turlough: The Girl (Grace Jeanette) yay!ing from car window, Art is the Weapon video, Sept 2010 ((mcr) yay!)
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She's not scared, though.

Everyone's fine except Poison, and Ray tells her he's had worse.

So there's really nothing to be scared about, and she's not.

She's seven now, probably, or close enough that she's too old to be scared of stupid stuff like that. Definitely too old to be scared of the dark. Ray doesn't say anything when she creeps into his room that night, though - just scoots over on the mattress and tucks his hair behind him so it's not taking up the whole pillow.

When Poison finally wakes up the next afternoon, wrecked and pale, the first thing he says is: "Shitfucking cocksucker."

The second thing, after Kobra tells him what happened, is: "We gotta teach the kid how to drive."

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all the stars in the sky

Aug. 12th, 2017 06:29 am
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"NO MORE EXCHANGES UNTIL YULETIDE" I wail, as I peruse the [community profile] femslashex  tagset and want to write at least twenty of these pairings. If I get ahead on my schedule for other writing I will let myself write some treats, I suppose. I mean even if I signed up I wouldn't get assigned every single pairing I love in that tagset, so I would still have 19 other things I wished I was writing. Right?

Meanwhile I've been doing the thing I'm supposed to be doing and focusing on [community profile] iddyiddybangbang , and to my own surprise I'm making progress! I'll be past 5k by the first checkin for sure. I'm still not entirely convinced that I'll finish the fic by the posting deadline and it will be a bummer to drop out, but either way I'm getting a lot of words in on a project I've wanted to write for ages.

The Hugo Awards were announced this morning, while I was sleeping, and this year the results made me very happy. :D Despite having been into scifi since I was a teenager, I somehow managed to miss that anyone could vote in the Hugos (for a joining fee) until conservatives decided to game the nominations several years ago. This is despite knowing since high school that the Hugos use the Australian preferential ballot system! And I didn't realise it was publicly voted! What!!!

So I got into the Hugos because of the voting thing, because I'm a gigantic nerd for voting methods, and spent some time in 2014 having extremely strong feelings about voting systems and voter disenfranchisement, and started reading short form SF instead of just the occasional novel, and by 2016 I finally went "so... I love SF short fiction... and voting... and the Hugos combine these things..." and FINALLY FUCKING REALISED I COULD VOTE.

I don't think I cared all that much for the short fiction offerings in 2016, after all that - I think quite a lot of the ballot was taken up by the right wing anti-PC brigade, and I remember one nominated story was so apallingly racist that I didn't make it past the first page. But this year I had VERY STRONG FEELINGS and I'm over the moon that Seasons of Glass and Iron is the winner. It's a F/F fantasy story with a fairy tale tone, beautifully told, about women who suffer but save themselves. I didn't expect this! I thought Our Talons Can Crush Galaxies was going to win and I was v grumpy about it because I hated that story but my fave won. :D

I'm also pretty happy that Ada Palmer won the Campbell award for best new writer because I found her debut novel Too Like The Lighting a) incredibly niche and b) INCREDIBLY MY NICHE, MY GOD, IT HIT SO MANY OBSCURE CORNERS OF MY ID and c) incredibly ambitious in its scale and complexity and deserving of some kind of recognition, but d) not Best Novel, because, again, SO NICHE.

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Aug. 11th, 2017 04:41 pm
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To update on the gym situation. I went to the induction yesterday and everything went very well.

Not that it got to a good start as we weren't booked on the system, but one of the men who worked in the gym was there and happy to give us the tour and work on our goals and memberships.

In all that took around 3 hours, and he was great. He did have some extreme views about nutrition and how often that could help when medicine can't. But, at the same time, he admitted that the views were extreme, and kept saying we had to research everything and not take his -- or anyone's -- word as gospel.

He made me feel really relaxed and worked out a programme for both me and James based on what he thought we could manage. Mine includes the recumbent bike, the treadmill, and leg strength work on the weight machines. When he was showing us the equipment he said he could tell I'd relaxed because when I was on the bike I was smiling, and I was. No one was looking, no one gave a damn that I was sitting there and doing exercise in a gym. It was just good and achievable and I felt a foot taller when leaving.

Then later we called into the local gym I'm going to be using -- the induction was done at the bigger one the next town over -- and I gave my workout a try. I also checked out where the lockers were, the changing room situation, doing those little things that had been worrying me, like starting machines off on my own.

Then this morning I walked down on my own and spent a good hour doing my own thing. And again, no one was laughing or looking and I just got on with things. I even tried out the arm weight machines and felt comfortable and happy as I moved to each new thing. I bought myself a water bottle but must remember a small towel next time because I had to keep wiping the seats off with the edge of my t-shirt which really wasn't a good look.

But I did it, and am chuffed at myself.

Thank you to everyone who gave advice and encouragement in my last post. Yesterday was the first time I'd ever stepped foot in a gym, and it was hard and scary. But today it wasn't at all, and I'd have never have got to that point without all of your help.

Oh, and this is the outfit I went with in the end. Modelled just after I'd left the blood donation place.

Wednesday Reading.

Aug. 9th, 2017 08:09 pm
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Or: I'm not against rereading books that have some Serious Problems from my past, but there's a reason I haven't done this in a while.

Book book books. Talk of rape. )
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He shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. Mikey was passed out in the chair next to him, his body bent in weird ways to fit the lopsided seat. He'd always been good about sleeping anywhere, the fucker.

Gerard rubbed at his eyes and stared at the console. The ships the Joes were using had some crazy navigational system, totally different than the shit Gerard grew up on, but Gerard had taken enough of them over the years to figure them out. They just wanted to look complicated.

They had at least another few hours before they hit The Grit, and he wasn't going to get any sleep this cycle. He left Mikey asleep in the chair but grabbed the bag by Mikey's feet and set about sorting through it - singed in a few places where the Joes had got a few hits in on their way out, but mostly intact, and only some of the money'd been burned too much to use.

He paused. He hadn't noticed back in the office, but Mikey'd nicked a couple of books from the foreman's shelf. They were shoved at the bottom of the bag and one of them - The Secret Garden - had a dark streak across the spine from one of the blasts.

Gerard awkwardly brushed some of the dirt off the front cover. There was a girl in red on the cover, almost completely faded away, and there was green all around her, practically choking the corners of the drawing. It was an old copy, and cracked when he opened it. It smelled like a book, and Gerard had to resist pressing it against his face and just inhaling. He only vaguely remembered the story - something Elena had read to him, once, back when there were suns.

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Aug. 7th, 2017 07:57 pm
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I joined a gym today.

I'm sitting here thinking, what the hell have I done? It's a good deal -- I think. Our local authority gym scheme where I get a discount for being a carer, so is only £21 a month, and I can go to any local authority gym in Sunderland, which includes a swimming pool, sauna etc in the next town over.

But man, I'm scared to death here. I'm going to the induction on Thursday, and she said bring your gym clothes. But I don't even have any. Will my sketchers do? Will people laugh if I turn up in them and leggings?

I can walk to the one in my town easily, and James will go on a pay as you go basis so we can go swimming together.

Gah. I think I need to go lie down in a dark room or something. And yes, this will pass and I'm sure things will be fine, and this is a good thing. But again. What have I done?!

We also saw Valerian, which was pretty to look at, but had the disadvantage of having two main characters I didn't give a damn about.

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