I think these may be both be "it depends on the episode" questions, but:

If a vamp is dusted while holding something, say a weapon, is the weapon dusted, too?

When a vamp is staked through the heart with a stake or something, does the stake ever disintegrate, too? Maybe only if it's left in too long?

• 10:02 That's what I do. :) RT @acorvelli: @fiafortune Thanks for screaming, We heard you loud & clear. ;-) Good show tonight! #ETH #
• 12:09 Quietly suffocating while @Celticchick36's dog launches SBDs... #
• 22:07 Jager + #ETH = WIN #

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Hey all. I hope you are having a great weekend. Mine has been pretty good. It's raining here, which is nice. And for some reason, today I'm in a Rupert/Willow mood. So, here are my recs for today.

My first choice is set in season four, after Oz leaves. Everyone is at Rupert's place researching, but really, no one wants to be. So the couples run off, leaving Rupert and Willow alone. He is secretly crazy about her and she has been in love with him for years, yet neither has the courage to tell the other. But they agree to take the night off and relax together. That leads to some confessions and some hot shaggage. The story is called Beware the Quiet Ones by Elisabeth and it's rated FRAO. I like how shy Rupert lets out his need and desire in this. It's cute and I love the bedroom scene.

The next one is set in season 7. Giles is living in London when Willow comes back and asked to be assigned there. Turns out Kennedy cheated on her. Rupert has a girlfriend, but she leaves him when she realises that he is in love with Willow. Willow, in an effort to comfort Rupert over the breakup takes him out to dinner. Over the course of the night they admit that they love each other and it ends in sweet shaggage and snuggling. The story is called Loss and Love, also by Elizabeth. It's also FRAO. I like how Willow is written in this one. She's not the shy, inexperienced girl in this. She is more mature and confident and when they get into bed, she is his equal. Totally worth the read.

The last one is set in season seven. Rupert and Willow decide to take their relationship to the next level. Now, I know that sounds simple and maybe a bit boring, but I assure you, that is so not the case. This story is so well written as to call it crafted. The word choices draw a picture and it's a beautiful one of love and need and desire. The characters stay in character and the sex is slow and hot and perfect. It's called First Time by Trekker and it's absolutely wonderful.

I hope you have a great weekend and happy reading!

I've heard from everyone I believe I will be hearing from, so...

I have 9 fics that need pinch hitters for art! I will be pitching in myself on art, but I would appreciate any help from any of you who feel you could work quickly to get the art together by the author's posting date (ideally).

If you're willing to help out, give me a shout on email silentflux.livejournal[at]gmail[dot]com and I will let you know which stories need help!

Thanks!

Stopped by library to see if they have source text for Yuletide so I can get in one watching before expedited shipment from Half.com does. Despite what online catalog says, they don't have it.

Stopped by arts center to sign a gift for my dear friend F., who turns 90 soon. Also to make an addition to the group art project for her. I originally meant to pick up the basic item to make it, but when I saw what the others had done, I decided to stick around and make it there, taking advantage of the boxes and boxes of art supplies. Took a couple of hours to do so, and I was exhausted when I was done.

Stopped by grocery to pick up part of the Thanksgiving haul I was planning to do today.

Super tired, so that's probably the last accomplishment of the day. But the gift thing is high priority, so I'll cope with cleaning fail tomorrow.

Now for some due South and pizza for dinner.

Merlin annoys me. ( Read more... )
I'm really bored of this stupid show that keeps on being about white boys being angsty cause they're so special and nobody knows it.



Star Trek is fun. Star Trek has lots of stuff going boom.
... Star Trek has one woman surrounded by lots of men. And two bit part mothers who have the job of making sons and either vanishing from the story or getting killed to make angst.
I'd really love it if Star Trek could fix that so I could enjoy things going boom.

So I just watched it, and now I want to watch the extras. Only it turns out the version you get from Tesco is not the one with the many extras. I want disc two. I'd have to buy the whole film over again. Boo.
Why they do that anyway?



I been reading about % of women writers in Hollywood, in TV, in UK scriptwriting. It's really very far short of half. And % of women characters.
In the UK: 17% of playwrights are women; 38% of stage roles are for women; 35% of TV roles are for women; Writers Guild America say: Women remain stuck at 28 percent of television employment and 18 percent of film employment.
Why is this so difficult? Half the world! Half!

... now I'm all frustrated and grumpy instead of yayful and it's very annoying.

• Even the weekend before Thanksgiving, there are still tourists in Gettysburg.  You know how I know this?  Because the idiots can't figure out how to drive in a traffic circle.  It's really very simple.  If there's a car coming across the circle, wait your turn.  If there's a break, go.  Don't get half-way out into the circle, then realize there's a car coming, and stop.  If everyone drives responsibly, it's a safe and efficient way of handling an intersection.  If they don't it's a mess.  It was a mess today.
• The Christmas tree was up in the town square already.  And see point #1, it's not even Thanksgiving, yet.
• I hate, hate, hate shopping for any kind of pants, but particularly jeans.  It always ends with me trying on a bazillion pairs to find one that fits.  Apparently, I have a small waist for my size (or I have a big butt for my  waist size, but I much prefer the small waist, you know?).  So if I find a pair of pants (particularly jeans) that are big enough to get over my hips and butt, there's usually a huge gap in the small of my back.  And my torso is long enough that low-rider jeans are too low, so I can't solve the problem that way.  When you've tried on every single pair of jeans in your size in a department store and none of them fit, that's frustrating.  I ended up having to go to the Spawn of Satan (aka Walmart).  But at least I found not one but three pairs of jeans that would work.  Which was good, because I was down to one pair fit to be seen in public.  And the winners are: Signature by Levi Strauss and Co. Totally Slimming at Waist, Riders by Lee Comfort no-gap Waistband and Riders by Lee Slender Stretch Mid-rise boot cut.

On the bright side, only in Gettysburg would you see two ladies in Civil War clothes in the womens' changing rooms at Walmart.  And I now have jeans!
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First of all, this could've happened next weekend, which would've sucked monkey balls.

Second, while I'm definitely sick enough to not go to work today (bad sore throat, feverish on and off, achey, etc.), I'm not too sick to appreciate the unexpected day off to lie about.

Third, in a (happy? fortuitous?) coincidence, my father was sick earlier this week, prompting my mother to whip up a batch of homemade chicken noodle soup, which I consumed while lying prostrate on my parents' sofa last night, with my cat curled up next to me and NCIS reruns on TV.

Actually, Caz was not so much curled up next to me while I ate the soup as he was up in my face begging to be given bits of chicken. He started his insulin tablets last night and immediately felt much better, I think. He's been way more energetic and annoying the last twenty-four hours. My mother was so happy she fed him till I thought he would pop.

This is a Really Good Thing, because the visit to my parents' vet was a bust - or, no, not so much a bust, as a really fucking dreadful experience never to be repeated. The office smelled of pee and probably worse things to poor Caz, who had one asthma attack after another the whole time we were there; no one smiled at me; the vet barely spoke to me, just poked and prodded Caz and tried to tell me his lungs were fine when they clearly were not. And his "opinion"? I should see a specialist.

Well, fuck that. He hasn't had an attack all day today. *knocks on wood* I like my vet, I like her office and her people, and I'm going to trust that she's doing the best thing for Caz and me.

And now, back to watching S1 of Who (purchased during Amazon.com's 60% off sale of win last week) and poking at my idea for a Pete's World!OT3 fic.

Two loads of laundry.

Ordered source text for Yuletide, which I should've done sooner.

Spent maybe five minutes decluttering before back started aching.

Sat down "for a minute" and ate almost entire sleeve of Thin Mints.

Considered regretting Thin Mints.

Currently pinned by cat.

22by7 started a comment fic meme to celebrate the awesomeness ( slightly spoilery but not very )

Today was going to be Day One of epic houseclean before Thanksgiving.

It is now nearly noon, and I have:

Archived two more fics on AO3 that had no homes anywhere but LJ.

Written comment fic.

Commented here and there on LJ.

Friended new person.

Chatted with Hepmom.

Here's a story I meant to share after Hepbro's trip. He's a car fan -- he and Dean Winchester would spend a happy few hours talking muscle cars, I'm sure. So I took him to a burger chain near Madison, Quaker Steak and Lube. Burgers and fries were good, decor was VERY Dean and Hepbro friendly, and fandom has broken my brain. Seeing the word "lube" about a million times on the menu tickled me unduly, and I busted out laughing at the description of the burger that's "RIMMED in black pepper" (all caps theirs). Hepbro was puzzled.

And I might as well post the comment fic before I get anything done. Coming up!

(It's awesome in my head but I just woke up)

I just dreamed something like a Torchwood 'Ghostwatch', where there was a live broadcast that steadily went horribly wrong as we watched on BBC digital and tried to record off the red button. ( Read more... )


And in my dream that was when we faded to black. So I have to figure out what happens next.

Clearly it will involve overlapping universes and the return of this Ianto to the main TW'verse. It may or may not explain what he was doing waiting for that guy. It may or may not involve thrilling heroics on his part. And while it would be spectacular to have the overlap flood the Hub from on high, there's certain problems with that if we take what canon left us.


... *sigh* dream bunnies is never as awesome once you type them up. This is pretty good, but it's like the first five minutes of something, and I have to figure the rest out.

Today I attended the information session for the post-grad program I'm hoping to get into. And according to said session they accept less than 20% of the people who apply. I knew it was difficult to get into but... O.o

So wish me luck. lots, and lots, and lots of luck.

Title: A Discourse on the Medical Risks of Regeneration.
Author: pencilguardian.
Characters/Pairings: 3rd Doctor.
Rating: All ages.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 3058.
Summary: On Gallifrey, the newly-minted Third Doctor gets a checkup.

Recced Because: I find regeneration really interesting, and the transition of the 2nd Doctor to the 3rd is not typical as we all know. This fic occurs after the timelords have forced the 2nd Doctor to regenerate. The 3rd Doctor is in a weakened and precarious state for most of this story, the action focusing instead of the Gallifreyan physician and a guard. The writer is very economical, having so few characters and such a simple plot. This story stands out most for me as a window into Gallifreyan life, as the physician describes all the various ways regenerations can go wrong.

Title: Both Sides Now
Pairings: Jim/Bruce
Rating: NC-17.
Wordcount: 9,645
A/N: So, I was going to wait with this part until I've finished the between-Begins-and-TDK interlude, figuring it would be 5-6 thousand words... 21k into the interlude, I think not. So, here goes a part of it.

( Read more... )

My workplace today.

I'm not actually one hundred percent sure what I mean to get accomplished today, but I have Grail, The Steles of the Sky, and the Secrit Projekt with kylecassidy all open simultaneously, and I'm poking at them all distractedly while waiting for genius to strike.

I may also attempt to read the next book I am supposed to review, which also qualifies as paying work.

I'm also researching Mongolian megafauna, which is a little too much fun, as it justifies things like watching Walking with Beasts and so forth. Here, have an awesome photo of a model of an Indricothere.

(And in North American megafauna, a fantasy art image of an arctic war brontothere) I want one. Now there is a companion animal fantasy I would buy. I mean, what do you say to WAR BRONTOTHERE except Hellyeah? That's cooler than an Oliphaunt, baby.

Today's tea: Yunan Jig (from Adiago, which is nice tea but way overpriced--like, by a factor of two or three. The packaging isn't that nice, guys)

Today's mug: Pilot Knob Coffee, which my father assures me is the worst coffee known to the North American continent. It's named after a monadnock in North Carolina, Pilot Mountain.

("Monadnock" is your word for the day. You are welcome.)

Anyone else use Mac's mail program? I've been using it to send my queries out, using my "professional" email address... or so I thought. Today, I got a reply (form letter...) to my FANNISH email, somehow! THIS IS NOT OKAY. I don't know how it happened, and the email program is staunchly insisting that it send it out with my pro address. I don't even have my email program set up to know my fannish address! So I'm very disturbed. GAH, because I need agents reading my fanfic, yeah. *headdesk*

ETA: Hi, there, if you're a literary agent. Yes, you have discovered my horrible secret, I write porny fanfic. I'm sorry?