#chryselephantinechaos

[thequeensart]

My art for this years @ofmd-reverse-bang.

My Fic was done by the lovely @chryselephantinechaos.

I am so happy with everything they have created. And it was such a treat to see the little snippets as it was worked on, but it was truly a joy to read the entire finished together and truly appreciate the time and effort that put into writing.

Bad For You by truetommrrow

[terriblelifechoices]

Broom cupboard and Room of Requirement for the Hogwarts ask :3

From the Hogwarts themed ask meme.

Broom cupboard: would you ever be in a hidden relationship?

I don’t think so, no.  Obviously, it would depend on the circumstances – why exactly would I want to keep this relationship hidden?  But I doubt it.

I am at that point in life in which my plethora of relatives are a) getting married and b) having babies, so if I were in a relationship I would probably be shouting it from the rooftops so the auntie mafia stops looking at me with vague ‘why are you defective’ concern.  Which probably wouldn’t be fair to whomever I was in a relationship with, come to think of it.  (I wouldn’t inflict the auntie mafia on them or anything.  The auntie mafia is terrifying.)

Room of Requirement: what would your ideal space be?

Oh, man.  *Starry eyes.*  An Epic Craft Room.  Think biggest room in the house, with tons of natural light and also good lighting for crafting at night.  And just.  All of the cabinets.  All of them.  So I can organize my craft supplies and have some place to put them away in neatly labeled bins.  And a really big table so I can set up my sewing machine and my cutting mat and not have to worry about putting them away.

Also, wifi.  Wifi is non-negotiable. 

[aventinemintha]

Hogwarts ask: Great hall and/or Hagrid's hut

Great Hall: do you care most about music, food, art, or conversation?

I am not going to lie: food. Good food nurtures the soul just like music and art (good food is art, tbh). After a foray or two into disordered eating, I’m trying to hold really fast to food as a joy - and I’m happy I’ve mostly kept to it.

Hagrid’s hut : would you rather live in a grand castle or a quaint cottage?

This one is harder but I guess it depends. Do I get money? A grand castle. Do I just have the same situation as now? A quaint cottage. I live alone, and a castle is way too much for me - but a cottage is perfect and cozy. If I could have money, a castle would be ideal - money for visitors, or a staff, or something... because not even gonna lie I do like plush surroundings and being in the lap of luxury.

[nettlekettle]

WIP Meme

Copy and paste the last sentence you wrote, then tag as many people as there are words in the line. I was tagged by @chryselephantinechaos & @old-long-john Thankyou both! <3 From my WIP fic for the @gradencetrickortreat Hallowe’en challenge (I cannot wait for Autumn to be here!):

Graves winks before motioning with his hand – and Credence bubbles with laughter as a white paper dove flies out of his sleeve like a no-maj stage magician. It lands elegantly in Credence’s lap and unfolds itself into a napkin.

I’m breaking the rules because I don’t know that many people! So, if you fancy sharing any of your wonderful words, tagging: @braganzas, @gothyringwald, @pineapplebread, @unicornmagic, @graves-expectations, @accio-toffy, @jeffgoldblumsmulletinthe90s @weepingstar

[soughs]

chryselephantinechaos replied to your post “spring”

I've had my windows open for days, and so far only seen one ant. I'M PRETTY SURE THE BUGS ARE PLOTTING SOMETHING

idk WHY but there are so many idk bumblebees? hornets?? out there this year I’M TERRIFIED

[cowboykirk]

Happy Autumn Everyone!

I was tagged by @thez1337 thanks friend!

fall/autumn preferences

rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people

1. go apple picking vs go on a hay ride [HARD both] 2. scary vs. sweet [unless it’s time to get spooky for halloween] 3. sweaters vs. boots [you can’t make me pick between cozy sweaters and my cowboy boots, no siree, I need both for maximum comfort] 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards [ha, this is a wizard-based blog] 13. harry potter vs. halloweentown [defnitely not a hard one haha] 14. go hiking vs. sleep in [if only there were anywhere to hike, sigh] 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 [my DREAM] 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 31. s'mores vs. apple crisp [the girl scouts invented s’mores how could i not] 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

Only do it if you like, ignore it if you don’t ;)

ok gotta tag the Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner Club™ squad:

@shiromiracles @seasons-gredence @acroamatica

now some friends I’d love to chat with more often:

@pangaeastarseed @waywardgraves @daddygraves @soz @imoldgreg @fantastikobskurials @magneto81 @walter-sullivan-stubble @lucy-sky @pineapplebread @roxas-j-frost @amarynthian-fortress @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins @weconqueratdawn @chryselephantinechaos @coulditbemagicnow

[pineapplebread]

fall/autumn preferences

rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people thanks for tagging me @chryselephantinechaos, @internalizedobscurial, and @roxas-j-frost

1. go apple picking vs go on a hay ride 2. scary vs. sweet [live, breathe, dream the spook life] 3. sweaters vs. boots [i refuse to choose between these two, how dare you] 4. socks vs. mittens 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards 13. harry potter vs. halloweentown [asking someone with a harry potter related tattoo? not even a question] 14. go hiking vs. sleep in [exercise? not for me] 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing [writing? don’t know her] 17. hot chocolate vs. tea 18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 [can it just be october year round?] 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples [is there a difference? i can’t say i care for either] 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves [this is like choosing your favorite child. why would you] 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie [not a fan of pumpkin flavored anything, honestly] 27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes [neither, thanks] 28. coats vs. oversized sweaters [why are these choices so hard???] 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 31. s'mores vs. apple crisp 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house 34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate

This was really cute and I fucking love fall. Tagging @angst-wizard, @gothyringwald, @nettlekettle, @pangaeastarseed, @andrandiriel, @dontyoudarestiles, @thefuzzyaya, @angryzilla, @fractalspaces, @myheadsamesssogimmetheslash, @terriblelifechoices (sorry if you’ve been tagged already!)

[lucybrown45]

Sleepy Sunday gradence fic rec

there’s a lot of exciting stuff being posted in the gradence fandom at the moment. take a look at the halloweeeeeen challenge! (my entry is coming, i promise!) gradence fic recs (08.10.2017) bambi by @second-salemite this is succulent a/o fic.  take me to church and skip to heaven by @fuckoffandcry “He didn’t win Credence. He didn’t earn Credence. He just was.“  the softest please by @riceycloveed credence is a snow leopard and tbh it’s lovely.  art deco kissing byzantine iconography by whileyoustillcan this sparkles. it reminds me a lot of this thor/loki fic.  cathedral by m_erc this is a solid metaphorical exploration of credence’s thought process. what you do behind closed doors by anoymous  get away from the door, credence! a knight like any other by @chryselephantinechaos fairytale! mr.graves by KidBrontok the first paragraph in this drags you in. it’s very clever. credence’s somber gaze heavy throughout. three little words by RussianCaravan this is short and it hurts, but there is a delicate flow of words. good to be alive by bluebeholder “It is very, very good to be alive“ the bathwater nymph by @nettlekettle credence in the bath is a vision i want to read in all fics. the reinvention of lush in the magical world is well, lush! can’t get you out of my head by @onismsufferer graves honesty with seraphina is nicely drawn. early in the morning by @renaissancewasbetter you know how i feel about sundays...

[bumblebecc]

Tag Game

Tagged by @pineapplebread

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people you would like to get to know better.

1. Nicknames: Beck, Becca, anything but Becky (don’t call me Becky)

2. Gender: Female

3. Star Sign: Sagittarius

4. Height: 5′2″ :(

5. Time: 

6. Birthday: December 2nd :)

7. Favorite Bands: The Neighborhood, Daughter, 

8. Favorite Solo Artists: Dua Lipa, Lana del Rey, Ed Sheeran (don’t call me out), 

9. The Song Stuck in my Head: “Room for 2″ by Dua Lipa 

10. Last Movie I Watched: Guardians of the Galaxy 2

11. Last Show I watched: The Defenders

12. When Did I Create My Blog: I don’t really remember tbh, I think I was like 14, so let’s say 2013? My friend made it for me.

13. What Do I Post: Fantastic Beasts fanfic and regular shitposting and cute fluffy animals

14. Last Thing I Googled: "book of genesis chapter 1” for a fanfic *sweatdrops*

15. Do You Have Any Other Blogs: @bwgpicturebook  @theogpercivalgraves

16. Do You Get Asks: lol never, tho i would really like some! I promise I don’t bite :)

17. Why Did You Choose Your URL: I had to pick something and panicked tbh. Also I didn’t think anyone would ever follow me lolololol

18. Following: 552

19. Followers: around 400, hi!

20. Favorite Color: starlet lipstick red

21. Average Hours of Sleep: usually 10. i love sleep so much

22. Lucky Number: 7

23. Instruments: Viola (fuck you violins)

24. What Am I Wearing: a raggedy ass t-shirt and sleep pants

25. How Many Blankets Do I Sleep With: as many as i can. during the winter, like five, during the summer, a small sheet

26. Dream Job: publishing editor. let me tell you your writing is shit :)))

27. Dream Trip: Dominican Republic, being happy with my body enough to wear a tiny bikini and drinking coquito rum

28. Favorite Food: sushi. any kind. yes pls

29. Nationality: American

30. Favorite Song Right Now: 3005 by Childish Gambino

im tagging @accio-colin and @chryselephantinechaos and @brevityis and that’s about everyone because everyone’s played this game already lol

[toffyandsalt]

@chryselephantinechaos @valyavalkyrie thank you, it's being dealt with! blocked and dealt with ugh.

[terriblelifechoices]

Cross-posting comment fic, to ignore the fact that Chapter 22 of Whatever Remains, However Improbable should be Chapter 22A and 22B.

Also, I have consumed so much trashy media trying to write that damn article I may never be clean again.  And I thought staring into Pinterest was like staring into the abyss.  Pinterest’s got nothing on TMZ.

So, from Chapter 13, for @chryselephantinechaos who found one of my terrible nerdy easter eggs. The original thread can be found on AO3 here.

New York, April 1928

Credence couldn’t make up his mind about whether or not he liked poetry readings.  He had a much better grasp on what he liked versus what he didn’t than he had a year ago, but Percival - and everyone else he knew - insisted that the best way to find out what he liked was to go out and try new things so that he could find out.  The poetry readings were Queenie’s fault.

“You like reading,” she’d reasoned.  “Maybe you’ll like reading poetry, too.”

Credence did.  He didn’t like all of it - Shakespeare was a bit hard to understand, sometimes, and his tendency to make up words did not help matters any - but he liked the way that poetry resonated, as though the poets were Legilmens like Queenie, and had reached into his head and his heart to pluck out just the right words.  Good poetry reminded him of the Bible, of metaphor and allegory and how a single sentence could leave him breathless and trembling.

Poetry readings, on the other hand, were a little awkward.  Credence much preferred enjoying poetry in the privacy of his own home, where he could read through it to his heart’s content.  Some things, he thought, were meant to be enjoyed privately.

“Oh, for goodness sake, you make it sound like bedsport,” Queenie said tartly.  “It’s poetry, and there’s no shame in enjoying it with other poetry lovers.  There’s nothing wrong with a little culture.”

“That’s what you said about the Museum of Natural History,” Credence reminded her.  “We got kicked out, remember?”

“How was I to know Newt and Tina were quarreling?” Queenie huffed.

Credence just stared at her.  He thought: because you’re a Legilimens very clearly and very loudly.

Queenie scowled.  “There’s no need to shout,” she admonished.  “And this is nothing like the Museum of Natural History.  It’s just the two of us.  We’re not getting kicked out of anywhere.”

Credence looked around the room.  The little cafe was mostly filled with people who were of an age with him and Queenie, with a few older gentlemen as well.  He did not see anyone who looked like they would argue taxonomic classifications (Newt), haul off and punch someone for insulting their fiance (Tina), or try to diffuse the situation and wind up punching someone anyway (Jacob).

Queenie’s lips curled up at the corners.  “You weren’t exactly innocent,” she reminded him, because Credence had been the one to accidentally - Queenie always forgot to mention that part - make the situation worse with a series of Knockback jinxes.

“I didn’t forget,” Queenie said mildly.  “It’s just funnier if I don’t mention that part.”

“Thanks,” Credence grumbled.

Queenie was the only one to emerge from the Museum of Natural History incident unscathed, seeing as she’d been the one to Obliviate the indignant curators.  It hadn’t stopped them from getting kicked out, though.

Credence still felt a twinge of residual mortification just thinking about it.  His husband was the Head of Magical Law Enforcement.  It reflected badly on Percival to have his spouse involved in such a public spectacle.

Percival, naturally, thought the whole thing was hilarious, and had to be talked out of decorating Galahad’s room with dinosaurs.  If Credence never saw another dinosaur ever again, it would still be too soon.

“I think they’re ready to start,” Queenie whispered, dragging Credence to their seats.

The portly man at the lectern cleared his throat.  “Evening all,” he said, a faint hint of a midwestern drawl in his voice.  “A friend of mine back in Indiana wrote this last year, and I thought it would be nice to share it with you all tonight.  He called it Desiderata.”

Credence startled.  He hadn’t thought of the pale blue potion that tasted like liquid starlight since Galahad was born.

“It’s from the Latin for desired things,” the man continued.

Credence shoved his thoughts behind a hastily erected mental wall.  Desired things.  Whoever had designed the potion that tasted like liquid starlight had a sense of humor.

Magic was like that, though.  Serious and wonderful and occasionally full of terrible puns.

“Go placidly amid the noise and haste,” the man intoned, “and remember what peace there may be in silence.  As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.”

Credence sat up a little straighter.  This, he thought fiercely.  Yes, this.  It was prose and poetry all in one: equal parts advice and desire for a life well-lived.  It was the sort of advice that the scared boy he’d been would have treasured, kinder and more forgiving than Ma’s hellfire and damnation preaching.

It was the sort of advice the man who had Percival’s love recognized as a different sort of truth.

It was perfect, and it hurt.  Credence thought that it hurt because it was perfect - the sort of thing he hadn’t known that he needed to hear, even now, free of Ma’s tyranny.  He wanted to shout in exaltation and he wanted to cry.

Poetry was its own sort of magic.

“You are a child of the universe,” the man said, and it seemed like he was reading the words directly to Credence.  For Credence, and the scared boy he’d been.  “No less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.  And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”

Queenie gripped his hand in her own, anchoring him.  Credence realized that he was trembling faintly, but he squeezed back and smiled at Queenie to let her know that he was happy, not sad.

He didn’t - he couldn’t - pay attention to any of the poems that were read after that.  Credence went to the portly man after the readings were over and said, “Excuse me, sir.  Would it be possible for me to get a copy of the poem you read?”

The man smiled at him genially.  “Did you like it?”

“It was wonderful,” Credence said honestly.  “I felt it, here,” he added, pressing a hand to his heart.

“I’ll tell my friend you said so,” the man told him.  He handed Credence a neatly typewritten copy of the poem.  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.  Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir,” Credence said, tucking the poem into his breast pocket.

“Did you really like it that much?” Queenie asked, as they walked out of the coffee house and back towards their part of New York.

Credence thought you have a right to be here and it is still a beautiful world.  He wanted to carve those words into the foundation of who he was, right down into the bedrock with Percival’s love.

“Yes,” he said quietly.

And if he re-read the poem that night, trying to soothe a fussy Galahad, well, that was between him and Galahad.

The poem being read is Desiderata by Max Ehrmann.  According to wikipedia, the poem was written in 1927, but wasn’t published until 1948.  (So, you know.  Take that with a grain of salt.)  I thought I’d circumvent that issue with having a friend of Ehrmann’s read it.

If you haven’t read the poem before, you really should.  This part in particular struck me as something that read very true for Credence, given his backstory:

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

[ambiguousdisorderken]

11 questions meme

i was tagged by both @sozdanie-gryazi-eternal and @pineapplebread (both talented as fuck, i do not deserve you<3), so it’ll be a longish post.

1. where did you grow up? West side of the province of Panama. Nowadays I live in the very same house, but in a different province, whaaat! 

2. has your favorite food changed from childhood? I didn’t even have a favorite food when i was a kid???, i was trash back then

3. how many pets do you have? NONE! and i’m very grateful for it

4. how do you take your coffee/tea? a teaspoon of brown sugar, and sometimes non-dairy creamer

5. shoe size? *squints*… 8 

6. chocolate or fruit candy? CHOCOLATE! (fruits were made to be eaten raw)

7. favorite season? for a moment i was like “but which tv show??” lmao, i love autumn, but I’ve never experienced it because my country is shitty like that 3

8. collared or button up? does it even matter? dear colin refuses to acknowledge the existence of buttons *shakes head*

9. cookie or biscuit? cookie, qué cuquis! 

10. your name without vowels? VLRY 

11. polish or lacquer? polish, though i don’t care about manicured nails anyway

12. What did/do you want to be when you grow up? I still don’t know(((: I think I would like to act for a living, or… write. I just *screams into the void* don’t know

13. What was your first fandom? Naruto… I’ll go hide under a rock now

14. What is your OTP of all OTPs, your absolute favorite? GRADENCE!!!!

15. If you could live in any universe from any of your favorite series, which would it be? goddamn!! series? I… this could sound dumb but.. gossip girl, only!!! if i were as rich as the other kids. If not then friends, because i’m a scaredy cat and i don’t want any real danger and i’d like to live in nyc

16. If you won the lottery, what would be the first thing you would buy? pay my parents' debts

17. What’s your current favorite song? le temps de l’amour by  Françoise Hardy

18. What’s your favorite book? soo difficult!! Okay, lifetime fave: harry potter. latest fave: war and peace.

19. What’s the most awkward word you know? ‘pipiris nice’, it’s a real thing I swear! Used to refer to upper classes or something luxurious/looks very nice. For example: You look pipiris nice. Latin slang(;

20. Avocado toast or buy a house? Look son I love avocados, but i need a house to store all them avos too!

21. Rock, paper, or scissors? Paper… and a pen ;D

22. Do you believe in love, after love? I wanna say no (because i live for heartbreak and melodrama), but you can totally love after having loved and lost, so yes, I do.

Whew! Now here are my questions:

What’s your favorite breakfast food?

Favorite thing about the place where you live.

Do your real life friends know about your fandom life?

What’s the last movie that made you cry?

Would you like kid!you?

Did you go through the embarrasing emo phase?

Who was your first celebrity crush?

Blank or striped page?

Last embarrassing thing that happened to you.

Have you ever used dating websites/apps?

Name one thing you like about yourself that could be considered “weird”/quirky (y’all wonderful pals).

if you feel like it (and haven’t done it, since i’ve seen this floating around our little niche), here’s to @accio-toffy @percysweetheart @chryselephantinechaos and anyone else who wants to do it<3

[nettlekettle]

Fall/autumn preferences Rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people. 

Thanks for tagging me @chryselephantinechaos & @pineapplebread <3

1. go apple picking vs go on a hay ride  2. scary vs. sweet (kitsch ghosts) 3. sweaters vs. boots  4. socks vs. mittens�� 5. bonfires vs. football 6. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies (I’m neutral on both!) 9. bake pie vs. bake cookies 10. rain vs. fog 11. black cats vs. owls 12. ghosts vs. wizards  13. harry potter vs. halloweentown  14. go hiking vs. sleep in  (I’m neutral on both!) 15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16. reading vs. writing  17. hot chocolate vs. tea  18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7 19. candy apples vs. caramel apples ...(what?!) 20. blankets vs. pillows 21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22. coffee vs. apple cider 23. red leaves vs. orange leaves 24. braids vs. bows 25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods  26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie  27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes  28. coats vs. oversized sweaters (Both, both is good) 29. beanies vs. berets 30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups  31. s'mores vs. apple crisp (again, what?!) 32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33. corn maze vs. haunted house  34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch  35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate (Both gross, where’s my cup of tea?)

Tagging: Anyone who’d like to do this.

[dailandin]

"The" (kidding! Um, I'd like to guess...... shirt?)

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

“Credence had quickly turned around at the words. A man stood at the other end of the room, dressed in a beautifully decorated silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, and a pair of just as beautiful and luxurious silk pants. He wore no shirt and Credence could see his strong chest, dusted with black hair, where the robe gaped open.”

Just one in all two WIPs! here you go, this one from the Firefly!AU

[polymathema]

Five Last Lines

Cite the final line of five of your fics – your favorites, or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next.

Tagged by @chryselephantinechaos

so as a disclaimer I’M REALLY BAD AT FINISHING THINGS LOL so some of these are more the last lines I wrote on them before I wandered the fuck off eternally

He is beautiful to Credence, graying hair and dark eyes, subdued humor under a mask of desperation and oh, but Credence feels that desperation too. (Shell and Bone aka the Horror AU Credence/Original Percival Graves *Unfinished)

They have each other and Credence belongs at the side of only one man, and he's perfectly content to stay there, Obscurus and all. (A Wizard’s Devotional ME INFORMING YOU ALL IT HAS A HAPPY ENDING Credence/Original Percival Graves)

"I'll send the Queen some apples, I think she'll get the message." (And Every Song I Write is About You that space faerie au only three people ever got to read lol Credence/Original Percival Graves)

Worth a whispered sentiment to hear one in return, and he wouldn't give this up for the world. (Dreaming Deep Tonight Inception/Stargate Atlantis (Vegas AU episode) Crossover Eames/Arthur, Sheppard/McKay)

"None of it makes sense I know but we'll be okay. You're the best and brightest MI6 has to offer, and if anyone can figure this out you can. But even then, we'll survive. We have to." (SILENCE another ill fated horror AU James Bond/Q *Unfinished)

So prefacing this as please include Original content or Unfinished content if you want to friends! @aventinemintha @strangeharpy @aspitiy @neworldiscoverer @imalwrite-orami

[acroamatica]

chryselephantinechaos said: But, css is great!

think of it like this: i did the equivalent of learning to drive on the wrong side of the car, facing backwards, steering with my feet, starting from about... eh, nine years old? ten? and i did it so much that i could do it without thinking about it. seventeen years later i had to learn css. which is, admittedly, facing forwards and steering with my hands. but it's completely backwards. and sometimes i'm stuck in a car where i still have to drive with my feet, like coding text for posting when i don't have access to the css. so you can see how i might just prefer not to switch back and forth when i'm already competent at one thing that usually gets the job done...

the perils of being an Internet Old, i suppose. newfangled contraptions that Go Against The Natural Order of Things. :D