Title: Ren-Children

Author: ladyofleithian

Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens

Character/Pairing: Ben Solo, Poe Dameron, Snoke

Table-Prompt: Alternate Reality/Changing Canon -- Altered Past

Warnings: Children in peril, mentions of abuse, food issues on Ben's part, graphic depictions of violence.
 
 
 
25 September 2017 @ 09:52 pm
 
Ta-Nehisi Coates: The First White President
The foundation of Donald Trump’s presidency is the negation of Barack Obama’s legacy.

Long, but very worthwhile.
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Current Mood: depressed
 
 
25 September 2017 @ 03:25 pm
I really, really hate you.

Discovery is good. Really good. It looks fantastic. The credits are HBO-worthy (even if the score is a little lackluster).

The plot is interesting so far.

The characters, especially the lead, have drawn me in.

I WANT TO WATCH YOUR DAMN SHOW, AND I AM NOT PAYING FOR ANY MORE TV TO DO IT. SCREW YOU, SCREW YOU, CBS.

I am a die-hard Trek fan. I was listening to Star Trek in the womb. I will be happy to buy this series on DVD when it's done, but I'm not subscribing and paying for a new TV service. And if a hardcore Trekkie like me isn't willing to do so, I suspect this show is going to be hard up for a second season.

Which makes me sad. It's so good.

Die in a Fire,
Lorraine
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Soooo as I promised, after the end of Katsugeki/Touken Ranbu I was left an emotional wreck, so what's better than to take a good therapy by watching it's light-hearted twin? That's right. Yesterday I started watching Touken Ranbu Hanamaru and I left on the 5th episode. So, what are my impressions so far?


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Current Mood: awake
Current Music: INNOCENCE - Eir Aoi
Current Location: Santiago - Chile
 
 
25 September 2017 @ 12:36 pm



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The idea here is to organize a gift exchange designed for Marvel and its many branched runs, authors, related and unrelated fandoms. The idea is to include the X-Men side and the Avengers side and every other side that non-Marvel fans don't realize is Marvel. The idea is to include any timeline you want, any world you want, any character you want, so long as it's Marvel.

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  • Nominations: Sunday, September 24 - Saturday, October 14

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I felt like I couldn't leave this post behind on my tumblr, since the series' finale is still resounding on me, and I wanted to share my appreciation towards my boys, the Hijikata-gumi.

Beware this post is full of feels ~ )
 
 
Current Music: to the beginning - Kalafina
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Location: Santiago - Chile
 
 
25 September 2017 @ 01:49 pm
 
 I've been feeling especially lonely over the last month or so. I guess because, even though I am "out in the world", going to classes, nothing has changed for me, socially. Nobody is jumping at the chance to get to know me. I even feel like these classes in particular are more lecture and less discussion than I envisioned. I kind of hoped I'd be more social, and that I'd be given more of a chance to do so. But I guess that kind of thing is up to me-however when 90+% of the class is 18 years old, I'm having a hard time picking out the people I might connect with. (I suppose I could start with that 10% that is closer to my age group.) I'm not the type of person to show up to a club, either. So I guess my only limitations are the ones I put on myself.

Classes are going better and worse than I expected. My grades for the astronomy labs last week were posted today and I did quite well. Not sure how I pulled that off or if I'd be able to recreate it. But there it is. I've been obsessively keeping track of my grades and assignments and doing whatever extra credit I can. 

I failed a Race Relations quiz. The questions were so weirdly worded I didn't know what to do with them. I've contributed to the message board discussions and been keeping up with the reading though, so I'm getting points where I can. English Lit is going well. I think I'm doing better than I expected in that, too. I seem to grasp the messages in these stories better than I hoped. History is well, dry, but interesting. Quiz on Friday.

But yeah, feeling lonely. It's that time of year where I was so happy last year at this time, that feeling is notably missing now. I was even browsing meetup.com last night. It looked, as I suspected, a little thin. Like, lots of members of groups but very low attendance.  
 
 
 
 
25 September 2017 @ 12:44 pm
Dragons
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And finally, the last of the Zyumorphs: Adopt one today!
My Scroll
 
 
 
 
25 September 2017 @ 12:36 pm
Creator Name: [personal profile] fadedwings
Fandoms: Original
List of Prompts: Calico Jack, As the Crow Flies, Blow the Man Down, Goodbye Fare Thee Well, Ocean
Link to Card: Here

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[All comments in «angle quotes» translated from the Spanish]

[AO3 link]

"Mockingbird, got a moment?"

Mockingbird looked up from where she'd been watching Angela tend to Mei and Fareeha on the troop carrier's medical bunks. Still deep in the web, she replied, almost without inflection, "Yes, Strike Leader?"

Gabriel caught the tone and knew what it meant, took a deep breath and decided to take the careful route. "I need to apologise to you formally, Mockingbird, and I want to do it in front of everyone. Tracer, are you still on comms?"

Mockingbird tilted her head, and touched her microphone. In the same flat voice, she said, "Gabriel, Tracer here. Monitoring."

Not even really trying to keep up the illusion, he thought. Damn, she's hella mad. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. I should've stepped in against Ana's ... I don't even know what that was ... sooner. Immediately, even."

"Sir."

"She's not under my command, so I can't reprimand her, but I could have stopped it. That's part of my responsibility - to defend my team - and I didn't do it, and I apologise."

"Sir."

"I will not let it happen again."

Lena let herself lift a little of her controls, and shook just a little, taking in a quick breath, quicker than her current physiology needed. A hint of inflection returned to her voice. "...I appreciate that, Strike Leader."

"I hope you will forgive me."

Mockingbird nodded, slowly, and lifted a little more of the web up.

"Tracer, Gabriel - you got all that?" Reyes said, towards his microphone.

"Gabriel, Tracer - roger that," Oxton said, towards hers, in a voice a little more like Tracer's.

"I screwed up, Tracer. I... god, I thought she was dead in the rubble, like everyone else. Seeing her again after all these years... I wasn't ready. And if I'm going to play this role, I need to be at least a little ready for anything. So - I apologise to you, too."

Lena lifted another layer of the web, and a little bit of a smile crept out. "Roger that." She blew out her breath. "Guess none of us were expecting..." She shook her head, and felt a little better, a little less like demonstrating what it meant to be a murder machine, and a little more like a proper Talon assassin. "What d'ya think happened to her? "

Gabe shook his head, slowly, glad to see a little more of Venom in those gold eyes, and just a little surprised by that feeling. "I really, really don't know. Ana never used to be so..."

Fareeha stirred herself from her medical bunk. "...Ana?" she said, "...who...?"

Angela gently intervened to help her wife. "Awake already?" She checked Mei - still out. "Be careful, I've got you in good shape but I'll need to do more when we are back at the embassy."

"No." The rocketeer struggled upwards. "I heard a voice, and it sounded like... and you said... Ana."

Gabriel, Lena, Winston, and Angela all glanced at each other nervously, and the assassin spoke first. "She's gonna have t'find out. I'd want to."

"Tell me," demanded the flying agent, an intent look on her face. "Tell me what I'm afraid I already know."

Angela's face went a little grim, and a little paler even than usual, but she nodded her agreement. Taking her wife's hand, she looked into her eyes and said, "I will tell you everything, but we will start with the beginning." She braced herself. "Your mother... she is alive."

-----

Morrison looked over the wreckage. Half the cargo destroyed, five fighters injured, one critical, one dead, only one transport running, and now, apparently, this so-called Overwatch - Talon, really, of course - on his tail.

But that isn't what bothered him, or rather, he thought, that's not what bothered him most. He looked down at the dirt, at the wreckage of his tactical visor, and at the one he'd just taken off, the one tied into the neural network inside his head - and back at the one in pieces on the ground.

This... doesn't make any sense, he thought, picking up the wrecked visor. He replaced the one he'd been wearing, and put it through its self-test - it came up fully functional, targeting at one hundred percent, which was pretty damned strange in and of itself, given that it hadn't tested above 85% in three years.

«Did anybody get any pictures of the ambush?» he called out to his surviving team members. «Anybody here armed with a camera, not just guns?»

Leticia pulled hard on something inside a panel, and a second transport roared, glowed, and floated back into operation. «Ha! Damn, I'm good. Sorry, Spooky, you say something?»

«Nice work. Did anybody get video of the attack? Pictures? Anything?»

«Not me, I was getting the shield generator going. Arturo, you got anything?»

Arturo shook his head. «Nothin', sorry. The best shot I got was getting a pistol load into that rocketeer.»

Leticia smiled, grimly. «Nice job. Anybody else?» she called out, but got no positive responses. «Sorry, Jack.»

«Worth a try,» Morrison replied, brusquely.

«That sniper - not the same one, were they?»

«Well spotted. No. Different gun, different MO. God damn, I wish I had some photos.»

«You check the dashcams? Maybe they caught something.»

The dashcams. Of course. They won't have erased themselves yet. What the hell is wrong with me? thought the former Strike Leader, as he half-barked half of a laugh. «Good call.»

The first hadn't recorded anything but the road ahead, and he found the second smashed against a rock next to the road, pieces of windshield scattered around it. Crawling into the wreckage of the last transport - the one beyond repair - he found the third camera's lens had been smashed. But the user interface responded, and he pulled down what video there was into his padd to watch it while the rest of the team moved the surviving cargo to the two functional transports.

Two-side flank attack, he thought, watching the video. Heavy fire from the northeast, sniper and... single infantry on the southwest, maybe. The camera hadn't caught any of the attackers, but had plenty of their work. He watched himself, too, as he came out of the passenger side of the lead transport, face bloodied from the sniper's missed - or was it missed? - shot, the one that wrecked his visor, and blinked as he saw his own face blur, almost mistlike, in the image, then focus again, unbloodied, visor intact.

He replayed the video. It did not change. He played it again. What... what am I looking at here? he thought, touching his tactical visor.

«Any luck?» called Leticia. «We're about ready to move. Bring it with you!»

«No need,» he called back, quietly crushing the camera's control screen, before dropping it on the wreckage of the front seat. «It got trashed early on in the crossfire - nothing worth keeping. Let's head out!»

-----

Ana watched the "so-called Overwatch" strike force lift off, and, once they were out of range, shuddered quietly. What Talon must've done to that poor girl... She shook her head, sad at the thought. And now they're working together? Rayes, that's one thing, black ops do what they must, but how Winston can go along with it... maybe Jack really isn't so...

She stopped herself, mid-thought, remembering her daughter fighting alongside the Talon agent, and considered again. No, she concluded, it can't be all true - not if Fareeha is involved. She's a good girl, she would never go along. Perhaps... perhaps their sniper broke away from Talon. It has happened before.

The eldest sniper packed away the inactive beacon, her rifle, and her dart pistol, crisply snapping the case shut, satisfied for now. And even if Jack's not completely wrong, he's still become a monster. And monsters must be destroyed.

She headed down the hill, towards her camouflaged flyer.

All of them.

 
 
25 September 2017 @ 11:29 am
Anyone who knows me knows that I love dinosaurs. I have loved them since I was 6 years old. When I was small, I checked out all the books in the library about them and drew pictures of them all the time. One of my classmates loved to draw them, too, and he gave me drawings. Oddly enough, we're still friends aft6er all these years.
So here is a poem about dinosaur bones.

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The Dinosaur Bones

The dinosaur bones are dusted every day.
The cards tell how old we guess the dinosaur bones are.
Here a head was seven feet long, horns with a hell of a ram,
Humping the humps of the Montana mountains.

The respectable school children
Chatter at the heels of their teacher who explains.
The tourists and wonder hunters come with their parasols
And catalogues and arrangements to do the museum
In an hour or two hours.

The dinosaur bones
are dusted
every day.


~~ Carl Sandburg

This would be a little like my dino drawings.
 
 
 
 
 
 
25 September 2017 @ 01:00 pm

Posted by Jen

I think this is what our grandparents call "a senior moment."

The best part?
THEY WROTE IT IN ALL CAPS.

 

[sad face here]

 

"Sprinkles All Over Momther" is the name of my Cake cover band.

 

Ahhh, NOW you're speaking my language.

(The language... OF WRECKS. [eyebrow waggle])

 

In a word?
NO.

 

Thanks to Lani T., Donna C., Patrick L., Anony M., & Rebecca P. for keeping those lines of communication nice and squiggly-like.

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25 September 2017 @ 08:49 am
...is truly a blessing. Thank you, Microsoft Word.

- Any version of Mycroft other than "Mycroft" makes me want to die inside. (My, Myc, Myke, Croft. WTF. I'm just waiting to come across "Ycro". LOL.)

- Also, who is Noah? Sheriff Stilinski's name is John, dammit. :b

So what are *your* favourite "Find and Replace" words in fic?
 
 
Current Mood: grateful
 
 
25 September 2017 @ 07:42 am
 
I Am A: True Neutral Elf Wizard (7th Level)


Ability Scores:

Strength-13

Dexterity-11

Constitution-11

Intelligence-18

Wisdom-14

Charisma-11


Alignment:
True Neutral A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn't feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he's not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way. Some true neutral characters, on the other hand, commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They see good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. They advocate the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run. True neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion. However, true neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it represents apathy, indifference, and a lack of conviction.


Race:
Elves are known for their poetry, song, and magical arts, but when danger threatens they show great skill with weapons and strategy. Elves can live to be over 700 years old and, by human standards, are slow to make friends and enemies, and even slower to forget them. Elves are slim and stand 4.5 to 5.5 feet tall. They have no facial or body hair, prefer comfortable clothes, and possess unearthly grace. Many others races find them hauntingly beautiful.


Class:
Wizards are arcane spellcasters who depend on intensive study to create their magic. To wizards, magic is not a talent but a difficult, rewarding art. When they are prepared for battle, wizards can use their spells to devastating effect. When caught by surprise, they are vulnerable. The wizard's strength is her spells, everything else is secondary. She learns new spells as she experiments and grows in experience, and she can also learn them from other wizards. In addition, over time a wizard learns to manipulate her spells so they go farther, work better, or are improved in some other way. A wizard can call a familiar- a small, magical, animal companion that serves her. With a high Intelligence, wizards are capable of casting very high levels of spells.


Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)



P.S. According to the details of the survey, I could just as easily have been chaotic neutral.
 
 
25 September 2017 @ 11:49 am


Title: The Valley At Night
Fandom: Earthbound
Character: Jeff/Tony
Length: 593
Rating: G/Slash
warnings: postgame, mild spoilers for Mother 2 and 3



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