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I ran across this Tumblr post about being entitled to financial compensation for having a visceral reaction to hearing "Carry On My Wayward Son" in public, and I made a silly addition, as one does.

Then something stirred in my deep memory and I remembered I'd made the joke I'd just made before.

Here, this is from my gdocs. It's the first two-and-a-bit pages of a story I wrote in 2012. I have no idea what the plot was going to be.

Title: PTSD Reaction to Sarah McLachlan (abandoned WIP)
Fandom: due South
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Rating: Teen and up
Summary: It took Ray two weeks on the trail to feel like if Fraser got abducted by aliens, he wouldn't necessarily die within the next ten minutes.
Notes: This is my experiment with writing a post-Call of the Wild story and I chickened out right when the plot kicks in, but the RayK voice makes me happy.

( It took Ray two weeks on the trail to feel like if Fraser got abducted by aliens, he wouldn't necessarily die within the next ten minutes. It wasn't the best feeling he'd ever had in his life, that dependence on somebody else for stuff like what to eat and how to pee without freezing off the family jewels, but he got used to it, worked through it, and got to thinking about how Fraser'd been depending on him and Vecchio for years for Chicago survival stuff. That thought took the edge off of the sheer unadulterated what the fuck of the Arctic. )

Current Mood: cold boy summer
Current Music: I'll take your breath away

senmut

1992, drawing ever closer to adulthood, pushing my boundaries with friends and lovers... Let's look at the cinema of that year? 24 films, and that was leaving several I saw completely off. Hmm. Okay, time to be choosy. Ten highlights.

~ Kuffs - Christian Slater was allowed to go ham with this one, and it was just fun. If you like Fourth Wall breaks, check it out.
~ My Cousin Vinny - MARISA TOMEI. +swoons+ Yeah, no, that's what I've got. It's a fun movie, some beloved actors but HOT DAMN.
~ Fern Gully: The Last Rainforest - 2nd, I think of the three Mathis/Slater flicks. They both rocked their roles, but come on. Tim Curry was given license to OOZE through his villainy.
~ Sister Act - Witness in hiding, musical numbers, nuns being awesome? CHECK. I loved it. Sequel too.
~ A League of Their Own - Geena Davis. Lori Petty. Lots o' ladies being badass at what they do. HELL to the YEAH. Sweet, funny, sad by turns.
~ Rapid Fire - Brandon Lee got me to watch it. Powers Boothe made it worthwhile. I swear Brandon worked screen chemistry with every costar he ever had...
~ School Ties - anyone who doesn't think Brendan Fraser can ACT in addition to being hunky adorable and athletic? PLEASE GO WATCH THIS. Warning for all the antisemitism. It's the point of the movie, to shove it in your face and try to make you open your eyes.
~ Bram Stoker's Dracula - I don't care how unfaithful to the book it was, I actually enjoyed the tragic love story/reincarnation angle. And the movie is PRETTY.
~ Aladdin - Robin Williams. Period. That is the sole reason I enjoy this film so much, sorry, shallow.
~ The Muppet Christmas Carol - Did not quite bump the George C Scott one out of favorite position, but I still loved the hell out of it. Caine did well by the Muppets.

senmut

Finding a Cousin (1181 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forgotten Realms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Original Half-Elf Character(s), Original Tiefling Character(s)
Additional Tags: Original Character(s) - Freeform, Family
Summary:

Draeden's a wandering tiefling, and is looking for a new adventuring party. What he finds is family.

Finding a Cousin

Draeden was actually impressed with the lack of attention given to him as he sauntered into Silverymoon to seek further opportunities. He completely understood why the most recent group had opted to go their own ways — humans and death-scares and all that — but it left him loose in the coin pouch to wander solely on his own.

His pale red skin and the twisting horns made it obvious he was of an often mistrusted species, and yet the squire had smiled and the two veteran guards had just nodded for him to proceed. Perhaps Silverymoon's reputation was warranted, or maybe they'd seen enough tieflings to know the odium was full of lies. It wasn't like he was a drow or something truly evil.

An inn called the Rusty Blade was recommended from one of his now former comrades, and that was where he took himself to. It was the kind of place that ran a tavern on the main floor, with rooms above and below, as they catered to all races… and dwarves could be odd about sleeping above ground at times. He paid up front for a room for three nights, hired a bath, and asked after meal time.

If he didn't find a band in three days needing a man of his skills, he'd move on to Everlund. It was rumored Harpers were in and out of that city, and where Harpers were, adventure (and profit) waited.

Until the meal, though, he planned to soak the last week out of his skin, polish his horns, oil his chafing tail, and generally be a pampered tiefling as best he could do without a suitable companion to aid him.

The meal was good, Draeden decided, if a bit higher on root-vegetables than he normally went for. The high number of elves present in the city probably influenced more vegetation being eaten. The bard was passable, playing rather than singing, and no doubt catching whispers of conversation to use as fodder.

Then the music was drowned out as the door opened and a striking half-elf in skirts, sword belt, and a tunic that looked like it cost a lordling's seasonal tax walked in to great acclaim from the regulars.

"Saer Kolarven, do you have the word of the skirmish for us?" the bard called out over the hearty greetings and cheers.

"Indeed, but can a poor servant of the city gain stew and ale before I set my tongue to wagging for you all?" the fighter said, voice not doing anything more than the mix of clothes did to settle a gender for Draeden. He was already writing the person off as an unlikely lead on adventures, hearing that quip, but something dragged his attention back, studying more closely.

Detail by detail, Draeden flicked through the clothing, the cut of hair and style of braids, the weapons, then the jewelry his keen eyes could make out —

— the teardrop dangling earring on one side. The glint and faceting was something native to Draeden's own family region, a particular way of working common stones into something pretty. It was an inexpensive bauble, so was out of place against the rest of Kolarven's garb.

When Kolarven finished eating the stew and theatrically took a massive drink of ale, Draeden caught the ripple of amusement that indicated this was common for the Knight. Listening to the pattern of speech, the inflections, all said 'elf-raised', but Draeden couldn't stop thinking that earring had significance.

He shifted at his table, raising his own mug in cheers to the final words of the tale of ending an orc raid, and made eye-contact, using every trick of his presence to make the Knight notice him. When Kolarven started moving through the people, gripping shoulders and quipping a few words with those they knew, Draeden saw the passage was aimed at his table, and half-smiled.

"Always up for new people catching my eye," Kolarven said as they dropped onto the bench beside Draeden.

"Well-met, saer," Draeden said in a friendly voice. "Draeden. Couldn't help but admire your myrrhina stone, as that style of working is from my family's region."

Kolarven reached up to touch the earring, eyes widening. "Might you know many of the families of that region?" they asked, reaching for casual and falling short. "Always meant to wander that way, but duty called me here."

"And why would you wander in that direction? Naught but farmers and stone-work," Draeden said. "One reason I venture out so far from there.

"But yes, I know most of the families, as there aren't many that don't tie back to mine in some way. On my mother's side, anyway."

Kolarven waved for a refill, for them both, and settled more on the bench. Prying ears and eyes turned away at some shift of the posture, and Draeden decided he could get used to a city that knew when to mind its own business.

"It was said that my father was from there, a man that adventured, and had unfinished business when his wounds had healed under my mother's care," Kolarven said, reciting a tale told to them no doubt. "A pair of these myrrhina stones were given to her, and when I came of age, she gave one to me."

"Know you his name?" Draeden asked, even as he felt a prickle of kinship. His own mother had been a wanderer and that was how she'd wooed a tiefling for his father. It seemed to run in the blood, to seek adventure and those least like themselves.

"He gave it as Thom of Hemslon, from that region, to her."

"Then we are kin, for Thom was my own mother's cousin," Draeden said, amused. "Fate steered me well, to know I have a gifted fighter for cousin in these lands."

"You say 'was' and while I know he was human — " Kolarven searched Draeden's face, and sighed at what was there.

"The unfinished business for a family matter, and another cousin dug the grave," Draeden said in sympathy. "He'd mentioned an elf lass, but the family did not know where."

Kolarven bowed their head a moment, then looked up with resolution at knowing. "At least I know then that he did mean to return but could not."

"That would be truth, for none of Hemslon let family be left behind, when it is known," Draeden promised. "I've sent two of my own children and their mothers back to have lives there. No doubt, they'll wander as I have, once they tire of soil and rock."

Kolarven laughed brightly at that. "I've none of my own, but should I meet yours, I'll treat them well, for we are family!"

Draeden raised his mug to that, and they both drank deeply.

"What brings you here?" Kolarven asked after.

"Looking for new adventures, and people to share them," Draeden answered honestly.

"Then I will have to introduce you to some of my friends… and hope you come here from time to time and share the tales!"

"I think, cousin, I will enjoy making Silverymoon a frequent resting place."

petra

You Can't Keep Me From Singing by Gordon MacDonald, Jr., a filk of How Can I Keep From Singing.

Reproduced here so if Mudcat keeps being impossible to search, I can find it again:
( Whenever I begin to sing there's rising agitation )

Current Mood: roaring
Current Music: But I don't bargain with a mob

lannamichaels

I'm not sure if it's a sign of improving mental health (less hoarding/control tendencies!) or a sign of worsening mental health (lack of interest/care about things) in that after discovering that, no, even logging in with my RSS reader to ao3 won't make archive-locked fics show up in RSS feed, my reaction is: eh, that's the author's problem that I never see their fic, not mine.

I fully disagree with a lot of the reasons people lock their fic on ao3 (especially the way many people on tumblr frame it as them being "forced" to do so) but hey, it's their decision.

Once upon a time, if you wanted people to see your fic, you would do things about it. Maybe you'd send it to a mailing list. Maybe you'd post on a LJ community.

And now what people seem to do a lot of is just post it to ao3 and never crosspost about it anywhere. Their assumption is, you'll see it on Ao3.

But I don't. Because a small one fandom archive, sure, I could look at it every so often and see the what's new.

But I'm following a lot of ao3 tags and I am not checking ao3 for 1) any locked fics, which don't show up in RSS, 2) any fics posted to collections which, because of changes ao3 made years ago, do not show up in the feed if there are 20 fics posted since that was posted.

And once upon a time, I was like "I need to see all these fics, especially ones in tiny fandoms I'd never see otherwise!"

And now I'm just like. Meh. That's their problem that I'll never see their fic, not mine.

Possibly this is because my "to read" list is so very very long and so is my author subscription emails that haven't been read yet.

But also it's like. If you make it hard for me to find your fic. Then you're just like those people back on LJ who would post a fic to a community with a note that they were going to friends-lock the fic after 3 days, and if you want to see previous ones in the series, you have to get them to add you to their friends list.

Because honestly why bother. If you're going to make it hard for me to read your fic, then clearly you don't want me personally to read it, and that's okay. There's plenty of others, from people who aren't making it hard.

Because, no, I am not going to be checking every single ao3 tag even monthly for archive locked/collections fics. I'm sure some people are checking them frequently. Those people will read your fic. And that's fine, honestly.

But I'm not putting in the work. And if I miss the world's great fic because I don't see it, then yeah, okay. That's fine. Go with god, do your own thing. Not my problem.

firecat

OK, who should be the next Bond? I’m impressed by the wide range of suggestions here. I especially liked the suggestion for Rege-Jean Page. No one mentioned Joseph Mawle, Edward Bluemel, Harry Lloyd, or Matthew Goode, though. Or Tobias Menzies!

What do you think?

Guardian readers make nominations for the next Bond

james_davis_nicoll

A schoolgirl abandons the UK's post-Brexit educational system for the comparative safety and comfort of a magical school designed to turn out magical soldiers in the war on eldritch horrors.

Vanya and the Wild Hunt (Vanya, volume 1) by Sangu Mandanna

senmut

Young Adventures (2426 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Forgotten Realms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alustriel Silverhand/Original Character(s)
Characters: Alustriel Silverhand, Andelver Aerasumé, Dolthauvin Aerasumé, Ghaelryss Aerasumé, Elinthalar Aerasumé, Original Elf Character(s)
Additional Tags: Coming of Age, Fluff, Family Bonding
Summary:

Tales of the Tall Ones youthful times.

New Chapter: Bo

One of these days, Sharrevaliir and his heart-brother would remember that an adult pegasus was not, actually, the best minder for a half-human child.

Boesild was only just hitting the gangly growth spurt that would likely have him towering over his father in due time.

The colt with him and Sharr's own pegasus, was just as gangly, nowhere near the more solid lines of a pegasus who had the right to choose to be away from their dam.

He wasn't being given a chance to disapprove, though, as Meryvin was nickering encouragingly, and Bo had the solid set of jaw and shoulders that said he was going to defend his actions.

"Where's the dam?" Sharr asked, choosing the less confrontational road.

"He doesn't have one any more," Bo told his father. "The herd was taking care of him." Meryvin tossed his head in agreement, and Sharr softened a bit. "Alright. But don't be surprised if Methri is a little odd; you're younger than he is, and he hasn't even gone to see if he can make a friend."

"I know. And I will not be a pest to him over it," Bo promised.

"Alright, let's go see if Mama has grains to be used for mashes, since he's so young." Sharr smiled at his son, and laid a hand on his shoulder as they went to do that, leaving the colt with Meryvin for now.

It was Korvallen in the kitchen when he heard a very suspicious sound in the main room of the family home. He had been apprised of Bo befriending a colt. He'd even decided that it was just as inevitable as Sharr fathering more children than Corellon Himself. What he did not expect was to step back into the room to see Bo coaxing the colt through the door.

"Bo." He kept his voice low, using the avuncular tone that he had so much practice with thanks to Elué and Charic both.

"Uncle?"

"Pegasi do not sleep in trees. Not even tree homes."

"But he might get scared without me!"

Kor met the boy's eyes from across the span of the room before answering. "Then you have to sleep where he sleeps, not the other way around."

Bo considered. Technically, if they remained directly under the tree's branches, he was allowed to be on the ground, and Meryvin would be with them.

"Yes, uncle."

Kor returned to his work in the kitchen, and only glanced back in when he heard Methri helping move something — a thing that turned out to be Bo's mattress. He smiled to himself and decided Sharr's boys were a law unto themselves, as always.

schneefink

I've barely scratched the surface of the massive MCYT AUfest Battleship works bounty, but I'll be leaving for a week-long vacation with my gf at my grandparents' tomorrow so here's part 1 of recs. 11x fic, 1x webweave, 3x comics/art; a wild mix of AUs and genres and pairings, mostly for Hermitcraft, some Life Series, DSMP, QSMP.

( 11x fic, 1x webweave, 3x art )

james_davis_nicoll

People adopt very different strategies when it comes to making up for mistakes.

Five SFF Stories About Making Amends

james_davis_nicoll

What could possibly go wrong with a little harmless Satanism between friends?

Golem100 by Alfred Bester

selenak

As far as musical biopics go, they tend to be more of a miss than a win in many cases, with the plus side that at least you, potential watcher, get to listen to some good music even if the script fails. There are exceptions, i.e. films where both the music is good and the film doesn’t feel like a visualized wikipedia entry, for example, Love & Mercy, which escapes the formula by picking two distinctly different and important eras of Brian Wilson’s life instead of his whole life, with 1960s Brian on the verge of creating his masterpiece and having a mental breakdown played by Paul Dano and 1980s Brian, in the power of a ruthless exploitative doctor but about to freed via encountering his second wife, by John Cusack. The performances are great, the different eras are poignantly commenting on each other, and even were Brian Wilson a fictional character, the film would be worth watching. If Love & Mercy wins for originality with the template, Walk the Line (about Johnny Cash) wins for doing the formula expertly, in fact so well it became endlessly copied and parodied thereafter. James Mangold, who directed Walk the Line to a lot of commercial and critical success back in the day, waited for near two decades before going near another musical biopic again, but he did last year, resulting in A Complete Unknown, starring Timothee Chalamet as Bob Dylan, which courtesy of the Mouse channel I have now watched.

( You who are so good with words and at keeping things vague )

All in all: good, very good, though not great. But it’s the first film in a while where I absolutely want to have the soundtrack.

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Location: On the train

rydra_wong

https://www.thepinknews.com/2025/06/25/trans-westminster-lobby-ehrc/

The organizers are estimating circa 900 people showed up, putting it on a par with the biggest LGBTQ+ lobbies ever (against Section 28).

Outstanding work from the Trans+ Solidarity Alliance, who also organized the legal briefing for MPs in May:

https://www.attitude.co.uk/news/trans-legal-experts-warn-supreme-court-ruling-could-be-breaching-human-rights-in-parliamentary-briefing-483801/

You can support them and get the "Maybe I'm trans?" badges or just support them without badges:

https://www.crowdfunder.co.uk/p/maybe-im-trans
https://www.crowdfunder.co.uk/p/solidarity-projects-campaigns-fund

senmut

Expert on Loan (300 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who, Stargate SG-1
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Tegan Jovanka, Samantha "Sam" Carter
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Triple Drabble
Summary:

Sam is waiting for UNIT's adviser.

Expert on Loan

Sam Carter didn't quite know what to expect as she waited for a so-called civilian adviser at an upper level of the base. She was still not fully in the loop concerning recent alliances with a paramilitary and scientific project out of the United Kingdom that called themselves UNIT. That the two groups had agreed, provisionally, to assist one another in research about alien encounters was good enough for General Landry to extend courtesy of the base to this adviser.

An airman finally brought the adviser to her, and Sam had studied the woman as she walked in. Mature, short hair, functional but feminine outfit and make-up as well as shoes that wouldn't break her neck if she started running was a good start. The woman gave a smile that Sam could only term as 'professional' to the airman, before sizing Sam up with knowing eyes.

"Tegan Jovanka, and you're Sam Carter. You're my liaison here, and I've been asked to work with you on deciphering petroglyphs from the Outback. Warning you now, I don't much care for ranks and military nonsense," she said firmly. "Kate's father was about the only one I ever respected enough to grant his rank to him."

Sam laughed, even as she ran that against what she had been told of this partnership. This woman had to mean the head of that project, as it had been more militaristic under the current leader's father.

"Some people will be testy about it, but not me. I only insist with jackass men that just see a pair of tits," Sam said, going for informal and brassy… and felt the other woman shift gears, the smile becoming something more real and warm.

"A good way to do it," Tegan told her. "Let's go get me settled, then work!"

senmut

Plans for Reconciliation (300 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Amanda Grayson
Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, Introspection
Summary:

Amanda is reviewing the data, and planning.

Plans for Reconciliation

It was not, she decided for her own sanity, a matter of pride. Pride implied emotion, and Sarek was a man who never, ever let emotion rule his life. Amanda's mouth almost twitched into a smile, remembering their courtship, and how carefully controlled he had been, belying that 'fact' of her husband's existence.

Given that Sarek was firmly wedded to the concept of the Federation, a bastion of support as more systems were explored and invited to join them, it was not that aspect causing this fracture of family unity.

She was certain that Sarek had merely mapped out a logical path of progression for their son, and was struggling with the consequences of Spock choosing a different path. The echoes of his first son had no doubt pushed him to look at himself, placing blame there, even as he rejected Spock's choices as illogical.

Blame was another emotionally tinged word, less clinical than 'fault' or 'error', and yet Amanda did have some awareness of her husband's need to seek perfection in all things. To have a second child reject the clear path ahead was a data point too many in Sarek's calculations of the universe.

It could also, she conceded, be that Spock's choice of Starfleet, not aboard a Vulcan science vessel, would put their son in the path of having to choose violence, something her husband rejected deeply. He fully embraced Surak's teachings, and saw force of arms as a barbaric necessity at best.

Amanda would have to carefully follow Spock's career, as the deeds he would perform came to light, so that when — and she knew eventually it would happen — Sarek capitulated to the choice, she could show him their son's commitment to avoiding violence as much as possible.

Yes, she would do that, for their reconciliation.

petra

June 25th is Yuri Day in Japan, and, why not, here too.

If you would like a drabble or poem of f/f in a fandom I know, please prompt me! Crossovers, rare or never-before-conceived-of pairings, all are welcome.

Since today is Yuri Day, male characters are not invited to today's prompts, even Rule 63'ed. As a caveat, I would technically accept Thirteenth Doctor prompts under that stricture as the Doctor is genderfluid, but since I only saw a few episodes of Thirteen, I don't have much to say about her.

Ideally, leave me: Poem or Drabble, Fandom(s), Character/Character, Prompt.

Feel free to spread the word.

james_davis_nicoll

His Majesty the Worm, a megadungeon-crawling fantasy roleplaying game from Josh McCrowell at Rise Up Comus.

Bundle of Holding: His Majesty the Worm

james_davis_nicoll

Each would-be pet owner gets three simple rules for taking care of the exotic animals Count D supplies. How hard could it possibly be to follow three simple rules?

Pet Shop of Horrors, volume 1 by Matsuri Akino

james_davis_nicoll

Silverside Station attracts the rich, the famous, and the bizarre, as well as two Allowed Burglars bent on flamboyant larceny.

House of Shards (Drake Maijstral, volume 2) by Walter Jon Williams

birdylion

I got a lovely piece of art, Josephine/Cassandra! Here

Creators for

everythingisfemslashex have been revealed so I can talk about it: I wrote a Gelphie-fic for the Wicked movie. My recipient liked fluff, slice of life, romance tropes. Here's what I wrote:

A Giddy, Whirly, Leaping Heart

Fandom:
Wicked (Movie 2024)
Relationship:
Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland
Additional Tags:
Feelings Realization, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, POV Galinda Upland, Oblivious Galinda Upland
Words:
3,115
Summary:
An upcoming school trip shakes the friendship between Elphaba and Galinda in unexpected ways.

( Read more... )

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PTSD Reaction to Sarah McLachlan - due South story, INCOMPLETE, story amnesty

Fandom Fifty: #18

Forgotten Realms OC fic

You Can't Keep Me From Singing - someone else's filk

fanfiction as it is done

The next Bond?

Vanya and the Wild Hunt (Vanya, volume 1) by Sangu Mandanna

Young Adventures: Chapter 3 is new

June recs: MCYT Battleship 2025 part 1 (15 works)

Five SFF Stories About Making Amends

Golem100 by Alfred Bester

Film Review: A Complete Unknown

Looks like the mass lobby got NUMBERS \o/

SqWA Fundraiser: SG-1 & Doctor Who

SqWA Fundraiser: ST:TOS

Happy Yuri Day!

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Pet Shop of Horrors, volume 1 by Matsuri Akino

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