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Fandom: Castle
Creator: craterdweller
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Prompts: I Like You
Characters: Beckett, Castle
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Sadness. Cowboy crooner and yodeler Slim Whitman has passed away at the age of 90. An international recording star for decades, with recordings spanning from 1954 to 2010, he had a smooth-as-whiskey voice, an amazing falsetto, and a unique, haunting style:





Of course, it could have a somewhat discordant effect on the unwary:


Rest well, sir, and thanks.

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Title: this is a place where i don't feel alone (this is a place that feels like home)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1875
Summary: After Sam jumps into the cage, Dean sees him everywhere. They never did learn how to let each other go.
A/N: Written for spnspringfling for delanach! I chose her prompts "Sam/Dean" and "Choice." Title from Home by Cinematic Orchestra. Betaed by the ever wonderful geckoholic.

It’s easier to say nothing, to lean his head back against the couch. Close his eyes and let Bobby do all of the talking and not have to think about what to say or how to say it without sounding like he’s dying inside.


On a separate note, don't walk - run to read the wonderful, glorious fic written for me by fleshisyummy - Nothing Ends. It's Sam/Ruby/Dean, with a beautifully manipulative Ruby and Sam taking over hell and a reluctant Dean giving in to his brother and omg, it's everything I have ever wanted. GO. READ IT. NOW.

Oh wow :(

http://www.tmz.com/2013/06/19/james-gandolfini-dead-dies-italy/

First Worlders pondering how to limit brown and black people's birth rate

Also posted at Dreamwidth, where there are comment(s); comment here or there.

So, I graduated last weekend. And my siblings all came to visit me for the ceremony! [pic] I'm not sure how I really feel about this milestone; as with many milestones, I think I'm probably too entrenched in the messiness of reality's timelines to really understand their importance. Like, it's this BIG DAY but then, haven't I known I was going to graduate long before now? Won't my life be exactly the same post-degree as pre-degree? Life's not really punctuated that way unless you make it so, and I'm not sure if I'm capable of that. I may ruminate on this kind of thing more later, but in the meantime, more in keeping with the rest of this journal... TELEVISION!

I meant to watch the first episode of Community yesterday, which turned into my roomie and I watching a few, which turned into my entire house watching all 25 episodes of the first season. It was fun. I don't know if any of you watch, since it's almost as far from SPN as you can get, generically, but it's a great summer sprint show, during Hellatus.

And in spite of its complete lack of analogy wrt SPN, it did make me realize something about my relationship to Dean fandom in S7/8.

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Found the glasses screwdriver, lost the screws. Found the screws, fixed Ana's glasses, lost a steak. A steak! Now, how does one lose one out of three steaks?

(With the aid of a cat, I think. I had put down the groceries to rush to the bathroom, and never really glanced at them when I put them away.)

Found the steak, but honestly, what am I going to do with a slab of meat that's been out more than 24 hours in the summer? The little miscreant didn't even eat much!

This day and this weekend, I tell ya'.... Ugh...

It all started on Friday, really. During Thursday me and Alexandra had been out walking in the pouring rain, and apparently that was not a good idea for me... Alexandra was fine! No worries there. But to me it was not so fine...

Because I got a cold. And not just any cold. But the cold from Hell...

I haven't been that knocked out from a cold before, I am not even joking. peting73 was a doll all weekend and took full responsibility for Alexandra so I could relax and try to heal up.

And I got it all.Stuffed nose. Stuffed throat. Stuffed ears... Stuffed everywhere!

And then on Sunday? I couldn't breath properly. Not even joking. It was really heavy and tough to get a breath. :-/

Now a wise person would have gone to the ER right away, right? Well. I am not so very smart. I am my fathers daughter. Eh... It'll pass. But it didn't. And at 2pm I gave up, and called to get the car home (he was at a park with Alexandra) so I could go to the ER.

Did so. Stressed place that. I got a special inhaler thing there and it cleared it up. Almost, but I figured hey! I can BREATH! X-D So I left and got home with a stop to the drugstore to get more of the inhaler, since I got a recipe for it. :-)

Great right? Well not. Because after I'd been home for... an hour, maybe? It got back. I had trouble breathing again! So I used the inhaler I now had at home. Only worked for a min or so. I know I took it to much, four times in just an afternoon, but... I really really didn't wanna go back to the ER. Instead I went to bed. But as soon as I put my head on the pillow, my throat pretty much closed up. o.O Or so it felt like.

Yay. Back to the ER I went! And now, since I'd sorta overdosed on the inhaler I had at home, they couldn't give me the good stuff. Instead they gave me a ton of other stuff... and nothing worked! Until 4am in the morning, when finally enough time had passed and they could give me that thing again. I COULD BREATH! OMG! Such a feeling... They kept me there a few hours more for observation, threatening to keep me for a few days (over Midsummer? OH HELL NO!). But at 10:30am in the morning... I could FINALLY go home! I had even slept some! :-)

Poor peting73 though. He stayed up until 4am Monday morning worried about me... Then had to get up at 5am and call his workmate to tell his mate he would not come in to work that day... and then Alexandra woke up at 6am... Ready for a new day!

To say he collapsed when I got home would be an understatement. :-P So we just lazed around all Monday pretty much. Doctors orders: Eat five of these pills each day for five days, use your inhaler four times a day for six days, drink plenty tea and water and RELAX! Oh, and those pills give you energy so take them all in the morning... And did we mention relax? *lol*

So that's what I did during Monday..

Fast forward to today, Tuesday.

Where I definitely did NOT follow the Doctors orders... o.O

Watch this:

Alexandra woke up at 6:15am, of course... Not all bad, since I had to start laundry at 7am sharp. So up we went, and got new diaper and both of us dressed. Sorted laundry (A LOT!) and found the baby carrier so I could carry all the laundry and Alexandra down stairs to the basement where our laundry room is. (Alexandra who now weighs about 9 kilos, I might add... HEAVY!) Got down stairs just in time and started two loads of laundry, carried Alexandra up stairs and got morning porridge in her... or so I thought since she was in a MOOD and threw it around, so she only got half if it in her belly. Then we went downstairs to the basement, this time carrying the diaper bag and Alexandra and changed the loads and got the clean stuff in the drier. Then we went to Open Preschool that had their last day today before summer vacations and all that + Midsummer celebration for kids all ages. So we got to our usual bus-stop. Just to find out the quick bus is canceled during summer. Crap. So another buss and off we go.

At this point, it's only 9am.

We got to the Midsummer celebration just in time! Got a message from peting73 saying he might get home early from work since he is not totally OK. So I texted him back telling him all the stuff I'd been doing in the morning, sorta proud!

Got back kinda Oh woe is me, I can not be sick, everything is always worse for you, sorry I might destroy our midsummer-vacation-trip-thing, since I just about puked during breakfast-break at work...

Me: *FACE-PALM!*

So I called him up and we dealt with misunderstanding.

Onwards.

Got nice strawberries and ice cream at the Midsummer-celebration at Open Preschool and then we went home!

Dealt with laundry so everything was hanging up to get dry or in the dryer.

Up to the apartment and getting more food in Alexandra. Then peting73 came home, went straight to bed, still in a mood and not feeling to great.

Took a seat in the couch. Alexandra asleep for two hours (!).

Down to get the laundry. A bit late, so the next person is already there, but she was fine with me being late. Lovely woman!

Folded and got all the laundry ready and then carried all that plus Alexandra in the baby carrier upstairs! (PHEW!)

It's 4pm at this point.

peting73 all mopey, food what, don't wanna cook don't wanna do anything...

So I got all the flowers drenched in water so they'll be fine while we are gone and then set to preparing dinner while I told peting73 to go shop baby-food since we'll need it during our trip. I can't cook baby-food for Alexandra then.

5pm I feed Alexandra and 5:30pm peting73 comes home. Now annoyed he didn't get food BEFORE going grocery shopping. *FACE-PALM!* He is still feeling sick. He goes to lay on the couch after dinner. Me I deal with Alexandra and trying to get all the clothes that I'd folded put away.

Success with half of it! Then time to get Alexandra a bath so she'll be clean and nice for trip. peting73 still on couch slightly sick don't wanna...

Right! Me do! And does so successfully at 6:30pm. Alexandra loves it! So she gets a long bath and then her pajamas on + diaper and then she sits in peting73's lap a bit while I prepare her evening porridge. She eats well, but is very tired. peting73 still on couch. Now asleep. AGAIN!

Nature calls for me just when Alexandra is done, prompting a HUGE bout of crying from Miss mini_viking waking peting73 up so he deals with her for a bit until I can again. I take Alexandra with me and let her fall asleep in my lap and take a breather.

PHEW!

What a day!

And tomorrow? Tomorrow we are finally going on that trip! :-D Because now peting73 is fine. :-) Whatever sickness he got it passed during the day, so this evening? Fine. So there will be a trip tomorrow.

Plan is set and will go as follow...

• Tomorrow: Drive to my aunts for the HUGE family gathering / Pre-Midsummer party she arranges every single year! There'll be around 25-30 people there or so, all of us related in one way or another to each other or married into the family. :-) (2 hour drive.)



• Then drive on for 3 hours more to a small city where we'll stay at the main hotel and sleep.



• 21st, Midsummer Eve: We'll get up when Alexandra wakes up and drive on towards peting73s best friend for another... Maybe 4 hour drive or so? And then celebrate Midsummer's Eve with him and his family and some more friends! We'll sleep at theirs that night.



• 22nd, Midsummer Day: We'll spend some more time with peting73s best friend and his family, before we leave. Drive for about 4 hours or so and then stay in another city this time and stay at one of their hotels and spend the night there.



• 23ed: Wake up with Alexandra. Get ready and drive home the last 4 hours on the road...

It'll be an interesting experience for sure to make such a huge trip with Alexandra... But we've prepared as much as possible, so I am quite confident it'll be fine. She don't mind going in the car, and I'll bring toys and such for her to play with, not to mention plenty food and water. :-) So I am quite hopefull for the trip. And it'll be great to meet everyone of course! :-D

Right. I should go to bed. It's quite the day we have ahead of us tomorrow!

HAVE A GREAT MIDSUMMER IF YOU CELEBRATE IT, PEOPLE!

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What did you just finish reading?
Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell. A beautiful, devastating page-turner.

What are you reading now?
Sofia Samatar's A Stranger in Olondria. Loving it.

Still reading Queers Dig Time Lords.

Rereading Tam Lin by Pamela Dean (for Readercon).

Also doing some research rereading (in Outlaws of America: The Weather Underground and the Politics of Solidarity by Dan Berger) for the Jo book, now that I am (happily) in Jo book revision mode.

What will you read next?
I'm looking forward to reading more of what I bought at Wiscon, especially Wiscon Chronicles 7: Shattering Ableist Narratives.

*sorted through my daughter's clothes
*baked bread
*baked lemon meringue pie
*went on a 45 minute walk around the neighbourhood lake
*went grocery shopping
*waited on my daughter hand and foot (when you break a bone you get a one-day full-service contract, lol)

It might not seem much but compared to my usual day of sitting on my butt, writing and web surfing, I feel quite accomplished.

Regarding the wild tales of pirate booty at Liverpool Docks: Whereof I cannot speak, thereof I am going to do my best to remain silent. And instead, turn to news that stands a sporting chance of actually being true.

Jenna-Louise Coleman is to play Lydia Wickham.

The fandom-specific plot followed inevitably.

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EGGPLANT!

Or if you prefer

AUBERGINE!

I have sliced and salted my eggplant. Spongy motherfuckers, aren't they? Anyway, at the moment all the little eggplant-fries are sitting in a colander, coated in an entire shaker's worth of salt. Later, they shall roast. Indeed. Well, I might pan-fry a couple just to see. This is a very labour-intensive vegetable.

Oddly enough, I usually smell vegetables very strongly -- walking into a Subway sandwich shop is like plunging my face into a bucket of shredded lettuce -- but this eggplant appears to have no odor at all. Maybe that means it has no flavour, which would honestly be a nice break for me.

In the meantime I cooked some bacon and reheated some portobello slices in the toaster oven and had a portobello and bacon sandwich.

HEALTHY.

Spent the day, with foot up, and well a brief debate with my mother over the phone about whether or not I should be wearing a ski boot at the moment not a compression bandage soft cast. She also thinks I should be taking Aleve. (I'm trying to cut back on pain meds for now. It's not that bad. It just aches enough to let me know it is there.) I pointed out that she was in South Carolina, had not seen my injury, and wasn't my doctor...I also got more of the plot of Gone With The Wind. My mother has spoiled more books and films for me. She tells me the entire plot, analyzes the book to death, and rips it apart. To the point that I really don't see any point in reading it. (And yes, I know, the apple does not fall far from the tree.) She states that by the end of the book, you don't want Scarlett O'Hara with anyone, let alone Rhett Butler. Hmm. I'm thinking Gone with the Wind is the anti-romance? Which explains why some people like it I suppose, but it does not explain how people tolerate the racism. Although to be fair a lot of literature in the 1700-1950s is incredibly racist. A friend of mine, CW, used to state that she read Flannery O'Connor to see how they (racists) think, so she could handle it better.

Also been watching Mad Men - I up to the episode in which they had to do a little bit of creative outside the box maneuvering to get the Chevy account. It's better than I thought it would be. A tad slow in places, but building steadily. I like the fact that Matt Weiner examines his characters actions fully, without taking short cuts. But this is true of this genre.

And playing Words with Friends - with a coworker -I'm not great at it. But I don't really care. I just enjoy playing, who wins or loses means little to me. I'm not that competitive when it comes to games. My brother is the reason for this. We'd play - he'd gloat if he won, and throw a hissy fit if he lost. Either way, it was not exactly enjoyable. It got to the point in which I stopped caring who won. It's not just me, his wife refuses to play games with him and he's been forbidden to play monopoly by his friends.

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Good: Saw Dr. L the PCP today. Explained that I can no longer tell what hurts because I can't tell what's sphenoid, what's a migraine caused by the Botox wearing off (tomorrow can't come soon enough oh my god), what's just...headachy, and I could really use a decapitation. He wasn't willing to cut my head off but he did give me one more week's worth of Fioricet, after which I'm done, because this is not meant to be a long-term medication. It's addictive and can cause rebound and I'm totally cool with that, but I need something to get me through until the Botox kicks in and I see Dr. P again and then I can ask him for options.

Good: Came home to find my phone on my computer! Pinky and Sabs stopped by since they were in the area (and I gave them the code to the garage so they could get in) and somehow rescued it. I have no idea how. I've texted Pinky and sent her a FB message thanking her and saying "how did you do it??" but haven't heard back. I feel connected to the world again!

Bad: I, uh, broke another tooth, this one lower right jaw. I was eating pita chips in the car in lieu of lunch and something didn't taste quite right and yeah, one more down. I have a dentist's appointment in an hour and a half so they can look at it and determine if it needs bonding or an actual crown. Given what it looks like my money's on crown, but I can hope for a bonding. That's a lot cheaper and I'm still paying off the last crown I got. Plus I don't know if my dental benefits will cover any more crowns this year, and those ain't cheap. I'll be paying my dentist for the next year, me thinks. Fortunately he's flexible about that so long as we keep making payments. I have got to do better about taking care of my teeth. *determinedface*

Bad: Despite the excedrin I took an hour and a half ago my head still hurts. I really really really don't want to go back out and get in the car and drive down to Kirkland, but I guess I have to. Maybe I can pick up the fioricet on the way. (Not take it, obviously; I need to drive, plus I can't combine it with excedrin because two of the ingredients are the same.)

But at least I have my phone.

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This is going to be brief because I need a shower, then to get a ton of stuff done, but....

How many of you remember Baby and Crowley, the cats asshat kept?

Guess who liberated them from his house a couple of weeks ago with the aid of the wonderful and amazing spacezombie?

The long and short is, they were neglected. Terribly. The house reeked of urine, there was cat shit in every room, the litter box room was so bad I couldn't breathe in there, the boxes looked like they hadn't been changed in months, and the cats?

Let's just say I had to get both hands X-rayed once the cats were in a stable enough position I could leave them for a while. The pantry door may or may not have suffered injury as well.

Both cats got shaved. Crowley had major, major dental work, and Baby needs less major work and the cyst on her tail removed. They were in psychologically horrible shape--they'd given up. When the vet thanks you for bringing them in, you know it's bad. In the end, I kept Baby, and Will (Spacezombie) took Crowley, and both of them are so happy. When we let them out of their carriers into their nice, new, clean, but still new and strange and strange-cat-scented homes, they hurried straight out. And SNIFFED! And LOOKED AROUND! And PURRED! Oh, they were happy. =) Sooooooooooo haaaaaaaaappy.

They're still getting used to the other cats, and I haven't gotten Baby's dental work done, but they're in good places now. They've stopped hiding, they come see people now (even Baby, who's never liked strangers--makes me wonder what asshat did to her even when I was still around), and they and their new siblings are gradually coming to terms. Baby doesn't like to leave my room, but that's okay. Pea's getting comfortable with coming in, and Baby's getting comfortable with letting her be here.

And, I, for one, am much more contented knowing my babies are finally cared for and safe.