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someone commented on The First Thirty Minutes, a H50 TS fusion (which becomes a xo). It's the first time they've read a TS based fic, and they've watched an ep and they're hooked \o/. They asked if I've watched the series or researched it to get teh info?

and I'm like Memory Lane!....

Holy fuck, I watched it, thanks to the mates in the States, when it was televised! Via snail mail, they posted ropey VHS tapes in NTSC format that I watched on my PAL (UK format player), which supposedly was capable of showing USA formatted VHS tapes. The colours were constantly weird and the screen sometimes wandered off the side of the telly.

When the series was cancelled, on a cliff-hanger, I (one of many) called the US and expressed my discontent, and the lady I spoke to was very surprised! We -- the fans there was a lot of unhappy fans -- got a final season, which tied up the loose ends.

AH MEMORIES

BH: II

Jul. 1st, 2017 10:11 am
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hey ho, nonny no.

To those venturing forth: warnings and shit applicable to the previous story apply -- also discussions of non-con/events in the past.

This is def. a WIP, experimental approach. What happens here might not end up in the final version.
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Hi flist,

any recommendations for a 14 year old, sensitive boy, who is just starting to get into manga? I appreciate that he'll delve in and find stuff any rate, but recs would be good -- graphic art and tv/movies -- but also things to avoid?

He's super excited about the new world he's found.

ta

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SO in the morning when you get up and need to go to work, assuming that there is not a massively important meeting*, can you get to work at a specific time?

Does your morning disintegrate into: yes, don’t have to be at work for two… three hours; I can make my breakfast; nice breakfast, coffee, toast; Ooooooooooh; what shall I have, I know Ham… no… peanut butter, CHEEEEEESE. Oh right, check the fridge the door is DEF. closed. Okay, toast. Got toast got breakfast. Right – tele on. Pick a tv programme – pick a movie? Computer on. NEWS! Watch telly; play on computer; write fic. Oh, eat breakfast. Ao3. Dreamwidth. LJ. Tumblr. Write fic. Checks watch. Loads of time. Work in 1.5 hours. This is doable. PotterPOtterPotter. Whoops. Time for ablutions. Cleanliness. Clothes. What clothes? Those clothes. SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE – pick default. Packed Lunch? Food – yes. Okay, fridge. Did you prep something on Sunday for the rest of the week? No/yes. Procrastination/distractibility linked to this decision on Sunday. Check time. DAMNITALL TO HELL. Move fast. What about the dishes? Leave them. No/yes – depends. Check clock? DAMN IT ALL TO HELL. Got to get out of the house. Packed lunch. Excellent packed lunch constructed. Check clock. Buggery! Gather up detritus. Shall I water the plants yes/no? Maybe.

Is the gas burner off? IS the fridge door closed? Is the telly on/ Checks. Did you check the gas burner? Check. Glance at clock. OMG. You’ve got to leave. Looks at dishes in sink. Hey, that floor could do with a vacuum.

FFS

Rinse and repeat every single *&*%ing morning, for my entire adult life. I had a parent chivvying me out the door as a small person.

Does anyone else do this?

* massively important meeting? 75/25 chance you’ll be on time. You’re not going to be early - ever.
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Tldr version: read the Mage Wars trilogy and then the Heralds of Valdemar trilogy.

Thinky thoughts on (some of) Mercedes Lackey’s books )
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So I wrote a fic. Saphira cheerleaded the fic on LJ and a couple of folk chimed in here and there and offered encouragement. I actually found this way of writing was a fun way of writing. Having an audience and someone to talk about the bits kept me focused. I’m kind of thinking having an audience list/cheerleader filter could be a good way of writing. It wouldn’t just be fanfic but original stuff, which I am thinking more and more about.

Any rate, I’ve started posting the fleshed and polished version of The Black Herald to AO3. This fic is based on Mercedes Lackey’s Heralds of Valdemar series, which I’ve enjoyed for decades.

Writing the story was a total indulgence. I enjoyed wallowing in some tropes like a happy pig in the mud. I make no apologies. It is an interesting thing about fanfic that we have our favs, in this case platonic bed sharing. There is also a lot of food *rolls eyes*. I am thinking that the next fic I write will have no bloody food in it. On the subject of ‘bloody’ one thing I could indulge in this story was the colloquial language – that was fun.

However, despite the fun aspects (on my part), the fic is pretty dark in places, definitely read the warnings and check the tags. If you have any questions feel free to ask. There is a happy ending, as I couldn’t write a story without a happy ending.

The Black Herald.
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“Anyone got any lock picks?” Steve asked, regarding the barred door of their cage.

On cue, Danny said,

“We’re in the FreaKING Jungle – no one expects doors!”

“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition,” Chin said under his breath.

“What? What? What did you say?” Danny pounced on Chin.

Okay, Steve thought, time to do something improbable – Oooh, how about an explosion? He patted his cargo pants pockets. Note to self: there has to be a reason for all these pockets. Also, next time, because there will be a next time, bring lock picks.


There, I fixed it.
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Rating: G?
Spoilers: 7.22
Notes: unbeated and Kristen999 promised me Pinot grigio
Disclaimer: writing for fun not for profit.

Just staying on the floor. )
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that's rather ironic. I was going to post on LJ that I was *thinking* of joining the migration to dreamwidth, and, I can't bloody well post on LJ until I sign up to a Terms of Service in a language I can't read.

Bugger. Well, hopefully if folk are interested they'll figure out my username.
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so I’m on the bus going to work. So on the bus, you can go away with the fairies and imagine a story. Not a currently-being-written story, because it's awfully frustrating when you go down an idea you really want to record but you don't have a notebook. So I make up stories on the spot, indulgent, fun, fluffy, fics, an’ watch.

Presumably, I must look a little goaßgschau.

So Little toddler Merlin bumps into a Companion (a Mercedes Lackey’s Valdemar Companion). And he’s like, Ooooh Horsie. The Companion, we’ll call him Dav, is indulging cute little Merlin, letting him stroke his nose. And then Merlin *looks* (because he’s Merlin), and goes Not-Horsie, which catches the Companion’s attention.

Merlin’s *looking* at Dav, the Not-horsie made of many people. There’s a string of people shapes like cut out silhouettes stacked up behind each other – if you get what I mean. They’re glowing.

No, goes Dav, not many people.

Merlin can’t encapsulate it, he’s three but they’re silhouettes from the same light. One silhouette at the fore – Dav. The same light different forms.

Like water, Merlin thinks. Water in the lake. Water falling from the sky. Water evaporating into the air. It’s all water. Letting Dav see how his magic touches the cycle of rain as it changes.

Dav goes “*&^%$% &^)( ^%”£~@ I need to talk to your, mam. Gaius!!!!!” Gaius is his herald. The King’s Own Herald for King Uther Pendragon, who is a bit of a bastard, because he is, but not an intolerantly hateful way as in the TV series, because he’s a herald. He’s not the best Herald in the world, but he has a really punitive firestarting gift, which is useful (at times), but zero telepathy and can’t talk to his long suffering companion. Luckily, he’s also got Gaius as his conscience.

Gaius is visiting his sister Hunith and nephew Merlin. And he’s like *&^^& MAGE GIFT? NO ()*@~#6&%<>

Dav’s going No seriously, I’m really surprised that he hasn’t warped reality since as far as he is concerned anything is possible, ‘cos he’s three.

“Shit,” goes Gaius, “because this is really serious, we have to talk him to Haven, and get him under the shields of a Herald Mage.” The only people who can possibly foster a powerful mage child such as Merlin are Reincarnated Vanyel Ashkevron and Stefen. I possibly cackled inwardly when this popped up.

So, Yes! Merlin’s going to Haven. Where there is, of course, a bullying, micromanaging Prince Arthur, who is unlikely to become a Herald because he’s a bullying, micromanaging tool. Unless he changes….

Then my bus stop came up.

The end.

Heh hehe
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I can't tell a lie, I did laugh. Danny. Danny. Danny. You banana, and hilariously you know it. Steve totally arranged that evening Valentine's meal without Danny's input... perhaps Danny organised the intrusive ukulele player. Hah, if they're organising the next shindig, I can only marvel at the shenanigans. I’m guessing guns and hostage taking at their isolated retreat.

I did enjoy the yoga session -- i do yoga -- and it is clearly apparent that Ao'L and the lassies do yoga. His form was too good for a newbie, and he moved between poses without checking the teacher or other students. *rewatches*

Danny ate the cucumber *g*
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I did enjoy BSG – a lot. We didn’t get it televised on my side of the Pond for a good long while. But during one long school summer holiday, the film (aka TV movie) was shown at a wee, local cinema for pennies during a Sci-Fi festival. As I had been thoroughly brainwashed as a young child to be a sci-fi fan, being weaned on Star Trek and Star Wars, I might have possibly (likely) lost count of the number of times I watched that movie over the festival. I managed to get my grubby little mitts on the TV adaptation books, and I do have a photobook of the TV movie, and I do recall, getting a Sci-Fi TV Encyclopaedia out of the local library, and I might have cut a picture out of one of the pages… might have….

I still hadn’t seen any of the episodes, but boy did I like Apollo. Gosh, did I like Apollo. I wrote fanfic, albeit I didn’t know the term, but indeedy did I write fanfic, longhand and bashing on my dad’s old typewriter. Whilst I’m fairly sure my first long opus was a Star Trek: TNG ode to Riker, which is another story, I did learn a lot of the art of whumping by whumping Apollo. I recall a fic whereby I put the poor sod in a coma, head injury. After some space shenanigans, he and Starbuck crashed on a jungle-type plant, and poor old Starbuck ended up dragging Apollo on a travois over hill and dale. Poor old Starbuck because he had actually been wounded by some kind of disintergrating projectile laser weapon that refused to heal and wouldn’t stop bleeding. This story went on ad infinitum as our intrepid heroes were chased – tow, tow, tow, Apollo gently through the jungle!

I recall thinking that it was bloody boring having your favourite hero lying inertly on a stretcher, thoroughly hurt but just whumped, that it was more interesting when people were interacting – the comfort part of our favourite equation. I pretty much stopped writing the fic at that point. But I had learned an important thing, for me, about my favourite genre – hurt/Comfort, which I have carried forwards since.

So thank you, Apollo -- you were awesome.
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significantly better!

okay, the bomb...?

I've no idea what Danny's playing with Charlie?

plot is H50 - it finished three seconds ago, and I'm like what did I just watch *ponders* Oh, yes, knife/evidence.

We did get a Book 'em, Danno \o/


But awwwwwwwwwww Jerry helping Max express his love for his 'Ohana. Steve the big brother. Danny the role model and wanting to stay in touch. Chin understanding 'ohana to the depths of his being (makes 'Uhane series note). Kono helping him with his wife. Grover's smile.

as an aside: so clearly, an outcome of Steve's transplant is now he likes Malasadas 0_o, just like Danny.

Also: "Dance with me tonight" -- did I hear that right?
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so I just watched last friday's H50 ep I don't know why, but I was I curiously reluctant to watch it the last few days. I didn't know of any spoilers. I just couldn't.

That was simply the most random and uneven piece of telly I've watched in a long time. At the start I was thinking, have I missed the first 20 mins? Then the music plays, so no I didn't have a blackout.

I did cheer when Chin’s niece was given into to his custody. Unexpected – logical given the risk to the poor kid, but unexpected given the writers' issues with continuity. And then they're back in Honolulu. Danny's buggered off with Amberlissa (eh? When was the last time we saw her?). Whoops, humour; Jerry's homeless (not that funny). Random Max leaving clues. Humour/car sales. heroin. OMG – that poor policeman. DIRTY NUCLEAR BOMB???? Why? Motive? Reasons? Catch the bad guy -- well, not quite. Hmmm, right Max wants to continue working with Médecins Sans Frontières (I approve). Steve (AoL) is deliciously serious. WHOOPS tone change. The Dirty bomb isn't the case. I look at the clock timer cos, what they're going to figure out where the bomb is in 3 seconds….?

CREDITS

WFT?

I mean genuinely - What the Fuck?

I need a glass of wine.
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Star Wars: Rogue One sums up 2016 to a fucking T.

All we have left is hope.
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*nods*

I can work with that.
sealie: made for me by tardis80 (seal_two)
I can't see any of the comments in communities. I can see how many comments there are, but they are not showing up in communities and some ind. posts.

any clues?

googling to find the answer doesn't help, because I can't see the comments...


eta:

think it might be ghostery related but it's not consistent....

2016....

Nov. 9th, 2016 10:29 am
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O_o

so much hatred, so much intolerance, so much fear.
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