I'm Anna, a panromantic pansexual androgynous (mostly female, other days genderless - but I use "she" pronouns for simplicity) sophomore in high school. I'm a Christian. My parents say I'm liberal; I merely say I'm a human rights activist.
I am in the following fandoms: Les Misérables, Fahrenheit 451 (does it even have one?), Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, and Les Misérables; Monty Python, Les Misérables, Ferris Bueler's Day Off, The President's Analyst, Disney movies, and Les Misérables; Les Misérables, next to normal, Catch Me If You Can, and Wicked; Sherlock (BBC's version), Dr. Who (despite not watching it...), Graceland, and Criminal Minds.
Finally, Aaron Tveit is my celebrity crush, Enjolras is my literary crush/favorite character ever, and OTP of all OTPs ever to exist is e/R. (George Blagden approves this message.)
I did not make the portrait, by the way. It is by AL-lamp on deviantArt... who actually is here on Tumblr as Aladdin Lamp. *If you don't want this here, I'll take it down, I promise.*
BTW, the hashtag as the blog's name? It's a thing from my school's play.
"You hit like a girl," the strong female character says
"Stop being such a girl," the strong female character says
"Man up," the strong female character says
"Shut the fuck up," I whisper
#stop using my gender as an insult
when you say “nonbinary identities don’t exist BECAUSE SCIENCE”
all you’re telling me is that you don’t know what science is
science is a systematic attempt to describe the world. science does not define the world
if you were to go up to a scientist and say “there are things that exist in the word that science does has not yet adequately described, or described at all”
the scientist would be like “yeah i know, that’s why i still have a job”
Yesterday, I bought cake mix to bake a cake for a party tonight.
Today, I realized it was brownie mix. Whatever, it still was good. My mom helped me make it, and the batter was absolutely delicious (but, knowing my luck, I’ll get salmonella from the one egg we had to add). We popped that baby in the oven, and sat waiting for 40 minutes.
It was done, we thought. But it wouldn’t come out of the pan.
Three hours later, it still wouldn’t. We scraped around the edges, banged it against the counter, and half of it fell out, revealing that the edges were burned while the inside was raw.
You are allowed to grieve the years you lost to mental illness. You’re allowed to be mad that it happened to you. You’re allowed to pine after the person you might have been had it been different. But don’t let that get in the way of your growing into your new self and following a wholly new path for your life.
The real reason Sherlock didn’t want to go see Les Miserables with Mycroft is that he’s seen it before and he cries every time, especially at Gavroche’s death, and don’t even get him started on Empty Chairs at Empty Tables. Sherlock also mouths the words to the songs and knows how to play every one on the violin
From Willemijn’s last ever Defying Gravity….just wait for it.