[sticky entry] Sticky: Fic master list

Mar. 14th, 2011 01:59 pm
ysobel: (attacked by a pencil scribble)
Here is a list of fic that I have written since 2005. The list is not guaranteed to be complete, and does not include snippets that were never officially published. Some pre-2005 work is still available; see the end for details.

This list does not include spoiler warnings, content warnings, or any other kind of warnings or tags. (This is not an attempt to be insensitive; rather, I haven't found a warning/tagging method that works for me, or that I have been able to maintain with any reliability.) I give word counts where I know it, and note remixes and crossovers, but that's it.

Fics are sorted by fandom, then by date (old to new).

My AO3 account (here) overlaps this list; not everything on AO3 is listed here, and not everything here is on AO3. One of these days I will get around to fixing that. Maybe.

fandoms: Buffy, Firefly, Harry Potter, Heroes, Lord of the Rings, Merlin, Numb3rs, Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Trek AOS, Star Wars TPM, Stargate SG-1, Supernatural, Vagrant Story, White Collar, X-Men (First Class), and misc )

This list is up to date as of May 3, 2015
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...they called and said they have absolutely no record of me having called in September. (And like an idiot I didn't write down the name of whoever I talked to. The very nice lady at the other end of the phone said that could send out a package that would arrive Saturday.

Said very nice lady called back a minute later to say they would bump it up to second day air because "I do believe we dropped the ball on this", and whether that translates to being nice to try to keep a customer or oh shit I found evidence that she did call, I don't care. So it'll be Thursday, and I only have two nights without.


(And theoretically I'm set up for auto ship, for real this time, but I won't be as complacent.)

Oh fuck it

Nov. 16th, 2015 04:37 pm
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So the overnight briefs I use come in boxes of 45. The company offers scheduled recurring deliveries. Last time I ordered, I went ahead and called them (yes it required talking to person, no way to set it up online) and asked for it to be shipped every 45 days.

I haven't had a shipping notification. so I checked. The call was 53 days ago.

They are in Illinois so currently closed. Meant to call earlier but forgot so I left a voicemail.

I have one left, which will be used tonight.

Priority overnight a) won't get here until Wednesday and b) costs $168.57

I am *fucked* and shaking and crying and I should have followed up sooner but I fucking trusted them and now I have nothing to use tomorrow night (well I have other brands but they don't have as much capacity) and I'm goddamn fucking pissed off

And they're probably going to say it got entered as 45 business days so is my fault or something.

ysobel: A sleeping kitten. (happy sleepy kitty)
One of the annoying things about my bed setup is that I can't add or remove anything (without waking up my roommate). The only change I can make is a remote-controlled fan that I can turn on or off. I can't even move blankets or sheets -- I have no kicking ability, and I can't really pull anything up or down.

Summer sleeping arrangement: Nightshirt, required because the slingstuff under me is not the most comfortable to be lying against all night. Non-flannel sheet, pulled up to waist height. Fan is frequently in use, but it's one of those things where if it's hitting my skin I'm cold and if it's not I'm too hot. If my hands get cold I can tuck them under the edge of the sheet.

Winter sleeping arrangement: Nightshirt. Sheet, preferably flannel, pulled up to top of chest; my arms come out the sides, and the top of the sheet fans out over upper arms as well as chest. Blanket to waist height, folded in half or sometimes quarters, heavy and solid and usually fuzzy-soft and pettable. Fan sometimes in use for short periods. Handmade wrist warmers on hands, fingerless to allow iPad interaction. If cold enough, things that are technically leg warmers go on my arms.

I love winter *so much more* omg. Largely for tactile reasons. I love the weight of the blanket. I love the *feel* of the blanket under my fingers. I love the cocoon feel of being as covered as possible.

It has finally gotten cold enough overnight to switch to winter arrangement. Most of you would laugh at what I call cold (it is California cold; lows right now are 40-50F, which is about 4-10C, and that's outside, not inside). But it is finally at the point where I will not overheat with blankets on, and I am so very happy.
ysobel: (fail)
have been fine for more then a week. happy, even, sometimes.

except I sorta had a depressive crash a few hours ago and now everything is woe and existential despair. and lots of self-hate because it's fun \o/ and I know I should fight it, but I don't have energy and anyway don't know how
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It is 4:30am and I have been awake for an hour.

Brains, yo. Brains are weird sometimes. During the day: "I'm tiiiiiired. Wanna sleeeeeep. Is it sleep time yet? No? Darn. How bout now?" Go to bed: "ooh, let's do stuff! Wait, I hafta sleep? Bo-ring." Middle of night: "hi I'm waking up now! Who cares that it’s 3:30am and its dark out and I haven't had enough sleep? Pfft I feel fiiiine." Next morning: "waaah I donwanna get up, I’m tiiiired, lemme sleep." ...right.
ysobel: (om nom nom)
Had a nice bday dinner today (birthday isn’t until Wednesday but my dad’s going out of town). Good cocktail, good food, good dessert. (And sane parents. Cough.)

I am full and happy and maybe a wee bit tipsy and all is well.

ETA: that dessert, yo. This is a restaurant it of “my” price range but in my dad's, and they have a daily bread pudding. Tonight’s was dark chocolate and almond. Bliss.

Not that the dinner wasn’t also awesome (Scottish salmon with golden beets, fingerling potatoes, watercress, mumble) but I keep getting burps of the bread pudding plus the sips I stole of my dad's brandy. Bliiiiiiiissssss.

Also I seem to have joined snapchat.
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Happy November? I guess?

This post brought to you by "why am I awake, I thought the cpap was supposed to fix sleep issues" and the letters W, T, and F.

A cat poem

Oct. 31st, 2015 10:49 am
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My cat
Is a stealth

She generally likes to be
Near but separate
Sitting on a cat tower
Or an unoccupied couch arm
In the same room as her people
And purring

But sometimes
If I am awake at the right time
I am aware of the foot of my bed shifting
And a cat-weight settling
At my feet

I can't see her but
I can feel the warmth and weight
On the arch of my left foot
And if I stretch my toes I can touch her
But I do not, because we have
An unspoken agreement
That neither of us ever admits
She is there

It would not do, after all,
To ruin her aloof image


Oct. 30th, 2015 03:53 pm
ysobel: Yuletide status is: Flanick (yuletide)
Assignments have gone out!

...mine is a wonderful assignment and a wonderful letter that I had flagged for possible treatage; I am bearsing a little about canon review, but I have time and stuffs and *excited flail*
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My brain's Inner Critic (fueled by brainweasels!) is on a complete and utter rampage tonight.

I have a friend visiting overnight; our sleeping schedules are wildly different (right now I tend to go to bed 8ish and get up 9 or 10, she is more 3am to 3pm), and while I have no problems with her end of this mismatch, mine makes me the Worst Host Ever.

I did not make any progress on crochet stuff this weekend, which makes me the Worst "Crafter" Ever and also the Worst Aunt Ever because my current projects are all for niecelet.

I got cranky at my aide (who is not the sharpest lightbulb in the box of hammers) and am therefore somehow the Worst Disabled Person Ever.

Plus I keep whining about shit like this and no one wants to hear this sort of thing no one is going to want to put up with me why can't i fucking behave like a good girl and stop having these stupid emotions and failures and I am so unbelievably lazy and cluttered/disorganized and stupid (not in the low iq sense but in the not using your potential) and AUGH

(Sometimes I feel like, if they did brain surgery on me, I would have oozy black sludge all sloshing around in there)

And then. THEN.

So I have cpap. Cpap is good. It does not help me get to sleep but it does improve the quality of sleep that I get.

Tonight, in addition to inexplicable nausea (for which I nommed some ultra yummy pepto bismol), I was getting mild claustrophobia from the mask/air, which never happened before. Mind, I have worn the mask all night every night since getting it, and the insurance only requires four hours a night for 2/3 of the nights in the first month (but of course I rarely have the option of having it on for only part of a night; usually it's either on or it's off and it stays whichever way from the time I go to bed to the time I get up), and so it’s not like I would be shot at dawn for skipping even a whole night. (Current strategy was to have friend-who-is-staying come shut it off, claw the mask off my face, and have her come back in an hour so I can decide whether to try it again or leave it off.)

...but even taking it off for an hour feels like failing or giving up or something. Because brainweasels and perfectionism.
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Elsesite, someone mentioned having free Kindle erotica, then said "Let me clarify that: erotica from the Kindle store, not erotica focused on Kindles."

So, naturally, I had to do this:

"I stroked one finger in circles around the little nub, teasing, not putting pressure where she wanted me to ... my other hand caressed her spine, making her shiver under my touch ... at length I gave in to her longings and pressed down on the power button, and her screen lit up with ecstasy ..."
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Dear Yuletide person:

Hi! I am ridiculously happy you are writing for me :D You probably don't know me, so here's some info on what I like and don't like when it comes to exchange fic.

General preferences )

Requested Fandoms: Into the Woods (play), Glitch, Windrose Chronicles, The Little Mermaid (Disney) )

Please note: I am firmly in the camp of "optional details are OPTIONAL". Some writers find unspecified "any" requests to be vague and scary, so I wanted to provide at least some info if useful. I am in no way implying that these are the only topics that will make me happy. Any of the requested fandoms will be equally awesome; anything you chose to write, regardless of whether or not I've mentioned it, will be equally awesome.

So perhaps most important, write something you enjoy!
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Today is Yahtzee’s birthday! (So is tomorrow -- there is uncertainty about whether he came out on the 16th or the 17th, so I go with both.) He is an elegant, dignified--


-- oh, I give up.

Anyway. He’s 6. All grown up and--

--never mind ::snicker::

Happy birthday, Y-pup!

Poem: moods

Oct. 8th, 2015 09:33 pm
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Content warning for self-harm and images of injury

Read more... )
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Trying to decide whether to do NaNo this year.

Pro: I would be likely to get something written; I would have a last gasp chance at not failing GYWO; and if I actually do some prep work in October I might manage to even get a novel out.

Con: I don't need more pressure on myself; November is always busy; doing NaNo would reduce my crochet output (which is already abysmal); I can't really type and don't have a good dictation setup yet so I'd be doing it entirely by ipad, which always makes writing slow.

I want to be a writer; I miss writing. But it's just way too awkward, and I don't know if it's how I want to spend my spoons right now.


(But otoh, if I get plot and characters set up, and break it down into 30 chapters, that's only one chapter per day; easy, right?)
ysobel: A sad-looking kitten (sad)
I am craving knitting -- but knitting as I used to be able to do it, when I had enough mobility to bring my hands together. I don't know whether the knitting I can do now would satisfy the craving or just frustrate me. (Last I tried, and it's been a while, I could produce knitted fabric but the process was slow and awkward and didn't feel the same.)

I am craving cross-stitch, and the soothing repetitive meditation of pulling needle and floss through fabric; but that too requires mobility I don't have, to separate and align floss threads and to thread the needle and to hold the needle and to get it to the correct spot and to pull it through to the length of the thread. Maybe, possibly, if I had the right equipment, something to thread needles for me (which probably exists) and something that could clamp to the table and hold the frame securely for me while allowing different angles and full 360° rotation (which probably doesn't), maaaaybe then I could use tweezers to get the needle in and through, but for now it's pretty much impossible.

I am craving coloring, but that too requires movement -- if my right hand holds a pencil as if to write, the writing (or coloring) surface has to be pretty much vertical between my hand and my stomach, which means I can't see the surface of the paper because it is edge-on. This is the easiest of the three to "fix", because all I need is a way to extend the effective length of my pencils / markers / crayons so that the tip can reach a desk surface even if my hand can't -- and I do have that, but I lack the horizontal space to spread out, to put everything where I can reach it and also have a place to put what I am coloring on. Flat surfaces get eaten up quickly, because there are few places that I can put things and still reach them.

I really hate my body right now.
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dear self:

respecting your own limits is not laziness

self-compassion is not weakness

lack of productivity is not failure

fatigue is not your fault

you have nothing to prove

you are sufficient as you are

love, me
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*sung-mumbled to an unnamed (and probably of problematic origin) perky children's song that's in my head but can't place*

Ohhhhhh... I feel like crap and wanna cry,
Or poke somebody in the eye,
Or eat a whole darn apple pie...
Gosh, I love my prednisone!

...and song number two...

Oh prednisone, oh prednisone,
How fucked-up are your side-effects!
You make my mood go here and there
And make me sweat, like, everywhere
Oh prednisone, oh prednisone,
How fucked-up are your side-effects!

Oh prednisone, oh prednisone,
I really dislike taking you
The anti-inflammation's great
But all the rest is cause for hate
Oh prednisone, oh prednisone,
I really dislike taking you

Oh prednisone, oh prednisone,
I can't wait til I'm done with this
You taste like shit, and what's more wrong
You made me filk this stupid song
Oh prednisone, oh prednisone,
I can't wait til I'm done with this
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Health update: still hate side effects. Hard to tell if the flare up is behaving, because it was a lot quieter while I was on the burst of prednisone but now that I'm tapering it's getting cranky again. I think the low-level adrenaline rush type feeling is the antibiotic, not the prednisone, just based in when it's kicking in, but I don't know which to blame for the lack of concentration or the extreme jitteriness.

At least I got a round of crochet done today. Woo.

(Also took Yahtzee for a nice long walk, figuring that I was going to be hot and sweaty and uncomfortable regardless of where I was, and so I might as well be hot and sweaty and uncomfortable and getting him some exercise. And sniffing. Sniffing is a very important part of his leisure walks. I think he was not displeased by the plan.)

Duolingo update: 300 day streak ftw. Mostly German -- I tried poking idly at French for a while but everything sounds the same D: (not *literally* everything of course, but it takes some adjusting to), and I will hop on Russian once they release it to beta

Yuletide update: I can only think of two things to request, one of which is sort of my "I request this a lot because I can never get enough" repeats. I might nom the two fandoms (and relevant characters) just so they're there, but I don't know whether I'll be signing up. Which feels odd. Otoh, I haven't been writing much anyway, and I should probably drop out of GYWO for this year since I was already way behind and haven't made any progress in months, but there is always the possibility of Yuletide-fueled catching up.


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