musesfool: cordelia chase (turn the world on with a smile)
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A meme, via [personal profile] selenak:

Comment with one of my fandoms, and I'll tell you:

- the character I least understand
- interactions I enjoyed the most
- the character who scares me the most
- the character who is mostly like me
- hottest looks character
- one thing I dislike about my fave character
- one thing I like about my hated character
- a quote or scene that haunts me
- a death that left me indifferent
- a character I wish died but didn’t
- my ship that never sailed

***

And a poem:

Personal Letter No. 3

nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.
no more wild geo
graphies of the
flesh. echoes. that
we move in tune
to slower smells.
it is a hard thing
to admit that
sometimes after midnight
i am tired
of it all.

by Sonia Sanchez

***
moetushie: Beaton cartoon - a sexy revolution. (Default)
[personal profile] moetushie
Goddamn hipster cantinas. The taco was actually $3.29 (still too much!) but I paid with cash and they didn't give me change? I mean, I would have been happy to round up to $4 if they asked for tips ... even though they actually took a long time and didn't give me the right order, which I didn't discover until later ... but they didn't even ask! I'm definitely Han in this scenario, right? Am I using this reference right?

Sigh. At least the view is incredible. I've never seen a more picturesque graveyard. Weathered marble tucked into deep green grass while around them a city hustles through its day, the sun already hot and the dogs running down the path, cute. Walking back to work through the quiet of the cemetery, I feel pretty happy and alive, even though I lost seventy cents to bad service.

My sister said the taco was pretty good, despite not being the right one.

Anyway! Meme? My favorite meme?

Comment with a fanfic trope and, if you'd like, a character/pairing, and I will tell you:
• how likely I am to write it
• A few lines of theoretical fic
musesfool: Inara (i know where beauty lives)
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I am so behind on my tv shows that I just...continue to fall behind because I didn't watch anything last night either. *hands* I also put aside various books and comics I was reading in order to start a Raven Cycle reread, since it's the right time of year, but I've also often been too tired to focus on reading on the commute. I'm sure once we see the sun again for more than a couple hours once a week, this will start to go away, but right now all I want to do is curl up in bed under the covers. So no Wednesday reading meme either.

What I did do last night was make some more lip balm, this time a variation on this recipe, substituting mango butter for coconut oil, and a tablespoon each of castor oil and apricot kernel oil for the sweet almond oil, and two drops each of the essential oils, plus 1/2 tsp of vitamin E oil, 1/2 tsp of zinc oxide for sunscreen purposes, and 1 tsp of rose gold mica powder to make it a lovely pink. Which makes for a nice, rich lip balm. As in that recipe post, I also used slidey lip tins though they are super tiny - the amount of lip balm this recipe made filled all ten tins I bought plus four chapstick tubes. I guess because I originally bought 1 oz tins, I'm used to only getting like four or five tins worth of stuff each time, but it goes a lot farther when your tins are smaller.

I also bought a bunch of these adorable daisy pots but I haven't filled them yet. I'm excited to try, though.

In other news, writing continues to happen in fits and starts - work is too busy, evenings I'm too tired, etc. but I poke around here and there and hope to finish something every once in a while. And since I mentioned my wip list the other day, here it is:

- after he took from you everything he could steal, the utterly self-indulgent id-fic, featuring suitless Vader and lady!Obi-Wan having copious amounts of deeply unhealthy sex. With [personal profile] snacky's help, I've figured out an ending that doesn't include murder/suicide, so now I feel like I can keep writing it. *snerk*

- nobody move, nobody get hurt and the movement and the spin, aka, Thing One and Thing Two, which I might as well admit at this point are also AUs where Obi-Wan is a lady, but much kinder to both her and Anakin. Probably too kind. Ah well, we all write our own kinds of fix-its, and mine involve genderswap (cisswap?) and a lot of hilariously awkward teenage pining while Obi-Wan mostly pretends to be oblivious because she's not the socially awkward one. *hands* And then one day, when he's no longer her padawan, nor a teenager, maybe, she thinks to herself. Maybe. So, you know, two stories, two POVs, but the stories go together.

- Drive It Like You Stole It, the Han/Leia PWP that needs attention.

- Half-Truths and Hyperbole, the Obi-Wan/Satine Regency AU.

- Well Did You Ever?, the Obi-Wan/Satine Thin Man AU (with a special guest appearance by Anakin as Asta).

- Talking Points, Luke and Rey and trying not to make the same mistakes past generations did.

- how strangely my life is curved, aka, Ahsoka unfrozen in the future and Steve Rogersing her way through the Resistance.

- Night Five, Anakin/Ahsoka trope fic ("there's only one bed at the space hotel!") for [personal profile] silveronthetree.

- Someone else to catch this drift, the single dad Anakin AU which features both Anakin/Ahsoka and Anakin/Obi-Wan

- the Obi-Wan/Ventress frenemies-with-benefits one, fittingly titled Frenemies with Benefits

- the untitled story where Force ghost!Obi-Wan haunts Darth Vader and Darth Vader is just like, "I already have an Obi-Wan in my head criticizing everything I do! What fresh hell is this?" also for [personal profile] silveronthetree.

*blinks*

Okay, that is a lot more than I expected. I like having a list though. It makes me feel accountable. And also accomplished when I can take something off of it. And maybe I'll actually have something to post next week on May 4. Who knows? Anything could happen!

***

Today's poem:

Fire on the Cuyahoga
by Cheryl Snell

The river burned only a few times,
but nobody here forgets it.
You'd think they'd keep the place up a little better—
look at the candy wrappers, empty bottles, rubbers.
Who knows what else is dumped after dark?

Beauty is as beauty does, I suppose, and of course
all rivers should be beautiful, not necessarily
the untouched beauty of a head cheerleader
at her beginning of things—
but more like the worn kind of beauty she'll grow into,
after she runs off with her married man,
bringing back the three kids, one of them always sick,
and her working minimum wage at the KMart,
the new boyfriend with raw hands and grimy fingernails
out back building a barbeque pit, trying to start
the fire that will stun her into loving him.

***
silveronthetree: R2D2 (star wars)
[personal profile] silveronthetree
where war is no more Chapter 1 of 3 (753 words) by silveronthetree
(Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008). General Audiences. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Luke Skywalker. AU. Satine lives AU)
Obi-Wan needs a disguise and Satine just wishes he would smile again.

AU where Satine survives and Obi-Wan goes on the run with her and Luke after Order 66.


I posted a story that isn't for a fic exchange! I believe the last time I did that was back in 2012. It's technically my first wip, although I think this bit also works as a standalone.

State of the Gehayi

Apr. 25th, 2017 02:35 pm
gehayi: (tears (gehayi))
[personal profile] gehayi
I need to figure out where to get at least $650 more per month. If Trump and his toadies succeed in killing off Social Security, as the evil and greedy bastards want to do, I think that at least $2000 to $3000 would help.

The problem is that I have little cash and a crumbling house which has just developed a termite problem--and, naturally, it needs repairs. Again. I would not be opposed to this if I could just afford to pay for the repairs, for an installment loan on my house that I have little hope of ever paying off, for food, for water, electricity and phone, and for credit card bills (which have been affected badly by numerous crises over the past year and which I don't want to get any higher).

And every month there is less and less in my bank account...because this year, there has been no income. Only Social Security, which is not designed to let you save any of it.

A friend has recommended that I go on Patreon, but I cannot think of a single thing that anyone would want to pay me to do. Besides, I don't have a webcam (I hate cameras and having my picture taken) and I know nothing about how to make a video. Internet reviewers who have Patreon sponsors always seem to have webcameras and to make videos.

I have no family who could help. I have no friends who live in this state. And I can't sell the house and move because, well, IT NEEDS REPAIRS. No one would buy this place as it is, and I have nowhere to move to. Plus, once I sell it, that's it. The house, as much as I hate it, is my main asset. Once it's gone, it's gone.

I can't even sell blood or plasma, as the Red Cross does not want the sort that's filled with medication and colonized with MRSA.

I'm drowning in poverty and I see no way out.

I hate this. I hate all of this.
musesfool: close up of the Chrysler Building (home)
[personal profile] musesfool
Because I was sad, L. invited me out for a drink after work (me, texting L upon entering the place and finding four long-haired bearded guys clustered around the end of the bar while Lynyrd Skynyrd played on the jukebox: "well, this certainly is a bar!" I didn't mean to be snobbish - it was absolutely my kind of hole in the wall place and it had $4 drafts for happy hour - but it was just so hilariously...not what I was expecting in the East Village.) and convinced me to attend a one-person show at The One Festival with her (mainly because it was only 45 minutes long and the subways were a mess).

However, upon getting to the theater, we discovered that there were two shows and the one we were there to see was the second one, so we saw two one-person shows.

The first, "Redemption," was a kind of Social Justice 101 on prison, the likes of which felt very earnest and well-intended but didn't really add anything new to that conversation. I mean, we're talking basically an afterschool special level of nuance. With one guy monologuing intensely at an audience of like 15 people for 45 minutes.

The second show, "What Would Cathy Do?", was about an actress (OR WAS SHE?) who went a little too method and got hooked on heroin. It was funny in a grim way, though again, not particularly new or revelatory, but the actress - Skye Wansey - was spectacular. So at the end, when we had to vote for one show or the other, we both voted for her.

Then we had a rather surreal taxi ride home, where the cab driver twice drove past my block and got huffy when I was like, no, I said 82nd, not 80th and 2nd! I mean, it is possible I messed it up once, and I will take the blame for that, but when he drove past my corner the first time, I paid close attention to make sure I was saying the right thing to direct him correctly on the second attempt, and he STILL drove past the corner again, and then got huffy when I was like, "Just let me out here!" so I could walk two blocks back to the street I actually live on. L. continued on in the cab and made it home without mishap.

Ah me. Still I was exhausted when I got home, which was probably a step up from being sad, and I had a nice time otherwise, so I'll take it.

***

Today's poem:

Act
by León Salvatierra
(Translated by Javier O. Huerta)

I'm going to say what love signifies
My grandfather said it was the desire of  the I for another I
And since then I began to search for you

My father said the number of  love was seven
Because creation lasted seven days
Seven days making love to its seven nights

I looked for you in each seven that ciphered my life
And I found you slipping away to other numbers

One confuses oneself with one's other self
When two bodies intertwine in bed, three loves
have been in my life, four it will be when you have left
five days that I cannot stand you, six kisses in La Paz Centro
seven years of not finding you, love, show me
from one to a thousand your nights

What is your philosophy of love
you ask me in bed: and I respond
It's not a flower but maybe it is a number. Here, I gift it to you
Hide it between your legs. At the count of two
Make sure that it does not fall: One
Open Sesame. Two
Loves have stepped into your kingdom.

***

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Apr. 24th, 2017 07:57 pm
bonnefois: ghost_factory @ LJ (Default)
[personal profile] bonnefois
Why Social Media Is So Depressing Right Now
man if anything sums up my life right now LOL.

Writing Meme

Apr. 24th, 2017 06:07 pm
gehayi: (writing it down (ravemasta))
[personal profile] gehayi
Gacked from [personal profile] naraht:

Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer. Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization? Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?

(no subject)

Apr. 24th, 2017 05:21 pm
bonnefois: ghost_factory @ LJ (Default)
[personal profile] bonnefois
Contest week in Fic_promptly.

you hold an absence at your center

Apr. 24th, 2017 10:30 am
musesfool: Death of the Endless, captioned "I was there, too, before everything else" (what everybody gets)
[personal profile] musesfool
Today would have been my dad's 82nd birthday. It's so weird, because I remember having a conversation with my brother about how was he going to make it to a restaurant for his birthday dinner if the rehab didn't work out and he wasn't walking again in time? Joke's on me, I guess. Ha ha.

So here's today's poem, though I guess I've posted it before:

Grief

Somewhere in the Sargasso Sea
the water disappears into itself,
hauling an ocean in.

Vortex, how you repeat
a single gesture,
come round to find only

yourself, a cup full of questions,
perhaps some curl of wisdom,
a bit of flung salt.

You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.

~Richard Brostoff

***

validate me, the meme

Apr. 23rd, 2017 03:45 pm
moetushie: Batmen in batlove. (batlove)
[personal profile] moetushie
Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer. Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization? Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?/blockquote>

Leave a comment instead of an ask, etc.

There are Smut Swap stories to burrow through, but I've also got to do some chores before the day is out. Indulge me, friends?

this new universe i'd fallen into

Apr. 23rd, 2017 03:45 pm
musesfool: Ahsoka Tano (my power's turned on)
[personal profile] musesfool
So how about them Rangers? *g* That was a very exciting game last night, and I am very glad to have been proved wrong about the Rangers losing in 6. I don't know if they will make it out of the second round, but I'm happy to get the chance to find out! (I say that now, but come game time, I will be cursing my life.) Now I'm rooting for the Sens to put the Bruins away.

***

So I've been ordering my groceries online recently, which is very convenient and somewhat cheaper, but today, I got an email saying they might be up to 3 hours late, and then they were half an hour early (luckily, I was awake and dressed), and they were missing my weekly order of yogurt and also all my lunch fixings. So I got refunded for the missing items, and had to go to the store anyway. Oh well. It's a beautiful day out, anyway.

***

[tumblr.com profile] silveronthetree told me there should be an Obi-Wan/Satine Thin Man AU and now I desperately want it to exist without having to write it myself (I did add it to my list, though). She already has the martini glasses! *g* They very definitely have that 30s screwball vibe.

Other things Star Wars fandom could provide me with: more completed stories (what is with everything being epic and in progress? I guess fanworks follow canon forms in some ways? idek); more Obi-Wan/Satine (especially AUs where she lives), and also some Obi-Wan/Ventress frenemies sex; more Anakin/Ahsoka; more Anakin/Lady Obi-Wan porn (what even is the point of Obi-Wan being a woman if there isn't going to be a lot of filthy porn? IJS); more Finn/Rey and Finn/Rey/Poe; more Han/Leia, more Leia with her parents (both sets), I mean, really, more Leia in everything, always.

***

Today's poem:

Looking at Pictures of My Daughters
by Maureen Scott Harris

for Jessica and Katharine

I've taken so many pictures of you from behind,
mesmerized first by the way your hair
spiralled around your perfect baby skulls
mirroring snailshell and galaxy, this
new universe I'd fallen into.
Year after year I looked at you looking away.

But here's a picture I'd forgotten:
foggy weather and you stand, backs to me and larger
than I knew, on an apron of rock at
the sea's edge.
I can't see your expressions, I don't
know how you feel, there, where
the waves are dark and larger than life.
There's nothing between ocean and sky and
my fear falling into the picture

Standing behind you I hold my heart tight, not
letting out the fear:
that you will be swept away,
that you will turn and see me, hand
across my mouth, eyes round and terrified and

I want you to be happy.
Standing behind you I don't have to see myself
reflected in your eyes, the three of us so muddled
in my heart I can't skim us apart.
I want to be perfect, better
than my mother. My gaze is
the weight on your shoulders. It stiffens your necks.

***

fic: never let me down (again)

Apr. 23rd, 2017 10:14 am
moetushie: Beaton cartoon - a sexy revolution. (Default)
[personal profile] moetushie
never let me down (again) (17394 words) by havisham
Chapters: 5/7
Fandom: Free!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Matsuoka Rin/Yamazaki Sousuke, Shigino Kisumi/Yamazaki Sousuke, Hazuki Nagisa/Ryuugazaki Rei
Characters: Yamazaki Sousuke, Matsuoka Rin, Nitori Aiichirou, Ryuugazaki Rei, Shigino Kisumi, Tachibana Makoto
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Future Fish, AU of an AU, Alternate Universe - Police, Partnership, When They Hold A Mexican Standoff But Don't Give You A Gun, Work In Progress, Pining, Blood and Injury, Rin in Drag, Arguing, Resentment, Missing Persons, Alternate Universe - Noir, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Stripper Cops, Not Stripper Cops, Sousuke Is a Damsel in Distress And He Hates It
Summary:

Sousuke is a small-town cop whose safe little world is shaken by the arrival of his long-lost best friend and new partner, Rin. Rin is magnetic, exciting, and Sousuke can't deny the feelings the feisty redhead brings out in him -- although he does try. Lord, does he try. But there's also murder, mayhem and a reality-breaking scientist to deal with --nothing in Iwatobi is what it seems.



I got off my ass and wrote another chapter of this. And I also renamed the fic, and rewrote the summary to actually reflect what's going in the story. Maybe this time it'll work.

I love this song (Never Let Me Down Again by Depeche Mode), although I can't decide if it's actually about two friends who have reconnected after some drama (although they still have an unequal relationship) or it's about a murder-suicide/the same friends Thelma-and-Louise-ing it.

Either way works. It's a great song.

(no subject)

Apr. 23rd, 2017 09:42 am
bonnefois: ghost_factory @ LJ (Default)
[personal profile] bonnefois
Tic_tac_woe, an apocalyptic mini bingo is open.

she is a tornado.

Apr. 22nd, 2017 06:04 pm
musesfool: Wonder Woman against a backdrop of flames (walk through the fire)
[personal profile] musesfool
the telling

She is a tornado.
He is a man. He is solid and humble.
She tells the story three times, convinced
he does not understand. He is trying.
The story is about an elephant and a mermaid.
No, the story is about a millipede in a thicket of roses,
a prized buckskin horse and fifty lashes.
She is talking gibberish. He is trying to understand but she
is thunderbolt. Her tongue, a spear.
The dog is hiding in the back corner of a dark room.
The man wants to sit with the dog. She is melting.
Her face pools in her lap. Freckles pile at her feet.
There is nothing in the room that has not been hurled.
She is science like this. An atom, separating.
Finally, the story comes, like flood. Its mud seeps in
from under the doorjambs, rising. They are standing
ankle deep in water and rot and he understands now.
He is a spiced wound. He wants firearms. Hit-men. A brutal justice.
All the while, the window is sitting with its mouth open,
spilling their hot storm into the courtyard
where the neighbors have come to their sills,
elbows propped, hungry
like vultures.

~Jeanann Verlee

*
musesfool: only if you promise to punch a guy into the ocean and say at the buffet water is on the house (at the chinese buffet)
[personal profile] musesfool
I waited as long as I could, and then there was a stoppage of play, so I ran to the bathroom, and of course that is when the the Rangers scored the winning goal in OT last night. I should have just spent the whole game in the bathroom. I will take it either way. ZIBANEJAD! Plus Kreider finally showed up, and Nash has been in beast mode throughout. And AV better not sit Buchnevich again. Plus, Girardi is playing like he's five years younger! If only Holden and Staal weren't so terrible together. Hopefully they can put this series away at MSG tomorrow, though I wouldn't bank on it. Maybe I will just sit in the bathroom all night, just to be sure.

***

Today's poem:

Design
by Taylor Graham

While we're asleep
the ordinary items of a room
rearrange themselves
wordless, regardless of their labels
("Made in Taiwan," "wash & wear")
or what it says in the owner's
manuals,
the revocable warranties.

They rise up
while we wander lost in the natural
symbols of our dreams.
These simple household goods
mimic speech and intertwine
into a cabala of their own design,
intricate
as wallpaper.

Listen. Every sound clicks
into place, a tone
like bells, like machines make.
Refrigerator,
dishwasher, clock.
All these manufactured servants
are singing to themselves,
to soothe us into sleep.

***

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