Galactic Inspirations #1

So I decided, along with my weekly posts, to also try to post a bit on what’s inspiring me now, what is really melding with me and what I’m writing. We’ll see how this goes.  It will probably be mostly pictures and minimal commentary.

Oh wait! I finally reached 5k words! Only 25k more before December!

Alright, now to the main event:

1980s Punk

1980s punk fashion, including punk’s daughter goth, is having a huge impact on me right now. It’s just so hot right now.

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Yes, I just said that so I could use this gif.

I think I can attribute that to all of the amazing SciFi films released at the time. Naturally Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi, but also my favorite, Blade Runner, which shall get its own much-deserved post soon.  Also, the fashion in Back to the Future 2′s 2015 is oddly inspirational.

blade runner gif

Something about 1980s punk and goth is so futuristic that I can’t help but gravitate towards it. At the same time, it’s the past, so it has a nice recycled-world universe. On top of that, the 80s was decadence. It was an era of decadence and a time where you could believe anything was possible. The Commies were the unquestioned bad guy, and the US was the unquestioned good guy, and the fight between the titans happened somewhere else, over there, not here. Perhaps I’m drawn to this because the 80s wasn’t a giant time of questioning the man, with the main exception being punk. It fits these sort of principles and big concepts I’m wrangling with and condenses it nicely for me into forms of fashion and hair.

These photos are obviously not mine, just ones I found all over the place.

Until later,

Xoxo Vicky Stardust

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That title literally came from the loading screen at WordPress…and I loved it so I went with it.

Also, it reminds me of this stunning gif of Steve Buscemi, who I adore. I think he’s the cutest thing ever, and don’t you dare contradict me. Also, he’s a boss actor.

steve buscemi

Anyways, I missed last week’s post, and I missed my 5k mark. I’m a bad, bad writer. I was out traveling, and that just kills the groove sometimes.  But good news! This weekend, I have all the time in the world. I’m shooting for 7-10k.

On the bright side, I did finally nail down the name for my hero (though, hero isn’t the word I’d use to describe him, really). Captain Fenrir Themis, named after the Norse hellhound. Yes, there’s a point. There’s usually always a point to everything when I write. I’m the sort of person who writes things with 50 different layers to it. I’m that neurotic. I’m the writer your English teacher thinks every writer is. I can’t help myself. It’s just all got to be steeped in symbolism.

Vicky is Neurotic

I do finally have a grasp on him. I’ve been wrestling with his character for weeks. I finally tackled him…he’s a bit of Chris Pratt as Starlord, Han Solo, and an 80’s rocker all in one. I’m starting to realize how much this thing is being influenced by the 80’s… There’s a lot of neon. I blame my parents. And the fact that Blade Runner is my favorite movie of all time. ALL TIME.

Gaze upon its magnificence.

Gaze upon its magnificence.

So, another thing I’ve been thinking is doing bi-weekly posts… I know, I know, I was awful and forgot last week’s… but this would be a short post, mostly pictures, of things that inspire me that week. If you’re actually reading this, and have input, let me know.

I’m cutting this short because I’m watching Back to the Future, all 3 of them, and it’s October 21, 2015…so I gotta. Speaking of SciFi and all…

Can we please start dressing like this now?

Can we please start dressing like this now?

Until then,

Xoxo VickyStardust

Procrastination Dead Ahead

Sweet mother of pearl, procrastination is already setting in here. I don’t even feel like writing another blog. How sad is that? But I told myself, once a week, so here we are…though I probably need to go every 3 days, judging by my stats page.

Spongebob: That show understands me on a very deep level...and I'm pretty sure Squidward is the millennial poster-child.

Spongebob: That show understands me on a very deep level…and I’m pretty sure Squidward is the millennial poster-child.

I keep telling myself I’ll have 5k words by Friday… “Suuuureeeee…” I seem to be responding.

My problem is two-fold. Not only am I just an awful procrastinator who works best against tight deadlines, but I am incredibly detailed when I write. I feel like instead of books, film should be my medium. Except I know nothing about film-making, and they’d all have to be big-budget films.

This is kind of heinous and brilliant all at once.

This is kind of heinous and brilliant all at once.

No, instead of writing, I’m over here trying to get my, to use tumblr’s word of the hour, aesthetic right. Bright side, I almost have my own feel which is starting to meld…that’s a plus, right? I also get obsessed with certain songs when I write if they remind me of the story, so I have a playlist now. Before you ask, yes, “Space Oddity” made it. How could I not? Ground control to Major Tom.

I'll never be this cool tbh

I’ll never be this cool tbh

I keep renaming people too. Like, I feel the name has to be perfect and have 4 different meanings that are relatable. My psychotic perfectionism is setting in. I understand now why the stereotype of anyone artistically inclined is temperamental. Artists are being driven insane by themselves and this inability to perfectly communicate what’s going on in their brain. They can’t perfectly replicate this particular firing of synapses in their skull so they’re bound to get a little fussy. And heaven forbid no one gets it.

Ugh, side note, my least favorite thing is people misunderstanding a joke. The worst. Especially if it’s something non-controversial and mild and they still find some what to be offended about. To a person who tries to stick to neutral ground and avoid stepping on toes or being disrespectful, if you still find something to be offended about, it takes them to a special level of rage. I think the internet has provided an unfortunate outlet for people lacking in a sense of humor. I truly do. Weird, random rant over.

Look what you did...making me resort to Gandhi.

Look what you did…making me resort to Gandhi.

Back on track, this is going slow, and my Netflix habit isn’t helping.

But this playlist I made is pretty bomb.

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