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( Intro post and stuff about me: )
Updated July 16, 2012
I don't even really have much to say right now--I'm hosting ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatz right now and she's way better at guesting than I am at hosting, but that's not particularly of interest to anyone other than me and her and maybe my dad, who is also benefiting from her excellent guesting capabilities.
But I wanted to let everyone know that yes I do have a dreamwidth account and yes I'd love to start using dreamwidth rather than tumblr again, so if you're here from tumblr please feel free to follow! And if you have a different name here/don't think I'd know you right off, just drop a quick comment letting me know your handle or whatever relevant information. But I have an open-follower policy so you don't have to ask permission to follow or anything weird like that.
Fair warning that if you feel like back-reading this blog it is... very old? And full of feelings about media that I have long since abandoned by the wayside (I found an amazing exchange betweenwaldorph and myself about SHERLOCK, of all things, and I could have sworn to you on a stack of bibles that I never felt more than vague interest in that show but here's dreamwidth coming out of her well etc). There's also probably things I thought and said back in the day that I no longer say or think, although I'm crossing my fingers that I haven't said anything truly unforgivable on here.
Anyway, hello again.
spatz right now and she's way better at guesting than I am at hosting, but that's not particularly of interest to anyone other than me and her and maybe my dad, who is also benefiting from her excellent guesting capabilities.But I wanted to let everyone know that yes I do have a dreamwidth account and yes I'd love to start using dreamwidth rather than tumblr again, so if you're here from tumblr please feel free to follow! And if you have a different name here/don't think I'd know you right off, just drop a quick comment letting me know your handle or whatever relevant information. But I have an open-follower policy so you don't have to ask permission to follow or anything weird like that.
Fair warning that if you feel like back-reading this blog it is... very old? And full of feelings about media that I have long since abandoned by the wayside (I found an amazing exchange between
waldorph and myself about SHERLOCK, of all things, and I could have sworn to you on a stack of bibles that I never felt more than vague interest in that show but here's dreamwidth coming out of her well etc). There's also probably things I thought and said back in the day that I no longer say or think, although I'm crossing my fingers that I haven't said anything truly unforgivable on here.Anyway, hello again.
wobblycompetencies: Also while we're talking AUs we want to see
if anyone ever finds the fic where Jyn is brought back with Galen
and grows up as an Imperial hostage
HIT ME UP
extraneousaccessories: whispers wriiiiiiite iiiiiiit
extraneousaccessories: Broooooooo give in to the daaaaaark siiiiiide
extraneousaccessories: And let me enjoy more if your writing, basically is the point here
jellyfishfire: HARDCORE SECONDING
wobblycompetencies: thanks dudes
but probably not
leupagus: I would absolutely write that except it would be a super fucked up Jyn/krennic fic and nobody needs that
dollybassett: bites own fist
extraneousaccessories: Define 'fucked up'
wobblycompetencies: steeples fingers
( Read more... )For those of you who may actually still be on DW? This is a crosspost from my tumblr regarding meetups for Dragon Age: Inquisition multiplayer; a lot of us who are tres excited for DAMP are equally wary of going into the random matchmaker programs and dealing with dickbags online. Here's the text from my tumblr post:
Here's the list! Remember guys, I'm vouching for all of your good behavior - if there's something that's going wrong, or someone that's being unpleasant, let me know. I will kick their asses. If it's me being unpleasant, judgebunnie will kick my ass. We have whole asskicking setup here.
LIST OF FAKE GAMER GIRLS AND GUYS WHO ARE TOTALLY RAD:
PC
PS3
PS4
XBox 360
XBox One
[tumbleweed drifts across the screen]
So I’ve gotten a shitton of people interested in playing the Dragon Age Multi-Player with certified non-douchebags, and I couldn’t be more excited. The list is going to be housed on my dusty old dreamwidth account - I figured tumblr was a bad place to have a list that needed to get updated periodically, since there’s no way to update it without the old list still going around. Still, you don’t need any account at DW to look at the list, and once you have it you can start messaging people back on tumblr. I’m going to be reposting the link to this list often with updates, including additions and modifications, so keep sending me messages if you want to be included!
Another thing I realized is that each platform will probably need, like, a team captain type of person? Someone willing to find out everybody’s emails and coordinate, stuff like that. I’m willing to do it for the PS4 bunch, since that’s where I’ll be playing, but if anybody from PS3, PC, and XBox360 (no XBox1 people because I literally haven’t gotten anybody playing on it yet, bizarrrely) feels like they can do that, let me know! Otherwise everybody’s going to be waiting for everybody else to contact them, and nothing will ever get accomplished. If worse comes to worst, I’ll contact everybody in another platform, get the emails, and then set y’all up with a group email and leave you to it. But I’m lazy, so please don’t make me work that hard.
I’ve got people’s tumblr handles as well as any other info they wanted to include. Keep in mind that once your platform’s mailing list starts up, you can share more info (what you’d like to play as, dates/times that won’t work for you, etc etc) amongst yourselves.
Here's the list! Remember guys, I'm vouching for all of your good behavior - if there's something that's going wrong, or someone that's being unpleasant, let me know. I will kick their asses. If it's me being unpleasant, judgebunnie will kick my ass. We have whole asskicking setup here.
LIST OF FAKE GAMER GIRLS AND GUYS WHO ARE TOTALLY RAD:
PC
- anidragon.tumblr.com - Origin ID: AniDragon, dual weapons rogue/healer
- az-files.tumblr.com - likes to play as mage most of the time
- independentshaddinosaurs.tumblr.com
- moragdong.tumblr.com - Origin ID: PaperxFolder
- voicessayhello.tumblr.com
- fashi0nmistake.tumblr.com
- rurudapirate.tumblr.com
- opheliaimmorta1.tumblr.com
- zeowynda.tumblr.com
- cptprocrastination.tumblr.com
- duckish.tumblr.com
- ilikelookingatnakedmen.tumblr.com - Origin ID ms45
- fira211.tumblr.com
- pyrae.tumblr.com
- warpsbyherself.tumblr.com
- silvainshadows.tumblr.com - Origin ID: silvainshadows
PS3
- the-world-is-behind-us.tumblr.com
- georgespelvin.tumblr.com
- runawaydragons.tumblr.com
- listenhereyoungblood.tumblr.com
- emilyshkavonzengen.tumblr.com - handle: emilyshka
- makeamanofyou.tumblr.com - handle: AvatarRaava
PS4
- leupagus.tumblr.com
- judgebunnie.tumblr.com
- ponderosa121.tumblr.com
- ecarian.tumblr.com - handle: Elyther
- lyriumdust.tumblr.com
- thedasairways.tumblr.com - UK timezone, PS4 handle: tommrace
- atokenqueer.tumblr.com - Aussie timezone, gamer tag: FlysaTARDIS, archer/damager/possibly mage
- officergraysons.tumblr.com - PSN handle officergrayson, EST timezone
- deadtrouble.tumblr.com
XBox 360
- princesstsukahime.tumblr.com
- skollwolf.tumblr.com - Jay, 20, they/them pronouns
- dpixie.tumblr.com
- finnglas.tumblr.com
- iapetusneume.tumblr.com
- librariansdoitinthestacks.tumblr.com
- agnt--washingtub.tumblr.com
XBox One
[tumbleweed drifts across the screen]
Word Count: 31,360 words
Author: leupagus
Chapters: 3/4
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli/Tauriel
Summary: “You know,” Bofur says, pulling out a carving knife and whittling away at some defect in his recorder, “Time was, I carried a bit of a torch for Bilbo myself.”
There’s a roaring reaction from the Company, and Thorin can feel a disbelieving smile tug at the corners of his mouth.
“Oh aye,” Bofur continues, and tests a few notes. “When we were still making our way along the Great East Road, me and Bilbo had some grand old times.”
“We were with you the entire way — what grand old times could you’ve gotten up to?” Nori demands.
“None of that,” Bofur scolds. “Your imagination, such a filthy thing. All I mean is we got to chatting along. Even taught me a few hobbit songs. Quite a pleasant lad — or so I thought at the time.”
“And you still fancied your chances?” Dwalin says, plucking his fiddle in absent counterpoint.
“Our little burglar seemed amiable, is all I’m suggesting. And then there was that business at the Carrock and one thing lead to another—“ and Bofur makes an evocative gesture with his hands around his chest, to the further laughter of the Company, “—and I fancied my chances a bit better. But then we got to the great Bear’s house.”
Thorin scowls, because he well remembers the story Bofur’s about to recount.
Read Here
Author: leupagus
Chapters: 3/4
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli/Tauriel
Summary: “You know,” Bofur says, pulling out a carving knife and whittling away at some defect in his recorder, “Time was, I carried a bit of a torch for Bilbo myself.”
There’s a roaring reaction from the Company, and Thorin can feel a disbelieving smile tug at the corners of his mouth.
“Oh aye,” Bofur continues, and tests a few notes. “When we were still making our way along the Great East Road, me and Bilbo had some grand old times.”
“We were with you the entire way — what grand old times could you’ve gotten up to?” Nori demands.
“None of that,” Bofur scolds. “Your imagination, such a filthy thing. All I mean is we got to chatting along. Even taught me a few hobbit songs. Quite a pleasant lad — or so I thought at the time.”
“And you still fancied your chances?” Dwalin says, plucking his fiddle in absent counterpoint.
“Our little burglar seemed amiable, is all I’m suggesting. And then there was that business at the Carrock and one thing lead to another—“ and Bofur makes an evocative gesture with his hands around his chest, to the further laughter of the Company, “—and I fancied my chances a bit better. But then we got to the great Bear’s house.”
Thorin scowls, because he well remembers the story Bofur’s about to recount.
Read Here
Word Count: 24580 words
Author: leupagus
Chapters: 2/4
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli/Tauriel
Summary: “Interesting,” Thorin says. Now this conversation starts to make sense. “Amongst dwarves, naming is more complicated.”
“Of course it is,” Bilbo laughs, but she leans back in her chair and laces her fingers over her belly.
Thorin knows an instruction to continue when he sees one, and takes the seat next to her. “One is our secret name, known only to a few - our parents, perhaps a sibling, perhaps even a wife, but one would have to be exceptionally devoted, loyal, trusted beyond the telling—“
“You blurted out your secret name the night you proposed to me and got terribly cross when I laughed, as I recall,” she says, “So if you’re trying to make me feel guilty for that all over again, you’re going to have a rough time of it.”
Read Here
Author: leupagus
Chapters: 2/4
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli/Tauriel
Summary: “Interesting,” Thorin says. Now this conversation starts to make sense. “Amongst dwarves, naming is more complicated.”
“Of course it is,” Bilbo laughs, but she leans back in her chair and laces her fingers over her belly.
Thorin knows an instruction to continue when he sees one, and takes the seat next to her. “One is our secret name, known only to a few - our parents, perhaps a sibling, perhaps even a wife, but one would have to be exceptionally devoted, loyal, trusted beyond the telling—“
“You blurted out your secret name the night you proposed to me and got terribly cross when I laughed, as I recall,” she says, “So if you’re trying to make me feel guilty for that all over again, you’re going to have a rough time of it.”
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Title: Beneath the Ever-Bending Sky
Chapter: One of Three
Word Count: 11,762
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Thorin summons the company to the Lesser Hall and Bilbo explains what she wants done, there is a long silence, followed by thunderous argument.
“I suppose we shouldn’t have expected better,” Bilbo mutters as Óin and Dwalin bellow at each other.
It’s typical, Thorin thinks, and is disgusted with himself for the rush of fondness he feels.
Notes: This is a sequel to an as-yet-unwritten story, written (or in this case not written) by rageprufrock, about hobbits' tendency to go into heat during the summer. "Going at it like hobbits" is a common phrase in Middle Earth for a reason, essentially. While her story deals with the particularly trying heat Bilbo goes through while staying at Erebor, this story is about the fallout. (AKA, here come the babies.) Thanks to waldorph for the amazing beta, and to rageprufrock for letting me run with this.
Archived: at Archive of Our Own
Chapter: One of Three
Word Count: 11,762
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Thorin summons the company to the Lesser Hall and Bilbo explains what she wants done, there is a long silence, followed by thunderous argument.
“I suppose we shouldn’t have expected better,” Bilbo mutters as Óin and Dwalin bellow at each other.
It’s typical, Thorin thinks, and is disgusted with himself for the rush of fondness he feels.
Notes: This is a sequel to an as-yet-unwritten story, written (or in this case not written) by rageprufrock, about hobbits' tendency to go into heat during the summer. "Going at it like hobbits" is a common phrase in Middle Earth for a reason, essentially. While her story deals with the particularly trying heat Bilbo goes through while staying at Erebor, this story is about the fallout. (AKA, here come the babies.) Thanks to waldorph for the amazing beta, and to rageprufrock for letting me run with this.
Archived: at Archive of Our Own
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Their first meeting in her dismal rabbit warren of a hole fixed Thorin’s default reaction to Bilbo; adventures and battles and deathbed confessions have changed how he feels, but whenever his best beloved gets a certain lift to her chin part of Thorin always heaves an enormous, growling sigh.
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So apparently it's been six months since I've updated around these parts. Sorry dudes! Hopefully anybody who's been checking this area out has figure out my new primary residence on tumblr. I know, I know - I don't like it either, guys, but the fact is that that's where it's at, peeps.
However, I should probably at least attempt to keep the cobwebs off this area, so here's some stuff I've been working on! Warning: it's terrimazing.
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However, I should probably at least attempt to keep the cobwebs off this area, so here's some stuff I've been working on! Warning: it's terrimazing.
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Their first meeting in Bilbo’s dismal rabbit warren of a hole fixed Thorin’s default reaction to her; adventures and battles and deathbeds, not to mention deathbed confessions, have changed how he feels, but whenever his best beloved gets a certain lift to her chin part of Thorin always heaves an enormous, growling sigh.
“You what,” he asks, too exhausted to raise so much as his pitch at the end of the sentence and turn it into a question. He’s spent the entirety of the day being called from his very important job of glowering at Bard (whose ill-advised and frankly pathetic attempts at growing a beard seem at last to have run their course) while Balin wrangled compromises out of the Esgaroth trade delegation in order to check on repairs to the diamond mine (which has finally been uncovered, long blocked by a truly staggering amount of fossilized dragon shit) and approve various other repairs that Bilbo usually oversees.
She, as far as he can tell, spent the day fiddling around with yarn and knitting needles while Ori wore out his voice saying, “No — not like that.” When dwarves are with child, they usually work right up until the delivery, and it is not uncommon for a baby to be born halfway down a shaft and get swaddled into some spare rags until such time as the day’s work is done. Hobbits, apparently, are more fragile creatures, not that Thorin would consider voicing that opinion out loud for even a moment. Mostly it’s because he loves and respects his consort. Fear has very very little to do with it at all.
His great treasure - “I wonder if you keep calling me all those endearments to remind yourself you can’t throw me off the wall when I annoy you anymore,” Bilbo mused on their wedding night, and Thorin stopped her from pursuing that line of thought as best he was able - props her chin on his chest, the rest of her warm and comfortable against his side. “I need to go home,” she repeats. “Back to the Shire.”
“If there were a scribe nearby, I’d ask him to remind you that this conversation is how you wound up pregnant and I was forced to marry you in the first place,” Thorin says, because snatching her up in his arms and refusing to let her go is, he’s been told, undignified.
“Yes, well, that ended very nicely for all concerned,” she beams at him, brushing some hair out of her face. Her hair is loose and unbraided, the beads that Thorin no longer allows anyone but him to work into her hair each morning now carefully put away for the night in a jewel-box on the shelf. “And do stop pouting, you look exactly like Kili when you do that and it makes me feel like I’m molesting a tween.”
“Kili’s twenty-eight years older than you — stop changing the subject.” Thorin revises what he’s irritated at her about. “Why do you need to go to the Shire?”
“Stop saying ‘the Shire’ the way you say ‘Mirkwood,’ if it pleases your lordship,” she says, because she’s a queen now and still can’t be bothered to remember the proper forms of address. “And, need—“ she makes a considering face. “I want to be there. For when Little One and Little Two are born,” she says, wiggling against him in a way that he’s vaguely aware should remind him that she’s four months along. Instead, it just makes him aware that she’s naked and in his bed.
“Hmm,” Thorin says, palming her hip, marveling anew how it fits to his hand. Dwarves love craftsmanship and care in all things they create, but in the course of his decades he has found nothing so worthy of praise as the way Bilbo molds to him, and he to her, as though wiser hands had planned them both before the dawning of the world.
“Thorin,” Bilbo reproves, but her voice holds laughter, and when he pushes her onto her back, hungry the way he always is, her small hands twist in his hair and pull him closer.
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Doing It Rotten Your Own Way (9551 words) by leupagus
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese
Characters: Harold Finch, John Reese, Joss Carter, Lionel Fusco, Nathan Ingram
Additional Tags: Alternate Reality, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Alternate Universe - Tailor
Summary:
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese
Characters: Harold Finch, John Reese, Joss Carter, Lionel Fusco, Nathan Ingram
Additional Tags: Alternate Reality, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Alternate Universe - Tailor
Summary:
“What on Earth were you thinking?”
“I take it you met your bodyguard.”
“He ripped a man’s arm off last night!”
“Was the man whose arm he ripped off trying to kill you?” Nathan asked, mildly, taking a sip of his coffee.
Harold took a moment to collect himself. He was still in yesterday's clothes, and he could feel the scratchiness behind his eyes that meant he was more tired than his brain thought he was. He’d spent the entire night sitting in his front room, waiting for the police to knock on (or knock down) his door, even though the unmarked car had been waiting patiently on his block, unmoving, as Mr. Reese had hustled him up the street and down one of the alternate entry routes that Harold had thought no one else knew about. "But -- what about that man?" Harold had protested, trying to pull out of his new bodyguard's grip.
"He'll be fine," Mr. Reese had said, unconcerned. "Dislocated shoulder always looks worse than it is."
"He was screaming," Harold had said.
"Sounds worse, too."
OK so I got some awesome prompts over on tumblr and although I love tumblr with a love mean and true, it's shit at archiving things to find them when you want them. So! Here are all the prompts I got for posterity.
PERSON OF INTEREST
Carter and Shaw: Awkward bonding roadtrip. (Bonus points if Bear is involved!) -- bitchwhoyoukiddin:
“You shouldn’t feed him junk food.” It’s the first thing Shaw’s said in about four hundred miles, so Joss quells the impulse to roll her eyes and ignore her. But she does finish giving bear the hot dog through the open window. Bear whuffles a kind of appreciation and licks her knuckles — probably hoping they’ll turn into hot dogs, too.
“Why not, you worried about him losing his girlish figure?” she asks, leaning against the car door. Shaw’s still staring at the gas gauge ticker; this SUV’s a monster, they’re already over $60 worth of gas for the past 300 miles, but the whole choice/problem saying is pretty relevant here.
“I’m just saying, your weirdo friends are going to be pissed if we find them and you turned their dog into a fatty,” Shaw says. The pump clicks off and she puts it back on the hook.
“When,” Joss says. “When we find them.”
Shaw actually looks at her then, and it turns out there’s something behind those eyes; maybe it’s kindness. “Sorry,” she says. “When.” She climbs into the driver’s seat, and Joss circles around to get in the passenger.
“How much longer until we catch up?” she asks. Shaw’s fussing with the GPS locator that (please God) is still attached to John’s shoe. It’s still blinking, still steady. Still driving steadily away from them, but slower than Shaw’s been driving.
“Another few hours. Take a nap, detective,” Shaw says. “If any cops try to stop us for speeding, I’ll wake you up to deal with them.”
“See that you do,” Joss sighs, and closes her eyes as they pull back out onto the highway.
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( POI, Hobbit, Elementary, RPF, oh my! )
PERSON OF INTEREST
Carter and Shaw: Awkward bonding roadtrip. (Bonus points if Bear is involved!) -- bitchwhoyoukiddin:
“You shouldn’t feed him junk food.” It’s the first thing Shaw’s said in about four hundred miles, so Joss quells the impulse to roll her eyes and ignore her. But she does finish giving bear the hot dog through the open window. Bear whuffles a kind of appreciation and licks her knuckles — probably hoping they’ll turn into hot dogs, too.
“Why not, you worried about him losing his girlish figure?” she asks, leaning against the car door. Shaw’s still staring at the gas gauge ticker; this SUV’s a monster, they’re already over $60 worth of gas for the past 300 miles, but the whole choice/problem saying is pretty relevant here.
“I’m just saying, your weirdo friends are going to be pissed if we find them and you turned their dog into a fatty,” Shaw says. The pump clicks off and she puts it back on the hook.
“When,” Joss says. “When we find them.”
Shaw actually looks at her then, and it turns out there’s something behind those eyes; maybe it’s kindness. “Sorry,” she says. “When.” She climbs into the driver’s seat, and Joss circles around to get in the passenger.
“How much longer until we catch up?” she asks. Shaw’s fussing with the GPS locator that (please God) is still attached to John’s shoe. It’s still blinking, still steady. Still driving steadily away from them, but slower than Shaw’s been driving.
“Another few hours. Take a nap, detective,” Shaw says. “If any cops try to stop us for speeding, I’ll wake you up to deal with them.”
“See that you do,” Joss sighs, and closes her eyes as they pull back out onto the highway.
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( POI, Hobbit, Elementary, RPF, oh my! )
PERSON OF INTEREST SLASH REPORT, MOFOS. I could resize that graphic but fuck it.
"You are being watched, /reporters. We have a secret system, a machine that spies on you every hour of every day. We know because we feed our data into it constantly because it is called Twitter and Tumblr. It was designed to detect acts of hipsterism and asinine updating, and it sees everything, even people with FEELS like you. FEELS that other podcasts may consider "irrelevant." We don't. Hunted by our better judgment, we work not really in as much secrecy as we should considering; and if your topic is up...we'll see you at the podcast.
"TL;DR: This week's episode is about Person of Interest. We made Leupagus come on and talk about it like she was lancing a boil made of AGONIZING FANNISH SUFFERING. Check it out."
why don't we get together and call ourselves an institute by leupagus
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 4,295
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese
Characters: Harold Finch, John Reese, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Undercover, Office Party, Office, Misunderstandings, Epistolary
Summary: “It’s perfectly logical. We’re bound to be caught at some point together, and as far as I can see there’s no downside to connecting Mr. Warren to Mr. Wren socially. We’ll have an easier time explaining ourselves being together if we’re observed being together, and since you’ve vetoed all of my suggestions for activities that you could take up—“
A Perpendicular Expression by leupagus
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 951
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Joss Carter, John Reese
Additional Tags: Invasion of Privacy, Late Night Conversations, Ice Cream
Summary: Pissing Finch off never actually ends well; usually it ends like this, with John scaring the shit out of her at two in the morning.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 4,295
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese
Characters: Harold Finch, John Reese, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Undercover, Office Party, Office, Misunderstandings, Epistolary
Summary: “It’s perfectly logical. We’re bound to be caught at some point together, and as far as I can see there’s no downside to connecting Mr. Warren to Mr. Wren socially. We’ll have an easier time explaining ourselves being together if we’re observed being together, and since you’ve vetoed all of my suggestions for activities that you could take up—“
“I’m not joining a bowling league, Harold,” John says firmly.
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And, because I realized I hadn't ever put this up here:A Perpendicular Expression by leupagus
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 951
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Joss Carter, John Reese
Additional Tags: Invasion of Privacy, Late Night Conversations, Ice Cream
Summary: Pissing Finch off never actually ends well; usually it ends like this, with John scaring the shit out of her at two in the morning.
Doing It Rotten Your Own Way
Author: leupagus
Chapters: 1/7
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Wordcount: 4,986
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese
Summary: “Okay,” Nathan said, striding into the recovery room, "So. A bodyguard. You're getting one."
Or, the Bodyguard AU that my id's been pecking at me to write for about two weeks now. You're welcome/I'm sorry.
WHEW. Done with Chapter One. Hope you enjoy!
Author: leupagus
Chapters: 1/7
Fandom: Person of Interest (TV)
Wordcount: 4,986
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese
Summary: “Okay,” Nathan said, striding into the recovery room, "So. A bodyguard. You're getting one."
Or, the Bodyguard AU that my id's been pecking at me to write for about two weeks now. You're welcome/I'm sorry.
WHEW. Done with Chapter One. Hope you enjoy!
So this is what I've been up to this morning. I can only apologize.
Loyalty, Honor, Heart (1589 words) by leupagus
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Hobbit (2012), The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Companions
Summary:
Loyalty, Honor, Heart (1589 words) by leupagus
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Hobbit (2012), The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Companions
Summary:
Bilbo should never've told Professor Gandalf about that Groupon "Living Off The Grid" class he'd taken during his gap year living in Greenpoint.
Jesus disco dancing Christ, podcasting is way more trouble than it’s worth. Those of you who do this regularly, I salute you, because I just spent wa-hey too much of my Christmas Eve wrestling with this. The alternative was going to a party in the Valley, though, so I do feel like I won something.
A couple notes:
This morning Sam H, waldorph, queenklu and I all had feelings at each other about the first installment of the Hobbit Trilogy, which has been out for like a week and a half but you know what? Timeliness is for assholes. This is the first (and DEAR GOD last) podcast I’ve ever done, so some of the edits are, for lack of a better term, shitty. The link takes you to a Box.com account which, if I’ve figured this out correctly (and chances are I haven’t), will allow you to either play it or download it. (Props to gyzym for letting me know about box.com.)
A couple notes:
- I should (tm) the Dwarf Racist Party Dad title that I give to Thranduil (I can spell it, I just can’t say it) to gingerhaze. Don’t sue.
- Also, Sam H already wrote a killer recap of the movie, in case you’re still on the fence about how awesome it was, that you can find here. It’s super amazingly hilarious, but you should probably not take my word for it because I made a joke about Azog the Defiler giving handjobs in this podcast.
- Also also, there are MAJOR SPOILERS not only for this movie, but for the books, the movies that will be coming out, the previous Lord of the Rings movies, for all of it. If any of you come to me whining about getting something ruined for you, I’m not having any sympathy.
- Also also also, the dwarf cheat sheet that waldorph references in the podcast is here. I’ll admit it’s handy dandy.
So I’ve been getting a lot of emails from LJ in re: my paid account expiring, and you know what? Not renewing. The thing that I paid for is long gone; I hate LJ now, so they’re not getting any more of my money. I’ll still crosspost, but if you need me, I’ll be over at Dreamwidth or tumblr.
In the meantime, some excerpts from the failure that is my ability to make good choices friends-wise.
In which my ability to speak Russian sends fangirls into a frenzy for really unexpected reasons:
mklutz: ... are you fluent in Russian???
leupagus: oh God
not anymore
twentysomething : haha
leupagus: I was once though
thehoyden: wait, how did I not know this
wait: did you ever live in russia
leupagus: oh fuck no
thehoyden: dammit
leupagus: russia is cold and grumpy
thehoyden: I was going to use you for wheat googling
oh well
leupagus: sorry, can't help
I know somebody from Russia though if you need
twentysomething : HAHA
i love thatthehoyden's first thought is MORE AUTHENTIC HOCKEY FIC.
(as it should be.)
leupagus: ...oh my God offer rescinded
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In the meantime, some excerpts from the failure that is my ability to make good choices friends-wise.
In which my ability to speak Russian sends fangirls into a frenzy for really unexpected reasons:
mklutz: ... are you fluent in Russian???leupagus: oh Godnot anymore
twentysomething : hahaleupagus: I was once thoughthehoyden: wait, how did I not know thiswait: did you ever live in russia
leupagus: oh fuck nothehoyden: dammitleupagus: russia is cold and grumpythehoyden: I was going to use you for wheat googlingoh well
leupagus: sorry, can't helpI know somebody from Russia though if you need
twentysomething : HAHAi love that
thehoyden's first thought is MORE AUTHENTIC HOCKEY FIC.(as it should be.)
leupagus: ...oh my God offer rescinded( Read more... )
Whatever, like I've ever been cool.
Okay dudes, I am bored, I am stuck in upstate NY with internet and relatives who are driving me crazy (short trip), and I am staring at my Avengers Epic(ally Bad Idea Oh God What The Fuck Was I Thinking) and not wanting to write it while Sandy makes the entire East Coast her bitch, sooooooo...
Prompt me! Accepting any and all ideas for:
Star Trek Reboot
Avengers/Avengerverse
1776
RPS in general
And what the hell-
Hawaii Five-0 (as long as you don't expect me to know anything about the current season)
SGA
Whatever fandom you bribe me enough to write for
Because it's miserable and rainy and miserable where I am, I'll give bonus points for prompts that are about shitty weather. Although if you make puppy eyes enough, I'll pretty much write anything right now. Also remember - if someone drops a prompt that you love and want to try, by all means go for it! Prompt-a-thons are open to any and all people who want to write.
Okay dudes, I am bored, I am stuck in upstate NY with internet and relatives who are driving me crazy (short trip), and I am staring at my Avengers Epic(ally Bad Idea Oh God What The Fuck Was I Thinking) and not wanting to write it while Sandy makes the entire East Coast her bitch, sooooooo...
Prompt me! Accepting any and all ideas for:
Star Trek Reboot
Avengers/Avengerverse
1776
RPS in general
And what the hell-
Hawaii Five-0 (as long as you don't expect me to know anything about the current season)
SGA
Whatever fandom you bribe me enough to write for
Because it's miserable and rainy and miserable where I am, I'll give bonus points for prompts that are about shitty weather. Although if you make puppy eyes enough, I'll pretty much write anything right now. Also remember - if someone drops a prompt that you love and want to try, by all means go for it! Prompt-a-thons are open to any and all people who want to write.
So right now I'm on the Roadtrip From Hell - a five-day driveathon from Los Angeles to Upstate NY for a family gathering. I'm driving for various reasons, and actually it's been pretty pleasant: the roads are relatively construction-free, weather's been amazing, I've eaten such amazeballs food, I've remembered that yes, there really is a gas station chain out West called Kum & Go. AMERICA.
But my point! I was driving through western Nebraska yesterday and TSwift's "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" came on. Roommate Kate has exposed me to the wonders of this particular tune, a week or so ago when I was weakening and thinking about watching H50 again. (Then I found out that they fridged yet another woman in order to give a man on the show ManPain, and pulled a TSwift and was like I HATECHU.) So I was driving along, singing loudly and thinking of all the ways in which Danny and Steve are not luring me back no matter how shirtless Steve gets or how much they talk about their marriage.
And it made me think - how many of us have done that? Broken up with a show in the way you break up with a person, going through all those stages of anger and nostalgia and then more anger and forgiveness and setting-shit-on-fire-in-the-front-lawn anger again. It's a cliche about the fandom-as-boyfriend-or-girlfriend, and people roll their eyes at it, but God knows I've gotten the endorphin rush from a beloved TV show or movie, similar if not identical to the rush of romance.
So my question is - have you ever broken up with a fandom, or a show, or a book series, or anything? What happened, did you ever go back, did you have a mixtape to express your pain, what did you burn on your front lawn? I'd love to hear your breakup stories.
But my point! I was driving through western Nebraska yesterday and TSwift's "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" came on. Roommate Kate has exposed me to the wonders of this particular tune, a week or so ago when I was weakening and thinking about watching H50 again. (Then I found out that they fridged yet another woman in order to give a man on the show ManPain, and pulled a TSwift and was like I HATECHU.) So I was driving along, singing loudly and thinking of all the ways in which Danny and Steve are not luring me back no matter how shirtless Steve gets or how much they talk about their marriage.
And it made me think - how many of us have done that? Broken up with a show in the way you break up with a person, going through all those stages of anger and nostalgia and then more anger and forgiveness and setting-shit-on-fire-in-the-front-lawn anger again. It's a cliche about the fandom-as-boyfriend-or-girlfriend, and people roll their eyes at it, but God knows I've gotten the endorphin rush from a beloved TV show or movie, similar if not identical to the rush of romance.
So my question is - have you ever broken up with a fandom, or a show, or a book series, or anything? What happened, did you ever go back, did you have a mixtape to express your pain, what did you burn on your front lawn? I'd love to hear your breakup stories.
So hey hey - my cowboy-boot-wearin' awesome pal merelyn is here visiting the sun and surf of Los Angeles, and we're going to have a fangirl meetup on Saturday night. Anyone interested? If so, please drop a comment/PM me, so I can make sure to let the waitstaff know.
The waitstaff of where, you might ask? So glad you did!
Villain's Tavern
1356 Palmetto Street
Los Angeles, CA 90013
(213) 613-0766
Saturday 9/22/12
7 pm - ? pm
I can promise thatmerelyn is supremely cool and awesome, and has bitchin' accessories.
merelyn is here visiting the sun and surf of Los Angeles, and we're going to have a fangirl meetup on Saturday night. Anyone interested? If so, please drop a comment/PM me, so I can make sure to let the waitstaff know.The waitstaff of where, you might ask? So glad you did!
Villain's Tavern
1356 Palmetto Street
Los Angeles, CA 90013
(213) 613-0766
Saturday 9/22/12
7 pm - ? pm
I can promise that
merelyn is supremely cool and awesome, and has bitchin' accessories.Tags:
Ugh: cramps, SoCo heatwave, and intense throbbing loathing of your job. That is my definition of ugh today. I feel like something scraped off the bottom of an old unplugged fridge.
So in lieu of writing or going out or moving more than six inches, a meme stolen from misspamela:
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
All fic of mine (or at least most of it) is here.
So in lieu of writing or going out or moving more than six inches, a meme stolen from misspamela:
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
All fic of mine (or at least most of it) is here.
I am currently at my family vacation spot, enjoying wifi that doesn't crap out on me like Time Warner does, and enjoying the fact that a) I have wonderful family and friends who bring joy and delight to my life and b) I have already gotten over the awful bandaid-ripping experience of watching Teen Wolf for the first time, unlike many of said friends.
feelslikefire: so
guess what terrible decision I am making tonight
leupagus: oh God
what
feelslikefire: watching the pilot of teen wolf
brb making the sign of the cross
leupagus: ...ohh god
feelslikefire: I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT ALL THE FUSS IS ABOUT
leupagus: haha well welcome to the insanity of Teen Wolf, bb
hope you enjoy the ride
( Suckahs )
feelslikefire: soguess what terrible decision I am making tonight
leupagus: oh Godwhat
feelslikefire: watching the pilot of teen wolfbrb making the sign of the cross
leupagus: ...ohh godfeelslikefire: I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT ALL THE FUSS IS ABOUTleupagus: haha well welcome to the insanity of Teen Wolf, bbhope you enjoy the ride
( Suckahs )
So, tumblr! A place of amazing shit and weird shit and oh-my-God-what-the-fuck shit. Shit of all types and subjects and I enjoy a lot of it, ignore much of it, hate a satisfying portion of it. Tumblr, for me, is a good alternative to going outside and yelling at people who don't pick up their dog poop. (The poop of their dogs - my neighbors don't somehow poop dog p--you know what moving on.)
But one thing that I've found really interesting is that, amongst people in the Avengers fandom, there are a) people who love Loki and/or Tom Hiddleston, and b) people who loathe Loki. (So far haven't met anybody who loathes Tom Hiddleston, though there are a fair number indifferent to him. My theory is that he's like chocolate: mostly loved, with a few people who don't see the big deal, but it's not like there's a big Anti-Chocolate campaign going on. Now I'm hungry.)
I fall into the first category, but I have no problems seeing the second category's perspective. Loki is, after all, a villain, and one of the most insidious: a villain who is attractive and well-dressed and narratively confusing, since a lot of times we see things from his perspective and are supposed to empathize or at least sympathize with him. But then he does truly, draw-droppingly heinous shit. And no matter what the narrative pressures you, as an audience member, into thinking, you're going to draw your own conclusions when a character tries to massacre thousands of people or threatens another character you care about.
The frustration I feel, however, is that as a fic writer, I want to write stories about - actually, about everyone in the Avengers universe, because they're all fascinating and complicated and borderline nutso at times (Peggy I am looking at you). But that includes wanting to write stories about Loki. And I've read a lot - a lot - of posts on tumblr (and a few here on dw/lj) about how most Loki-centric stories read as apologia for what he does or, even worse, rewrite the character entirely to become some kind of good guy, which he isn't.
So I think my question is: what do you see as the solution, or at least a step in the right direction? Is it fewer stories that feature Loki, or fewer stories that feature him as the protagonist, or fewer stories that feature him as a hero or love interest? What characterization are you, as a reader, looking for with this character? Do you only buy stories where he's the legit villain, or do you have any interest in a redemptive arc for him or other Marvelverse villains? (I think all of the ones other than the Abomination are dead, but hey, I've got a soft spot for Emil Blonsky too. SHUT UP.)
And it goes without saying (but Imma say it anyway) that if you read this and are like, if I have to have one more conversation about that motherfucker I'm going to punch my laptop in the face, then that's a totally legit response. But I, for one, would really like to get a better handle on where the line is between writing a character that's interesting to me and condoning that character's behavior, and I've got a feeling that I'm on the wrong side, right now.
ETA: all the comments are amazing, and please continue to talk to me or amongst yourselves. I'm at a family gathering atm and my computer can either have wifi or a wall charger, but not both - so i'll be responding to these comments more slowly than I usually do. But I've read everyone and y'all are creepily smart and awesome. Stop it. I mean it.
But one thing that I've found really interesting is that, amongst people in the Avengers fandom, there are a) people who love Loki and/or Tom Hiddleston, and b) people who loathe Loki. (So far haven't met anybody who loathes Tom Hiddleston, though there are a fair number indifferent to him. My theory is that he's like chocolate: mostly loved, with a few people who don't see the big deal, but it's not like there's a big Anti-Chocolate campaign going on. Now I'm hungry.)
I fall into the first category, but I have no problems seeing the second category's perspective. Loki is, after all, a villain, and one of the most insidious: a villain who is attractive and well-dressed and narratively confusing, since a lot of times we see things from his perspective and are supposed to empathize or at least sympathize with him. But then he does truly, draw-droppingly heinous shit. And no matter what the narrative pressures you, as an audience member, into thinking, you're going to draw your own conclusions when a character tries to massacre thousands of people or threatens another character you care about.
The frustration I feel, however, is that as a fic writer, I want to write stories about - actually, about everyone in the Avengers universe, because they're all fascinating and complicated and borderline nutso at times (Peggy I am looking at you). But that includes wanting to write stories about Loki. And I've read a lot - a lot - of posts on tumblr (and a few here on dw/lj) about how most Loki-centric stories read as apologia for what he does or, even worse, rewrite the character entirely to become some kind of good guy, which he isn't.
So I think my question is: what do you see as the solution, or at least a step in the right direction? Is it fewer stories that feature Loki, or fewer stories that feature him as the protagonist, or fewer stories that feature him as a hero or love interest? What characterization are you, as a reader, looking for with this character? Do you only buy stories where he's the legit villain, or do you have any interest in a redemptive arc for him or other Marvelverse villains? (I think all of the ones other than the Abomination are dead, but hey, I've got a soft spot for Emil Blonsky too. SHUT UP.)
And it goes without saying (but Imma say it anyway) that if you read this and are like, if I have to have one more conversation about that motherfucker I'm going to punch my laptop in the face, then that's a totally legit response. But I, for one, would really like to get a better handle on where the line is between writing a character that's interesting to me and condoning that character's behavior, and I've got a feeling that I'm on the wrong side, right now.
ETA: all the comments are amazing, and please continue to talk to me or amongst yourselves. I'm at a family gathering atm and my computer can either have wifi or a wall charger, but not both - so i'll be responding to these comments more slowly than I usually do. But I've read everyone and y'all are creepily smart and awesome. Stop it. I mean it.
Title: Left Admiring Even the Horses
Author: leupagus
Fandom: The Avengersverse
Word Count: 23,375 (kill me)
Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Summary:when I try to explain my problems,
I shall speak, not of self, but of geography.*
Or: what happens when you save the world is, you save the world again.
Notes: This story would never have happened without rageprufrock, who listened to me burble out the bones of this story more than a month ago, and queenklu, who looked over some of the first scenes I wrote and gave me insight worth its weight in gold. (Metaphorically.) And above all, feelslikefire not only listened to me whine and complain unceasingly and gave me invaluable suggestions and insights, but also bravely volunteered as beta for this monster of a chapter. You are aces, lady. I’m buying you the biggest drink in creation one of these days. Additionally I owe thanks to everyone on lj, dw, and tumblr who gave me amazing advice when I came whining to them about various problems in this story. Y’all are rad.
*Title and summary taken from Pablo Neruda’s “We Are Many,” because I am a pretentious twerp and make no apologies for it.
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Author: leupagus
Fandom: The Avengersverse
Word Count: 23,375 (kill me)
Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Summary:when I try to explain my problems,
I shall speak, not of self, but of geography.*
Or: what happens when you save the world is, you save the world again.
Notes: This story would never have happened without rageprufrock, who listened to me burble out the bones of this story more than a month ago, and queenklu, who looked over some of the first scenes I wrote and gave me insight worth its weight in gold. (Metaphorically.) And above all, feelslikefire not only listened to me whine and complain unceasingly and gave me invaluable suggestions and insights, but also bravely volunteered as beta for this monster of a chapter. You are aces, lady. I’m buying you the biggest drink in creation one of these days. Additionally I owe thanks to everyone on lj, dw, and tumblr who gave me amazing advice when I came whining to them about various problems in this story. Y’all are rad.
*Title and summary taken from Pablo Neruda’s “We Are Many,” because I am a pretentious twerp and make no apologies for it.
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So basically I need to clear a few things up, because the other day somebody said I was a really nice person, and dude, take that shit back. Because - okay, there's a whole bunch of bullshit I could go into about how "nice" is a gendered construct and means different things depending on who and what you are blah blah blah - but I'm not talking about that.
I'm talking about the fact that I am a horrible, horrible person.
( sex, lies, and vindictiveness. )
Don't cross me.
I'm talking about the fact that I am a horrible, horrible person.
( sex, lies, and vindictiveness. )
Don't cross me.
Does anybody actually like that song? Just me? Probably just me.
So my 4th of July was balls-to-the-wall amazing, because I got to incept not one, not two, but three people into the joys and wonders of 1776, which as you may know I have very strong feelings about. (If you don't know, just check out my (1776 - founding mothafuckahs tag below, because I'm super-class). Poorqueenklu, sir_yessir , and miriad all got clockwork oranged, and I swear, misspamela, if I'd been able I would've gotten to you despite your musicals distaste. This movie can't stop, and won't stop.
Also, the first chapter of my newest fic is off to beta, and let's take a moment to wishfeelslikefire a hearty via con dios, because that motherfucker is like 22K. Chapter One. 22K. I hate everything.
But whatever, in celebration, let's do prompt-type things! These are the rules I just made up: pick a fandom (of the following list: Star Trek, H50, any Sherlock fandom [esp. Elementary, because fuck you it'll be awesome], any Avengers fandom, 1776 [FREEDOM MOTHERFUCKERS], Good Wife, pretty much any USA show because I've seen them all), then pick two people (can be a pairing or can be just two characters you want to see interact), then pick something that they're doing (eating at a food truck, defusing a bomb, having The Talk about some sex thing one of them wants to do and the other one's never even heard of). And then resign yourself to the fact that I am going to AU everything - I'm going to make Donna and Jessica bounty hunters, or Loki and Thor lawyers, or Irene and Sherlock cops, or Spock and Uhura food critics. You can suggest an AU too if you'd like!
And if you want to play just comment and you can get a prompt!
So my 4th of July was balls-to-the-wall amazing, because I got to incept not one, not two, but three people into the joys and wonders of 1776, which as you may know I have very strong feelings about. (If you don't know, just check out my (1776 - founding mothafuckahs tag below, because I'm super-class). Poor
queenklu, sir_yessir , and miriad all got clockwork oranged, and I swear, misspamela, if I'd been able I would've gotten to you despite your musicals distaste. This movie can't stop, and won't stop.Also, the first chapter of my newest fic is off to beta, and let's take a moment to wish
feelslikefire a hearty via con dios, because that motherfucker is like 22K. Chapter One. 22K. I hate everything.But whatever, in celebration, let's do prompt-type things! These are the rules I just made up: pick a fandom (of the following list: Star Trek, H50, any Sherlock fandom [esp. Elementary, because fuck you it'll be awesome], any Avengers fandom, 1776 [FREEDOM MOTHERFUCKERS], Good Wife, pretty much any USA show because I've seen them all), then pick two people (can be a pairing or can be just two characters you want to see interact), then pick something that they're doing (eating at a food truck, defusing a bomb, having The Talk about some sex thing one of them wants to do and the other one's never even heard of). And then resign yourself to the fact that I am going to AU everything - I'm going to make Donna and Jessica bounty hunters, or Loki and Thor lawyers, or Irene and Sherlock cops, or Spock and Uhura food critics. You can suggest an AU too if you'd like!
And if you want to play just comment and you can get a prompt!
So good news! For me! I'm writing this superhugelong fic and I'm just balls-deep enough in that there's really no backing out (12K written and the plots aren't even off the ground. Plots. Plural. WHAT THE FUCK), which doesn't sound like a good thing but I swear, it really is.
It's the same one I've been cockteasing, aka a post-movie Avengers fic, and I have some questions for y'all.
( I'm a poll dancer, oh yeah. )
Thank you for your time.
Oh and also, next weekend I'm planning on seeing Brave, and then the weekend after that Magic Mike. Shit, man, even I don't know what demographic I'm a part of.
It's the same one I've been cockteasing, aka a post-movie Avengers fic, and I have some questions for y'all.
( I'm a poll dancer, oh yeah. )
Thank you for your time.
Oh and also, next weekend I'm planning on seeing Brave, and then the weekend after that Magic Mike. Shit, man, even I don't know what demographic I'm a part of.
waldorph: yeah, no, but [something terrible waldorph did] was screamlet's faultleupagus: Oh I'm sure it waswaldorph: so many things werebut h50 i blame entirely on you
leupagus: And that's totally valid tooI'm already looking forward to dragging everybody into Elementary fandom
and probably Hobbit fandom too
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But I need to ask if anybody knows where I can get a copy of the Avengers script/a transcript of the movie? And I wouldn't say no to transcripts of Captain America and Thor and Hulk and what the hell all of them, really.
I'm working on some plot device involving the Tesseract and I'm seriously wondering if the info I'm remembering from the movies is that dumb in the face. I have a sinking feeling that the answer is yes.
In exchange for your troubles:
leupagus: Also is it wrong that I'm including in this fic I'm writing how Steve gets constantly stopped for speeding/moving violations?
Like, just all the time
because he's a shit motorcyclist
He learned how to drive a bike in wartime Europe, plus he grew up in Brooklyn and no way did he know how to drive back then
So he racks up thousands of dollars in speeding tickets
while he's touring around the states
traveller: I think that's absolutely accurate
leupagus: Totally
traveller: it's canon already, actually, at the end of the movie he's flagrantly breaking the helmet law
leupagus: OMG you're right
NY state is pretty strict
And he keeps getting hauled in for questioning because when they gave him his new drivers license it said he was born in 1987, and he's like, son, no.
traveller: yeah boy
leupagus: God my favorite line of that whole fucking movie was his, "Son, just don't."
traveller: yesssss that was pretty sweet
leupagus: It's like we're starting to see signs of the crotchety old granddad we all have in our families
who's like YOU KNOW IN MY DAY KIDS RESPECTED THEIR ELDERS
I'm working on some plot device involving the Tesseract and I'm seriously wondering if the info I'm remembering from the movies is that dumb in the face. I have a sinking feeling that the answer is yes.
In exchange for your troubles:
leupagus: Also is it wrong that I'm including in this fic I'm writing how Steve gets constantly stopped for speeding/moving violations?Like, just all the time
because he's a shit motorcyclist
He learned how to drive a bike in wartime Europe, plus he grew up in Brooklyn and no way did he know how to drive back then
So he racks up thousands of dollars in speeding tickets
while he's touring around the states
traveller: I think that's absolutely accurateleupagus: Totallytraveller: it's canon already, actually, at the end of the movie he's flagrantly breaking the helmet lawleupagus: OMG you're rightNY state is pretty strict
And he keeps getting hauled in for questioning because when they gave him his new drivers license it said he was born in 1987, and he's like, son, no.
traveller: yeah boyleupagus: God my favorite line of that whole fucking movie was his, "Son, just don't."traveller: yesssss that was pretty sweetleupagus: It's like we're starting to see signs of the crotchety old granddad we all have in our familieswho's like YOU KNOW IN MY DAY KIDS RESPECTED THEIR ELDERS
More shit from what I've tentatively titled "Pick a Name from the Hat (and a Day off the Calendar)", because if there's one thing this bitch loves, it's titles with parenthesis in them.
( I reason with my cigarette )
( I reason with my cigarette )
So this morning rageprufrock was like, what are you working on, and I was like, I'm trying to see if I can make this scene between Loki and Thor even more angsty without wanting to jump into the river. She's no longer friends with me.
But whatever, guys, I do what I want. Here's a piece of the story I'm going to be working on for the next umpity-three years probably; because I'm a moron, I've decided to include aaaaaaaalllllllllllllll the Avengers and their various people, which means that I'm all GRR Martin up in this bitch with I'm-not-kidding lists of which POV character gets what scenes and which plot developments. Never write a story where you seriously contemplate buying index cards to tack up on your bulletin board, it'll only end in tears.
Anyway, this scene: context is for assholes, but basically Tony and Pepper have decided to set Bruce up with a Nice Girl because a) Tony thinks Bruce would be happier if he got laid and b) Pepper doesn't think this should involve one of the many, many escort services whose numbers Tony still has memorized. I wish I could say that the other plot threads in this story are more srs bzns, but, uh.
Malibu, or, A Fast Breath In, a Slow Breath Out
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rageprufrock was like, what are you working on, and I was like, I'm trying to see if I can make this scene between Loki and Thor even more angsty without wanting to jump into the river. She's no longer friends with me.But whatever, guys, I do what I want. Here's a piece of the story I'm going to be working on for the next umpity-three years probably; because I'm a moron, I've decided to include aaaaaaaalllllllllllllll the Avengers and their various people, which means that I'm all GRR Martin up in this bitch with I'm-not-kidding lists of which POV character gets what scenes and which plot developments. Never write a story where you seriously contemplate buying index cards to tack up on your bulletin board, it'll only end in tears.
Anyway, this scene: context is for assholes, but basically Tony and Pepper have decided to set Bruce up with a Nice Girl because a) Tony thinks Bruce would be happier if he got laid and b) Pepper doesn't think this should involve one of the many, many escort services whose numbers Tony still has memorized. I wish I could say that the other plot threads in this story are more srs bzns, but, uh.
Malibu, or, A Fast Breath In, a Slow Breath Out
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So OK, I have now seen the Avengers twice (the second time in 2D, thank Christ, because there's only so many times you can actually flinch when a 3D gun gets pointed at your face before you start feeling like a twerp) and I've got a really boss idea for a story! I'm excited, guys, the last long fanfic I wrote was in January. Of 2011. (Fuuuuuck.)
But! I am pig-ignorant of a lot of the Marvel universe, and the various wikis available to me are telling me exactly jack shit of what I want to know in order to write this thing. So! Is there anyone on my flist/dwircle who is fairly knowledgable about Marvelverse-y things? I will give you my undying gratitude and also homemade cookies (and my cookies are boss).
But! I am pig-ignorant of a lot of the Marvel universe, and the various wikis available to me are telling me exactly jack shit of what I want to know in order to write this thing. So! Is there anyone on my flist/dwircle who is fairly knowledgable about Marvelverse-y things? I will give you my undying gratitude and also homemade cookies (and my cookies are boss).
So I went to the midnight showing with a bunch of fan ladies - correction. I went to the Avengers AMC Movie Marathon with a bunch of fan ladies yesterday. What is the Avengers AMC Movie Marathon, you might ask? Well!
Basically it's an exercise in poor judgment on a massive scale. AMC showed both Iron Man's, The Incredible Hulk, Thor, Captain America, and then at 12:01, Avengers. For those of you who are math-unfriendly, that's about fifteen hours of action movies. We skipped the hulk one because nobody cared about Edward Norton's feelings, and I skipped Thor to go take care of my dog, but yeah. By the end of Captain America we were all very, very punch-drunk and let me tell you another thing, an entire movie theater of fans? Stuck there for a whole day? Starts to have that certain fuggy smell to it.
But the entire theater was in raptures pretty much from start to finish; I think I crushed several people's hands getting emotional, and that wasn't even counting the actual Avengers feelings.
Because oh my God, Avengers feelings.
( Look at me being nice about spoilers! )
And with that, I will take any and all AVENGERS PROMPTS, with the exception of Steve/Tony (because I can, mwahahaha). Gimme a premise - AU, a scene you want, some backstory, wevs - and I'll write something. I just took a three hour nap (shut up, I was up until four am!) so I am ready to go.
Basically it's an exercise in poor judgment on a massive scale. AMC showed both Iron Man's, The Incredible Hulk, Thor, Captain America, and then at 12:01, Avengers. For those of you who are math-unfriendly, that's about fifteen hours of action movies. We skipped the hulk one because nobody cared about Edward Norton's feelings, and I skipped Thor to go take care of my dog, but yeah. By the end of Captain America we were all very, very punch-drunk and let me tell you another thing, an entire movie theater of fans? Stuck there for a whole day? Starts to have that certain fuggy smell to it.
But the entire theater was in raptures pretty much from start to finish; I think I crushed several people's hands getting emotional, and that wasn't even counting the actual Avengers feelings.
Because oh my God, Avengers feelings.
( Look at me being nice about spoilers! )
And with that, I will take any and all AVENGERS PROMPTS, with the exception of Steve/Tony (because I can, mwahahaha). Gimme a premise - AU, a scene you want, some backstory, wevs - and I'll write something. I just took a three hour nap (shut up, I was up until four am!) so I am ready to go.
This conversation I had with Roommate Kate just now has SPOILERS - both for H50 and for the upcoming Star Trek movie. BIG SPOILERS. I have warned you and now you can shut the fuck up about not being warned for SPOILERS. Okay?
( Twentysomething also showed me her totally boss shutter shades during this convo, but I refuse to share that picture on the grounds that it is too arousing )
( Twentysomething also showed me her totally boss shutter shades during this convo, but I refuse to share that picture on the grounds that it is too arousing )
So I had dinner with the excellent miriad and Mr. miriad tonight, because tomorrow is her birthday and miriad is one of those irritating people who only look better as they get older. I resent her highly for this.
But anyway, she broke the news to me (gently, because she is a good friend) that I have toh-otally missed the boat in terms of ComiCon tickets. Like, by at least a month or two. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that I was probably too busy either balls-deep into moving or dying from influenza to really notice the deadline come and go, but: BUMMER. Anyway, this is my way of asking the internet if they've got any recommendations on how best to rappel into the convention center. I've already got a belay harness and stuff, so I figure I'm halfway there, right?
Also,twentysomething wants a Castle/Teen Wolf fusion where Derek is a beleaguered cop and Stiles is the hyperactive novelist who messes everything up. And that way you can still have Sheriff Stilinski around, maybe retired or whatever, but still living with Stiles and making his life difficult. I vote Allison and Lydia for Derek's loyal cop buddies and Danny for the perpetually irritated coroner. Jackson I don't have a role for because I don't like Jackson this much? And LOLLLL I just realized I completely forgot about Scott. I think we all know the reason why. Whatever, Scott can be the fiance who's got Allison completely whipped but who is adorable in a labradoodle kind of way.
Anyway yeah, someone stop me before I've written 5K of Derek handcuffing Stiles to anything and everything in an effort to stop him from INTERFERING, but all that does is give Stiles the opportunity to work on his lockpicking skills.
miriad and Mr. miriad tonight, because tomorrow is her birthday and miriad is one of those irritating people who only look better as they get older. I resent her highly for this. But anyway, she broke the news to me (gently, because she is a good friend) that I have toh-otally missed the boat in terms of ComiCon tickets. Like, by at least a month or two. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that I was probably too busy either balls-deep into moving or dying from influenza to really notice the deadline come and go, but: BUMMER. Anyway, this is my way of asking the internet if they've got any recommendations on how best to rappel into the convention center. I've already got a belay harness and stuff, so I figure I'm halfway there, right?
Also,
twentysomething wants a Castle/Teen Wolf fusion where Derek is a beleaguered cop and Stiles is the hyperactive novelist who messes everything up. And that way you can still have Sheriff Stilinski around, maybe retired or whatever, but still living with Stiles and making his life difficult. I vote Allison and Lydia for Derek's loyal cop buddies and Danny for the perpetually irritated coroner. Jackson I don't have a role for because I don't like Jackson this much? And LOLLLL I just realized I completely forgot about Scott. I think we all know the reason why. Whatever, Scott can be the fiance who's got Allison completely whipped but who is adorable in a labradoodle kind of way.Anyway yeah, someone stop me before I've written 5K of Derek handcuffing Stiles to anything and everything in an effort to stop him from INTERFERING, but all that does is give Stiles the opportunity to work on his lockpicking skills.
Article One, Section Two, Paragraph Five (2695 words) by 
leupagus
Fandom: 1776 (1972)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: John Adams, Abigail Adams, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin
Summary: “Why do you have Lifetime on here?” Adams demands, but Tom notices he obediently goes back to channel 632, where John Oliver is still talking about Adams’s more nursery-rhythmic qualities. Adams swears and mutes the TV.
“I find 'The Joan and Melissa Rivers Story' to be both heartwarming and inspirational,” Dr. Franklin replies.
Notes: Oh God - so puckling won me in an auction in, like, September. September of 2010. And because she's a sweet and wonderful person, she didn't put any limitations on what kind of story I could write for her - she was just like, "Go for it! I'm sure I'll love it!" Note to self: when someone tells you they're going to love whatever you write, pretend you don't hear them. Otherwise you'll freak out for a YEAR AND A GODDAMN HALF.
Fandom: 1776 (1972)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: John Adams, Abigail Adams, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin
Summary: “Why do you have Lifetime on here?” Adams demands, but Tom notices he obediently goes back to channel 632, where John Oliver is still talking about Adams’s more nursery-rhythmic qualities. Adams swears and mutes the TV.
“I find 'The Joan and Melissa Rivers Story' to be both heartwarming and inspirational,” Dr. Franklin replies.
Notes: Oh God - so puckling won me in an auction in, like, September. September of 2010. And because she's a sweet and wonderful person, she didn't put any limitations on what kind of story I could write for her - she was just like, "Go for it! I'm sure I'll love it!" Note to self: when someone tells you they're going to love whatever you write, pretend you don't hear them. Otherwise you'll freak out for a YEAR AND A GODDAMN HALF.
Anyway yes this is an AU where John Adams and Beej Wanklin and TJeff impeach President Hanover (Hanover was the family name of King George III, see I bet you didn't think any of my fic would ever be educational!) and also Abigail Smith-Adams is amazing. Duh.
So apparently I've fallen headfirst into both Teen Wolf and Game of Thrones, except... not really fannishly? For Game of Thrones? Like, okay:
First off, Teen Wolf is just so amazing, because it's so bad. It's SGA levels of bad - where characters have banal conversations about sandwiches before they're killed off so their deaths mean more (REMEMBER THE DAYS, SGA FANDOM?) and where it's totally fine for adults to hang around high school kids, up to and including lurking in their bedrooms for untold hours on end. That's a reference to Derek, who is if I'm honest my only real reason for ever watching the show. Dude is pretty. Dude is half my age but dude is pretty.
Me,twentysomething, rageprufrock, mklutz, and thehoyden alllllll got together on Saturday for a massively badly-thought-out squeefest about Teen Wolf for /report, which will be up sometime next week. It... wasn't really that coherent? Mostly it was just us going "AND OH MY GOD WEREWOLF FEEEEEEELINGS" while pru resentfully made matzoh ball soup and hated her life. (Full disclosure: all of us except pru love Teen Wolf; pru loves the idea of one day killing us all.)
And so I've taken to reading a lot of Derek/Stiles, because it's kind of the only pairing that's out there, but I don't really... care that much about Derek/Stiles, to be honest. What I really care about is that Derek gets his little family and finally gets a single shred of happiness, because if past performance is any indicator of future behavior, my biggest weakness is brave little boys who have lost everything and are clinging to anything that makes sense to them in this crazy world (Jim Kirk and Steve McGarrett, I'm looking at you).
Secondly, Game of Thrones oh my fucking God. I watched the first season while I was in the throes of honest-to-God pneumonia, because I love to get illnesses that are from the 19th century and I couldn't stop eating apples long enough to get scurvy. (Although I can't lie, I've always found scurvy to be the most hilarious of diseases. (Please don't leave a nasty comment about how I am being privileged.)) So I watched all of this kind of horrifying shit go down in the first season/book/whatever the fuck while in the throes of 102 degree (F) fever, and guys, my feelings about this show are now a)legion and b) terrible. I love everyone in Westeros, except Joffrey, because I don't think anyone likes Joffrey? I know there's supposed to be no 100% bad guys but the dude even threatened his mom, I don't think there's really any redeeming features to this kid unless maybe he fosters kittens or something.
But anyway - it's weird though, because I tried to read the books and I passed out from boredom in about five seconds, because I hated Lord of the Rings when it was being written by Tolkien, much less when it's been aped by a guy who can't be bothered to shave. Sorry, George Martin, but your two middle initials are dumb and you write like you're on fanfiction.net.
But really, I'm not that interested in reading the books, or reading fanfic (although if you've found something truly amazeballs, by all means share the wealth). Mostly I just want to talk about how amazing everyone is. And I mean everyone - I love Arya and Cersei and Robert and Petyr and Samwell and Ned and Bronn and Robb and Danyeras and Varys and Catelyn and Gendry and Jon and Sandor and Jorah and Sansa and Jaime and Tyrion (OH MY GOD TYRION) and Bran and HODOR and Nymeria and Theon and the Septa and Ros even though I know I've either misspelled or misremembered like half those names because TALK ABOUT A CAST OF THOUSANDS, Jesus, I love this show. The feelings. THE FEELINGS.
So yeah, if anyone wants to talk to me in comments about allllllll the feels about Teen Wolf and Game of Thrones, GO FOR IT.
First off, Teen Wolf is just so amazing, because it's so bad. It's SGA levels of bad - where characters have banal conversations about sandwiches before they're killed off so their deaths mean more (REMEMBER THE DAYS, SGA FANDOM?) and where it's totally fine for adults to hang around high school kids, up to and including lurking in their bedrooms for untold hours on end. That's a reference to Derek, who is if I'm honest my only real reason for ever watching the show. Dude is pretty. Dude is half my age but dude is pretty.
Me,
twentysomething, rageprufrock, mklutz, and thehoyden alllllll got together on Saturday for a massively badly-thought-out squeefest about Teen Wolf for /report, which will be up sometime next week. It... wasn't really that coherent? Mostly it was just us going "AND OH MY GOD WEREWOLF FEEEEEEELINGS" while pru resentfully made matzoh ball soup and hated her life. (Full disclosure: all of us except pru love Teen Wolf; pru loves the idea of one day killing us all.)And so I've taken to reading a lot of Derek/Stiles, because it's kind of the only pairing that's out there, but I don't really... care that much about Derek/Stiles, to be honest. What I really care about is that Derek gets his little family and finally gets a single shred of happiness, because if past performance is any indicator of future behavior, my biggest weakness is brave little boys who have lost everything and are clinging to anything that makes sense to them in this crazy world (Jim Kirk and Steve McGarrett, I'm looking at you).
Secondly, Game of Thrones oh my fucking God. I watched the first season while I was in the throes of honest-to-God pneumonia, because I love to get illnesses that are from the 19th century and I couldn't stop eating apples long enough to get scurvy. (Although I can't lie, I've always found scurvy to be the most hilarious of diseases. (Please don't leave a nasty comment about how I am being privileged.)) So I watched all of this kind of horrifying shit go down in the first season/book/whatever the fuck while in the throes of 102 degree (F) fever, and guys, my feelings about this show are now a)legion and b) terrible. I love everyone in Westeros, except Joffrey, because I don't think anyone likes Joffrey? I know there's supposed to be no 100% bad guys but the dude even threatened his mom, I don't think there's really any redeeming features to this kid unless maybe he fosters kittens or something.
But anyway - it's weird though, because I tried to read the books and I passed out from boredom in about five seconds, because I hated Lord of the Rings when it was being written by Tolkien, much less when it's been aped by a guy who can't be bothered to shave. Sorry, George Martin, but your two middle initials are dumb and you write like you're on fanfiction.net.
But really, I'm not that interested in reading the books, or reading fanfic (although if you've found something truly amazeballs, by all means share the wealth). Mostly I just want to talk about how amazing everyone is. And I mean everyone - I love Arya and Cersei and Robert and Petyr and Samwell and Ned and Bronn and Robb and Danyeras and Varys and Catelyn and Gendry and Jon and Sandor and Jorah and Sansa and Jaime and Tyrion (OH MY GOD TYRION) and Bran and HODOR and Nymeria and Theon and the Septa and Ros even though I know I've either misspelled or misremembered like half those names because TALK ABOUT A CAST OF THOUSANDS, Jesus, I love this show. The feelings. THE FEELINGS.
So yeah, if anyone wants to talk to me in comments about allllllll the feels about Teen Wolf and Game of Thrones, GO FOR IT.
So I'm behind on a lot of shit, not least of which is fic that I either owe specific people (if it makes you feel better, puckling, pru is now officially as irritated as you are at my tardiness, so YES I AM WORKING ON YOUR 1776 FIC RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm more afraid of pru than you) or just, like, the internet at large.
So in the meantime here's something I wrote and forgot I'd written for No I In Team. Set during the inevitable, because of course it's inevitable, date that the SEALs trick Danny and Steve into going on. Or something. My grammar isn't quite all there.
*
There's a - sound, like a firework, booming but distant, and Danny's up on his feet before he realizes it, reaching for a gun that isn't there because for fuck's sake, he's on a date. Steve's even faster, and of course he came with the full package, probably there were extra mags in his socks. Danny's worried about the sheer mechanics of sleeping with this guy without accidentally maiming yourself.
But before they get more than five feet, Charlie of all goddamn people appears in front of him. He's got green paint streaked across his face and a mottled green shirt and brown pants and holy goddamn shit. "Were you camouflaged with the ficus tree over there?" Danny demands.
"What? Oh," Charlie says, clearly derailed from whatever else he was going to say, "Yeah. Listen, you two sit down, 'kay? D and Andy got it covered, don't worry."
"Excuse me?" Danny says, after checking in with Steve who's rolled his eyes so hard one of them looks like it might be stuck. "They don't 'got it covered,' they're civilians, they--"
There's a crackle of static at Charlie's hip, and Andy's voice comes through. "Big C, we've rendevoused with Hottie Boom Battie and the Wonder Twins, targets are in sight. Tell Smooth Dog and Pancakes to sit down and enjoy their fucking candlelight, that restaurant's got a goddamn Michelin star, okay?"
*
twentysomething : ............
what
who are you
leupagus : What specifically freaked you out there
just curious
twentysomething : no just
smooth dog and pancakes.
leupagus : HEY SMOOTH DOG IS CANON BITCH
twentysomething : i know
but that
that never makes it any better
leupagus : Plus is there a better code name for Danny
is there
So in the meantime here's something I wrote and forgot I'd written for No I In Team. Set during the inevitable, because of course it's inevitable, date that the SEALs trick Danny and Steve into going on. Or something. My grammar isn't quite all there.
*
There's a - sound, like a firework, booming but distant, and Danny's up on his feet before he realizes it, reaching for a gun that isn't there because for fuck's sake, he's on a date. Steve's even faster, and of course he came with the full package, probably there were extra mags in his socks. Danny's worried about the sheer mechanics of sleeping with this guy without accidentally maiming yourself.
But before they get more than five feet, Charlie of all goddamn people appears in front of him. He's got green paint streaked across his face and a mottled green shirt and brown pants and holy goddamn shit. "Were you camouflaged with the ficus tree over there?" Danny demands.
"What? Oh," Charlie says, clearly derailed from whatever else he was going to say, "Yeah. Listen, you two sit down, 'kay? D and Andy got it covered, don't worry."
"Excuse me?" Danny says, after checking in with Steve who's rolled his eyes so hard one of them looks like it might be stuck. "They don't 'got it covered,' they're civilians, they--"
There's a crackle of static at Charlie's hip, and Andy's voice comes through. "Big C, we've rendevoused with Hottie Boom Battie and the Wonder Twins, targets are in sight. Tell Smooth Dog and Pancakes to sit down and enjoy their fucking candlelight, that restaurant's got a goddamn Michelin star, okay?"
*
twentysomething : ............what
who are you
leupagus : What specifically freaked you out therejust curious
twentysomething : no justsmooth dog and pancakes.
leupagus : HEY SMOOTH DOG IS CANON BITCHtwentysomething : i knowbut that
that never makes it any better
leupagus : Plus is there a better code name for Dannyis there
Everyone comment with their favorite poems. As many as you like - just be sure to give me either the whole poem or a link to it. Optional, but way encouraged, is for you to tell me why you like them or when you heard/read them, what they mean to you.
This post brought to you by "Gus isn't good at poetry." Basically my favorite one of all time is this one:
All that I know about poetry is that it has
something to do with sex,
something very close to sex,
polarized sex -
all the words erect and pointing
in one direction - urgent -
or not urgent in the least but
ponderous and heavy with
slow rhythms and long, deep sighs.
Others prefer craft,
making an art of it, delicately and with
fine workmanship interweaving
bodies in words
lovingly.
Some poems all anyhow
all of a heap anywhere, disheveled,
legs apart in loneliness and desperation
and you talk about standards.
-Sylvia Kantarizis
This post brought to you by "Gus isn't good at poetry." Basically my favorite one of all time is this one:
All that I know about poetry is that it has
something to do with sex,
something very close to sex,
polarized sex -
all the words erect and pointing
in one direction - urgent -
or not urgent in the least but
ponderous and heavy with
slow rhythms and long, deep sighs.
Others prefer craft,
making an art of it, delicately and with
fine workmanship interweaving
bodies in words
lovingly.
Some poems all anyhow
all of a heap anywhere, disheveled,
legs apart in loneliness and desperation
and you talk about standards.
-Sylvia Kantarizis
Dudes, first off, there are some people who said they were coming who didn't, and y'all missed out, let me tell you what (I am excusing webbgirl from this list because she has the plague). Because, second, we had a blast. I figured we'd spend a couple of pleasant hours talking about fandom - instead we were there five hours and we talked about everything from knotting (mother of Jesus) to the Republican primary (our conclusion was, essentially, we're going to need all the popcorn in the world for this shitshow) to childhood novels/films/TV shows that don't quite hold up to our adult standards (Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar series, I'm looking at you). omendreamer, bmouse, miriad and Lurker Who Supports Me In Email (she doesn't have an account yet, but don't worry, I'm wearing her down) all shrieked at each other for a good long while before we were joined by sir_yessir who came up to our table looking kind of wide-eyed and was like, "Uh. Are you, um, guys, the... internet people?" and I forgot to ask if it was that obvious but yeah. It probably was.
Best part of the evening was whensir_yessir admitted to just getting into SGA fandom, and we fucking pounced. LWSMIE hauled out a notebook and we all started ordering her to put various authors and fics onto the list, and I think at the end there were like four goddamn pages. Poor dude took home homework, and I'm betting all of us are going to be like "SO DID YOU READ 'LADIES NIGHT AT THE BOOM BOOM ROOM' YET OR WHAT?" whenever we exchange emails. Fandom is amazing. Second best part of the evening was me and LWSMIE terrifying everyone else at our table as we flailed over 'The Good Wife,' which is hands-down the best TV show on the air right now. Oh, you disagree? Well you're wrong. But we kept being like, "AND KALINDA AND HER HAIR AND THOSE BOOTS OMG PETER SUCH A DICK BUT I LOVE HIM ALICIA HOW ARE YOU SO PERFECT AND AMAZING EEEEEEELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII OH MY GOD WILL WHAT IS HAPPENING IT'S SO GOOD WHAT" and that's probably the most coherent that we got about the whole thing. But, seriously, watch that show. It's fucking flawless.
Another advantage of meeting up in person? You can talk about all the fandom wank with fucking GLEE, and I do not mean the TV show. I know it makes me a bad person etcetera, but sometimes people be crazy and it's nice to sit around a table and be like, "Yes, in fact there was wank about the Canadian Shack challenge. That happened. God bless the internet." We also talked a little bit about the hilarious round of I'm-Not-Misogynist-I-Just-Wanted-Lori-To-Be-Disemboweled-LOL wank that's going on in H50 fandom, which - there's more than one reason I'm out of that fandom, but that's a big one. Plus there's apparently shitty fic getting written that expresses all this Ladies Suck sentiment, so at least I got a valuable primer on what authors to never, ever read again.
So we continued to shriek as the bar got busier, and dudes, I never knew this, but apparently The Arsenal is trendy - by the time we left there was a huge-ass fucking line of people waiting to get in, and we pretended we were so cool that we were leaving to find somewhere more exclusive. We're none of us actually that cool, sad to say, even though on my worst day I am still cooler than the fratty bro in the I-am-not-kidding driver's cap who was Hey-Gurl-ing at a girl so far out of his league it was like a Pomeranian trying to get with a Thoroughbred.
In short: tonight was amazing, once I again I've proven my scientific theory that fangirls are awesome, and shit, it just occurred to me that we totally forgot to order a round of car bombs - nor did I ever get a chance to pimp people into watching Jonathan Creek. WELL NEXT TIME THEN. Gird your loins, y'all.
webbgirl from this list because she has the plague). Because, second, we had a blast. I figured we'd spend a couple of pleasant hours talking about fandom - instead we were there five hours and we talked about everything from knotting (mother of Jesus) to the Republican primary (our conclusion was, essentially, we're going to need all the popcorn in the world for this shitshow) to childhood novels/films/TV shows that don't quite hold up to our adult standards (Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar series, I'm looking at you). omendreamer, bmouse, miriad and Lurker Who Supports Me In Email (she doesn't have an account yet, but don't worry, I'm wearing her down) all shrieked at each other for a good long while before we were joined by sir_yessir who came up to our table looking kind of wide-eyed and was like, "Uh. Are you, um, guys, the... internet people?" and I forgot to ask if it was that obvious but yeah. It probably was.Best part of the evening was when
sir_yessir admitted to just getting into SGA fandom, and we fucking pounced. LWSMIE hauled out a notebook and we all started ordering her to put various authors and fics onto the list, and I think at the end there were like four goddamn pages. Poor dude took home homework, and I'm betting all of us are going to be like "SO DID YOU READ 'LADIES NIGHT AT THE BOOM BOOM ROOM' YET OR WHAT?" whenever we exchange emails. Fandom is amazing. Second best part of the evening was me and LWSMIE terrifying everyone else at our table as we flailed over 'The Good Wife,' which is hands-down the best TV show on the air right now. Oh, you disagree? Well you're wrong. But we kept being like, "AND KALINDA AND HER HAIR AND THOSE BOOTS OMG PETER SUCH A DICK BUT I LOVE HIM ALICIA HOW ARE YOU SO PERFECT AND AMAZING EEEEEEELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII OH MY GOD WILL WHAT IS HAPPENING IT'S SO GOOD WHAT" and that's probably the most coherent that we got about the whole thing. But, seriously, watch that show. It's fucking flawless.Another advantage of meeting up in person? You can talk about all the fandom wank with fucking GLEE, and I do not mean the TV show. I know it makes me a bad person etcetera, but sometimes people be crazy and it's nice to sit around a table and be like, "Yes, in fact there was wank about the Canadian Shack challenge. That happened. God bless the internet." We also talked a little bit about the hilarious round of I'm-Not-Misogynist-I-Just-Wanted-Lori-To-Be-Disemboweled-LOL wank that's going on in H50 fandom, which - there's more than one reason I'm out of that fandom, but that's a big one. Plus there's apparently shitty fic getting written that expresses all this Ladies Suck sentiment, so at least I got a valuable primer on what authors to never, ever read again.
So we continued to shriek as the bar got busier, and dudes, I never knew this, but apparently The Arsenal is trendy - by the time we left there was a huge-ass fucking line of people waiting to get in, and we pretended we were so cool that we were leaving to find somewhere more exclusive. We're none of us actually that cool, sad to say, even though on my worst day I am still cooler than the fratty bro in the I-am-not-kidding driver's cap who was Hey-Gurl-ing at a girl so far out of his league it was like a Pomeranian trying to get with a Thoroughbred.
In short: tonight was amazing, once I again I've proven my scientific theory that fangirls are awesome, and shit, it just occurred to me that we totally forgot to order a round of car bombs - nor did I ever get a chance to pimp people into watching Jonathan Creek. WELL NEXT TIME THEN. Gird your loins, y'all.
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Okay so! The polls are polled and it looks like Saturday afternoon/evening is best for everyone, SO:
We're meeting at The Arsenal on Saturday at 6 pm (although you can come after that, obv) and there's going to be shots drunk and squees had. I've kind of given up on figuring out how many people are coming - just come and have a good time, y'all.
We're meeting at The Arsenal on Saturday at 6 pm (although you can come after that, obv) and there's going to be shots drunk and squees had. I've kind of given up on figuring out how many people are coming - just come and have a good time, y'all.
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So, yes! Meetup this weekend? Again, everyone is welcome, fangirl or fanboy or fanperson or fandango. Although if any fandangos steal my baby I'm going to be pissed.
Please answer to the best of your ability. Also, wtf, for some reason the poll cut off one of my options - it's supposed to say "how incredibly amazing Tom Hardy's ass looks in 'This Means War.'" Although really his ass looks pretty amazing anytime, anyplace. What, I'm not a Tom Hardy fan but I have eyes.
And to any of you surprised that I put in a your mom joke, I can only assume you're new.
Poll #9561 Ain't No Party Like a Fangirl Party Etc.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 44
I can come and hang on:
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Friday night.
4 (9.3%)
Saturday afternoonish.
5 (11.6%)
Saturday night.
5 (11.6%)
Sunday afternoonish.
4 (9.3%)
Sunday night.
5 (11.6%)
some other time that I'll mention in comments.
0 (0.0%)
I can't come due to geography/whatever, but I want to feel included so I am ticking this box.
36 (83.7%)
We are meeting at the Arsenal on Santa Monica Blvd! This is:
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a good choice!
8 (19.0%)
a bad choice, I'll make a better suggestion in comments!
0 (0.0%)
irrelevant to me because seriously, I can't come, why are you rubbing it in!
34 (81.0%)
At the meetup I would like to talk about:
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non-fandom things like politics and religion.
4 (10.5%)
how Sherlock faked his own death.
18 (47.4%)
how incredibly amazing Tom Hardy's ass looks in
20 (52.6%)
what the fuck is up with Hawaii Five-0 these days.
25 (65.8%)
what the fuck is up with Supernatural these days.
18 (47.4%)
ZQuints's newly re-Spockinated eybrows.
19 (50.0%)
that super obscure fandom that I love like crack.
14 (36.8%)
the most awesome/wtf thing that happened in fandom lately.
19 (50.0%)
something I'll suggest in comments.
1 (2.6%)
your mom.
25 (65.8%)
And to any of you surprised that I put in a your mom joke, I can only assume you're new.
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Ugh, first of all, I seriously need to stop scrolling through petfinder.com. I keep finding these adorable dogs and wanting them ALL. It is super dangerous, yo.
But my real reason for posting is to say thanks to those of you who've sent well-wishes for this fine St. Valentine's Day, and I wish the same back to y'all. I've always liked Valentine's Day - for me, it's a lot like Christmas, in the fact that the secondary meaning has overrun the primary meaning, as far as I can tell, and that is just fine with me.
Christmas, at least in the US, is rarely about celebrating the birth of Jesus; it's a shorthand for buying presents or throwing parties or enduring family get-togethers. Non-Christians usually partake in this part of the tail-end of December just as much as Christians do; there's really no religion involved, at least as far as I'm concerned. (Yes, I know other people have different opinions. This is mine, OK?)
And Valentine's Day is the same way, although to be honest the primary meaning wasn't ever really religious - it was originally about being with someone special and making sure that someone knew they were special, through the purchase of flowers or chocolate or jewelry or whatever.
But for almost every one of my friends, Valentine's Day doesn't really mean that anymore. It means celebrating ourselves as women - the Vagina Monologues is a V-Day staple, with readings in almost every major city - and celebrating our friendships, and the love we have for each other. Valentine's Day, more than any other, is the best excuse we have to pick up the phone up or send out an email or make a post saying, "You are loved. Mwah!" to everyone we care about. Sure, there can still be expectations that cause the day to be more stressful than enjoyable - but by and large, VD is NBD to most of us. And that, in itself, is worth celebrating.
You are loved. Mwah!
But my real reason for posting is to say thanks to those of you who've sent well-wishes for this fine St. Valentine's Day, and I wish the same back to y'all. I've always liked Valentine's Day - for me, it's a lot like Christmas, in the fact that the secondary meaning has overrun the primary meaning, as far as I can tell, and that is just fine with me.
Christmas, at least in the US, is rarely about celebrating the birth of Jesus; it's a shorthand for buying presents or throwing parties or enduring family get-togethers. Non-Christians usually partake in this part of the tail-end of December just as much as Christians do; there's really no religion involved, at least as far as I'm concerned. (Yes, I know other people have different opinions. This is mine, OK?)
And Valentine's Day is the same way, although to be honest the primary meaning wasn't ever really religious - it was originally about being with someone special and making sure that someone knew they were special, through the purchase of flowers or chocolate or jewelry or whatever.
But for almost every one of my friends, Valentine's Day doesn't really mean that anymore. It means celebrating ourselves as women - the Vagina Monologues is a V-Day staple, with readings in almost every major city - and celebrating our friendships, and the love we have for each other. Valentine's Day, more than any other, is the best excuse we have to pick up the phone up or send out an email or make a post saying, "You are loved. Mwah!" to everyone we care about. Sure, there can still be expectations that cause the day to be more stressful than enjoyable - but by and large, VD is NBD to most of us. And that, in itself, is worth celebrating.
You are loved. Mwah!
A few recs and a couple of confessions as to why you should probably never, ever trust my judgment. Annnnnd GO!
( siria, seen it in the flights of birds )
( waldorph, Shoo Shoo Baby )
( rageprufrock, The Least of All Possible Mistakes )
…and this is the part where you should probably take a big, big step back from anything I recommend.
( Because I spent money on a book written by Alan Davies )
( However, it's not all bad. Warning: so many youtube clips, what even. )
Sorry guys.
( siria, seen it in the flights of birds )
( waldorph, Shoo Shoo Baby )
( rageprufrock, The Least of All Possible Mistakes )
…and this is the part where you should probably take a big, big step back from anything I recommend.
( Because I spent money on a book written by Alan Davies )
( However, it's not all bad. Warning: so many youtube clips, what even. )
Sorry guys.
Guys, who's in the mood for a fangirl meet-up on the 18th in Los Angeles? I figure that those of you who are celebrating V Day will be sick of your chocolates and flowers by then, and those of you who aren't celebrating should have something to look forward to. It'll be super low-key; we'll hang out at a bar somewhere and talk about buttsex and fandom weirdness and the fact that GUYS STAR TREK IS FILMING RIGHT NOW IN OUR FAIR CITY okay I'm all right I just needed to let that out.
All are welcome - longtime flist buddies, casual acquaintances, lurkers, people who don't have accounts but who like judging me for my poor taste in washed-up British comedians. Or, you know, my poor taste in pretty much everything.
If you're available and willing, drop me a line in the comments, so we can see how many people might be down for this. (However, be advised that I plan on trying to incept at least half of those present into watching "Jonathan Creek." It's on youtube, guys! It's FREE. And worth every penny.)
All are welcome - longtime flist buddies, casual acquaintances, lurkers, people who don't have accounts but who like judging me for my poor taste in washed-up British comedians. Or, you know, my poor taste in pretty much everything.
If you're available and willing, drop me a line in the comments, so we can see how many people might be down for this. (However, be advised that I plan on trying to incept at least half of those present into watching "Jonathan Creek." It's on youtube, guys! It's FREE. And worth every penny.)
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Oh wise and powerful flist, I've got a question for you. Like I said, my writer's block seems to be dislodged and I'm typing right along, but the problem is, right now I'm writing a Sherlock post Reichenbach fic. Which is not, itself, the problem (except if you're here for H50 or Star Trek, in which case, sorry); the problem is that I'm doing a crossover with a TV show that hasn't been on for like ten years. I speak, of course, of "Jonathan Creek."
My question is, how much information do you feel like you need about both fandoms whenever you read a crossover fic, only one of which you know? Do you even have the patience for crossover fics? What kind of things do you want/not want when you see that someone's written one? Give me your feels, girls and boys. And then maybe the next thing I write will be H50/Sherlock fic (although I believe someone's already written one).
Here's the first little bit of the thing I'm writing, so you know what's in store for you:
( Read more... )
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Thoughts? Feelings? Let me have it.
My question is, how much information do you feel like you need about both fandoms whenever you read a crossover fic, only one of which you know? Do you even have the patience for crossover fics? What kind of things do you want/not want when you see that someone's written one? Give me your feels, girls and boys. And then maybe the next thing I write will be H50/Sherlock fic (although I believe someone's already written one).
Here's the first little bit of the thing I'm writing, so you know what's in store for you:
( Read more... )
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Thoughts? Feelings? Let me have it.
Oh God, why did this happen. So, the good news is that my writer's block seems to be gone and I'm writing things again. The bad news is, this is what did it.
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Title: Snips and Snails and Fuzzy Blue Whales
Authors:leupagus and queenklu
Fandom: God help us. "QI" RPS
Pairing: Seriously, God help us. Stephen Fry/Alan Davies
Summary: "He doesn't have dimples. Stephen always imagined that if this sort of thing were to happen, it would be for someone with dimples."
Notes: This all started withqueenklu and I being terrible on tumblr, which is probably how all really bad things happen these days. She mentioned in passing her belief that Stephen Fry and Alan Davies might possibly share a relationship that is more than merely cordial, because otherwise it's hard to explain a lot of what goes on on "QI" from week to week. And I concurred. And then we wrote this. And after that, we were like, "... well it's not like we weren't going to hell before" and we wrote it up to the fic you see before you.
Further Notes: This the kind of fiction that is, like, disregarding all of reality. In the real world, Alan Davies is married with children, Stephen Fry is king of the benevolent twink-daters, and as far as we know, they've never been each other's plus one to anything, much less a soiree. However, you should understand that the stuff about Stephen Fry driving a cab around London is totally true. Look it up. That happened.
( Stephen first meets Alan Davies in a club somewhere in SoHo, after being dragged hither and yon by Emma's entourage in the summer of '94. )
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Going to bed now. A very sensible avoidance tactic.
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Title: Snips and Snails and Fuzzy Blue Whales
Authors:
leupagus and queenkluFandom: God help us. "QI" RPS
Pairing: Seriously, God help us. Stephen Fry/Alan Davies
Summary: "He doesn't have dimples. Stephen always imagined that if this sort of thing were to happen, it would be for someone with dimples."
Notes: This all started with
queenklu and I being terrible on tumblr, which is probably how all really bad things happen these days. She mentioned in passing her belief that Stephen Fry and Alan Davies might possibly share a relationship that is more than merely cordial, because otherwise it's hard to explain a lot of what goes on on "QI" from week to week. And I concurred. And then we wrote this. And after that, we were like, "... well it's not like we weren't going to hell before" and we wrote it up to the fic you see before you.Further Notes: This the kind of fiction that is, like, disregarding all of reality. In the real world, Alan Davies is married with children, Stephen Fry is king of the benevolent twink-daters, and as far as we know, they've never been each other's plus one to anything, much less a soiree. However, you should understand that the stuff about Stephen Fry driving a cab around London is totally true. Look it up. That happened.
( Stephen first meets Alan Davies in a club somewhere in SoHo, after being dragged hither and yon by Emma's entourage in the summer of '94. )
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Going to bed now. A very sensible avoidance tactic.
OKAY SO I'm running late as it is, but I have a lot of Alan Davies feelings and now a number of Alan Davies icons and I'm getting a certain amount of guff for them, so I'd like to leave this here for y'all to check out and tell me that I'm crazy for thinking that this is possibly the cutest person alive.
I'M JUST SAYING.
I'M JUST SAYING.
Ugh, I am having ladyproblems like woah this weekend - I have a feeling there were like a half-dozen people I was supposed to hang out with, but all I am able to do is lie on my bed with a heating pad and a mournful expression. So here, have some gchats.
( A lot of these need explanation. )
Back to clutching at my stomach and hating womanhood. But seriously, go watch QI and realize that there is still joy left in this world.
( A lot of these need explanation. )
Back to clutching at my stomach and hating womanhood. But seriously, go watch QI and realize that there is still joy left in this world.
"OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN DRIVING 700 MILES AND I HAVE 300 LEFT TO GO TOMORROW SO I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO READ [AWESOME STORY SIRIA IS WRITING] B/C EVERY TIME I THINK I HAVE TIME I THINK OK I'LL CHECK TUMBLR FOR A SECOND AND THEN I FALL ASLEEP THIS ROADTRIP HAS BEEN EXCELLENT BUT SOOOOO TIRED SIRIA HOW DOES SLEEP WORK I CAN'T REMEMBER ALL I REMEMBER IS CARS AND TERRIBLE MIX TAPES AND STOPPING EVERY FIFTEEN MILES TO PHOTOGRAPH THINGS PRU IS A CAMERA WHORE IN THE SENSE OF BEING A WHORE WHO LIKES TO TAKE PICTURES INSTEAD OF THE OTHER DEFINITION AND THEN THE OTHER TIMES WE STOP IS BECAUSE I HAVE TO PEE BECAUSE IT TURNS OUT THAT I HAVE A BLADDER THE SIZE OF A RAISIN WHO KNEW NOT ME BTW THE REASON THIS IS ALL IN CAPS IS BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN DRIVING FOR SO LONG I FORGOT HOW GRAMMAR AND ALSO CAPITALIZATION WORK SO THIS SEEMS LIKE THE SAFEST WAY TO COMMUNICATE MY FEELINGS ABOUT EPIC ROADTRIPS WHICH IS THAT THEY ARE GREAT BUT THAT I AM SO OLD AND I NEED MORE NAPS THAN I HAVE BEEN GIVEN ANYWAY I AM BACK IN LA TOMORROW LOVE GUS."
So I've finally tricked rageprufrock into visiting LA, and FYI guys, she likes the Getty and Thai food. My Karmann Ghia, not so much, but that's JUST BECAUSE we almost died a couple of times on the 405. She's such a pussy. But anyway we just finished a) eating all the food in Southern California, b) making delicious Laura Palmers (it's that thing of where you have an Arnold Palmer but you use Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka [and if you're Stefon you have it served by a midget wearing a gimp suit, but we're not Stefon {Sadly}]) and c) watching "Hounds of Baskerville."
( Cut for the fact that yes, I am a gigantic five-year-old girl who hid under the blankets at times. LOOK GROWLING NOISES AND OMINOUS MUSIC ARE SCARY OK? )
rageprufrock into visiting LA, and FYI guys, she likes the Getty and Thai food. My Karmann Ghia, not so much, but that's JUST BECAUSE we almost died a couple of times on the 405. She's such a pussy. But anyway we just finished a) eating all the food in Southern California, b) making delicious Laura Palmers (it's that thing of where you have an Arnold Palmer but you use Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka [and if you're Stefon you have it served by a midget wearing a gimp suit, but we're not Stefon {Sadly}]) and c) watching "Hounds of Baskerville."( Cut for the fact that yes, I am a gigantic five-year-old girl who hid under the blankets at times. LOOK GROWLING NOISES AND OMINOUS MUSIC ARE SCARY OK? )
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