I only realized just now that WisCon is not, in fact, a Supernatural/Wincest convention and is a feminist sci-fi convention.
I want to attend so bad now.
I want to attend so bad now.
gacked from
summerstorm:
Come convince me to write you a story by leaving a character/pairing/prompt or just by gushing or giving me details about a story you want me to write. ANY story. As long as I, you know, have written/know the fandom.
Come convince me to write you a story by leaving a character/pairing/prompt or just by gushing or giving me details about a story you want me to write. ANY story. As long as I, you know, have written/know the fandom.
WE WERE EMERGENCIES
The summery: "It's not about being unmade; it's about remaking, one aching step at a time."
acenpokerface's rec, via
het_reccers: 'It takes the line, "You and I remember Budapest very differently," and runs with it. Basic premise? Clint thinks he and Natasha are violently in love, and that Loki has messed with Natasha's memories. Natasha thinks love is for children, and that Loki has messed with Clint's memories. We don't know who's right.'
I'd quote but I don't want to spoil anything. Just go read it right now.
The summery: "It's not about being unmade; it's about remaking, one aching step at a time."
I'd quote but I don't want to spoil anything. Just go read it right now.
So, this week has really sucked. Work has been terrible and is driving home all the things I hate about my job without providing me with any insight to what I'd like for A Career.

I had a friend who hadn't heard from me in a month and was so worried she called my mother. If it wasn't for Avengers fanfic, I'd probably had succumbed to the urge to ignore my alarm clock each morning and hide under the bed.
I had a friend who hadn't heard from me in a month and was so worried she called my mother. If it wasn't for Avengers fanfic, I'd probably had succumbed to the urge to ignore my alarm clock each morning and hide under the bed.
Name a character or pairing I know and I'll tell you what cliches, kinks, or tropes I'd write for them.
Basically, I am having no luck with my current wips (pick an opening line, Bruce/Natasha fic, any opening line will do), and would like to use this as a way of jump-starting my writing mojo.
Basically, I am having no luck with my current wips (pick an opening line, Bruce/Natasha fic, any opening line will do), and would like to use this as a way of jump-starting my writing mojo.
So I was watching the trailer for Political Animals and realized, 'wow, the only reason I want to watch that is because I suddenly find Sebastain Stan really attractive.'
When did this happen?
Frankly, I thought he was totally fugly in Captain America but now, I'd like a Black Widow/Winter Soldier movie.
When did this happen?
Frankly, I thought he was totally fugly in Captain America but now, I'd like a Black Widow/Winter Soldier movie.
In the wake of the avengers, a lot of people are reposting and/or making new Thor graphics, which are awakening ALL my Loki/Sif feelings.
#kingandqueenofasgard
#kingandqueenofasgard
Basically, you post the fanfic you really, really wish someone would write and then write someone else's wished-for fic.
I discovered this poem via musesfool, who related it to Natasha (valid). To me, it brought to mind Tremaine Valiarde and Regina Mills. Basically, this is a poem for emotionally damaged ladies.
Dogfish
by Mary Oliver
Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing
kept flickering in with the tide
and looking around.
Black as a fisherman's boot,
with a white belly.
If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a smile
under the perfectly round eyes and above the chin,
which was rough
as a thousand sharpened nails.
And you know
what a smile means,
don't you?
*
I wanted the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
I wanted
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,
whoever I was, I was
alive
for a little while.
*
It was evening, and no longer summer.
Three small fish, I don't know what they were,
huddled in the highest ripples
as it came swimming in again, effortless, the whole body
one gesture, one black sleeve
that could fit easily around
the bodies of three small fish.
*
Also I wanted
to be able to love. And we all know
how that one goes,
don't we?
Slowly
*
the dogfish tore open the soft basins of water.
*
You don't want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don't want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it's the same old story – - -
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
Mostly, I want to be kind.
And nobody, of course, is kind,
or mean,
for a simple reason.
And nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in
this world.
*
And look! look! look! I think those little fish
better wake up and dash themselves away
from the hopeless future that is
bulging toward them.
*
And probably,
if they don't waste time
looking for an easier world,
they can do it.
Dogfish
by Mary Oliver
Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing
kept flickering in with the tide
and looking around.
Black as a fisherman's boot,
with a white belly.
If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a smile
under the perfectly round eyes and above the chin,
which was rough
as a thousand sharpened nails.
And you know
what a smile means,
don't you?
*
I wanted the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
I wanted
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,
whoever I was, I was
alive
for a little while.
*
It was evening, and no longer summer.
Three small fish, I don't know what they were,
huddled in the highest ripples
as it came swimming in again, effortless, the whole body
one gesture, one black sleeve
that could fit easily around
the bodies of three small fish.
*
Also I wanted
to be able to love. And we all know
how that one goes,
don't we?
Slowly
*
the dogfish tore open the soft basins of water.
*
You don't want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don't want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it's the same old story – - -
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
Mostly, I want to be kind.
And nobody, of course, is kind,
or mean,
for a simple reason.
And nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in
this world.
*
And look! look! look! I think those little fish
better wake up and dash themselves away
from the hopeless future that is
bulging toward them.
*
And probably,
if they don't waste time
looking for an easier world,
they can do it.
Want to know a secret? I do not think that that Marvel Studios and ergo, any of the writers of any of the Avengers-verse movies, have a grasp on who Howard Stark it, and thus, what his relationship with Tony was like. Or if they do, it does not come across for me.
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As I was driving to work today I thought, 'I had a great, restful weekend. Why am I so reluctant to go to work?' It turns out, that was my latent psychic powers kicking in.
The last couple of weeks have been super-stressful at work and today things just got worse. And worse. And it was one of those days where NOTHING goes right. Seriously, my boss brought in surprise!drinks from Starbucks and gave me a 'orange-mango' smoothy. Only it wasn't 'orange-mange' so much as 'atrocious banana.' (I hate banana.) Yep, that was basically my day in a nutshell. I was shocked to not get a ticket on the drive home.
In fandom news, the more I think about the Once finale, the more
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For the first time in - I honestly don't know how long, and looking at my calender to figure it out is just depressing - I have the weekend completely free. Two days, no errands I have to run, no family obligations, no socializing.... Just me and my cat and my bike and my internet connection *touch wood*.
I spend the morning lounging on my balcony finishing up a reread of The Wizard Hunters (still excellent) and my plans for this evening involve a bike ride and diving into The Avengers Comment Ficathon which needs more prompts for: Loki/Sif, Darcy/Clint, Darcy/Steve, and Pepper/Tony. Hint, hint.
On another note (a tear-jerking one) I was talking to a friend of mine about Balto (1995 animated film about a half wolf-half dog whose little-girl owner was dying of something in Nome and who had a lady-girlfriend dog with an abusive master) and how while I technically didn't cry at that film, I feel like it still belongs in the category of films I've cried at. (The other two: A.I. and The Little Princess.) And my friend was like, 'I'm more interested in films you've cried at in your twenties,' and I'm like, 'good luck. You know that I had my heart removed at thirteen.' He goes, 'yeah...' and I continue, '...and now Regina keeps it with her wall of other hearts.' Him: 'That actually makes a lot of sense.'
Which leads me to wonder: flist, what films have you cried at? I'm especially interested in the answer if, like me, you're not typically a crier at movies.
I spend the morning lounging on my balcony finishing up a reread of The Wizard Hunters (still excellent) and my plans for this evening involve a bike ride and diving into The Avengers Comment Ficathon which needs more prompts for: Loki/Sif, Darcy/Clint, Darcy/Steve, and Pepper/Tony. Hint, hint.
On another note (a tear-jerking one) I was talking to a friend of mine about Balto (1995 animated film about a half wolf-half dog whose little-girl owner was dying of something in Nome and who had a lady-girlfriend dog with an abusive master) and how while I technically didn't cry at that film, I feel like it still belongs in the category of films I've cried at. (The other two: A.I. and The Little Princess.) And my friend was like, 'I'm more interested in films you've cried at in your twenties,' and I'm like, 'good luck. You know that I had my heart removed at thirteen.' He goes, 'yeah...' and I continue, '...and now Regina keeps it with her wall of other hearts.' Him: 'That actually makes a lot of sense.'
Which leads me to wonder: flist, what films have you cried at? I'm especially interested in the answer if, like me, you're not typically a crier at movies.

