Since I've always been multifannish - for those of you who haven't heard my fannish origins story eleventy million times, this is the short version: I began lurking on alt.tv.homicide in November 1997, posting there in February 1998, and then posting in alt.tv.buffy-v-slayer sometime shortly after "Becoming 2" aired, so May 1998, and I didn't start writing fanfic myself until June 2000 (and didn't post anything until September 2000, in XMM fandom), though I was reading sporadically in HLotS and BtVS and more regularly in The West Wing, and it was the WW writers whom I tried to emulate when I began writing fic, though I was writing in a completely different fandom.
(I suppose I should also note here that Jenn is discussing slash fandom and I am...not. Mainly because I don't see myself as a member of slash fandom so much as a member of Capital F Fandom who likes slash [both m/m and f/f], and also because I think the discussion is applicable to het fandom [I haven't read enough gen outside of SPN and Firefly to really be able to speak to if/when/how it's different now]. I deleted a longer, crankier aside, for which you should be grateful.)
So for me, there was already that cross-pollination. It didn't matter that I was writing Logan/Rogue, or Charles/Erik, and those writers were writing CJ/Toby or Josh/Sam or Josh/Donna - I wanted to write like them (there were, of course, writers in other fandoms I tried to emulate as well, but there were just more of them in WW), regardless of what was going on in my particular fandom at the time.
I also, and I'm still not sure this is the virtue I like to think it is, tend to have a really strong anti-fanon reaction, at least to fanon I think is dumb (and so, so much of it is, in every fandom I've been in), so that one of the earliest Remus/Sirius stories I wrote is basically me mocking the idea of "werewolves mate for life" that was so very prevalent in Remus/Sirius fic at the time I got obsessed with them.
That was spring 2003, and it was just as the major transition from mailing list to LJ was taking place, at least in my fannish circles - I was in SV when the move began, so I got onto LJ fairly early fannishly speaking, though for months most of what I spoke of fannishly was over in the diaryland diary - and it was a blessing to me, because I felt really out of place on the very large and yet apparently homogeneous SBRL mailing list (and, to be honest, where my stories sank like stones, even the ones that weren't poking fun at what was apparently a majority preference in terms of characterization).
Without the burgeoning HP fannish community on LJ, and the ability to build my own personal list of like-minded R/S fans, I doubt I would have stuck around that particular fandom very long, because it wasn't giving me, in that configuration, what I wanted. (Tangentially, the great thing about being polyfannish is that when one fandom isn't giving you what you want, there are always others that can fill in for short periods of time.)
So I think multifannishness is a great thing and I encourage it, but that wasn't the point I was trying to make, which I think I lost somewhere along the way.
One of the comments in Jenn's post talked about how fragmented SPN is as a fandom, and I really don't see that, not in the way it was framed there - on LJ, I think SPN is pretty easy to navigate, at least structure-wise. Because it only has two main characters and one main pairing, it doesn't have the vast unnavigable sprawl of HP (or other fandoms with large ensembles - remember how BtVS used to be organized in zones/guilds? remember webrings? Jesus. Do people still do that?). Yes, there is a divide between people who don't like Wincest and those who do, and possibly one between those who like RPF and those who don't, but I don't think they're nearly as sharp as all the repetitive wank has made them out to be.
And maybe it's because I write and read Wincest in addition to gen and het (though, oddly enough, I am not interested in non-Wincest slash), so I mostly interact with people on all sides of the debate (which I am so not interested in revisiting), and I think there are obviously clusters of fans who group together, as there are in any fandom, but I don't think structurally, SPN is that fragmented - there's
I mean, SPN fandom has its issues, and there are difficulties to be navigated, but I don't think they arise from the decentralized structure. I can't speak to the off-LJ stuff, though I know it exists. Maybe it's different there. But as someone who came to the fandom after season 1, when it was already established, I didn't find it hard to figure out where to post (though if it were my first fandom, or I were new to LJ, that might be different, but that would go for any fandom, I think). Intimidating, because new fandoms always are, but not confusing on the structural level.
Hmmm...
I just ate an amazingly sweet handful of cherries and now I must have lunch.
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hungry - Music:Come Back - Pearl Jam
Whenever i get done writing this post, i’m going to be heading off to Walmart. You see, i need to get new pants. I have several pairs of pants, all roughly the same size. I used to have some nice elastic pajama pants, but they’ve disappeared into the laundry black hole that we seem to have in this house.
My pants don’t fit anymore. They’re too small. Uncomfortable, yes, but with fibro it tends to mean more than just uncomfy. I’ve been feeling my tailbone complaining about the way the tightness around my waist has changed the way i sit. The skin on my stomach and thighs feels sunburned from chafe.
What i haven’t been talking about here (partly because i am superstitious and partly because i feel oogy talking about things that make me angsty) is that i had to go for an ultrasound the other day. Lemme bring you up to speed on that. Months ago, when i found my awesome doc, she did a full blood panel. Everything came back fine except one liver enzyme - which, in and of itself, is unusual. When there’s a problem, it’s odd that only one of the liver enzymes should come back off (so she tells me - i know jack about this stuff). We figured maybe it was the supplements or the insane amount of OTC painkillers i’d been taking for the sciatica pain. She said we’d test again in a month and go from there.
A month later, we do another blood test - still just that one number off. Next up was a liver serology, to test for hepatitis antibodies. That also came back clear. So in the name of “better safe than sorry”, she decided it was time for an ultrasound of my liver, gallbladder and kidneys to see if there was anything of note. There was nothing of note. At this point, we test again in the fall and if it’s still off, she’ll refer me to a specialist, because she can’t find anything wrong with me - and it’s not for lack of looking.
But during the ultrasound? That man was pushing into my belly so hard, i think i might have cried if i had less of a pain tolerance than i do. There were a few times when it hurt so bad, i found my entire body tensed up and my toes started wiggling automatically (interesting side note: when i’m in pain, it somehow helps to wiggle my toes; i have no idea why this is - maybe it’s just something else to focus on). Whenever i noticed this, i would go limp, ragdoll style; as weird as it sounds, when in pain, the best thing to do is NOT tense up - so while it can be damn near impossible to relax, it’s necessary to help relieve the pain. I’ve trained myself so well at this that whenever i’m in a lot of pain, i go all noodly without even thinking about it.
Almost half an hour of that left my poor belly bruised up and sore to the touch. Which made me that much more aware of my belly, which made me that much more aware of the size of my belly. No doubt it was at least partially swollen from the bruising, but a week later, there’s no denying that i’ve gained weight in the past few months.
Yesterday, i was pondering all of this and then some. And it occurred to me that weight gain is listed as a possible side effect of amitriptyline, which i take for my fibromyalgia.
While my admittedly un-PC self balks somewhat at the whole privilege thing*, being well is a privilege. Being healthy (at any size) is a luxury. Being able to exercise at all (be it walking, yoga, bike riding, swimming, belly dancing - all of which i used to be able to enjoy) is a luxury. Being able to go through a single day without taking a single pill is a luxury that i just don’t have. The amitriptyline helps in that when i take it, my fibro doesn’t get better, but it doesn’t get worse. Sometimes Not Getting Worse is a form of progress.
This isn’t me saying that maybe i should stop taking my meds because of a relatively irrelevant side effect. This isn’t me saying i should bathe in magical unicorn pee (nudemuse, i so adore you for that phrase) to lose weight. This also isn’t me feeling sorry for myself.
This is me saying that if it’s a trade off between feeling physically better(ish) and not gaining weight? Easy call. If taking that little tiny pill every night means i feel better but gain a bit of weight, then i keep taking that little tiny pill every night, because it makes me hurt less - or at least, i don’t start hurting more. The fibro is a threat to my well-being, and according to my doctor and her thorough testing, my size is not a problem.
And on that note? I’m going to go buy myself some pants that damn well fit. I will neither apologize nor feel ashamed about it. And then i’m going to brainstorm on how to make myself more comfortable with the changing shape of my body. Because while i can accept my size on an intellectual level, the (admittedly wonky as of late) emotional side is having problems coping.
* - mostly because you cannot tell what sort of privileges a person does or does not enjoy by just looking at them, and judging anyone by what they are on the outside is wrong, no matter what side of the equation you’re on. And anyone reading this is welcome to think i’m an asshole for it, but it’s not up for discussion.
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Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: 29,268
Summary: Jared is the son of the Ackles family's chauffeur, and has been in love with Sandra, the Ackles's adopted daughter, all his life. He goes to London to find himself, and comes back a changed man. Sandra falls in love with him at long last, threatening her financially advantageous engagement to Jeffrey Dean Morgan, the heir of Morgan Industries. Jensen, her older brother and the CEO of the Ackles Corporation, must devise a plan to keep Sandra and Jared apart so his carefully plotted merger can go through as intended. His own machinations backfire, however, as he learns the meaning of love, selflessness, and what it's like to truly need someone else.
Warnings: Extreme schmoop.
Disclaimer: Only a product of my fevered imagination. All recognizable lines (including the title) are "borrowed" from Sabrina, the 1995 film, starring Harrison Ford and Julia Ormond, or from the 1954 film, starring Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart, both by Paramount. All brands and locations belong to their creators, etc.
Notes: Written for Sweet Charity for the extremely generous and patient
( The Last of the Romantics )
- Mood:accomplished
I'm looking for information on what urban and classic mythology my 1990's Manchester England street kid character might have run into, particularly 'modern mythology' aka urban legends. I'm less interested in "one shot story" type legends like The Choking Doberman and more interested in things like Black-Eyed Children, the Men in Black (I'm specifically interested in those two), Changlings, etc. Also, given the significant cross-cultural influence of India, is it likely that street kids might have run into some version of indian fairy tales or mythology, gods, and so on?
The purpose of all this is to create a mixed, warped street mythology - a Manchester England version of Myths over Miami, if I can manage it. I don't need details of the legends/stories; I just need an idea of what elements to throw into the pot. Some fudging of dates is fine - anything that would have been around from the 70s to the late 90s.
Thanks!
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"Is this Susan?" asked a young female voice.
She didn't sound like she was in a roomful of telemarketers, so I went ahead and said, "Yes, who's calling?"
She said, "I'm calling from CVS about some prescriptions that need to be filled." She mentioned a prescription I refill every month and an asthma spray that I stopped using when one day, when I went to pick it up, they wanted something in the range of two hundred dollars rather than the forty I was used to paying, because I'd changed plans within my insurance company and this plan didn't cover it. That was a bummer, but I use a substitute they do cover instead. This happened months ago.
I explained about the asthma spray, and she said, "So, just the other?"
I've got plenty of pills left, so I asked, "Is it that you need to call my doctor in order to be able to refill next time?"
She said, "No, CVS wants patients to be compliant with their meds and wants them to fill their medicines on time."
You know, this makes me angry. It feels like a small moment that is a microcosm of a big, persistent problem in the way health care is perceived and practiced, in my experience. My impression here is that what CVS wants is to make as much money as possible filling prescriptions (and that a rainy fifth of July might be a slow retail day at the drug counter). But, even though they were seeking me out to press me to order drugs that I don't need, the explanation for why they were doing that was framed in terms of concern about my "compliance" or lack thereof.
That's insulting. It's shaming. It's a nasty paternalistic lie which serves as a poor smokescreen for the profit motive. And -- along with the genuine, serious and often skilled desire to help people live fuller, longer, more delicious lives in our mortal bodies -- I feel this kind of shaming disingenuousness as a dangerous element in many of my interactions (most where I am visible as fat) with healthcare.
It's not helpful. And I won't be going in to the drugstore today to pick up a med.
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Oak apples are the wasp galls that eighteenth century folks like Jonathan Edwards used to make ink.
I just accidently touched one with a wet finger, then touched it to my tongue. It burned.
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When/ where: Current era, Alt. universe, Chicago,IL, USA
terms googled:Solifugae sounds, Solifugae noises, Solifugae. Solefuge sounds, ect.
So i'm researching for an urban fantasy piece. In it i'm using solifugae and Peruvian Giant Centipedes to make holes in the vale between the solid world and the astral world.
I read in multiple articles that Solifugae they have a high pitched rattle sound they make, but i cannot find a recording or more detailed description.
Does anyone know anything about the sound? or is it just a myth like the screaming? bonus points to anyone who manages to find me a recording.
this one is harder to google. but what would be on the floor of a really cheep apartment? (chicago,IL, USA, current era) Carpet? synthetic wood?
(googled: cheep apartment floors, cheep apartment)
- Mood:productive
- Music:Para-noir - Marilyn MansonSolifugae
I hope everyone, regardless of nationality, had a lovely day yesterday. While I generally love the 4th of July, I had kind of a cruddy day. To make up for it, and a lot of the time I spend worrying (because if I don’t worry about something the world will end), I booked an appointment tomorrow with a local day spa for some massage and pampering.
One of the things I did, as I made my appointment, was ask about the size range of their robes. “Oh, we want everyone to feel comfortable so we have everything from an XS to a 4X.” These are mens sizes, so I’m pretty confident that there will be a robe to accommodate my girth.
And while that doesn’t actually encompass EVERYONE, it’s better than some other spas I have called.
I went to a spa in upstate New York that had abandoned the use of robes altogether. They wrapped their guests in sheets. It was actually pretty much the most awesome thing ever.
Massage can be a touchy subject (pun fully intended) for fat people who have varying degrees of body shame. Even if you don’t hate your body, being naked on a table while someone else rubs your muscles can be a bit of a stressful situation - it’s vulnerable at best and, at worst, a nightmarish invitation to ridicule.
But I encourage fatties to indulge in massage. In a spa, in your home, whatev. It feels really good and, as a side benefit, really helps to center you in your body. Massage is all about experiencing the body, but in a nonsexual way. It is, unless you have an asshole massage therapist (and while they exist I think the profession tends to attract non-assholes for the most part), a nonjudgemental atmosphere.
In addition to the vulnerability engendered by the position you’re in, there is also the “being the center of attention” aspect that freaks some people out. You and your body are the focus of this exercise, for however long it lasts, be it for half an hour or two hours. If you’ve spent your life trying to be as invisible as possible, it can be hard. But it really is worth it. You are worth the attention.
If you don’t think you can handle the massage option, take yourself out for a manicure and/or spa pedicure. All your clothes will stay on and you’ll still be doing something nice for yourself.
It’s super cheesy, but treating my body well in a variety of ways - whether that means eating when I am hungry or getting a nice hair cut - reminds me to treat it well when I look at it, too. I treat myself, when I can afford it, to these sorts of things because my body deserves to be treated. My body is capable of relaxation (even though I am not very good at it) and comfort and feeling good. I, as a person, deserve those feelings.
So do you.
TITLE: Raiden is Jack is Raiden
RATING: PG
WORDS: 137
NOTES: The character pictured is from 'Metal Gear Solid', but seeing as I am completely oblivious to the workings of MGS, this piece cannot be said to bear any relation to MSG.
( Raiden is Jack is Raiden )
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What were you even thinking?
Author:
Rating: PG
Characters: Jared/Jensen
Summary: Jensen makes some thinking a moment before Jared arrives in S4 set.
Disclaimer: Not own them, unfortunately.
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