the lack of notes is unnerving.
I don’t usually reblog “reblog ifs”, but when I do, it’s a message I can get behind.
Fanfic time: Misfits part 39
Continued from yesterday:
Such a crack could have ended the universe.
It could have very well ended Sara.
Todd stood, watching Logan reel under the force of the blow. His feet were rooted to the spot as the canuck staggered backwards.
Everyone was holding their breath.
Logan regained his footing. Straightened himself. Then, calm and cold as ice, put his jaw back into its socket.
{krik'l… *Krak*!}
“Lady Favisham’s girl, anh?” he said.
Sara, her hands over
Read more »" Always remember that anything bad that happens is someone/thing else's fault. Keep away from blaming yourself :)" I don't necessarily...
I did have a lot of trouble articulating that thought. It’s hard to say “your cats health is not your fault” without using ‘not’. Yes, acknowledge personal screw-ups. But don’t beat yourself up because it’s counter-productive. Learn and grow instead. If there’s nothing you can/could/are capable of do(ing), acknowledge that too.
Read more »Fanfic time: Misfits part 38
Continued from yesterday:
It was the first five-course meal the Mansion had had in well over two decades. It was also the first meal with a significant portion of the brotherhood present. Tensions should have been high, yet there was amiable chatter between the two teams.
Fred was talking about some of the fun he’d had in the truck rallies, Lance had struck up a conversation with *Scott* - of all people - comparing foster homes, the food, the amenities,
Read more »Male Privilege in the Media: Hart of Dixie
I like entertainment as much as anyone else, but I’m afraid I’m getting very jaded. Possibly more so now than ever as I round the horn into middle age and everything available just looks increasingly like More of the Same.
I objected to Big Brother when it was new. To my eyes, reality television is neither reality nor television. Just like white chocolate is neither white nor chocolate.
Anyway, onwards to my actual point.
I have, until recently,
Read more »I've been working on a cypher
It’s for a book. Honest.
Nothing nefarious going on here, no sir.
Now, given my limited brains on the subject, I thought the wise thing to do was encode something with my cypher and let the internet geniuses out there try and crack it.
So here’s the encoded text:
Raewadmzpeqhqzkudlmsaairmjqdlndafradjazjuexbagvarag'narjanlba'xbafrirqvaYvoregv'naqqrqvxngrqgbkrcebcbfvlbakngnyzranexerngrqrxjny*Abjjrnerratnwrqvantengfvivyjb'grfgvatjrkreknganlba'benavanlbafbxbafrirqnaqfbqrqvxngrq'xnaybatraqhe*Jrnezrgbantergongy|svyqbskngjb*Jrunixbzgbqrqvxngncbelbabigungsvyq'nmnsvanyerfgvatcynfsbkbmuhuvetnikreyvimkngknganlbazvgyvi*Vgvmnygbtrkresvgvatnaqcebcrkngjrlhqqbkvf*Ohg'vanynewrfraf'jrpnaabgqrqvxng||jrpnaabgxbafrxeng||jrxnaabgunyb||kvftebjaq*Kroenizra'yvivatnaqqrq'jubfgehtyquve'unixbafrxengrqvg'snnobibjcbecbjrgbnqbeqrgenxg*Krjreyqjvyyvgyabg'abeybaterzrzorjngjrfnvuve'ohgvgxnaarirsbetrgjngkrlqvquve*Vgvmsbehfguryvivat'enkre'gborqrqvxngrquvegbkrhasvavlrqjrexjvpkrvuhsbguveunikhfsnfbaboyvnqinafq*Vgvmenkresbhfgboruveqrqvxngrqgbkrterggnfxerzravatorsbehf||kngsebzkrfrbabeqqrqjrgnxvaxerfqqriblbagbkngpbmsbjvpkrltnikrynfgshyzrmhebsqriblba||kngjruveuvyvermbyikngkrfrqrqlnyabguniqvqvaira||kngkvfanlba'haqrTbq'lnyuninahorekbiserqbz||naqkngtbirezragbikrcrcy'ovkrcrcy'sbkrcrcy'lnyabgcrevlsebzkrrek*
What say you all? Crackable? Uncrackable?
Read more »Fanfic time: Misfits part 37
Continued from yesterday:
She was still asleep. Still motionless and pale. Xavier had positioned himself on one side of her bed.
Todd took up her hand on the other side, made himself as comfortable as he could on the visitor’s chair, and held her hand against his cheek.
“Be strong, baby,” he whispered.
Xavier frowned. “What you’re doing could be dangerous,” he warned.
“Ain’t leavin’ her,” he said. His
Read more »Fanfic time: Misfits part 36
Warning: This episode contains depictions of a mental/emotional meltdown.
Continued from yesterday:
Sara didn’t know why she continued to argue her case, but she did. “Adrian Essel doesn’t *exist*,” she protested. “Do I have to provide documentation? DNA? A *physical*?"
"Paying attention in class is more than sufficient, Mr Essel. You are on my rolls as Adrian Essel, and Adrian Essel you shall remain."
_Joy. A freaking beaurocrat._
They entered the
Read more »The seasons are changing...
Lucky America [and possibly most of the northern hemisphere], you get things like spring and autumn. You get a gradual and even picturesque seague into the warmer or colder weather.
Not Australia.
In Australia, Nature [who I am frequently reminded is a Mother] just flicks a switch between winter [biting cold, lazy winds, and the sort of rain that was trying for sleet but couldn’t be bothered] and summer [Searing heat, bone-dry droughts interspersed with the kinds of floods that
Read more »Fanfic time: Misfits part 35
Continued from yesterday:
“I thought I’d find you two together,” said Jean.
Sara looked up. “Let me guess. My guide."
"Pretty much,” said Jean. “You’re in about three of my classes, and only one of his, so… What are you doing to your schedule?"
"Making it the easy-read version, yo,” said Todd. “Man, I’m'a do this next year. It’s awesome."
"
Read more »Every woman on the planet should have a small printer in her purse that churns out these things.
Every woman on the planet should have a small printer in her purse that churns out these things.
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Fanfic time: Misfits part 34
Continued from yesterday:
Logan found her, still in her date gear, and still in basement five. She was adding plaster to a lumpish shape in the middle of the floor.
At least she’d put down a drop-cloth.
“You’re gonna ruin that dress, Tallwater."
"It won’t fit for very much longer, anyway,” she said, wrapping wet plaster and gauze around some rods between the clay teeth. “It’s had its second
Read more »Fanfic time: Misfits part 33
Continued from yesterday:
The moon glowed, half-behind the passing cloud, and the fireflies danced in the air around them. Her scales felt smooth, like textured glass, yet were warm and alive under his fingers. And against his cheek.
{POP!}
They both shrieked.
“Oh. That darned cork…” Sara panted, gesturing at the bottle that was now curling vapours out of its neck. “I loosened it before we -ah- found something to discuss."
”…‘kinell,“ Todd
Read more »bigbigtruck: bobbyfinger: [TW: assault] That guy in the cap and glasses beat up Mike Soret and Andrew Oppleman in front of Roppolo's Pizza...
Read more »[TW: assault] That guy in the cap and glasses beat up Mike Soret and Andrew Oppleman in front of Roppolo’s Pizza during Pride Week in Austin. Andrew was thrown to the ground. Mike lost eight teeth. They “believe they were attacked because of their sexual orientation.”
Any of my Austin followers recognize that guy? If you do, let the APD know. Sure, it’s a long shot, but come on - how many slices of Roppolo’s flavorless, overpriced
Fanfic time: Misfits part 32
Continued from yesterday:
“Huh,” said Logan as the machine rose perfectly and with more than a hint of grace. “How ‘bout that…"
Todd grinned like a bastard. He could *do* something. He was *worth* something.
Wow.
He shouldn’t have said it, but he was feeling cocky. "Y'got anythin’ else, yo?"
"Garage,” said Logan, leading the way.
It was a long walk without many hints of daylight. “Hey, yo&
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