snowdarkred

Suggested fandoms:
Inception
Star Trek XI
Glee
NCIS
NCIS:LA
Harry Potter
Leverage
White Collar
Sherlock BBC
Sherlock 2009
Tamora Pierce books (any)
Avengers/Iron Man/Captain America
The Losers
Supernatural
Criminal Minds
Robin McKinley books (any)
Heroes
Merlin
Gundam Wing
Law&Order: SVU
Numb3rs
Limited RPF for STXI and SPN
Covert Affairs
His Dark Materials
Brick
(500) Days of Summer
etc.

Go crazy! I'll try to do my best! :D



Filled:
Untitled, Avengers/Losers xover, gen
'Twas the Season, Protector of the Small, Kel/Dom
Mistletoe, Sherlock BBC, Sherlock/John
Lucky, SPN/STXI RPF, Pinto
Untitled Glee/SPN preview/snippet, gen
The Lowering Of; Provost's Dogs, Beka/Rosto
Soup, The Losers, Cougar/Jensen
A Father's Journal, Glee/SPN, slight hints of Puck/Kurt
Untitled, The Losers, celebrating the DADT repeal, J/C
Ready, Aim, Fire; The Losers, girl!C/J
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FDKLAFJDKASL;FSFADJSL;FDJAS;KLFDA WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I EVEN DOING, Y'ALL???? I HAVE LOST MY MIND. NO JOKE. I HAVE OFFICIALLY CROSSED THE LINE INTO CRAY-CRAY OR WHATEVER THE KIDS ARE CALLING THESE DAYS. YES, THIS EXCESSIVE CAPSLOCK IS NECESSARY. DEAL WITH IT.

I AM ALMOST ASHAMED OF MYSELF.

THIS IS A PREVIEW OF A WIP I'M WORKING ON.
WIP
NOT COMPLETE
UNTITLED
Arthur/Eames, Kurt/Blaine (?)

Summary or whatever: Kurt's mysterious cousin Arthur and his ambiguously gay British friend show up in Ohio to show Kurt an alternative method to dreaming a little bigger.

( Kurt was in a fabulous cafe, decorated with a tasteful coffee theme and accented by dangling Christmas ornaments. )

 

Watching the news about Delicious leak and the subsequent backlash – and the backlash to the backlash, and the backlash to that – the only conclusion I can come to is that Yahoo is run by idiots.

 

The number of bookmarks being saved per hour? Down. The number of new users? Down. The number of people switching to other, admittedly poorer services? Way up. All because Yahoo can't do PR for shit. True, Delicious isn't exactly a straight up profit house, but it does, or did, have consumer loyalty. Think of how many fandom people have been using it for years? How many times it's handed to fandom-newbies as the holy grail of fic indexing? How many people thank what ever deity they believe in that it exists because it makes life easier?

 

Yahoo leaked the “sunset” news – or, someone else leaked it, and then some higher up on twitter threatened to fire them in a tweet, which also isn't the best way to handle things, 'cause dude, it's not going to endear you to the public – and then refused to comment about except for some serious bullshit statement that said absolutely nothing, while simultaneously suggesting the worst. And then they were surprised at the backlash from millions of users who use Delicious for everything from work to fandom. They released a statement that blamed the media for distributing false information, when it was their own ineptitude that was leading people to draw their own conclusions. And then they just sort of handwaved it by implying that, well, no one was using Delicious anyway, so what did it matter?

 

Do you know how long it took Wikipedia to update the Delicious article to say that Delicious was shutting down? Like, two hours.

 

I love my Delicious account. It's my baby. I spent two weeks going through and standardizing my tagging system, and making sure that everything has a clear label. When my computer crashed a few months back, I lost everything that had been saved – my pictures, about half of my fics, and a whole lot of other stuff that was important to me. But what wasn't lost?

 

My fic bookmarks. My articles. My fashion links. My research – the same research that I used to figure out what the hell is up with my sexuality, or lack thereof. All of these things may not be things, they may not be physical, they may just be data, but they're important. I've been in fandom for years. I love it. It's what I grew up with, it's what help me discover who I am, it's what got me to start writing and never stop. And Delicious is important to fandom. It's another way for us to share in the epic love fest that is free-form fandom – the rush of excitement, the surge of pleasure in discovering new things, the ease of access to things that we're interested in.

 

And Yahoo threatened that. Whether the site shuts down Delicious, sells it, or whatever, I know I won't be able to trust them again. I can't. They obviously can't even manage themselves – how can I expect them to manage a simple website?


PS. I would love it if LiveJournal bought Delicious. I think it would be a good fit, though I'm not sure how that would work.
PPS. My trip to see my family didn't work out -- I couldn't go because of weather stuff. :( I've been using the past few days to panic over Delicious and read lots of Glee fic. I just need a chance to turn my brain off, you know? I feel like I'm always on on on, and I just need to power down and relax. Which I can't really do, because my boss is an idiot who doesn't know how to write a simple schedule, and that when I say, I can't work on Christmas Eve, it means I can't work on Christmas Eve. He also has the hots for my step-sister, but I don't want to think about that because it's icky and he's a creeper.

Oh my god. Oh my god. I just. I hate people. I do. Jesus.


( Cut for triggery talk; please be careful )

Title:  When the War Fires Fade
Author: snowdarkred 
Word Count:  ~7000
Pairings: Gen; Sherlock/John pre-slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, magic!AU, violence, swearing, vampires that don't sparkle and are actually supposed to be somewhat scary, gratuitous descriptions
Author's Note: I. Had. SO MUCH. Fun. Writing this. I can't even begin to tell you, seriously. Okay, Sunshine is my favorite book and is pretty much the only current book dealing with vampires that I can stand. So it was only a matter of time before I wrote a fusion/inspired/crossover/thingamabob using it as a backdrop. And guess what? I did! But I would like to assure you that no knowledge of said amazing book is necessary to reading this, since I pretty much just adapted some of the mythology to my own ends. Um. Yeah. Anywho, my thanks to anruiukimi and shanachie_quill  for their encouragement and comments. You rock!

ATTENTION: munchinglunch made a podfic of this for help_japan! You can download it here.

Summary: The Wars turned the world on its head, and in that unrivaled chaos, John Watson was born with a rare gift. Sherlock, naturally, was born with an even rarer one. Years after the Wars end and the Others return to their dark lairs, two men are introduced by a well-meaning mutual acquaintance. And their world is upturned yet again.

( He didn't hear them coming. But then you didn't, did you, when they were vampires. )

Title: Two men meet by chance
Author: snowdarkred 
Word Count:  ~150
Pairings: Sherlock/John, but really gen.
Rating/Warnings: G. Non-standard rhyming scheme. Spoilers for The Great Game.
Author's Note: I don't know why I wrote this, I just did it. I haven't written poetry in ages, much less poem!fic. And for Sherlock? What the actual fuck! I am startled and confused by this turn of events. Especially since I am supposed to be working on that magic!AU or my Inception bigbang. :(

( Two men meet by chance )

 

I think...I think that sometimes I forget how stupid people are.

It's just: Between my friends, who are pretty much 'whatever makes you happy' about 97% of things, and all the wonderful people on LJ, I just I don't think about how fucking moronic and ignorant the average person is.

I hate people. I just, I do. They're fucking crazy and stupid and blind.

Okay, so we did a little bit on gender roles and gender identity and so on, and my teacher's painful hetronormative views aside - she's not being directly hateful, just oblivious - we watched a clip from the Today Show, about the boy who dressed up as Daphne for Halloween.

And during discussion, someone said, I shit you not, "It'd be okay for a boy to dress in girly stuff at home, but I wouldn't allow them to go out looking like that."

There was some other stuff too, like how boys wanting to dress as girls would 'grow out of it' and so on, and I desperately wanted to shout about how it didn't fucking matter whether it was a brief period or a permenent desire or what the fuck ever. If the kid wants to wear a fucking dress, s/he can wear a fucking dress.

I'm just so used to fandom being generally awesome about stuff like this. I mean, yeah, people put their foot in it, but here, on LJ and FF and DA and tumblr and all of our other ways to connect and talk and learn from each other, it's so much easier.

Y'all are wonderful, wonderful people, and I love you all. Don't ever leave me. ;_;

It does make me wonder, though, something that I think about from time to time: What would my life be like if I'd never found fandom? I got into fandom fairly young - I was about eleven/twelve-ish - and I just, y'know, grew up with it. Fandom is how I finally figured out why I have never in my life wanted to have sexual contact with anyone. I just kept waiting and waiting and waiting for that whole 'right person' bullshit, and you know what? That person is most likely not going to appear in my life because they don't exist. I mean, if I ever meet someone and all I can think is 'Jesus Christ, I want to bang them so hard' than fine. Okay. I'm cool with that. But at the moment, I don't think it's ever going to happen.

Without fandom, I can't think of a way that I would discover anything real about asexuality. I mean, there are two - two - identified asexuals on television, and one of them is Sheldon, for God's sake. There would be no way for me to find someone in the media and go, Huh, well that fits. And I don't even want to know what my psych class would say if I were to stand up and say, Hey, I'm asexual. I mean, it'd probably be something like 'Oh, you're broken; you'll get over it' or something. D:

I... came out? as an asexual in fandom and the reaction was 'Meh. Awesome for you. Now when are you going to finish that fucking story you owe us!' It's awesome.

So yeah. I  love you guys. And I am so fucking glad I found fandom because you make my life so much better. Thank the gods people like you exist.

Okay, so yesterday sucked ass, and was shitty, and just quite frankly was full of all around fail. So I got off of work today and wrote this, which isn't particularly happy, but for some reason it makes me feel better? There's some kind of logic in that. Somewhere.

Title: Settling
Author: snowdarkred 
Word Count:  ~770
Pairings: gen, none.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, some swearing and suicidal thoughts due to, well, duh.
Author's Note: Thanks to shanachie_quill  for looking this over for me! You're awesome, babe. <3 This is so not what I was supposed to be working on....

Summary: John Watson liked to think that he was a simple man. He had simple needs, simple desires, simple hopes.

Settling

( John Watson liked to think that he was a simple man.  )

anruiukimi  has already heard this, but....

I greatest wish is for BBC!John Watson to wear a great amount of knitwear in the upcoming S2 of Sherlock. I mean, seriously. Knitted scarves. MOAR knitted jumpers. WEE KNITTED HATS. WEE KNITTED MITTENS. SOCKS.

It's not that I have a knitwear fetish (not judging, but that thought is vaguely horrifying) or anything, it's just.... I find Martin Freeman!Watson to be painfully, painfully adorable. I mean, whenever I see him on screen, all I can think is 'OH! I just want to take him home and wrap him in blankets and bake him COOKIES and make him TEA!' And then I go into spasms about how cuddly and short and squishable and OMGOMGOMG CUTE! he is.

And I mean this all in a non-sexual way, of course; asexual here. He's just...disturbingly adorable to me. I mean, Martin Freeman is forty years old, what the hell is wrong with me?

But yeah. Him in that jumper in the first episode or that WEE STRIPED SHIRT OMGOMGOMG just about kills me every time. I JUST WANT TO HUG HIM, OKAY. DON'T DISRESPECT THE CUTIE. *flails*

....I think I have a problem?

1. I have no plans this weekend, other than a brief shift at work on Sunday. I rather like that. I traded Saturday next week for Halloween, so should I find a party to go to on the day itself, I can. The only thing I really want to do is sleep and write at least 3-5K on whichever Inception bigbang fic actually starts talking to me.

2. OMG, MY INCEPTION BB IS KILLING ME. I can't decide on what to write, and anything I try comes out wrong! I've written the starts of six different fics, I shit you not, and I am hating it. I don't know where any of it is going, or what I can do to fix it, and it's driving me insane. Just when I think I've worked out what I'm going to do, it DIES. ;_; I FAIL AT LIFE AND ALSO INCEPTION. Watch me as I weep.

3. I am so stupidly obsessed with this video of Joseph Gordon-Levitt singing Bad Romance, I can't even BEGIN to tell you. It's even better when you realize that he changed the French lyrics to something rather naughty: (roughly) I want to fuck you and then I want to fucking leave you/fuck off. And he points out the Hitchcock references! :D IT IS AWESOME AND HE IS AWESOME AND YOU SHOULD BE AWESOME AND WATCH IT.

4. I have pre-ordered the Inception DVD and the Sherlock (BBC) series, because I am a fucking fangirl who fangasms. My bank account, it cries.

5. Okay, so there's this girl, woman, whatever, at work right? And everyone has that one coworker that they just can't stand, right? SHE DRIVES ME INSANE. I used to eat at the restaurant I work at all the time, and I HATED having her, because she is the worst. Waitress. On. The fucking. Planet. She touches everything, is obnoxious, and then is somehow surprised when she gets bad tips. I have a (girl)friend who, every time we go anywhere together, people assuming I'm dating, IDK why. (Why yes, ravenclaw_wench , I'm talking about you, Jesus Christ.) Anyway, we went out to eat together, and she treated us worse than usual, and she gave us dirty looks and really, I'm a good tipper. Anyone who regularly waits on me knows this. My flat tip is three dollars no matter how little I order, and I then add a dollar for every ten that I spend. And for once in my fucking life, I tipped someone less than that. I gave her a really, really shitty tip. Because her stupidity? Was really fucking obvious. And it pissed me off.

Anyway, so I now work with her, and she seems to have forgotten about it, but I saw her when the cute lesbian couple with the baby comes in (and they have not, sadly, returned) and I deal with her everyday and -- just no. She calls me babe and baby and sugar and sweetheart, and while I don't mind usually - I rather like it, actually - that's when I actually like the person talking to me. I don't like her one bit, and it comes across as condescending rather than affectionate, which we both know it isn't. It drives me insane. And between her being awful at her job, her being a bitchy waitress, and her constantly commenting on how much I do or don't eat - like it's any of her fucking business that I'm a stick, okay, and I am so fucking tired of people I don't know or like accusing me of having eating disorders I don't have, SAJFIEOA;NFEA;H.

*breathes*

Oh my gods, I did not mean to let that rant get away from me.

(The thing is, I'm actually kind of sensitive about the eating thing because, all through childhood to the present, everyone has something to say about how skinny I am. I've had complete strangers give me the 'It's okay to eat a burger/don't you eat more than salad/don't they feed you, lol/have you considered help speech(es) and it's just. It's one of my hot button issues, okay? I am not even that thin - I weigh a hundred pounds, alright, and I have hips and a sizable bust and all. I eat at least two meals a day and I get my nutritional requirements, and so what if I absolutely hate fast food? It literally makes me sick. And anyway, I used to eat four full meals a day and snacks and so on and WAS STILL HUNGRY, and while my Ten Weeks of Crazy episode kind of trashed my metabolism, I still have days like that.)

*breathes*

Okay, I'm shutting up now. Jesus Christ. Um.

ETA: It's not that I'm not sympathetic to people who DO have eating disorders, it's just - I didn't appreciate being told that there was something wrong with me growing up, because, quite frankly, I got enough of that shit at home, thanks very much. Not the eating disorder bit, but the There's Something Wrong With You bit.