Cool things

Sep. 24th, 2017 10:56 pm
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- I'm really happy to see [community profile] 50books_poc active again. I used to get tons of recs from it and am looking forward to it broadening my reading again.


- be yourself my ally A Wonder Woman fic featuring Etta/Diana. Pretending to be lovers is such a fun trope and it's deftly applied to a great pairing here. Themyscira was my favorite part of the movie so it made me happy to see it explored a bit here. I love how the author fleshed out Etta - her down-to-earthness, her warmth, her pragmatism and her ability to enjoy the little things. And I really appreciate how she portraits her as a queer lady who has had relationships with other queer ladies and who knows her worth.


- The Superhusbands Aluminum Anniversary Anthology is out! If you're into Steve/Tony at all, go check it out. It contains nearly 600 pages of new fanfic and fanart and is available for download for free.

Poem #24: Ode to Autumn

Sep. 24th, 2017 08:28 am
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You can see, smell and even feel the season in this poem.

~~

Ode To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cell.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,---
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.


by John Keats

Poem #23: September

Sep. 23rd, 2017 10:35 am
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This one is, unfortunately, still pertinent.

~~

September, 1918

This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight;
The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;
The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves,
And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows.
Under a tree in the park,
Two little boys, lying flat on their faces,
Were carefully gathering red berries
To put in a pasteboard box.
Some day there will be no war,
Then I shall take out this afternoon
And turn it in my fingers,
And remark the sweet taste of it upon my palate,
And note the crisp variety of its flights of leaves.
To-day I can only gather it
And put it into my lunch-box,
For I have time for nothing
But the endeavour to balance myself
Upon a broken world.


~~Amy Lowell
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playing Dragon Age: Origins. Duncan was a babe, but I've moved on to Alistair because he plays with my dog. in googling which gifts go to who I discovered what kind of fucked-up endings can happen with him if you're not playing a Human Noble, so I'm just chilling and figuring out where to go from here.


[insert rant about old white dude coming out to the land and feeling entitled to tell me what I can and cannot do with my life here]

said old white dude stomped off like a prissy little bitch when I told him to change his tone while he was talking to my mother, that she does not deserve being berated by him, so whatever you fucker, get off my land.

still have to jump through old white dude's hoops though because my mother forgot to send in the money for the land, and now we're on the verge of being foreclosed on. AGAIN. lolololol I want to die.


not getting writing done because of aforementioned hoops and also because I have to do a lot of shit outside in the small spurts of shade we get during the day. I've had a migraine nonstop since I posted the last fic, tbh, and that hasn't helped much. the only reason I'm playing DA:O is because the camera control via keyboard slows the swing down enough that it doesn't exacerbate things. which is good? but also doesn't help with productivity.

just took a benadryl for the itching/sneezing/post-nasal, so I should pass out in a couple hours. it is now raining for the first time in two weeks, whoopie. guess I'll go see about killing the zombie horde or whatever is pouring out of that castle, blah.


comments disabled because I have no wherewithal to respond to anything, soz.

For allbingo

Sep. 22nd, 2017 06:20 pm
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Title: Dawn of Destruction

Summary: Bespin is evacuated, and Rey has to face Kylo Ren once more.

Prompt: Abandon Ship!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Author's Notes: Was about to get a continuation of my "Shara Lives" story -- and I will get to that, never fear -- but let's say a bit of a recent revelation of awful about The Last Jedi sort of got me typing in my main verse again. Anyway, here's the Bespin evacuation scene.

Fic under cut. )

For whole_new_world

Sep. 22nd, 2017 12:37 pm
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Title: Second Mother

Summary: In a galaxy where Shara Bey lived, how would things have turned out differently?

Prompt: Dead Character(s) Alive

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Fic under cut.  )

Poem #22: Septmeber 1815

Sep. 22nd, 2017 11:20 am
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September 1815

WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,
With ripening harvest prodigally fair,
In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,
Sent from some distant clime where Winter wields
His icy scimitar, a foretaste yields
Of bitter change, and bids the flowers beware;
And whispers to the silent birds, 'Prepare
Against the threatening foe your trustiest shields.'
For me, who under kindlier laws belong
To Nature's tuneful quire, this rustling dry
Through leaves yet green, and yon crystalline sky,
Announce a season potent to renew,
'Mid frost and snow, the instinctive joys of song,
And nobler cares than listless summer knew.


~~ William Wordsworth

Poem #21: September Midnight

Sep. 21st, 2017 12:25 pm
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September Midnight

Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.

The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, broken,
Tired with summer.

Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heavy.

Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,
While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.


~~ Sara Teasdale

For trope_bingo

Sep. 21st, 2017 03:01 am
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Prompt: Rare Pairs

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Artist's Notes: Was mostly thinking of doing things on the Ben and Poe side, as that's mostly where I do my work -- in the backstory. Mostly they're based off my story "The Broken Edge", a.k.a. my giant-as-heck backstory for Ben and company. 

Icons under cut. )

Be Afraid. Be Very Very Afraid. II

Sep. 20th, 2017 09:54 am
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Guys, CALL!! They're 2 votes from killing the ACA. Congressional staffers say they were inundated with calls before. Now they say they are getting THREE OR FOUR. Call. Call. Call. Every. Day. (202) 224-3121.

health care part 3
--The above was snagged from my fb page.

Poem #20: Sonnet 73

Sep. 20th, 2017 06:59 am
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Another autumn poem and another love poem. You can never go wrong with a Shakespeare sonnet.

~~

Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.


~~ William Shakespeare

For trope_bingo.

Sep. 19th, 2017 05:30 pm
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Title: The Prince, the Knight and the Dragon

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a prince, a knight and a dragon. This is their story.

Prompt: AU -- Fairy Tale/Myth

Disclaimer: I own nothing.



Fic under cut.  )

For allbingo

Sep. 19th, 2017 12:34 pm
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Title: Golden

Summary: The fallout of Ben's descent into darkness, and Poe's new role.

Prompt: Gold

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Fic under cut. )

Weekly Reading

Sep. 19th, 2017 09:05 pm
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

The Paper Menagerie by Ken Liu
It's available for free online here. A really affecting story. What made it for me where the small details, like the water buffalo wanting to wallow and jumping into the soy sauce.

What I’m Reading Now

The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle
I really like Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories, so I picked this up at a book flea market. I'm not very far in yet. I'm currently at the point where professor Challenger invites the protagonist back into his house after having bodily thrown him out a moment before. He's certainly a memorable character. I loved the interaction with his wife.

What I Plan to Read Next

Probably This Census-Taker by China Mieville since it needs to go back to the library soon.

Poem #19: Autumn

Sep. 19th, 2017 12:16 pm
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Autumn Song

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?


~~ Dante Gabriel Rossetti

For whole_new_world

Sep. 19th, 2017 09:01 am
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Title: Broken

Summary: An amnesiac Poe joins Finn and Rey on their quest.

Prompt: Memory Loss

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Fic under cut.  )

Dragons

Sep. 19th, 2017 08:30 am

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