Welcome to my private corner of the internet. I'm Alexis, and for some reason I'm shy online in a way I never am in person, so please talk to me, because the chances of me talking to you first (other than as anon) are slim to none. I write all the time, poems and stories and fics, and I'm currently trying to work up the courage to actually post some of it. Until then, this is my cache of interesting, amusing, and potentially arousing posts. If you don't read the tags, you're probably missing about half of it. Enjoy.
My father used to tell me that I was prey.
He said it over and over again, and looking back now
I can’t tell if he was trying to convince me or himself.
Maybe he was trying to explain the world to me,
To teach me to be quiet and accepting,
Or maybe he was trying to convince himself that it wasn’t his fault
And it wasn’t her fault,
That I was just born the type of animal that cries and cowers and falls to tooth and claw.
Maybe he believes it, maybe he believes that sometimes people are made to be broken,
That there was never anything he could have done to prevent it,
That there was nothing he could have done to make her stop.
Maybe he needs that.
But the last time she hit me in front of him,
I growled, and he flinched,
And I did not feel like I was the one being hunted.
i wonder if magic is real, but only in a really mundane way.
when i was little i could almost inerringly switch back to disney channel right as the ads ended when i was channel surfing.
maybe youve never accidentally crushed a ladybug underfoot. maybe your microwave popcorn never burns. maybe you can spin around lots and lots of times before you get dizzy.
is that magic??
honestly im not sure if these are magic or just small, invisible skills. im not sure which i like better.
name: Alexisnickname: does ‘senior’ count?
favourite flower: dahliasfavourite fruit: pineapplefavourite ice-cream flavour: mint chocolate chip
favourite passtime: reading/writingday or night: night
chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
how do you take your coffee/tea: sweet and ridiculously strong
your catchphrase: no worries
No sugardaddies. No sugar mamas. No sugarbabies. Full socialism in romantic relationships. There are only sugarcomrades.
Natasha walking through the Avengers tower with her angry face on and Clint thrown over her shoulder fireman style she just storms past everyone and no one speaks Clint just hangs there and sadly waves to everyone as they pass
Reasons why I’m excited for “Dear White People:”
- Black actors portraying 3-dimensional characters
- Honest social commentary
- Targeted to the college age demographic
- Thorough exploration of the various forms of racism in America
- Tessa Thompson’s voice and Tyler William’s afro wig
Reasons why I’m not excited for “Dear White People:”
- White people calling it racist
- Mainstream media agreeing with the white people calling it racist