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I'm about the be subjected to two hours of Maine humor. Please wish me luck.
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PS. When I heard about Proposition 8 being overturned, I immediately thought of this photo. :)

Biggish pic with NSFW language. )
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I have taken off my pants in celebration (also because it's fucking muggy out).

You have no idea how happy this makes me.

Your turn, Maine.
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<3 )

ETA: And suddenly there are also spoilers for the latest season of Being Human in ze comments.

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THANK YOU to whoever nominated me to the Children of Time awards!

Why do Keith Olbermann and Rachel Maddow insist on going on vacation at once? They're confusing my morning ritual of gratuitous lefty news consumption. Chris Hayes is cute, though.

I'm probably sticking around at the Holiday Inn, even though it chafes to do so, and I really want to stomp out in a rage of workers' rights and solidarity. But, I have seniority and benefits and a plan there. Our management company pays for half the cost of classes directly related to the pursuit of a hospitality degree. And they'll pay for all my books. I guess this is the price for which I'll swallow my pride. I'm going to compromise by making a lot of noise about getting security cameras installed. A. Lot. Of. Noise.

Going to my mom's house to do laundry! Will try to write something before she comes home -- the meme prompts, and my entry for [ profile] whoverse_las entry. And PS -- [ profile] whoverse_las, WHERE DID ALL YOUR PARTICIPANTS COME FROM!? Holy shit! Assuming one person expelled per two week period, this challenge is looking to run two years and change. Eek!

Ok, going to pick my dirty laundry out of all the random places it tends to end up.

PPS -- I really want to go see Inception! This needs to happen!

Here, have a gif. <3

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Stoled from [ profile] thepyromanical1! And pretty much everyone else....

I'm offering up fic (of >150 words) to the first 5 people who comment with a pairing or characters and a prompt or two, of which I'll chose one. But in return, you have to post this in your own journal. (It doesn't have to be fic offered though, it can be art or picspams or meta or vids or whatever, and you can chose the number).

My specialties are Torchwood and NuWho. I reserve the right to take for-freaking-ever to finish because I have the attention span of a red squirrel, and I might need to wait for ~*~inspiration~*~ (or vodka) to strike.
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C'mon guys, all I need is "It wouldn't be my Torchwood"...

I know you have it in you!

So goddamn close... )

Though for the record, RTD has this amazing ability to make me less enthusiastic every time he opens his mouth...


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Title: Everything Looks Perfect from Far Away
Author: [ profile] _lullabelle_
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Ianto and Jack have a chat on the Plass. Fluff ensues.
A/N: Written for the [ profile] redisourcolor Challenge #6: Children. The phrase to use was, "Well, I wanted strawberry," and the words to incorporate were fairytale, sunscreen, and scarred. Thank you, [ profile] heddychaa for the on-the-fly beta.

Ianto leans against the guard rail overlooking the Plass. )
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So my morning was going pretty sucky. Heart attack kicked it off, as well as another department on a witch-hunt for the person giving out too many corporate coupons (not me) and harassing me with dumb questions while I'm trying to navigate my way through 110 check-outs on my own, and a woman who closely resembled an aardvark screeched at me in the middle of a full lobby and accused me of lying when I told her there was no management on site right then.

None of this matters. Some stoner just came in off the street and asked me our nightly rate. I told him it was $189. His reply?

"Dude, are you smoking the Kool-Aid?"


Hysterical laughter ensued. He still has no idea what I thought was so funny. I sent him to the Motel 6.

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Just navigated my fourth guest heart attack. I think I'm bad luck. The EMT told me she was doing well, though, so fingers crossed...
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OMG MISFITS. I'm 2 episodes in and I kind of <3 it.

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HAHAHAHA. Oh, my god, I'm a loser.

One of my favorite coworkers is leaving. Today was the last day we would be working together. As he was leaving, he gave Em a kiss on the cheek. The kiss he gave me was not on the cheek, and it was awkwardly thorough.

On the pull away, I was all like, "What the hell was that!?"

He said something along the lines that I seemed difficult to impress, and he asked if that impressed me.

I told him that he didn't exactly rock my world.

Then I turned around and walked into the doorframe.

(It turns out he's a better kisser than I am liar.)
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Earlier this evening, I foolishly let myself get pulled into this swirling abyss of wank. I decided that next time I want to be prepared.

If you're not looking forward to the new season, it's cool. A lot of people aren't. If you're not up for a gentle sporking, however, you may want to give this a pass.

I think tonight was a blackout. )
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Review I just received for this story over on Teaspoon:

"awww poor Ianto if its not a half converted Cyberwoman, its the universe's biggest and most idiotic slut."

How the fuck do I respond to that? It's not even relevant. I'll let idiotic slide, because it's a matter of opinion; "oblivious" is probably a better description, but the only person Jack sleeps with in my fic is Ianto. Sluttin' with your partner ain't no sluttin'. I DON'T GET IT. And unfortunately, I have to respond, since evidently there is no "delete review" function on Teaspoon. Later, though, when I'm less pissy.

ETA, because I forgot to mention it earlier: I hate hate hate the term slut. Or whore. Or manwhore. Or their equivalents.

I don't know how rude this actually is, versus the fact they just stepped in my squick pretty hard.

ETA 2: My response:

Thank you for your thoughts, but please don't use sex-shaming language when commenting. Aside from being offensive, Torchwood is a very sex-positive show, and calling Jack a "slut" undermines his character.

Yeah... I dialed it back a bit after checking the reviewer's profile and realizing she was 16.
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1) Put your iTunes on shuffle.
2) For the first ten songs that play, write a ficlet. You can only write for as long as the song is playing. And then -- on to the next!

This was crazy-tough, but a good exercise, and I don't completely hate everything that came out of it.

So: ten ficlets, various lengths totaling about 2,000 words. All Torchwood, both pre-and-post CoE, various characters and pairings. Nothing above PG-13. Sorry about the last one, that song's like 60 seconds long.

Thanks to [ profile] heddychaa for the zippy quick beta, even though I know she was wicked busy. :)

Cut for the sanity of your friends page. )
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There's been a lot of !fail going around the internet lately. There was the whole Supernatural RPF in Haiti debacle involving race, and non-whites being used as props as opposed to actual people, and there was a lovely piece regarding Independence Day and the erasure of cultural identity in favor of Just Being American that was so chock full of fail that just thinking about it makes me break out in hives. I'm Irish-American, third/fourth generation by way of Boston, and proud of it. I have a rich and interesting familial history that reads like something out of a mob novel. On my father's side, my grandfather was one of 12 children, and my grandmother was one of 14. Basically, I'm related to half of the city, and I consider it part of my identity though I've never actually lived there. I'd never give up my hyphens for anything. The fact that I can retain my hyphens is part of what makes living here so great.

So, there's two cents worth.

Basically, I've been avoiding all of these arguments because I don't like arguments, which is shitty of me, because I have an opinion, and a !fail argument has finally bit me in the ass personally.

Tonight that horrible, horrible stereotype of bisexual people being unable to "pick a team" reared its ugly head at me, and honestly, I've heard it before, but I heard it tonight from somewhere so unexpected that it actually hurt. Today I was told that I "barely counted" as queer. And I was so shocked that I didn't say anything. I at least managed to leave the apartment before I started crying, which I think counts for something. Honestly, this sentiment is not new; I was just so unprepared for it. The person who said it to me is a queer male liberal. I knew this same person when he was a straight female conservative. And I have been there for him through all of it. I have been supportive. He's hurt me a bit before with careless commentary. This is the first time his passive aggression has crossed the line into plain old aggression.

What the fuck.

It just kills me, because he's worked as a volunteer for emergency suicide hotlines. So he'll talk strangers off a cliff, but he'll slap friends in the face. I don't even know how to respond. I don't think I want to. I hate this kind of conflict. He should know better. He does know better. To be involved in all the things he's involved with, he fucking must.

I have enough shit to deal with, really. I'm not a huge fan of the term "bisexual" because it adheres to a gender binary that I don't support, but I'll often use it because I don't like having to explain the concept of pansexuality, and because "pansexual" sounds snotty. I don't really like the word, even if it is more accurate. I'll use the term "queer" if I can at all get away with it. I have had roughly the same number of female partners -- in both relationships and ill-advised sexual encounters -- as I have male partners, not that something like that should matter. But one half of my relationship experience has just been completely discounted, because evidently I cannot fully commit to it. I'm not sure which half. I don't care. I matter, goddammit.

ETA: He called to apologize, and told me he realizes that dismissing my opinions out-of-hand in that way was uncool. I accepted his apology, and told him I was sorry for storming out of his apartment like a drama queen instead of simply standing up for myself, which is what I should have done. I think he would have been receptive if I told him what about his statement had upset me, and why. I'm gonna call this one water under the bridge.
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Ten things I have enjoyed in the last week.

1. [ profile] writerinadrawer. If you're not voting, you really should be. Every week writers fulfill a prompt. The prompts are then unveiled anonymously, and readers get to vote for one winner, and one person to get stuffed into the drawers in the Torchwood morgue. The quality of writing is insanely good. Voting is still open until tomorrow, early afternoonish (3pm CST). Don't forget to read the rules!

2. Season of Mists by [ profile] ninjasnano aka [ profile] lookninjas -- This is a rewrite of what was already a pretty awesome fic, written for Torchwood Big Bang. It's a crossover with The Sandman, but only in the peripheral -- you really don't need any knowledge of the Sandman comics to be able to fully understand this. It's a CoE fixit, it's fantastically engaging, and you should totally read it.

3. Yesterday, this made blow soder out my nose. Also, it's hot. And mildly NSFW. GRRROWR.

4. Nothing Can Happen More Beautiful by [ profile] solsticezero is just gorgeously put together. Warning: discussion of suicide, has the potential to be major-league triggery.

5. [ profile] heddychaa has this awesome 7 parter, Plastic Dolls Floating Across the Atlantic, Toy Soldiers Crowding the Pacific. It's complete, she's posting one part daily (the second part went live earlier today). There's an intriguing mystery here, some terrific OCs, and if you comment-spam her she might continue with it. FLY, MY MONKEYS. FLY.

6. THE BIG BANG. OMG. *flaily hands*. I loved the color schemes. I... loved this whole season. With the exception of the silurian eps, and victory of the daleks to which I give a hearty "meh". I LOVE AMY. TIMES A WHOLE FREAKING LOT. I'm... trying really hard not to spoil anything here, so there'll probably be a whole new post so that I can spoil at will.

7. Just marathoned through the last four episodes of White Collar. OMG, I love White Collar. IT STARTS AGAIN IN JULY. omg.

8. Caught up on some of my comic books. "Red Robin" is making me love Tim Drake again. They're writing him a little more balanced now, and the more I look back at the last two story arcs, the more I realize his kind of insane behavior as a reaction to grief. The fact that he's beginning to rebound has greatly enhanced my appreciation for the author. He's starting to sound like himself again. His scenes with Super Boy in this last issue are tempting me to pick up Teen Titans again, but I've been burned by that title so many times now that I'm a little gun shy.

9. [ profile] redisourcolor is a Jack/Ianto fiction contest community. Every Sunday/Monday a prompt is posted. Submissions are due on Thursday, voting happens, and a winner is announced on Sunday. It's a cool community that could really use more participants. :)

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Title: The Secret of a Happy Marriage Remains a Secret
Author: [ profile] _lullabelle_
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1700
Summary: In 2006 Ianto Jones spent an awesome, but miserable, night on the beach. In 2008, he helped clean up after a wedding night gone horribly wrong.
A/N: Written for the [ profile] redisourcolor challenge #4: Weddings. The quote to use was: ''We are not having anything pink in this event.'' and the words to incorporate were ice, rose, and lightning. Thank you [ profile] heddychaa, for the awesome beta job.

It was cold this close to the ocean... )
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Just got back from dinner with my BFF and her BF, and did you know that Margarita's sells russelrita's by the PITCHER!?

Omg. So good, yet soooo deadly. It's like a smoothie with alcohol that you can't actually taste.

The BFF was driving, so she only had one. Her ninja and I got fairly trashed.

I just took off my shoes. My feet are almost intolerable and I wish they would go away.

I fist-bumped Nate for smashing gender stereotypes. He's a costume designer. He designed one for me. It's awesome. Poison Ivy for the full-figured woman. If I get the material, he'll make it for me for Halloween, the only caveat being that I have to wear it at some point during NYCC. I'm undecided. My desire for a good costume is warring with my sense of embarrassment/self preservation. Though if this happens, I promise pics.

It might be worth it, since Katie's going as Harley Quinn, and Ninja Nate going as the Joker. DCU LOVE TRIANGLE GUYS. So maybe. We'll see.

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