The young man snuck aboard from San Jose, CA, and made it to Maui. The FBI is questioning him.
2. Finally, finally, FINALLY, I got a new chapter of Gunjo posted! I really thought I'd never be able to continue with this one, so it's pretty exciting.
3. The other day I beat a level of Candy Crush I'd been stuck on for months. I'd pretty much given up on ever getting past it and really wasn't playing the game much anymore. Then all of a sudden I beat it! And now the game is fun again! (Until I get stuck on another level forever...)
AtoZ Day 18: R is for Roses, Revenant, Razor Blade Smile
It's my day over on FB3X where I have a drabble for you...
Drabblerotic 2014 - R is for Roundabout
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Phil Coulson, JARVIS, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanova, Bruce Banner.
Warnings: This story is mostly fluff, but it has some intense scenes in the middle. Highlight for details. These include dubious consent as Phil and JARVIS discuss what really happened when Agent Coulson hacked his way into Stark Tower, over which Phil has something between a flashback and a panic attack. They also discuss some of the bad things that have happened to Avengers in the past, including various flavors of abuse. If these are sensitive topics for you, please think carefully before deciding whether to read onward.
Summary: Uncle Phil needs to pick out pajamas for game night. He gets help from an unexpected direction.
Notes: Service. Shopping. Gifts. Artificial intelligence. Computers. Teamwork. Team as family. Friendship. Communication. Hope. Apologies. Forgiveness. Nonsexual ageplay. Nonsexual intimacy. Love. Tony Stark needs a hug. Bruce Banner needs a hug. #coulsonlives.
Begin with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25.
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A lion’s mane jellyfish drifts in Bonne Bay in the Gulf of St. Lawrence. The species can grow to eight feet across.
Years of overfishing, warming waters, and possible offshore drilling cause concern for the health of the gulf's ecosystem.
It took me years to be comfortable
With calling any elder “you.”
How a language could be so simple
Was beyond my comprehension;
There was no understanding
In Vietnamese, honorifics are law.
You are to address someone
In relationship with their age to yours—
An older man of the same generation:
Anh, older brother.
An older womxn of the same generation:
Chị, older sister.
Cậu or dì, Mother’s brother or sister,
For someone as old as Mother.
And for someone as old as Father,
Chú or cô, Father’s brother or sister.
And a person older than both parents
Is bác, a parent’s older sibling.
And even older, an elderly person,
Like Grandpa or Grandma,
Is ông or bà, grandpa or grandma.
To separate the non-kinship
From the familial is then impossible
For we, Vietnamese, are family.
To pay homage in any other way
Because “you” is impersonal—“You”
Can be any stranger on the street.
Chinatown Sartorialist: Valerie Luu and Andria Lo make their way through the streets of San Francisco's Chinatown, interviewing senior residents about their awesome fashion choices.
I Can't Believe I Now Have To Convince White People That I Like White People: White people, could you please stop flipping out when the topic of white privilege comes up? A message from Kristina Wong.
What I learned in My First Year as a Female Startup CEO: Yunha Kim, CEO of the San Francisco-based startup Locket, shares her top 3 pros and cons of being a woman in tech.
Carjacking victim describes his life one year after Tsarnaev encounter: One year later, meet the guy known as Danny, the 27-year-old carjacking victim whose poise under pressure saved his own life and helped bring the alleged Boston Marathon bombers to justice.
Model Minority Suicide: Five Reasons, Five Ways: "For Asian Americans, killing the myth requires destroying the veil of elevated expectations and assumptions that surround us to reveal the real face of our richly diverse communities and experiences. I call it model minority suicide."
These Haunting Photos Capture The Daily Reality Of A Dark Episode In U.S. History: You may know Ansel Adams for his photographs of landscapes across the United States, but he also took photos of Japanese Americans incarcerated in World War II internment camps.
America's Chinatowns: Dozens of developmental digs and collections in various U.S. Chinatowns are revealing the culture, diversity, and challenges of the first Chinese Americans.
The Genocide of Genealogy: For Those Who Refuse to be Silenced. "Many children grow up hearing fantastical tales and listening to nursery rhymes. A magical forest here and furry talking creatures there. I grew up listening to the nightmares of chaos and terror as tragedy consumed Cambodia."
Helping Asian teens find balance in studies: In Massachusetts, the Lexington Asian Mental Health Initiative hosted a forum for families to speak about the stresses of Asian American students.
A cheesy FBI video hopes to stop U.S. students from becoming Chinese spies: Watch the FBI's fantastically cheesy, low-budget video offering American students in China advice on how to avoid inadvertently becoming a spy. Based on the true story of a dumbass American student who inadvertently became a spy.
Yo Yo Ma playing with Detroit kids might make your heart melt: Students at Spain public school in downtown Detroit recently spent a morning with the most famous living classical musician in the world.
Is Art Selfish? Illustrator and award-winning graphic novelist Gene Luen Yang reflects on family, fatherly guilt and the selfishness/selflessness devoted to his career as an artist.
Someone Wrote A Book About Street Fighter's Greatest Match: "It's been ten years since the greatest comeback in competitive video games happened. In the decade since Daigo Umehara and Justin Wong met in a fateful match of Street Fighter III: Third Strike, EVO Moment 37 has become the stuff of legend. Now there's a book about it."
'The Search for General Tso': The Origins of America's Favorite Chinese Dish, General Tso's Chicken: A new documentary premiering at the Tribeca Film Festival explores how and why General Tso's chicken became a cultural touchstone and a staple of American dining.
My Year At A Standing Desk And Why I'll Never Go Back: Fast Company Web Producer Cia Bernales made the switch to a standing desk a year ago. She shares why she's never going back to a regular office chair and how her posture got a new angle.
Original Title: 群青 (Gunjou)
Author: Nakamura Ching
Publisher: Ikki Comics
Status in Japan: 3 volumes, complete
Scanlator: Megchan's Scanlations feat. Maar + HappyScans! + Kotonoha
Scanlation Status: Ongoing
More Info: Baka Updates
Summary: Out of desperation, a woman asks an old high school friend to kill her abusive husband for her. The friend, having long been in love with this woman, does it, and now they are on the run from the law.
Chapter Summary: Having thrown away all their money when they decided to turn themselves in, the two women now find themselves in an even worse situation after changing their minds and running away from the cops. It's a cold, rainy night and they can't seem to find so much as a bench with an overhang under which to rest.
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2. Mad Men -- THAT WAS EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER WANTED, SCRAP EVERYTHING AND MAKE AN AU SHOW WHERE DON AND SALLY ARE FATHER/DAUGHTER GRIFTERS.
3. Orphan Black* -- Keep telling me this story, for I like it!
4. Once Upon a Time -- I haven't watched it yet.
*Technically this is Saturday TV but since I am subscribed through Amazon, I don't get it until the next day.
Overall, I've been a bit absent, gonna try to get back in gear.
They have to blow up a car.
Words: 667, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- I am making 0.2% progress on my exchange fics. GOD HELP. I've decided not to sign up for any more exchanges until I make some progress. Which endangers my participation in Ardor in August, but it needs to be done. (I think.)
So I actually have a few requests for help! If that's okay. Is anyone available to talk me through a fic? The fandom's the Silm and I'm just flailing wildly around. It needs an ending.
Anyway! Timestamp meme!
Pick a fic of mine, any fic (my fic on AO3), give me some kind of prompt, and I'll write at least 100 words for it. Please do give me some kind of direction on what you'd like me to write ("X POV" or "what happens next" or "a year later" or whatever), but beyond fic choice I won't take prompts as binding. I'll do my best to write to your prompt!
my twitter content has settled into being about 40% fandom of the moment blather (currently captain america), 40% typical twitterish what-i-did-today-by-some_stars-age-29 nonsense, and 20% late night depressionals. although i should warn y'all, when this current mad rush of panic and school shit settles i'll be catching up on SPN and god only knows what depths i will once more descend to.
anyway so yeah, if anyone around here is still interested in my life then twitter is 50% of the place to be. and now you know.
Title: Curly Fries and Other Little Obscenities
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Stargate: Atlantis, Stargate: SG-1
Pairings: Laura Cadman/Aidan Ford, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Warnings: crossover, alternate universe - canon divergence, future fic, canon character of color, walked into a bar, Ford deserves happiness, queer gen, first meetings, scientist Stiles
Author's Summary: "Stiles is wandering the corridors of Stargate Command in search of caffeine and calories when he meets Major Ford."
Download link: You can download this podfic as an mp3 right over here (thanks, , for hosting me!)
Points: (1+1+5+10+1+0)x3 = 54 points
Title: Beneath an Unfamiliar Sky
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Stargate: Atlantis, Stargate: SG-1
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski//Derek Hale
Warnings: future fic, alternate universe - canon divergence, pre-slash, canon character of color, queer gen, of course Stiles has the ATA gene, off world, Deputy Derek Hale, the ladies of the SGC are better than you, Derek is not a Goa'uld, post-season 3, scientist Stiles
Author's Summary: "Stiles spent the last eight days sharing a hut with his teammates and a handful of goat-like creatures on P7K-172. Dad’s going to be pissed he missed Thanksgiving."
Download link: You can download this podfic as an mp3 right over here (thanks again, , for hosting me!)
Points: (1+1+5+1+0)x3 = 24 points
Title: This Is Not a War Story
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Stargate: Atlantis, Stargate: SG-1
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan/Kanaan, Ronon Dex/Amelia Banks/Radek Zelenka, Laura Cadman/Aidan Ford, Madison Miller/Torren Emmagan, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Warnings: future fic, alternate universe - canon divergence, scientist Stiles,
Author's Summary: "Today's the day."
Download link: You can download it as an mp3 right over here (thank you, , for hosting me!)
Points: (1+1+5+1+5+10+10+10+1+0)x4 = 216 points
Podbook Of The Compiled Series: With a total runtime of 01:47:07, you can download the m4b right over here.
Total Points: (54+24+216) = 294 points
But the choir is much weaker than it was when I started with them several years ago, and the soprano-soloist DK was absent for Holy Saturday, the combination of which meant that I felt much more anxious about the whole thing than I did the other years I've done this, even though there was less music and more practice time. I did get to sing all the first soprano descants solo because DK wasn't there, which I enjoyed, except for the one song where the second sopranos failed utterly and I couldn't help them because I was singing the descant solo. (The nascent choir-director soul in me goes into conniptions when something goes wrong and I cannot help.)
Today not only DK was there, but Director's son came and sang tenor YAY. I cannot EXPRESS, except through CAPITAL LETTERS, how much better it was to have ACTUAL TENOR lines. Augh. And we had an "orchestra" of two violins, a cello, timpani, and two trumpets, and it was marvelous. (I should also remark here that DK wasn't present at rehearsal two weeks ago with the instruments, so I got to sing the big solo Benedictus with the strings in rehearsal (though she did it today), and it was THE MOST AWESOME THING EVER.) And DK and Director's son and Director and I sang a quartet, and the choir sang a Haydn mass. And we got to sit in the choir loft so we could actually hear one another sing! And we sang Cherubini and the Hallelujah Chorus and it was all actually really fun when I wasn't being anxious something would go horribly wrong because the choir was so weak. (Nothing did, today. It turns out that DK and Director's Son and Director and I together make a pretty good foundation for the rest of the choir.)
Also, I still totally love the Catholic church's pomp and theater of Holy Week. We don't do anything like this in my church (Easter is the only bit that we even acknowledge), which may be why I think it's so neat.
HBO sent the first three episodes of this fourth season of Game Of Thrones out to critics. “Breaker Of Chains” is probably the most uneven of the three, and the one most sorely lacking a big event around which the rest of the scenes can hinge. But it has the most thematically intriguing back-to-back scenes of the season so far, and those scenes cement that season four is predominantly a story about the woefully unhappy Lannisters attempting to quell family infighting to keep an iron grip on the Iron Throne.
The episode picks up just before the end of what fans of the series have dubbed the Purple Wedding, as Cersei screams at the top of her lungs for Tyrion to be arrested for Joffrey’s murder, and frantically demands Sansa be taken into custody as well. But let’s skip ahead to those two incredible scenes in the Great Sept of Baelor, both of which take place with Joffrey’s cold, lifeless body lying in the center of the room, ever-present in nearly all shots in this location.
Tywin Lannister, as played excellently by Charles Dance, is one of the most fascinating characters in the giant patchwork of Westeros. He’s the only character I care about enough to have watch one of those extensive YouTube supercuts stringing together all of his scenes in one video. (It’s a marvel how memorable he is with only around 85 minutes of screen time. What a supercut like that reveals is how maniacally obsessed Tywin is with preserving the permanent honor and prominence of House Lannister. In a previous season he made passing mention to his father, who nearly let the house fall into some ruin. As such, he’s made it his life’s mission to further the reputation of House Lannister at the cost of any happiness for his children, who he commands to do their duty to the family at all costs.
He’s also suffered personally since his wife died in childbirth. That doesn’t excuse his cold and dismissive attitude toward Tyrion, whom he continually mocks for being a freak who killed his wife coming into the world. But, like Cersei’s monologue about how she became hardened to the institution of marriage after being repeatedly raped by Robert, it explains how his personality has frozen into a cruel and loveless man who only thinks of pragmatic and cunning political and military strategy. He’s attempting to engineer a dynasty, and having won the war for control of the Iron Throne, he’s trying to keep hold of it—like those exceedingly wealthy families who attend conferences to learn strategies to make that wealth last for countless generations in the future.
Cersei and her younger son Tommen stand in the Sept, looking upon Joffrey’s body, when Tywin walks in and begins questioning Tommen. He’s the new King, and since Tywin is still the hand, he questions the boy about the qualities of a good king. It’s part history lesson on past rulers, part vicious insult to Robert Baratheon (Cersei’s deceased husband and Tommen’s father—Tywin does not pull punches), but mostly leading and manipulating the boy to the conclusion that he should trust his advisors. Joffrey wasn’t a wise king, and wasn’t a good king, and that’s probably why he’s dead at such a young age. Tommen will be a “good king” because he’s less likely to get in the way with his own aspirations. He’ll leave well enough alone while Tywin and the big boys hog the real power to themselves.
Tywin’s tone is so uncaring toward his daughter and dead grandson throughout the entire conversation perspective, but tact has always come secondary to sound strategy with the Lannister patriarch. He ignores Joffrey’s corpse as the remains of an uncontrollable brat now lost to history for good, and instead takes the new extension of the Lannister line on the throne under his wing to begin tutelage. Cersei’s reaction to her father’s constant question is remorse, as she blindly mourns the terror she brought up and could not control in the same way Tywin dominates his three children.
Wracked by grief, suspicion, and bloodlust, Cersei starts the episode as a screeching harpy, almost entirely unsympathetic as she moronically accuses her brother and his wife Sansa of Joffrey’s murder instead of, oh, I don’t know, any of the significantly more viable suspects, from Oberyn Martell to just about anyone other that Tyrion. As Dinklage says when his squire Podric comes to visit him in his prison cell: if he’d attempted to kill the king, he never would’ve designed it so that he ended up holding the cup and gawking right at Joffrey in the final moments. (For the record, the probable culprits have been sussed out elsewhere on the Internet. I don’t want to go into full spoiler territory, but a certain piece of less-than-reputable crystal jewelry may have been involved, unbeknownst to its owner at the time. Read the full story here if you know what this is about.)
The one real moment of humor during this scene is the transition, as Tywin leads Tommen out of the Sept while tentatively delving into the Westeros version of “The Birds And The Bees” talk. Jamie enters, and like any father-pretending-to-be-uncle would do, he attempts to comfort and reassure Tommen of his safety. And then the twin Lannister children are alone in the Sept. Cersei ceaselessly demands that Jamie, the father of her royal children, the subject of pernicious (true) rumors that threaten to disgrace the family, kill their brother Tyrion because she’s so (foolishly) sure that he murdered Joffrey despite the fact that he had little to gain by doing it except more ire from the family members he’s trying to avoid because they want him dead.
It’s at this moment, when Cersei is at her most insanely incredulous, that the two siblings give into the heightened emotion of the moment alone and kiss. But when Cersei pulls away, Jamie’s anger at her rejection ignites, and the tone flips almost immediately as he lashes out verbally and then proceeds to violently rape his sister, over her repeated protestations, up against the stone slab that supports the recently murdered body of their son. Cersei pleads, “Stop,” over and over again. Jamie says, “No.” Cersei screams, “It’s not right.” Jamie grunts, “I don’t care.”
It’s unflinchingly brutal, one of the most viscerally upsetting scenes depicted in an episode of Game Of Thrones that I can think of. (There have been other rapes that are only described, which have sounded more violent, but that scale is wholly useless.) Jamie, overcome with grief for his son, still upset at losing his hand and along with it his identity as a swordsman, lashes out at the woman he loves who continues to deny him. Again, like much of the behavior of the main figures in House Lannister, it’s not an excuse, merely an explanation for his complexity. This is why, for all the things Jamie says to Brienne, and that fledgling friendship, I still can’t root for the guy. He’s black as dragonglass at his core, but then again, so is Cersei. These are two morally complex characters who inflict terrible things upon outsiders and each other.
Tywin’s insistence on reputation and family prominence over any personal happiness may be working out in the short term of this single generation. After all, the Lannisters are still on the throne and control the realm. But the damage Tywin has inflicted upon his children means that the greatest threat to a millennia of Lannister rule atop the Iron Throne isn’t some outside army staking a claim and laying seize to King’s Landing, nor is it the threat of the Targaryen girl with three dragons across the sea—it’s the discord within the family itself, so tenuously holding on while privately falling to pieces. Tywin hasn’t been proven an utter hypocrite yet, like many of the other characters, but I think it’s safe to say at some point, all of that fervent abuse and strict control will come back to bite the Lannister patriarch right in the solar plexus.
Tyrion has demonstrated his motivation to help his family, similar to his father (and seeking approval though he’d never admit it and Tywin would never grant it), but also to do what little he can for the good of the realm, like in the Battle of Blackwater Bay, or his cunning logic. But he’s trapped in yet another trial situation, left high and dry as the prime suspect in a king’s murder. Sansa flees the capital, aided by Joffrey’s fool, who brings her out of the city to a boat where Lord Petyr Baelish awaits. He engineered the opportunity for Sansa to escape, and it’s not too much of a leap to presume he had a hand in Joffrey’s demise as well. That leaves Tyrion without a strong character witness. His goodbye to Podric is quite touching. That shred of decent humanity, coupled with his concern for Shae, his comedic barbs aimed at Tywin, Cersei, and just about everyone else, Tyrion is the Lannister who has been mistreated the most but managed to sweep as much as possible under the rug to keep on living. These Lannisters are alone at the top of Westeros now, but they’re finding that it’s lonely on the peak, and once up there the only people left to fight with belong to the family.
• Sam decides to move Gilly to a nearby village so she’s not in danger of any criminals forced to join the Night’s Watch attempting to assault her. To a certain extent Sam is correct to worry about danger coming to Caslte Black, though for another reason, since the Wildlings are canvassing lands south of the Wall and massacring villages. When that news reaches the Night’s Watch, it combines with the surviving members of what turned into a mutiny group at Craster’s Keep. Jon Snow correctly observes that they now need to seek out those mutineers and put them down, lest Mance Rayder learn that the force at the Wall is significantly diminished.
• Two other small check-ins this week: The Hound takes advantage of a kind man who shelters him and Arya for the night, leading to a confrontation over her not recognizing that things are bad, and weak people just plain won’t survive in a harsh world like that. And Davos comes up with a plan to potentially get Stannis the troops he desires, now tht his fortunes have improved with Joffrey’s death.
• Which brings us to Daenerys, tucked in right at the end of the episode once again so she can make a big dramatic speech and order some kind action that seems badass thanks to the swelling soundtrack. She’s a fan favorite, but really she’s a naïve liberator who hasn’t had the chance to settle down and actually attempt to rule. If she conquers Mereen, then she’ll finally have the chance to prove she can build something viable instead of just marauding and toppling slave cities and increasing her reputation by freeing all the slaves.
So the nominations for the Hugo Awards (and the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer, which is, we must ritually say, Not A Hugo) were announced this weekend, and have already occasioned a fair bit of comment while I was spending quality time with my family. (Here, have some cute kid pics.)
Here are some reactions, and reactions to reactions:
The Wheel of Time, the fourteen-book epic fantasy series by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson, is nominated for Best Novel in its entirety. Here is where I disagree with some quite good friends, and say that even if this makes sense (and I am not convinced that a fourteen-book series really belongs on a Best Novel category, whether or not that is technically permissible), I didn't nominate it and I'm not voting for it, because frankly I don't think it deserves it. Yes, it more-or-less stuck the landing (ugh, I've still never written up the last volume), but the multiple books of wheel-spinning in the late-middle (I've still never read one of them all the way through; err, also, pun not intended) and the incredibly poor way it handles its gender politics mean that as far as I'm concerned, it would be a nostalgia/tribute vote and not one on its merits.
There are some really exciting things on the ballot, too. Ancillary Justice is one of the most talked-about novels in my circles this past year, and I look forward to reading it. A blog post about erasure of women from history is nominated for Best Related Work (next year, I nominate medievalpoc for something—Fanzine? Fan Writer?). Sites I read regularly are nominated in Semiprozine and Fanzine (Strange Horizons and The Book Smugglers, respectively). I've been nominating Abigail Nussbaum for Fan Writer for years, and I'm thrilled to see her on the ballot; Liz Bourke and Mark Oshiro also do great work. [*] And the Campbell Award nominees are, as best I can tell, at least 80% non-white-males (and the cover of Max Gladstone's first book, the 20%, looks like this). So that's pretty great.
[*] Though eligibility for Fan Writer, when it comes to paid-for work out on the web for free, is really messed up under the WSFS Constitution (PDF), and badly needs revision. When it's not 11:30 at night I can elaborate, if anyone cares, but really, I'm mostly convinced that it should be changed to "nonfiction writer" instead, as someone-or-other suggested.
All that said, I promised agnosticism, which is this: I genuinely cannot find it in me to care whether the Hugos devolve into, as James Nicoll points out with characteristic brevity and asperity, political parties, or whether prior community norms about politicking prevail, or Vox Day et al. get bored, or whatever. Worst comes to worst, a few years of concerted effort results in actual winners instead of mere nominations for hateful trolls, and a few year after that, booksellers and the like catch up and realize that the Hugo is no longer prestigious, and, well, SFF fandom is big, even the bits of it that self-identify as fandom, and WorldCon and the Hugos are only a small part of that. Maybe Locus stops overweighting subscriber votes and becomes the popular award of record. Maybe the Nebulas experience a surge in prestige. Maybe I hit the lottery and endow a juried award in my honor. Who knows? But the Hugos aren't that big a teapot, at the end of the day, and if people want to self-identify with them and participate in the community that votes on them, great, they should do that, and if people don't, great, they should do that too.
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1. On Friday I verbally renewed my apartment lease for another year. I am fairly sure my lease doesn't actually run out until the end of May (or maybe the end of June? hang on, let me go look it up. yeah, June) but Landlord Dude said he'll stop by next Friday so we can sign a new lease. Which I think he might actually do this year, instead of lazily letting the verbal agreement stand unrecorded, since my rent is going up by $15 a month. And I want that in writing, particularly so I have hard copy proof of exactly when the new rate kicks in.
2. The smoke shop is now closing at 5pm on Sundays. Weekdays and Saturdays we will still be open until 7pm. My guess is that Boss Lady told Mr. Speakerphone she wanted to close early on Easter and he said we should just close at 5pm every Sunday thereafter, but that's just an educated guess on my part.
This means I'm going to lose an hour and a half of wages every week -- not two hours, because the shortening of my Sunday closing shift also means I lose my lunch break. Oh well, so it goes. I should probably trim my lunch breaks a little in general. I'm required to take 30 minutes, but in practice I often take 40 because we have been so slow lately, and also I tend to use my lunch breaks as a siesta break instead and it takes me a while to fall asleep.
3. I've been working on an Aradia-and-Sollux ficlet for the headache Cotton Candy Bingo prompt for the past week or so. It is very slow going -- the sort of slow going where 200 words a day is really awesome progress. *headdesk* I think it's hit the point where it should wind down to some sort of conclusion, but unfortunately I still have no idea what said conclusion should be. And it's not like this is in any way a long or complicated story! It's 1,850 words right now. Wow. Very words. Much impressive.
On that note, I still have three unassigned prompts from my first Cotton Candy Bingo round: unexpected love, news, and the WILD CARD square. I am toying with writing an Edmund's first winter in Narnia ficlet for the first, but I am blank like a blank sheet of paper on the other two.
Does anyone have any suggestions?
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And I would LOVE to see fanfic of this. I'm willing to pay in cookies!
- An intense, intimate spy thriller
- Backstory, OMG
- Plot that develops directly from the backstory, but with a strong sense of forward motion
- Stakes that are personal and political, with the fuzziest of lines between them
- A narrower scope than previous films (the world can't be in peril every week; smaller crises matter, too)
- More of the tight, intelligently-choreographed fight scenes we got in Winter Soldier, with lots of improvisation around interesting settings
- A quieter, more cerebral score (some of it baroque in feel, some of it with lots of Russian influence; more keyboard and strings than brass)