CAN YOU FILL THIS OUT WITHOUT FIBBING?
1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? The straw on my water bottle
2. Where was your profile picture taken? It's a piece of art work commissioned for me.
3. Worst pain you've ever experienced? Contractions.
4. Who was the last person to make you laugh? My kiddo
5. How late did you stay up last night? 12:00 ish
6. If you could move somewhere else, where would it be? San Francisco
7. Ever been kissed under fireworks? Yes
8. Which of your Facebook friends lives closest to you? My husband
9. How do you feel about turkey burgers? Depends on who makes them. Generally not bad.
10. When was the last time you cried? Today
11. Who took your profile photo? Commissioned art work - didn't I already answer this?
12. Who was the last person you took a picture with? Slink
13. What's your favorite season? Fall
14. If you could have any career. I love what I do now.
15. Do you think relationships are ever worth it? I think people in general are social and need other people. Other than that it depends on the individual and the relationship.
16. If you could talk to ANYONE right now who would it be? My mom
17. Are you a good influence? I hope not. I'd rather inspire rebellion than passive acceptance.
18. Does pineapple belong on pizza? Sometimes, if you want it to.
19. You have the remote, what channel are you watching? Anime on Crunchyroll
20. Who do you think will fill this out? Me?
Thank you so much for writing for me. :)
I’m open to lots of stuff and am so excited to get fic for one of my pairings. One thing I really want is a happy ending. I don’t like downer endings.
I have a list of my likes and dislikes; then, I go into more specific stuff about the fandoms I requested. There’s lots of stuff there, but, most importantly, I want you to have fun. I’m sure I’ll enjoy anything you make that doesn’t have my squicks. :)
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Likes and Dislikes
Mass Effect - All Media Types
Dragon Age - All Media Types
Uncharted (Video Games)
Dishonored (Video Games)
Fallout (Video Games)
( Likes and Dislikes )
( Mass Effect )
( Dragon Age )
( Uncharted )
( Dishonored )
Me: NINE HOURS OF SLEEP, STEAMY SHOWER WITH PINE AND MINT ESSENCE, NASAL RINSE, SALT-WATER GARGLE, ANTIHISTAMINE NASAL SPRAY, STEROID NASAL SPRAY, CLARITIN, AGGRESSIVE TOOTHBRUSHING
My body: —look, forget i said anything, okay?
I refuse to get sick. REFUSE. R E F U S E. J has had a horrid cough for a week and is on antibiotics and prednisone (when they prescribe prednisone to the guy with insomnia, you know it's bad), X is wrapping up a course of antibiotics for a throat infection, and J had to do that for his own throat infection last month. So far I've been fighting off all the respiratory bugs Kit brings home from daycare, but I don't take my ability to do that for granted. And I can't take most antibiotics without serious mood effects because apparently I depend on my gut flora for emotional management, so I have to be extremely diligent about my preventive care.
I'm going to go have spicy curry for lunch and drink some ginger honey tea. Fuck off, germs.
And they signed love back.
Kit: [earnestly signing love at the camera]
My baby told me they love me. I'll just be here in a little melted puddle forever.
Clariel – Garth Nix
This is my second favorite Old Kingdom book after Sabriel. The worldbuilding and scene setting, especially in the early chapters, are phenomenal. Having said that, once the main character arrives in the capital city the book flits from one location, supporting cast, and setting to another, never really settling down into a single narrative. It's very slightly disappointing, like watching the pilots of multiple intriguing television series for which no future episodes were filmed. The narrative also falls into the “people traveling up and down the Ratterlin” trap that Nix has revisited in pretty much all of his YA novels since The Ragwitch. Overall, I enjoyed this one, but like the rest of the Old Kingdom offerings aside from Sabriel, I don't think I'll ever reread it.
A Conspiracy of Kings – Megan Whalen Turner
A wonderfully written book. I'm especially fond of the first third of the narrative, in which Sophos basically undergoes a Zen practice period. Like everything Turner writes, it's inventive, tightly plotted, and does not take the easy narrative way out. So good.
Thick as Thieves – Megan Whalen Turner
Page 2: Man, the Mede are an empire of snakes. I don't know how I feel about a book with them as main characters.
Page 15: What a brilliantly realistic psychological portrayal of a man in Kamet's position.
Page 16: MEGAN WHALEN TURNER, I SEE YOU AND I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO.
But here's the thing: having correctly identified the big reveal 266 pages before the characters are clued in in no way diminished the ride. And jesus, what a good ride it was. This is my favorite next to The Thief, hands down. Just. The characterisation. The plotting. The worldbuilding. The pleasure of watching these characters figure things out (and the terror of watching them run headlong into danger because they don't know). So good. So good. This is one of those novels that makes it hard to even consider reading something else once you've turned the last page. So good.
What I Am Currently Reading
The Castle of Llyr – Lloyd Alexander
These books were just so much bigger when I read them as a child, but coming back to them now I still maintain that sense of expansiveness and discovery and wonder.
The Waste Land – T.S. Eliot
I love this poem.
The Bedlam Stacks – Natasha Pulley
Page 19: This thing with the statue is wonderfully creepy.
Page 25: Really creepy.
Page 36: Okay, I need to stop reading this at night.
Page 75: Holy. Shit.
Page 85: NATASHA PULLEY, I SEE YOU AND I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO. The statue. Merrick's mother. Raphael's attitude. But I have a feeling that having figured this out will in no way diminish the ride. Consider me hooked.
The King of Attolia – Megan Whalen Turner
I seem to be reading the books in reverse chronological order now, just so I can enjoy them all again knowing even more about how things will unfold in the futue. And just, yeah. Costis.
What I'm Reading Next
Probably the rest of the Prydain Chronicles. The one-two punch of awesome that is Turner and Alexander is giving me a yen to revisit Cooper's The Dark is Rising sequence.
The first trilling of bird song breaks into Bobby’s concentration and he raises bleary eyes from the faded pages of the book before him. His neck aches and vertebrae creak with the motion. How long since he last looked up? A weindigo ago, at least, he thinks, glancing over to the far corner of the desk and a discarded volume of Native American folklore.
A wendi-ago, he thinks then and has to quash a rising snort of laughter. Too much time spent around the kid.
Said kid snoozes peacefully, if noisily, on the beat up couch nearby. Dean Winchester - his, but not his. His all the same. Possession is nine tenths of the law, after all. All manner of discarded flotsam washed up on the junkyard’s shores over the years. Bobby takes it in, sorts it, and puts it all in its proper places; a caretaker to the lost. Although, none of his acquired treasures was quite so precious… aggravating, exhausting, exasperating… as the lanky figure snoring a morning aria to the tune of perky birds warbling just outside the window.
He shakes his head sharply and then stifles a yawn. Christ. He was a maudlin drunk and now, it seems, a sentimental old geezer when tired.
Coffee. He needs coffee or sleep and sleep is at least one potential poltergeist away, yet. He marks his place in the tome, pushes to his feet, and heads for the kitchen. Partway there, he stops to slide another book from Dean’s lax fingers and pull a tatty blanket up from the other end of the couch to cover him. Three hard, sharp sounds stop him in his tracks, reflexes and mental processing dulled after the all-nighter. He blinks down at the bullets, two rolling toward his boot and one disappearing under the couch. Two more brass jacketed shells wink at him from the couch cushions.
“Whzzat?” Dean mutters, shifting in his sleep, coming right to the edge of wakefulness.
It’s on the tip of his tongue to answer back that the kid needs to learn to put his damn toys away, but he resists the urge and after a moment of struggle, Dean succumbs to sleep once more. It’s a marvel, that. Part miracle, really, that the kid can just… sleep like that. Not just sleep, but trust that he’s safe enough to. Spells and wards and magic abounds, surrounding the house in a low level hum of spiritual energy that often keeps Bobby’s nerves on the jangling edge. Not Dean. He’s slept like a baby every night since he washed up on Bobby’s doorstep, bedraggled from the cold, South Dakota rain and whatever else he’d run into during those missing years. Alive. Alive and thin and ragged and alive. It had been all Bobby could do to choke out, “Get in here,” past the granite lump in his throat. Damn kid.
Damn kid who is now sporting another ten pounds or so and who could stand to put on a few more still. Damn kid who clanks and sings and get grease up to his elbows in the garage every other day. Damn kid who’s catching up on his Greek and Latin to help out with lore requests. Damn kid with his too young face and too old eyes and laser sharp knack for getting a laugh out of him when he least wants to laugh.
Bobby shakes his head, steps carefully around the bullets and finishes the trek to the kitchen. The smell of coffee will bring Dean out of dream land soon enough. He can pick up his toys then.
Hello, I'm kadma and it takes but one gander at my profile to see I love femslash! Below, you'll find a list of my general likes and do not wants, followed by a short paragraph per fandom of prompts / suggestions, all of which are optional.General Likes:
- PWP / smut
- feelings / introspection
- missing scenes / codas
- in-character dialog
- illegal drugs (inc. marijuana)
- animal abuse / death
- alpha / beta / omega and bestiality
- bodily fluids (kink and non-kink)
- pregnancy & kid-fic
- first person POV
- out of character characters
- crossovers / aus
Faking It (2014)
- Lauren Cooper / Zita Cruz
- Karma Ashcroft / Zita Cruz
- Amy Raudenfeld / Reagan
WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment)
- Sasha Banks / Bayley
- Alicia Fox / Eva Marie
- Bayley / Carmella
- Ember Moon / Asuka
- Nikki Cross / Asuka
- Ruby Riot / Nikki Cross
Pretty Little Liars
- Spencer Hastings / Aria Montgomery
- Hanna Marin / Mona Vanderwaal
H2O: Just Add Water
- Cleo Sertori / Rikki Chadwick
- Bella Hartley / Cleo Sertori
- Emma Gilbert / Cleo Sertori
- Rikki Chadwick / Bella Hartley
- Rikki Chadwick / Emma Gilbert
Fresh Off The Boat
- Honey / Jessica Huang
Hopefully, these prompts gave you an idea of what sort of stuff I like. Happy femslashing! <3
( What with the LOVELESS quotes and the misuse of the word honour, it's little wonder Sephiroth decided to hang with his alien mother and destroy humanity. )
In terms of backlog statistics:
- 103 games in my backlog
- 15 games left before I hit 50% backlog
- It will apparently take me 175 days and 13 hours to complete my backlog according to How Long to Beat.
1.3k was on Kylux RBB and 224 put on a Stony Trumps Hate fill. Would've pressed to force work on my fandom5k continuation, but had to take benadryl to keep my eyeballs in their sockets and that basically killed me for the day. Still managed to get the work done before it knocked me on my ass, though, so hurrah for being up really fucking early because of drama going on outside, I guess?
The fandom5k words is supposed to be my carrot-and-stick. If I get at least a small chunk done on each of my commitment areas-- which right now is the Kylux RBB and the first of my STH fills-- then I will allow myself to put as much work as I can on a project that has no expectations or anxiety attached to it. *pets that story* Yes, yessssss. So good to me, yesss.
From a narrative standpoint, Telltale's The Walking Dead is a lazyass story full of contrived devices that entirely rely on ~~zombies to bring on the drama. I'm not going to give a shit about your characters if the only personal point you give before they die is that they're scared, and then after they're gone you reveal that oh, one of the survivors ~liked~ them. Big whoop, that's been done to death before in everything from soap operas to war dramas you fuckheads.
I'll finish the game because I give a shit about my perfect game score on Steam, but that's the only reason. It's gonna be like pulling teeth, and though my hatred of the comic has died down over the years, it's certainly being rekindled now.
Zuul was making noises last night that he needed to go to the bathroom, so I walked him on a leash out into the pitch so he'd have a chance to not fuck up my kitchen floor. Of course what he really wanted to do was chase desert frogs that are popping up due to all the rain.
Took him back inside after twenty minutes of dicking around, and Tidbit lost her shit. I think she thought I'd taken him away forever or something, because for the rest of the night she placed herself bodily between myself and him at all angles, and if I tried to touch him she'd get up and knock my hand away. HE'S HER DOGGO, NO TOUCHY.
This shit isn't funny, except how it totally is :3