#college aged patrick but he's at a spooky university

[bunnybiter]

impulsive starter call, accepting!  ⋆｡˚             featuring;  @americanedpsycho ♡

        ew.   yuck.   gross.   it’s all venus keeps thinking.   her senses stifled by the onslaught of something she knows to be cologne.   a stench coming even deeper from his bones,   the flesh rotted.   venus knew the name of every vein,   every road the blood could travel inside a body,   every little spark of nerve.   she noted the swallow in his neck,   the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed,   and yet corpses seemed more interesting than him. " it’s giving   ...   rancid meat. ”   venus parroted something she’d heard around the sorority,   teeth snap the lollipop in her mouth right in half with a sickening crunch.   venus doesn’t need to feel around her mouth to know her teeth remained solid.   

[astrophysicist-guitar-god]

Passed/Failed: An education in the life of Brian May, guitarist of Queen

Interview by Jonathan Sale  // Thursday 23 November 2006 01:00 

Brian May, 59, is the guitarist of the band Queen, whose Greatest Hits has just been named the bestselling UK album ever. He is also an astronomer, and co-author, with Patrick Moore and Chris Lintott, presenters of The Sky at Night, of Bang! - The Complete History of the Universe ( www.banguniverse.com)

I used to frighten the neighbours by standing in the middle of the road to catch something rising in the east - they thought it was burglars. I got my first guitar for my seventh birthday, and around that time, my father and I made a telescope from a kit. It was a 4in reflector, and it was amazing what you could see with it: the Moons of Jupiter, the Rings of Saturn. I projected sun-spots on to some paper and saw them moving across.

It was Patrick Moore's The Sky at Night that made me want a telescope. I was allowed to stay up late to watch the show - and now I've been a guest on it; my dad would be very happy.

The big treat at Cardinal Road Infants, in Feltham, Middlesex, was to sit on an air-raid shelter beside the school. The girls would play a game called "I wish I was..." One day, I said, "I wish I was a bum". I had no idea what it meant. The teacher said, "We are all going inside. Brian May has just used a rude word."

I remember winning a first prize and being given a book, Black Beauty. This coincided with a wart being cut off my finger in a clinic attached to the school. It was agony and I went home in pain. My mother decided to read Black Beauty to me, and I found it so sad. I found out that there are some things in life that can't be made better.

At Hanworth Road Juniors, I was pretty much an all-rounder, and enjoyed the science lessons and the English lessons. My favourite thing was rainy days, when we could stay inside to read comics, such as Eagle, featuring "Dan Dare, Pilot of the Future", a great inspiration.

Hampton Grammar was a good school - I'm a governor now - but it was all-boys, and, on the whole, I think segregation is not a good idea. Music was my friend from a very young age, but music at school wasn't a very good experience for me; we were forced to listen to classical music and told what to think of it. We used to hide round the back of the cycle sheds with our guitars, which were not allowed at school.

I got about 12 O-levels, and at A-level opted for pure maths, applied maths, additional maths and physics, and, with two As and a B, got a place at Imperial College London. There were some brilliant lecturers - Dr Payne, for example, who would bound across the stage making wave motions to illustrate his lectures on "Vibration and Waves".

When I was on the Entertainments Committee, I booked Jimi Hendrix. Later, Queen played that same hall, and we got our first review, in Disc. We were able to book the Albert Hall for charity, and got Hendrix, the Bonzo Dog Doo-dah Band, Free and Spooky Tooth. Smile, my student band, opened the show.

I got a 2:1 (link for anyone outside the UK like me who has no idea what that means), and there was pressure on me to get a proper job, so I decided to do a PhD on "Zodiacal dust" - stardust. You see it as a cone-shaped glow in the west at the end of the twilight, and in the east just before dawn. After four years, all the thesis wanted was binding, but I had a continuing debate with my supervisor, who thought I should be doing more, and I ran out of enthusiasm. I now spend odd moments typing it up again, and the head of astrophysics at Imperial has offered to supervise its submission. Giving it up for music in 1972 was a big risk, but when a certain door opens, you either walk through it or you don't. It won't open again.

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Bold by me.

[hum-my-name2]

Annual Writing Self-Evaluation

Tagged by  @poorapothecaries ! Thanks! 

List of works published this year (from oldest to latest):

There is so much here than I thought there would be!

It’s Just So Typically Us: “You can’t slow dance to Britney Spears!”

Bonus Features and Bonus Tracks: Bonus pieces of Until We Die or Forever Ends (Whichever One Comes First)

Spooky Scary Peterick Moments: An attempt to write an October based one-shot every day of the month (it didn’t work out)

Four Times FOB Quoted Wednesday Addams (And One Time They Might Not Have): Written for the October FOBCC

The Boy With The Yellow Guitar: An America’s Suiteheart AU written for Halloween

The Best Gift I Will Ever Ask For: Christmas Fic consisting of Patrick’s attempt to find Pete’s perfect present

Honorable Mention: I’m [not] Supposed To Love You, an ongoing fic that began a few years back. I’m including it in the list since it’s been updated throughout this year, too.

Work you are most proud of (and why):

Oh goodness... Um, The Boy With The Yellow Guitar is really different from what I usually write but, looking back on it, I love some of the poetic twists that I think I see in there, haha. I mean, I read it to some friends and family members because I loved how some parts sounded so I guess I was proud of it, haha. 

Work you are least proud of (and why):

Look, I know some people might disagree with me but I’m [not] Supposed To Love You will always be a sore spot for me. I started it without a plan or outline and before I even established my writing style for myself. I don’t know. Some singular scenes feel really good but, as a whole, I just see it as really weak and disjointed.

A favorite excerpt from your writing:

Of course, I had to choose something from The Boy With The Yellow Guitar! Here’s the introduction (I guess?) between Pete and Patrick’s characters.

The Boy with the Golden Smile.

Golden. Stunning. Brilliant. He was everything The Boy with the Yellow Guitar thought he would never find in this life— or any life at all.

He didn’t appear golden at first, not with that temper or oversized hat. He hung around the library, fingers flying through pages of myths and legends at any given hour. He’d claimed it was for a class project, that he went to the nearby college. The Boy with the Yellow Guitar had claimed that it was fate, smiling like a Cheshire cat. This boy, this Boy with the Golden Smile, held himself with the subtle fury of the universe; he stood out like a lover’s moan at midnight. He was like the guitar in every way. He was light hair and pale skin, soft eyes and softer edges.

He was perfect and the Boy with the Yellow Guitar needed him in a way he never needed anyone else before. He needed him like a key needed a lock; he needed him like a pick needed a guitar.

He needed him because, once he had him, he knew he’d be able to control him in every way. He’d be his new guitar, one he could touch and play any time he wanted. One that people would stare at for twice as long; one he could claim in ways one never could with an instrument.

He needed him and he never doubted he would get him. The Boy with the Golden Smile was made to be found by The Boy with the Yellow Guitar, he was sure.

They never took the step from friends to lovers, never had time to waste with games of crushes or flirtations. The Boy with the Yellow Guitar made sure of that. He ran his hands over The Boy with the Golden Smile, marking him with fingerprint smudges and dented strings. He held him like a lullaby; he played him like a wrinkled page of lyrics.

Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

@the-chaotic-panda always leaves such lovely comments that have me smiling for ages, haha. The most recent one, on my Christmas fic, is so much kinder than I deserved! (I still haven’t probably responded to it yet, oops, but I do love and appreciate it so much!)

Of course, any comment I receive is instantly a favorite because comments are so wonderful, haha. So thank you to anyone who’s left one!

A time when writing was really, really hard:

That freaking double update I did a few nights ago for I’m [not] Supposed To Love You. Oh my actual God. I was up all night finishing and trying to perfect both chapters because I was too stubborn to wait any longer. And I know 5am isn’t too late for most people but when I’m already running on a handful of hours and falling asleep each second, trying to edit or post a document is nothing but pain.

A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

Not really a scene or character, but the fluffy attempts in Spooky Scary Peterick Moments are all scenes I wouldn’t have seen myself writing. Namely, because fluff has never been my forte, though I like to think I’m getting better at it!

How did you grow as a writer this year?:

Hmm, well, I certainly wrote so much more than last year! I’m proud of how many works fill my page now. I’ve also become much more open to feedback and criticism, something my creative writing class helped a bit with.

How do you hope to grow next year?:

I just want to continue writing as much as I have-- if not more. And I’m going to take writing so much more seriously and try to learn more about how to perfect the art, in a sense. So, that means reading more-- both fictional and non-fictional. Time to get serious about this, haha

Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Shout out to my girl, Era!! She doesn’t have a tumblr but she’s a total muse. Honesty, I wouldn’t be able to write a thing without her.

Also, @the-chaotic-panda‘s comments and thoughts on my updates always keep me going. Nothing makes feel better about a chapter I’m uncertain about :)

And another shout out to @sn1tchesandtalkers. Your Halloween and Christmas Peterick events are entirely a huge reason why I’ve been inspired/pushed to write so much this year!

Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

The most real life thing is the fact that I used both of my younger sisters’ homecoming experiences as inspiration for a piece in Spooky Scary Peterick Moments. It was great.

Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Write for yourself! I have a bad habit of wanting to write what I think people want or expect but that just stifles so many options. Also, having someone else to talk about ideas with or to read through your works is so magnificently helpful. I had a few critiquing workshops in my creative writing class and I fell in love with the process.

Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

Yes!! After I’m [not] Supposed To Love You is finished, I have two very different works I’ve been outlining for a while. I won’t spill too much of the plots but I finally have their (tentative) titles and I’ll share those: Trickster’s Wave and Victims of Superstition. 

And, if I’m lucky enough to finish those, I have a whole document of works I want to start! I’m praying for 2018 to be a successful year for writing :)

Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read. ;)

Umm, I’m sure some of you have already been tagged but how about @das-verlorene-kind, @the-chaotic-panda, and @juuna-won :)

Thanks against for tagging me and kudos to anyone who read this all the way through :)