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:[[MOR]I should check my bank account and make… eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…have you posted what you think you’re going to get???
I think I have? But it’s this:
I’ve had the words decided on for ages, and after I got my first one done a year and a half ago I spent a couple weeks finding the perfect font and settled on this one; it’s off Google Fonts and it’s called Calligraffiti.
I want it between my shoulderblades, possibly in two lines so the words aren’t too small while still fitting in that space - we’ll see what the tattoo artist has to say about that when I make my appointment and get my consult. And I’m pretty sure I want it in dark purple ink rather than black. Like really dark purple. I just like color so much that I’m reluctant to have any tattoos be just black.
: leans in close
looks intently at you
holds your face
couple cosplay with me
I'm trying to start writing on a daily basis again, even if it's just a paragraph a day. My muse is refusing to cooperate, though, so my many WIPs (and the two fics that I'm in the process of editing so that they can be posted ASAP) are off the table at the moment.
So... I'm going to take fic prompts and see if I can manage at least a ficlet or two.
Here's what I need from you: fandom / character(s) or relationship(s) / some type of prompt
. Any genres, any characters, any relationships (involving however many people you'd like), any ratings.Mass Effect
is most likely to be written, followed closely behind by Doctor Who
, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Rise of the Guardians
, Star Wars Rebels
, and Tolkien in general. I'll take prompts for any of my many (many, many, many) fandoms, though.
If you'd like an idea what fandoms I'm in, you can take a look at my AO3 account
as well as my fic bookmarks on pinboard
. I usually don't write anything that could really be classified as "smut," but I'm willing to give it a shot if anyone asks for it.
Things just got very interesting in the thermal imaging business.
The last time I saw a "cheap" thermal imaging camera it cost about 600 pounds. But there's now an FLIR camera available for IOS and Android devices; UK price I've seen is £185 + VAT, USA $350. Resolution is 160x120 interpolated to 640x480, which is fairly typical for cheaper thermal imaging cameras.http://flir.com/FLIRONE/
UK vendor Rapid electronics, there may be cheaper alternativeshttp://tinyurl.com/pobg7jw
I won't be buying one for myself, but I would have been all over it before I retired.
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One down... Lord, too many to go. But I can totally do this. The book that covered my first check mark? Carrie Vaughn's Kitty Goes to Washington
. It was really good. I mean, by no means a classic, but it really developed its characters well, and was just plain fun to read.
By the way, I'm open to suggestions on some of these. I've got my memoir picked out, and I think I've got my graphic novel picked out. But book by an author with my same initials? I'm stumped. (They're PLP, btw). I also have my mystery picked out.
So, dere readers, I left you as the bridal party were about to leave the house. Actually, I left the house before F and Dave, getting to the church in time to watch my brother's spectacular reverse manoeuvre and greet the bridesmaids.
I met F, collected the capes, disposed of them and got to my seat. Mothers of brides get a good view. It's part of the deal. The music started, and F came up the aisle on Dave's arm. Yes, it looked beautiful.
In British weddings, BTW, the bride and her father come first, followed by her attendants.
Sisters of bride and groom, just behind the two married ladies, old friends of F.
There wasn't even the slightest pretence of modesty or diffidence. F was so excited she bounced, literally jumping up and down. It was adorable.
The formal bit came first, after a hymn (Amazing Grace). Our vicar (curate, really) was Sam, who had been a Youth Leader in F's church before she was ordained, and thus had a very personal connection to the event. F babysat all three of her children back in the day.
Then there were prayers and a sermon, which was wholly personal. Sam gave them a bundle of twigs - so they would "stick together". Yes, we all groaned. F and K sat to one side during this bit.
Also… I finished Nanowrimo in November! A triumph because it has been such a long time since I actually sat down and enjoyed the process of writing.
The one thing I said to myself every day as I was writing: don't stop to research, just write. And I wrote. And I am sure it was crap, but I finished the very rough draft of a story of 50000+ words.
My goal for January is to print the story out, and then start with editing, and researching and rewriting...
As you may remember, a couple of weeks ago I was having some pretty serious issues with my cover designer, who up until then had been one of my best friends. I freely admit that the whole ordeal left me feeling utterly miserable (and I still miss her, after all, a friendship of more than … Continue reading A blessing in disguise →
Another win and more cool banners!
I was looking at my masterlist
and thought it was weird how many fewer Marvel icons I've made than DC ones. Then I made more DC icons. Woops. I did do a couple of Marvel ones eventually though so there's that.
1 - 5 Forever
6 -16 Arrow/The Flash
17 - 30 DC (Comics)
37 Brooklyn 99
38 How to Get Away with Murder
01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38
The Speculative Literature Foundation is pleased to announce the application period for our first annual Working Class/Impoverished Writers Grant is now open.
The application period for the Working Class/Impoverished Writers Grant opened December 1, 2014, and will close February 20, 2015. The winner for the grant is expected to be announced by April 15, 2015.
The SLF Working Class/Impoverished Writers Grant is awarded to assist working class, blue-collar, poor, and homeless writers who have been historically underrepresented in speculative fiction, due to financial barriers that have made it much harder for them to have access to the writing world.
Currently, we are offering one $750 working class grant annually.
The Working Class/Impoverished Writers Grant will be awarded by a committee of SLF jurors on the basis of interest and merit. Factors the jurors will consider when judging the grant include:
· A short, personal statement (up to 750 words) that addresses the applicant's relevant financial background, why the applicant qualifies for the grant, and the applicant's future writing goals.
· And a writing sample—published or unpublished—up to 10 pages of poetry, 10 pages of drama, or 10,000 words of fiction or creative nonfiction.
More detailed information about the Working Class/Impoverished Writers Grant and its guidelines can be found here: http://www.speclit.org/Grants/SLFWorkingClass.php
The Working Class/Impoverished Writers Grant, as with all of our Speculative Literature Foundation grants, is intended to help writers working with speculative literature. The Speculative Literature Foundation defines speculative literature as a catch-all term meant to inclusively span the breadth of fantastic literature, encompassing literature ranging from hard and soft science fiction to epic fantasy to ghost stories to folk and fai...
PURE MOTHER FUCKING REVENGE
Dammmm fucken right !
She didn’t have to be a martyr or ask any questions, she just let them bury themselves!
Hey, look, I done a fic!
It's over at consci_fan_mo here
It's complete at the moment but it was intended as a longer fic originally so if the muses cease their sulking there may be more.
Back for another year. 2015? Not sure how it’s going to turn out. One day old it’s too soon to tell. But I expect it to be interest and maybe even exciting.
2014 was a quite a year for me.
Not much changed personally, still working, still struggling to make ends meet. But my kids, my kids. Liam turned SIXTEEN and started HIGH SCHOOL. And Sarah started KINDERGARTEN. I may be in denial.
On the fandom side of things, MARVEL HAPPENED.
I swear to god, The Winter Soldier did things to me. All the meta and other things I started reading and seeing sparked something deep inside. For a little over seven weeks over June and July I wrote nearly 80k of fic. To see how much it really affected my writing, I sat down and did some addition.
Before TWS came out, I wrote 11,200 words in six fandoms, Marvel included.
After TWS, 188,822 words published in 3 fandoms (the two that aren't Marvel are actually crossovers with Marvel, LOL). I have 8053 words of unpublished fic (in two stories) that will see the light of day next year.
So, uh, thank you Marvel. I can't wait to see what Age of Ultron is going to do to my fic production.
Happy 2015 everyone.
For reasons unknown, LJ suspended Bluenight361 bluenight361
I find this particularly annoying because this journal hosts the two awesome SGA stories: Residual Heat
& Heat Source
Does anyone know what is going on? Not only is the journal suspended, but all posts in fiction communities (and everywhere) are suspended as well. So anything this author wrote in places like sga_flashfic
is now missing.
EDIT: I just found out you can still access these two stories with the Wayback Machine!Residual HeatHeat Source
: Good for Goodness SakeFandom
: Ms. Marvel, Marvel ComicsCharacters
:Kamala Kahn, Bruno Carrelli, Nakia Bahadir, DoyleSummary
: It's hard enough being an American Muslim at Christmas time. Then the Inventor had to go and make it worse.Ugh, Christmas
Edward had shown up to request aid from Narcissus, and instead he'd had his worldview rocked. It gave Xander a devilish rush of delight. He always liked being the unpleasant surprise no one expected to appear.
"So, you need some help handling a vampire pedophile, huh? That sounds like fun times all around." Xander grinned.
"What are your thoughts on immortal pedophiles? Please share," Edward said, getting his expression back under control.
Xander missed the bug-eyed shocked look. He wished he'd taken a picture, as Edward nonplussed didn't happen very often.
"I've never been a friend of child rapists," Xander said. "There's been a few of them that ended up on my wrong-side and each one of them learned a very valuable lesson." He met Edward's eyes and saw the understanding there. He also couldn't help wishing that he had the eye-mojo of the local vamps, as he would have had a clear shot at rolling Edward's mind. Too bad for lost opportunities.
"You would really go after one of your own kind?" Peter demanded. From the momentary pinch of Edward's brow, Peter was most likely to have kept his mouth shut and stayed in the background.
Xander smiled at the boy, a not-quite polite baring of the teeth. "Do you really think anyone around here is my own kind? They're fun play toys, but I am definitely in a class of my own. As they say, 'The weak are meat the strong eat.'"
"And in that scenario you're the guy that eats everyone around?" Peter ignored Edward's gestures to be quiet. He stared at Xander's chin, curiosity and fascinating fighting to overtake his practiced stoicism.
The kid was stubbornly brave but brittle. Xander knew he could break him. It was a battle not to mentally shatter him and play with the pieces.
"I'm a predator for every moment of every day," Xander said. "The minute you forget what I am, that's when I get you."
He stared into Peter's eyes and let some of wh...
Last night, I was working on a bunch of images and I really wanted to just get a visual overview along the lines of a scatter plot, but with images rather than dots. Unfortunately, no matter what I searched for, … Continue reading →
Quite frankly, I'll be extremely surprised if anyone answers this since it's been so long since I've been on here. But I love sending out cards and I love getting them so if you'd like me to send you a card, leave your name and address here and link me to your post if you have one - especially since I have a new mailing address!
Don't worry, comments will be screened as usual. :)
Title: Sealed With More Than A KissWordcount: -3000Rating: NC-17
Type: Crossover with Harry PotterWarnings: Blood play, smutPairing Lilith/ Tom Riddle Jr (Lord Voldermort)
Status: One-shotSummary: Young Tom Riddle, obsessed with power, decides to make a deal. However, he doesn't want to deal with a secretary and goes straight for the Deal Minder, not knowing a deal with her takes more than a kiss. A lot more. Tom Riddle Jr/Lilith Pure smut.
While most of the other students were busily shopping and perusing the sights of Hogsmeade, one student stood alone from the rest. He was quite certain if he had been caught, more than likely by his Transfiguration teacher, Dumbledore, he would have been expelled. However, at that moment, expulsion was the last thing on his mind as he quickly buried a box in the middle of the crossroads.
The sudden appearance of the woman, without the telltale CRACK of apparition, startled the young boy.
“Well, well. Aren’t you a handsome one?”
Back going rigid, the figure that stood in the middle of the crossroads turned to the source of the voice. His dark eyes moved up and down her form, scantly clad in a short black dress, far too indecent by society’s, human and muggle alike, standards.
With a seductive smile, the woman walked towards him, tossing back her mane of dark hair. “Little Tommy Riddle… What can I do for you?”
Eyes narrowing dangerously at her tone, he stepped forward. “I want to make a deal…”
The demon smiled. “Of course you do… But I’m surprised you even learned how to summon me in that goody-goody school you go to.” She walked up to him, circling him. Her hands played about his shoulders and his nose twitched at the strong sulfuric smell. “What can I do for you, Tom?”
The boy jerked irritably, hating the sound of the common name but continued anywa...
A dear friend's twin brother passed away earlier this morning. Please keep him and his family in your prayers.
Maid of HonorFandom:
MCU / The Avengers (Marvel)Relationships:
Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark, with background Phil Coulson/Stephanie Rogers, and mention of past Natasha Romanov/Phil CoulsonSummary:
Natasha is the maid of honor at Phil and Stephanie's wedding. Tony tries to console her by quoting Pat Benatar and sharing a bottle of really expensive vodka. It only sort of works, but even that much is a blessing.( Maid of Honor )
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Dear Yuletide Author:
Hi! Thanks for writing me fic. You are already awesome. But, if you want to know more about my personal preferences, here you go:
In general, I'd like fic that sticks to the overall tone of the fandom in question. Something funny for Veep, more serious for Deadwood, etc. I don't really have any triggers that you need to avoid. Not particularly interested in anything porny (with the exception of The Thick of It, where porn is always a welcome bonus, but in no way mandatory).
1. The Thick of It
Malcolm Tucker and Sam Cassidy
I know there are only about a dozen people who ship Malcolm/Sam, but I am definitely one of them.
However, I would like fic for these two in pretty much any form. Friends? Lovers? Co-workers who deeply respect each other? Anything is fine with me. We've only seen glimpses of Sam in canon, but from the little that is there (and a bit more in the TTOI book) it seems to be one of the few pleasant relationships that Malcolm has in his life.
How long has Sam been working for Malcolm? What kind of person does it take to last as his PA? How has Malcolm managed to not scare her off? What do they really think of each other?
Preshow, Midshow, Postshow. Whatever.
Any other characters are more than welcome.
Al Swearengen and Silas Adams
I'm not looking for slash, but anything else would be amazing. Seriously. Anything. I miss this show so much I could cry.
I love the Al/Adams dynamic on the show. Al and Dan may have a deeper friendship, but Al obviously has a lot of respect of Adams, seeming to see him not just as a underling, but as a student of sorts.
Again, I love all the other characters on this show, so feel free to put in anyone else you want.
3. Sport's Night
Dan Rydell and Casey McCall
I don't ship these two romantically, but th...
every now and then, i make a partial resolution to give up coffee. for a variety of reasons. new year's resolutions, giving up something for lent, bargaining with the big guy for xyz to happen, and sometimes just because.
this time round, i'm hoping giving up coffee will, not only improve my health, but also improve my savings. i spend far too much money, for someone on my income, on coffee. and i drink far, far too much of the stuff than what's probably healthy (we're talking between 5-8 coffees per day here).
so this time, i've changed things up. i've given myself a financial incentive to quit. for every dollar i spend on coffee, i have to donate that same amount of money to charity. every cup and bag of coffee i buy, now costs double. last week, i spent $8 on takeaway coffee. this amount has been donated to my charity of choice for this endeavour - the twitter aunties, food for women's refuge give a little cause.http://www.givealittle.co.nz/cause/aunties
now, $8 may not seem like a lot. but, for me, that's two days worth of lunches. and, considering i like to reward myself with coffee every monday and friday morning, that's $8 a week going towards the women's refuge give a little fund until i'm able to kick my coffee habit. so when i do slip up, and go coffee crazy, some fantastic people doing wonderful things in my community are benefiting, and helping to feed some of the people who need it most.
Posted: 27 Sep 14 19:46 • breve
Title: By Any Other Face
Characters: Sonny, Jason
Summary: Sonny and Jason get used to Jason's new face. (Spoilers for 9/22/14/9-27/14)
A/N: This Jason recast looks like a plastic surgery s/l so I wanted a fic where the characters acknowledged how odd it must be. Of course, I had to focus on Sason.
Sometimes, Jason catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and just stops. For minutes at a time, he'll stare, eyes running over his own face with a furrowed brow. He's learning his new face in the same bound and determined way he learned the new life that followed his accident. Naturally, the big ass mirror sitting behind Sonny's desk is a distraction and Sonny will occasionally wave a hand or tap on the table to redirect Jason's attention.
Occasionally, he lets it go.
Jason drifts off in the middle of the conversation and Sonny sits back in his chair to just look
. Sometimes, he's looking at the miracle of Jason being alive
. Sometimes, he's looking at the face too. How could he not? He's got pictures of Jason around his house. He's got them etched into his mind, memory after memory of looking for that face when he needed comfort, friendship, loyalty, or a gun. It's different now and there's still that split-second of confusion when he seeks him out.
Jason sucks in a breath, that clue that he's returning to the conversation. Instead of discussing shipments for the coffee warehouse, though, he asks, "What do you think?" Still looking in the mirror, he pokes at his cheek with two fingers.
Sonny bites the side of his lip and tilts his head. "I don't know. You ask Carly?"
"I didn't have to ask Carly. She told me anyway. So did Sam. And Alexis, Elizabeth, Robin, Michael, Morgan. Everyone's got something to say. Except you." He paused. "And Monica. She looks kind of sad."
Sighing, Sonny gets up and circles the desk. "The ...
I may be writing at the speed of molassas but I assure you I am writing. I have completed rough drafts of chapter 26 and 27 already and plan to start on 28 by Monday. And I am actually quite happy with how they have turned out, especially for rough drafts. Who knew adding another job to my hectic schedule would actually give me more time to write, but thank goodness for lunch hours long enough to need something to do but not long enough to do anything but poke at my keyboard for thirty minutes five days a week. I am thinking I will let 26 and 27 sit until 28 is done before I go back and work on revisions and such, of which I am hoping there won't be overmuch for a change. Fingers crossed that something will be ready to post in about a week. Either way, I'll keep plugging away.
Erm... Time flies? Also, I've lost my feel for inserting Chinese *sigh* Ah well, figured y'all'd be glad to see it anyway, even before I go back to my pages of Chinese-in-Serenity and give myself a refresher.
The blinking light caught Book’s attention, and he crossed the room to glance down at the screen. His brows rose slightly at the origin code, and he sat down and turned on the connection, hearing a crackle of static and then quiet.
“All well, Mal? I wasn’t expecting to hear from you,” he said in greeting, giving the monitor a solid whack on its side, which made it flicker twice and then turn reluctantly on. He gave a low whistle as the grim faces on the other side came into focus. “What happened?” he asked, scenarios crossing through his mind. The Alliance hadn’t caught up with them—if they had, they’d be dead. River wasn’t in a spell—she was right there, grinning wickedly. In fact, they were all there—although looking a bit the worse for wear. All except—
“You been holdin’ out on us, Preacher,” Mal stated.
Far too experienced to bite the first hook in a fishing expedition, Book cocked his head slightly to one side and waited.
“Demons, Book?” Mal demanded, voice cracking just a bit, so little he wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t trained to pay attention to every little thing. “We’ve got demons all over the gorram ‘verse, and you never thought maybe that was worth mentionin’?”
Book flinched, just a little. “Ah,” he murmured, relaxing just a bit. “So the boy’s finally decided to talk a bit about that unusual upbringing of his, has he? Is he okay?” He’d be more worried but that they’d said demons rather than monsters and knew he knew. That meant they’d talked to Xander, which strongly implied whatever it was they’d run into hadn’t killed him.
Mal stared ...
To any and all that care.
I am still alive and well. Been using this as more of a diary and link cache... But, you know.
My writers block is just about gone too! ^_^
...physically, I'm mean, not mentally. Though that really depends on the day of the week.(Read more ...)
I had someone request for a fic with Arthur/Morgana accidentally acquiring a baby a little while back, so figured I'd share it here!
(s1/s2 era; Merlin finds a baby and for some reason decides Morgana is the best caretaker for it— but she refuses to do it without enlisting some help, aka torturing Arthur with it for fun)
Arthur was out of breath by the time he reached Morgana’s chambers, his chest heaving. He threw the door open, fully expecting to find some sort of disaster waiting for him. Merlin had seemed adamant that he come immediately, and the wails he had heard from down the hall were terrible.
As he entered the room, he stopped short, his eyes wildly scanning the room for danger. When he found none, his sights landed on Morgana and he lifted his eyebrows questioningly. “Morgana, what…” His gaze fell to her lap, where she was cradling something small and pink. “What is that?”
Morgana chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Really, Arthur, I knew you were dense, but you can’t honestly tell me you’ve never seen a baby before.”
"I know what it is," he snapped, his ego wounded. "Why do you have it?" As he finished the question, his eyes grew wide for a moment as he tried to think back on Morgana’s appearance over the past months. He hadn’t spent as much time with her as usual, but she couldn’t possibly—
Deducing his train of thought, Morgana rolled her eyes. “It’s not mine, you idiot.”
He scoffed. “I knew that.” Though he was secretly relieved by her admission.
Morgana resisted another eyeroll. “Merlin found him abandoned in the lower town and asked me to care for it until we can locate a family to raise him.”
"Well that’s nice." Arthur nodded. "I’ll be sure to have the knights search for its real parents, too." He took a step towards the door, fully expecting his involvement to end there.
"Where do you think you’re ...
: So Rested He By the Tumtum TreeAuthor
: Angel, Willow, Angel/WillowWarning
: References to violence and implied PTSDSummary
: Angel and Willow try to create a bit of heaven in hell.A/N
: Written for —and beta’d by— the ever lovely and wonderful velvetwhip
. I hope you enjoy this story even half as much as she and I did/do.(Read more ...)
...how long has it been since I posted?
In a nutshell, my migraines have me locked in. I've got hemiplegic migraines, which is similar to having a stroke when they happen full on. Mine come and go in various degrees. Some days I'm fine, others I might just have slight pressure or mild pain. On bad days I'll get vertigo (lose my balance), extreme confusion (can't think straight), and dizziness (room spins, or total blackout).
Full on attacks for me mean partial paralysis, inability to talk, and lingering numbness. It takes me upwards of a week to recover from one. Even mild migraines can leave me with extreme fatigue.
Luckily those happen maybe 4 to 6 times a year. The bad ones maybe once a month. The regular pressure, confusion, and pain is almost everyday.
So, needless to say I've not been working regularly. I do chores, and work on writing, as I feel up to it. I'm actually doing better these days. I can deal with every day life just fine for the most part. I just don't make firm plans for anything.
Today is an okay day. Hopefully tomorrow is a good one.
It seems more and more often than more of Harry Potter fandom is starting to disappear, but I think it's the most shocking, and saddening thing to me as both a writer and long time fangirl that archives such as The Hex Files and HP Fandom Archive are the next on the proverbial chopping block if the owner, Sher De Lune does not get any monetary help from us. It goes without saying that both archives have contributed so much to well-being of our fandom, and some of the fandom's oldest and most belovedstories will disappear without a trace without either archive to host it. So I'm proposing both a donation drive and a charity drive for those like me who can't afford to give monetary help, but would love to auction off a fanwork to help the cause.
If you want to donate you can do it here
Or you can offer and bid on a fanwork in the comments below. The minimum bid is $5, and the bidding ends August 1st!
ETA: Because it was pointed out that I didn't make this clear enough, *headdesk*. Anyway, I'm making it a rule that it has to be a brand new fanwork, and after the bidding closes in August, people will have to take a screencap of their receipts (please feel free to black out any incriminating personal information you want) and email them to email@example.com before they can receive their fanwork.
Yikes. It's been over a month since I last posted.
Anyway, I'll just pretend that never happened and I'll try to get back on track with posting every day (only because I want to finish that CLAMP 30 Day challenge thing...).
Work is going well. I've been working on the Pixar parade a whole lot lately, which I don't mind, because the hours are good--not to early and not too late. The only thing I don't like about working the parade is working in the heat, but parade management always has cold water and Gatorade for the performers and we (the costumers) can drink the water and Gatorade as well.
I've started volunteering at the Natural History Museum in Los Angeles. I normally wouldn't volunteer so far away but a: Orange County is pretty sparse, when it comes to museums. Sure, we have Bowers Museum, but whenever I submit a volunteer application to them I never, ever hear back from them. Also, Bowers is pretty small. The NHM in LA has three floors, is 100 years old, they have a ton of exhibits, they have a pretty amazing Dino Hall, they're historic, they have behind the scene volunteer opportunities and tons of different departments (like the department of anthropology), and, yeah, I'm kind of considering a career in a museum (like a curator. Maybe. Hopefully. I like being around historic things/places/areas). So I figured I would volunteer in a museum to see if I like the environment and plus it's something to put on my resume. But I'm just doing it for the experience. I know I should list a 'b' reason because I had an 'a' reason but I can't think of anything for a 'b' reason. Um...maybe b: it's in downtown LA and downtown LA is very historic? Ooh! The NHM was featured in the L.A. Noire game :D which I totally want to play again just because. I like driving in that game. I can drive on sidewalks. I can drive in the L.A. river basin in the game. And a couple Mondays ago when I took the train we were besid...
Supernatural 9x23 Do You Believe in Miracles
TAKE ONE - THE QUICKIE VERSION
(I'm calling this take one, because when/if I watch again I might have a "better" review - then again I may not.)
Okay, so I had the extremely early shift on Tuesday, which generally means I wouldn't have been up late enough to watch Supernatural on the proper night, but since it was finale I made myself manage (and the review didn't go up this afternoon because I worked the late shift tonight just for the record), which was probably a mistake on my part. Don't get me wrong, I think I liked the episode and all that, but I didn't retain much from watching it either. So that means I wanna try and watch it again maybe in the near future.
Though I do remember thinking that perhaps that "unfair" commentary toward Metabore from another angel in a previous episode was correct - Metabore didn't want to wipe out humanity or anything like that he just wanted to be loved.
And I do remember thinking at the very end of the episode that I had totally called that - you know what I'm talking about. And this time, while I do loath stupid boys, I can actually forgive them for not seeing this coming, because Dean was obviously distracted by demonic feelings, and Sam was too wrapped up in Dean worry to think about long-term problems. However, I am very curious why Cass didn't say anything - I mean surely if Crowley suspected the outcome so would (and should) have Cass. Of course, I guess we are supposed to forgive that because Cass also had other things on his mind, but really ain't Dean supposed to be like his BFF.
I also remember thinking that at times I do feel like I misjudge Carver - more and more I do think the story he's trying to tell ultimately might not be so bad and perhaps if it didn't have to go through the process of going from his head to writers that don't seem to communicate well with each other and then moving through even...
Yesterday I saw The Winter Soldier
! It was fun. Cap is not really my favorite Avenger (&THOR;) but I got nothing against him, and enjoyed the first one well enough. I liked this one much more, though. Afterwards, C. and I spent a fair bit of time griping about how SHIELD's HQ placement would totally screw up our commutes. It appears to be on an island just off Rosslyn, which will probably put that big underwater helicarrier port in the path of the Orange Line, which means I am screwed all around. Then she tweeted about a post-movie fic that described the river as salty. DEAR FIC WRITERS: NO.
I also couldn't tell whether SHIELD's private bridge was a new one placed right next to Memorial Bridge, or whether they just replaced Memorial Bridge with it. I think the latter. If so, fic writers, that means that it's a very short walk from HQ to Arlington National Cemetary, if you need Steve going there and having FEELINGS during his lunch break.
We also had fun picking out the times when it would switch to Cleveland. (I believe there were a couple of shots of the city that included buildings much taller than any permitted in DC thanks to the absurd height limits in the city.) It was still vastly better, though, than the time X-Files
portrayed "Occoquan" as a busy mid-sized city (LOL) and the time Hannibal
had a beach in West Virginia. (IT IS A LAND-LOCKED STATE. IT IS A LAND-LOCKED STATE THAT IS FILLED WITH MOUNTAINS. Also, Wolf Trap hasn't really been that rural idyll for twenty years or so, but that's slightly easier to handwave than A BEACH IN A LAND-LOCKED STATE FILLED WITH MOUNTAINS.)
Also: the use of Marvin Gaye in a movie set primarily in DC was such a lovely touch. Well done, m...
Basic Account, Created on 17 December 2006 (#11843073), Last updated on 7 May 2009
200-bloody-6. This journal was created when I was 20 years old. And I last posted here when I was 23. Now I'm 28.
That feels a little weird.
I remember owning a blog from sometime in 2002/2003, which made me about 16/17. Which means I've been 'blogging' on and off for approximately 11/12 years. That's - impressive. Well no. Not if you consider the amount of 'celebrity' or paid bloggers who suddenly sprouted in Indo, and earned a truckload of easy money. But yeah. I'm old-ish! And I've been around. And I find that hilarious.
Re-reading this journal has made me realize how much I've calmed down the past few years, which isn't saying much really as I'm still the most excitable person in my group of friends. It just means way back when, I was batshit insane. Also - I am frankly appalled at some of my past posts, which I've managed not to just purge because Goddess above I was (and I reiterate) batshit insane.
These days I mostly post over at Wordpress, but this place makes me nostalgic. And I'm pretty happy with the level of anonymity I have here :) Maybe I'l come back. Not always, but sometimes.
Because fuck you Livejournal you terrible piece of shit, I still quite adore you.
Title: I never wanted to be a housewife"
Author: Lil Jei
Pairing: Raylan Givens/Boyd Crowder
Rating: PG 13
Wd Ct: 500
Disclaimer: The world of "Justified" and the characters are not mine and I make no $ off them.
Authors Note: This is the world of "Justified" but totally AU and involved in the alpha/omega world. Imagine a world that views men that can bear children as another subset of female biology. And then throw in some good old fashioned southern prejudice in regards to women’s rights especially in the Kentucky world of "Justified." This story came about in my need to write believable mpreg based off evolution etc. As well as my muse that is Raylan Givens. I always love as an author to write AU'S but I enjoy reading them as a reader as well and I wanted to share with you my take on the A/B/O world as well as mpreg. This is a what if story and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it. BTW in my typical fashion it is un-beta'd.
Summary: Raylan and Boyd had a one night stand based off their mutual love and relief to be alive, now they face the consequences.
Raylan had always been a boy or so he thought. Now looking at the test results he feels like a bloody fool. He'd have never known he was one of "them" had he not given into sin. He'd let Boyd have him that night at the coal mine, he had been grateful to be alive. Within the rush of stolen kisses and binge drinking he and Boyd had ended that night in bed together.
Now he regretted it and he regretted living too. His father Arlo was gonna try to kill him after laughing his ass off at him. Trying to stay with it Raylan thinks he knows how it'll go with the Crowder’s too. Despite their reputation as "no good" Raylan knew they were traditional. The wedding isle here he comes.
Raylan was now regretting his choice to be honest. He should have run away. He should have packed a bag and hitched from Harla...
Okay, yeah... I've gotta add my 2 cents to the complaints about this.
I, like so many, have loved this show for 14 years. I Tivo'd every episode as it aired on Showtime and then again as reruns on Bravo and Logo. I bought every season on DVD and every season's soundtrack on CD and iTunes. I felt varying levels of love, lust, pain and hatred toward the characters for 5 years, suffered thru Michael's whining and wondered how the hell long that mid-series pregnancy was going to freaking last! (no real spoilers for the uninitiated!) And I cursed Cowlip for nearly all of Season 5 (and still haven't forgiven them to this very day).
Not for a lack of availability for me, obviously, I wanted to see QAF stream on Netflix like all my fellow fans... mostly because it would bring the show to the attention of a whole new generation of viewers. And now THIS!!! I'd read the reviews and the many critiques of the music but, out of some sense of morbid curiosity, I turned on the TV tonight and hit play. There are 2 scenes in Season 1 in which the music really made me feel what I was seeing... Brian and Justin's first kiss and their dance to "Save the Last Dance" in the season finale (again, trying not to spoil). I'll admit that after the kiss I stopped Episode 1x01, skipped to Episode 1x22 and hit fast forward to confirm what I already knew. That pivotal scene had been utterly ruined.
A lot of reviewers are condemning Netflix for the music in the streaming version but I'm pretty sure they're not at fault. I'm fairly certain that it's the production company that has to pay the royalties for the music (Quantum Leap had the same problem for years because of the first 2 episodes). And, let's face it, Cowlip stopped caring about the fans during Season 4 when it was decided that they'd only get 1 more season. Fans have complained since the Series Finale in 2005 that their goal was to push the politics more than to entertain their loyal followers. Of course the po...
A selection of icons from Sherlock (2014)..........................................................................................................................
After coming across this again from a link on some page, I watched this on repeat for a while.
It's a good song and from one of the best game endings in a while.
A game that's set apart from this generation.
Posted: 12 Jan 14 05:48 • Pheoxy