19 August 2017 @ 09:14 pm
Posted here in the back room on Saturday, August 19th, 2017.

Solution )
 
 
19 August 2017 @ 10:53 pm

So I’m reading about a place I’ve been to eat at a few times and the article has the following:

Until roughly a decade ago, when the Chinese began travelling more freely, bringing with them thrillingly punchy cooking from its various provinces, Chinese food in Britain was dying. It was dominated by over-sweetened iterations of clumsy Cantonese dishes which made you hate yourself for eating them.

And I cannot help but wonder where this person had been going to eat. I mean sure, you do have English-Chinese food, but that’s why when you go to a Chinese restaurant you take a look and see if there are more white people than Chinese people there and then you know what kind of Chinese food to expect. I guess this guy didn’t know about the secret Chinese menu.

Mirrored from half girl, half robot.

 
 
 
 
Social media and the news (plus a number of other stressors) are making me tachycardia city all day, every day. I am going to try and just... stay off all screens this weekend, if possible. Maybe email me, maybe text me, but like... the world is just not working right now.

 
 
17 August 2017 @ 08:06 pm
Fidele (113534 words) by misslucyjane
Chapters: 25/?
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character
Additional Tags: Romance Novel, Paranormal, PTSD, Hauntings, Kid Fic, Drug Use
Summary:

A house full of ghosts is no place to fall in love.

Malcolm Carmichael has been coping with his post-war trauma by taking lovers, teaching art to schoolboys, and trying to ignore the ghosts he sees everywhere. At the death of his mother, he realizes he wants more than just to coast on by, and leaves the exclusive school in search of something more.

Caleb Thibodeaux was so traumatized by the death of his parents in a fire that he hasn't spoken a word since. His uncle Noel hires Malcolm to be his tutor, and Malcolm discovers that Caleb is not the only Thibodeaux son with secrets. The plantation house Fidele is beautiful but haunted, and Noel is much the same.

Soon Malcolm is absorbed in protecting Caleb and Noel from threats both living and dead, and in uncovering the story of Fidele.



Read at AO3, or at JennaLynnBrown.com
 
 
16 August 2017 @ 08:06 pm
Hear ye, hear ye!
 
There will be a housefilk on Sunday, September 3 (the Sunday of Labor Day weekend) in Kew Gardens Hills in Queens, New York, at the home of [personal profile] sdelmonte and [personal profile] batyatoon. The festivities will run from 1 pm to approximately 5 pm. The address is 144-32 71st Road, accessible from the LIE and GCP, and by subway and bus.
 
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16 August 2017 @ 06:33 pm
Sooner or later, everyone gets sick.

"Chirrut doesn't often ask things of the Force, but as the fall edges its way into winter, he has been asking for one thing daily. He prays that this year, the winds don't come." (Warning for mention of past child harm.)

Baze and Chirrut have their first birthday after becoming Dads!

Ibani is finally, FINALLY, cleared for sparring much to the delight of her and her Dads!

How do you keep your Force sensitive daughter from being snatched up by visiting Jedi as a Padawan? You arrange for her to be somewhere else while the Temple has 'visitors'! Ibani embarks on her first ever field trip. Unfortunately, even in another time she's a magnet for trouble and weirdness. (Warning in the second link for a very vague spoiler for Ibani's future canon.)
 
 
16 August 2017 @ 07:25 pm
Thrawn is Captain of the USS Cerberus, the first of the Chiss to join the Federation, directly from the Chiss military. The Chiss were a species with a neutral zone similar to the Romulans, but unlike the Romulans they have consented to become part of the Federation. Thrawn rose through the ranks due to a field promotion, and the overall atmosphere and bridge staff cooperation on the Cerberus is still going through some growing pains.
 
 
16 August 2017 @ 05:42 pm
 
It's hard for me not to unfavorably compare every Isabelle Hollington Gothic to Trelawny, the one with the identical non-identical constantly-swapping twins, but The Marchington Inheritance runs a reasonable second for batshit plot resolutions.

Our Heroine is a children's book illustrator named Avril, which would be fine if she were not ALSO notable for her family reputation as a Strung-Out Sulky Counter-Culture Fight-The-Power Teen Rebel with constant Rage Against the Preppy machine, which meant that I had "Complicated" and "Sk8er Boi" stuck on rotate in my head for the entire duration of this novel. THANKS, ISABELLE HOLLAND.

spoilers are full of hilariously plausibly annoying children )
 
 
16 August 2017 @ 03:23 pm
 
Freaky Dark Side Ahsoka fan arts to consider
RaiKoh (Armored and not) I'l liking the not armored more as the armored looks too much like Ahsoka as a youngling or teen-aged.
Iledra (Not quite Dark Side, but definitely darker.)

Although an Ahsoka who studied with Assaj and helped create a new tribe of Nightsisters has a lot of potential.
 
 
16 August 2017 @ 08:42 am
Hera is First Officer of the USS Cerberus, from the Federation protectorate Ryloth, a planet that was previously occupied by a subjugating invasion force. Her father was part of the coalition that freed them, and her decision to join Starfleet has driven a rift between them.

Kanan is a half-Betazoid whose parents died in a shuttle accident, and he was raised on Betazed by a loose group of several households. His empathy is well under control, though he does get flickers of telepathy in moments of extremely heightened tension. It's annoying and distracting more than it is useful. He is Security Chief on the USS Cerberus.
 
 
15 August 2017 @ 07:17 pm
Blatantly stolen from [profile] musefool, here are the first lines from a few of my current WIPs.

Fidele
The weather was so fine that day that when my afternoon art class (eighteen first-, second-, and third-graders) begged to have class outside, I agreed.

Continuo
The boy was maybe three years old, much too young to be on his own in the crowd of Library Square.

The Funeral Blues of Barnaby Sloan
At precisely eleven fifty-five on a Tuesday morning in January, Barnaby Sloan put the papyrus he was poring over into its storage box, packed his laptop in his backpack, tucked the backpack into a cubbyhole in his desk, and left the documents room.

Cosmic Latte
Grad students could not live by study alone, Dylan said, so Jacob went with him to Zebra on Saturday night.

I don't think we're supposed to post anything for [community profile] unconventionalcourtship before our posting date, so I'm going to leave that story (technically, those stories) off the meme this time.

I've got more Scrivener projects that are still just ideas than I realized. And then there are a few that are going to be rewritten from word one, so they're somewhere between idea and WIP. And there are still a lot of ideas on the Big List of Next that aren't even projects yet.

Waugh. So many words, so little time.
 
 
Current Mood: creative
 
 
15 August 2017 @ 08:16 am
 
 So I came across this fan theory on the New Mandalorians (Tumblr link to a text post). I call it fan theory as the animators/show creators may not have meant for things to be this awful and deep, but still...

tl'dr: The New Mandalorians not only exiled those Mandalorians who chose the warrior traditions, but those who were racial diverse. Evidence is given in that every one of the New Mandalorians shown, even the background characters, were white, light haired, and pale eyed. The language used to describe the exiled Mandalorians was also pretty xenophobic and prejudiced.

Thoughts on possible directions to Sabine's play here....
Read more... )
 
 
15 August 2017 @ 08:09 am
 
 Today's goal, stay away from Facebook and Tumblr. I need a break from how awful the world is.
 
 
15 August 2017 @ 06:57 pm
 
{From here}

Bodhi takes Galen's hand and walks back through the door and back into the base. The cerebration is in full swing, happy shouts echoing from the hall. They run into only one other person on their way to Bodhi's room. The young lieutenant who had escorted Galen earlier.

Nika salutes, eyes drifting from Bodhi's face to their joined hands and back again. "Sir, Dr Erso."

"Lieutenant." Bodhi acknowledges, his voice a tense growl. Ready to deck the young man for a word out of place.

Instead the young man stutters shyly. "Sir?" He starts uncertainly. "I hope- have a good night, sir. You- you've earnt it."

Bodhi relaxes a little, resting his metal hand on the youth's shoulder. "As have you, lieutenant. Now go and enjoy yourself."

The boy nods, freckled cheeks warming with a blush. "Sir, yes sir." There's something about the way he steps aside to let them pass, watching them go. A crush perhaps? Or something more like hero worship?

Bodhi doesn't speak again till they're inside his room, the door firmly closed.
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14 August 2017 @ 10:27 pm
Oh my goodness. I've just made a fool of myself in front of a favorite author from childhood. ... Well, left a comment on an unrelated subject on a post of theirs, and had them respond in a manner that did not immediately suggest 'buzz off, ya weirdo', but... eek! Their name's similarity to an author from way back in little Chanter's formative years is not, in fact, a coincidence, and I just realized that eek eek eeeeek! It's them!

Info back here, which devolves into stream of consciousness squee and literary memories pretty quickly. )

I really, really sharding well hope I didn't just creep out that author...
 
 
Current Mood: embarrassed
 
 
14 August 2017 @ 03:51 pm
 
 So wow...that thing in West Virginia...I don't think I need to say I'm so far beyond against what those waste of DNA are expressing that I can't even express it. But I find myself feeling kind of helpless. I know there's places to donate cash and such, but I'm kind of tight on cash. There is a protest in my area at the end of the month but I kind of feel like it's a case of preaching to the choir since I live in a pretty liberal area (SF Bay).

Of course signs are indicating leadership of these stains came from the Bay Area, which is just really hard to bend my mind around, so maybe that preaching isn't just talking to those who agree. 

I also have one person on my FB feed who has to say she can't support initiating violence, no matter at whom. I can see her point, but I don't think now is the time for that conversation. People have a right to be angry and all that. I doubt this person is meaning to derail that anger, but I can't help feeling like that how it is coming across.

Over all I'm just heart broken and anger, and I just don't know what to do to make the world better. I used to think raising our children to not hate was the way, but now I'm afraid there won't be much of a world if we don't act now.
 
 
14 August 2017 @ 10:27 am
Okay, it’s quarter to 5am, and I’ve wasted an hour playing idiot games, and a lot of good is going on, and I need to be better focused to respond to it appropriately.

My primary and ongoing problem has been social aversion. Right now I have 3 potential new recruits – Michael, David, and Autumn – and the upside from each of them is substantial. Glorying in that upside and figuring out how to cause it to occur is good and useful, and I should get to that. Longer-term, I need to figure out and execute a systemic approach for dealing with the social aversion. I met Michael through JwJ, Autumn through CSB, and David through a lot of mutual groups. Going to groups is obviously good, and going to more and a larger assortment of groups would be better. But just *going* is insufficient.

At both JwJ and CSB, I’ve been there several years and put in substantial effort, and the payoff of meeting these people has no obvious and direct correlation with what I’ve been doing. And if I fish for unobvious indirect correlations, I can correlate anything with anything else. Building new imagination filters is not on this morning’s agenda.

And now it’s 10:16am, and I’ve gotten the morning medical routine done and the airing-out tent in the driveway folded and put away, and not much else. I think this is at least in part due to the emotional consequences of the antibiotics – one of the side effects of Keflex is that it kills off beneficial intestinal flora, and it’s hard to concentrate on other things when one has to pay such attention to “when is the next time I need to sprint to the bathroom?” I call this an “emotional” consequence because that’s what it feels like – it’s not simply the physical discomfort of constant belly-rumbles, but a feeling of apprehension. At least it’s working; the infection on my leg isn’t *gone*, but it is much reduced. And I take my last Keflex tomorrow morning.

I’ve invited Autumn to the Gearcon meeting tonight, and suggested to David that we meet Wednesday morning for coffee. I’ve been a bit too enthusiastic towards Michael, and have sent him a short email apologizing for that and asking him to contact me when he’s ready. And I guess I’m spending the rest of the morning listening to my belly.
 
 
14 August 2017 @ 09:24 am
In the world of Eos, in the kingdom of Lucis, the hunters are a paramilitary civilian force dedicated to assuring the safety of the populace living in or traveling the outlands. They are a hardy band of brothers and sisters loosely spread across the kingdom, identified by their hard-wearing clothing, no-nonsense attitude, and most specifically by the dogtags hanging from a chain about their necks. They travel the kingdom, working to destroy the demons that plague the countryside at night, hunting monsters terrorizing the populace, maintaining the warded havens that offer protection to travelers caught outside the safety of towns and outposts at sunset, rescuing stranded travelers, and generally trying to be some sort of safety net for the common people of the broken kingdom of Lucis. Though for years the Empire has occupied much of the kingdom and their road blockades make road travel difficult, hunters are more than familiar with cross-country travel through the trackless backwoods, and are largely left unimpeded. Since the treachery perpetrated at the peace treaty signing, the hunters have been tasked with also helping locate the Royal Tombs of kings past, as the locations of many of them have been lost to time.

Sunshine is one of the kingdom's more successful hunters. She is generally dusty and marked by hard travel unless she has had the opportunity to stay somewhere with access to a shower recently. She can typically be seen wearing a faded pine-green cap over her braided red hair, a dusty, grey-blue sleeveless shirt, dark grey cargo pants and a pair of sturdy (and probably dusty) boots. Over her shirt she wears light leather armor that offers some protection for her torso. The armor's leather straps both the small travel-pack at the small of her back and the sheaths of the pair of light-imbued daggers she carries at her sides.