I'm Katherine, but please never, ever call me that unless you're upset with me or it's something serious. You can call me Kit, or Kitty, or Kitten, or Eliana (don't ask). I turn 20 in less than a month, I'm very recently single (unfortunately), and I'm probably as bisexual as one gets. My pronouns are she/they/we and I love acting.
My current favorite shows (in order) are Doctor Who, Our Flag Means Death, Supernatural, Good Omens, and BBC Sherlock. I've been meaning to start Hannibal and The X Files as well, but haven't yet gotten around to it.
Movies- LotR, Project Hail Mary, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Gene Wilder's version), The Truman Show, The Princess Bride, Harry Potter, HTTYD (first & second movies)
I am a writer- have my Ao3. My inbox is open for requests- I'll write for any of those shows and movies but subtracting Doctor Who (I haven't got far enough into it yet; I'm watching with a beloved mutual), and adding Supernatural RPF. I will write anything for any ship except for bondage during consensual sex- that's an absolute no for me. The 'yes' includes smut, fluff, crossovers, AUs, canon-adjacent, OCs, etc.
I want to be your friend. If you want to be my friend, wonderful. Also feel free to directly message me if you like.
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I love writing quickly—especially when I’m in the flow—but there is one thing that completely snaps me out of it.
It’s when you’re searching for that one specific word. Then you sit in front of your computer and wonder what that word is. You ask Google, despairing because you can't even think of a good description for the word.
Until you use a different word, even if it doesn't sound as good, and then you get annoyed because you sit there for minutes and are thrown out of the flow.
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Because of my living situation I have to go to church at least three Sundays out of a month, and I'm expected to bring a Bible with me every time. The last time I got a new Bible (be aware that I did not pay for it, it was a 'gift'), it was one with places to write notes in the margins. Since Bibles are private in my family, I can write and/or draw whatever the fuck I want in it, and no one will know. My absolute favorite note that I've ever written was during a sermon generally about the evils of a life without Christ, and one of the specific points was homosexuality. I was tuned out for the most part (I also bring a journal and will write fic ideas/excerpts in messy cursive), but one phrase that stood out was 'it's sick and perverted'. This didn't stand out because I've never heard it before; I've heard it a million times. It stuck out because that day I happened to have a pink sparkly gel pen on me- and so my favorite note is 'PERVERSION! YAY!' in glittery pink somewhere in Romans.
I’m just so in love with Taika Waititi, it’s not even fucking funny. Every time he’s on screen in OFMD, I just lose my fucking shit and my heart turns to mush. His eyes are just so big and brown and deep and warm, I feel like I could get lost in them for hours. He’s so beautiful, it hurts to look at for long, but I don’t want to look awaaaay.
Southern Gothic: Abandoned Churches, cryptic gospel signs, don’t go near the marshes, elusive and overly religious people that are probably Up To Something but everyone is too afraid to ask what
Midwestern Gothic: Something Lives In The Corn, broken down trucks, gravel roads that lead nowhere, empty gas stations placed between tiny towns with only one attendant who makes too much eye contact but never speaks
Southwestern Gothic: Animal skulls hung from posts, shacks miles into the barren desert that still look lived in but nobody is ever seen around, They Watch From The Mountains, shapeshifting creatures hiding in the brush
Suburban Gothic: The mall has three stores left and one of them has been Going Out Of Business since 2011. The fountain still runs. There’s a fast food place on the corner that has never had a car in the lot and has never once been closed. Every house on the street is one of four houses. The retention pond has a name on the sign and nobody will say what it’s retaining. Your neighbor’s sprinkler comes on at 3am. The HOA sent a letter about it. The HOA has no members.
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Something, something, Post Lightning Snotlout? Hurt? Comfort? Both or neither?
I apologise for this taking so long- I needed to rewatch the episode (and got distracted and ended up watching like... five), and then brainstorm (heh) around an idea I was already having. I'm not completely sure how this is going to go or turn out, but I'm giving it a try. Under the cut in case it gets long. (It didn't really get long, I apologise.)
"He said I'm his favorite out of all of you," Tuffnut smirked, yelping when Ruffnut slapped him upside the head with the hilt of her knife and argued that that was not what Snotlout had said- clearly, she was his favorite.
Snotlout himself grumbled a few mangled syllables, too quiet for anyone to really hear. It seemed like if you got struck by lightning (only thrice, not twelve times like Tuff had 'translated'), it would actually mess up your brain, not just your ability to talk.
Because his brain was working just fine; until he tried to speak, and the words came out as random sounds that had no meaning. Tuffnut claimed to understand it- he didn't. Some of the stuff he 'translated' was right, the smart, reasonable things because obviously Snotlout would think of those things. He was a genius, after all.
Still, it was annoying. He'd never not been able to talk- his father said he came out of the womb talking. He didn't say it like it was a good thing, but then again, his father never said anything like it was a good thing, right? So that means it could be a great thing.
"Shmeeger blorgk," he said, meaning 'If Dagur gets the Skrill, he'll probably use it to destroy Berk, right?' and which, frustratingly, Tuffnut decided meant 'We should probably stop for lunch soon, right?'
•••
"Thor, come look at this."
Thor glanced over at his brother, who was eyeing one of the crystal balls he used to torture people ('not torturing', Loki always said, 'just making their life a little less easier for a bit'). "What are you doing now, brother?"
"Come look, I said. I've found one of your dragons."
Thor's brow furrowed and he stepped over, treading lightly so as to make sure no one was thundered by accident. "In which world?"
"The disgustingly barbaric one," Loki said, his tone unnecessarily superior. "It's a Skrill, see? I've directed it to hit a child."
"Loki!"
Loki rolled his eyes, something Thor would much rather see in response to someone else. "Don't worry, brother, it's not like I've hurt the mortal. Just mixed up his speech for a while."
This time, Thor was the one to roll his eyes. "You can't leave my dragons alone, can you? You are aware you have your own?"
His brother pouted, which hadn't worked on Thor in centuries. "Yes, but mine can't use lightning."
Thor blew out a sigh and shook his head. "Just make sure not to permanently hurt someone with my dragons- I can't have people cursing me again."
Even after he'd walked away, he could hear Loki cackling about how it was always worth it to hear people cursing Thor.
a/n: In my head, Thor and Loki are Marvel's Thor in Loki. They don't have to be, though.
Matching your freak is beautiful and all but what you really need is a boy who's infatuated with your freak. Down bad for your freak. Deeply intrigued by your freak. Eager to see more of your freak. Supportive of your freak. Gets bricked up witnessing your freak, even.
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