You sound depressed

Feb. 26th, 2017 11:57 pm
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Very astute Mom. You got it in one. It's been that sort of day.

I measured my utility closet thinking about getting one of those stackable or the two in one units because the idiot made my washer/dryer hookup area too small to get both in there.

Thanks to that deranged blood sugar bouncing everywhere I spent the day alternating between raging and weeping.I hate this.

Since I was up in Jackson after food, I went to look at that house I posted yesterday which ruined my mood further. Honestly it was a perfect little house. It was right off the highway just enough to be easy to get on the way to work but enough to be quiet. It shared a lane with this blue and white trailer. That wasn't a problem. Whoever had the trailer obviously has pride of place. It's in perfect shape. The land that goes with the house is relatively level without being in a flood zone (a rarity here) and had 5 acres of land. So why am I not lining up a tour?

It's literally right next door to a fucking coal washer. Head desk. Back to the drawing board. I did find two possibilities. But I feel like I'm just going to be in this shitty apartment forever.

To top off the day, for once in my life my story is too short for an anthology. Now to see if I can crank out another 1.5K in the next day or two.

Head South

Feb. 26th, 2017 09:26 pm
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Cya, after the apocalypse but before her kids go to Addergoole

Cya knew she was one of the good guys.

That was: she knew she was one of Boom, and she knew Boom were the good guys.

She knew that was all that kept her from going off the rails most days.

Some days, all it did was remind her how to cover it up.

She looked at the boy - man - the Kept in front of her and sighed. "You're a mess, darling," she muttered. He was sleeping. The Working she'd done would keep him that way for a while.

She wrote him a note anyway, because Cya believed in planning ahead. I had to run an errand. If I'm not back by Wednesday night, take this note to Howard and tell him "look South."

Of course, almost everything was south from the Ranch, except Canada, but she didn't want her Kept to guess where she was going.

She took her car. It shouldn't still be running, but at this stage, she wasn't the only one with a much-repaired vehicle still on the road, and hey, she could turn dirt into gas, which did help matters.

She tried not to hold on too tight to the steering wheel, but there was a small fire of anger deep in her gut. It was, like everything she felt at that point, a cold fire, a lump rather than a storm.

It was going to hurt someone anyway.

The man sleeping in her bed... When she talked to Addergoole, they told her things were better. They were old fae and had old memories, and they meant Things like what happened to Eris will never happen again. They meant, if it was Luke, who had seen it, or Mike, who paid more attention than he was given credit for, they meant we'll try to make sure what happened to Leo doesn't happen again. Leo was harder. She knew that, even though she didn't really forgive it. Leo's breaking hadn't been nearly as visible as Eris bleeding in the halls.

They told her things were better, but there was only so far they were willing to go. Some people just weren't meant to Keep and some people just shouldn't be Kept, and those mistakes, Addergoole wasn't going to fix any time soon.

And sometimes people were just too good at hiding their poison; some people were just too good at hiding their wounds. Agi, the man sleeping on her bed - he was one of those. His keeper had been sharp with her knife and careful, and her abuse had been subtle enough that it had never been picked on. He'd gone through the next three years at Addergoole thinking it'd been his fault.

She knew the story too well. This time, someone was going to pay.

She held onto the steering wheel a little too tightly and whispered Repair Workings at the road ahead of her. There was no reason not to clean up as she went, and if this went south instead of just South, Howard would have a trail to follow.

Poem: "Even If You Stumble a Little"

Feb. 26th, 2017 05:34 pm
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This poem is spillover from the February 7, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from Anonymous on Dreamwdith. It also fills the "sudden threat" square in my 8-1-17 card for the Survival Bingo fest, and the "chocolates" square in my 2-1-17 Romantic card for the Valentines Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles. It belongs to the Cassandra thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

WARNING: This poem contains intense material. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features parents stalking a survivor of child abuse, trespassing, emotional shock, confusion, attempted tampering with someone else's property, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, calling for help and getting it, justifiable threats of force including superpowers, intense negative emotions and mixed feelings, reconsideration of legal action, can't adult right now, reference to intrusive fear, and other angst. This may cause stress for survivors of abusive parents and/or stalking. However, Cassandra has awesome friends who are not putting up with any shit from her parents, and who provide excellent backup to solve the problems. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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Title: Old Magic
Author: [profile] darkheartwalsh
Prompt Number: H11 (Her Voice) submitted by [profile] lenaa1987
Kink Showcased: Voice Kink
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape
Summary: The damage to his voice had remained, rendering him silent. Mute.

And perhaps that was why he loved to listen to her. Hermione. Why her voice, so commanding, precise, the cadences so like his own, had such an effect upon him.
Warnings: oral, general het sex
Word Count: 3595
Author’s Notes: This wasn’t initially the fic I had planned, but it is what happened. Hopefully I’ve managed to do the voice kink some small justice.

The Norrønt text comes from the songs Solringen and AnsuR by Wardruna. Translations at the end of the fic.

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You can read it:

Over at AO3

or

On the hp-kinkfest LJ page

Chocolate Box Fic

Feb. 26th, 2017 09:29 pm
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I wrote one fic for [community profile] chocolateboxcomm 
Rebirth (2331 words) by sevenofspade
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Winry Rockbell, Scar (Fullmetal Alchemist), Ling Yao
Additional Tags: Post-Canon
Summary:

Winry went to help with the Ishvalan reconstruction.


(Also, on the original fiction front, I finished the outline for the current novel today.)
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So far the half-price sale in Polychrome Heroics is doing well. I just got a donation for "Even If You Stumble a Little," which I'll have to post after lunch.

[personal profile] ng_moonmoth is running a pool if you want to get in on that.

[livejournal.com profile] my_partner_doug just came up with a new idea of letting the general fund earn the quarter-price rate if it reaches $100 during the sale. Currently the general fund contains $28.50. Here is a ticker to track the general fund for this sale:




Writerly Ways

Feb. 26th, 2017 02:04 pm
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I wasn't going to do one this weekend. Hell I wasn't sure I wanted to write another word ever again (even though I know I will). This meme I found really sums up where I've been many times but the last 18 months has been HORRIBLE with it.

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I'm all but paralyzed with it. Sometimes just clicking open on my files makes my stomach churn or my eyes to tear up all from things that are entirely in my own head.

Last night I went to bed with my sugar at 111 (normal) but stress woke me up with full body shakes around 430. When I finally dragged out of bed my sugar was 400. Cortisol, the stress hormone, is glucose-sparring so it forces sugar into the system so you can feed muscles that have been triggered to fight or flight. I was a mess. The woman in the mirror looked like she was 100. I managed to drag myself to Jackson after food and house hunting (I'll post that depression in a separate place). It's at least down to 250 now but I'm still in exhausted uber bitch mode.

Then I came home to this Queer SF discussion on fear of failure/feeling like an imposter etc. And Betty had sent me this article on Post Project Depression that couldn't be more timely.

Do I feel better? No. Will I? I sure as fuck hope so. I am not as good at what as I do as I think I am. That much is certain. There are projects where I have reached my breaking point. It might be better to just shove them back in the drawer and move on. Probably worse than being told your story has fixable mistakes is being told your characters are boring. Characters that have lived in your head, well loved for two decades.

Betty handed me this one saying it might be timely for me (No, she didn't say my stuff was boring). character description

And she sent more helpful links so here they are too over writing

underused settings in spec fic Ha, I was just planning an industrial revolution/magic story for nano provided it doesn't miscarry before then.

tips for challenging bigotry

ask the agent

Yearly Word Count -


6822 / 100000 words. 7% done!


Splinters of Silver - editing nothing

Blood Red - restarted with chapter one. Kill me now.

Steampunk Holiday -


2529 / 9000 words. 28% done!

Behind Blue Eyes - back burnered

Haunted Hocking -


3003 / 60000 words. 5% done!
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Planning Connections
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 2 of 3 (complete)
word count (story only): 1071


:: This story takes place immediately after Robert Cort leaves the conversation with Drew Finn in “Connecting Favors.” :;

back to part one
to the Danger and Discovery index




“Do you have a priest?” Siema wondered. “If I want to work with someone, I ask for their imam.”

“Their, not his?” Robert clarified. “We're definitely Westerners in that regard.”

“Their,” the teen repeated.

Robert passed the cup to him. “Hold that, please? And do have more if you want.” He flipped through screens of contacts before turning the screen to face the young man. “Father Carlisle. Catholic, uh, we're Catholic.” He checked the time, then hit the call button.

Someone picked up. “Hello? Robert, is Diane all right?” The voice was slightly reedy with age, and roughened, but had probably once been a breathtaking singing voice.
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A blackout bingo for [livejournal.com profile] 1_million_words Feb. challenge.

Graphical image of card is here.

Title: Medals
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Prompt: White House
Rating: G
Word Count: 1139
Summary: SG-1 receives medals in a private ceremony at the White House. Post s05e17 Failsafe.

Title: Bubbles
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Prompt: Shower/Tub
Rating: PG
Word Count: 727
Summary: Sam gets an unexpected visitor while taking a bath.

Title: Undercover
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Prompt: Villa
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1422
Summary: Jack and Sam pose as honeymooners at an Aspen villa to draw out former Trust operatives. Post Season 08.

The other 6 stories )

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“Sorry I wasn’t in the mood to be a person today, sorry I forgot to keep a conversation, sorry my soul needs ironing. Give me a moment, a day or a so. It’ll be good. I’ll brush my hair and change my clothes. I’ll laugh a lot. I’ll say important things. It’ll be good.”
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What I Watched Week #8

Feb. 26th, 2017 12:16 am
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 February 19 - February 25, 2017

New (to me) TV:

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend 1x16 - 2x13
This is Us 1x15 & 1x16
The Mindy Project 5x09
Arrow 5x12 & 5x13
Chicago Fire 5x14
The Mick 1x10
Agents of SHIELD 4x15
Bones 12x08
New Girl 6x17
American housewife 1x15
Fresh Off the Boat 3x14
Chicago PD 4x15
Law and Order SVU 18x12
Speechless 1x16
Black-ish 3x16
Powerless 1x04
Superstore 2x15
Nashville 5x09
Rosewood 2x17
Timeless 1x15 & 1x16

Re-Watched Movie: 

Pitch Perfect

The high point

Feb. 25th, 2017 11:32 pm
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was getting a great card from [profile] tinhutlady! Thank you so much. It made my day to get a nice card full of warm fuzzies because today was a day to be down on myself.

As much energy as I had yesterday, that's how little I had today. I count myself lucky to have gotten laundry and my exam done.

I'm learning hard what it feels like to have the joy of writing turn into drudgry (i.e. actual work. I really wish I could take anti depressants because it might help all of this immensely. I'm so ready to just chuck it all. If I still had active fandoms I might have (god, I think Buffy is TWENTY years old this year).

I found another house. here. Love the location, less excited by the house itself. It's more practical for me. Fuck, I already need a new hip. I've broken both ankles and knees. I shouldn't have one of my beloved old home. The upstairs would be filled with cobwebs while I hobble around the ground floor like a little old lady I'm fast becoming

This house is isolated enough to make me happy but it's just off the main highway so it's not TOO isolated (go Google Earth it). It's not tremendously pretty on the outside and no, I don't get the whole wood burning stove OUTSIDE the house thing either It's common here. I assume because there are no chimneys but it also seems a waste to have the cold air wicking away heat. On the other hand when my power goes off as it will, I'll still have heat of some kind.

I love the kitchen. The only two problems I see with this house is a) it's haunted by the ghosts of 1001 dead deer (check out the last bedroom) and b) the fridge. OMG who the hell puts a fridge in a tight alcove next to a damn window?

I'm going to drag off and go be sad somewhere and oh hate-watch more of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.
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[personal profile] stardreamer is posting the story "Birthday Surprise," of which the first three (of planned four) chapters are up.  Stan takes Lawrence out for a very special  day.  And night.  :D  As far as I know, this is canon, although it's a bit later in the timeline than what I've been writing so far.

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