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01:01 pm - Aug. 21st, 2014 - the torment of tantalus
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I have this urge to fix all the sexism in TOS. There are a lot of women on the show, in major roles even, but so far they're mostly victims or monsters. Dagger of the Mind is the first episode I've seen where Kirk's the one getting sexually assaulted. Which STILL isn't cool. And I will FIX THAT TOO.

Or, I mean, I would. If I were rebooting TOS episodes. Which I'm not. But enjoy this brief interlude where Kirk meets Dr. Helen Noel and doesn't act like a pig. Spock is also there.



Spock follows him to the transporter room. A woman in science blues is standing by the base of the transporter and going through her kit.

"You must be my technical aide," Jim says, bounding up the steps.

She glances over at him. "Yes, Captain. Dr. Helen Noel. We've met."

"Have we?"

She's a few years older than Jim. Tall and dark-haired, with big, skeptical eyes and creamy skin. She's gorgeous, but he doesn't mess around with his crew, and he doesn't know her in a professional capacity because not even Bones is tricky enough to get him into the section of medbay where the shrinks lurk. Not while he's conscious at least.

"At the science lab new year's party," Dr. Noel reminds him. She takes the spot next to his.

"Ah."

"We danced?" Dr. Noel says.

"We probably did," Jim says, agreeable.

She looks up from securing her communicator to her belt. "You don't remember?"

"I danced with a lot of people that night," Jim says. "I even danced with Spock. Didn't I, Mr. Spock?"

Spock's standing near the transporter console, hovering in a totally uptight way. He lifts an eyebrow. "You certainly tried, Captain."

"Bones, Chapel, Zir Inchata—most of health sciences, really—all of geology. That one guy from forensic astrogation. I think I danced with everyone there. For morale. And because I'd had a lot of punch. But mostly for morale." Jim needs to shut up. Dr. Noel's starting to look like she regrets every part of this conversation. "Spock does a mean robot," he adds.

"Captain—" Spock protests.

Jim makes right angles of his arms and swings them back and forth. "En-er-gize!"

Spock blinks at him, reproachful as a cat, and steps over to the controls. He calls down to the planet to request that the colony drop their security force field. Dr. Noel centers herself on the pad. Jim robots a bit more.

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01:34 pm - Aug. 19th, 2014 - transformative works policy update
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This is just to say: I revised my transformative works policy. It's not a huge deal; I just added a rider that says if my work is locked to a place, it'd be nice if your transformative work was also locked to that place.

I don't expect it to come up much, but one of these days I'm going to post some RPF and I'd like to keep my shame safely under lock and key where only fellow fans can see and enjoy it.

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So I've been watching Star Trek, and it's like awful, awful homework, but I'm doing it. I've watched five episodes from the first season and I don't think Yeoman Rand's made it through a single one without being sexually assaulted. Holy shit, Janice, request a transfer, that boat's no good for you.

Yesterday I watched The Enemy Within, which was pretty amazing, not just because Sulu can apparently withstand temperatures in excess of a hundred degrees below zero, but because Shatner really tore up the place with his scenery chewing, while also being uncharacteristically placid. This is because there were two of him due to a transporter malfunction.

But, wait, before we get serious, let's talk about the horned terrier in this episode! A dog, in a furry monster suit, his sad little face poking out from under a single curved horn. It's the best thing I've seen all week. Sulu starts off holding it, and then Kirk, and then—Spock, all Vulcan-faced, holding a ridiculous horned terrier. Amazing. Amazing!

Now for the serious part. Trigger warning for rape: Mellow Kirk was actually pretty sweet. Non-mellow Kirk was well on his way to raping Rand. I'm not even sure that's what they were going for there, but it's what they ended up with. He had her on the floor and was holding her down. It's horrifying that this is part of Kirk's character, a part supposedly only held in check by his intelligent, loving self. It does make Reboot Kirk's repeated non-con creeping on women in their underwear (he's two for two on that; the third Star Trek movie better have Spock in his underwear is all I'm saying) and opportunistic groping of Uhura a lot less disgusting in comparison. Though, still, totally disgusting all the same.

The problem was the way they framed Kirk's two selves. It wasn't a good Kirk and an evil Kirk (in EYELINER, I FORGOT ABOUT THE EYELINER), where we could just get rid of the evil Kirk and everything would be fine. It was more like Kirk had been split into his ego and id. Except Mellow Kirk couldn't make any decisions and was, in general, totally useless. Spock specifically said that Mellow Kirk needed Terrible Kirk to command, that without him and his lustful, violent impulses, Mellow Kirk was too meek to be captain. And he was, but the problem is there was nothing redeeming about Terrible Kirk (or "Negative" Kirk as they called him). He wasn't fun at parties, good at talking his friends into helping him paint, or even cunning enough not to get himself caught. He was bad at being sneaky, bad at making the ladies swoon, and really bad at pretending to be a rational adult. When Mellow Kirk had to make a difficult decision about the away team, instead of offering an impulsive, self-centered suggestion—or any suggestion—Terrible Kirk just lay there, strapped to the bed, smirking. This smug rapist is the part of Kirk that makes him a good captain? Star Trek, get your fucking act together.

Anyway, back to the comedy: Terrible Kirk is loose on the ship and he pulls on a fat shirt and impersonates Mellow Kirk (already in a fat shirt), and they both end up on the bridge. Cue a round of, "No, he's the impostor! I'm the real Kirk!"

And everyone's all, "Mr. Spock! Mr. Spock! Which one's the real Kirk?"

Oh, I don't know, bridge crew, maybe the one who isn't kicking over chairs and practically clawing at his own face and shouting about how he's the captain?

Maybe not him.

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atlantis this is your captain speaking
Author: Punk
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: Teen, for swears
Content notes: No standard notes apply.
Disclaimer: Sorry, I've been playing a lot of Plants vs. Zombies.

Size: 2,900 words

Summary: Why did the zombie cross the road?

(Also on AO3)

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A/N: I was supposed to post this for the SGA ten year anniversary fest back in July, but, I dunno, life—sometimes it washes over me. Many thanks to [personal profile] panisdead for patient, thoughtful, repeated beta.



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09:21 am - Jul. 3rd, 2014 - the zombies are coming
atlantis this is your captain speaking
The Internet, it's been seventeen years now, and if I know anything about me, it's that I think pants are hilarious, and I love writing fanfic about video games. I did it in Smallville and Stargate Atlantis, I wrote fic for actual video games—Katamari Damacy and Kingdom Hearts—I have an unfinished SGA fic where John plays Pokemon, and now, now, I've written a fic where John's playing Plants vs. Zombies in his underwear. Whoops. Let me just...finish this up so I can get back to the serious storytelling. *serious face*

*less serious face*

*regular face*

Yeah, I'm not really known for my serious storytelling.

Anyway, I'll be posting it as part of the Stargate Atlantis ten year anniversary fest, so keep an eye out for that, and maybe think about contributing a little something yourself.

SGA...Ten Years Later Fest, July 9-16 2014; Dedicated to 10 Years of SGA Fandom 2004-2014


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08:31 pm - Jun. 29th, 2014 - 2br 1bth hrwd w/d str
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Star Trek AU I would read:

Jim's a real estate agent in San Francisco and can sell anything to anybeing. Spock has expensive tastes and a Starfleet instructor's salary. It's been weeks and Jim hasn't found a single place in Spock's price range that the guy finds acceptable. Jim's starting to have sexy nightmares where Spock sticks his head into Jim's shower and berates him for attempting to sell him something as illogical as a "half-bath." Needless to say, it's not going well.

Another week of that and Jim just starts taking Spock to see whatever's available, no matter how inappropriate or ridiculous, a basement apartment in the Historic Castro District, a five bedroom home in Oakland, a loft in an old brewery downtown. Spock rejects them all, calmly citing the noise, the location, the smell, then turns to Jim and waits patiently for whatever's next. Jim can't tell if Spock's putting him on or if he just thinks Jim's really bad at his job.

After a long day of hauling Spock around to look at mobile homes and treehouses and one random-ass geodesic dome in the middle of a lavender field (Spock: "Fascinating."), Jim gives up and takes him out to dinner, and despite Spock insisting that he sees no sign of a private residence on the premises (which Jim's pretty sure is a joke), that goes a lot better.

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Or: FINE. I will also read this, now that everyone and their dog has read and liked it.

Spoilers for all three books, but each review only contains spoilers for that book. All three books contain graphic violence, injury, child harm, and drug and alcohol dependency. The last two books contain non-graphic references to sexual coercion and forced prostitution. The third includes the aftermath of physical and psychological torture.

The Hunger GamesCollapse )

Catching FireCollapse )

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So that's that.

Honestly, I bought these books four years ago and I only read them now because there was a Hunger Games/Star Trek RPS fusion I wanted to read, and I didn't want to be spoiled for the books: Tribute by [archiveofourown.org profile] the_deep_magic, Chris is a tribute from District Four (omg he makes an adorable crab fisherman); Zach is his stylist, of course.

Also found in my bookmarks: To the Victor, The Spoil, by [archiveofourown.org profile] Annakovsky, who can do no wrong, which is why I read this Katniss/Haymitch story when otherwise I might have...not. It goes AU at the end of The Hunger Games, gathering up the terrible pieces from the trilogy and taking them to their terrible, inevitable conclusion. In Anna's hands, Haymitch is sympathetic, a broken man trying to not to break any further. Trigger warning for the same stuff as the books.

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So I'm reading this Pinto fic and Zach says, "Pittsburgh has no baseball team." And I'm like...except for the Pittsburgh Pirates? But that seems like a dumb mistake for a writer to make, to just not bother to check if Pittsburgh has a baseball team. So then, I think, maybe it's a joke. Like maybe the Pittsburgh Pirates are dead to him because they insulted his honor or something? Like he just hates them so much he pretends they don't exist.

Or, wait—maybe it's an extremely subtle AU???

IN A WORLD WITHOUT THE PITTSBURGH PIRATES...TWO MEN FIND LOVE.

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So I watched Star Trek Into Darkness again hoping maybe it would be better the second time around? It didn't work. It's still a hot mess. But here are my four favorite parts of the movie, and, surprise, none of them have anything to do with blowing shit up:

In the beginning, after Kirk gets demoted to Pike's first officer, Kirk tells Spock he's going to miss him and gives Spock a look like, okay, now it's your turn, and Spock cocks his head and opens his mouth and he's thinking and his eyebrows furrow a bit and he's thinking and he's thinking and he takes a breath and he's thinking and he's thinking and he's thinking and he almost says something—and then he shuts his mouth and Kirk makes this hilariously exasperated face and stalks off.

You can just see Spock's little brain working through his available options, and none of them are any good.

Next is the scene on the shuttle when Carol Marcus shows up with her assignment papers. Spock is burningly jealous and tries to super logically cockblock her transfer by saying that, with his reinstatement, the Enterprise already has a science officer and they don't need another so why don't you just go home, and Kirk's all, the more science officers the merrier!, and she sits down between them and Spock tries to kill her with his brain. That ridiculous jealousy has to be why he looks her up later and realizes she's not who she said she was. He was looking for a reason to get rid of her.

An honorable mention must go to the start of that scene where Bones is sitting behind them and reaching between the seats to scan Jim with a number of glowing devices. At one point I expected him to sprout extra arms just so he could come at Jim's face with more doohickeys from unexpected directions.

Then there's the turbolift conversation between Kirk and Uhura, where Kirk complains that her boyfriend's second-guessing his every decision, and then apologizes because it was totally inappropriate to say that. Then he goes on to say that sometimes he just wants to rip the bangs off his head, and Uhura lets it slip that Kirk's not the only one pissed off with Spock. Prior to this the two had been standing side by side, both of them facing the doors, but as soon as Uhura says this, Kirk turns toward her almost protectively and gets all up in her personal business, which I found endearing and weirdly sweet because he's concerned, but also because he totally wants to gossip about Spock. Also because he's sort of stupidly horrified by the idea:

Kirk: Wait, are you guys—are you guys fighting?
Uhura: I'd rather not talk about it, sir—
Kirk: Oh my God, what is that even like?

C'mon, Jim, you know exactly what it's like to fight with Spock.

And, finally, that whole scene in the confiscated ship when they're undercover and flying around the Klingon homeworld, and Uhura decides that's the best time to have it out with Spock, and she tells him why she's mad and finishes by saying the captain's upset with him, too, and Jim's all, don't drag me into this, over one shoulder and then turns the other way to Spock and says, she's right about that.

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01:43 pm - May. 23rd, 2014 - Game of Thrones: Douchecanoe Parade
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Bitchin' Party was last month, and as is traditional among my people, I made a collage at the craft table. Unlike past years, I decided this piece should have an underlying thesis statement; see if you can spot it.

Game of Thrones: Douchecanoe Parade


Image description: A Game of Thrones ad with "All Men Must Die"* across the top, below that James Franco in a tuxedo with his arms outspread as if in presentation; an assortment of popular men are arranged beneath him. Clockwise from the top left: Jon Hamm (caption: "Jon Hamm loses fifth consecutive Emmy. His consolation prize: Being Jon Hamm."), David Boreanaz, Tom Cruise, Ben Affleck, Benedict Cumberbatch, Charlie Sheen, James Van Der Beek, Zac Efron, Ryan Seacrest, Justin Timberlake, Shia LaBeouf (caption: "Good artists borrow, great artists steal, Shia LaBeouf was in Transformers."), and Justin Bieber (caption: "You're a man!").

All of them, to a one, looking like a raft of douchecanoes.

You wouldn't believe the number of excellent Ben Affleck pictures I was forced to choose from. Each time I opened a new Entertainment Weekly, there he was, looking even more like he needed to be punched in the face. In the picture I used, he's actually waving around an award to go with that odious smirk of his, but Tom Cruise's fat elbow is covering it up.

Fun fact, I looked up "misandry" to check how it's spelled, and I accidentally read the definition as: "Misandry is the hatred, dislike, contempt for, or imagined prejudice against men and/or boys." Which let me tell you, I found hilarious. I actually had to read it several times before that word turned into "ingrained." Which I find less hilarious.

*Disclaimer: This Will Not Be Enforced.

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01:27 pm - Apr. 20th, 2014 - AO3 stat meme
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Top 10 fics as of April 2014

—  1. The King of Atlantis (SGA, March 2009, 2672 hits)
↑6  2. Gun, with Occasional Kangaroo: A Love Story (Due South, Sept 2005, 2443 hits)
↑7  3. The Bottom Line (SGA, September 2007, 2254 hits)
↓3  4. Caught (SGA, May 2009, 2348 hits)
↓2  5. Two Bells (SGA, May 2011, 2178 hits)
↑10 6. The Milk and Cookies War (Smallville, January 2005, 2039 hits)
↓5  7. Interstitial (Smallville, Aug 2002, 2129 hits)
↓4  8. Home Economics (SGA, February 2011, 2044 hits)
↓8  9. Q.E.D. (Smallville, January 2007, 1937 hits)
↓9 10. Dr. Rodney's Science Corner (SGA, February 2009, 1752 hits)

The same ten stories as last year, just shuffled around in a new order. The arrows show movement from last year's list, up or down, and what spot it used to be in. Dashes mean it hasn't moved. The King of Atlantis continues to be my most popular story, and The Milk and Cookies War is apparently making a comeback.

The fun thing about this meme, for me, is it shows which of my stories have lasting appeal. I'm always pleased with the amount of attention my newly posted fics get on the archive, but those new stories can't compete with the ones that have been there all along, and so, these are the most popular of the bunch: An explicit spanking fic, a fic about baking cookies, one where Clark pretends to be gay, another fic about cookies where Clark tries to seduce Lex, Clark losing his powers, Rodney hanging upside down by his ankle, John in a blindfold, Ray and Fraser chasing a kangaroo around Chicago, and a gen story where Rodney and John host a kids' science show.

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12:38 pm - Mar. 30th, 2014 - turn ons include universal justice
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I'm cleaning off my printer and found a stack of notes for due South fics, which means they're about twelve years old and lack any sort of context:
Ray's staring at Fraser's ass. True they're stuck on a ladder and really all he's got to look at is Fraser's ass, but he probably shouldn't be enjoying it this much.
Stuck on a ladder, sure. Sounds like something that would happen to these two. I could work with that. Unlike this:
Ben sometimes wakes up with Ray's hand clutching his ear.

He's not sure what it means.
Me neither, Benton! It's a goddamn mystery! This, at least, is obviously an observation from an episode:
Every time Fraser tells his story about being in the boy scouts with his friend Innussiq and his sister June, and Ray says, "I got short hair," I expect Fraser to say, "You can be the girl then."
And, possibly, also from an episode, but intriguing all the same: Fraser's wearing a t-shirt.

Next an intriguing—though also confusing and incomplete—metaphor about teeth:
Like how you'd wiggle a loose tooth with your tongue, back and forth, back and forth, until your Mountie partner forces you to go to the dentist because you're almost forty and your teeth shouldn't be wobblin' around in your head like that even if Jimmy "the cricket" Wainwright had just popped you in the mouth.

It's a little like that.
And, finally, Ray considers his sexuality:
Ray wasn't gay, but he was thinking about it. Normally Ray wanted to try something he just did. But normally uptight Mounties were not involved.
And now I can recycle these papers.

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11:45 am - Mar. 15th, 2014 - because ZQ has to know what pinto means
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I had a dream that my username at work was Pinto. I was at my computer, which was set up on a long table with more computers on either side of me because apparently in this dream I worked in a high school computer lab. So I'm sitting there with nothing but my login screen up, and Zachary Quinto comes along and sits down at his computer to my left. After he sits down, he looks over at my monitor that says Pinto on it in big, damning letters, and I instantly realize the number of mistakes I made that led to this moment and think oh shit.

Sorry, Zachary Quinto. Apparently my brain feels bad for reading fic about you and your coworkers.

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05:59 pm - Feb. 14th, 2014 - our scullys
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What a wonderful Valentine's Day surprise! idella recorded a podfic of Our Scullys as part of Scully Fest.

Scully turns fifty this year, which is pretty shocking to me. I can still picture her: that young FBI agent heading down to the basement for the first time with her long sandy hair and wide eyes. These days Gillian Anderson is tough and blonde and smoking hot. I'd like to think Scully's made assistant director by now, has a team of dedicated agents who want nothing more than to do good work and make her proud.

Here's another thing that's shocking: I wrote Our Scullys fifteen years ago. At the time, I'm not sure I believed Scully would ever make it this far. Back then we were still trying to get her over her cancer, her cloned children, all her terrible losses. I didn't write about Scully's future because I couldn't picture it.

In those days, every choice I made for Scully was a reaction to Chris Carter, but now that his reign of confusion is over, Scully's free, and I can finally imagine her future, with us.

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So I'm looking something up on merriam-webster.com, and below the definition it says: What made you want to look up [~]? Please tell us where you read or heard it (including the quote, if possible).

Oh, IDK, m-w.com, just reading some gay porn featuring the dudes who play Kirk and Spock. Is that what you wanted to hear? No? I didn't think so. Maybe stay out of my business then. I don't ask you what you're reading. Probably like some Al Swearengen/Doctor Who crossover nonsense.

This just in: Al Swearengen would make an amazing companion for the Doctor. Travelling through time and space would only increase the volume, creativity, and eloquence of the foul poetry that pours out of that man. It would be a pleasure to hear. Also, he just would not give a shit.

Or maybe I'm being unfair. Maybe m-w.com is totally down with the Pinto. Those guys frequently sound like they're stuck in a dictionary after all.

I can't actually remember why I first started reading Star Trek RPS. Maybe just because it was there. Because here's the part that doesn't make any sense: I started reading it without ever having seen a single gif of Chris Pine rubbing Zachary Quinto's neck, back, or shoulder (shoulder) (shoulder). Or of Quinto gazing at him adoringly.

It seems my tinhat just isn't blocking these signals very well. It may in fact be amplifying them.

Things I've Learned From Reading Star Trek RPS, A Short List:
  • Zach has a dog named Noah, a cat named Harold, and a brother named Joe.
  • Zach and Chris met at their personal trainer's house.
  • Chris studied English literature at Berkeley.
  • J.J. drinks a lot of Diet Coke and almost frowned once.
And here, here is the best Chris/Zach story I've found: A Passage That Sings, by [archiveofourown.org profile] Rave. It's got angry befuddled Zach, Chris being relaxed and patient and reading worn paperbacks, sexual tension, flirting, Zach and Chris being friends, amazing writing, hot sex, and Leonard Nimoy in a hot tub. I mean, what, this story gives you everything. Read it.

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08:17 pm - Feb. 1st, 2014 - our boys
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My phone reminded me that it's Emily's birthday today. I picked it up and looked at it. It said Call Emily Salzfass. I held it for a while, then put it back down.

It was just a moment—sad, a little strange, like a glimpse down the other leg of the trousers of time.

In the weeks following Emily's death, I worked steadily to get all of her fanfic up on Archive of Our Own and to write a Fanlore page for her. But there was one thing I left undone. Our Boys, the Sorkinfic archive she created and I helped maintain, was still languishing in Wayback Machine purgatory.

A few months back, I finally contacted the OTW's Open Doors committee and broached the idea of importing Our Boys to AO3. I knew it was something Emily wanted to do, but the framework wasn't in place at the time she was thinking of it.

I'm happy to say that Open Doors has offered to host Our Boys, our tiny Sports Night & West Wing archive with its couple hundred stories, a little slice of fandom history. I'll be moderating the collection and contacting authors, trying to make it as complete as possible.

Happy birthday, Emily.

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10:10 am - Jan. 26th, 2014 - STAR TREK ATLANTIS
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I'm in a weird fannish place, fandom. I have been reading a lot, a lot, of Star Trek Reboot fic of the Kirk/Spock persuasion, which makes me feel kind of awesome because it's like I'm connecting with my fannish roots! Finally, you know, travelling to the motherland to see where my people came from. It also made me realize that I have a Quinto Spock action figure on my bookcase. He's throwing the ta'al with one hand and holding a phaser on a Dalek with the other because that's just how he rolls. Obviously I knew he was up there, but I bought him on a whim four years ago before I'd decided that Zachary Quinto was a sexy weirdo worth my time. But I've decided that now. So sexy. Much hats.

Because the other weird thing is that I've also hopped aboard the Chris/Zach RPS train super hard. THEY ARE SO ADORABLE I WANT THEM TO HUG.

But I can't see myself writing in Star Trek because it's got nearly as much canon in it as Star Wars, once you count all the novelizations and movies and spin-offs, and I'm just not feeling it right now. I also won't be writing any Pinto, no matter how much I like it when other authors make them kiss. KISS KISS KISS.

So the third weird thing is, in the midst of all this new fannish love, I still love John and Rodney, and I'm still writing in Stargate Atlantis, which is, honestly, a huge relief because I still have all these stories I need to write for them and I don't want to abandon them, but it's weird because my fannish input and output aren't in the same fandoms now, and that right there is always a recipe for trouble.

The last time this happened my Clark Kent started to rub his eyebrow a lot and say oh dear as he slowly morphed into Benton Fraser. To be fair, he didn't have that far to go.

The good news is that I'm plugging away on my Stargate AU where John leaves the Air Force, never goes to Atlantis, and he and Rodney date in Colorado. It's currently at 14,000 words. The bad news is that I'm afraid John is starting to sound like Chris Pine, which I need to put a stop to, like, immediately.

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08:04 pm - Jan. 5th, 2014 - snowflake challenge day 3
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Day 3: In your own space, post a rec for at least three fanworks that you did not create.

Today, three pieces of fanart, from three different fandoms.

Last Friday Night, by [personal profile] dun | Futurama | Bender/Fry | PG-13 for cartoon butt | Line drawing colored in photoshop | This is super adorable. Bender and Fry work their way through a wild Friday night pursued by pink flamingos. The style has a lot of movement and charm, and the twisty layout really fits the piece.

Bantos Practice, by calcitrix | Stargate Atlantis | Sheppard/Lorne/McKay | Teen | Digital Painting | The artist really nails the likenesses for these three in this piece, a little moment in time from a sparring session. Sheppard is burning hot in his sleeveless shirt, Lorne looks reserved, but thoughtful, and Rodney's watching it all from the windowseat with a dreamy expression. It's easy to imagine what happens next.

ichabod v. corporatism, by [personal profile] ordinaryink | Sleepy Hollow | Gen | PG | Digital Painting | I know exactly enough about Sleepy Hollow to get why this is so funny. That and the artist's summary is explanation enough: ichabod faces down that thing that replaced everything he loved. Hilarious, colorful, with excellent execution and composition. A lot of fun.

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03:34 pm - Jan. 4th, 2014 - snowflake challenge day 2
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Day 2: In your own space, promote three communities, challenges, blogs, pages, Twitters, Tumblrs or platforms and explain why you love them.

sgagenrefinders is the place to go if you're like, I feel like reading SGA/Sentinel fusions, or I need stories where John or Rodney is a single parent, or even I just want lots of fic about John and horses. I've had all those thoughts at one time or another, which is why I have those searches bookmarked. That last request was straight-up me, though; I can never get enough stories about John and horses. You can cruise through the (intimidating and somewhat convoluted) tags, search the journal from the profile page, post your own request, or offer suggestions that fill someone else's request.

Stargate: Atlantis - The Post-Trinity phenomenon, maintained by the tireless iibnf, is a list of, yes, Post-Trinity fics, many of them rated on a scale of Lemon Chicken: Just how shunned and maligned is Rodney for making one tiny mistake that wiped out the majority of a solar system—is it full-on Lemon Chicken, or just some mild pouting? Also includes non-Trinity stories in a similar vein. Great resource if you're looking for fic where everyone hates Rodney and he locks himself in his room and nearly dies before everyone realizes what a terrible mistake they made and they rescue him from his near-death state and grovel and beg for forgiveness. I know I've had days where that's the only thing I want to read.

And ooh, I haven't had a chance to use this yet, but [personal profile] esteefee recently rescued Amaranth's and Thraesja's Exalted Planet Designation Generator from internet oblivion. Do you need a five- to seven-character planet designator for Stargate-related purposes? Look no further! This page will whip one up for you following the rules (such as they are) of the Stargate universe. Or, you can follow the creators' notes ("The fifth character is a number 96% of the time, using all values (including zero)") and handcraft your own.

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02:04 pm - Jan. 3rd, 2014 - Nintendo DS: New Super Mario Bros.
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Oh no. Bowser Jr has kidnapped Princess Peach and hidden her in a castle somewhere. What will we do.

The cycle of abuse continues.Collapse )

It's like a 2D Mario platformer of yore—sometimes side-scrolling, sometimes up-scrolling, sometimes ghost house—with updated music and graphics, and one tiny side quest. A quick diversion, with some replay value.

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04:58 pm - Jan. 2nd, 2014 - snowflake challenge day 1
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Day 1: In your own space, post a rec for at least three fanworks that you have created.

The X-Files was my first fandom, and still the one I've written the most stories in—fifty-seven. Stargate Atlantis comes in second at fifty-two, and will eventually overtake it.

I wrote a lot in TXF, but most of it was in my first two years in the fandom, 1997 and 1998. My favorites start popping up around 1998 and later. I guess I needed that first year to figure out what I was doing, but the folks in atxc were incredibly encouraging right from the start, and I'm so grateful for their support and enthusiasm.

Here are three of my favorites.

Flea Market Economy | Mulder/Scully | Mature | 11,000 words | The last TXF fic I posted, back in 2006. The first couple pages had been sitting around on my hard drive for probably half a decade, and one day I just opened it up and decided to finish it. As I remember, it was really easy to write, and I had a lot of fun working on it. I got to experiment with plot, which has never been one of my strong points, and Mulder and Scully meet all sorts of people and wander all over DC. It's a bodyswap, and I'm not sure I ever fully committed to subverting or upholding expectations for the cliche, but I think Mulder and Scully react appropriately to being swapped. Scully thinks she's probably just Mulder having a mental breakdown and none of it's actually happening, and Mulder's excited to have breasts. It has the kind of consent issues that come with having someone else's consciousness occupying your body, and I doubt I do an adequate job of addressing that in the fic, which is unfortunate, but I'd do a better job if I wrote it today.

Ingénue | Gen | Mature | 23,000 words | I wrote a lot of humor and romance in TXF. This isn't that. In 1999, I decided to try some heavy angst, and thanks to TXF canon, I didn't have to look very hard to find an appropriate source. I wanted this story to be as cold and unrelentingly grim as possible, so I set it during season three's infamous "rift" between Mulder and Scully, threw in some unmarked train cars, a vulnerable teenage girl, and a creepy dude named Millicent. I really struggled with writing this, but I pushed through because I loved the title I picked and wanted to post before someone else used it. This, of course, was back in the days where part of choosing a title was searching Gossamer to see if it'd already been used.

All of his Funerals (Back in Black 2006 Remix) | Gen | G | 600 words | This is where I remixed myself. I wrote the original All of His Funerals in 1997. I wrote the remix in 2006, almost ten years later, and what would be the last year I posted any XF fic. I love the remix so much. I took everything good from the first fic and used it. The prose was more mature, and the mood was a little darker with the extra edge nine years of perspective will give you. Scully's way more pissed in the remix, and with good reason.

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01:29 pm - Jan. 1st, 2014 - Fannish Year in Review 2013
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Previous years: 2003, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012.

I wrote five things in one fandom in 2013.

Imagine Whirled Peas | Stargate Atlantis | John/Rodney | G | 100 words | The first of two (but really four) anonymity drabbles I wrote for a larger [community profile] kink_bingo piece. This one was far too silly to make the cut, but great on its own.

Blind Date | Stargate Atlantis | John/Rodney | G | 100 words | My second attempt at an anonymity drabble. Less silly than the first, but still not quite what I was looking for, though Rodney's frustration with himself is adorable.

Unstitch | Stargate Atlantis | John/Rodney | G | 600 words | Rodney McKay In Panties. The world needs more of it. John's just doing his part.

Just Say When | Stargate Atlantis | John/Rodney | G | 500 words | And here's why I was trying to write an anonymity drabble in the first place. Five drabbles, each with a different kink, but all part of the same story. I love writing these. It's super frustrating to say everything I need to in 100 word increments, but so satisfying when it all comes together.

Brass | Stargate Atlantis | John/Rodney | Mature | 4700 words | Because I have to make everything harder than it is, this little 500 word snippet about John straightening the hood on Rodney's hoodie turned into a huge thing about the repeal of Don't Ask, Don't Tell and what it's like to be gay in the military and live with Rodney McKay. And now I can't believe I ever thought this was only meant to be a 500 word snippet about a sweatshirt.

My goal for 2013 was to post three stories, and I did that! And the snippet that turned into Brass had been sitting around on my hard drive for I don't even know how long—way before the actual repeal of DADT. This year I'd like to finish and post at least two more of those nearly-finished stories I have sitting around.

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09:13 am - Dec. 31st, 2013 - Books: Price.
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Time to wrap this up before the new year rolls over.

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That makes 58 books for 2013. Which is lower than my usual number, but one of those damn things was 1200 pages, so that's like three books right there.

Favorite Books of 2013

Humor: Allie Brosh's Hyperbole and a Half: Unfortunate Situations, Flawed Coping Mechanisms, Mayhem, and Other Things That Happened is as enjoyable as her blog—because half of it is from the blog—but with some new stuff too. Just don't read it all at once; it might make you feel...like a judgmental, emotional voyeur.

Science Fiction: Apparently Ann Leckie's Ancillary Justice is everybody's favorite book of 2013? But I guess I'm going to have to be a herd beast and fall into line because it was definitely the best SF I read this year. Read it if you're interested in gender and language, constructed intelligence, and spaceships.

Non-Fiction: And now for everybody's favorite non-fiction book of 2012! Cheryl Strayed's Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail. I was skeptical at first because Strayed seemed to be doing something she was utterly unprepared for, but I think that was the point. It has a surprising amount of structure for a memoir, and reads like a novel.

Fiction: Gillian Flynn has become one of my favorite authors. I read all three of her books this year, but Sharp Objects, with its stifling, gothic, V.C. Andrews feel, was the one I liked the best. Flynn is an incredible writer. Her prose is lucid and teasing, and she has total control over the stories she tells.

Young Adult: I read a lot of really great YA fiction this year. Maggie Stiefvater's The Raven Boys and The Dream Thieves, Rainbow Rowell's Fangirl and Eleanor & Park, Rosemary Clement-Moore's Texas Gothic, and holy shit! how could I forget Megan Whalen Turner's Queen's Thief series, and E. Lockhart's The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks! I apparently read so much good YA fiction that I forgot half of it. Anyway, in short: Read Stiefvater's Raven Cycle for magic and friendship, Rowell for adorable characters doing their best in tough circumstances, Clement-Moore for magic and dusty Texas mystery, Turner's Queen's Thief series for interfering gods and excellent story crafting, and The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks for a boarding school heist story brilliantly hijacked by a girl and repurposed for a feminist cause.

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