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bedlamsbard* I promised I'd drop a pile of vid recs, Star Trek Reboot (which I still haven't seen, god, cruel world) and otherwise (mostly old, so y'all might have seen these before), today, so:
Don't Stop Believing, byarefadedaway (Star Trek, team)
Circus, bybutterfly (Star Trek, Kirk)
Poker Face, bytalitha78 (Star Trek, Spock, Spock/Kirk)
We Go Together, bysuch_heights (Star Trek, team)
Space Olympics, bytaleya (Star Trek, team, humor)
Cuz I Can, byarefadedaway (Iron Man, Tony)
Snakes on a Plane, bydualbunny (Harry Potter, Harry, Voldemort)
Cuz I Can, bydualbunny (Battlestar Galactica, Starbuck) (apropos of nothing, this is the one that makes me want to write kickass Susan and/or Lucy)
God is a DJ, bydualbunny (Battlestar Galactica, Starbuck)
Glorious, bysuch_heights (multifandom, yay women!)
One Girl Revolution, byarefadedaway (multifandom, yay women!)
Bionic, bytallulah71 (multifandom, yay women!)
I'm Your Man, by (multifandom, femmeslash, yay women!)
* See the two vids up there to the same song? That is the song I keep mentally vidding Warsverse Susan to in my head. Let us all be very glad that (a), 98% of the footage does not actually exist, and (b), I cannot actually vid. No, seriously, look at the lyrics! Susan, Susan, Susan, from LWW through the Golden Age through post-PC through Dust. It would be awesome. Also, I would intercut fighting and sex, and "I live a life of sin" would be her sleeping with various men intercut with her sleeping with Peter. And "you talk real loud" would be Lucy yelling at her. See, aren't we glad I don't vid? Yes.
* Oh my God, the first part of the colonial fantasy novel starts out with so much colonial BS, I cannot even. "The natives are harmless as puppies – more so, puppies gnaw on your boots and piss on your uniforms." My modern day soul where the liberal and conservative halves are waging a continual war for dominance weeps.
* I have 2K of Dust 17 and it hasn't made me want to cry yet. I am looking at this as as a bright side. (Apparently, on one side of the Great River Narnia is Louisiana. On the other side, it's Maine. Or possibly Washington. Look, don't ask, I just write the thing.)
* On the not so bright side, I am about ninety percent certain I'm going to have to rip out the tank top I'm knitting because I used needles a size too small on the neck. DEATH.
* Currently reading Agincourt, by Bernard Cornwell, and rereading Red Seas Under Red Skies, by Scott Lynch.
* One of these days I shall learn not to watch so-called romantic comedies. All they do is make me feel pissed off at the world and also that I'm not doing anything with my life. Oh, it's not the "get yourself a MAN" thing; I have no idea what it is specifically. Also, a lot of these movies deal with embarrassment and I have a HUGE humiliation squick. In other words: watched Never Been Kissed for the first time last night. This one didn't piss me off as much as 27 Dresses did; after that one my roommate came in at one in the morning with a friend to find me ripping the sheets off my bed in a fury. Seriously, you'd think I would have learned by now.
* My mother needs to learn that the one sure way to make sure I don't do something is to tell me to do it. Repeatedly. She hasn't told me to bake, therefore I'm baking up a storm. She has, however, told me to get a job, get a volunteer job if I'm not going to get an actual job, clean my room, start exercising, clean my desk space in the library (we have a library. don't ask), take self-defense classes (this is what happens when you watch S1 of Bones with your family), write a thank-you letter to my grandparents, get up earlier, go to bed earlier, and possibly do something with my life that does not involve getting a useless degree in the liberal arts from an expensive fancy-schmancy private university and then not use it in order to spend the rest of my life doing something that will generate no income, like writing books.
* I need to type up the rest of "Mercy Cry." I also need to go water my mother's plants.
Don't Stop Believing, by
arefadedaway (Star Trek, team)Circus, by
butterfly (Star Trek, Kirk)Poker Face, by
talitha78 (Star Trek, Spock, Spock/Kirk)We Go Together, by
such_heights (Star Trek, team)Space Olympics, by
taleya (Star Trek, team, humor)Cuz I Can, by
arefadedaway (Iron Man, Tony)Snakes on a Plane, by
dualbunny (Harry Potter, Harry, Voldemort)Cuz I Can, by
dualbunny (Battlestar Galactica, Starbuck) (apropos of nothing, this is the one that makes me want to write kickass Susan and/or Lucy)God is a DJ, by
dualbunny (Battlestar Galactica, Starbuck)Glorious, by
such_heights (multifandom, yay women!)One Girl Revolution, by
arefadedaway (multifandom, yay women!)Bionic, by
tallulah71 (multifandom, yay women!)I'm Your Man, by
* See the two vids up there to the same song? That is the song I keep mentally vidding Warsverse Susan to in my head. Let us all be very glad that (a), 98% of the footage does not actually exist, and (b), I cannot actually vid. No, seriously, look at the lyrics! Susan, Susan, Susan, from LWW through the Golden Age through post-PC through Dust. It would be awesome. Also, I would intercut fighting and sex, and "I live a life of sin" would be her sleeping with various men intercut with her sleeping with Peter. And "you talk real loud" would be Lucy yelling at her. See, aren't we glad I don't vid? Yes.
* Oh my God, the first part of the colonial fantasy novel starts out with so much colonial BS, I cannot even. "The natives are harmless as puppies – more so, puppies gnaw on your boots and piss on your uniforms." My modern day soul where the liberal and conservative halves are waging a continual war for dominance weeps.
* I have 2K of Dust 17 and it hasn't made me want to cry yet. I am looking at this as as a bright side. (Apparently, on one side of the Great River Narnia is Louisiana. On the other side, it's Maine. Or possibly Washington. Look, don't ask, I just write the thing.)
* On the not so bright side, I am about ninety percent certain I'm going to have to rip out the tank top I'm knitting because I used needles a size too small on the neck. DEATH.
* Currently reading Agincourt, by Bernard Cornwell, and rereading Red Seas Under Red Skies, by Scott Lynch.
* One of these days I shall learn not to watch so-called romantic comedies. All they do is make me feel pissed off at the world and also that I'm not doing anything with my life. Oh, it's not the "get yourself a MAN" thing; I have no idea what it is specifically. Also, a lot of these movies deal with embarrassment and I have a HUGE humiliation squick. In other words: watched Never Been Kissed for the first time last night. This one didn't piss me off as much as 27 Dresses did; after that one my roommate came in at one in the morning with a friend to find me ripping the sheets off my bed in a fury. Seriously, you'd think I would have learned by now.
* My mother needs to learn that the one sure way to make sure I don't do something is to tell me to do it. Repeatedly. She hasn't told me to bake, therefore I'm baking up a storm. She has, however, told me to get a job, get a volunteer job if I'm not going to get an actual job, clean my room, start exercising, clean my desk space in the library (we have a library. don't ask), take self-defense classes (this is what happens when you watch S1 of Bones with your family), write a thank-you letter to my grandparents, get up earlier, go to bed earlier, and possibly do something with my life that does not involve getting a useless degree in the liberal arts from an expensive fancy-schmancy private university and then not use it in order to spend the rest of my life doing something that will generate no income, like writing books.
* I need to type up the rest of "Mercy Cry." I also need to go water my mother's plants.