And then set up for the fallen Killjoys, all of them lying down, playing dead. He'd called action, and then...
And then what? He groaned, pushing himself up, looking around for the crew, the trailer, the reassuring paraphernalia of filming.
Barren landscape and sand blowing in a chilling breeze were all that met his eyes. "Shit..."
"Where'd everybody go?" Frank asked, still sounding way too calm for Gerard's piece of mind.
Gerard shook his head, turning in a slow circle. No evidence of the activity of filming. No trailers, no cameras, no craft services, nothing. Just a set of tracks leading up to where his band members lay, and another across from them, leading off into the desert.
- Thuri's Where the Fallout Lies
- make granola
- take a shower
- read Star Trek fic
- made appointment for eyeballs!
- ate breakfast!
- figure out how to finish this fic
- work with me here Rodney
- you've had three years
- stop mooning around on the sidewalk
- and end this
- or I swear to god I'll set fire to everything you love
- I'll do it
- fire is much easier to write than a happy ending
- ask anyone
Who knew I'd end up anticipating the third Thor movie over the next Avengers one? But Infinity Wars looks like it will be over-stuffed and unsatisfying on a character level, whereas this looks like quirky fun.
( Orphan Black, 5.07, Gag or Throttle )
Then we made Blackberry Scones, which had the best-tasting scone mix imaginable, and which took forever to make. I think I'd like them better with blueberries or raspberries, but they're very tasty (no doubt from all the butter). Again, very fussy recipe, but the end product felt worth it.
At the end of the afternoon, niece C made brownies out of a box, and lo, we were glad for it :D
Woke up this morning stiff in every place imaginable, so I'll need to do a bit of gentle yoga to loosen back up after I finish this cup of tea. I feel like Andy in Parks and Recreation - working out is great and all but at what cost? :D
And then she proceeded to make the entire class about stretching out hamstrings, calves, and plantar fascia. Oh my god.
It was great for me. My PT exercises don't last a whole hour, and aren't as dedicated to holistic work, so I felt great when I was done. But mid-class I was silently cursing :D At one point she had us get into downward dog, then lower our knees almost to the floor, hold it, and then come slowly back up. She then had us shorten the distance between our hands and feet and do it again. And again. And I wanted to vocalize my feelings as "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I did not, however, and it was all for the good.
Yesterday at 3pm it was 94F, felt like 110F. Holy moley. Today is better so far, tomorrow will be a little better again, and Monday we've been promised a balmy 80F. The main result of all of this is that all my everyday bras are in the wash right now, as they were treated very badly by the heat, leaving me with only demi-cup lacy bras to wear today. My girls have not been this perky or fancy on a weekend in a very long time. I keep expecting to be going somewhere, but nope, I'm just the perkiest and fanciest in my house.
In a complete subject change. I've seen Dunkirk, the new Spiderman and Planet of the Apes films lately. I enjoyed them all in very different ways. I saw Dunkirk in the imax yesterday, and my ears were ringing coming out. It's a film with a heck of an emotional impact, and have to admit to being impressed with Harry and his acting.
Last Sunday I went to the christening of my youngest niece and nephew. James was at work so it was just me and Corey taking on the roles of Godparents. It was a nice enough day, a bit chaotic at the party afterwards, but that was always going to be the case with so many kids going.
Corey's had a bit of a nightmare with his house. The owners have had it up for sale for nearly a year now, but the letting agents have said all along that it was being sold with the understanding it came with tenants living there, and they'd be able to stay until the end of their third year. Sadly it didn't end up like that, and a fortnight ago they were told they had to be out by the end of next month.
Thankfully they've managed to find another house. It's a bit cheaper, but another ten minutes walk away from Corey's main uni building, so he's got a half hour walk unless he buys a cheap metro ticket. And of course there's another set of admin fees and deposits to pay. He should get his damage deposit back from the house they're in now, but I suspect the agents are going to pull a fast one and say damage has happened.
Yesterday I was at a travel agents asking about holidays as we're planning on going abroad next year. The lady we talked to was so good, I told her I'd never been abroad, James had only been to France and neither of us had flown, so we had no idea where to go. So she showed us a few options, gave a few ideas, and now we need to narrow things down a little before going back. I still can't believe we're doing it, like I told her yesterday, it feels like the world is opening up to me, and that's so cool.
I've just posted the story I started for picfor1000 and then abandoned for another idea. As it's a picfor1000 it's Gerard and Mikey centric, a bit of fluff, and has lots of talk about Muppets. It's Time to Play the Music.
ETA: I knew I'd forgotten something. We've bought tickets for Chase Park a music festival that's set up so people with disabilities can attend easily. There's no one well known playing, but it's local, the tickets are cheap, and I think it's going to be a great day.
Having the feelings in the first place is a wondrous and hard-fought thing, and I'm keeping my eye on that as I process.
There's been a lot of left and leaving recently. Three people left their jobs at my place of work and left a vacuum that has still not been filled. Their leaving increased the amount of work on my plate to such a degree that when it's time for the creative part of my job I'm already depleted from the administrivia I'm doing, and my creativity feels forced and lacking. The hard conversations I had with colleagues last week happened while two of my closest local friends were away on vacation, so I felt their absence keenly, too. Then my brother. This all twists up with the bigger narratives of my life about leaving - especially about leaving England - in ways I haven't quite fully pinned down. But at least I see the patterns, or the patterns that my brain finds important, at least.
Leaving things has been my path to freedom. I wonder if, because that leaving was so big and important, I used up my share of goodwill where leaving is concerned, and now I just fear it. Lots to think about.
I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine (24327 words) by terminally_underwhelmed
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Minor or Background Relationship(s), Pre-Harry/Draco - Relationship
Characaters: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Arthur Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, more like ace-storia amirite, various OCs, Minor Characters
Additional Tags: Epilogue What Epilogue, War Aftermath, Emotional Growth, Bureaucracy, Pre-Slash, Friendship, headcanon dump
Series: Part 1 of Solitaire/Mercenary
They're together when the Dark Lord falls.
Draco is barely aware of his own senses, half-blind and exhausted from months upon months of corrosive fear, and whatever shred of reality is still allotted to him is in his father’s urgent grip on his shoulder and his mother’s hands around his and the way he leans on both of them.
MCU | ~12,700 words | Steve/Peggy, AU | Thanks to sheafrotherdon and trinityofone for all their help with this. Written for thedeadparrot for the fandomtrumpshate auction, with thanks for her generosity and her patience.
(Read also on AO3)
( Steve, Peggy, and a visit to an English country house after the war. What could possibly go wrong? )
That's exactly how slow going it was.
To my disappointment, not everything William Carlos Williams wrote is as accessible as "The Red Wheelbarrow" and "This is Just to Say," two of his most famous poems. Instead, there's a mix of transparent and opaque.
And then there's Paterson, which he's also known for, a five-volume epic poem that here is presented in extracts, taking up about forty pages instead of its usual three hundred, and seems to be about a grasshopper, a park, geography, some text from a medical journal, a personal letter, and a history lesson. I don't know if it would have made more sense if I had read it in its entirety, but I'm not interested in finding out.
Williams liked to experiment with white space and sentence fragments—he's a contemporary of e e cummings and T. S. Eliot—but his white space lacks the energy and enthusiasm of cummings, or, later, of Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Mostly it just looks jumbled, or unnecessarily spread out, staggered like the teeth of a zipper. The chopped up, incomplete sentences were coarse and seemed to impede meaning rather than free it. I didn't feel like I was discovering or feeling something; I felt like I was tripping over it.
For such a long volume, my notes with my favorite poems and lines don't even take up a whole index card, and I was definitely experiencing William Carlos Williams fatigue by the end. The book collects selected poems from 1914 to 1962, and I found Charles Tomlinson's introduction to be wordy and almost breathless in tone but informative about Williams and his poetry style, though more useful after I'd read the book than before.
My favorite discovery has to be the complete Pictures from Brueghel series. I'd read parts of it before, but didn't realize there was more to it. It's ten poems based on works by Brueghel the Elder, who I encounter quite often in poetry. There's something about his paintings that draws poets to him. It's probably the level of detail, all the little stories going on in these huge lush landscapes full of color and people and animals. The poems I've read have all evoked such clear images, even if I'm unfamiliar with the paintings themselves, and Williams's work is no exception. Though, as always, in order to enjoy Williams's "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus" to its fullest, you benefit by knowing the joke behind Brueghel's "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus" and the tiny splash Icarus makes down in the corner of the painting where no one is even looking. Just his leg sticking out of the water. Williams captures the humor and sadness of that image, still giving it only slightly more attention than Brueghel did.
It seems I like Williams best when he's being simple and transparent. His complicated, fractured works don't appeal to me as much, and it feels like this collection is more geared toward the latter. But could be it only felt like it.
Contains: rape, classism, and racist language and attitudes.
I got new glasses yesterday, and while my eyes are still adjusting some, they're pretty revolutionary for me. For the last two years my reading vision out of my right eye has been blurry - not because of my eye, but because of the lenses in my glasses. We replaced them three times last time and eventually they told me that was the best that they could do. It's made reading difficult and frustrating when it used to be a real joy. Now, with the new glasses, I can see to read again, and OH it is amazing. I keep looking at pages of books and the computer and noting that I can see and just reveling in it. Yay new glasses! (And yay for a FSA that made it possible.)
I have a bunch of deadlines at work coming up and I feel singularly uninterested in everything I have to do to meet them. I will meet them, but eh. Sometimes it's just not that satisfying. But that said we're about to enter a heat warning that will last until Saturday night - real temps of 95 and above, heat indexes into the 110s, so work will be delicious because it is air-conditioned, as opposed to my house which has floor units that at best keep things at about 80F. So I am prepared to find work much more interesting as of today so that I can soak up the cool.
I hope, wherever you are, you are not about to enter a heat warning, and that you can soak up some delicious cool wherever you are (or, if you're in the global south, you're not utterly miserable with cold!) ♥
Star Trek TNG: "The Price" is such a god-awful episode that when it leaves those two Ferengi in their shuttlecraft stranded in the Delta Quadrant and doesn't bother to tell us what became of them, that's not even the worst of its crimes. (The worst of its crimes is probably what Crusher and Troi wear to do aerobics.) Anyhow, yes, the Ferengi were acting like jerks, but they didn't deserve to die the kind of death that you'd die stranded in a shuttlecraft 30,000 light-years from home. I think either they should reappear as part of the Borg collective, or the Voyager crew should find them.
Due South: More Ray&Ray. Doesn't everyone want more Ray&Ray? Make RayK go to meet a new informant and discover that it's the Bookman.
The Princess Bride 2: the story of how Buttercup wound up being the Dread Pirate Roberts.
- Traditionally, about a third of it was worthless due to sentimentality.
- More recently, another third of it is worthless because capitalism endlessly churns it out in identical shiny plastic pieces.
- When it's bad, there's nothing worse.
- When it's good, it captures the human spirit so well that it brings tears to your eyes.
"Because your ideas are always so awesome, yeah?" Frank shoots back. "Who thought it was a good idea to kill all firstborns in Egypt, huh?"
"Oh for - Frank, that was forever ago!"
"Don't make me bring up the dinosaurs."
Gerard looks guilty for a moment. "They never proved that was me."
Frank jumps up and points. "HA! I knew it was you, you fucker. Those things were cool."
"I didn't mean to. Besides, it worked out. The humans and stuff."
- b_dsaint & pikasafire's Revelation 6: 1-8