snowdarkred

i know i don't post here very often anymore; i'm trying to work on that by writing longer fic. which i'm working on. /mysterious

anyway, this is just a quick note about the whole mess with delicious and everyone freaking out, etc.

i moved all my bookmarks to pinboard, and i've got everything up and running over there. feel free to network with me if you already have an account.

Link of note:

• my pinboard account
• the great migration spreadsheet, which lets you track down people who have different user names on different sites (i don't have that problem, obviously)
• the suggestion doc (basically, people are talking directly to the guy who runs pinboard and offering suggestions)
• the /report podcast about it
• an angry tech artcile about it

Title: This Day in History
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Author:  snowdarkred 
Word Count: ~2,800
Pairings: Charles/Erik/Raven
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: R; fast and loose historical accuracy, eventual sexual content, and other mature themes.
Author's Note: Continuing my thanks to lathyrism , who, naturally, continues to be an awesome beta and muse. <3
Additional Note: Fun with AUness abounds!

Summary: On February 8, 1957, they run like hell. (alternate history!AU)

This Day in History
May 16, 1956 - February 4, 1957
February 5, 1957 - March 1, 1957
( Charles watched over his newspaper as Erik methodically ate breakfast. )

Guys.

Glee was almost flawless tonight.

Somebody hold me.

JFKDL;AFJKLDAS;FJIAEFJKAJFKLAFJDA;LFJAKL;FJAK;LFA A

Media: vid
Title: thistle & weeds
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers (if any): up to 2x16
Warnings (if any): the same homophobic bullying we see in the show
Tumblr link: here

Summary: spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams / cause recently mine have been tearing my seams / i sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind

thistle & weeds

(  but i will hold on )

Insert sadface here.

THIS HAS BEEN A RANDOM POST. BROUGHT YOU BY: BOREDOM - THE LOSER'S WEDNESDAY.



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/pathetic loser

OKAY. So I know I don't post my friends' & family's shenanigans all that often, because we're a very uneven bunch and one day we'll all be fine with each other and the next day we'll each be out for blood, and to be honest, it's kind of stressful figuring out which day is going to be which.

BUT DUDE.

I NEED TO TELL YOU GUYS SOMETHING.

So, there's this chick I knew in high school.
( PREQUEL OF cut to save your flists )

So anyway, we got into a week-long argument about it, because she wouldn't back off and I can't just let stupid lie.

So, ahem, to get more back on track, I'm facebook friends with R, and I didn't even really remember that because I haven't spoken to her in, literally, two years. But I posted a comment bitching about how people keep referring to Chris Colfer/Kurt Hummel as a soprano when he's actually a countertenor.

( cut to save your flists )

About halfway through this, I went downstairs to ask my stepdad, since he's a classically trained singer. (He went to a fancy private Catholic school, and part of his scholarship was for music.)

( RETURN OF THE cut to save your flists )

...But then I didn't, because I am GOOD PERSON. THE END.

So yeah. I'd almost feel sorry for R, because I get that she has issues and whatever, I really do, because you don't get to be her level of crazy without them (I've known her since my freshman year of high school, okay, I took classes with her. I know she's batshit) but then I remember how she freaked out at my friends party because she didn't want to sleep in the same room (and especially on the same mattress) with a two bisexual chicks and two lesbians. :/ :/ :/ :/ And how she was worried that we would ~convert her little sister, who was there too.

:/ :/ :/

Actually, you know what? Why am I still friends with her on facebook? *goes off to defriend her*

ETA:

ALSO ALSO ALSO: jenna_marianne  just informed that I HAVE BEEN RECCED ON crack_van !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*does epic keysmash of awesome*

I...I think I need to go sit down somewhere and put my head between my knees. FFFFF

Title: and then we'll carry on again
Author: snowdarkred 
Word Count:  575
Pairings: Sam/Sam, hint of Sam/Dean
Rating/Warnings: teen; swearing, kissing, head games, spoilers for the latest episode!
Author's Note:  THIS IS YOUR FAULT, high_flyer87 !!! If you hadn't gone on about how much you wanted to see puppy interact with robo!Sam, I wouldn't have written this mess. >:| JK, love you and your awesomeness! <3 Originally posted here.

Summary: Sam feels like he's dreaming. Maybe he is. There's a voice floating in the back of his head that tells him that he should be dreaming, that what he is seeing now isn't be real, but when you've lived the life he has, that voice doesn't count for much.

and then we'll carry on again

 

( "Why," the other Sam hisses. "Why are you so fucking important? What makes you so much better than me?"  )

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. )

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.