Penis Hats

Jul. 9th, 2012 09:50 pm
tsukinofaerii: Darcy (Thor: Darcy)
So I finally posted that one fic, the one that was for pure funsies and had absolutely no redeeming value. Yep. [personal profile] valtyr was kind enough to give it an eye for SPaG errors, but I asked her not to sweat plot, coherence or anything similar. It was fun to write, and I saw no reason to try and pretend it was a decent story.

I blame everyone who encouraged me in this. You know who you are.

Gangráðr, Faðmbyggvir Friggjar
(Alternately, Odin Has A Lot of Funny Names That Can Sound Like A Deep and Meaningful Title When Strung Together)
Not Rated
Pairings: Thor/Jane. Background Steve/Tony, Bruce/Betty. Others.
Warnings: Terrible humor, blatant abuse of ancient cultures and sex under the influence of alcohol.
Summary: Less than a week before her wedding, Frigga warns Jane of ancient Asgardian rituals she and Thor must undergo before her marriage ceremony. Jane and Thor call on their friends for help as they face what might be the challenge of their lives.
tsukinofaerii: Missing: Presumed Nekkid (Missing: Presumed Nekkid)
And I can finally admit to having written the hookerfic (which was nearly its name, until [personal profile] valtyr fell upon the idea of Harlequin as a model). I'm sure you're all shocked and possibly appalled. Now, to explain all the things about this fic I've been dying to babble about.
And here's how it happened... )
Anyway, there's my needless ramble. (squishes this fic) I feel like it might be in bad taste to like a fic of your own, but I really love this one, and I can only hope [personal profile] derryderrydown likes it as much as I liked writing it.
tsukinofaerii: Baby that is not a righteous groove (righteous groove)
Holy fuck it's been a while since I posted here. This is mostly because health and work have been teaming up to kick my ass. No lie. If you follow me on Twitter, it's been a roller coaster of "I hate teachers FML" and "sick again FML". Unfortunately, this little thing called Faerii Needs A Paycheck guarantees that being falling-over ill with Probably Strep is no excuse. I essentially slapped a biohazard sign up on my door and hid away. (I can't afford to go to a doctor to diagnose it, but if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck and my boss's kid just sprouted feathers along with the rest of his class, it's a fucking duck. And then it segued into something less painful but that includes coughing. Twice. Last weekend I had a relapse and slept through almost all of Saturday.)

Simultaneously, this summer at work we're migrating to an upgraded, hosted system. Because the rest of the world is useless, most of the work is on the shoulders of my little department. This essentially means cleaning courses, double-checking their coding and transferring them over, which is scheduled to be my life until July 18th. I finally caught up with work, and my boss is at a conference this week and thus unable to assign me more, so (barring disaster) I have the next three days back to normal! (collapses)

Papa is still visiting Emma, and may go see his sister on the way home, whenever he comes home. Since they're both in their 80s, this strikes me as an excellent idea. But Papa not being home means Mom's canceled her plans to visit until October. (siiiiigh) Father's day was not as rough as I'd expected, mostly because when I called to wish my dad a happy one, his phone kept losing signal and he couldn't be assed to move to the porch so we can talk. (thumbs up) Good to know my priority level.

As you may be able tell by the subject, in the whirl of everything I managed to see X-Men: First Class. It is an incredibly groovy movie, and you all should see it. I had issues with it, but other people have explained them better than I could. So I'll just shoo you out the door and then wait for you to come back gushing. And after that, You should watch this. TEARS IN MY EYES.

As a result of this movie, I've 1) grown ridiculously jealous of the comment counts in that fandom 2) feel extremely smug that I spotted the epic homoerotic subtext between Magneto and Xavier ages ago, 3) decided to introduce "groovy" into my daily vocabulary, to thus-far pleasant results and 4) privately decided that Erik and Charles never broke up and kissed and got married and had adorable mutant babies forever (yes, in the 60s). Thus all of the ANGST AND TRAGEDY AND WOE AND OMG THE EMOOOOOOOO in all of the fic is totally AU and I can enjoy it without lasting repercussions.

That being said, if I don't get some happy endings in that fandom soon I'm going to have to do something drastic.

I may end up writing Avengers/Thor/XFC crack crossover of some sort, just to get it out of my system. Be warned.
Speaking of writing... )
Maybe I'll just go with puppies. And kittens. FLUFFY BABIES FOR EVERYONE.
tsukinofaerii: Can't Think Without Coffee (Coffee)
Most of these are LJ-specific. Most of you also follow me on LJ. This seems to be a win/win. *g*

Bullet! I have 7 DW invites if anyone wants to abandon Facebook parasite ship, or at least ready the lifeboat.
Bullet! On my LJ, I have successfully hidden the "repost to Facebook" option. If you want to repost to Facebook against my explicit request, you'll have to jump through some hoops. I shed a tear for you.
Butter! (Okay, that was a typo, but I'm keeping it) [personal profile] valtyr ♪ ♫ loves me, this I know, ♫♫ ♪ for the shiny thing I got in the mail yesterday tells me so. ♪
Arrow! Sheriff Joe Arpaio is being sued by the US Justice Department. This gives me warm fuzzies. I would cheer were that man to be thrown into one of his own tent-city prisons. (Which is not happening, I know, but a girl can dream.)

Okay, I'll stop with the quicky updates and speak actual words. Lately, I have been getting a lot of joy out of scanning the comments on The Colbert Report Website for people who take Stephen seriously. Mostly, I get my joy out of vegitating, because I have no ability to do anything other than the most basic of my duties. The instructors, you see, are actually Zombies. Right now, my brain is being digested by a history prof three buildings away.

Writing actually got done yesterday! Amazing lol. I'm sure it'll pick up again once I've had a chance to catch up on my sleep. @-@ Exhaustion does not lend well to creativity.

The Daddy drama of a month ago continues in silence. He hasn't tried to call or write, thank goodness. Mom reports that he regularly looks over the emails I've sent that explain my grievances, but is confused by them. This is probably all for the best. (heavy sigh)

Hypothetically, I will have a Papa at home with me this Labor Day. \o/ (Please please please don't let anything go wrong again.)


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