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This blog is mainly MCU focused, with Star Trek (Original Series) scattered in as well as a few other fandoms I’ve loved and enjoyed, plus a good helping of US politics and salt as needed.
I’m on AO3 as Aliset, and Twitter as @Aliset74. Glad to see you here. 
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My Fandom Trumps Hate 2020 Story is FINALLY done.
Whoa.
I'm not sure what to say, aside from the global pandemic kind of threw everything off for me. BUT. After a couple of gracious beta readers stepped in and up to help me sort out some issues, it's done.
It's FINALLY done.
Whew.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33907249/chapters/84311950
I'm not sure what to say, aside from the global pandemic kind of threw everything off for me. BUT. After a couple of gracious beta readers stepped in and up to help me sort out some issues, it's done.
It's FINALLY done.
Whew.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33907249/chapters/84311950
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*Taps Mic* Hi. I'm back
So..um...
2020.
Yeah. That. The less said, the better, right? :)
In fannish things, I finally finished "The Ability to Stop". The series beginning with that story has now spawned two WIPs, one of which is for Fandom Trumps Hate from 2020 and I'm aiming to get that done within then next couple of months (FINALLY!) The other WIP is what was supposed to be the epilogue for "The Ability to Stop", and it'll get done when it gets done. I also have a story coming up from my winning bidder on Marvel Trumps Hate, which is second in priority now. So suffice it to say, I'm very glad the muse is chatty. :)
It's been a trying time, personally, professionally, and all points in between. I'm just hoping that 2021 is going to be a better year for all of us.
2020.
Yeah. That. The less said, the better, right? :)
In fannish things, I finally finished "The Ability to Stop". The series beginning with that story has now spawned two WIPs, one of which is for Fandom Trumps Hate from 2020 and I'm aiming to get that done within then next couple of months (FINALLY!) The other WIP is what was supposed to be the epilogue for "The Ability to Stop", and it'll get done when it gets done. I also have a story coming up from my winning bidder on Marvel Trumps Hate, which is second in priority now. So suffice it to say, I'm very glad the muse is chatty. :)
It's been a trying time, personally, professionally, and all points in between. I'm just hoping that 2021 is going to be a better year for all of us.
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Six Sentence Sunday
From my Happy Steve Bingo story, "By Stars Benign"
--//--
Natasha’s gaze was quite serious. “You don’t know anything about him, Steve.”
This wasn’t quite as true as she believed—Steve had gone through the folder containing his tenant’s rental application (such as it was) and he knew the bare bones of the man’s story. He was a veteran, now working as a freelance photographer. He had come into an inheritance, which accounted for the year’s rent paid in advance. And apparently—Steve’s mouth quirked, remembering the grey tabby who had been so fascinated by his repair work on the sink—he had a cat. “He could be anyone,” she went on. “Maybe even Hydra, here to watch you.”
--//--
Natasha’s gaze was quite serious. “You don’t know anything about him, Steve.”
This wasn’t quite as true as she believed—Steve had gone through the folder containing his tenant’s rental application (such as it was) and he knew the bare bones of the man’s story. He was a veteran, now working as a freelance photographer. He had come into an inheritance, which accounted for the year’s rent paid in advance. And apparently—Steve’s mouth quirked, remembering the grey tabby who had been so fascinated by his repair work on the sink—he had a cat. “He could be anyone,” she went on. “Maybe even Hydra, here to watch you.”
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*taps mic* Hi. I'm back :)
Hi everyone,
I'm back. Had some real life issues that kind of disrupted everything else (two sick cats, from different causes, at the same time) plus some ordinary insanity of Real Life (TM). But I'm back on my fandom stuff again, because--as the Tumblr meme had it---sometimes we need fantasy to survive the reality. :-)
I'm back. Had some real life issues that kind of disrupted everything else (two sick cats, from different causes, at the same time) plus some ordinary insanity of Real Life (TM). But I'm back on my fandom stuff again, because--as the Tumblr meme had it---sometimes we need fantasy to survive the reality. :-)
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Six Sentence Sunday
(I am also working on Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop." Just so you know :D)
This is from my first story for Happy Steve Bingo 2019, "By Stars Benign"
--//--
"Also, do you want to be a landlord? Because there’s the tenant on the 3rd floor to think about," the realtor asked.
Steve considered. He didn’t really need the extra income from the renter—decades of back pay plus interest plus what Sam called the Army’s “sorry we thought you were dead” money and his pay from SHIELD (before SHIELD fell, of course)—had essentially made him wealthy enough that he could give money to several charities (which he did, anonymously) and still have enough money to live comfortably. And he also didn’t want to turn out a guy who, like Steve, just wanted a place to live. “I don’t mind the guy on the 3rd floor, but I think I’ll keep the first and second floors for me for now.”
This is from my first story for Happy Steve Bingo 2019, "By Stars Benign"
--//--
"Also, do you want to be a landlord? Because there’s the tenant on the 3rd floor to think about," the realtor asked.
Steve considered. He didn’t really need the extra income from the renter—decades of back pay plus interest plus what Sam called the Army’s “sorry we thought you were dead” money and his pay from SHIELD (before SHIELD fell, of course)—had essentially made him wealthy enough that he could give money to several charities (which he did, anonymously) and still have enough money to live comfortably. And he also didn’t want to turn out a guy who, like Steve, just wanted a place to live. “I don’t mind the guy on the 3rd floor, but I think I’ll keep the first and second floors for me for now.”
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Six Sentence Sunday
From my first story for Happy Steve Bingo 2019, "By Stars Benign."
--//--
“Steve will do fine,” Clint stated from where he sat next to Natasha. “You’ve helped me out enough in my building in BedStuy to know what you know and get help with what you don’t know.”
“You didn’t know that stuff from before?” Pepper asked.
Steve always appreciated that she acknowledged there had been a before for him—that he hadn’t always been strong and fit, that he hadn’t always been this. ”Nah,” he answered. “Sawdust would have got my asthma going and I was half deaf in one ear and working on going deaf in the other. No way could I have heard anybody’s instructions.” And nobody but Bucky and his mam would have taken the time, he thought but didn’t say. “Plus, I was color blind. Not someone you’d want around wiring.”
--//--
“Steve will do fine,” Clint stated from where he sat next to Natasha. “You’ve helped me out enough in my building in BedStuy to know what you know and get help with what you don’t know.”
“You didn’t know that stuff from before?” Pepper asked.
Steve always appreciated that she acknowledged there had been a before for him—that he hadn’t always been strong and fit, that he hadn’t always been this. ”Nah,” he answered. “Sawdust would have got my asthma going and I was half deaf in one ear and working on going deaf in the other. No way could I have heard anybody’s instructions.” And nobody but Bucky and his mam would have taken the time, he thought but didn’t say. “Plus, I was color blind. Not someone you’d want around wiring.”
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New writing tool...maybe?
So some people collect notebooks or journals. I, on the other hand, seem to collect writing software. I used Open Office for years, then transitioned to Scrivener (but had to stop using when one of its updates bricked the software irretrievably) then I went back to Word. Which...as we all know, is a bloated POS that just happens to be used by pretty much everyone. Sigh.
I decided to try Ulysses yesterday as I was checking for software updates on my Mac. (Currently, I think Ulysses is only available for Mac and iOS, but here's hoping they make a PC/Android version soon.) It's not free, which is a drawback but I've used it two days now and I think it may become my go to. See, what Ulysses has---besides a completely uncluttered interface---is the ability to write on a story on the iOS app and have it be available (via iCloud) on my Mac. So I can write on my lunch break, on my phone, and have the additions/corrections show up when I fire up my Mac that night. I get a lot of my ideas during lunch so for me? This is worth the money to give it a shot.
Like Scrivener, it has a lot more functions and bells and whistles than I'm sure I'll need, but unlike Scrivener (and Word, tbh,) those things are in the background unless I need them Otherwise, it's ready to go as soon as it's downloaded.
I'm writing my first story for this year's Happy Steve Bingo on it. I'll let you know how it goes... :D
I decided to try Ulysses yesterday as I was checking for software updates on my Mac. (Currently, I think Ulysses is only available for Mac and iOS, but here's hoping they make a PC/Android version soon.) It's not free, which is a drawback but I've used it two days now and I think it may become my go to. See, what Ulysses has---besides a completely uncluttered interface---is the ability to write on a story on the iOS app and have it be available (via iCloud) on my Mac. So I can write on my lunch break, on my phone, and have the additions/corrections show up when I fire up my Mac that night. I get a lot of my ideas during lunch so for me? This is worth the money to give it a shot.
Like Scrivener, it has a lot more functions and bells and whistles than I'm sure I'll need, but unlike Scrivener (and Word, tbh,) those things are in the background unless I need them Otherwise, it's ready to go as soon as it's downloaded.
I'm writing my first story for this year's Happy Steve Bingo on it. I'll let you know how it goes... :D
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Six Sentence Sunday
I'll preface this by saying that a good part of Bucky's character in TATS is not only the standard Winter Soldier-Recovery arc (because, trigger words and all the associated trauma of having been made to be an assassin for 70 years) but also his evolving recognition that he has the right to happiness, to a life and his rediscovery of who he is without a war or without a reason to fight. (Which sounds an awful lot like Steve's own evolution, and it is, but they're coming at it from different angles.)
Bucky's chapters have a fair amount more flashback sequences than the other characters in the story, because part of learning (and relearning) who he is, is him regaining at least some of his memories. This section is from one of them.
--//--
“How is she?” Rebecca asked. She was twelve and their ma had fallen on the ice just outside their tenement. Mrs. Rogers had come before starting her own shift at the hospital, but after a few moments terse, careful examination, had agreed it was best to send for the doctor. If he’d come. It wasn’t always easy to find someone who would come to a tenement in the dead of winter. Still, their dad had gone to find the doctor.
Jeannie was squawking---of course she was, with ma laid up in the big bed and in too much pain to feed her. Bucky watched as Rebecca heated up a tin of milk on their stove. “Mrs. Rogers says possible concussion and a sprained ankle.”
Rebecca added a bit of Caro syrup to the milk and stirred it. “Can you bring Jeannie over here? Not sure if she’ll take a bottle from me but she’s got to be fed.”
“Needs her diaper changed too,” Bucky put in, sniffing the air.
Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Your hands broken? Change her diaper then bring her here so I can feed her.”
Bucky's chapters have a fair amount more flashback sequences than the other characters in the story, because part of learning (and relearning) who he is, is him regaining at least some of his memories. This section is from one of them.
--//--
“How is she?” Rebecca asked. She was twelve and their ma had fallen on the ice just outside their tenement. Mrs. Rogers had come before starting her own shift at the hospital, but after a few moments terse, careful examination, had agreed it was best to send for the doctor. If he’d come. It wasn’t always easy to find someone who would come to a tenement in the dead of winter. Still, their dad had gone to find the doctor.
Jeannie was squawking---of course she was, with ma laid up in the big bed and in too much pain to feed her. Bucky watched as Rebecca heated up a tin of milk on their stove. “Mrs. Rogers says possible concussion and a sprained ankle.”
Rebecca added a bit of Caro syrup to the milk and stirred it. “Can you bring Jeannie over here? Not sure if she’ll take a bottle from me but she’s got to be fed.”
“Needs her diaper changed too,” Bucky put in, sniffing the air.
Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Your hands broken? Change her diaper then bring her here so I can feed her.”
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Six Sentence Sunday
..from Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop," which is coming right along :D
--//--
Bucky recalled the solidity of the Barton’s home, which had sat vacant for a similar length of time. It hadn’t needed much in the way of repairs either. “I’m sure they won’t.” He folded his arms. “So…White Wolf, Shuri?”
She might have flushed, but it was difficult to tell. “It’s…well, you’ve become a bit of a legend. The White Wolf is from one of ours; a protector, a guardian, made lame defending the pack, but who still keeps fighting.”
Bucky didn’t blush easily the way Steve did; never had, but he felt the back of his neck growing hot. “And did you know about this?” he asked Steve.
Steve grinned, the bastard. “I might have, yeah. Wanda told me in one of her letters that Samkelo called you that. Looks like it might have stuck.”
--//--
Bucky recalled the solidity of the Barton’s home, which had sat vacant for a similar length of time. It hadn’t needed much in the way of repairs either. “I’m sure they won’t.” He folded his arms. “So…White Wolf, Shuri?”
She might have flushed, but it was difficult to tell. “It’s…well, you’ve become a bit of a legend. The White Wolf is from one of ours; a protector, a guardian, made lame defending the pack, but who still keeps fighting.”
Bucky didn’t blush easily the way Steve did; never had, but he felt the back of his neck growing hot. “And did you know about this?” he asked Steve.
Steve grinned, the bastard. “I might have, yeah. Wanda told me in one of her letters that Samkelo called you that. Looks like it might have stuck.”
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So..um..hi?? :D
*sticks my head up again*
Hi. I'm back. :D
I've managed to write two pages on Chapter Ten of "The Ability to Stop" (which means I may be, praise deity, over the small but super annoying writers' block I had there for a couple of weeks.)
I've also learned how to administer eye drops to our red-eared slider turtle, Tim. (These things are not at all related.)
So, it's nice to be back. How have you all been?
Hi. I'm back. :D
I've managed to write two pages on Chapter Ten of "The Ability to Stop" (which means I may be, praise deity, over the small but super annoying writers' block I had there for a couple of weeks.)
I've also learned how to administer eye drops to our red-eared slider turtle, Tim. (These things are not at all related.)
So, it's nice to be back. How have you all been?
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Six Sentence Sunday
...from Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop":
[Content-warning for mentions of standard Winter Soldier trauma]
--//--
“But what about the kids?” Bucky asked. “How am I’m going to be safe around them? How?”
“Because under all the pressure in the world, under pain and torture and dehumanization, you didn’t take that shot.”
“But I took others,” Bucky insisted. “I know I killed kids. I killed whomever they wanted. Some I don’t even remember, but I will, one day. Is Dr. Methuli going to be able to help me live with that?”
Steve remembered the first man he’d killed when he hadn’t intended to---he’d lobbed the shield at a German soldier standing guard over a Hydra munitions dump during the war. Meaning to disable the man, he’d nearly decapitated him instead. “I don’t know, Buck,” Steve said softly. “But if you don’t return to him, you’ll never find out what he can help you live with.”
Bucky eyed him. “Never thought I’d hear you arguing for therapy.”
Viwe had helped him with the memory of the German soldier, and untold others whose deaths formed the residue of his nightmares. The healers here respected that war caused trauma. “It’s not like I haven’t told some grisly stories of my own to Viwe. Come on, pal. Let’s head home.”
[Content-warning for mentions of standard Winter Soldier trauma]
--//--
“But what about the kids?” Bucky asked. “How am I’m going to be safe around them? How?”
“Because under all the pressure in the world, under pain and torture and dehumanization, you didn’t take that shot.”
“But I took others,” Bucky insisted. “I know I killed kids. I killed whomever they wanted. Some I don’t even remember, but I will, one day. Is Dr. Methuli going to be able to help me live with that?”
Steve remembered the first man he’d killed when he hadn’t intended to---he’d lobbed the shield at a German soldier standing guard over a Hydra munitions dump during the war. Meaning to disable the man, he’d nearly decapitated him instead. “I don’t know, Buck,” Steve said softly. “But if you don’t return to him, you’ll never find out what he can help you live with.”
Bucky eyed him. “Never thought I’d hear you arguing for therapy.”
Viwe had helped him with the memory of the German soldier, and untold others whose deaths formed the residue of his nightmares. The healers here respected that war caused trauma. “It’s not like I haven’t told some grisly stories of my own to Viwe. Come on, pal. Let’s head home.”
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Six Sentence Sunday
From Chapter Ten of "The Ability to Stop"
--//--
“Buck, we should talk first. Why was your go-bag missing from the closet?”
Bucky’s hands paused at the zipper of the fly on his jeans, an action that seemed likely to send Steve’s thoughts off into some other direction entirely. “Look under the bed, Stevie,” he said softly.
The bag was there on Bucky’s side of the bed, not even opened. “You were worried,” Bucky said. “You thought I was going to leave.”
Steve clamped down on the words that wanted to escape: You have before. Instead, he said, “We…we always kept missing each other, before. I…I didn’t know what to think.”
Some of the pressure had left his chest with the words, and breathing was coming easier. Bucky came to sit next to him on the floor. As always, Steve was attracted by Bucky’s easy grace---something Steve himself had never possessed. Even with the serum, the only grace he had was in fighting. For Bucky, it was something deeper than blood and bone.
--//--
“Buck, we should talk first. Why was your go-bag missing from the closet?”
Bucky’s hands paused at the zipper of the fly on his jeans, an action that seemed likely to send Steve’s thoughts off into some other direction entirely. “Look under the bed, Stevie,” he said softly.
The bag was there on Bucky’s side of the bed, not even opened. “You were worried,” Bucky said. “You thought I was going to leave.”
Steve clamped down on the words that wanted to escape: You have before. Instead, he said, “We…we always kept missing each other, before. I…I didn’t know what to think.”
Some of the pressure had left his chest with the words, and breathing was coming easier. Bucky came to sit next to him on the floor. As always, Steve was attracted by Bucky’s easy grace---something Steve himself had never possessed. Even with the serum, the only grace he had was in fighting. For Bucky, it was something deeper than blood and bone.
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Random Fandom and Fanfic Thoughts
Now that my Cap RBB 2019 is done and posted, I'm back on "The Ability to Stop," specifically Chapter 10, which is going to be the last of that story (plus the epilogue.) However (*twirls fake mustache, looks shifty*) it's not the last in that series. ;-)
I've also had a couple of requests for stories in the universe of my RBB story, "Home is the Hunter." Because I left a bunch of things open, just in case ...and given that now all our AUs are canon (*cough, Endgame, cough*) I can see myself going there too. Eventually. But for now, TATS is going to have my full attention. I'm frankly stoked that people want to read more in the "Home is the Hunter" 'verse though...it was my first RBB story ever and I'm really happy that there's that much interest in it.
Which brings me to...
FANDOM.
Earlier today, I was hanging out with my daughter in the manga section at "Barnes and Noble." She was telling me that one of her classmates was reading "V for Vendetta" and all of a sudden, this creepy guy in his mid-20s (who isn't a B&N employee, so...) starts mansplaining anti-heroes to her. Dude. Must you? She doesn't care. I don't care. We were just having a conversation..and you weren't invited. I think he was harmless, and he didn't follow us, but it was seriously off-putting. And as I mentioned, creepy.
And it occurred to me then, as it does sometimes, that she's growing up and entering a larger world. This guy...harmless. Weird, but harmless. The next one? Maybe not.
I'm trying not to raise her in fear, of course---but this world isn't a safe place. I wish it was. And I can't protect her. The most I can do is try to guide her through it.
I've also had a couple of requests for stories in the universe of my RBB story, "Home is the Hunter." Because I left a bunch of things open, just in case ...and given that now all our AUs are canon (*cough, Endgame, cough*) I can see myself going there too. Eventually. But for now, TATS is going to have my full attention. I'm frankly stoked that people want to read more in the "Home is the Hunter" 'verse though...it was my first RBB story ever and I'm really happy that there's that much interest in it.
Which brings me to...
FANDOM.
Earlier today, I was hanging out with my daughter in the manga section at "Barnes and Noble." She was telling me that one of her classmates was reading "V for Vendetta" and all of a sudden, this creepy guy in his mid-20s (who isn't a B&N employee, so...) starts mansplaining anti-heroes to her. Dude. Must you? She doesn't care. I don't care. We were just having a conversation..and you weren't invited. I think he was harmless, and he didn't follow us, but it was seriously off-putting. And as I mentioned, creepy.
And it occurred to me then, as it does sometimes, that she's growing up and entering a larger world. This guy...harmless. Weird, but harmless. The next one? Maybe not.
I'm trying not to raise her in fear, of course---but this world isn't a safe place. I wish it was. And I can't protect her. The most I can do is try to guide her through it.
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Six Sentence Sunday
From Chapter Ten of "The Ability to Stop":
“What about you and Steve?” Clint asked. “You’ve got some land too, at your house. Any plans for that?”
“Goats,” Bucky told him with satisfaction. “Steve drew up the pen diagram and everything. And I know he’s got plans for a kitchen garden too. I don’t think it’ll be a working farm as much as this place could be, though.” At Clint’s inquiring look, he shrugged. “I’m not up for killing things anymore. We’ll keep the goats for milk and all, but …I can’t do the slaughtering.”
“Don’t blame you there, man,” Clint agreed. “After Loki…” he trailed off. “I couldn’t even touch my bow and arrow.”
“What about you and Steve?” Clint asked. “You’ve got some land too, at your house. Any plans for that?”
“Goats,” Bucky told him with satisfaction. “Steve drew up the pen diagram and everything. And I know he’s got plans for a kitchen garden too. I don’t think it’ll be a working farm as much as this place could be, though.” At Clint’s inquiring look, he shrugged. “I’m not up for killing things anymore. We’ll keep the goats for milk and all, but …I can’t do the slaughtering.”
“Don’t blame you there, man,” Clint agreed. “After Loki…” he trailed off. “I couldn’t even touch my bow and arrow.”
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Six Sentence Sunday
From Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop":
--//--
“I didn’t trust my own mind,” Clint told him. His gaze was knowing and far too old for his years. “You know how that is, I’d imagine. Yeah, he helped me---at least he helped me start to separate what Loki had done to me from who I was. That was how Loki worked; he made you do those things because you wanted to please him, the bastard.”
Bucky remembered Alexander Pierce’s honeyed words. “I get it,” he said softly.
“You’re probably the only one who would,” Clint agreed. He stared down at the ground, unseeing. “I won’t say the recovery from that was fun or easy but knowing my mind was my own again? It helped.”
--//--
“I didn’t trust my own mind,” Clint told him. His gaze was knowing and far too old for his years. “You know how that is, I’d imagine. Yeah, he helped me---at least he helped me start to separate what Loki had done to me from who I was. That was how Loki worked; he made you do those things because you wanted to please him, the bastard.”
Bucky remembered Alexander Pierce’s honeyed words. “I get it,” he said softly.
“You’re probably the only one who would,” Clint agreed. He stared down at the ground, unseeing. “I won’t say the recovery from that was fun or easy but knowing my mind was my own again? It helped.”
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Six Sentence Sunday
From Chapter Ten of "The Ability to Stop":
The triggers for flashbacks could be---as Steve knew from his own experience with them---as wide and varied as sounds or smells or textures or sometimes, just the way a phrase was said. Steve himself had had to avoid ice cubes for months following his own awakening, and the freezer section at grocery stores, but the one trigger that had induced a full-on flashback was one of Tony’s interns, humming an old song that had been a favorite of Peggy Carter’s. There was no accounting for which traumas left which marks.
The triggers for flashbacks could be---as Steve knew from his own experience with them---as wide and varied as sounds or smells or textures or sometimes, just the way a phrase was said. Steve himself had had to avoid ice cubes for months following his own awakening, and the freezer section at grocery stores, but the one trigger that had induced a full-on flashback was one of Tony’s interns, humming an old song that had been a favorite of Peggy Carter’s. There was no accounting for which traumas left which marks.
Writing update- The Ability to Stop
So, my RBB is off to my beta and my posting date is June 6 (gulp). Which means I'm back working on "The Ability to Stop"--specifically, chapter 10, which is going to be the last chapter before the epilogue. It's 18 pages and counting and if you read "The House You Live In"....well, some parts of this chapter are definitely going to be familiar ;-) (Of course, I also write LONG chapters, so...18 pages is not even half, I don't think.)
I started writing TATS mainly to deal with my post-CACW feelz (and also, my annoyance at the epic number of plot holes in the writing.) Two years and some change later, and it's becoming a thing now that I think...yeah, I could keep writing in this 'verse, sure. But this story is just about done. OMG. :D
I started writing TATS mainly to deal with my post-CACW feelz (and also, my annoyance at the epic number of plot holes in the writing.) Two years and some change later, and it's becoming a thing now that I think...yeah, I could keep writing in this 'verse, sure. But this story is just about done. OMG. :D
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Writing update- RBB and others
My RBB story is off to my beta. Posting will begin June 7th and I'm on the fence about posting it all at once, or posting individual chapters. (If you have an opinion? Please let me know in the comments.)
Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop" is ongoing and will probably be so through May and into June. Because I like big chapters, and this is the last one before the epilogue :)
I am currently fighting off an Endgame- related plot bunny, owing mainly to the fact that I don't want to take on another WIP when I've got two on the first right now. But we'll see. Maybe...or not. I don't so much consider the end of Endgame something that needs fixing, in that I was always going to ignore it for my own stories anyhow. So... I don't know. It bears some consideration.
Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop" is ongoing and will probably be so through May and into June. Because I like big chapters, and this is the last one before the epilogue :)
I am currently fighting off an Endgame- related plot bunny, owing mainly to the fact that I don't want to take on another WIP when I've got two on the first right now. But we'll see. Maybe...or not. I don't so much consider the end of Endgame something that needs fixing, in that I was always going to ignore it for my own stories anyhow. So... I don't know. It bears some consideration.
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Fic Rec: "Captain Fraudulent"
This was one of the first fanfics I ever read in this fandom, and I count myself lucky to have found it first. If a Captain America story mixed with real history is your thing, if you are always up for a not-so-gentle skewering of both the 24 news cycle and certain personalities within it (*cough* Fox News *cough*) and if you like a Steve Rogers who struggles but still manages to make a place for himself in a world he didn't choose? This is your fic.
The series consists of two stories so far, plus a separate series of several related outtakes. All are worth reading. So, you know, go and read the thing. :)
Captain Fraudulent by Ellidfics (you'll have to be a registered AO3 user to read it)
The series consists of two stories so far, plus a separate series of several related outtakes. All are worth reading. So, you know, go and read the thing. :)
Captain Fraudulent by Ellidfics (you'll have to be a registered AO3 user to read it)
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Six Sentence Sunday
From Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop" (because I'm not sure how much I'll be online tomorrow)
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“Dr. Methuli and I have been asked to consult---on a part-time basis---with Samkelo to help him better understand the mental health needs of refugees. We have taken them in before, on a small scale, case-by-case basis, but with our new king’s policy of openness, we both see that responsibility expanding in the years to come. While your particular situation is unique---”
“God, I hope,” Steve muttered under his breath.
Viwe smiled. “You do have an unusual perspective, you must admit. Anything you could tell me will be useful. And I will only reveal the specifics of what you tell me with your consent.”
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“Dr. Methuli and I have been asked to consult---on a part-time basis---with Samkelo to help him better understand the mental health needs of refugees. We have taken them in before, on a small scale, case-by-case basis, but with our new king’s policy of openness, we both see that responsibility expanding in the years to come. While your particular situation is unique---”
“God, I hope,” Steve muttered under his breath.
Viwe smiled. “You do have an unusual perspective, you must admit. Anything you could tell me will be useful. And I will only reveal the specifics of what you tell me with your consent.”