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Did you see the Mets had a historic TWELVE RUN inning last night against the Giants? IT WAS GLORIOUS. And the kind of thing that usually happens TO the Mets rather than FOR them. I guess it kind of makes up for them getting no-hit the last time they played the Giants.

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This great post came across my tumblr dash last night, wondering about fandom in the GFFA, and I was like, there is totally billions of bytes of hilaribad RPF about the Jedi on the HoloNet and even Vader has never been able to completely eradicate it. (I actually have Ahsoka mention this in a story and Anakin is horrified that people think he might be sleeping with his 15yo padawan, even fictionally.) The Emperor doesn't care; he finds it hilarious and since it keeps Vader occupied, he allows it.

Otoh, whenever Queen & Knight: The Unauthorized Padme Amidala Story pops up on some torrent server, Vader is a literally lethal takedown notice. It's not enough that the actress looks NOTHING like Padme, but the movie also perpetrates the lie that she was secretly in love with OBI-WAN and that makes him even angrier with rage. (I imagine the fandom passed over Padme entirely in favor of Obi-Wan/Anakin, but maybe I'm just cynical.)

Of course, there are also fangirls who horde their secret cache of "Hero With No Fear" newsreels (and the fictional serials based on them) and many years later, one of them, a major in the Rebellion's ground forces, presents copies to Luke, who is genuinely touched and excited about getting to see his father and Obi-Wan in action.

After the Battle of Endor, the supposedly limited run holonovela The Princess and the Smuggler goes into production, but it turns out to be so popular that they just keep adding story arcs and seasons to it. Luke is mostly puzzled by the whole thing (his character is a Jedi pilot hero but they cast a strapping 6' tall actor and he's never sure if he's annoyed or amused by that); Han wants to know if they're going to make any money off it, and Leia spends a lot of time over the years trying to sue the producers but it's just fictional enough that she can't make any headway, so she just has to accept that her entire life is a holonovela. (On the plus side, nobody ever painted her tits-out on the nose cone of a starfighter after that one time she verbally eviscerated the only guy who ever tried.)

Actually what this makes me want is a pirate radio AU, where maybe in addition to being smugglers, Han and Chewie run Rebel Radio, a sporadic Rebel broadcast and Luke listens to it when it occasionally pops up within range of his wireless, and that's an extra thing going on during the OT. I mean, it's written by Chewie, of course, who's the real revolutionary of the bunch, but Han is the voice coming to all you rebels and dreamers out there, wishing for a better galaxy while dancing to some sick beats.

You should totally write that.

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And finally, today's poem:

Trever's Song
in memory of Trever Harris

In the space between slip and fall, the asphalt sky prickled with stars,
he felt a noise break in his heart, blood-rushed and ecstatic, jazz-boned,
the low swell of a saxophone gone berserk, a frenetic constellation
of notes jerked from his dreams and set earborne above the earth.

He heard dirt-tones and blood-chords, hunger-phrases and bone notes all
shaken like a gin martini and woven into flannel shirts, a muddy dirt bike ride
through his life hung as a mobile in the last of the summer nights,
the spooled sound of his body unspun, let loose, rain over Hornby Island.

And in that instant a light fired in his eye, and he spied his reflection
glimmer in the crystal flesh of the night, shatter-wise and dumbstruck,
silent in the bosom of the rushing wind, and soul tied like a marionette
to the sky, a huge net of sound parachuting him unharmed to the ground.

~Matt Rader

And that's it for National Poetry Month 2016. I hope you enjoyed some of it, at least. <3

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Apr. 30th, 2016 03:54 am
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Every Woman is opening for nominations

Schedule
May 1 - May 8 Nominations
May 9 - 11 Clean up
May 12 - May 19 Sign-up
June 23 Assignments due
June 27 Pinch hits due
June 30 Stories revealed
July 7 Authors revealed

I know my way is hard and steep

Apr. 29th, 2016 11:30 am
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Star Wars

Another Way To Fall by [archiveofourown.org profile] Selena
Fantastic look at how Barriss ends up the way she does, and how she has sort of the opposite problem from Anakin. With some lovely bits of Snips and Skyguy just to make it extra heartbreaking.

The Art of Letting Go by [archiveofourown.org profile] Selena
The bond between Master and Padawan is the closest the Jedi permit themselves. Forming it, letting go of it: the hardest lesson, which needs to be relearned throughout one's life. Melancholy story that explores the Master/Padawan relationship via Yoda and Dooku, (Dooku and Qui-Gon; Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan), Obi-wan and Anakin, Anakin and Ahsoka. *sobs* (spoilers for the s2 finale of Rebels)

candlelight by [archiveofourown.org profile] ladydaredevil
Barriss comes to Malachor in search of Ahsoka. Lovely.

every house an allegory by [archiveofourown.org profile] truthtakestime
Leia visits the Falcon in the aftermath of Starkiller base. *sobs*

Fonder by [archiveofourown.org profile] brinn
Really lovely story of Poe and Rey bonding while waiting for Finn to heal. (Could use another editing pass for typos.)

the last princess of alderaan by [archiveofourown.org profile] songstress
Lovely look at Princess Leia.

The Protégé by jedinemo
Vader discovers Palpatine made a clone of him, and he decides the clone should have a better life than he does, and things rapidly spiral out of his control, as things are wont to do. I enjoyed this a lot. (lbr, my favorite part was 16yo clone!Anakin's immediate crush on Princess Leia.)

Room Enough For Three by [archiveofourown.org profile] imaginary_golux
Rey pretends Finn and Poe are her husbands to get them out of a difficult situation and of course, Poe is pining to be part of their relationship. This is so great, both sweet and hilarious.

smoke on your skin (mouth open, you're high) by [archiveofourown.org profile] notcaycepollard
Finn and Rey get high on some space weed and have some Force-enhanced sex. This is both sweet and hot, with a hilarious end note. And there's a sequel: I heard (he's got a weak spot for you), where they loop Poe into their shenanigans.

softly softly know me (hold my hands in error) by [archiveofourown.org profile] notcaycepollard
Lovely bit of Finn/Rey/Poe from Finn's POV.

The Unconquered Sun by [archiveofourown.org profile] sparklight
Sequel to Sun in Chains (previously recced); Luke and Vader face the Emperor on Tatooine (RotJ AU). An enjoyable read. There's some good Luke stuff here.

you fit me better by [archiveofourown.org profile] PinkCanary
Poe can't help but be enchanted by the way Rey and Finn wear his clothes. oh heart.

you lift me up and (catch me when i'm falling for you) by [archiveofourown.org profile] notcaycepollard
"Heard there's gonna be a party this weekend," Finn says easily over breakfast. "About time, I mean, I was beginning to think the Resistance was so morally upright we'd never cut loose. All that 'decadent and loathsome Resistance' talk we got in trooper barracks, and I have to tell you, I haven't even seen one thing I was promised."

"...Huh," Poe says weakly, once he's swallowed the mouthful of caf threatening to choke him. "Yeah. Morally upright, that's us."
Poe pines until Finn and Rey pull him onto the dancefloor. <3

~*~

one is such a lonely number

Apr. 29th, 2016 11:25 am
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Avengers

Don't Wait Up for Me by [archiveofourown.org profile] gwyneth
Bucky goes back to the Alps to try and find the remnants of himself, and Sam goes along for the ride. Things do not go smoothly. Oh Bucky. Sigh.

Down Into The Golden Lands by [archiveofourown.org profile] Speranza & [archiveofourown.org profile] alby_mangroves
Lovely story (with illustrations) where Steve decides to stay in paradise and fade away but Thor's not having with that, so he tracks Bucky down to go and save him. ♥Thor♥

find the words and the beat by [archiveofourown.org profile] irnan
But he was on his feet faster than she knew, even off his game like this, so that when he caught a hold of her and called her Natalia in that tender urgent voice she wasn't ready, wasn't ready at all. She could love Bucky Barnes if she let herself. She was halfway there already. She'd never really stopped loving the Soldier. It hadn't exactly been the sort of situation where you got closure and moved on like normal people; maybe in a few more years, or if he'd never come back. The jet was spinning, and he was so warm behind her, and it hurt, everything hurt all the damn time, like a muscle she could never relax, and she didn't know how to make it stop. Achingly lovely Bucky/Natasha.

Laws of Thermodynamics by [archiveofourown.org profile] thisbluegirl
Steve and Bucky, finding equilibrium. Also, seriously hot metal arm porn.

we've come here to stare by [archiveofourown.org profile] glitteratiglue
Bucky poses for a (tastefully) nude calendar to raise money for a veterans' organization. Steve is pleased with the results.

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Daredevil

Churro is a good name by [archiveofourown.org profile] zombieboyband
"I like all dogs. I'm a dog guy."

"I like dogs, too. And cats. Both."

Frank shrugs at this. "Can't trust people that don't."

"Can't trust people just because they do, either."

"Can't trust most people."

'But you can trust most dogs," Karen says, not hiding her small smile for him this time.
If you, like me, were worried about the dog, this story gives him a happy ending.

*

Crossovers

The West Wing/Captain America

Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept It by [archiveofourown.org profile] dsudis
In which Josh Lyman convinces Steve Rogers to run for President. hee!

~*~

reach out and touch faith

Apr. 29th, 2016 11:20 am
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The Divine Cities

City of Songs by [archiveofourown.org profile] pendrecarc
Long, engrossing mystery with Shara and Sigrud set prior to "City of Stairs."

~*~

The Raven Cycle

Goodbye Highway by [archiveofourown.org profile] Zee
Long, slow post-canon story where the kids find Glendower but Ronan loses his memory, and neither he nor Adam deals all that well with it. Lovely and wistful.

nothing on your mind by [archiveofourown.org profile] SisterLoquacious
Sweet, awkward glimpses of the post-TRK road trip. Aw heart. (contains major spoilers for The Raven King.)

~*~

i can do it with gourmet taste

Apr. 29th, 2016 11:15 am
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DCU

Empty Graves by [archiveofourown.org profile] Unpretty
"You're not hugging me because I'm dead in the future, are you?" she asked.

"Ma! No, you're fine. I just saw you last week and I come home for holidays."

"You invited me last Christmas," Bruce added helpfully.

"Is that what you wore?"

"Yes," he said, and she didn't think she believed him. "But with a sweater over it."
Martha Kent protects her son from time travelers. Excellent.

Standard Patrol by [archiveofourown.org profile] weekend_conspiracy_theorist
Fantastic Batfamily fun with Steph as Batgirl on a routine patrol. <3

~*~

don't you wanna know me?

Apr. 29th, 2016 11:12 am
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Check, Please!

Brighter Than the Moon by [archiveofourown.org profile] Pinkerton
He keeps thinking of Bitty as the plane taxis and takes off. He's spent the past two months sorting through pieces of Bitty, connecting the dots and filling in blanks. It's a familiar exercise: stats to player performance, tempered by the variables of the ice and game play. Primary to secondary sources, altered by time and perspective.

And then there's Bitty. Teammate to friend to boyfriend. A man whose hospitality and ability to be a total little shit both know no bounds; a talented hockey player whose soft hands work magic with dough; and a solid, comforting weight in Jack's heart that, only two months in, seems unlikely to be dislodged.
Lovely story set during Jack's 4th of July visit to Bitty's.

Building On That Momentum by [archiveofourown.org profile] jedusaur
Some excellent backstory for George.

Double Jeopardy by [archiveofourown.org profile] shortlimbs
"Shitty totally wants to bone Jane Austen," Ransom says as a matter of fact.

"Dude, who doesn't? Bits excluded, I guess."

"The studio audience needs to shut the fuck up, and Jane Austen is my soul mate stay away from her, brah."
Hilarious and adorable Jack/Bitty, featuring Jeopardrink.

~*~

from joy to joy to joy

Apr. 29th, 2016 10:36 am
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I fell asleep early last night, so I caught up on no TV. Sigh. This weekend is supposed to be chilly and rainy (ugh, not how I want May to start), so I guess I'll catch up then.

I did come up with a title for a story idea I've been kicking around, though I feel like it probably won't end up being the the title if I write it. I find that having a title to start, or pretty early on in the process, allows me to shape the story to match, or at least to make sense of it, which I guess is pretty backwards, but it mostly works for me. I mean, "Like stars burning holes through the dark" was an easy one - Luke and Leia are the stars, Vader is the dark - voila! "Circle into Motion" went through a few variations but it was always about acknowledging the sort of circular nature of events and relationships but then attempting to break out of those patterns since they clearly hadn't worked before. I mean, I don't know if any of this ever communicates itself to people who read my stories, but a lot of the time, the title does actually have a connection to the story (not always - sometimes it's just a lyric from a song that was playing when I was ready to post, e.g., "the naked floor reminds me"), though sometimes years after the fact, even I couldn't tell you what the connection was.

Of my current wsip, Thing 1 and Thing 2 have complementary titles, since they go together, though I'm probably the only one who thinks they're clever. And something [tumblr.com profile] angelgazing said to me makes me think that this fifth attempt at the opening of Thing 1 might be the one that sticks. I'm also considering just writing it as notfic for myself and then fleshing that out, since I have a bunch of notes of things that are important and I know exactly what it needs to do, I just can't...do it. Part of that is that it relies on the sequence of events in Thing 2, so I kind of need to have that mostly done for this to make sense? But that one's rolling merrily along. Mostly it's a POV issue, in that the POV character for Thing 1 is a lot harder for me to write and it keeps coming out wrong.

Wow, that is a lot of vaguery there. I'm not sure why I don't feel like talking about those two in more detail when I'll happily discuss nearly anything else I'm writing, but I feel like I can't say too much. I mean, I think this is also the sort of thing that has an audience of me? So I can't imagine other people even being interested? But I've been there before and not worried too much about it, so... *hands*

In more concrete things, last night this picture of Temuera Morrison came across my dash, and for those of you who don't recognize the name, he played Jango Fett (and various clones) in the Star Wars prequels, and in that picture he looks JUST LIKE Rex looks in Star Wars Rebels, and since Dave Filoni has said he believes Rex is alive at least through RotJ, and he is actually in a position to make that canon, they could have had him in Rogue One but they probably don't and now I'm preemptively sad that that is not a thing that exists. Sigh.

In other news, possibly there will be a recs update later today. New Boss 1 is having surgery today, so she'll be out of pocket for a while, but I thought I was going to have a huge project, except that it's still being fiddled with, so it hasn't landed on me yet. Sigh.

Anyway! Today's poem:

From Blossoms
by Li-Young Lee

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

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From last week's episode of the Moth, a story of a man who sailed the English Channel in a bathtub:

TIM: When I first phoned the Royal Navy to try and get them on board with the idea, there was a mistake at the switchboard and I got put through to a rear admiral. And that was the best result for me, because both my uncle and my great uncle were in the Navy and they told me If ever you’re talking to a member of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy, you always start the conversation with a question – How are your futtocks, old man?

So I get put through to the rear admiral and I say How are your futtocks, old man? and he replies At their furthest reach, dear boy.

When I asked my uncle about this, he said Yes, that was the correct nautical response. I said That’s fantastic, uncle, but what does it actually mean? and he said Well, that’s the thing, Tim. Nobody actually knows. It’s just this mad thing the Navy have done for 300 years.


I have two (2) questions:

- Is this true?
- I need a fic about Ralph Lanyon and futtocks. Why doesn't it exist?

when i waked, i cried to dream again

Apr. 28th, 2016 09:58 am
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Last night, [livejournal.com profile] innie_darling and I went to see Helen Mirren be interviewed at the New York Public Library. The line to get in was tremendously long - I think the only other time I've seen it that long was for Neil Gaiman on Halloween (and maybe not even then).

She was fantastic - funny, smart, gracious (but willing to shut down the interviewer when she thought he was wrong), and just a little bawdy. A true queen. #there is nothing like a dame

I don't think all that highly of the NYPL interviewer - he tries too hard to be witty and profound and often misses his mark, though I can understand why he'd want to be when he interviews so many amazing people, but he needs to be quiet more and just get out of their way. Nobody cares what you the interviewer think is the answer to your question! Just let Helen Mirren speak!

At the very end, they showed a clip of her as Prospero, and she recited the speech along with it:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

And then she read Caliban's speech to us:
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
(That should count as today's poetry, I think.)

So that was a great experience. I highly recommend the live programs at the NYPL and if you're a 'friend' of the library you get discounts (though there was no discount on these tickets for some reason, but it was totally worth the $40).

Then I got home and my fear of not being able to unlock the new door on my apartment building was, alas, realized. I panicked a little and called Mean Super's Nice Wife, and she was like, "They installed it wrong! Everything is wrong! But if you turn the key to the left instead of to the right, and pull while you turn, it should work!" and it did, so I didn't have to show up at L.'s door like a vagrant with no place else to go.

Whoops, hit post too soon!

[personal profile] umadoshi pointed out that you can buy a Murder Squash T-shirt from Stiefvater's Society6 page, and the thing is so ugly it's charming, so I have ordered one. I am weak. Squash one, squash two. Sigh.

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slow down. nothing bad will happen.

Apr. 27th, 2016 11:20 am
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The Flash: Back to Normal
Maybe it was the beer I had at dinner with L., or maybe it was my desire to get back to reading The Raven King, or maybe this was just a very meh episode, but it did not hold my attention at all. spoilers )

So yes, let's talk books:

What I've just finished
The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater. If you've been waiting for the series to be complete to read it, I definitely recommend it. I have some minor quibbles, but overall, I loved it.

stuff I loved-major spoilers )

things I liked less-major spoilers )

So that will require rereading repeatedly. Come and talk to me about it! ♥

I also read this month's Star Wars and I kind of have no idea what the hell is going on (this is why I prefer to trade-wait and read a whole thing at once), but I enjoy Leia being in no-bullshit/take charge mode (which is to say, being her awesome self 100% of the time) and Luke being a wheedly little brother to Han, so that was fine.

And there was also this week's Grayson, which is wrapping up next month I guess for rebirth or whatever, so there are a lot of things rapidly spiralling (pun intended) to their ends, and then there's this exchange: 75 years of subtext becoming text )

What I'm reading now
Still Apollo: The Race To The Moon by Charles Murray and Catherine Bly Cox, which I'm enjoying but not finding a page-turner. I did have to stop in the middle of Apollo 13 to read TRK though so now I'm back to that.

What I'm reading next
I don't know! I'm no longer anticipating TRK so I'm at loose ends!

***

Today's poem:

In a Beautiful Country
by Kevin Prufer

A good way to fall in love
is to turn off the headlights
and drive very fast down dark roads.

Another way to fall in love
is to say they are only mints
and swallow them with a strong drink.

Then it is autumn in the body.
Your hands are cold.
Then it is winter and we are still at war.

The gold-haired girl is singing into your ear
about how we live in a beautiful country.
Snow sifts from the clouds

into your drink. It doesn't matter about the war.
A good way to fall in love
is to close up the garage and turn the engine on,

then down you'll fall through lovely mists
as a body might fall early one morning
from a high window into love. Love,

the broken glass. Love, the scissors
and the water basin. A good way to fall
is with a rope to catch you.

A good way is with something to drink
to help you march forward.
The gold-haired girl says, Don't worry

about the armies,
says, We live in a time
full of love.
You're thinking about this too much.
Slow down. Nothing bad will happen.

***

Ugh, it's taken me like two hours to write this post because work keeps interrupting me. Bah.

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Apr. 27th, 2016 04:13 am
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The Bicast a podcast for multisexual folks posted an interview with my favorite feminist, Julia Serano!

I gotta load it on my MP3 player when I have more room. (Serial s2 ate up all my room, oops)
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So the hallway renovation in my building has been ongoing and everything is coated in a very fine layer of plaster dust, which so far has not migrated to the inside of my apartment but it's all over everything in the hall and ugh. Also, yesterday, they installed a new outer door and a new inner door, but I am not at all confident that either of them actually locks at this point (and I'm a little afraid that my keys aren't going to work when I get home tonight, but that can't actually happen right?), which is a little anxiety-inducing.

***

I forgot to mention this, but I've been wearing my Darth Vader faux leather jacket a lot and I have received numerous compliments on it! Even my sister was like, "Wow, you look very stylish!" and that was before I showed her the hilarious quote on the lining ("You underestimate the POWER of the Dark Side!"). I also like wearing it because much like when I'm pretending I'm the Winter Soldier on his way to murdering Captain America, I pretend I'm Darth Vader stalking through the smoke on the Tantive IV and people get out of my way on the sidewalk. *g*

Speaking of that Winter Soldier murder swagger, I see that people are getting anxious about Civil War, but my past couple of weeks has been full of anxiety about The Raven Cycle so I can't be worrying about CACW until I'm done reading. I downloaded my copy when I got out of bed this morning and then I didn't get a seat on the bus until Lexington arrgh! I should have taken the day off to read! Because I'm sure tumblr is rife with spoilers (apparently there were already spoilers out there but I didn't see any; thank you, tumblr dash for not spoiling me!) and my planned CACW-induced tumblr hiatus (well, more like a reduction in time spent, rather than a full-on hiatus) isn't scheduled to start until Thursday!

Of course, I'm also like, I should have taken next Friday off in case I want to see CACW over and over again, but I've mostly been occupying myself with other fandoms to stave off that anxiety. This is why being multifannish is the best! I've spent so much time worrying about Gansey et al. (and also, the Stanley Cup playoffs) and trying to write SW stories over the past few weeks that I haven't really had time to get wound up with worry about Steve and Bucky, and instead have just been enjoying the Mackie/Stan/Evans roadshow. *hands*

Anyway! I'm sure I'll be anxious soon, but the rumor of good reviews pleases me (I haven't read any of them), and right now I am too busy spoiler for The Raven King )

***

In television news: Jane the Virgin
spoilers )

***

Anyway, here's today's poem:

The Archipelago of Kisses

We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don't
grow on trees, like in the old days. So where
does one find love? When you're sixteen it's easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. There's the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we
shouldn't be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you'd quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get
older, kisses become scarce. You'll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,
with its purple thumb out. If you
were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's
red door just to see how it fits. Oh where
does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
Now what? Don't invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whiskey.
It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye,
and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow,
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

~Jeffrey McDaniel

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Apr. 26th, 2016 03:24 am
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Placeholder for Not Prime Time Letter.

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Apr. 26th, 2016 01:34 am
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In Celebration Of Old School Livejournal.

Since I'm filled with nostalgia for both past pains and past loves, have this essay. It's filled with poignancy and truth, and yes, memories.

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Apr. 25th, 2016 11:34 pm
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Fic_Promptly's contest week is on.

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let us catch the next tornado home

Apr. 25th, 2016 12:30 pm
musesfool: the middleman and wendy watson (let the loving come back to me)
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Went out to the island yesterday for a birthday dinner for my dad - he turned 81! He's doing pretty well, and it was a nice afternoon, even if it required ~4.5 hours roundtrip of travel for a 3.5 hour visit.

I'm just tired now. Work is quiet atm but will be gearing up again to be stupidly hectic later this week, and ugh, I will probably eventually post about it all under a lock, but it's not so much the extra work that bothers me as the way it's being handled and the circumstances surrounding it. Bah. But being so busy at work and so tired when I get home means writing has taken a backseat, and I find that annoying as well. It's not a permanent thing - it'll be done in about six weeks, but ugh, it's just exhausting to get there.

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Two links:

= via [personal profile] umadoshi, here's a fun interview with Natalie Morales, who to me will always be Wendy Watson first and foremost, but I wish she'd get cast on something I already watch or in movies I want to see!

= [personal profile] mousapelli created bar cookies based on Check, Please! (which you should all read as it's adorable): Zimbits (Peach Ginger Shortbread Bar Cookies with Maple Buttercream Frosting). I think both Bitty and Jack would approve. I am definitely going to have to try them out at some point.

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Today's poem:

Everyday
by Mike McGee

Everyday I rewrite her name across my ribcage
so that those who wish to break my heart
will know who to answer to later
She has no idea that I've taught my tongue to make pennies,
and every time our mouths are to meet
I will slip coins to the back of her throat and make wishes

I wish
that someday
my head on her belly might be like home
like doubt to doubt resuscitation
because time is supposed to mean more than skin
She doesn't know that I have taught my arms to close around her clocks
so they can withstand the fallout from her Autumn

She is so explosive,
volcanoes watch her and learn
terrorists want to strap her to their chests
because she is a cause worth dying for
Maybe someday
time will teach me to pick up her pieces
put her back together
and remind her to click her heels
but she doesn't need a wizard to tell her that I was here all along

Lady
let us catch the next tornado home
let us plant cantaloupe trees in our backyard
then maybe together we will realize that we don't like cantaloupe
and they don't grow on trees
we can laugh about it
then we can plant things we've never heard of

I've never heard of a woman
who can make flawed look so beautiful
the way you do

The word smitten is to how I feel about you
what a kiss is to romance
so maybe my lips to yours could be the penance to this confession
because I am the only one preaching your defunct religion
sitting alone at your altar, praising you out of faith

I cannot do this hard-knock life alone
You are all the softness a rock dreams of being
the mistakes the rain makes at picnics
when Mother Nature bears witness in much better places

So yes
I will gladly take on your ocean
just to swim beneath you
so I can kiss the bends of your knees
in appreciation for the work they do
keeping your head above water

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musesfool: Asajj Ventress (sorry about the blood in your mouth)
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Expanding upon what I posted to tumblr last night, I watched the 2003 Genndy Tartakovsky Clone Wars series (well, it was stitched together like a movie on youtube - it's only 2 hours long in total) and I didn’t like it? I mean, I can see why people would? Because some of the battle scenes (and it's like, 97.8% battle scenes) are pretty cool. But aside from a bunch of other things I didn't like*, the voices were all wrong! Especially Anakin. The actor seemed to find the perfect grating intersection between whiny and prissy, and obviously Anakin is the former but the latter seemed distinctly out of place. Even Obi-Wan, who is voiced by James Arnold Taylor, the same guy who voices him in the CGI Clone Wars, sounded off to me.

But the weirdest part is that Padme is voiced by GREY DELISLE. PADME SHOULDN’T SOUND LIKE AZULA. (I did like her backing up Yoda on Ilum, though.)

(otoh, now I am very curious as to how Azula and Anakin would rule the galaxy together and how long it would take for them to turn on each other. Also, now that I think about it, there would have to be an Iroh-Obi-Wan team up. I'm just saying. You should totally write that.)

*Other things I didn't like: Cody being the only Clone Trooper with a name - I found it especially jarring when Anakin and Obi-Wan just called them all "Trooper." I didn't like how overpowered the Jedi were, and yet three of them couldn't defeat a few magnaguards? Especially since at the end Shaak Ti destroyed them all on her own with one of their staffs and her lightsaber? Also how they couldn't handle Grievous? I realize that he's a big Jedi killer and the first time out he was completely new to them, but at the end, I found it a little ridiculous. I mean, I could certainly be wrong, since there's a lot of canon details I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he's not Force sensitive, so surely a few Jedi should be able to defeat him, despite his proficiency with lightsabers. There are other ways to use the Force in combat.

I also questioned Dooku's assertion that Sith don't feel fear. I guess you can argue that while it was basically fear that caused Anakin to fall, after he does all that terrible shit he can't come back from, he's fueled by anger and hate (both directed inward for all his failures, and outward at the galaxy and his loved ones for leaving him/not conforming to his will etc. and eventually at Palpatine for lying to him about everything.) rather than the fear that led him to the anger and hate previously. I dunno. It seems like hair-splitting to me, because don't Sith lords spend all their time worrying they're going to be killed by their apprentices? I can't endorse a system that has your own successful teaching end in your death.

Also, I was very disappointed that we didn't see Ventress carve that scar onto Anakin’s face. That was the main reason I watched tbh. (Well, that and to see Anakin's knighting. Obi-Wan is excited about being "brothers"! I can't even.) But Uncle Google tells me that happened in a comic that is no longer canon. Sigh.

Ventress was pretty terrible here, too, I thought. Otoh, Shaak Ti was the most awesome, as she should be.

I was, however, amused at how often Anakin ended up in torn clothing/with his shirt off in approximately 2 hours of story. Too bad they didn’t give him a pretty face, though. I did like his vision quest/rescue thingy at the end, though I had to laugh at him having to ride through the arctic planet without a shirt on.

I think the fact that he still comes off as whiny/murderous here is why adding Ahsoka in is so key to maturing his characterization in the CGI Clone Wars. Because it allows him to settle into being a mentor and an older brother type, which he hasn't really had an opportunity for previously - he's the junior partner in all his other close relationships (Obi-Wan, Padme, Palpatine, his mother), but with Ahsoka, in addition to getting the responsibility, for once he also gets to be the voice of authority, which is important. Because having responsibility for a thing while not having the authority to enforce your decisions is a shitty position to be in. And he's pretty good at mentoring her (he's good with Rex and the clones too, but that's a little different).

All of this made me think about my own feelings about actually being in this fandom (and how the way I participate in a fandom has changed over the years). NGL, I was pretty anxious about posting Star Wars fic both back in August when I did it for the first time and then again in the wake of TFA (well, unless you count a couple of Han/Leia ficlets and the Obi-Wan/Mary Sue fic that I hope is lost to the internet), because like Star Trek, there is A LOT OF CANON (though less than there used to be, since Disney ditched the EU) and everything has a weird name! there are posts on tumblr that list all the swear words and names of animals etc. and that's a great resource, but it's also scary to think that people are going to jump on you if you call it coffee instead of caf or whatever. And this is a pretty irrational fear. I mean, I don't know if that's happened to other people, but it hasn't happened to me. But I was definitely anxious about it (I still am, which is why I end up spending two hours on the damned Wookieepedia looking at the names of fruits and planets and whatnot).

The last time I felt this anxious was about comics fandom - specifically about the DCU, since I started writing Batfamily stuff before I started writing MCU fic - and that was partly because yes, 70+ years of canon that cannot all be known! but also the first fandom I posted fic in was X-Men Movieverse, way back in 2000, when fandom was very different, and there was a lot of "That's not how it is in the comics! Don't you know canon!?" nonsense from comics fans towards movie-only fans. Which is why I have very strong feelings about how people who are in comic book movie fandoms shouldn't be required to read comics if they are writing in what is demonstrably an entirely different universe!

And being in DCU fandom right when the reboot happened made me a lot more nonchalant about canon. So I don't like what happened in this run of the book but I really liked what happened in that one so I'm basing my fic in that timeframe etc. Or I'm doing what comics writers do and picking and choosing the stuff I consider canon for my characterization etc.

And the thing is, once you remove all the EU stuff, Star Wars doesn't have nearly as much actual canon as superhero comics (though it does have a lot of details people happily keep track of; thank god for obsessive fans) and I have consumed almost all of it! Well, I haven't actually seen the not fully produced season 7 episodes of TCW, but I've seen all 7 movies and I've seen the canon TV shows. I haven't read all the books or the comics, but I've read a number of them. I should feel pretty confident, and yet people still bring stuff from the EU into fic all the time, some of which I'm familiar with (e.g., Mara Jade, about whom I could not care less; no for real tho, my interest level drops at least 12% whenever her name pops up, even in fic written when the EU was still canon) and some of which I am not (e.g., the aliens who killed Chewie(?); all of the original trio's EU kids). And sometimes that makes me feel completely inadequate. Here's {THING} I never even heard of! How can I possibly write fic in this fandom!?

I don't know what my point was, but sometimes when I'm writing, I'm like, "I wish I knew the answer to this or even how to find it on Wookieepedia, but I don't, so I'm just going to make some shit up" but then I get the cold sweats thinking about some random fan commenting to tell me how wrong I am about it, and I'm not sure that feeling ever goes away, even though I've been doing this for over 15 years now. (I repeat, this has not happened to me! It is, for me, still a mostly irrational fear! But that doesn't mean I don't feel it!)

In Star Wars stuff of the "we make our own fun" variety, yesterday, as also posted to tumblr, [tumblr.com profile] girlinthetrilby and I were discussing my favorite not actually going to happen in canon theory about Rey's parentage, which is that she's Luke’s daughter (I personally believe Luke and sex to be unmixy things but I'll allow it for this), and her mother is the daughter of Obi-Wan and Satine's sekrit baby, whom Satine gave away when she was 16 and never mentioned again (obviously they don’t know she's a Kenobi). Because then you get hilarious Force ghost grandads, and what could be better than Anakin and Obi-Wan in the afterlife, being smug about how awesome Rey is, as if they had anything to do with it? Because a Kenobi-Skywalker baby would kind of be the apotheosis of Star Wars, wouldn't it? You should also totally write that.

In other news, today's poem:

Pavlova's Physics

Everything in my body
has been processed
through at least one star
(except for the hydrogen).

I want to speak to you about it;
I want you to know how much
I understand - and more and more
reveals itself in waves

I'm really a wise kid,
the kind that gets on and doesn't
need to go to college to do it,
secretly learning to peel back

the potent leaves of mathematics
while boning up on Greek at night.
For all that, the consciousness
is an outdated barn of a thing,

a slow phenomenon compared
to the speed of the senses.
Today even I'm entranced
by the marine symmetry of my body

but, believe me, this world
is a place of bizarre consequences
where matter can appear
out of nothing and where

the light of stars is ancient
history when it gets here:
we can never understand
what we're living through at the time.

You can show me your piece of warm
thigh the length of Florida
and I'm telling you, I'm affected
by the way you look at me but I need

more dimensions than geography allows.
I'm falling forward, tumbling
into increasing disorder; yes, disorder
is increasing in the universe

and will keep increasing until
the whole shebang becomes a place
where it is remembered
only the alert rodents swam.

~Jo Shapcott

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