So now that the holiday season is upon us, I was looking forward to decorating my own baked dwelling.
When my mom suggested (possibly jokingly) that I do the TARDIS.
It was brilliant. The perfect way to geekify one of my favorite holidays!
Sunday evening and Monday afternoon were devoted to the creation of this:
( WARNING: THIS WILL BEAT UP YOUR INTERNET.Collapse )
- Current Mood: accomplished
Fandom: Thor (technically Norse Mythology), Captain America (most recent film 'verse)
Characters/Pairing: Hel, Steve Rogers, Bucky, Peggy Carter, Howard Stark, Baldr Steve Rogers/Hel (mouse over to reveal)
Summary: She loved him (because who could look upon this man and not love him?), in her own way. In the end, that was what made the difference.
Notes: Hello! It's been a while since I've had something actually productive to post here. XD This is my first fic for the Thor kinkmeme, an my prompt was
"I am probably setting myself up for a lot of angst and misery here... but could someone please write a fanific in which Hel is in love?"
So I did. Here it is. The title comes from Dessa's beautiful song "Kites"
( It's just dust in the end, walking home and dodging carsCollapse )
See, I was feeling like shit all afternoon and really unhappy about LARP and basically everything, and seriously considering not coming back to school next semester and just getting a job, taking some time off, that sort of thing.
And then my roommate came back from the meeting and it all came crashing back. Like, I got two words in before her aura or something just strangled me.
I love my roommate, and she's like a sister to me. She is one of the most cheerful and friendly people I know. But clearly living with her is not healthy for me. I've reached that point of surety where I KNOW I need to get out. (I'm usually indecisive as fuck)
I have no idea if I'm even going to tell her this, though.
Anyhow, I'm going to revel in my happiness, however temporary it may be.
- Current Mood: depressed
Except for right now. Because I have so many things on my knitting plate that I basically will be knitting until my hands fall off. I'm not sad or angry about this, I just hope I can work fast enough to get my gifts done on time!
Here's what I've got going on, and there's a bit of a theme:
-Baby blanket as a thank-you to one of my professors (seriously one of the best professors I've ever had)
-A baby cardigan for my hairdresser (it's a long story)
-A stuffed bird for my Mom
-A stuffed Corgi for my brother
-A bag for my friend Anne
-A as-yet-undetermined something for my soul sister Sandy
-A dice bag for my friend Ryan.
I'm working on the baby things first because I really want those to be finished while they can still be used, and luckily I'm halfway through the bibs (whoot whoot 2-hour projects!) and I've started the blanket.
Let's do this shit.
- Current Mood: tired
I'm just writing because I need to complain. And as I'm pretty sure every user gets about three posts where they can bitch unreservedly and not be judged, I'd like to make one now. Here's the story.
My LARP group was recently invited to paritcipate in a weekend quest with the local Alliance chapter. I wasn't planning on going, because even though I love LARP, I just don't have the time right now to go to PA and disregard school for a weekend. Among the people who went was my roommate, so since my room was going to be empty this weekend I was going to use the solitude to record podfics (I'm in the middle of Boden's Mate RN, and I just got permission to record The Weight of Water. I am ecstatic). I was wicked excited.
Enter Wednesday night. Our club had a night quest in the woods, and since woods at night freak me out like nothing else, I elected to be the person who stayed behind at the starting point and watched over the belongings, also RPing with anyone who also didn't want to go in the woods. No one stayed behind, so I worked on an essay for my lit class (about Alexander Pushkin, if anyone's interested). And it was really frickin' cold. I don't know if any of you have ever been to New York, specifically Binghamton, but the weather is not particularly kind. It gets wicked cold wicked early, and while I generally like the cold, it was the opposite of fun that night. After the quest, my hands were hardly usable and it took a good ten minutes for the blood to return to one of my fingers. I had been a little sniffly earlier in the week, so my one thought was "Well damn, that was dumb. I should not have done that."
Thursday morning, I didn't go to any of my classes because I felt gross. Later that evening, my friends came over and we played D&D until one in the morning, then they all slept over. It was the best.
Friday morning, and we went off to IHOP for breakfast and Target for necessities, and I knew something was awry. Helping my roomate get ready, I felt worse and worse. When she confirmed that I did in fact have a fever, I knew that this weekend was not going to be fun. I took a nap at 4 PM when she left, and didn't wake back up until eleven, missing several messages from someone I really should be talking to, and now my voice sounds icky so I can't record anything.
So here I am, sick abed, and pissed off at a lot of things. At the fact that it feels like I'm on fire, at the fact that I was too dumb to sit in someone's car that night, at the fact that I'm by myself (in case you haven't noticed, I'm something of an attention/sympathy whore), the fact that this, combined with my laziness, is cutting me off from friendships that I'd really like to make and ones I want to keep. at a lot of things.
I'm gonna go back to sleep before I say anything else dumb. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors.
- Current Location:my dorm
- Current Mood: sick
This was my prompt:
post-divorce: songs about how Erik and Charles miss each other.
I'm so depressing.
( I remember the desperate things we didCollapse )
- Current Mood: contemplative
But to help remedy this, I swiped this meme:
Top Five Things Meme: in which you ask me what my top five is (top five favorite bands, shows, ships, songs, celebrity crushes, flavors of ice cream, what ever you wanna know about me) and I respond with explanations and/or minipicspams.
But here's where I swing it a bit. I'll add a poem/ficlet/piece of prose to each answer. Please specify what you'd like in the comment. :D
- Current Mood: exhausted
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13, light R for implied goings-on and naked Doctor.
Summary: What else are you supposed to do with letter magnets if your child can’t read?
Notes: This has been sitting in my “you need to actually do something with this” pile for quite a while. Seriously, it's been there for months. Thankfully, the ficathon at doctor_rose_fix gave me the impetus to get this done. I'm glad my brain drippings were what someone wanted to read for once. :)
( waking up early was never fun.Collapse )
- Current Mood: drained