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This casts the Hulk from The Avengers. So it doesn't match up exactly with the various Hulk movies, and Bruce Banner is played by Mark Ruffalo. The first story in the series goes into alternate-universe mode after the lab accident while Bruce is running from General Ross but before Bruce meets any of the Avengers.
The Schrodinger's Heroes, project features an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.
Title: "The Path of the Sun"
Fandom: Hulk/Schrodinger's heroes
Summary: Bruce is not a fan of birthdays, nor of parties in general. Pat is pretty sure he can change Bruce's mind.
Required Warnings: No standard warnings apply.
Notes: Gentle coaxing, laid-back planning, low-key celebration, party food, games, team as family, cottoncandy fluff.
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The keys are twofold. First is the definition of "transfer" to include any "intent to deliver" to another person, even in the very short term. The clause specifically notes that it includes but is not limited to gifts and loans of any period. The second is a quick ramp-up into felony territory.
To point out an extreme and arguably silly but from my reading unfortunately legitimate example, it looks like you would technically commit a felony by handing your firearm to your firearms-legal friend to hold while you're, say, pouring some water, and then taking it back. You would certainly do so by handing it to a friend to fix (say, unjamming it) and then taking it back.
In both cases, the first transfer would be a misdemeanour, the second a Class C felony. And that's crazytalk. "Here, hold this" shouldn't generally lead to a felony violation. What bothers me is that the authors seemed to be somewhat aware of that fact - they make an exception for repairs by gunsmiths, but only Federally-licesnsed ones. Which most aren't.
So even if you're for gun control in general... this is just bad law. If you're reflexively voting yes, please reconsider.
WARNING: This poem contains some intense topics, and it doesn't have a happy ending. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. There is prejudice, sexist and racist language, nausea and vomiting, a superpower misinterpreted as anything else, serious rupture of reality tunnel, extreme disorientation, and unfocused suicidal ideation. Sadists who enjoy watching obnoxious characters writhe in torment may enjoy this. Sensitive readers may wish to skip it.
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Worse, I hate pointing others toward incomplete series.
Given all of these background facts, to actually step out and suggest that my readers would LOVE a series should hint at how much I've enjoyed it.
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Have prepped for incandescens to visit on Saturday for a while! Mostly prepped. Still some prep to go. >_>
I have been exhausted all day. I am not sure why. Maybe the rain. Probably the broken sleep. Hopefully now that the kid is in bed I can get a Necessary Thing done.
PFF, what are you gonna do with that Swiss Army--
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Ever since I got back, I've been cataloging (or is that catalogueing, this being a Canadian tale?) pictures of headstones and trying to fit this myriad of names into my family history database. Holy Hannah, there are a lot of them. My ancestors took the Biblical injunction to be fruitful and multiply quite seriously. As did all their children, and grandchildren, etc... even unto the nth generation.
When I tell people that I'm the oldest of nine, they tend to assume it's because of my Irish Catholic mother. But really? My dad's people could hold their own when it came to the propagation of the race. Dad was the oldest of six. His dad was the fifth of nine. Great-granddad was second of nine. Great-great-granddad was second of eight. Great-great-great-granddad was the third of a mere five.
Interestingly enough, none of my siblings has more than three. Thanks be for modern family planning.
I feel the need to drop in after the Felicia Day dox in response to her blog post how GamerGate misogynists are affecting her life, former NFL player Chris Kluwe tweeted that despite writing this epic slamfest:
…nobody doxxed him, and he says he’s not even a tough target. But they went after Felicia Day. Ineptly, but still. Choice of target says everything.
So go on. Keep pretending this isn’t about misogyny. I fucking dare you.
Also of interest:
- The vultures of GamerGate include an attorney who has bragged about getting subpoenas for more extensive doxxing
- Openly misogynistic GamerGate activist and attorney (mentioned above) hires private investigator to hound Zoe Quinn
But it’s about “ethics.” Not about hating women.
Anyway, answer like right away, I don't like things piling up.
I'm going to try to get a nap in before the partial eclipse at 2PM PDT.
On the plus side, I got shit done. Two new vocal tracks (harmony chorus), another one fixed up a bit, some mixing challenges - well, one in particular - solved. Second release candidate for "Something's Coming," a kinda-sorta release candidate for "Song for a Free Court/Anarchy Now."
but really that's blog fodder.
I am just not real good at diurnalism. OH, THE IRONY!
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So I spent most of Wednesday trying to do next week's shopping, because I won't be in any shape for it next week. Then I had lunch, came home, and lay down to take a nap. Next thing I knew, it was time to get up and make dinner.
So for now, we return to your regularly scheduled internet shenanigans...
One of my favorites is The Hobbit. It's not primarily about death, but it has a lot of very thoughtful ideas about mortality and the utter foolishness of war. Among my best-loved bits is the parting between Thorin and Bilbo:
"Farewell, good thief," he said. "I go now to the halls of waiting to sit beside my fathers, until the world is renewed. Since I leave now all gold and silver, and go where it is of little worth, I wish to part in friendship from you, and I would take back my words and deeds at the Gate."
"There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell!"
-- Thorin Oakenshield in The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
I'm a billionaire IT entrepreneur, and I have secret information that makes me certain an alien base is present on the Moon, threatening the very existence of humankind.
However, after checking with my connections in the US government, it is clear to me they won't believe my proofs and they may even try to stop me. They may believe that I'm a lunatic.
In such situation, what should I do to actually destroy the danger? Let's say I can leverage about 25 billion dollars. My deadline is 5 years from now on.
First, invest a minimum of $75k into Brazil to obtain residency. Boom. You're now a permanent resident of Brazil and protected by a sovereign government, one that has a developed space agency ...
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Hey, we're still in the black! Plenty of breathing room in case my estimates were way off (probably), or if you want to build more weapons platforms for maximum alien destruction ($1.8 billion each, to include launches).
As for the mission specifics, I think you could get your LRO built and to the Moon 3 years from starting out. This should give you plenty of time to collect data on the base and work out your attack plan.
After that, I'm guessing that your weapons will be ready about 4 years from starting out, with each taking several months to assemble in orbit. From there, it only takes four days to get to the moon, so you should be able to get your kinetic strike weapons in place within the 5 year window - but it will be tight, especially if you launch/assemble additional platforms.
A very good sfnal answer:
Kid had ootched forward, the chair tipped, and she landed hard on her backside with the chair on top of her. No damage to her tailbone, thank goodness, but she got sent home from that. (She hadn't realized that she might've been able to stay, but frankly, on 6 hours of sleep and limping as she was... Even without anything broken, I think her coming home was the right -- if frustrating -- call.) Her dad went to get her while I finished getting my teeth cleaned. No cavities, yay!
Whilst at the doctor -- kid wanted to go, and make sure everything was okay -- we got her to do a flu... Well, a flu snort. She has some live virus in her sinuses now. (Very attenuated, of course.) Yay, hopefully we can dodge a flu or two!
Needless to say, this meant that all my best intentions of loading stuff up to edit and write on... Yeahhhh, didn't happen. *sigh* After doctor, there was shopping, then dinner, then cat politics (Friskie might be beginning to accept Flicker, if Flicker doesn't try to sniff inside Friskie's ear... but Dickens is still convinced that black cat is EVUL BASEMENT KAT), then Dickens in my lap being awkward and obstructionist. He is very bad at lap cat.
Yep, just gonna leave my ninja-pirate friend to talk to the Loch Ness monster while I go see what Jack Frost did to my zombie slave. small My life is average.
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I've been so busy with other urgent projects, I'm running behind on the daffodils and a lot of other things. :/ But at least I made some progress today.
That said, one of the most common reasons people identify me that way is validation. It's something I do a lot. There is a tremendous amount of imposter syndrome, gaslighting, internalized oppression, bad tape, and other bullshit that distorts people's worldview and makes them question their own perceptions. This is best addressed by having an outside source validate their perceptions. It's particularly useful in cases of trans identity, abuse, and other things that are highly targeted. So if someone posts about their gender realignment work, I'll validate their expressed gender. That comes not just from my study of how humans work, but my archivist tendency to protect the truth. Validating it helps it stick. I've had people say that just this was more useful than what their professional therapists have done, so clearly there's a need for it.
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So after all the eye surgery adventures last winter, I fell six months behind on everything, and then summer was filled with surprise extra tasks and work that aren’t related to music… or, really, fun… at all. But I had a lot of catching up to do, and it needed to happen.
And I finally have been. I haven’t been around the last few days in no small part because I have finally beaten down my to-do list to items that were on it before GeekGirlCon 2013 (the weekend my right eye went lol no) and all of those adventures. I diagnosed the roomba’s problem and repair parts are on the way. The minor ceiling repairs (cosmetic, really) upstairs that I started right before all that? Finished. The small mountain of weird credit union rewards points I apparently had? Sorted and spent! And so on.
Not to mention the album, of course. I just dropped Release Candidate 1 for another track. \o/
The downside of all that kind of catch-up work is that I’m really kind of out of performance shape, and I need to start working on that now. Studio shape – that, I’m in. But that’s very different to performance shape.
I guess it’s a little like the difference between being trained for sprinting and trained for a marathon. Right now, I’ve been in studio a couple of months, I’m real good at short bursts, because that’s what you need, and you need to be your best at it. But that’s tiring. Live, you also need to be at your best, but in a different way that doesn’t crash your stamina. And I need to switch back to that.
Plus, I need to be booking events. I mean damn. But it’s about time to be thinking about spring anyway, so at least, this time, I’m not late.
But yeah. Catching up, one task at a time, and far enough along that old things are coming off the stack. I’m tired, but it’s the good kind of tired, and now, the decks are almost clear, and we can be moving forward again.
I'm actually trying to get back to using LJ (via DW, where I wrote my posts) as an actual regular blog. So it means that I'll be posting more things (or so I hope; the best laid plans of mice and men and all that sort of stuff) here.
My public postings will mostly be about fandom and music. The personal ones will still remain friendslocked (meaning you need a DW or LJ account that I've friended to read them. I my go back and change the security on some old posts to open them up, but I've got over a decade of posts on the LJ side.
I put in the ring-posts to allow me to snap straps on the case and carry it like a backpack. This meant varnishing would have to happen around the ring posts, which was not ideal, but once the kit-box was in, access to the inside would be pretty restricted, and I figured it would be easier to install the ringposts first.
I fitted the two uprights to make the under-neck kit box. That took me like two weeks, and I was feeling like I wouldn't be able to finish in time for OVFF but once I got them glued in things went much faster. Fitting the lid was a pain because the sides of the box aren't straight at that point, and I knew one of the handle attachment points was going to have to go in there also. I ended up making the hinges of the box and its pull tab out of leather, which matches what I used to pad the edges of the neck supports, (which fit Pearl's neck quite closely, and thus had to be softened so they wouldn't leave marks which meant more time fitting because I needed extra space to account for the leather.) The leather hinges let the box lid shift around a little more than metal hinges would, which I think makes the tolerances for opening a bit less stringent. I'm very pleased with the lid--it fits tightly enough to stay closed on its own, but opens with a tug on the pull tab. Having fit everything, I cut the lid loose again temporarily.
I bought a different handle for the case, which didn't require a shim to install (saving me a week, easily,) and which looks very nice. It was 25$ instead of 8, but I think it was worth it. I spend a lot of time with Pearl wedged in temporarily with padding and all the kit I expected to carry in the under-neck box put in, to find the center of gravity of the whole thing as closely as I could. The handle needed to be mounted perpendicular to the line extending from the center of the handle through the center of gravity of the case, so that the case would hang evenly. The major reason I wanted a new case is that the old case doesn't hang right when full and the hinges of the handle chew on my fingers.
That did, as expected, put the attachment points of one end of the handle at the same level as the lid of the box. I carefully cut out two notches in the lid of the box to accommodate the attachment points. It looks a little odd, but it is functional, and as neat as I can make it, fitting closely enough that even small stuff shouldn't be able to fall out of the kit box shouldn't be able to fall out.
The instrument case has four coats of varnish (though only 2 in some places, because in an effort to get its surfaces more level and less ripply I sanded all the way through those first two coats in some places--which is easier than you would think, even wet sanding with 400 grit sandpaper, because in my desire to avoid drips and runs I try to put on a brushful and then pull it out as thin as I can and cover as much surface as possible with it before it dries, which makes for a thin coat.)
The last coats of varnish are very matte--I bought semi-gloss varnish but failed to read the directions until I was halfway through. Thus I was using it without stirring and wondering why it was so glossy. I think the stuff that makes it semigloss is some kind of particulate suspension that sinks to the bottom of the can over time, so when I started stirring it I got a full can's dose in a half can's volume of varnish. This is okay, though; lesson learned, and in the meantime the very matte surface disguises the unevennesses fairly well, and the lack of a gleam makes the whole surface seem to have a soft glow.
The case and all its shims varnished, I drilled holes to install the feet. The plan was to have three on the bottom, to protect the varnished bottom from damage if it was set on a gritty floor or something and two on the hinge side to match the hinges plus hinge shims so the case wouldn't topple over if I set it down for a minute to open a door or something. The two on the hinge side required wood shims so shim-plus-foot matched shim-plus-hinge.
Now the place I ordered the feet send me the wrong size backing pins. (I asked for 4 of length X and 2 of length Y and got 2 of length X and 4 of length Y.) I thought at the time it didn't matter because the instructions for installation specified a minimum length the pin must protrude from the mounting surface, but not a maximum length, so I thought an extra 1/16th wouldn't matter; I'd just pound it down a bit more. I'm here to tell you that Buckleguy backing pin 1414 has an iron shaft, even if you can order them in brass, and you can pound on them *quite a bit* without mashing them down any farther. I discovered this while setting the length Y pins in the shims for the hinge-side feet, so it wasn't a tragedy because I had to drill out the underside of the shim anyway because Y wasn't long enough to go all the way through the shim, so the dookie schmutz should have packed into that cavity to glue the foot sufficiently in place so it can't "extend" and "retract" anymore.
But this was going to be more of a problem for the one foot on the bottom side that got a too-long pin. So I called up Buckleguy. Now I'd already had to call them about that particular order because I got hardware for straps to carry the instrument case like a backpack and one of the trigger snaps hadn't worked properly, and they sent me a new one, so I was pretty apologetic about not having straightened out the pin issue at the same time, which would have been easier for them. But their returns guy understood and said it was their job to get the order right in the first place, and furthermore he sent the stuff out second-day express to get it to me in time to mount the third foot before I go to the con. I should receive it today and I trusted them enough that I have already installed the other two bottom feet. If worst comes to worst and it doesn't arrive in time, the case will be a little tilted at OVFF, but still useable.
So I've got to say, if you need brass hardware, Buckleguy has quality stuff, and very nice customer service if you have any problems.
And the hinge side feet are on, and two of the bottom side feet are on, and all the hardware and its assorted shims have been re-bolted on. Someday I will glue the shims but that day was not yesterday because it's useable this way and I would really like to bring it to OVFF and I might not have time if I try gluing the shims.
I have also sewn some brown corduroy over the padding for the body--so the major thing I need to do today is finish sewing down the edges of that and figure out how to handle the padding on the inside of the lid that will keep Pearl from dropping on her bridge if the case is, for example, dropped lid-down. I have the foam all cut to size but I have to cover it with corduroy and secure it to the lid, and the padding-gluing glue I bought turns out to have acetone in it and I'm afraid it will damage the expoxy that is a major part of the lid's strength. I may run down to Walmart and buy some sticky-sided and some sew-on velcro as a stopgap.
But really, it's already better than the old case in terms of protectiveness, and I have carried it around by the handle, and the handle is in the right place, and comfortable.
It's almost done; it's almost done! But I spent so much time working on it that I need to spend extra time on my Dutch translation this morning to be ready to skype with Dad this afternoon.
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanova, Phil Coulson, Betty Ross, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, JARVIS, Bruce Banner
Warnings: Past imprisonment, torture, experimentation. PTSD. Flashbacks. Dissociation. Cyclic amnesia. Temporal trauma. Broken people. Internalized oppression. Low sense of self-worth. Self-destructive behavior. Shame. Depression. Suicidal ideation. Physical and emotional whump.
Summary: Bucky experiences life in fragments as his memory cycles through past and present.
Notes: Hurt/Comfort. Mercy. Freedom. Good and evil. Family of choice. Team as family. Trauma and recovery. Healing. Friendship. Love. Nonsexual intimacy. No sex. Trust. Memory. Artificial intelligence. Safety and security. Competence. #coulsonlives
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I don't know what they're going to do on Wednesday morning at much-too-early o'clock; it could be an apicoectomy, it could be "come back next week", it could be "come back next year". But if I'm in any shape to do so, I'll try to catch up (again!) later.
Thank you all for your patience :-)
2: A long shower today helped.
3: It's trash night. Blah.
I have been haunting fade's tumblr.
A: I dare someone to have their Bal/Seraph wear this: http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/996
B: Three Seraphim of Judgment, or a Seraph, Malakite, and Elohite? http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/995
C: THIS LIBRARY!!!! http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/991
D: The joys of crit-fails on dice: http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/997
E: Marketing campaign cleverness that... fails a little. http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/100
F: "Level 70 priest healing the tank." http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/100
G: "Makeup should enhance your natural beauty, not obscure it. Use subtle highlights to accent the ravenous hunger in your eyes and bring out the extraordinary size of your submandibular venom glands." (There's more. It's gleeful.)
H: Best. Loingirding. Ever. http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/991
I: Just plain pretty: http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/988
J: Elements! http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/985
K: K is for Ki'rin! http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/983
L: L is for Latin. http://fadeaccompli.tumblr.com/post/984
...I should stop now.
Okay, one more. HOVERDOGS!
...those are totally all quotes.
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Dream Cafe, Steven Brust's blog - Oh, Jesus Fuck, Now I Have To Talk About #Gamergate
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 3 of 7
Word count: 1123
Warnings: language (mild but highly apropos, given context)
:: This takes place in Ysabetwordsmith's Polychrome Heroics universe, and continues Aidan's visit with Hannah, Danso and the other children. My eternal, endless thanks for her permission and feedback, support and gleeful laughter. ::
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“No, that's the last errand of the morning, but first we need to talk. Man to man, because you're not really a teenager, and you're certainly not a boy.”
Danso's stomach flopped unpleasantly. “And?” he managed.
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A song that I started ages back has started to nibbling back on the edges of my brain, except now I only have little bits and pieces and the original emotional inspiration for it is long, long gone.
Normally, what I'd do is sit down with my guitar and just noodle and play with words. That's how I write most songs, I think.
Now, Anna's guitar is perfectly fine and I'm extremely grateful that she's let me borrow it these months, but it's not Six Pack (which is my main guitar) and the "feel" is different. I miss a few chords, the tone isn't quite the same. They're all little things, but it makes it harder to work on songs.
(For comparison, I played Anna's guitar at Worldcon, but Six Pack is almost an extension of me (or would be, if I played better)).
I meant to get this posted a few days ago, for which I apologize–this is what happens when I’m flattened by dental surgery! But that said, this is another book with a crowdfunding campaign to which I’d like to draw your all’s attention, especially as the Indiegogo campaign is down to its final hours.
Shawna Reppert is a fellow Carina author, and like me, she’s got some self-pubbed work as well. She’s gotten some high praise for her first solo effort, Ravensblood. Now she’s looking to publish the sequel, and is calling on potential supporters to back her up right over here. Hours are counting down, so go give her a look, won’t you?
And in the meantime, here’s a Boosting the Signal piece that Shawna sent me! Of this piece, Shawna says: “Since Raven’s Wing is written with three POV characters—Raven, Cass and the villain (not gonna tell you who it is, you have to read the book) I thought it would be interesting to let one of the secondary characters have a say. Mick MacLean volunteered.”
Mick sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of rewarmed coffee, listening to Raven’s soulful piano-playing in the next room. The boy was good, not quite concert-pianist quality, but only an educated ear could hear the difference. If Raven had devoted himself to music instead of the Art…but may as well say that if a sheep had gills, it’d be a fish. The Three Communities, and likely the rest of the world as well, had reason to be glad that Raven had devoted himself to the study of magic, whether they chose to acknowledge it or not.
Even in his younger days, Mick would have been no match for him, and he’d been formidable in time. Back in the day when he’d left his outback home and traveled to another continent to help the Three Communities bring down William’s father. Much as his boy had helped to bring down William himself.
Only Zack had never come back.
Raven still looked at him as though he expected to be blamed for Zack’s death, or maybe just for surviving when Zack had not.
Life had taught Raven to expect unfairness. Mick was determined to teach him to trust in kindness, as well. Ana had started the lesson. Cass, he knew, tried, but it was different with lovers, more complicated.
He liked the man. At first, for the sake of Zack, who had befriended him, and for Ana, who had mentored him and worried over him. Later, on his own merits.
Oh, there were bigger-scale reasons to offer the man sanctuary. Whoever had stolen the Ravensblood was powerful, cunning, and surely up to no good. Mick would do anything in his power to head off another William.
Or William himself, returning. They never had found the body.
But if the last Mage Wars had taught Mick anything, it taught him that if you lost sight of the small stuff, the human stuff, while focusing on the big picture, then you risked becoming the thing you fought.
He still wondered if Giles would be alive today if he hadn’t pressured him harder to get out. If he’d made more of an effort to be a friend to the man instead of a handler, maybe Giles would have taken his pleas more seriously. He asked himself if his failure to do so came from holding the life of a dark mage more lightly than he would have another source’s.
In all these years, he hadn’t been able to answer that question.
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Now, however, it appears that I have some kind of detachment even in nightmares. A part of me knew I was dreaming, and so instead of getting worked up to the point where I was scratching to get out of my brain, I simply did the equivalent of "Nope. All aboard the Nope Train to Nopesville." Woke up just as calmly as usual, aside from the "Holy shit, what a nightmare" thought, the lingering memories of the nightmare, and finally deciding to stay up.
So what was the nightmare? Okay, I guess I'll tell you.
I was living in the old piece of shit house we used to live in Wiota, the one out in the middle of nowhere practically. (If I had a dime for every dream that took place there, I could buy a solid gold wristwatch.) At first, I was on my bike out by the farthest-away sheep pens (close to the big metal shed our landlord kept his old tractors in), and I saw a car pull in to the driveway. I didn't recognize it, but I wasn't terribly concerned at first; we lived right by a highway, people were often using our driveway to turn around in, and our landlord sometimes had other people over with him. It wasn't until I recognized them that I began to get concerned.
When I say I recognized them, I don't mean they were real people. I meant that I had one of those "the plot fills itself in via Just Knowing Things" moments. So I Just Knew that these two people were with a particularly nasty "Christian" sect in the dream's world that makes the Westboro Baptists look like pleasant people. I got on my bike and immediately sped to the door and got inside, locking the door. A woman got out of the car; aside from the terrifying look in her face, she looked like a harmless 50-something grandma lady. She came to the door, and... well, the next part is hard to explain in text, but basically she began talking to me through the door, even though I was hidden by a curtain over the door's window. She sounded calm, but she had something evil in her voice; she was Right, and anyone who wasn't a part of her sect was an infidel worthy of death. As she's talking, and I'm getting more and more scared, she unlocks the outside door somehow, and starts to work on the inside door. She gets it open finally, and I slam the door shut on her and re-lock it, then stick a chair under the door. But I get the sense that she is going to find a way in, and I don't know what she's going to do, but it isn't good. I grabbed my phone and called 911 and was sobbing in fear as I told the dispatcher what was going on, who was at my door and what she was doing. (Note: my dream self was being a lot more emotional than the part of me that was watching the dream.)
It was about that time my brain went "Nope, fuck that crap," and woke me up. The dream scared me so much that I was having thoughts like "If I was in that house again, I would buy a gun, put bars on all the windows, invest in deadbolts and various other locks that can't be undone from the outside, and probably a 20-foot tall chain link fence all around the property, with razor wire around the top, and one of those fancy rich-people electronic gates with an armed guard in his little guard box. Oh yeah, and a secret escape tunnel." But that wasn't enough, because I Just Knew that if she couldn't get in and kill me in person, she would just set the house on fire with me in it.
I couldn't sleep after that dream. I tried continuing the dream in my mind's eye with me pulling out a gun and shooting her in self defense, then taking my family and moving somewhere in the city with lots of concerned neighbors keeping an eye out, but part of the information in the "You Just Know Things" download of the dream told me that we had done something to piss them off (even if that was just as simple as being noticed by them), and even if the scary woman who tried breaking into our house was killed, they would just send others after us. I'm not sure even Witness Protection would have been enough.
So yeah, I have had dreams with hideous inhuman beasts stalking in the shadows, and I was just like "Cool!" But somebody's scary grandmother from an extremist Christian sect, that's the REAL monster. Probably because she was actually a realistic threat; there very well could be someone or even a group of someones just like her, out in the world. So it's no wonder I couldn't get back to sleep, when part of me wanted to bar the windows of the apartment and buy a gun just in case she was real.
You picked a fine time to beat us, Lou Seal
It should be our team as champs on the field
I’m sure you had reasons
To speed our offseason
But this loss will take months to heal(*)
You picked a fine time to beat us, Lou Seal
(*) Until pitchers and catchers report next February, at the very least…
Maybe I can get some Cope together after dinner.
There is scarcely any situation in which a lady can be placed, more admirably adapted to test her good breeding, than in the sleeping cabin of a steam-boat.
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I am a strong (avid, fervid) believer in Optional Details Are Optional. Because of that, and aforementioned scheduling fail on my part, I'm nominating all my fandoms with "any" this year--but I figure I should give you some plotbunny options so you don't have to panic about what I might like, especially since my journal's been mostly inactive for the past year or so and you can't tell what my tastes are. (They haven't changed; I've just been quiet recently. Feel free to poke at my past "yuletide" or "plotbunnies" tagged posts to get an idea of my scope of interests.) I have a habit of focusing on the specific nominated characters when writing prompts, but don't feel limited to those! If you like the fandom but your favorite character wasn't nominated, I'd be happy to read that story!
What I like: Explicit fic (although I also enjoy genfic), weird consent issues, canon-compliant fic (or rather, "canon-compliant if you squint," because I don't actually believe Kirk and Spock were boinking between missions), vastly imbalanced relationship dynamics, humor, sneak crossovers, overt crossovers, slash, accidental soul bonds, sex pollen, missing scenes, PWP, epistolary fic, hooker!fic, plot-heavy fic, fic that makes me rethink a character, fic that changes how I understand canon. My bulletproof kink is breathplay. Obviously, these should not all be in the same fic. (If you feel really inspired, you're welcome to try that!) Don't feel limited by this, or worried if what you want to write doesn't hit anything on this list--this isn't "everything I like," and not even "everything I like most." It's just "a short list of what I can think of right now that I like."
Squicks/Triggers: Not a problem! No known triggers that can be hit by fic, and very very few squicks, which are not likely to come up. (This is not a challenge.) (No, I'm not listing them; I'm that confident that you wouldn't write them for a stranger. Non-strangers are welcome to experiment.) I don't mind brutal fic, character death, or unhappy endings. (Also not a challenge.) Basically, very easy to write for -- I love a broad range of tropes, writing styles, tones and genres.
What I don't normally read (which doesn't mean "don't write this," but if your muse isn't leading you in these directions, don't go out of your way to add them): ABO of any sort, werewolves, scat, high school/college/coffee shop AUs, "name on the body" soulmate fic, Homestuck anything (I have a liveblog and am trying to avoid spoilers for things I haven't seen yet. Like trolls.), Ghost Soup Infidel Gold (what were the showrunners thinking?!),
If you're really concerned, find a mod or someone in Yulechat to have them ask me--but mostly, go with "I like everything, even the things I don't like." Write the fic you want to write, 'cos that's the fic I want to read.
On to the specific fandoms (which is long, and includes the bits in the AO3 prompt, and you don't need to read any of this):
( Glitch, Daria, Elfquest, M.A.S.H., MST3K, ABVH )