The Pillow Box: Collected Slave-verse Tumblr Fics (17200 words):
Chapter 5: Comfort (3502 words)
Not written to any specific prompts, just a hurt/comfort followup to #4. Happy 100th Birthday, Bucky!
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), and Iron Man (Movies)
Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Stark Robots (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Slavery, Alternate Universe - Dystopia, Master/Slave, Hurt/Comfort, Kneeling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Rewards, Bananas, Robots, Weight Issues, Food Issues, Bathing/Washing, POV Outsider, Eating Disorders, Vomiting
Series: Part 3 of All These Burning Hearts in Hell
Collected ficlets from the All These Burning Hearts in Hell 'verse, starring Tony and Threetoo with Threetoo's pillow nest in a supporting role. Prompts for each ficlet in the chapter's summary.
— Thinking. Maybe a little, maybe a lot.
— Planning and / or researching.
— Sending things to the beta.
— Relaxing, taking a break, etc.
— Other stuff-ing. Look at the comment.
Question: Do you have a pet? If so, does it like to interrupt your writing? (I'm sort of lucky in that the cat finds me absolutely uninteresting.)
I can see how the writers are dragging us around by the feels
but I don't quite see why.
Maybe it'll make more sense after the finale.
But I just vaguely thought it also makes sense if they think their bad guys are bad guys, no matter what they do. ( Read more... )
1. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic: I've watched through the end of season 4 now, which is where I left off during the first-run airings. The finale of season 4 makes my inner 5 year old so happy! The villains of my childhood, back to menace the new generation of ponies! I've seen four or five episodes of season 5, and am really enjoying it so far.
2. Miraculous! The Adventures of Ladybug and Cat Noir: I've heard many good things about Ladybug in the last several months, and the toys in the store look well-done. I've been curious, and two of my graduated girls have highly recommended that I watch this. They know me very well. The theme is super-catchy, which I like. The animation style is smooth, especially for 3D, and the style is anime-esque. I'm intrigued about the origins of the two eponymous heroes, since as of episode 10, I haven't seen any origin story. It's kind of like Magical Thief Saint Tail in that regard. The cast is excellent. The plotting, while formulaic, works for me, and the stories really make use of Paris as a setting, not just for the big scenes, but for the daily life of the student characters and their families. I also really like that there hasn't been localization for the text in the animation - it's all still in French! I'm excited for the second season, which apparently comes out sometime this year.
3. Monster High: Electrified: This is the second movie in the reboot of the franchise, and it keeps the consistent high quality of the first movie. I love, love, love this animation style. It almost looks like claymation. I like the variety of body types and monsters and facial structures in the new style. I like that they act a lot more like teenagers, and that every monster character has some sort of unique monster power. I'm also loving the hints that Dracula and Clawdeen's mom (who really needs a name) are kind of crushing on each other, and that theirs is the only real romance so far. I'm liking the social groups forming among the students, and the friendships that are proceeding unhindered by romantic entanglements. Lagoona gets to be much more her own character, as do Cleo and Drac, without boyfriends attached. The plot is a bit more out there than the first movie, but it's tightly scripted, and really far less far-fetched than some of the pre-reboot movies (Frights, Camera, Action! anyone?).
4. Steven Universe: I'm more or less caught up from the most recent "Steven Bomb", as releases of episodes are called. The story gets more complex and emotionally deeper as it progresses. I'm enjoying finding out more about the Gem society, and all the nuance about it that wasn't evident when Steven only had the Crystal Gems' point of view. The coming of age aspects are also really well handled, and not just for Steven, who is the obvious choice, being a 14 year old boy. Lapis and Peridot get some excellent material as well, as they continue to adjust to life on Earth. I'm looking forward to the new developments in the series.
Animation and animated shorts, series, movies, etc. are and have always been fascinating to me. It's a gorgeous medium when done well, and super-versatile. What are some of your favorite animated works? Or, animated works you've seen recently?
I've resolved this inner conflict by telling myself that surely she hands over a few things to museums or scientists for study.
Still. Grave robbing. Not cool, no matter how sexy you look doing it.
(Recap: The Drood family, with its iconic golden armour, is one of many Secret Groups that deal with things that would make most civilians freak. Eddie is in and out of his family's good graces, in spite of and because he reformed them early in the series and was briefly their Patriarch. Eddie is passsionately in love with Molly Metcalf, the Wild Witch of the Woods. And Eddie's parents have disappeared ... again.
That's enough to get on with.)
The title is ironic, as Eddie has, as the action begins, taken a vow never to kill again. Naturally, that determination will be repeatedly tested in this (and future) novels as he is faced with situations where killing seems necessary and even good.
So this book is in several distinct "chunks," which do, however, form a full novel. It begins with a "we will disavow you" assignment from the Drood family, which Eddie carries out in his usual style; continues with the death and funeral of Eddie's Uncle Jack, the Family Armourer and a favorite continuing character. At Jack's wake (quite different from the funeral, which is just for the family) things are learned about both Jack and the "Big Game," in which the "Powers That Be" pit members of the supernatural community against one another in a death match, kill or be killed. The survivor (if there is one) will have all her debts, notably any in which she may have put liens on valuable things like her soul, cancelled courtesy of the same Powers.
At the end of the wake, Molly suddenly disappears. Eddie goes hunting for her and, because this is a constructed novel, quickly determines that she has been snatched up into the Big Game. Whither she goeth, Eddie will go ... but it's a hard game to play when you won't kill.
For those of you who don't know this about me, I've been a lifelong 'lark.' A morning lark is the opposite of a night owl. Even when I was a teenager, I used to regularly get up an hour or so before my parents and make coffee, go for walks, and generally enjoy the solitude of the early hours. To be perfectly honest, in high school, I often used the extra hour or hours to do All the Make-Up and my hair. (Hard to even imagine now, isn't it?)
These days I wake up a little earlier than I'd like. Mason's school starts at 7:10 am (first bell) and so our house is up starting anywhere between 5 and 5:30 am. That's a bit early for me, and a lot of days I push it by pulling myself up long enough to brush teeth and get dressed and then I collapse back into bed until 6:00 am, which is much closer to my natural wake-up time.
I also typically really prefer to get 8 hours of sleep. So, staying up past 10 pm gets rough.
My Loft class **STARTS** at 7:30 am and goes until 9:30 pm. Yesterday was my first class and it went well--aided by a bit of caffeine from the coffee shop at Open Book. I have an even dozen students, who all seem very smart and engaged. I think we're well-primed to have a good class in terms of discussion, etc. For those of you who have taken classes from me (or, frankly, have seen me on panels at local conventions,) know that I put a LOT of energy into my teaching. I'm also an extrovert, which means I leave class with INCREASED ENERGY. Coming home and bouncing around until 10:30 pm = NOT GOOD COME 5 AM.
SUPER. NOT. GOOD.
I was Madame Cranky-Pants in my typical low point (--my biorhythm is such that even on good days I'm lackluster from about 2 pm - 4 pm.) I may or may not have shouted at my family, "I'm not passive-aggressive, I'm just aggressive! No, I'M JUST ANGRY." But, luckily, at this point Mason and I were lugging this ridiculously heavy kitty litter box out to the car and alternately yelling and laughing. Even so, I had been seriously bitchy previously.
I'm NOT made for late nights.
And, yes, yes, you night owls are all laughing your heads off about how "early" this all is. Just try to imagine having to teach a class at 6 am and you might understand.
The lunar gravity let us glide around like floating, everything easy.
And there was kissing, but not grabby kissing with expectations, just kissing that really likes kissing, as enthusiastic as he is with every other form of communication.
There was a plot too, and Missy was there with her Doctor, and possibly some Daleks, but things started getting mysterious around when the Daleks disappeared. Like, obviously your first thought is, yaay no Daleks I get to live, but then you have to wonder, how on moon did anything manage to make no Daleks when Daleks had insisted on taking over? And whatever we did to investigate I had to be just a teensy worried that Missy would decide I was more use dead, which was more worrying personally, if not professionally. But I wasn't going to let it waste my time with 8.
There was spinning and dancing and music that's all "on days like these de dum de dum when skies are blue"
which is funny, because we're underground on the moon, and nothing is blue anywhere
and I haven't actually dreamed the dancing dream with blue skies. It's usually all stations under spin gravity with the stars wheeling around us.
I woke up in the most delightful mood.
I am quite disinclined to go check the internet, it might take the bubbles out of this mood.
But in the dream we had to figure things out, only everywhere we went we found only empty corridors and empty rooms. Still preferable to actual death by Dalek, but puzzling. And there were two clues. And one of them was the ballroom. There was artificial gravity everywhere else, and while low g made for lovely artistic choices, there was a bar in the corner with open glasses, and nobody chooses to drink in lower gravity than they're used to. So somehow the floor was broken without being broken. And we couldn't get down below to see the workings because there were no stairs. Or lifts. Which was peculiar. Because how did people get in and out at all?
So I wondered if we were looking at the wrong scale. A lift is just a room that moves. There were plenty of rooms about. What if they'd needed to move something very much bigger than us?
But the Doctor, the grey one, pointed out we'd been in almost every room already...
... except the airlocks. Only one door on them, pressure supporting airlock style, but you don't mess with airlocks until you have to. And if we wanted to go anywhere new, we had to. But we couldn't find pressure suits. So if the doors opened somewhere unexpected, we wouldn't just end up in the car park...
So I don't know where the locks went, but there was another dream earlier, and in that one humans had been excavating on the moon and finding complexly stratified black rock, in sections that looked very much artificial. But so does the giant's causeway, so they weren't that concerned... until they found the airlock.
And it turned out they'd been lifting off damaged pieces from the tiniest, tiniest corner.
And when they reactivated the thing, having scraped away the lunar regolith and exposed what they thought was a building, it lit up, started doing things to gravity, and lifted up
until a whole moonlet had shrugged off grey dust and lifted itself free.
Which was a surprise, as you can imagine.
It turned out to be still functional as a self contained world, with artificial gravity throughout, and room after room after room. It had enough area in its volume to function as a whole spare planet, and go a long way to getting breathing room for the billions of Earth.
But first we either have to understand precisely what it was even doing here, or I suppose choose population to inhabit it that we wouldn't mind finding out the hard way...
And if the two dreams were one dream, from other perspectives, we also have to worry what the Daleks wanted to do with it.
Experience suggests probably fly it around like a really big spaceship.
But you have to worry what could power something like that...
We’re hard-pressed to imagine The CW adding yet a fifth DC superhero to its airwaves, but the FOX-transplanted Black Lightning is nonetheless ready to strike. See for yourself in the first official production photo, as Hart of Dixie alum Cress Wiliams suits up in an electrifying costume.
Now that Arrow has confirmed one of its most enduring players will be back for Season 6 full-time, it’s worth wondering whether the main cast is untouchable. Every season has its deaths, but according to executive producer Marc Guggenheim, there’s at least one member of Team Arrow who gets a lifetime pass, and it isn’t Oliver Queen.
I'm struggling. I have for the entire month, and all the more because there's really nobody to talk Steve/Maria with anymore, and nobody who wants to. (It's never going to get anything more in canon, and I don't have anyone to bounce off regarding her character, which is most of what I want.)
I'm two days away from going into Camp NaNo, with the goal of writing 50K to Shadowkin: Seabirthed. Carlos is part-Hispanic, Australian, half-Shadowkin, and struggling with the changes to his life - his mother dead, his father remarried, his stepmother expecting, his grandparents hostile. He's solitary and bullied at school, and it's only when he stands up for someone else, and she reaches back out to him that things start getting better. (No, she's not the romantic interest; for starters, they're about 12 years old, and she's the protag of the next book.)
I've started his story at least five times, maybe as many as ten times.
But I feel like I have nothing to tell, that nobody would be interested in my stories, that even if I managed to finish a manuscript, I could never find anyone to buy any story I'd want to tell in any case.
I was unable to even access my password screen. After hours of fruitless frantic rebooting and phone-searching for a solution (it's no use telling me how to solve the issue from the troubleshoot menu if I can't access the troubleshoot menu) I gave up and went to bed past my bedtime. Then I woke up before my alarm (bleh) spent some more time fruitlessly trying to fix it to no avail. Then I took a shower and ate breakfast and when I tried again I could suddenly access the troubleshoot menu! So I fixed my computer, copied some important files I hadn't backed up yet and checked if it booted properly now. It did.
I don't even know. But hey! I have my computer back!
Exchange news: Self, you need to stop claiming pinch-hits and being an idiot. You're not even in that exchange! WHY
Other Exchange news: Night on Fic Mountain progressing as it should. Worldbuilding exchange fast approaching (eep!).
And now I'm going to go read about the time when the Seine rose 8m62 (23'3") and Paris flooded. AND THEN IT FROZE OVER. Good times.
I trimmed some brush around the purple-and-white garden.
The pear tree is blooming. Both goji berry bushes survived the freeze earlier and are putting out leaves. Pink buds are appearing on the redbud trees.
Weather today is chilly and wet, intermittently drizzling.
Logan is a story about getting old. And superhero movie though it is, its exploration of aging could hardly be more down to earth. It has introduced me to an entirely new experience: personally identifying with Wolverine! He's in a position that many of us are in, myself included: feeling the wear and tear of age sapping our physical strength and energy at the very time we find ourselves caught between caring for aged parents and raising still young and needy children. We find ourselves Aeneas, carrying our father on our backs, holding our son by the hand, and hoping to survive whatever ordeal a difficult world has thrust us into.( Read more... )
We usually have to wait until the newest Pixar film hits theaters to enjoy the latest Pixar short, but fans of the beloved animated studio won’t have to wait until this fall to see Dante’s Lunch… A Short Tail. Pixar has released their new short online a full eight months ahead of its theatrical debut, giving fans another sneak peek at the colorful world of Coco via the life of his endearing dog, Dante.
So you've decided to read about Batman! I would definitely applaud this decision, as I have spent the majority of the past thirty years doing exactly that, but I also know that it can be pretty daunting to figure out where to get started. There have, after all, been thousands of Batman stories published since he first debuted from Bill Finger and Bob Kane in 1939, and despite a few missteps along the way, he probably has more classic and definitive stories in print than any other superhero.
But don't worry, ComicsAlliance is here to help with a list of ten essential Batman stories. Read these, and you'll (hopefully) come away with a solid foundation for understanding the Dark Knight and how he works.
This one is an oddball anyways. The only time I have ever seen him is when he escapes to his car, to sit in his car and listen to music, also for hooours.
It's possible he has a lover that is (1) also a late sleeper like Jesse, so he does as much as he can in the mornings in the bathroom to keep things quiet. (They are the only inner room in these apartments with a door that closes) (2) His lover is a total beast, thus chasing him out of his house for respite.
* Two nights ago I stepped outside for a cigarette, to hear the wild titter of a raccoon squealing and the sound of smaller animal (probably a squirrel or rabbit) bleating in absolute distress. It went on long enough to where I said out loud, "Jesus. Just kill it and eat the damn thing."
I don't know whether to be happy that the raccoon got a meal or sad because I heard something dying. Rules of the wild, I guess. Glad I am not a rabbit.
* It used to be that the heavier the makeup, the more wild the colors, the better indication that was of me feeling sexy and like dressing up. While there are plenty, plenty of days now where drawing in even my eyebrows is too much, if I'm headed OUT, heavy makeup is now an indication of "I feel like hell."
But I can, for a little while, at least LOOK normal. (Well, aging-goth and punk rocker makeup normal.)
The right makeup can fool just about any onlooker.
* I've GOT TO, and I mean, GOT TO make good on my long-said promise of learning how to use blush. As much as I've always wished I had porcelain skin, I'm finding lately that I actually kinda dislike looking SO porcelain.
Youtube tutorials it is. (That's how I learn, like, 90% of my active skills. It's how I learned to do nail art. It's how I learned how to properly wear the rockabilly bandanna. It's where I'll learn to put on blush without looking like the Ronald McDonald clown that despairs me so.)
* Things that are affected by joint pain that surprise me:
Playing video games. Nintendo Thumb ain't got SHIT on how my hands and wrists (and elbows? WTF???) feel after half an hour on the console.
And opening bagged cereal. (Seriously, it took me, like, THREE TRIES this morning to break into the cereal bag.) The already open, simply re-zipped bag of cereal, no less.
* Two of my favorite bands are coming next month. Birthday Massacre, which proved to me goth is NOT dead, and Icon For Hire, the one band that has been essential to my illness and recovery.
We had bought Icon For Hire tickets the first time I was hospitalized. Unfortunately, I wound up in the hospital again when they came through town. It's like 20 dollars per ticket for Icon For Hire, but goddamnit, I will somehow get that money for Jesse and I. It'll be a scramble, as their concert is only 7 days away, but I'll get the money somehow. I'll probably ask my father and just be straight up about it. "Hey Dad, life has really sucked for me. Can I bug you for money to go to a couple of concerts?" I LOATHE asking him for money, as he's already paying 500 a month on my student loans, but I'm not going to miss this.
I adore Birthday Massacre, but if I had to choose, it'd be Icon for Hire.
I missed them the first time. I don't want to miss them again.
* Now off to see Pat, who is himself not feeling terribly well and up for only a short visit. For the first time in perhaps all of our lives together, I understand. I truly, truly understand.
We've been friends, close friends, now for 20 YEARS. That's over half my life.
As I said to him one night in IHOP, "Pat, you are the Sam to my Frodo".
(A couple overheard that and turned around to tell me that THAT was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever heard someone say to another. That made both Pat and I laugh and even tear up a bit.)
Toby was convinced that we'd somehow bought expensive dollhouse furniture. I was convinced that what we were going to get was a box with the warranty and some cleaning fluid in it (that's happened before when we bought furniture).
On the way home from dropping documents by our tax lady, we got a notification from FedEx that our shipment had been delivered, so the drive home was a bit tense as we wondered what awaited us.
So what arrived...?
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The Question Ever by Wendy Videlock (though I feel the urge to note that 'glove' and 'of' do not rhyme in my accent)
Diss by Makaila Dean
Upon Receiving My Inheritance by William Fargason
What I've read: short fiction
Nevertheless, She Persisted - a collection of 11 flash fiction pieces for International Women's Day
For me, the standouts were:
Heart Stitch by Jose Pablo Iriarte
The Redshirt's Daughter by Evan Dicken
Attending Your Own Funeral: An Etiquette Guide by Erica L. Satifka
Bride by Mistake by Nicole Helm (novella-length romance)
Mira's Last Dance by Lois McMaster Bujold (Penric & Desdemona 4). This just happened to show up when I was checking Hugo-eligibility of the previous two Penric & Desdemona novellas. While the first three had quite long gaps of time between them, this one follows almost straight on from the previous, and leaves more than one plot thread unresolved by the end.
What I've read: long fiction
Broken Homes by Ben Aaronovitch (reread)
Foxglove Summer by Ben Aaronovitch (reread)
The Hanging Tree by Ben Aaronovitch
I had a couple of days where I really was too ill to do anything but doze or read, and inhaled these latest three. The endings all struck me as particularly abrupt on this read through, the general destruction-level is getting ridiculous even with authorial lampshading, and there are really a lot of loose threads in play now. (But I still enjoyed them all very much.)
The Long List Anthology Volume 2 edited by David Steffen - I was surprised just how many of the short stories collected within I'd read - and surprised by a couple I'd not read but really should have. Anyway, the quality level so far is excellent.
Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly. I am ... not enjoying this as much as I expected. It is feeding my thirst for more information about Dorothy Vaughan (in particular) and the other women from the film and NACA/NASA more generally, but its style is both a bit too chatty and a bit too florid for my liking. Or possibly having two bad colds in three weeks is making me bad-tempered and uncharitable. Listening to the audiobook version doesn't seem to wind me up the same way, so I'm going to try listening the rest of the way through.
Bride by Mistake by Nicole Helm
Mira's Last Dance by Lois McMaster Bujold
Tony bought Digital Divide by K.B. Spangler, which has been on my radar for a while, so I may sneak a read of it. (And/or go back to working through A Girl and Her Fed by same.)
I preordered Provenance by Ann Leckie (out in October) and The Furthest Station by Ben Aaronovitch (out in September).
- My phone, that I bought only half a year ago, is broken (not my fault.) Still covered under warranty, but still, ugh.
- We now have shelves in our kitchen! For cookbooks, and because we don't have enough yet there's also space for plants and fandom stuff. I'd take a picture, but see above re: phone being broken (and I'm too lazy to search for my old camera.)
- I wanted to go see Eddie Izzard in Bratislava on Saturday, but missed the bus. I was so mad at myself that I went running and completely overdid it, my knee still hurts.
- Last week we found out that our third roommate is moving out, so we're looking for a new one again. *sigh*
- So, so many terrible things in politics. So many. I know that world-wide there are much larger and more serious issues, but that our foreign minister and minister of the interior are huge dicks and the chancellor is ceding way too much ground to the conservatives is just the shitty cherry on top.
By now I have a few thousand words of unsorted thoughts on the last ~25 Critical Role episodes and I'm too lazy to clean them up and post them yet, but I feel the need to express my feelings about episode 83 RIGHT NOW.( spoilers )