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The Midnight Meeting, original fiction

Feb. 2nd, 2013 | 06:06 pm


Title The Midnight Meeting
Word count 2376
Fandom N/A, Original Fiction
A/N:I have am in this fiction writing class and here is my short story!

Isn't It supposed to be an apple?Collapse )

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Sep. 21st, 2012 | 09:12 pm

is such a good show

re watch was a great choice

also raylan givens you are too attractive. (and i have feelings for boyd and tim and that's a problem)

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Oh Aurora

Jul. 23rd, 2012 | 10:28 am

My heart goes out to the families in Aurora, in fact that whole community.
It isn't right, it isn't fair.

I was talking with my brother and he opined that the first reaction after something like this is always GUN CONTROL. He argued that instead of tightening gun control it would be more useful to have psychological help more readily available. If health care, especially mental health care, was not so expensive, unbalanced people might be identified and treated. I know there isn't a "cure" for mental health, but there are safe guards to keep everyone safe.

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Fic: Normal (part 2)

Jul. 9th, 2012 | 08:45 am

Title: Normal
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Clint/Darcy
Word Count: Total: 10k This half: 5k
Ratings: G
Summary: Clint loved her for her smile. Perhaps it was a cliché thing for which to love her, but this was a story told a hundred times and originality was inconsequential. Or, how Clint fell in love with Darcy. This was supposed to be a little 5+1 fic. It got away from me a bit.
Cross posted here on Ao3.
Part 1

Surprisingly, it was Tony Stark who sought him out with something akin useful. Collapse )

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Fic: Normal (part 1)

Jul. 9th, 2012 | 08:40 am

Title: Normal
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Clint/Darcy
Word Count: Total: 10k This part: 5k
Ratings: G
Summary: Clint loved her for her smile. Perhaps it was a cliché thing for which to love her, but this was a story told a hundred times and originality was inconsequential. Or, how Clint fell in love with Darcy. This was supposed to be a little 5+1 fic. It got away from me a bit.
Cross posted here on Ao3.

(This life shaped faces into frowns like a priest with his knife, there was always blood and a sacrifice.)Collapse )

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Excerpt from what I am working on

May. 23rd, 2012 | 10:28 am

           " The stories don’t tell you about recovery. They don’t tell you about how hard healing is. Fairy tales end with declarations: love, peace, forgiveness. It doesn’t matter. In the stories, once you say the magic words (and in this case, it isn’t please), everything is made better.

            They don’t tell you about how relationships are difficult. That loving each other won’t stop you from wanting to kill the other. That loving won’t cure all the other person’s flaws. They don’t tell you how to rebuild a country after it has been torn apart by war. It does not deal in resentments and debt. It does not talk about memorials and guilt. Stories neglect to tell you that forgiviness does not equal forgetting. Forgiveness is not a single act, it is a lifestyle. You have to forgive the one who wronged you again and again. The feelings of hurt and betrayal do not go away. Your relationship is still broken, scarred even. The ghosts of pain float through your mind and in forgiveness you have to let them pass.

            I do not deal in love, peace or forgiveness. I was not built for such things.

            I was built for recovery, for rebuilding and healing.

            You may ask how that is possible? How can you heal without love, peace or forgivenss?


            You misunderstand me.

            I do not heal myself. I am the doctor, the interim priest who wades through the shit and cleans it up. I do the dirty work, the hard work, so when someone else comes in they can do good work. They can start on a clean slate, clean foundation. When I leave, I take the pain and hate of others with me. I accept that burden and it frees them.

            And let me tell you now, this is not a story where I learn how to share this burden with others. This is not a story where I learn that I don’t have to take so much of it onto myself. Nor, I will I learn how to let it go in a healthier way.

            In life you are dealt a certain hand of cards. You have strengths and weaknesses. Your experiences teach you to capitalize on both.

            This not the story where I get saved.

            This is the story where I work damn hard and maybe make a difference in other people’s lives. This is the story where I push and prod. I make people mad and tell them what they don’t want to hear. This is the story where I am a bitch and the world is a better place for it.

            So yeah, I am a counselor.

            This is a story that gets told again and again. This could be your story.

            You see, most of the time people have all these feelings and thoughts bottled up. They can’t handle them. The more self reflective feel like they cannot burden those around them with their trauma. The less self-reflective don’t know why they are angry, sad and anxious. They don’t know why they are acting they are, they just don’t see any other choice.

            Now imagine that, the screwed up-ness of your basic human. Now imagine it on a larger scale. Imagine it between couples, teams, companies and communities.

            Imagine it between nations.

            I never said I had an easy job.

            I said I was good at it.

            All those feelings? They are just looking for an outlet, a target. I am that target. Believe me, I can take whatever you have to throw at me. I can handle it. It will not be a short or comfortable fight, because do not misunderstand me, it will be a fight.

            In the end, you will always be the victor.

            You aren’t fighting against me, not really. You are fighting against yourself. I just embody that inner self. Once you confront it, you can be free.

            Are you ready to do that?"

I don't know if I am going to include this in the finished product or just use it as character building notes. I kind of like her though, don't you?


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Fic: A Hierarchy of Needs

May. 21st, 2012 | 10:13 pm

Title: A Hierarchy of Needs

Fandom: Avengers

Word Count: 2,864

Rating: G

Prompt: (From avengerkink.) Basically, 5 times the team notices how out of touch Bruce is with "normal" life and the one time they realize that he's slowly growing accustomed to people again.

A/N: I really likes this prompt and after writing it I realized that it sort of fit the stages of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs  

Basically there are five stages to being a happy and balanced person:
1) Physiological: food, sleep, etc.
Safety: security of body, life, etc.
3) Love/belonging: friendship, family, etc.
4) Esteem: self-esteem, respect of others, respect by others, etc.
5) Self-Actualization: creativity, spontaneity, acceptance of facts, etc.

Beta-ed by the lovely somewhatcliche and also posted at avengerkink

(Silence is ominous. Silence precedes the screams. Silence says all the attention is on him.) Collapse )

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Fic: Reunion (Jane/Thor)

May. 21st, 2012 | 10:00 pm

Title: Reunion

Word Count: 1,973

Rating: G

Prompt: (From avengerkink) After the final battle but before the last scene Thor goes and visits Jane in *wherever she is*. They have happy, world didn't end & Thor might be able to move more freely between worlds sex.
Because I thought they were sweet in the Avengers.

A/N: Beta-ed by the glorious somewhatcliche! Also posted on avengerkink

As if Jane cared about the civilians.Collapse )

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May. 4th, 2012 | 05:44 pm

I text E about M. E responds and says it will take subtly and patience. P and I laugh because this is the opposite of what E did. He saw what he wanted and he took it. We mention this to E. He responds by saying it is okay for him to do that because he is the man. I cannot do that because I am a woman. I have to wait.

Eric says: it is for the man to pursue. A man has to make the decision to submit to the woman. To want her. To come after her. She holds the power; she has him wrapped around her finger, but he has to decide to wrap himself around her finger.

Problems I have with this:

- patronizing

- power always resides with the man, women have to agency

- deprives women of any free will in romance

- demeaning

But true? Can the woman pursue? Or must she be pursued always? If you are limited to sitting and waiting for a boy to fall at your feet you risk sitting forever. I am not sitting. I am running. I am moving forward in my life. I learning and thinking and challenging paradigms and I will not be limited. But does the explanation still fit, it just decides that I want a higher class of man. Someone who can keep pace with me, be a few steps a head of me before he throws himself at my feet?

I don’t understand

(Eric won’t discuss)

Why am I upset?

Not that Eric won’t dicuss with specific topic, but I have felt powerless all of my life and that feeling of being trapped (wings clipped, declawed and shoved int

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Feminism Quote

Apr. 23rd, 2012 | 10:32 am

  "We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving…We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins…We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive are our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers…We are the daughters of the feminists who said “You can be anything” and we heard “You have to be everything."

    — Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters by Courtney E. Martin

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