Another one of these, this time both icons and interests, and from wanderlustlover
. Once again, this is a multimedia presentationdrinking tea at terrorists
Hey, remember 7 July, 2005
Well, I don't, so much. I mean, it was exciting while it was going on, and scary and all that stuff, but really the general reaction from most of the people I knew in the city was "fuck this, I'm going to the pub", as demonstrated in tyrell
s official London bombing quotes list
. It's just how I, and many of my country folk deal with shit. We have a cup of tea and go down the pub after work and have a good laugh about it. I don't drink a lot of tea at all these days, unless I'm at the Innerrents, or hosting people, or something terrible has happened, but it's still what I do. It's what most of us do. See Dog Soldiers
, for example, when they're holing up in a farmhouse against a pack of werewolves, one of the first orders Coop issues is to
put the kettle on. We could all do with a brew
It's just the greatest defence mechanism ever. It doesn't matter what shit terrorists throw at me, I'll have a cup of tea then go down the pub. And they can spin on it.looking down ladies' tops
was dealt with here
so we went for women in drag
Women dressed as men are hot
. Specifically period costume. Modern drag kings I can take or leave, but the whole having to disguise oneself to run away to sea/war/university thing I can totally get on board. It's not an attraction to FtM transsexuals as much as it is a fascination for the slightly genderqueer, tomboyish thing. I do believe it started with principle boys (this modern trend for having young male celebrities in the main parts of pantos is not something I can be having with at all
), but spread rapidly on to Shakespeare.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,--now alas the day!--
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie!
Viola, Twelfth Night II:ii
I performed a Viola scene (not this one) for my LAMDA grade seven, I think. Might be eight. Anyway, the concept of heterosexual love that transcends gender identity is a fascinating one.
But so, really, is the possibility of homosexual love that deals with the gender identity:
One of my favourite Slayers is Elizabeth Western, whose story also touches on the sacrifices she made to live that life.
Then there's Alanna, Francesca, Mulan, the entire cast of Monstrous Regiment
, and a number of OCs I've written. Naturally there's the character in Meet at Tortuga
, but there are two characters in my current brain project, Ship of Secrets
. Neither have the same situation as Bess, who ran away to be with her brother: Ruth was a rebel who was merely curious about living as a man, and a lesbian, and the other as yet unnamed character is one forced to live as a boy from birth, out of her mother's fear that her father would murder another daughter.
I love the messing with gender roles, in order to live the life one chooses or feels one has to, the challenges these women face and the sacrifices they make. It's not, for me, a question of gender identity
, as it is of gender roles. All of these women consider themselves women. They are just adopting a disguise to live in a man's world.mooncup evangelismThe Mooncup
is the best thing made for women since the bra. And in most cases it's more comfortable. It is, essentially, a silicon sup that you fold up neatly and insert into your vagina during menses. Wash it out as it fills up, then sterilise between periods and it'll last forever. Or at least, a really really
It's silicon, so it's even comfortable for allergy sufferers like me. It's £20 up front, but then you never have to buy a tampon or sanitary towel again
, so it'll save you a fortune. It doesn't need changing as often as a tampon. Once it's in, you can usually hardly feel it, but even if it is go in wrong, it carries no risk of TSS, so you just adjust for comfort.
It's not really for the squeamish, but I don't hold much truck with people who are squeamish about their own genital emissions. It's only blood after all. And it you're like me or miss_s_b
, you may just develop a possibly-unhealthy fascination in the consistency of said blood.
The Mooncup is a fantastic thing, and whether it's a woman thing or a me thing, I don't know, but once you've discovered how amazing it is, you develop a compulsive need to tell every woman of menstruating age about it
. Hence mooncup evangelism. The hardest part is trying to work it into conversation over family dinner simply to make sure your sister knows about it. It's hard, I can tell you.over analysing character motivations
This has been on there before I even started roleplaying, and therefore honed this tendency to pick apart every action and decision a character makes into tiny little pieces. It's always been there, and I think about it a lot: why
do fictional people behave the way they do? And I don't accept 'because the narrative compelled them to', unless it's a very crappy writer indeed. It started, I think, when I saw Phantom of the Opera
, and gwnhyvaer
and I launched into long drawn out discussions about the various characters in it, and what the hell they thought they were doing.
I think a lot
about motivations, though I don't write them down much out of fear people don't particularly care, and I can only do one character at a time. But when I do have time, see some of the ramblings over on innermuses
or on this journal about Mel Fray, Will Turner, &s about my interpretations of their actions. Some people talk about imagery, themes, narrative flow, when they get fannish. I focus on the characters, and treat them as real people, because that, empathetic fool that I am, is what floats my boat.pinging the bingagoodshinkickin
is Princess Bing. I 'ping' her and talk to her whenever she's online. Pretty much everyday, in fact. Sometimes I sit at my computer doing nothing just because I have an open IM window with her and it's comforting to know that she's in Boston, sitting at her computer doing nothing so important as having an open IM window with me. Just talking to her calms me down and focuses me on what's important. She's a large portion of my world, and at the moment, pretty much my motivation for everything.sounding rather explicitly sexual
Oh gosh, this is a Milliways reference, right? In fact, I know it is. I just... think it originated a few weeks or months before I joined. Bugger.
Well, innuendo is fun, innit?web-footed tuna poodles
was dealt with here
so she went for dakota the pirate werewolf
My userinfo as of right now (and since December 2004) reads like this:
I really really like werewolves. And pirates. In fact, my ideal movie hero would be a werewolf pirate named after a US state. Not a pussy state like Louisiana or California, but a cool sounding state, like Indiana, Washington or Dakota. Dakota would be played by Hugh Jackman and he would sail around the Caribbean fighting crime with his heterosexual life partner, a vampire elf wizard with a dull, wet name like Paul Butcher (played by Orlando Bloom). It seems like Paul’s supposed to be the hero – he gets all the melodrama (it’s so depressing being a vampire elf) and the romantic plot, but actually the female lead (Kirsten Dunst) turns out to be a lesbian and gets more sex than either of the guys, because Paul’s too wet to be sexy and Dakota’s just too cool to need any of that romantic crap.
Paul has to come to terms with his vampire elf heritage and how it affects his life. He needs to realise his destiny as king of the vampires, and somehow reconcile it with his responsibilities as Lord of the Elves. He hasn’t got the imagination to enjoy immortality and blood stains his teeth. On top of this, he can’t seem to find true love, the Caribbean climate is playing silly buggers with his hair, and he keeps snagging his stockings. Dakota gets to look cool and shoot things. He also gets all the best lines.
Of course, this isn’t just a movie, but a cartoon adventure series, and every week our heroes would solve a new crime, or maybe fight zombies. Often both. It spawned a comic series written by Neil Gaiman as well as the movie, which was directed by Tim Burton and also stars Johnny Depp as an evil mastermind who turns into a dragon about half way through. It has a Danny Elfman soundtrack and features a lot of sexy women in corsets, including most of the female cast of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It naturally spawns a sequel, also directed by Burton in which Dakota has to save the world from a pair of CGI mice, voiced by Eddie Izzard and Eric Idle. However, this film lacks the Elfman soundtrack, and Queen provide the musical accompaniment, thanks to Brain May’s new necromancer abilities. The resulting album grosses the charts within days.
My favourite colour is purple.
I was trying to come up with a way of describing quite how overenthusiastic and gleefully fannish I can be about the things I think are cool, and I figured describing a movie in fannishly gleefully terms would sum up my personality quite well. And I haven't been able to bring myself to change it yet, because Dakota the Pirate Werewolf would
be an awesome action movie hero.
This is Kestrel from Queen of Wands
, a romantic comedy webcomic than ran from 2002 to 2005, the last six months or so of which I was following it. It follows the life of Kestrel, a young woman living with her best friend and her ex-boyfriend, now the best friend's husband. It didn't have Big plots, but it did have some very classic moments, such as Vagina Dentata!
, "Kitties Rock
", and the Chainsaw of Natural Selection
. There's now a sequel to the comic, written by Aeire drawn by Chris Dailie, over at Punch 'an Pie
In the strip I used for the icon
, she's not saying anything like that, but I liked the panel so cropped it and added text to fit. And it's a perfect icon for those
moments that I have so often.
This one should be simple enough. It's a picture of the Earth, and the text is from The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy
by Douglas Adams. All incarnations of such as well, I think. Hell, it might even have ended up in that godawful travesty of a "movie" they made.
Anyway, so the first appearance in the show of indisputable aliens is when the demolition of Arthur Dent's house is interrupted by the arrival of a Vogon constructor fleet over Earth, and the following global announcement:
People of Earth, your attention please.
This is Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz of the Galactic Hyperspace Planning Council. As you will no doubt be aware, the plans for the development of the outlying regions of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy require the building of a hyperspace express route though your star system, and regrettably your planet is one of those scheduled for demolition. The process will take slightly less than two of your Earth minutes. Thank you very much.
There's no point in acting all surprised about it. All the planning charts and demolition orders have in on display at your local planning department in Alpha Centauri for fifty of your Earth years, so you've had plenty of time to lodge any formal complaints, and it's far too late to start making a fuss about it now.
What do you mean, you've never been to Alpha Centauri? Oh, for heaven's sake, Mankind, it's only four light years away, you know. I'm sorry but if you can't be bothered to take an interest in local affairs that's your own lookout. Energise the demolition beams.
God, I don't know, apathetic bloody planet. I've no sympathy at all.
I use the icon for Hitch Hikers relevance, and also any time I feel the need to despair of the whole mess we're making of our planet.
This is Dakota the Pirate Werewolf.
It's uglyass and I hate it, despite it having been my default icon for a long time. *pokes it* It sort of went with my layout, colour-wise, and that is Hugh Jackman (in his wolverine guise for extra werewolfness) but I didn't know what I wanted when I made it, and I still don't really know what I'd want from it. I'm glad I went for Liz in my default.
Really, perhaps it's time to graduate from the whole Dakota thing, it's just he's so awesome, in my head anyway
One of a series of icons made by sir_gareth
with quotes from Friends
. I saw them, and I grabbed a bunch, because Friends
is my secret show. Secret because despite owning most of the 10 series on VHS and having followed it religiously for ten years, nowadays when people ask me if I've seen friends, I say 'no'.
This is because usually, when people ask me if I've seen Friends
, it's because they've just asked what I do for a living, and the comparisons to Ross get more and more irritating every time it happens. Probably because Ross is such a cruel caricature of a scientist, but also because Friends
gets so many things wrong
about palaeontology that people bringing it up usually says they have a false opinion of what palaeontologists are like. Imagine if you'd told someone you were a radiologist and they responded 'Oh, like Alan Statham
Anyway, back to the icon. This quote is from The One with the Secret Closet
, in which Rachel suffers Braxton Hicks contractions. When Ross is called to the hospital, and finds out that's what it is, he says:
Oh. Oh. Thank God, that's no big deal. Most women don't even feel them.
, to which Rachel responds with
Okay, no uterus, no opinion.
And sometimes when I'm talking about uterus related thing, it's appropriate. It's also my pro-choice icon.
Oh yes, my wanky fandom icon.
This is the fault of the Discworld fandom. Not all of the Discworld fandom, or even the majority of it, but that part of it that for a few years would annually spam discworld
with lilac-flavoured icons and remembrance poems, and y'know - stuff. You see, in Night Watch
, a civic battle happens on the 25th of May . One which is not remembered by anyone except those that fought in it, although Pterry describes it excellently and vividly in prose. The few characters that do remember the day commemorate it annually by wearing lilacs and visiting the graves of those that died.
Then the fandom decided to do the same thing. In 2005 there were 23 posts to that community alone
, which in my book constitutes spam and annoyed me, for one, as someone who doesn't really see the point in posting song lyrics every year. I don't post about the 7th of July every year. I don't post about 28th April every year. I skip posts about 11th September. Why should I want things posted about a fictional event all over my flist? You can't bring me a new perspective about the event: I read the book too!
The point about the Glorious 25th, of course, is that in the book, the characters get irritated when anyone who wasn't
there tries to get involved in the commemorations. So on the level at which I care for fictional characters, I was also annoyed that people who couldn't have been there because they live on the wrong world. In 2006, clearly annoyed with the spam from the year before, and when it looked like it was getting as bad, andrewhickey
posted a fic about how the fans were there after all
. Wank happened.
And this year, people talked about the wank as if it were all Andrew's fault, and the non-lilac people were parade-pissers. Fortunately, the level of spam has also gone down, so I don't need to remove the community. I also didn't post my fic Glorious
anywhere except my own journal. But I still use the icon occasionally, because sometimes it seems to me that some fans just don't get it
And if you can't read it, the text says:
I wasn't there.
And neither were you.
Because it's fictional.
Something else Milliways related! This comes from one of the greatest Mel/Mike threads ever, which started, as these things never do, with Mel and Raph having a casual conversation
. Which, uh, escalates
See, the thing is, that when Raph first came into the bar, he'd come from um, killing his family.Then Tim Hunter made it all better, except in Raph's fucked up head. When Mel began to fall in love with Mike, despite the fact that it's Raph to she relates to (or perhaps because), she figured it out pretty quickly. Trouble is, she got some things wrong. Then, when the Other put Angelina in an imperius curse, he had her tell Mike that Raph killed him. This was all while Mel was in Hell, and Mike of course didn't deal with it at all, just letting some of it slip out to Mel herself.
So back to the scene I'm narrating: Mel knows that Angelina said something to Mike (she hasn't met Angie at this point), and thinks Angie was the witch who helped cover Raph's ass. Then some magic the Other puts on Raph
starts twanging and Raph loses his hold on things. Also, bear in mind, Mel's just just
come back from an indeterminate time in Hell, so she's not all that stable either. So when the argument escalates into a fight
and they take it outside
, they've both pretty much lost it, and Mel at least is in flashback territory.
Have I mentioned I love my lady?
Anyway, after the fight, Mel goes back to her suite for clean up
, and there of course is Mikey, to clean up sai wounds (which I only insisted on because during the writing of that thread I ripped my foot open on a nail in the TKD hall) and to help undress her and to hold her while she cries.
, Mel says
For you, the world. Now take off your pants.
It's also the greeting on my phone, over a picture of Bing. Because I'm soppy that way.
So one day, at around 4pm, I'm sitting in Baconchat, chatting to the people there, and I happen to wonder in type where my lady is. Or rather, I think emmlet
wonders where she is. And I'm missing her, so I type out:lycanthrofaerie
:*sends up the turtle signal*At that very moment
, we all got the little pop up 'bing!' noise which means the Bing herself has signed on. Because the turtle signal works! So I made an icon. That's a whited out batsignal (of course) with a symbol taken from one of the TMNT comics. It's also the tattoo she has on her lower back
. And 'crazy turtle lady' is clearly what her superhero name would be, if she were a character in a Whose Line is it Anyway?
You know the drill for these by now, right? Right.