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According to this article and this article and the tweet above (!!!!), Bryan Fuller is seriously looking into doing a kickstarter to raise money to make a Pushing Daisies movie!!!

Not sure what we can do to help at this point, but following Bryan on Twitter and commenting on articles about the topic, is probably a good place to start (?)!! Any other ideas?

((So uh. No music because it didn’t pick up any through the headphones, and I wasn’t getting any ideas for a way to twist a song to fit better, but….yeah.

Bossypants, Sherry, mah audition tape is in >.> <.<

All this sweetness seriously it makes me want to sing (even though I sound so awful) and dance to whatever music is going to play in my head. 

-throws a party right here, right now-

AND FINALE~

I was thinking about how the one issue I have with atheism is my fear of death. People who believe in god may not have that fear cause they think there’s a heaven and “happiness” forever after death but I don’t have that. I’m just like “I’m over.” And the world will continue on without me.

The important part is what I do within that time I’m born till the time I’m gone. The difference between me and the religious is that they live with “god-given” rules and are kind of restricted on what they can and cannot do despite what they want to do.

My fear of death actually gives me motivation to do the things I need to do before I die. To do what makes me happy before I go.

Hell by definition is an unpleasant place, and heaven kinda sounded boring. And scary at times when I thought about what it would be like more.

((This is a result of a conversation between Birkin-mun and Darck concerning the character flaw for April Fool’s day that made commoners in Dungeons and Dragons have a fifty percent chance rate of getting a chicken when a weapon was drawn or taken out of a container.

…But my mind works like a big ol’ derp and has decided for me to stay for a while. Even though I’m pretty much going to feel my face slam against my keyboard anytime soon.

Anytime soon.

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On one hand, I could transform myself into a person whose parts closest reflect the ideal of my gender identity. And I could also turn into a flying bird. After all, the rules said I could transform into anything. Anything.