up and dance with him, or spurn them both with some insanely awesome choreography because she's just way too cool for them. And I quite enjoy that. But I've never seen a guy go after a guy or a girl go after a girl. Maybe I'm being ridiculous, but I'd totally love to see it happen, especially in this day and age. Now, I'm totally not pinning any of this on Riverdance or Irish stepdance in general, because I love both of those things. From what I know, this is a general blanket statement, so no one genre is really at fault. And it needn't be like, EVERY dance. Because statistically speaking, I know there's probably not a gay couple in every little Irish town that jigs around singing about sunsets and suffering. But it'd be cool if someone tried this.

What do you guys think? Would you like to see a dance troupe try same-sex courting? Have you ever seen it? (I'm not exactly watching dance performances every week or anything, so maybe I'm just behind the times!)

So I haven't updated in a while and thought I'd just kind of dump everything that's happened recently into one awkward entry! ^-^

So I just got back from New York City, where I saw The Seminar with Alan Rickman! It was a really fantastic show. It's kind of like a less TV appropriate version of House for aspiring writers. Alan Rickman is a private writing instructor teaching 4 graduate students, and he's totally an ass about it. And there's a lot of other cool plot things going on with Kate, Martin, Izzy, and Douglas, who is very concerned about the exterior and interior of things xD

After the show, my friend and I waited for the cast outside the stage door. We met everyone but Alan and Lily, who played Kate, and they were all very nice! They very much appreciated being asked questions and told us they liked our outfits...

Well, here comes backstory. We actually came to New York to try to see Darren Criss in How to Succeed in Business. In preparation, we'd made some beautiful Scarves of Sexual Preference out of rainbow fleece. We left my house at 6AM to get in line at 8:15 to get rush tickets (which were sold at 10). Of course I knew it would be kind of crazy there and that we may not get tickets, since he's only on for 3 weeks. But I did get tickets to see Daniel Radcliffe this way, so I thought there may be hope.

There was hope, actually. The sad part is that (despite the large amount of people who appeared to have literally camped out all night to get these tickets) we actually made it all the way to the counter before the tickets had sold out. Unfortunately, there was ONE ticket left when we got to the register. Yes, we were literally 1 person too late. But we refused to acknowledge that we'd really just stood in line for 2.5 hours and could no longer feel our feet (43 degrees Farenheit, my ass! Thank god for those scarves). Instead, we went to a Starbucks located in a very posh Mariott on 8th, drank coffee, and went up and down the elevator for half an hour. By the way, that elevator is spectacular! 45 floors of awesome! I highly recommend it. As we discussed what else we could do, I remembered reading about a new play starring Alan Rickman in the New York Times. I'd watched a trailer and thought it looked awesome. In fact, the theater was across the street from the Mariott, and about half a block up from the H2S camp. And there had only been a handful of people in line for those rush tickets!

So, after that brief coffee break/foot-warming excursion, we hopped in line for The Seminar. While waiting (for a significantly shorter amount of time), a girl walked down the street wearing her own handmade scarf of sexual preference, and we had a photo op/meet and greet. She (being significantly less cheap than us) had bought her H2S tickets online in advance. But no matter. After all, I bet Darren Criss would be jealous that we were seeing Alan Rickman!

For the record, I love Darren Criss and know that he had no personal control over my lack of tickets. However, in my exasperation, I will continue to blame him and make fun of him for those 2 1/2 hours in the cold.

BTW, we got SO MANY PROPS on those scarves. I'll post pics if anyone's interested. Considering that was the first time I've operated a sewing machine in over a year (and trust me, I wasn't exactly an expert then, either), they turned out very nice. Jo Ann's has a nice array of brightly colored fleece, and we got large black buttons and felt from Wal-Mart. They were 60" long and wide enough to hide your face in when it is freezing during a long wait for H2S tickets.

We also realized while we were probably misinterpreted by many a passerby. After all, we were 2 girls with very short haircuts in oxfords and rainbow scarves...we did get some amusing looks.

IN OTHER NEWS, I WATCHED STARSHIP. And it was AWESOME. I'm in love with the soundtrack!!! My inner AP Theory nerd is currently analyzing the use of chords and reprises. It's simply marvy. And other other news, Junior/Brian Holden is kind of an evil, sexy beast. I kind of want to write fic based around the tone/feel of "Kick it Up a Notch" (as well as the reprise). I mean, I know that the HP fandom and R/S really have nothing to do with the story of Starship (they are two awesome, but separate things), but the style of that song, as well as its theme are really versatile and HOT. Too weird? Well, I'd definitely appreciate feedback. I'm kind of thinking about maybe a sexual tension fic, where Remus is frustrated being underemployed and living with Sirius, because he can feel the chemistry, but is too paranoid to really do anything. And just a general MWPP&Lily kicking it up a notch, because they're not satisfied with the way things are going. Maybe James and Lily are not being completely honest with each other about things they're annoyed about,

<3
Hugs and Butterfly Kisses,
Kelly

Lol, so I'm kind of obsessed with A Very Potter Sequel right now. And I totally like how there's a Remus/Sirius subtext even in the fanmade musical version of the books.

BTW, between "Days of Summer" and "Back to Hogwarts," it totally looks like they're kissing. Maybe that's just me fangirling too hard. It's kind of obscured by other peoples' heads.

Random, I know. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

Anyone else have any thoughts?

le me, derping around, not writing yet another paper on the role of consciousness in artificial intelligence.

Have submitted my R/S small gift and eagerly await its posting. I also hope I get a fic...the author who the mods automatically claimed for my prompts never commented on the thread or contacted me, so I will just have faith in the system! This community has never failed me in the past. I'll be pinch-hiting, so if you're in the same boat as me (not really sure if anyone wrote/drew for you), I might be filling your prompt. Excited about that...I really like to write!

Reread the shoebox project this weekend. It may or may not have consumed most of Saturday night/Sunday morning. >< I believe in commas, dammit. No life can exist outside of that.

In other news, I'm dressed like a hipster today. Smugness. I have a scarf on and everything. :P

what up, world?  Just making some pumpkin cheesecake.  Unfortunately it is leaking (?) in the oven, so I'm currently on standby while we air out my kitchen...no fires or anything, just smoked butter or something.  Good news is, we solved the problem by putting a cookie sheet under it to catch whatever it's leaking.  Long live teh cheesecake!

Home again.  This is the first time I've been home in over a month, so it's kind of awesome.  Comfy couches, showers without shoes, kitchen, etc.  And I have verified that brother is alive, and did not die of Skyrim-related starvation.  I fed him cookies just to be sure.

Anyone else mega-pumped for thanksgiving?  Nothing like hanging out with my cousins and a bowl of grandma's mashed potatoes!  I'll probably go black friday shopping, but I'm not going to buy much (if anything) because I would really like to have food/merch from the Paul Simon concert I'm going to on Saturday.  Yes, like Simon and Garfunkel!!!! :D My grandparents are jealous.  Word.

My blind/deaf dog is just as cute and derp as I remembered... he tends to like to sleep in very inconvenient places, like behind doorways, under the dishwasher, blocking chairs, etc.  Not entirely convinced he recognizes me *shrug*, but he seems happy to me.

In other news, I'm about 1/2 done my R/S small gifts fic :3 Can't wait to finish it up.  I've written most of it and will begin the editing process.  If you happen to be reading this and would like to mod, I'd appreciate it.

<3,
Kelly

Crazy, crazy week.  I seem to have settled into this pattern...
Monday: Eh, I don't want to really do stuff.  *Half-asses*
Tuesday:  Dear god, where did all this homework come from?
Wednesday: OK NO SLEEPING OR EATING ALLOWED.  TOO MUCH WORK.
Thursday Morning: WHERE AM I?!  WHY IS THIS PAPER NOT DONE?!
Thursday afternoon-Sunday:  Slackage.

Yeah.  So I'm now in the stay in bed and go on the internetz time.  Yay!!! 
I ended up doing like 4 different activities last night...yay college.  I went from band practice to a neuroscience club guest speaker to a neuroscience major advising thing to odyssey of the mind and then I had to write a research paper on aritificial intelligence...><

btw, in Odyssey of the Mind, we are writing a skit about PAC-MAN.  It's gonna be boss!  I kind of want to play Pac-Man because my lines would consist of WAKKAWAKKAWAKKA

And the guest lecture was kind of badass.  This is why I love being a neuro major.  Who else gets to say they spent their night talking about putting electrodes in rats' heads and rewarding them with chocolate sprinkles while you monitor place cells activity?!  Apparently, in order to not hurt them, the little gold screws are tightened into the hippocampus over 2 weeks very gradually, and you give them like Fruit Loops and stuff so they'll learn to associate that with good stuff so they won't be freaked out every time you freak them up...so you stick them in the cart to bring them to the experiment room and they're all OMGOMGOMGFOOD :D!!!

I don't really have experience with that yet...I work with people.  We don't get to feed them chocolate sprinkles.  Well, I guess we could, if we had them...I get to hook people up to brain caps and then fix all the falling-off electrodes for 20 minutes until we can see all the brain waves, lol.  It's kind of fun...I always say we should offer people souvenior photos, they look like they're part of an old scifi movie or something, with all these rainbow wires sticking out.  It's fun ^-^

That's all for now, but I'll try to add more fun, non-science related things.  Unless people like that... <3

I decided to post a fic I put up on FFNet a while back.  Enjoy! :3

Title:  Drunken Lullabies
Author: cherrybomb213 FFNet username: blackxxrosesxx
Rating: semi-graphic T
Pairing: R/S. 
Summary:  "He tries not to think about his knobby knees, hairy legs, and scarred stomach. Instead he thinks about the empty bottles of firewhiskey on the floor, and the smell of campfires, and the glint of the light in Sirius' hair."  MWPP, School-era Truth-or-Dare-Game-Gone-WildWrong
Author's Notes:  This was written last March, so it's old, but overall, I'm proud of it.

It starts with the shirt, right?

It's a place to start…he pulls it over his head and balls it at his feet. It'll do.

Do his socks come first, or pants? Or will he look like a tosser, taking off his socks? He doesn't know, but he does it anyway. He'd look more like a tosser in socks, wouldn't he?

His blood is coursing through his veins hot and heavy, the flush of his cheeks stinging a little as he chuckles, loosening his belt. Sirius is sitting on the chair, avidly watching. Can he hear the heartbeat ringing in Remus' ears?

And here's where it gets serious. He almost thinks twice about it, but before he can go back on it, he unclasps his belt. His wand clatters out of his back pocket and onto the floor the second the button is undone. He tries not to think about his knobby knees, hairy legs, and scarred stomach. Instead he thinks about the empty bottles of firewhiskey on the floor, and the smell of campfires, and the glint of the light in Sirius' hair.

He's been dared to strip tease and lap dance another marauder. Except not James. James set the terms specifically not to include himself. "That's Lily's job."

He thinks he'll pass on Peter. He thinks Peter will pass on him, too, judging from the look of terror on his face. Nothing personal.

He approaches Sirius, almost giddy and sick at the same time with how nervous he is. No one would ever think he would actually do this. Maybe that's why he is. Nobody can say he backed down at this point, and it's too late to go back on his word anyhow. The pants are off. It's on.

Sirius shrinks away slightly, but he's giggling, so Remus doesn't make a fuss over it. He's laughing a little himself as he swings one leg over Sirius' lap. He puts a hand nervously to one side of the face of his best friend, lifting his chin. After all this work, no one is allowed to miss the show.

Remus tenses his thighs cautiously before settling even more cautiously into Sirius' lap. A few tipsy seconds later, a very important thought comes to him. "Erm, what is it I'm supposed to be doing now?"

James is apparently dumbstruck at Remus' calm, day-to-day manner about what he thought was going to be one big laugh, but manages to come up with: "D-d-dunno, man. Freestyle it, I suppose. And make it quick. I need to get a start on unseeing this. I wonder where Lily is. Do you know where Lily is?" Drunk James has a fleeting, one-track mind at the moment, so Remus barely waits for him to finish before returning to Sirius, who is currently looking about ten degrees warmer than anyone else. He's muttering incoherently, so Remus shuts him up with a flick of his hips. It's suddenly like puberty never happened for Sirius with the noise he makes in response.

The alcohol has finally freed him from questioning every second of his life, and why not take advantage of it? Each moment just comes, and there's a smooth sort of flow to it that Remus likes. Everything is just there and suddenly he doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't even mind the feeling of Sirius under him…it's almost like he's been waiting for this, and all it took was a bit of liquid courage to release it.

In a sudden fit of acrobatic ability, Remus swings his knees around Sirius' waist and thrusts, hard. Having never been a stripper or in any other way extremely promiscuous, he's running out of ideas. May as well throw caution to the wind. The dam of self-restraint bursts and Sirius is sneaking a hand up the back of his thigh, maybe to keep him balanced, maybe because the lap dance is working, but in any case, Remus isn't complaining. (James and Peter are).

He doesn't even know where this energy is coming from. Snogged-a-few-times Remus hasn't ever considered himself a hermit, but let's just say mounting his best friend sans clothes isn't up there on typical activities.

He's brought back to earth as the door slams and the second James and Peter have left the room, Sirius lets out a huge moan and begins moving his hands in places that feel a little more than comfortable.

There's only one thing left for him to take off, and yet Sirius is looking too clothed.

Remus smiles.

He thinks he might be able to figure it out from here.

I've been lurking at the remusxsirius community forever but I want to write a small gift this year, so I made an account!

I tried LJ a couple years back, but my account kind of went stale after a couple of months.  Thought I'd give it another go since I've been more active in my browsing lately.

So, I know that right now, no one is reading this.  But hopefully, a few people will in the future.

Right now, as no one reads this, I am waiting on some tacos to be delivered from california tortilla.  I have been on a foreign-gay movie binge on Netflix, sparked by going to a campus drag show last night, lol. 

I highly recommend the films C.R.A.Z.Y. (French w/ English subtitles) and The Bubble (Hua-Buah) (Hebrew and Arabic, w/ English subtitles).  First one is more lighthearted than the second...they're both seriocomedies/dramadies.  The lead in C.R.A.Z.Y. is also SMOKING HOT and dances around his room to David Bowie, so YAY. 

Most of my future friends (assuming anyone wants to friend me) will be from remusxsirius, so I'll post a link to a fic I did on FFNet a little while back as proof of my writerly existence...it's a little schoolboy-era-campy, but I'll admit I'm kind of into that when it's done well:
http://m.fanfiction.net/s/5835868/…

I'm excited to write for small_gifts this year and will try to post more stuff in the meantime!
Kelly