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Under construction while I breathe some life into this account.
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NYC Women's March was wonderful - they were expecting something like a hundred thousand and the real turnout was close to FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND, so. There were people walking along the sidewalk and on parallel streets because there was just no room - for a lot of it we were standing completely still because it was just so packed. So many amazing people.

...on another note, holy jesus my whole body aches today. Holding a sign is hard work!

ETA I just remembered that at one point, someone near me started singing Bohemian Rhapsody and the whole area joined in, complete with singing the guitar solos! So great.

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The dish washer where I work is a Trumper.  As in, wrote, "Trump for president, Hillary for Prison" on his timesheet. He calls gay people "homos" and has actually (this very night, in fact), said the phrase "Obama should go back to Kenya". He could be convinced to change his mind, except that he doesn't trust major news outlets or minor ones. Only sketchy conspiracy theory sites. This is all obviously bad, but what makes it especially frustrating is that he, once a week or so, comes up to me (or one of my co-workers) to say something insane and usually bigoted. Finally tonight, after months of trying to ignore it, I told him that he wasn't going to convince me, that I thought he was wrong, that we shouldn't talk about it again. I think he got the message because he spent the rest of the evening looking at me like I killed his puppy, but knowing him he'll have forgotten (or "forgotten") tomorrow and I'll have to either listen silently, argue, or once again tell him to stop telling me his nutbag theories. Fun!

Add to that the two tables that mysteriously decided not to tip me whatsoever on an already slow ni, and I had a great night.

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Title: think of cinnamon [ao3]
Fandom: True Detective
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Marty/Rust pre-slash
Word Count: 330
Author's Note: Written for Yuletide Madness 2016 for reserve.
Summary: UST-y haircuts, Marty gets rid of Rust's ponytail.

Marty's hands slide through Rust's hair, and Rust forgets to breathe.
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Title: quarry [ao3]
Fandom: It Follows
Rating: T for canon-level creepiness
Pairing(s): none
Word Count: 100
Author's Note: Written for Yuletide Madness 2016 for thesleepingsatellite.

noun: quarry; plural noun: quarries
an animal pursued by a hunter, hound, predatory mammal, or bird of prey.
synonyms: prey, victim
a thing or person that is chased or sought.

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Title: sand scattered [ao3]
Fandom: Stranger Things
Rating: G
Pairing(s): none
Word Count: 1070
Author's Note: Written for Yuletide 2016 for celaenos.
Summary: Post-canon; Nancy is having dreams that suggest that not everything is over. Features Nancy, Joyce, Steve, and a bit of El.

Shall I be raised from death, the spirit asks.
And the sun says yes.

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Welp, once again missed Chocolate Box signups due to a post-holiday cold. Time to start looking for promising requests to treat, I suppose!
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Steve/Tony recs, for sawickies. These are grouped vaguely by length, but are otherwise in no particular order.

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(Talking about Beowulf being described by critics as "wild, trivial, or typical")

"Yet all stories, great and small, are one or more of these three things in such nakedness. The comparison of skeleton "plots" is simply not a critical literary process at all."

This is a quote from Tolkien's essay "Beowulf: The Monsters and the Critics" and will now be used in all my arguments with people who like to hate on books or movies or shows or whatever by saying things like, "Well, if you think about it, the story's just..." or "I mean when you boil it down it's basically..." Whatever, jerks, I have Tolkien on my side.
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Title: i'm your house (ao3)
Fandom: American Gods
Rating: R
Pairing(s): none
Summary: Shadow dreams of the bone orchard, and the bone orchard dreams of Shadow.
Word Count: 1005
Author's Note: Written for Yuletide 2015!

There is no memory of how the orchard began, or if it was planted, which is not to say that it wasn’t. What is known is this:
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Sep. 27th, 2015 01:14 pm
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A brief excerpt from a treat I'm working on for Trick or Treat:

warning for torture )
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I saw a movie last week with my brother, a horror movie called It Follows, which was fantastic and terrifying. I don't see much horror - I have a used-to-be-girlfriend-now-friend who loves horror, so I watched some stuff with her. But overall I'm conscious that I'm too much of a baby for horror. My imagination grabs hold of the details and uses them to make me miserable and terrified, for days. It Follows was incredibly scary, and the premise was also perfect for freaking me the hell out. It was great.

I've been writing so much lately, almost every day. It's intoxicating. I'm working on a hockey zombie AU that I'm loving loving loving so far, except that it's gotten stuck. I think this is because it's only the main character at the beginning, no one to interact with, and I'm having the worst time writing scenes and scenes without dialogue. But the lack of dialogue is important, because the beginning is supposed to be complete silence, trapped in this house having to be completely silent for weeks and weeks. And then eventually he has to leave, still by himself, and by the time he finally finds someone he knows, he's both terrified of silence and terrified of not being silence, and probably suffering from PTSD. But first I have to get to the part where he meets another person. I don't know.
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Apparently the key was just writing the saddest part of the story and powering through! I have now reached 10k and I am so excited. [does the productivity dance]
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You know, I thought I'd experienced all the weird ways inspiration and motivation and time/space/ability/energy to do things intersect and make writing really difficult. Like the many, many times I've actually been really inspired and ready to write, except in class, which isn't a problem so much because I feel bad about not paying attention, but because I'm absurdly paranoid about people reading over my shoulder despite the fact that a)why would anyone do that?? and b)my handwriting is frequently too dreadful for me to read. Or getting inspired when I have too much to do and all I want to do is burrow into whatever it is I'm writing, but I literally do not have the time. Right now, though, I'm in some hellish in-between mode where I'm really interested and inspired and motivated! all the good things! but it's incredibly directionless and mostly just amounts to me thinking in really vague terms about what I'm writing. Not helpful.

In other writing news, I think creating an Excel spreadsheet for my WIPs may have been a terrible idea. I mean, it was a really good idea, actually, because I'm remembering all these cool ideas that I previously would have vaguely considered and then tossed aside to be forgotten in a day. And I'm keeping track of my progress, and sometimes I write down vague little ideas that become really, really useful and I can smush ideas together and it's just delightful. But like. It's growing every day and all I want to do is write, but I can't, I have other things I need to do, and just. Why, why this.

Also, writing original fic is so STRANGE. I kind of want to stop writing and just create like, a guidebook to the universe I'm writing in, so I have all the background info laid out. But realistically I know that if I do that, I will never, ever complete the actual work. I'm closing in on 10,000 words, though! Hoping to reach that today. I know in terms of length that I definitely want to reach 50,000, because NaNoWriMo (even though that's not until November, but shh), but I'm pretty sure it's gonna be...significantly longer than that. WHATEVER, I'M SURE IT'S FINE.