Glory to the Spoons!

Seen around; created by china_shop 

Look at the most recent 20 fanwork titles on your AO3 account.

(Also, as an odd note: there have been times when I would have had to go back years for this. Right now, 20 fanworks back takes me to February of this year.)

1. How many are you happy with? 9

2. How many are... not great? 5 (the rest are...serviceable. Not great, but not cringe-worthy either)

3. How many did you scramble for at the last minute? ....all but one

4. How many did you know before you started writing/creating, or near the beginning? 1

5. How many are quotes from songs or poems? 4, which is kind of surprising for me

6. How many are other quotes? 0

7. Which best reflects the plot of the story/content of the fanwork?
Probably a tie between Birthday Dinner and A Damn Fine Cup of Coffee, both of which are...well. Self-explanatory.

8. Which best reflects the theme of the story/fanwork?
Jack of Spades. LOOK, it's METAPHORICAL

9. Which best reflects the character voice of the story/POV of the fanwork?
stand me up at the gates of hell, which I feel is pretty apropos for a post-S3 Billy POV AU.

10. Which is your favourite?
Spinning, Unspun. I don't even know why, really.

 Bidding for the equalityauction is open! I'm offering fic of ~1500 words (more if bidding goes over $25) for any of my usual fandoms, or almost anything else that's on my AO3 page.

You can find my offer here. The rest of the bidding offers are here, and the buy-it-now offers are here.

So, I've been back to work this week. It's a little weird; we're keeping it at a skeleton staff, which means essentially that I'm there in the evenings with one other person in the entire building. Another piece of relevant data: my library is in a converted Victorian mansion, complete with a tower and a maze of a stone basement with three hidden rooms and a couple of doors blocked behind shelving that lead to nowhere in particular.

Basically, it's a little creepy in the evening if there's nobody else around. Or if the only other person around is two floors down and most of the lights in the hallway are out because the circuitry is also ancient and having too many things on at a time will blow the circuit and necessitate me wandering into the depths of the catacombs under the building to reset it if I happen to try to turn my window AC unit on. And there are a lot of strange odds and ends to be found in the attic and the basement and in random little closets and rooms.

All of which is to say that my boss found this fucking gigantic stuffed bear and stuck it in the window outside my office overlooking Main Street, and it has been giving me a heart attack every single time I walk down the hallway and catch sight of it out the corner of my eye. If it's still there on Monday, I'm going to leave it behind his desk for him to find in the morning.
( photographic evidence of the DOOM BEAR )

Title: Interdimensional Problems
Fandoms: Stranger Things & Iron Fist
Pairings: Gen; Robin Buckley & Colleen Wing
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Other Tags: Into A Bar
Summary:
There's no rhyme or reason to the list of names. The only thing any of them have in common is that they all went to school in Hawkins, Indiana during the mid-eighties, when a series of bizarre calamities befell that small town.

The same small town where Danny and Ward vanished three days ago, chasing a story about doors to another dimension.

(Or, Colleen Wing and Robin Buckley meet in a bar to talk about dimensional rifts, and to stage a rescue. Written for the Spring 2020 Into A Bar challenge)

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So, I'm going back to work on Monday. It'll be part-time, at least for now, so we can stagger shifts, and the building will be closed to the public until Phase 4. I also have my own office, so I'm not particularly worried from a contagion standpoint; it's probably safer than grocery shopping at this point.

On the one hand, I'm really suspicious of the timeline of the reopening--cases are still climbing in my county--but on the other hand, holy shit am I ready to go back to work. Or, more accurately, to be able to work somewhere other than a laptop at my kitchen table. I've learned two things about myself in the past three months: (1) I really do not do well without any externally imposed routine and (2) my decision not to be a SAHM was a really fucking solid one.

(I will have to keep doing the bulk of the homeschooling, since my spouse is still working and I'm just going back in the evenings for now, but at least the school year will be over in about 2 weeks. But even just four hours a day out of the house and able to work without being climbed on will make my life easier.)

 Dear Just Married Writer:

Thank you so much for writing for me! I'm sure I'll love whatever you write; this letter is just some guidance and prompts, but please feel free to write whatever speaks to you!

( Things I love in general )

( DNW )

( Marvel - TV )


( Agent Carter )


( Stranger Things )

Title: Falling
Fandom: Iron Fist
Pairing: Gen; Ward & Harold, Ward & Danny
Warnings: Falling from a height, Canon-typical violence, Unethical experimentation, Referenced child abuse
Other Tags: Superpowers AU, Telekinesis, Hurt/comfort, Rescue
Summary:
“I have given you an incredible gift,” Harold tells him, settling his hand on Ward’s shoulder, fingers digging in deep. “The least you could do is try to appreciate it.”

Or: Ward has telekinetic abilities. It's not really a big deal, until it is.

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Stranger Things, any, ten years later

Teen Wolf, Peter Hale, knitting

The Witcher, Triss/Yennefer, "but I say [the fairest thing] is what one loves"

Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, the magic goes away

The Witcher, any, tarot.

The Witcher; Geralt/any; love me, love my horse

I was planning on making red velvet cupcakes tomorrow to take down to Spouse's family this weekend, but now Thing 2 has fever and a runny nose (he's being remarkably cheerful about it all so far, at least) and I don't know if we're going after all.

I may still make cupcakes, since I kinda promised Thing 1 we would, but then I need to figure out what I'm going to do with a full giant batch of red velvet cupcakes. I wish I had friends who lived closer. Maybe I'll inflict them on my neighbors.

I had a GIANT butternut squash in my fridge that was starting to get some suspicious-looking spots on it, so I threw it in a slow cooker along with a bunch of other stuff I had on hand and it actually came out really good. I'm writing the recipe down in case I want to try it again.

( SO. Chicken squash slow-cooker soup, lazy-ish style: )