mizzmarvel

For those who don't regularly check their LJs, the jist of things: I'm co-running the The Pornathon, a ficathon with an emphasis on the adult content. It's open to all fandoms and loves het, slash, and femmeslash equally.

More detailed rules are posted there, as are the request posts. You're under no obligation to write or draw anything to make some requests (though writing/drawing would make you extra awesome). If you do join or at least think it's an intriguing idea, please do pimp! I'm basically just posting to the flist at the moment, so the more exposure it gets, the better.

To those who are on my LJ and IJ flists, sorry for what's basically a crosspost.

When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

Okie-doke.

( This DCU piece is what I call My Emo AU Where Ollie Dies and Connor is Sad )

( A Marvel 616 that is thus far named The Impossible Jamie/Warren fic )

( Don't get too excited, but this one is named Byron/Jeff Wedding Fic )

( This was going to be part of the next chapter of the Tim/Kon High School AU )

( And for your Oscar consideration - teaser for Blue, Chapter 12 )


1. I have bits of pieces of this written up, but it's all sort of unconnected vignettes at the moment. It's been worked on off and on (mostly off) since spring 2006, I think.
2. I haven't worked on this in ages. I think it dates back to 2005, or maybe even earlier. It's definitely set post-Madrox, pre-X-Factor. There are just some images I've come up with that I can't let go of.
3. This is the only one where I've posted the entire contents of the file. Six freakin' lines. Good job, me. Another spring 2006.
4. Yes, it's a cliche storyline, but I'm actually very proud of the writing I was doing on this AU. I think it's very solid and consistent.
5. I told you - I wrote some!

Stupid Things That've Made Me Cry

Free Willy
certain Patricia MacLachlan novels
not getting the right order of french fries
non-permanent deaths of comic book characters
cord blood bank commercial
pictures of bouquets of flowers on the Internet

And the new one:
the end of this week's Top Chef

How could the judges make such a wretched decision? Dammit, this is why I shouldn't watch reality TV.

A few weeks ago, I opened myself up for drabble requests. Here are the results.

( For caia_comica, Namor/Jim Hammond (Marvel 616) )

( For magikfanfic, New Mutants (Marvel 616) )

( For draggystack, Remus/Sirius, first visit to Grimmauld (HP) )

( For thuri, Byron/Jeff, Jeff coming back after a long CA visit (BSC) )

( For oldskoolstyle, Iceman (Ultimate Marvel) )

( For poisonivory, Louie's reaction to Max's date (Disney and totally over 100 words) )

You know what I like? Having a body. I really appreciate being able to eat something and then just sit around while my body digests it for me, without having to think about it at all. And I can go to sleep and not suffocate due to a lack of concentration on my respiration. Hair and nails actually grow without any prompting whatsoever; it's all just there.

I really dig that.

No, really!

I got COTW runner-up for the third time over at the Comics Curmudgeon. It seems like the less I comment in a week, the more likely I am to get recognized. Also, this is the second time a Dennis the Menace comment was noted, so apparently I have a rapport with the wee rascal. (Me = Mack, btw.)

Otherwise, I am not at all interesting. Um. I bought new shoes today. Yay?

First Impressions Meme! Tell me what you first thought of me! Hopefully it wasn't too bad.

Also, today we got cable hooked up in our little apartment. The guy was supposed to get here between 1 and 5, and he didn't show up until around 7. But nevertheless, Deadliest Catch is now proudly blaring on the TV, and tonight I will celebrate by watching 48 Hours Mystery. Meanwhile, khirsah has already lost interest and wandered out of the room.

So yesterday khirsah walked in and was all, "Hey, want to be in a Marauders-era RP?"

"Yes," said I, and then thought, Oh, I guess I'm RPing again.

So, new game, and definitely looking to get back into things with EU. Jesus, I can never just do something a little - it always has to kill me.

And, um, if any of you are looking to be in a HP game, we need more people! High-quality RPers thus far, and it looks like we're going to be pretty loose in accepting any characters who could conceivably be in Hogwarts during seventh year. No plots yet - it literally started being set up last night. Here's the OOC journal, so you can see what's being looked for.

Today was the first big day of Comic-Con, and I wasn't there. I'm sad about it, honestly. It's something I really enjoyed. The first year we went, we only attended on Saturday. It was such a fun day, and on the ride home, Dad turned to me and said, "So, we're going the whole week next year, right?" And I thought, Wow, I have such an awesome dad.

Anyway.

I'm really enjoying BSG. I'm not huge on classic (well, non super hero based) sci fi, but this is definitely one of the strongest, most thoughtful shows I've seen in a long time. Typically, I jumped on the tail end of the bandwagon, but I'm not even finished with the whole first season, so at least I have some more to get through. I think I need a Gaeta icon.

A little while ago, I was sitting here, peacefully reading Wonder Woman, The Complete History, when I came across a page from Action Comics #600, where WW and Superman make out a little, and then it's awkward.

A nice page, pretty effective, but for whatever reason (this is going to sound cliche), something clicked, and suddenly I was looking at that page from the perspective of a non-fan.

Jesus Christ, what - she's standing around in a bathing suit and knee-high books, and look what he's wearing. An alien and - oh my God, an animated statue, fighting crime...

For a few moments, for the first time in nearly fifteen years, I was looking at super heroes from the point of view of an outsider, and the entire concept was utterly ridiculous.

I got over it. I think. To be honest, I was surprised by how unsettling the moment was. I'd hate to outgrow something so abruptly.

I stole this verbatim from glossing:

If you could make a request in a ficathon that you knew I would be assigned, what would it be? I probably won't write any of these, so don't think of it as binding, and feel free to be wacky and/or full of yearning. So if you're game, provide fandom, pairing (or gen) and prompt (by which I mean, slice of a song, bit of poetry, three things you want and two things you don't -- no specific plot points -- that sort of thing). If I could write you a story, what would it be?

Today is not good for concentration.

Lately, I hate dreaming. I haven't had a nightmare in a while, but they're always just deeply, deeply unsettling.

Last night, I dreamed that I had a baby. This isn't unusual at all, by the way - I have a lot of dreams where I inexplicably have a baby. This one was a girl, wearing pink ribbons in her dark hair. I took her to go visit entwashian and her family, and her dad (entwashian's, that is) was holding the baby.

Then, abruptly, I realized that this was a dream, even as it continued around me. And it hit me that if I really did have a baby, my dad would never hold it. It was so painful, the concept, that I sunk to the floor, arms wrapped tight around myself as I watched this very sweet scene continue.

And I guess my brain sensed how much it hurt, because it suddenly went, "No, just kidding! Dad isn't dead! He's in the hospital and he's really sick, but he's still here. He might get better."

So the dream suddenly became me visiting Dad at the hospital. He was hooked up to machines, but he was sitting up and he was him, joking and laughing, and no, I hadn't lost my father and hero and best pal after all.

When I woke up, it was really hard to get out of bed.

God, I really shouldn't have written about this while at the office, but it's been impossible to concentrate. I've felt unsettled and listless all day. Maybe getting it all out will help. (I don't think so.)

Well, that subject sounds exciting, doesn't it? Anyway, in the spirit of the First Kiss memes...

( This is a meme that will almost certainly produce Deathly Hallows spoilers. The explanation really doesn't have any, but for paranoia's sake, I'm cut tagging it )

The blame credit for this idea goes to khirsah. I don't expect much response to this, but wouldn't it be great?

It looks like everyone and their mom finished DH before I did. Mine came at about 1 PM EST, delivered by a UPS man who probably wished me and every other person who ordered their copy from Amazon a very thorough death.

I'm going to try to keep my reactions brief.

( Spoilz )

In somewhat related news, while I read the damn thing, khirsah spent the same six hours writing me some Marauders-era Remus/Sirius. Chapter one of about nine jillion is apparently close to being posted. BEST ROOMMATE EVER.

Considering the latest meltdown-y announcement from LJ, in case of sudden disappearance/mythical fandom exodus, I can be found at:

GreatestJournal (mizzmarvel)
InsaneJournal (mizzmarvel)

I'm so original. And on the off chance that any of you can score me an account at JournalFen, I'd be most grateful.

I mean, I don't know. I don't have the energy to rage about this today. It sucks incredibly, naturally, and while I rarely write anything explicit, I'm always apprehensive when LJ shakes its fist vaguely in fandom's direction. Blurgh.

Apropos of nothing, um! I bought a dress today. vegetariansushi came to work in a cute Target dress, so of course I copied her and went to Target and actually managed to to find a dress that is pretty and flattering. I'm apparently volunteering to let people see my legs - what! I'm so confused!

Writer's Block wants to know - If you could rename yourself in real life, what would you choose, and why?

The long answer would involve me detailing my love-hate relationship with my real name, the history behind it, etc etc etc.

The short answer is Octavia.

(Why? Because I like it, but not enough to foist it onto a hypothetical child, so why not me? And I'm not the eighth anything that I know of, except possibly eighth smartest person in the world or eighth prettiest girl ever, but I suppose those are matters for debate.)

Yeah, so the last HP book comes out on Saturday! Last of the series and all.

Please don't fuck it up for me.

With HBP, I did end up getting spoiled (someone immediately posted fic, and from the posted pairings I was able to connect the dots), so I'll likely be staying away from my flist until the book is finished. It does concern me that the book may or may not be leaked already, so spoilers are possible even now. Just please, please be vigilant about cuts. I'd really like to get through this book unspoiled.

And also, please be considerate of people who cannot read the book as soon as it hits the shelves. My book is supposed to be delivered to me July 21, but who the hell knows for sure, and I know that others won't be able to afford it/get to a bookstore/etc. I hate it when fans assume that if you don't view the material immediately, you're not worthy of being unspoiled. Because, yeah, guess what? I've actually encountered that. People are pricks. Please don't accidentally be one too.

I'm opening myself up for five drabble requests. I'm feeling very creative, but wary it'll go away. If it all works out, I may write more. But in the meantime, the first five requests get them.

Fandoms I feel like writing: BSC, Harry Potter, Drake & Josh, Disney, Marvel (616, Ultimate, or 1602), X-men: Evolution. I'll consider others, though.

So anyway. 100-word stories, huzzah. Pairing, prompt, characters, etc pls.

ETA: All taken!

I finally saw it tonight. And, you know, I liked it. It was a lot of fun. Granted, I went in not anticipating a great movie, which probably helped.

( Spoilers )

You know, I can watch movies and TV shows where fathers die and not be bothered at all by it. I think sometimes my friends are concerned that it freaks me out, but so far it hasn't, other than the nasty string of sitcoms that decided to air their Very Special Dead Parent Episodes all at the same time, but even then it wasn't the material so much as that there were so many. But seriously, 99% of the time, I'm fine with that.

What makes me cry about my dad? Little People, Big World. Because they were painting a room.

Basically, the older boys had some friends over to help paint their bedroom. My dad was a painter, and he once said that, whereas no one is going to try to fix their own electrical problems because electricity is scary, everyone thinks they're capable of painting a room. It's really, really not true - it's not hard to see when a room is crappily painted by the owner. Anyone with a halfway decent eye can; even I, whose experience with painting materials is limited to playing with brushes like they were Barbies in the back of my dad's truck when I was little, can usually tell. And yes, the room certainly looked like it'd been painted by teenage boys.

And they were using rollers almost exclusively, and I kept thinking about how Dad often bitched about how newer painters always wanted to just use a roller, and you can't, it looks sloppy and it's only for wide expanses of blank wall anyway.

At that point, I started to cry.

Being a painter was not exactly Dad's dream - he occasionally said he'd have liked to be a professional wrestler, though as a kid I have a feeling he was more keen on becoming Basketball Hero - but he was proud of being a good one. He was an artisan, having studied as an apprentice, then a journeyman, before officially becoming a painter. He was at the same employer for over twenty years, and I know he was proud at moving on to become a senior painter and paint inspector. Right before he died, he'd interviewed for the position of paint supervisor for the third or fourth time, and his notes talk about how much he wanted the job. I wish he could have gotten it.

It's hard to believe it's been five months since he died. The time without him has seemed never-ending, and it's hard to comprehend that I have the rest of my life to miss him and his speckled white pants, yellow pads of notes, and the sharp scent of paint remover.