1) Give me ten one-word prompts for a fandom/character/pairing of your choice.
2) I'll write one/two sentances for each of those prompts.
Your pick of fandoms. Anything I've ever so much as brushed up against is fair game. Heh.
Right. Um. I have fic that needs writing, and stories that need continuing, and friends that need talking to. Um. I know this, believe me, I do. But ... Okay. Um. I ... sort of can't, right now. Nobody's fault, I just ... sort of got triggered back to my mental stone age. I wasn't in too healthy a place to begin with, and I made the mistake of wandering somewhere triggery (very, very triggery - it hit things I didn't even know I was triggery about, owing to my mind being very, very efficient about blocking bad stuff out), and ... well, I've currently got people reminding me when to eat, and sleep, and take med, and get bloody up in the morning, and ... Um. I not good for shit, at the minute, in short.
I might get some stuff done, if/when I have good bursts and stuff. I'm not a total loss. Just ... be patient with me for a while, yes? *sheepish* Apologies.
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musing_way again, and kinda missing it. I sorta want to start up again. Kinda badly. But I also just realised that when my old laptop set itself on fire a couple of weeks ago, it took with it not only the passwords to all my current rp-journals, but also the invite-codes I'd saved to a document rather that clutter up my email inbox. *sighs heavily* I have the last batch still, so it's not like I don't have any codes, it just ... seems a huge waste, that. But the RP journals ... I've been staring at a list for a while now, trying to remember what my passwords were. I remember some of them. Others ... I have a head like a sieve at the best of times. *shakes said head* So, I'm sort of considering just dropping all of them into hiatus, at least until I can reliably remember who did what, and starting up with someone new. Maybe Aziraphale, since I've gotten back into Good Omens over on LJ? *muses* But I do want to get back into it. Some of the more recent prompts look kinda awesome ...
Um. Summing up those two months? Arranged to repeat the year in college. Got put on the disability list in college, filed under 'depression' and 'Asperger's Syndrome'. Didn't have to do exams this year, but slept through most of those three weeks anyway because I kept having panic attacks listening to everyone else have panic attacks about them. I still feel like I've left my head somewhere, or something. Anyway. Came home from college for the summer, right into a warzone. Joy.
And this weekend, just got back from visiting my sister in England and helping her move college accommodation. Which involved twelve hour journeys both ways (4 bus, 4 ferry, 4 bus), and I just got back this morning. *rubs neck* I hate night travel. I could swear my neck is now the wrong shape. And I know I kicked that poor gentleman in the head trying to share the lounge couch with him on the ferry. Bloody cheap-ass fares and only four-hour journeys mean no cabins and entire bus-loads of people trying to sleep on the sofas in the closed ship-board restaurant at stupid o' clock in the morning, and that bloody bitch across the aisle hogged an entire four-seater circular booth to herself while my dad had to try sleeping sitting up, and at five foot nothing I was still too long to lie out without kicking the poor gent in the head.
I think he bit my foot around the half-way mark. Not that I blame him.
Um. In short? My apologies for not talking to everyone. And. Um. I hope no-one minds that it might be another couple days before I've recovered the brain capacity after that weekend. *sheepish*
Not to mention the minor hallucination that first night in which I had to listen to my nostrils talking about invading Poland. I mean, the hell?
To top it all off, my ever-present cough (which I've had for roughly half my life, apparently) has been exaccerbated to the point where my mother all but frog-marched me to the doctor about it. Once the cold clears up, I have to get an x-ray done, to see if there's something weird living in my chest. She (the doctor) listened to my breathing, and apparently I shouldn't have a cough at all, because nothing sounds wheezy or obstructed. *shrugs*
To summarise, therefore : Week from Hell.
And leaving off the TMI broadcast, I haven't been here for a while. My apologies, everyone, and hello again!
I have glasses now. After years of being the only person in my family who didn't. It's weird. I keep putting my hand up to my face, wondering why it's got scaffolding on now. And I keep lifting them up, to see the world the way I used to see it, and then the world the way I'm supposed to see it now, and marvelling at the difference. Turns out? For the past five years, I've been below the legal limit for a drivers license. Well. I might scrape by on my left eye, but my right's been buggered for years. And it never bothered me. Obviously I'm either a little oblivious, or I just got so used to not seeing the little details that it stopped occuring to me that they were there.
I'm sitting here right now, lifting my glasses up to watch the world go slightly blurry round the edges, and lowering them again to see everything become sharp and clear and slightly bendy. *grins like an idiot* It's weird. But kinda cool.
Was doing one of those 'pick 10 characters' memes, and got landed with the pairing Kirk/Servalan. As in James Tiberius Kirk, galactic womaniser and captain-blessed-by-space-gods, and Servalan, Supreme Commander, president of the galaxy and the most magnificent bitch in existence.
Um. Is it really wrong of me to instinctively go "Hell yeah, Kirk just met his match!"
I just ... can't help but look at it and think of the power plays, and the challenges, and the fact that of all the evil female overlords Kirk could come across, Servalan is possibly the only one who would not fall for him. That bitch is coming out on top come hell or high water, and Jim ... he wouldn't fall for her either, so it would be an all-out war of two completely opposing ideologies between two people whose default tactics, after blowing enemies the hell up, is to seduce the hell out of them.
They'd kill each other. Without a doubt. But seriously. What a way to go.
Title: One Minute, At The Last
Rating: PG?
Fandom: Good Omens
Characters/Pairings: Crowley/Aziraphale, God
Summary: After a while, the battle fell silent around them. Neither of them cared overmuch.
Wordcount: 2086
Disclaimer: So very not mine
A/N: This is GO fic. I'm pretty sure it minorly (or even majorly) counts as blasphemy. On the other hand, I'd stand up behind it.
A/N(2): Not very Pterry/GNeil in voice, I'm afraid.
( One Minute, At The Last )
Shipping vs Pairing. Or my version thereof, anyway. Possibly weird in that I actually see a difference between the two? To explain the ways in which I am not picky, and the ways in which I am very picky indeed, and why. Contains lots of examples, because I like talking about them. *grins*
*blinks a bit* I just tried to put the kettle in the fridge instead of the milk. Wow. I am distracted tonight.
musing_way 's 42nd prompt. Naturally.Title: The Gift
Rating: PG
Fandom: Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Continuity: Early in book 1, just after Ford & Arthur get picked up by the Heart of Gold
Characters/Pairings: Ford, Arthur, hints of unrequited (as far as he knows) Ford/Arthur
Summary: Ford wasn't even sure why he'd picked the thing up in the first place. But if it stopped Arthur sulking, he was more than willing to pass it on
Wordcount: 619
Disclaimer: Not mine
( The Gift )
Comment with a pairing and I'll tell you:
1. When I started shipping them
2. What I think their challenge is
3. What makes me happy about them
4. What makes me sad about them
5. What moment I wish had never happened
6. Who I'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other
7. My happily ever after for them
Given my stance on shipping in general, you can probably get away with asking for any pairing in my fandoms as takes your fancy. Heh. Flighty? Me? No.
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sharpest_asp gave me 'b':( For some reason, b is not a very obtrusive letter )
Title: Last Day
Rating: R
Universe: Carogne
Continuity: Set just at the end of Sebastien's time under the General
Characters: Sebastien, two guards
Summary: What d'you think he's thinkin', knowin' today's his last day?
Wordcount: 380
Warnings: Sebastien the torturer, Sebastien the assassin
Claimer: Mine
( Last Day )
I wandered back into it, for some reason. Watched 'Countdown', which may have had something to do with it. *snuggles the show, carefully*
Title: A Little Gift
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Blake's 7
Continuity: Late Season 2, before Star One
Characters/Pairings: Vila, Avon, mentions of all the original crew. Vila/Avon.
Summary: Vila knows how to deal with broken men. Some of them are worth it.
Wordcount: 1634
Disclaimer: It's not mine.
A/N: I'd forgotten, I think, just how very damaged all of them were. Especially Avon. And how very, very clever Vila was.
"Everything will be all right if you do this."
An optimist believes it will, so long as people have faith
A cynic hopes it might, with planning and some judicious security padding
A pessimist knows it won't, no matter what anyone does
An idealist does it anyway, regardless of how they think it will turn out, because it's what should be done
A pragmatist doesn't care, so long as enough of what they value survives, because 'everything being alright' was never a realistic goal to start with
This being my personal view, at least of the hard ends of the scales. I never really thought that idealism and cynicism were actually opposing ends of one scale, given that it's perfectly possible to be a cynic and an idealist (*holds up hand*). I put cynicism as the midpoint of the optimism/pessimism scale, because it's about how you view the potential results of an action, and put pragmatism as idealism's opposite, because that's about the reasons for an action.
Well, that was ... embarrassing. Just went up to get bloods taken, and promptly fainted on top of the nurse. One minute she's swapping out vials for round 3, the next I'm on my side staring up at her in confusion. Bloody hell. It was a good job I managed to mention that I felt dizzy a second before I keeled over, or she wouldn't have had time to pull the needle out. Given that I promptly landed on that arm ... yeah. Pretty damn lucky. Arm just got a bit scraped when she pulled out, that's all. Aches a bit, maybe.
Bloody hell. And I count as a 'good' patient? What the hell is a bad one like, then?
