In other news, everything is still Star Trek forever and it's great. Still ridiculously in love with Star Trek Beyond (should I go and see it again over the bank holiday? Probably not, but I want to), also I have returned to my TOS watch-through and am thoroughly enjoying it. I LOVE EVERYONE ON THIS SPACESHIP.
Meanwhile, in Imzy-land, I have learned that Imzy will only let you network with 14 other communities, which seems counter-intuitive for a networking platform, but okay. I have started a fandom_calendar comm, which people are starting tentatively to use. Which is good.
So far, I'm finding it an odd mix of neat and clunky. I like the way it handles anon posting. I hate the way you have to click through to get to the links that people are posting, and the way comment notifications don't have the content of the comment in the email. Comment threading is wacky as hell, and comment order seems unpredictable once there's three or four commenters on a post (is it by popularity? Omg, so weird.) But the development team are pretty active, and things change day to day. Today they added a personal blog function.
I've still got invites, if anyone wants to try it out. (I need a email for that, or you can go to the link for my personal blog and request one there.)
This is me: st_aurafina
This is fandom_calendar: fandom_calendar
This is a multifandom drabble exchange that sign-ups close for soon: multifandomdrabble
( OMG GBBO!! (spoilers for ep 1 of 2016 Great British Bake-off. This turned into a live blog. I say omg a lot alot.) )
I love you, Bake Off. See you next week.
From Here, No Lines Are Drawn (3943 words) by umadoshi
Fandom: Newsflesh Trilogy - Mira Grant
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Georgia Mason/Shaun Mason
Characters: Shaun Mason, Georgia Mason
Additional Tags: POV First Person, Canon Disabled Character, Pre-Canon, Menarche, damage control, Codependency, inappropriately close siblings, being thirteen is hard, navigating adolescent gender conventions
"Goody," George said, trying not to sound embarrassed. She didn't do a great job of it. "Either I'm unexpectedly hemorrhaging to death, or I'm a woman now." She spat out Option B in the same snarky sing-song she'd used after the time we watched some ancient sex ed. videos for laughs, one of which had featured a serious middle-aged lady droning about the wonders of a girl's blossoming womanhood.
Before the Rising, getting your first period meant possible messiness, embarrassment, and inconvenience.
It's worse now.
(In which Shaun Mason, age thirteen, side-eyes other boys and snuggles his sister, who's having a very rough night/morning.)
--Title from Tori Amos' "I Can't See New York".
--Beta work by wildpear.
You can also read the fic ( under the cut )
Ah, I thought. That sounds about right. At some point a few years ago, writing went from fun to scary. I'm scared that if I write something and post it, people who I like and admire will secretly think it's not very good and judge me accordingly. I don't even know, brains are terrible, I'm pretty sure that all my friends don't secretly think I'm a horrible writer and think less of me as a person. Oddly, this doesn't seem to affect my vidding at all, just fiction.
So that's been a helpful realisation today! How I go from here to actually writing again I'm not sure, but it's a good step. (A couple of wonderfully kind comments recently on the AO3 have certainly helped too, and if anyone felt moved to tell me something they like about something I've written, it would not go amiss.)
I might have been a bit distracted by the Olympics and not posted. And by might I mean was. And still am - since it finished I've watched the men's triathlon, diving, BMX. I still have plenty to catch up on - I should be finished by the time the Paralympics start...
I have managed some non-Olympics things in the past couple of weeks. The weekend before last I went to the Nine Worlds convention. Last year I generally wasn't impressed with it, but loved the Whedon Singalong enough to go back. This time they only sang a selection of songs in the Whedon Singalong, which didn't include my favourites. And I liked the rest of the con less. So next year I might just be going to the Whedon Singalong, if they return to singing all the songs.
While I was there, Missy was having a holiday with my sister. They both enjoyed it, except for when my sister had her in-laws round and Missy wasn't happy that there were people in the house and she wasn't being played with.
I went through a whole load of my cards. Back in uni, when we had Wednesday afternoons off for sport, I spent it playing the Star Trek customisable card game. I haven't played it since I left, but I have a lot of cards. Also, quite a few Magic cards, Young Jedi (which I don't even remember playing), Attack of the Clones cards, the Dilbert card game (which at least is just a normal card game), a pack of Original Series Star Trek cards. And a booster pack of Harry Potter cards. The TOS cards are confusing because they're in a box that states it contains 65 cards including Kirk, Spock, McCoy & Enterprise + a rulebook. It actually contains more than 65 cards, none of which are Kirk, Spock or McCoy and no rulebook. I don't remember playing this one either.
Going through my Star Trek cards brought back memories of playing it. I'm pretty sure in one of the boxes was the deck I last played at a tournament where I assimilated Earth. Which is pretty much all I remember of how to play it. I just have to decide, with all of these cards, whether to sell/get rid of them, keep them as a collection (and get rid of the duplicates) or keep them and play them. But right now I'm enjoying cataloguing them and putting them in order. And trying to convince myself that I don't need to buy any more...
Mirrored from my blog.
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mike Peterson & Ace Peterson, Mike Peterson & Skye | Daisy Johnson
Characters: Mike Peterson, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Ace Peterson, Mindy Peterson
Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Season 3 aftermath, Backstory
Mike's made more than his fair share of mistakes in his life, but he's always done right by his son....or so he thinks.
written for spiderfire for seeingcolorcomm
Definitely not my best work.
I bought a new keyboard to replace the current broken one. Unfortunately, my friends told me it's impossible to attach without taking the whole computer apart. (Lenovos are complicated.) I have the option of using an external for the rest of the computer's lifespan or going to a computer repair shop. Maybe I can bring my old Tobisha back to life? We'll see.
- Reading, books 2016, 149.
145. New Caribbean Poetry, An Anthology, edited by Kei Miller, 2007, is a 150 page anthology of 8 poets chosen by another poet. The authors represented include 6 women and 2 men, from across the anglophone Caribbean: Marilene Phipps-Kettlewell (Haiti / US), Delores Gauntlett (Jamaica), Christian Campbell (Bahamas / Canada / &c), Loretta Collins Klobah (US / Puerto Rico), Shara McCallum (Jamaica / US), Tanya Shirley (Jamaica), Ian Strachan (Bahamas), Jennifer Rahim (Trinidad). My tastes and those of the editor don't wholly coincide but I did especially enjoy the selection of Jennifer Rahim's work, with an honourable mention to Delores Gauntlett, although my preferences might also reflect on my level of familiarity with different Caribbean cultures. (3/5)
A Song for My Father, by Delores Gauntlett
Against the yam-vine quiet of the garden
a nightingale stirred with my father: the lift
and fall of the pickaxe, the heaving throat
of the hidden bird exacting
the subtleties of song.
This would become the memory of high grass
brushing wet against the black waterboots.
I didn’t realize I was watching him
when, as to an altar
he bent with bare hands to a sudden digging
till the head of yam surfaced
like a flowering from the earth;
the nightingale’s song perched
upon the senses, then drifted
from the dewy pimento leaves
and, like a scent, was gone.
( For Seeds That Wither, by Jennifer Rahim )
--Between yesterday and today I've done a lot of rewriting, trying to get as much done as possible before Gaffney arrives on Thursday. Last night my brain was still basically up and running, but today I felt a bit foggy and this evening was worse. (The thing is--especially if I shut my browser to help with my focus--I can do a really sizable chunk of a manga volume in one day. It's just that then my brain is exhausted and feels kinda pulped [which I doubt is unusual], and I don't recover very quickly.)
--Tomorrow, barring my stylist being sick or something, is finally (finally, finally) haircut day. I have no idea what I'm actually going to come out with. My first priority is getting the last traces of red cut out, but I also have to tell her that a) my hair absolutely refuses to learn to part on the side, so doing something that parts in the middle would be a plus, and b) I keep clipping my bangs back even when a haircut is fresh, so growing them out seems like a good idea. Once I grow my hair back out into a bob those points will both be covered, but in the short term, I don't know if we can deal with both at once.
--I'm basically ready to finally post the Newsflesh fic wildpear and I have been slowly tossing back and forth for a few months. (Oh, this summer!) She gave it--and the placeholder title!!!--the green light tonight, and getting it posted before Gaffney arrives would be ideal, so that means tomorrow.
(It feels strange to be about to post something, because I got a draft on this fic so long ago and have written basically nothing since. It doesn't seem possible that I can have something ready at this point in time.)
Anyway, I think I'm really fond of this one? It's Shaun's POV, and he and Georgia are only thirteen, and my mental picture of them at that age is adorable.
--Jinksy has been having such a snuggly day, which is wonderful. *^^* He's on my lap right now, and usually that'd make me stop typing until he wandered off, but it's nearly 1 AM and bed really would be good. Besides, if he leaves because he doesn't have my full attention, maybe he'll follow me to bed and snuggle with us there...
...and yep, he just left. So I'll take the hint. Good night, all.