let's find out how smart I am

Here's everything I've made that I actually don't mind people looking at, organized by year because there's not that much of it.

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i saw iron man 3! it was great, much less offensive than the last two (although I mean, still a hot mess, but...better?), although aesthetically not as perfect as the first one, because what will ever be. you should definitely link me to any interesting meta and discussions or your reactions posts or anything that i missed in the last week and a half. or fic!

There is a certain peculiar sensation one can get, as a fan, when you get an idea for a fic that you want SO BAD and would be SO PERFECT and you can’t even breathe for a second after you come up with it because omg what an amazing idea...and you simultaneously realize that it is far, far too niche for anyone to ever write. This is how I feel about my crossover idea where the Eighth Doctor, Fitz, and Anji wind up in Paris in 1832. No one is ever going to write that for me, and I’m certainly not going to write it, because research is hard. But it would be so good. It’s exactly the kind of hopeless terrible lovely situation they’d get into, and I dare you to tell me with a straight face that Les Miserables wouldn’t be even more brilliant as a Doctor Who new series-style historical episode, where everything is regular history but with ~*~secret~*~ aliens. Also tbqh I would watch that TARDIS team change a lightbulb.

I had this idea because I’ve reread about 16 EDAs in one week or thereabouts, because I have not been very well at all and they make the bad go away more reliably than literally anything including my actual medication, at least until I remember that I’ve spent the week rereading Doctor Who books instead of writing. So I’ve been soothing myself to sleep with various far less niche ideas for Fitz-related fic, mostly with Eleven. That involves the completely different and far superior fannish sensation of “multiple people have written this story already, and I can reread it right now.” I mean not the exact version I came up with to comfort myself, but close enough to hit the spot.

Oh my god the weather is SPECTACULAR. It's May 3, we've been well into summer for over a week, and it's currently 54 F with a strong breeze and not a cloud in the sky. I keep running out on the deck to twirl like a Disney princess. This will be gone tomorrow, and then it'll really be summer and stay summer until I leave (and then it will continue to be summer in New York, but ahahaha like I'm afraid of THAT) (I mean I've been in NYC in July, it sucked, but it didn't make me feel like the sky was actively trying to kill me) (plus I gather that on Atlantic beaches the ocean doesn't turn into a heated pool by late June and stay that way until fall) (right?) (seriously, fuck the Gulf). But today is gloooooooorious.

things Les Mis fandom needs a lot more of: medical kink smut. ( contains discussion of: medical kink (obviously), brief mention of dubcon/noncon but no details )

What's a passage of Shakespeare that a robot might like?

oh my god you guys, I just found Cosmopolitan's online listing of exciting new sex positions, and it is AMAZING. You really have to see the pictures to truly appreciate it (they're all cartoons but it's still pretty NSFW), but I will share some of my favorite bits anyway:

"The key to your pleasure is keeping your limbs as limp as a noodle."

"Arrange a big pile of pillows on the floor and fall into it face first."

"Holding his hands, extend your arms out to your sides and lift your torso like a snake ready to strike."

"Find a reclining lawn chair or bench, or line up three backless chairs."

"Make sure to lift his legs when they swing around over your head."

"The aroma of wet grass boosts your sense of smell, making this a supersensory experience."

"Next, he starts alternately crossing and spreading your legs like scissors, opening and closing as he thrusts."

"Do it right and you two will look like a multilimbed lust creature."

"He can prop himself up on his forearms if he doesn’t want to get his hair full of sand."

--I was going to keep going, but actually I don't think anything can top that.

I'm having SSRI withdrawal and it is the super worst ever and I have to tell everyone about it and it SUCKS. That is all.

oh god, I am so DONE with choir, why can't I actually be done :( I'm part of the Cell Block Tango ensemble again, and I should note that five of us did the exact same number last year, and yet apparently everyone but me can't get their shit together, because when I had to miss our last rehearsal tonight due to rampant mystery throatsickness it seems they all fucked up, and now I'm being badgered to go to an extra two-hour rehearsal tomorrow morning. Before the show, for which I have to be at the theater from 1 to 10 pm. I am told the director is going to cut it if we don't get it together by the dress rehearsal tomorrow afternoon, and frankly if they're all this hopeless I think that would be a good idea. I mean they've had fucking WEEKS, and it's all right there in the sheet music or you can watch the movie, there is really no excuse. And I am so sick and my throat hurts and the only way I'm going to make it through this stupid concert is to push myself so I won't be able to talk on Sunday, and if it weren't for this ensemble I wouldn't even bother showing up. I just don't see how it's so fucking hard to learn the right words. They are right there on the page! I suspect they all just assumed they knew it and kept teaching themselves a wrong version and now there is no hope.

Three days before our choir performance and I am sick in the throat, as usual. It's really sad how I spent so long thinking I had this ultra-powerful immune system because I never got sick, when in fact that was just because I never spent any time around other human beings. Turns out, my immune system is actually really pathetic! At least I don't have any singing solos this time around, and my speaking solo is Cell Block Tango so sounding a little rough and husky is perfectly fitting.