FIC LINK: The Wedding Tree (Twelve/Clara, teen-ish)

Title: The Wedding Tree
Rating: PG13
Pairings: Twelve/Clara
Tags: fluff, accidental marriage, friendly bickering, wedding night
Wordcount: 17K

complete story

AKA the fairy tale one in which the Doctor and Clara Oswald get married and have a lot of babies. By accident. Points for recognizing the source of Doctor's story. No four-letter words; no violence; sex but it's not explicit at all.

Yeah baby I finished a story for the first time in ages!
Giles/Spike 3

Snippets: 1 of a bunch

Fragment from an untitled Giles/Buffy story with a lot of Spike in it.

"Why did I leave her with you lot?"

"You thought she was dead," Spike said, pleasantly enough. He struck a match. The end of his cigarette glowed red. He blew out a stream of smoke. "She was dead."

Giles reached out a hand and Spike passed over the pack. Marlboros. American cigarettes. He tapped one out and handed it back. He struck a match on the side of his shoe. He did not often smoke these days. Only on special occasions, for very special kinds of shock. Inhale, out through his nose. A little bit of a buzz already. Spike was watching him closely over the glow of his own.

"The witch says she was in a hell dimension," he said.

Giles jabbed his cigarette at Spike, who danced back warily. "Slayers don't go to hell."

"Don't suppose they do."

"Why the bloody blazes did Willow think she was in hell?"

"You're assuming she isn't lying through her teeth. Wouldn't put it past her to be inventing excuses."

"Fuck," said Giles. Something butted against his shin: the cat, tail up, rubbing against him. In agreement again, he supposed. He peered down at the animal. It seemed friendly enough. "Hello, moggy," he said. "I wonder where you come from."

"Its name is Patches," Spike said.

"It bloody well is not."

"Answers to it." Spike dug around in one of his coat pockets and pulled something out. "Hey, Patches. Here you go." He tossed whatever it was at the ground before the cat. It moved, squeaked. It was a rat, no a deer mouse, white belly, furred tail, little round ears. It reared up and chittered at the cat, but it was in vain. The cat seized it and bit at the back of its neck. It carried off the corpse to the base of the tree, just out of the lamplight, and began eating.

"That was utterly gruesome," Giles said.

"Takes a predator to understand."

"You're neutered."

"At the moment."
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Bonus music: Kerry Muzzey's "The Night Sky", with dance. This piece was inspired by NASA audio renderings of radio waves emitted by the earth. The music in turn inspired the dance. Just awesome.
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Giles/Buffy sword

Oh, right.

It occurs to me that I'd better start working on my Summer of Giles story now, hadn't I, given the pace at which I write these days.

I know what I'm writing. There is no other choice.
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Moving in slow motion

I am putting around rather than getting this thing finished & driving toward shipping. As you know, Bob, it's ship or die. Shipping is preferable to death. So how do I effing ship this thing?

I need to make some front-end decisions. I have been dithering about how to do the browser-side interactivity. I need to pick something and go. And I need to open up the freakin' repo.

Bleah. What do you think? Angular.js or Flight? They're very, very different...

This morning at an ungodly early hour I picked up heavy weights and put them down again. Well, actually, since I was working on Olympic lifting skills, I flung fairly light weights into the air explosively then casually set them down again while grousing about how bad my form is. Max weight lifted: 75 pounds in an endless series of hang cleans while I practiced dropping under the weight at its moment of freefall. The trouble with this lift for me was partly how light 75 pounds is. I had to hang-clean it because if I lifted it from the floor I'd drive it up over my head by accident.

Compared to the average woman I am beastly strong these days. Compared to the average strength athlete I am a piker.

The video linked in the earlier graf shows a very nice shirtless young man demonstrating cleans. Do click if if the jargon is puzzling. The people who do this lift seriously are brick-shaped not all ripped, because of how much raw muscle is required to move serious weight. But nearly every sport requiring explosive movement trains its athletes with the clean in some form.

Music: Not going to recommend today's music. Too glitchy for me.

No, wait, I'm not done on the topic of tags.

Everything you need to know about AO3's author-freedom-is-paramount tagging experiment: The canonical tag "Fanfiction" is used 910 times.

No, wait, I'm not done ranting.
"Slash": 12835 despite the fact that the plumbing on the participants in any sex acts is a top-level fic category in the archive.
"To Read": 5584
"Unread": 2036


Today I am writing the core of the subscription feature. When in need of procrastination from that, I'm adding a few tags at a time to the canned taxonomy. I am getting hard-core about tags. If something is longer than one word, I stare at it extra-hard. If it is not a Big Thing in fanfic, I stare at it hard and ask myself if it is better off being searched for rather than browsed using a tag. For example, pancakes & waffles. Despite what I said yesterday, I think those are better off searched for. Topes, on the other hand-- every darn trope needs to be a tag. If pancakes were a trope, they would be in instantly. Sadly they are not.

Mmm, pancakes.

I have a week off between jobs. I shall see how much I can get done in that week with its large blocks of uninterrupted time.