elayna: (Default)
ETA: It's January 2017 and I realize I've been forgetting to update this post. And is there any point to it, when it mostly links to AO3, which has multiple sort options? I spent a lot of time setting it up, as it seemed the thing to do, but if no one responds to this update, I'll probably take the post down in a few months. I'm really into eliminating unnecessary work for myself. Elayna

Below is all my fiction, in alphabetical order, with series in chronological order. Links are to my Livejournal for newer fiction, and to my website for older. Almost all of my fiction is slash, rated NC-17, and intended for adult readers. If you come across any bad links or other glitches, please leave me a comment. Happy reading!

Live Free or Die Hard fiction )

Hawaii Five-O fiction )

Hawaii Five-O/Sentinel fusion )

Hawaii Five-O/Stargate: Atlantis crossover )

Hawaii Five-O/Three Rivers crossover )

Merlin fiction )

Queer As Folk USA fiction )

Pirates of the Caribbean fiction )

Stargate: Atlantis fiction )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace/Stargate: SG-1 crossover series )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace standalone fiction )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace series or fics with sequels )

One shots for Glee, Harry Potter, Reaper/Supernatural, Smallville, Star Trek XI and Stargate SG1 )
elayna: (Default)
Below is all my fiction, in alphabetical order, with series in chronological order. Links are to my Livejournal for newer fiction, and to my website for older, but I'll be changing all of them to AO3. Almost all of my fiction is slash, rated NC-17, and intended for adult readers. If you come across any bad links or other glitches, please leave me a comment. Happy reading!

Live Free or Die Hard fiction )

Hawaii Five-O fiction )

Hawaii Five-O/Sentinel fusion )

Hawaii Five-O/Stargate: Atlantis crossover )

Hawaii Five-O/Three Rivers crossover )

Merlin fiction )

Queer As Folk USA fiction )

Pirates of the Caribbean fiction )

Stargate: Atlantis fiction )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace/Stargate: SG-1 crossover series )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace standalone fiction )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace series or fics with sequels )

One shots for Glee, Harry Potter, Reaper/Supernatural, Smallville, Star Trek XI and Stargate SG1 )
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
TMI... So I discovered this week that if you spend 6-7 hours in a haze of short naps interspersed with vomiting or dry heaving, depending on whether you think you're done and decided to risk eating or drinking again, then when you recover from that haze, some basic functions, like laughing, coughing, and sneezing, will be incredibly painful because you will have strained your back muscles. In fact, they will be difficult to finish at all. Sneezus Interruptus.

I was really doing fine without this knowledge. Ignorance can be bliss.

I'm very grateful that I'm off tomorrow for a long weekend with friends and expect to do nothing more strenuous then maybe a stroll around the block. And some mild stretching.
elayna: (McShep So Close)
I think of fandom as being very liberal, which is of course, not entirely true, as fandom is a collection of many, diverse people, some of whom I know to be conservative. But it still surprises me, this group of people who constantly champion equality, when I run across one of those fics set in an AU where slavery, or sometimes indentured servitude by contract, is an established part of the culture. Sometimes it's BDSM, and of course always sexual, with a large amount of non-con. I keep expecting one of them to really deal with slavery as a cultural issue, and a bad thing, but I've never come across one. I mean, it's a bad thing for the slave, and sometimes the owner is accommodating to the slave, and recognizes it's not a great situation, but I keep thinking I'll see one where the slave and owner start a revolution, but no, the fic tends to focus on the relationship and the couple being happy and in love at the end, ownership status unchanged.

I haven't seen a ton, but enough that it seems to be its own little category. I have read a number of them, though tend to be frustrated, as the slave half of the OTP is usually OOC-meek, and the owner is occasionally a total douchebag. If it's too much, 'who are these characters?' I give up.

It is fiction, and fiction is fantasy, and does not necessarily reflect the author's desires. I don't read underage fics thinking that the writer is a pedophile, etc. But I have a hard time wrapping my head around this category. Fandom is so vehement about the flaws in this world, and then creates these worlds that are absolutely heinous. I just find it perplexing.

Weirdly, it's an inconsistency that makes me think of my work, where we regularly go through these personality tests, because we should all value different characteristics and use our awareness of them to work better together. I'm a gold in one, a perfectionist in another, an Introvert-something-something-something in another. And yet all our job opportunities list desirable qualities of confidence and a good sense of humor. I want a job opportunity that admits the need for a detail-oriented introvert who wants to be left alone to do her work. If we do actually value all these different types of people, occasionally we should want to hire one, right?

Some days it seems like there is nothing certain in life except inconsistency.
elayna: (Ewan)
Has anyone heard from Glass Houses? I'm pretty sure she lives in the area impacted by Harvey.
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
My 8 year old niece has been doing karate for several months now, I'm not sure how long.

Tonight she stretched out with her hands on my knees and started doing push ups... the kind where her hands came completely off my knees and she clapped them together each time.

I didn't know whether to be inspired or jealous. Both, I think.
elayna: (Sheppard from Vegas)
I may be a little liquid.

The niece and nephew spent the afternoon, playing with my Legos and on my devices. (I was not liquid then.)

At one point, my 8-year-old niece said, "Aquaman's tasty."

And I thought, I agree, but she seems a little young yet to bond over Jason Momoa's hotness. So I just questioned, "Aquaman's tasty?"

"I"m a shark," she said. Oh yes. She'd downloaded a game onto my Ipad where she's a shark eating various ocean creatures and people. She showed it to me once. It's kinda gruesome. My mom signed a permission slip when we were in grade school, that if we wanted to check out library books from the adult section, we could, 'cuz she figured that if we were old enough to want to read something, we were old enough to deal. So I reminded myself of this when she showed me how much she loved being a shark chomping people in two. Can I be less progressive than my mother in the 1970s? So now I know, Aquaman is in the game, and he's tasty.

We had family dinner at Dad's for Labor Day, with the BIL's parents and my brother's girlfriend also attending. Smokey and the Bandit came up, though now I don't recall how. Brother remembered it as Carroll O'Connor, to which I said a flat, "No," though Dad was the one to say, "Jackie Gleason." I said, "And Paul Williams," which was WRONG, he was in Smokey II and III, but not the original. But I did accurately remember Sally Field and Jerry Reed as the Snowman, which just made everyone look perplexed.

And I was the only one who remembered when Grandma "accidentally" bought the Cosmopolitan with the naked Burt Reynolds. For all that I feel like I was too young to regard Burt Reynolds as a sex symbol, only saw him as a comic actor, he seems to have much more of an impact on me than my older siblings. It's funny, what different memories people have and what small variations in age can make.

I'm still liquid but all the cats are in, so the flap is shut for the night, and I'm going to see if I can get my contacts out. And if I can't, yay for disposable.
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
I watched An American In Paris yesterday, which I had seen before, probably 20, maybe even 30 years ago. I did enjoy it very much again, but it's interesting (and a little depressing) to evaluate cultural history with a new mindset. There are things that I wish would have been done differently. And then I woke up with a slashy head canon tag scene, which made me very happy.

Do I need to get cut tag for spoilers for a 60 year old movie?  )

Anyway, it is miserably hot, though not quite as bad as yesterday, but fires are burning nearby, so the air quality is horrible. I think it's time to lie on the couch, enjoy the AC, and see what other classic movie I can re-evaluate.
elayna: (Ewan)
There's a Post Secret with Liam tonight, for my Liam fans -

https://postsecret.com/2017/09/02/classic-secrets-188/liam/#main

I think I actually would have heard Morgan Freeman, if I'd thought about it, but Liam's voice would definitely be a worthy selection.

randomness

Aug. 27th, 2017 11:22 am
elayna: (Sheppard from Vegas)
One more thing on the Scandinavian dancing... there was one fellow who superficially resembled the actor who plays Harrison Wells on The Flash. Same height, similar facial structure, glasses...Harrison having this secret hobby and everyone discovering and Cisco saying something pithy about how nice his calves looked in his knee-high socks, kinda amusing. Though I suppose that would be a better hobby for the "HR" version.

My sister and her family and the in-laws all drove up to a relative in Oregon and saw the totality of the eclipse. I just went to our quad at work, where quite a few people had gathered. It felt quite festive, people with glasses and different home made viewers, including one using an oatmeal carton. I thought a bit about how people in the Pegasus galaxy might interpret eclipses, or the team on another planet when it just happened to have an eclipse, that was entertaining.

I went shopping at the mall on Friday and checked out the Disney store. I was quite pleased to see a collection of Jedi figures, including Qui-Gon. Disney hasn't forgotten the prequels! Admittedly, the prequels were flawed, but they gave me Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan and I shall always love them for that alone. I was tempted to get the collection, though I still have several Qui-Gon figurines from 1999, but the Obi-Wan was old Ben.

I managed to get my artwork rehung in my bedroom yesterday. Finally almost completely done with the painting and aftermath! Two things are staying down, and I think will go to the Escapade swap table, and I found a dragon print I rehung and a Karen River original that I never properly framed. I'm taking it the next time the frame store has a sale and then will hang it. Good to be getting things done.
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
Anyone else watching Manhunt: The Unabomber? I remember the Unabomber well, though I didn't feel personally threatened by him and just glanced at headlines about him. But I was ready for a new show, and Paul Bettany! He's always good. I do find the intensity and tedium of the FBI efforts interesting. I'm so used to shows like Criminal Minds, where the profilers rattle off a couple of facts, and Garcia plugs it into her connected databases, and voila! Five minutes later, she has the name of the villain. To see months and months of painstaking forensics is a good reality check.

more specific spoilers )
elayna: (McShep So Close)
I went to a Scandinavian festival this morning, which seemed bad timing given the recent events in this country. Can you get more white than a Scandinavian festival? But I've been trying to get myself to do more new things, and it was in my neighborhood, on my way home from buying a new tub spigot at Home Depot. I ate Swedish meatballs and Swedish pancakes and watched some Scandinavian dancing, which reminded me of Regency or square dancing, with people changing from dancing with their partner, to clusters of four, to the entire group all swirling in unison.

I thought briefly of a Regency party, but then my brain went to my recent Quinn/Ben fic, and Horton hiring Ben to attend his celebrity parties, and chat up the wallflower ladies, and dance with them, while Quinn is an honored guest and lionized. After everyone had left, the musicians would stop their packing up, and play one more song so that Quinn and Ben could dance together.

Which is not really much of a fic. I just like the thought of Quinn and Ben in tuxes dancing together.

Speaking of bunnies, I watched the 1946 version of Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None. These strangers are invited to a house party on a deserted island. Every two bedrooms in this mansion share a bathroom in between, so these people who have just met are knocking on the door to let the other person know that the room is now available. Doesn't that scream fanfic? I think John and Rodney, with at some point, Rodney banging on the door and insulting how long John takes on his hair. Only not with that particular story, which has a lot of paranoia, distrust, and people being murdered. Interesting, but not something to rewrite. A happy house party on a deserted island with total strangers who bicker and fall in love and have sex in a big four poster bed.
elayna: (Ewan)
I feel very satisfied and blasphemous and like my brain is in good bunny order.

I ramble about house and painting and purging and STUFF. )

I ramble about Matt and John. )

I ramble about Ben and Quinn. )

Anyway, I still need to re-hang pictures. I'm going to move them around, I need to contemplate arrangements. And I'm purging a few pictures too, go me.
elayna: (Die Hard John-Matt)
A friend and I saw Valerian And the City of A Thousand Planets on Saturday. I thought it was very interesting and enjoyed watching it, though find myself nitpicking more at it.

spoilers, good and bad )
elayna: (Default)
Friendship... sometimes it's not the perfect blendship.

Cut tagged for rambling history )

I need to load more icons to my DW. I don't have my 'sigh' icon.
elayna: (Sheppard from Vegas)
It's the last day of my vacation-staycation-weekend.

I went to the State Fair on Tuesday afternoon, and did a quick skim through the various exhibits and the animal barn, had some bad fair food, then saw the Queen cover band, Queen Nation. I've been wanting to see them for a couple of years, but they are usually scheduled for Con*Strict weekend. I did enjoy them, and the crowd singing, but the lead fellow just didn't have a voice as good as Freddie Mercury's. Good to have achieved; don't need to repeat.

I had dinner with one friend on Tuesday at the Old Spaghetti Factory (we both love the mizithra cheese), tea with a group of friends on Thursday afternoon, and dinner at another friend's house on Friday, with the old Whovian gang. It's been good to see people.

I have not done as much as it feels like I could have done, but I've made an effort to be relaxed and not overdo, so I will be happy that I stuck to that promise. I have the sheetrock repair scheduled, which I have been ignoring for several years now, so I'm going to call that a win.

Writing is strange, isn't it? Saturday afternoon, I had that, I'm not going to finish anything significant in the house/chores realm, so I might as well write on this print-out of the second half of The Prequel that I've been carrying around for a couple of months now. I read it over, polished some sentences, added a few here and there, and typed in the changes. It's at 11,848 words, at least halfway through, and I'm very vague about what should happen in the rest of the fic. So I looked at the Qui/Obi I wrote recently, which was 3,600 words, and written in a day and a half. Why can't I do that all the time? Why do some stories take so long?

Did you ever have a time where you kinda drew a line in the sand with a friend, and the friend's reaction was basically, "Okay," and on one hand, you were grateful not to get into a big argument over something that stressed you a lot, but on the other hand, there was a sense of... Huh. I think I wish she'd cared enough to make a token effort to argue. She didn't. I handled that on Friday and still feel unsettled by it.

But one more fun thing today, meeting up with friends to see The Mousetrap. I saw it, several decades ago. I do remember Who Done It, but little else. It'll be good to see it again.
elayna: (Default)
New Cat already has a new name - Lap Cat.

I was even sitting with one foot tucked under me and had to adjust because my foot was falling asleep. Usually when an animal is on my lap and I shift, that animal gets huffy and leaps off. But no, Lap Cat adjusted with me. Whenever I need him to get off, he demonstrates that magical ability where a cat becomes boneless and weighs 10 more pounds. He has the lap now and he is not surrendering it!
elayna: (McKay omg squee)
I got home from Nevada yesterday, had an excellent time at Con*Strict. A few of the regulars were missing, but it was good to see everyone else, and meet the one new attendee.

I love the pool in the morning, a chance to get some exercise and splash about before it gets too hot, so the morning swimming group was quite pleasant.

Had some good meals out, though the Japanese Steakhouse on Friday night was disappointing. We've eaten there several times, but they were definitely having a bad night. I think it took at least half an hour for everyone to get their meals, and they gave up by the time they finally reached Emu's, just bringing it out in a takeaway bag. But the Greek place, the Tavern Parkway, the World of Beer, and of course, breakfast at the Sunset Station, all yum. The Belching Beaver Peanut Butter Milk Stout at the Tavern, quite tasty.

Panels were interesting with many thoughtful comments, though also some fascinating differences in how people saw shows and certain characters. Wonder Woman made everyone happy.

Nine of us saw Spiderman on Saturday night, and everyone enjoyed it. I was very pleased that they skipped redoing the origin story, that Peter was so geeky and real, and that the villain was quite unique and more of a normal guy. Four people also saw Baby Driver and gave it two thumbs up.

I brought things, of course, as I always do, writing my thank you notes was the plan. I always think I will accomplish things in the downtime. Nope. I'm always tired and accomplish nothing useful. But I did bring my sneakers, as I always do, except this time, for the first time, I did make it to the tiny gym and treadmill twice. Working on being healthier, yay.

The flight attendant on the return home was a little disconcerting. I asked if the flight was full, and she said, "It is full. F. U. El. El." Then laughed, "Someone pointed out I shouldn't say it that way, someone might take it wrong." And started repeating it to the person coming in behind me. Very strange.

I walked out of the airport when I got home and into 90ish degree heat and was so happy. It feels so cool here compared to Nevada's 100s.

Three of the cats were in the living room waiting for me. New Cat didn't show until the evening. They're all happy I'm home.

I usually return to work on Tuesday but this time I took the rest of this week off. I think picturing that co-worker stressing because her family was going to the resort when it was supposed to rain (it didn't - they had a great time in the sun) and thinking about lounging and drinking hot chocolate infected me, and I felt like a break. I have a few things I'd like to accomplish, but I also intend to do some relaxing. Staycation, yay!
elayna: (Default)
I'm at Con*Strict. I went to the pool this morning at 7:00. Katbear was already swimming. Three people were by the pool, fully dressed. A white guy and gal were standing by a small table and a black guy was sitting in one of the chairs, his head buried in his hands, in a distressed fashion. The other two seemed to be encouraging him and got him to stand up and they all left.

I got slowly into the pool and commented to Katbear that it was very strange to see fully dressed people at the pool in the morning, she said that a few minutes before, a fellow had run by the fence that outlines the pool area, yelling, "Don't touch me!" So all kinds of weird happenings at way too early in the morning to be anything but barely functional to my mind.

IDK why, I want to bunny all that in some way, though nothing about it seemed cheerful or sexy. Maybe just the concept of things happening through the night?

Sometimes I get bunnies developed at cons, being around people talking about fanfic is inspirational. But other times I need too much of my brain just to get through the day. Staying social takes attention for me. So we shall see. But I want to keep this memory to think more about it.
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
I was sorry and weirdly guilty to see that the actor who played Shinwell Johnson on Elementary passed away unexpectedly at the age of 39 for issues relating to heart failure.

I hadn't liked how the character was used on the show. Joan would nag him, and he'd shrug, and do what he was going to do, and then Sherlock would nag Joan for believing in him. I do not watch crime procedurals for nagging.

I don't know why I felt weirdly guilty all season for not liking his character. Certainly many people online seem to vehemently hate many characters and will expound in great and gory detail on why they're horrible.

The articles on his death all mention how much his flamboyant character was loved on True Blood. I wish they'd had him play a similar character on Elementary, though I suppose he wouldn't have wanted to be typecast. I do have True Blood, but haven't watched it yet. Thinking of starting on it, Twin Peaks, and American Gods this summer, which is already halfway done.

RIP, Nelsan Ellis.
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