The IronMan Seven

I was told, forgive my paraphrasing, that Lucy and Caspian were all over each other in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Much ado and outcry was made over their flirtations. So: a reread was necessary.

...they barely speak. Am I missing something? And it's not because C.S. Lewis doesn't know how to write it, because Caspian and Ramandu's daughter--AUGH GIVE HER A NAME--were definitely making cow eyes at each other and it was adorable.

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Besides the usual misogynistic portrayal of its female characters, Glee has contributed a truly horrific portrayal of domestic abuse.

Glee, you have just crossed a line you cannot come back from. I thought that line had already been crossed, but I was wrong. The minute you depicted domestic violence and cast the abuser as the hero of the piece, you went irrevocably to a Dark Place. There is no redemption from here; I don’t care how Will’s character is being set up and how he is supposed to be read, in this episode, he was a Wronged Man and a Tragic Hero who assaulted his wife. And the way in which it was framed did not, in any way shape or form, suggest that what Will did was wrong, or that he’s a slimy skeezeball. Nope. He was lily white and innocent.

I’ll leave you with this quote from Patrick Stewart’s amazing piece in the Guardian:

She did not provoke my father, and even if she had, violence is an unacceptable way of dealing with conflict. Violence is a choice a man makes and he alone is responsible for it

.

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I'm beginning to think that I am really quite disturbed.

I had this dream. It was long and involved, but I really only remember the end; my sister and I, who had been on some kind of trip together--at this point we were all alone in the world or something, orphans or whatever--had stopped at this nice place for some reason or another, it was kind of a mansion in this mountainous area with lots of trees. And they'd done some magical demon impregnation through artificial insemination or something and I needed to get her and the baby out of there, because at this point she'd given birth.

So this nasty, obnoxious sort of young lord of the manor or something--played by Bradley James, what the heck?--comes in and is going to stop me from escaping to get my sister and skedaddle (she'd been moved to a different building) and I couldn't let him so before I let him in I put some sort of--scent? like, the converted to their creepy satanist religion had a smell to them, like cinnamon or orange or something, and I saw something that would let me echo that scent, voila--and so he comes in and says 'oh, it worked!' in a sort of friendly way, and then I guess they sex each other up a lot there because he started taking off his shirt. And before he noticed that I wasn't moving to do the same, I stabbed him in the eye with a fork and pushed it through to his brain. And that was kind of an awful part of the dream, because I really had to push, and then he wouldn't die and I had to hit him on the head with a bottle to knock him out or something, I don't even know.

But apparently I wasn't too bothered because then I went to hastily bag my books and favorite pillows and slide them out the window. And then apparently I stole a car, because the next thing I was dreaming about was being in this house with these book bags and seeing her little child toddle past and hearing people warn her about me, the awful escaped wicked person. So then I figured I had to put the books back in the car to free up my hands--or I could have, you know, LEFT THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE, but what the heck it's a dream--and I went out and couldn't figure out how the heck to find the car.

And then I woke up.

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The fics that I wrote and posted using fanaticalone on LJ back in the day are slowly being imported into my AO3 account.

Just for fun:

Number of stories on the archive as of now: 64 (some of them only show if you're logged in.)
Number of fandoms that I've been the first to post in so far: At least five (Valkyrie Profile: Lenneth, Star Ocean 2, Skies of Arcadia, Final Fantasy V, and Dragon Quest VIII.)
Number of the above fandoms that I'm still the only author in: All. :(
Number of fics that I've discovered that are lost due to community deletions: One that I'm sure about (an FFVI fic that I particularly liked, too) and possibly a few more SoA fics, all from the same community.) Although, to be fair to the community, it's as much my computer's fault for crashing and dying; I had backups, and they're gone now.
Current most popular tags in various category:
Rating: General beats out Teen by one (23 to 22.)
Category: Gen wins at 21.
Fandom: Star Ocean: The Second Story and Skies of Arcadia are tied at 20 (the latter mostly thanks to 30_kisses. Of course, I haven't gotten all of my SO2 claims added yet.)

Communities I've finished digging through to find my old fics (all on LJ):

antiotpficathon
user=5trueloves
esper_cave
springkink
30_kisses
temps_mort
100_leitmotifs

Other notes:
- I miss 100_leitmotifs and temps_mort. Both were great ideas for writing communities, and they're both pretty much dead now.
- I... I've written a lot of fic on LJ. Good grief.

...yes, I am going to get back to writing original stuff soon. This is just what I do when I'm too sick to think about it. Stupid cold.

I had a bit of an altercation today.

It really drove home to me that I need to find a way to actually deal with my stress. Because it bottles up and it bottles up and then it sort of explodes, and it leaves me upset and drained and usually having shouted at someone. My problem is mostly that I barely notice or acknowledge it building up until it's at critical levels and eating at me inside, and then I only really realize it's there when it all comes out.

Not the most healthy of patterns. I need to find a train to stand under and scream my frustration out to, I think.

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Now that I actually think about it, reading The Story of O at age ten may have had some effect.

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You know another thing I love about Anne Bishop's books?

I love the role reversals. Men are stigmatized by rape, an attempt at rape, or the accusation of rape--INSTEAD OF WOMEN, THE VICTIMS. Women are viewed as the more stable gender; men are the ones who are in the position of 'overemotional' and 'hysterical.' Which is funny because it is a reversal of the way our society views us, but the behavior is not at all unrealistic for our culture, just amplified by magical excuses the way scientists put a microscope over bacteria. Look at this. Think about it. Women are the providers and protectors, not men. Men are in the social position of 'tempering' the women (this isn't as explicit as other reversals, but Falonar tells Surreal 'yeah, we do the grunt work because you guys are SO MUCH SCARIER when you get pissed off' and that draws parallels to the gendered views of parenting--the mother manages most of it and the father does the discipline.) The very way the story is told is a reversal in its own way; it's the story of the men only inasmuch as it is the story of how Jaenelle affects their lives.

Yes, we have Terreille, where there's the flip side to that--the negative one--but we also have decent male rulers in our world, and downright evil ones. It's reality, cast into fictionalized relief, emphasized by the support of the magic and manipulation to throw it into bold unignorable prominence.

I really, really loved her handling of the rut. Especially since I read a lot of supernatural stories, and even the ones that aren't romance novels screw this up consistently. Yes, she says, men have lusts, sure, and powerful physical urges, blah blah blah. But this does not even begin to make it okay. No, not even when it's all magical and shit! Considering that's a particularly rage inducing and deeply ingrained misogynistic part of our culture, that was beautiful to read.

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These Black Jewels FSTs are just gorgeous. I haven't finished the downloads, but the lyrics fit perfectly.

Twilight Rhapsody - five songs about Witch (scroll down)

These Castles and Dreams - Wilhelmina Benedict

Black Jewels Trilogy - fan soundtrack (zip not working, but the lyrics are still worth perusing.)

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I was thinking thoughts about the media's treatment of celebrities--specifically female celebrities, prompted by the treatment of Megan Fox.

They at once expect and demand these celebrities to surrender private lives and display their desires, tastes, thoughts and opinions, and at the same time demand that these thoughts, tastes and opinions fall in line with the media's image of 'acceptable.' And I think we're all familiar with the media's image of acceptable--racism, sexism, ableism, heterosexism, the list goes on--so when Megan Fox shows that she's not only comfortable with her sexuality but not a demure/contained/controlled woman, they reject her. Spectacularly. And all those either threatened or sheeplike enough to follow do, and there's a huge percent of the population that is sheeplike in its adherence to 'the TV said so' or threatened by a sexy young woman who knows her own mind and is honest about it.

Whatever. She's awesome.

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Kink Bingo's December challenge: ohhh, it is so good to me. Yuletide fandoms up for grabs!

...although, as I look through them, they are slightly less delicious than last round. Last round I was looking through the leftover prompts and I kept going 'ooh, I haven't thought of that one in ages but I sure could write it!' Still, plenty of yum.

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Someone writes a whole huge essay titled The Lust Arc = IchiHime FAIL which, among other priceless gems of logic, claims that because soppy displays of concern were not made in the midst of a battleground, they TOTES DON'T CARE ABOUT EACH ENOUGH (FOR ME).

I'm not going to address the shipping, because I don't really 'ship in this series and I don't care. What I am going to address if the fact that because a young woman who made an enormously brave choice to sacrifice herself asked for help after an extended period of time where she was isolated, threatened, terrified and had her head fucked with, they explicitly equate her with evil cannibalistic spirits.

I cannot believe I ever even skim the surface of this fandom. I am also not capable of resounding-enough rude gestures over the internet. But it is, in my elegance and eloquence, all I have to offer, because I am still trying not to dissolve into obscenities over rage-inducing things.

I REALLY REALLY NEED SOMETHING LESS RAGE-INDUCING. SOMETHING. ANYTHING.

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Ask Amy tells rape victims they did it to themselves. Any words I would have for this are obscene and full of hate, and I'm trying to cut down on that.

Mike Briggs eloquently debunks the popular arguments supporting piracy one by one.

an NYT article on female desire.

Patrick Stewart on domestic violence. Beautiful.

fiction_theory's lovely post about and containing links concerning the relationships between agents and new writers. Specifically it contains a link to this remark by an agent:

I rejected a manuscript that I had been seriously considering last week because upon a cursory online search, I found a LiveJournal post by the author badmouthing me and several of my colleagues for what she thought were excessive response times. Well, that blog post cost her representation from at least one agent. (OH, and it was a LOCKED LiveJournal post. You do know that Google Reader doesn't respect locked posts, right? Well, you do now.)

I feel like 'mind your damn manners jesus christ' should be sort of an acknowledged constant--ever heard of common courtesy, people? Especially in this type of scenario when you are asking a stranger to take a leap of faith. But entitlement, I have noted, is heavy in many young in America.

Also LOCKED POSTS ARE UNPROTECTED AAAAAAAH **terrified**

ETA: Falconesse with the math behind Harlequin’s vanity press: how many books you’d have to sell to break even, hidden costs, and the like. Recommended reading for anyone who wants to self-publish, vanity publish, or get published.

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Glee: Hairography

So let me get this straight: those precious abled Glee kids singing over another choir is supposed to be fucking heartwarming?

You know what would happen outside of TV land, if you just started singing over another choir's performance? Nothing good, let me assure you. How fucking rude and entitled can these people be? So now treating performers with complete disrespect and undermining their efforts is 'progressive?' Fuck you, Glee.

Not to mention my disgust with the epilepsy joke.

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Legend of the Seeker: now with 500% more delicious femslash! APPROVED. Okay, it's all subtext, but let me dream.



I've been reading books about World War II and the Vietnam war. Not the most pleasant, upbeat or rejuvenating of subject material. I feel a little worn out.

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Title: Legion
Author: Rei Mei Juunana
Fandom: Naruto, Naruto Shippuden
Pairing: None, in this snippet
Rating: PG

( Tick, and water dropping from the heart )

Title: Legion
Author: Rei Mei Juunana
Fandom: Naruto, Naruto Shippuden
Pairing: None, in this snippet
Rating: PG

( Who then waking in the prayers of flame )

Title: Legion
Author: Rei Mei Juunana
Fandom: Naruto, Naruto Shippuden
Rating: PG-13, for sexual contact
Pairings: Kiba/Sakura

( Has fleshed animals I never saw )

Title: Legion
Author: Rei Mei Juunana
Fandom: Naruto, Naruto Shippuden
Rating: PG, for mention of violence
Pairings: None in this snippet

( Now the wand and sceptre of the bone )

Title: Legion
Author: Rei Mei Juunana
Fandom: Naruto, Naruto Shippuden
Rating: PG, thus far
Pairings: None in this snippet

( When they come that shall lay me in the earth )