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bending_sickleIf you'd asked be fifteen minutes ago what today had been like, I would've said, "Pretty good, considering," but now it gets the "Utter, utter shit" verdict. What could have happened in fiftenn minutes to ruin the day, you wonder?
Well, picture me sitting on the floor with an ice pack on my knee because "it's just never been the same" and running sometimes makes it cry. Walking can also make it cry. So anywhere, I'm there, the ice is there, and I'm just about the finally get some mellow-time when I realize my keys - which I took with me running - are still on the bed, sans key chain. So I put the two little rings together and decide that it'd be a brilliant idea to just toss the keys over to my purse, what with them being keys and me having one-on-one time with the ice pack. So I toss them and ruin the day completely. "Why?" you ask again, slightly exasperated at this long-winded and overly-dramatic recounting. "Because," I reply, "the key chain broke."
It wasn't just any ol' key chain. It was an inukshuk key chain that looked like it was made of tiny little ice cubes. (It was actually this one exactly.) It was awesome, not just because it was a tiny little ice-cube-like inukshuk, but because it was Chip's inukshuk. In my head. Where fictional characters live. And of course by "Chip's" I mean, "the keychain Steve gave Chip before the apocalypse happened and Steve died and now it's the only thing Chip has left of Steve and he carries it in his pocket all the time even though the keys are useless 'cause he's never going to get back to Seattle, much less Vancouver, and it means things". So yeah. It broke.
But wait. It Got Worse.
I naturally tried to find all the little pieces of my now-bisected inuskshuk man, and didn't actually find them all. Regardless, superglue to the rescue! Except not so much because the teeny-tiny little corner I was trying to stick on didn't stick on right so I tried to pry it off and succeeded in doing so only after digging it under my nail, which meant I had blood pouring out from under my nail and down my thumb while I was struggling with a tiny superglue-ladden frosted-glass shard and balancing the open superglue miniature bottle between my toes.
I now have three superglued fingertips, a sad bandaged left thumb, and a mangled inukshuk.
And my knee still hurts.
So that's why today sucks.
But if you don't care about any of that, and in the fine tradition of staring new projects and leaving old ones to languish in despair, here's some Supernatural-meets-Buffy and True Blood-meets-Doctor Who fanart. Yays.
* Spike, BtVS
Well, picture me sitting on the floor with an ice pack on my knee because "it's just never been the same" and running sometimes makes it cry. Walking can also make it cry. So anywhere, I'm there, the ice is there, and I'm just about the finally get some mellow-time when I realize my keys - which I took with me running - are still on the bed, sans key chain. So I put the two little rings together and decide that it'd be a brilliant idea to just toss the keys over to my purse, what with them being keys and me having one-on-one time with the ice pack. So I toss them and ruin the day completely. "Why?" you ask again, slightly exasperated at this long-winded and overly-dramatic recounting. "Because," I reply, "the key chain broke."
It wasn't just any ol' key chain. It was an inukshuk key chain that looked like it was made of tiny little ice cubes. (It was actually this one exactly.) It was awesome, not just because it was a tiny little ice-cube-like inukshuk, but because it was Chip's inukshuk. In my head. Where fictional characters live. And of course by "Chip's" I mean, "the keychain Steve gave Chip before the apocalypse happened and Steve died and now it's the only thing Chip has left of Steve and he carries it in his pocket all the time even though the keys are useless 'cause he's never going to get back to Seattle, much less Vancouver, and it means things". So yeah. It broke.
But wait. It Got Worse.
I naturally tried to find all the little pieces of my now-bisected inuskshuk man, and didn't actually find them all. Regardless, superglue to the rescue! Except not so much because the teeny-tiny little corner I was trying to stick on didn't stick on right so I tried to pry it off and succeeded in doing so only after digging it under my nail, which meant I had blood pouring out from under my nail and down my thumb while I was struggling with a tiny superglue-ladden frosted-glass shard and balancing the open superglue miniature bottle between my toes.
I now have three superglued fingertips, a sad bandaged left thumb, and a mangled inukshuk.
And my knee still hurts.
So that's why today sucks.
But if you don't care about any of that, and in the fine tradition of staring new projects and leaving old ones to languish in despair, here's some Supernatural-meets-Buffy and True Blood-meets-Doctor Who fanart. Yays.
* Spike, BtVS
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Date: 2011-07-06 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-07 09:48 am (UTC)I am so sorry your lovely keychain broke and that you're all hurty now :( *huggles you* *cradles your hand* *pets your knee gently* *and everything else that hurts*
You know, to process this pain, you could let Chip break his keychain, too, and make all your readers cry from the resulting angst. :||||
On an unrelated note, I am so sorry I haven't written back yet! I really have no excuse :|
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Date: 2011-07-07 09:57 am (UTC)IDK what to feel D:
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Date: 2011-07-07 04:35 pm (UTC)...*breathes* I may have issues about this topic.
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Date: 2011-07-07 05:35 pm (UTC)I JUST WENT DDDDD: AT THAT BECAUSE... I mean, yeah, but no and ugh idk >:( I know it was said with humour, but especially Jared's interjection made me go... grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr but but NO.
I AM SO INCOHERENT RIGHT NOW
I APOLOGIZE there's nothing to be done about that right now .__.
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Date: 2011-07-07 06:55 pm (UTC)Then I was like
Then I thought about the people saying it and I was like
Then I thought about why they were saying that and I was like
So in conclusion I was like
Who needs coherency when there's GIFs?
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Date: 2011-07-07 08:09 pm (UTC)They're the ones calling the shots, after all. If a female character is weak, one-dimensional, lust-fodder or only-there-as-a-victim, it's their fault. And if fans don't like a character maybe there's something else to be done other than kill them dead.
Yes, exactly!!! (Three exclamation marks!) I went to grab a shower earlier and started thinking about this again and got so ANGRY at everything. THIS FUCKING SHOW I don't even know why I'm sticking with it anymore - I... can't just give up on it because, yeah, there is awesomeness to be had and I still love it and I adore the ensemble and all but - ugh, I seriously am exhausted just thinking about the shit the writers/whoever calls the shots are pulling. People have been addressing these issues for years, for Christ's sake. And still, it's our fault. WHAT ARE YOU, WRITERS, SOME KIND OF MINDLESS DRONES THAT WE CONTROL WITH OUR EVIL SEXIST POWERS OF DOOM? ARE WE ALL HATERS OF AFRICAN-AMERICAN PEOPLE AS WELL? AND LET ME GUESS, WE HATE OTHER MINORITIES, TOO.
so all i have left to say is
and thank you and goodbye
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Date: 2011-07-07 08:20 pm (UTC)"WHAT ARE YOU, WRITERS, SOME KIND OF MINDLESS DRONES THAT WE CONTROL WITH OUR EVIL SEXIST POWERS OF DOOM?" - Obviously not because where is the gay sexing?!? Oooh, they're all, "Let's give what the viewers want" when it's about getting rid of the non-white-and-male (did you notice Lisa's boyfriend was black? And lived all of 2 seconds? I did and I was displeased.). But when it's about adding ~*controversial*~ stuff? "Oh look! Crowley kissed guys! In a totally platonic, sorta-rapey, not-at-all-sexual way! How progressive."
I'll be here, watching, and trying not to think overmuch.
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Date: 2011-07-07 08:51 pm (UTC)I knew they'd kill him off the second I saw him :') Because GOD FORBID Dean's love interest find happiness WITHOUT DEAN. WITH A BLACK MAN. and don't even start with the homophobia :|
since i don't have an appropriate gif to express all that i'm feeling, i'll be leaving just this here
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Date: 2011-07-07 09:09 pm (UTC)...that dog. THAT DOG.
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Date: 2011-07-07 04:31 pm (UTC)Also! I've been meaning to tell you that if there's anything you want to know about any of the characters - like, "Did so-and-so ever do such-and-such?" - then ask away and I'll try to write it in. (Why yes, I am floundering for an overall story arc for this year's Nano.) But anyway, ask me anything about them.
Don't think I haven't noticed how you haven't written back! Every day I open my inbox and go :(
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Date: 2011-07-07 05:38 pm (UTC)I ALWAYS WANTED MORE CHIP AND STEVE BACKSTORY
WHAT ABOUT THEIR FAMILIES
AND WHAT DID STEVE DO
AND MORE STEVE
i am actually so sorry about this and everything but i am kinda unhinged sorry honey :(
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Date: 2011-07-07 05:50 pm (UTC)I was thinking more Chip/Steve so yays. Oh hey remember how Chip and Steve went to visit each other?!? *plots*
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Date: 2011-07-07 05:57 pm (UTC)UGH CANYON FOR MY CREYS TODAY
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Date: 2011-07-07 06:14 pm (UTC)But don't cry!
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Date: 2011-07-07 06:17 pm (UTC)idk what is happening to me
i'm making a sandwich now that'll calm me down
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Date: 2011-07-07 06:59 pm (UTC)...go. Make sandwich. LIKE A BOSS.
Oh gods I like haven't slept all week and today I was a zombie despite two coffees and my brain is mush and internet tropes and memes and oh look a kitteh!
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:10 pm (UTC)this is trufax me though, so don't even mind me ;) i'm crazy
*pets your hair gently* you should get some rest, sweets <3
heheh <3 sandwiches were had (never peanut butter though! germans don't eat peanut butter :P)
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:16 pm (UTC)germans don't eat peanut butter - o.0 Like, ever? Like, it's not sold? Like, if I were to go up to a German and say, "Hey, how'd you like that peanut butter?", they'd turn to me and gasp, saying, "Was meinst du? Butter? Auf Erdnuss? Du scherzt!" But possibly in better German and without having to look up the words in a translation dictionary because their vocabulary is just that sad.
(To be fair, I spend many years of my childhood wondering why all those kids in the books I read ate PB&J. Then I tried it. It's surprisingly deslish'.)
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Date: 2011-07-07 08:54 pm (UTC)DECAF IS EVIL!
<3<3
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Date: 2011-07-07 09:05 pm (UTC)See, caffeine usually doesn't do anything to me, like it won't even wake me up, and at most it will make me twitchy. Except when it does do something to me and then I GO INSANE with the jittery panic of MUST MOVE OMG THINGS ARE HAPPENING ACTION MOTION EEEE.
So that's why I drink decaf.
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:16 pm (UTC)I conjugate verb because I speaks English like good.
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Date: 2011-07-07 08:54 pm (UTC)sleep tight, darling heart! talk to you tomorrow?
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Date: 2011-07-07 09:06 pm (UTC)*also goes to sleep, because damn sleep deprivation is bad*
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Date: 2011-07-07 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-07 06:16 pm (UTC)and icarus of course
and more dean
:P
BASICALLY MORE PLEASE ♥ >>>>:DDDDDDD
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:08 pm (UTC)