A Safe Space for Moogles

So, saw Avengers on Saturday. If you heard high-pitched, incoherent squealing that night, it was me. SPOILER WARNINGS BEHIND CUT.

( Thots. )

Anyone know where I can find some screencaps? I think I need some Avengers icons.

Dear people who voted to enshrine bigotry in their state constitution and strip families of vital protection in North Carolina,

Well, bless your heart.

Hurry up and go the way of the dodo already,
Moogle

-ON A RELATED NOTE-

Dear President Obama,

I'm giving you a hug right now. Can you feel it? Massive. Hug.

Thank you,
Moogle

Okay, flist! You all advised me well when I was considering buying a netbook/tablet, and now I am the proud owner of a Slider! :D

(This one actually works. So far.)

While my new toy and I are getting to know each other (and that's another thing, it needs a name!) anyone else want to weigh in on Essential Tablet Apps for the Enterprising Moogle? So far I've just got Pandora and Twicca, and I'm a little overwhelmed. XD First on my list is a reliable IM chat client, preferably one that saves your chat history/transcripts/kumquat.

(Am listening to Pandora on it while I do other stuff on Mooglemac. My techno-empire is expanding!)

I read something... somewhere (I'm sure it was linked on Twitter) that said that some writers are afraid to let anything bad happen to their characters. I think that's a valid criticism for me. I do a lot of fixit. *sheepish*

But I don't want to just throw a problem at my characters for the sake of it. "It Was All Just A Big Misunderstanding" plots annoy me and I don't want to fall into cliche traps, either.

*stares at stories* *staaaaaaaaaaaaaares*

The blinking cursor, it mocks me.

Yes, again. XD These are from navigatorsghost.

( You know the drill. )

I vidded again. G1 this time. The clips are all different sizes and I couldn't figure out how to fix it. I need one of those 'For Dummies' books.

Bots Got Big Balls!

So, yes. You may blame Triad for this.

Two of which she started. XD

Your character is now in a videogame! What's their little waiting, idle-time animation, while they wait for you to put down the phone or finish that sandwich you've just been handed?

My answer: when Roddy's poofed into a video game, his idle animation will be driving at high speeds all over the screen, leaving little random trackmarks behind him and occasionally going WHOO.

Meme #2:

Make a list of five characters in no particular order, numbered one to five. Then and ONLY then click on the link and answer how character one would react to situation one, character two to situation two and so on.

( Don't peek! )

Here are my characters, and my answers:

Autobot!Sunstar
Fluffiroth
Wigglies
Cygnus
Laramie

( Five situations. )

Aaaand meme #3 is one of those 7 Random Questions things. Didn't it used to be 5? XD

( She asked, I answered. )

Technology and me aren't getting along lately.

I finally got off my ass and asked for a cable box for my room. The first issue with that is that my roommate had to drill a hole in my wall to get the cable in. -_- But after that was done the cable box still wouldn't activate. I'm going to have to call tech support (like a mf'ing grownup!) tomorrow. Too worn out and grumpy to deal with it today.

And I also got my new tablet today, and.... typically, it won't charge. *throws up hands* I got it refurbished off Amazon, so I don't know what my options are as far as getting it repaired or something. If I just dropped over $500 on a paperweight I'm going to ragequit life.

*sobs quietly*

Stolen from (lj)dark_puck:

Make a list of all the characters in your icons. (Although you may have more than one icon of a single character, they only go on the list once.) Alphabetize it. Take the first two people on the list; that's your first pairing. Second two people; second pairing, etc. Treat us to some commentary once you're done.

I used the icons from my IJ account, 'cause there's less of them. XD

( Oh god whut. )

I may have mentioned this on Twitter a while back, buuut - Adventuresome Coworker is organizing a bunch of her friends into a Superhero Cosplay Group for Halloween, and - well, I could blame it all on her, but the fact is she blurted out I could go as She-Ra and I exploded with glee. I have nobody but myself to blame. So apparently I have seven months to put together a She-Ra costume. Which sounds like a long time, but I'm thinking I'm going to need every day of it. XD

(She-Ra = kind of my childhood hero. I mean like All Of Five Years Old childhood hero. Long before I was all about Trini. ....It was probably for the best that my 'boyfriend' at the time and I didn't know He-Man and She-Ra were twins.)

For reference, this is what she looks like. I'm thinking an overbust corset for the top part (because God knows me + spandex = BAD IDEA), and the gold bits could probably be done with craft foam and paint, but I have nooooo idea what I'm going to do about the sword. And if I have time I'd love to make a Swiftwind purse. (That's her horse. I used to have a toy of him, though he was pink plastic.)

Also? This She-Ra will be wearing flats, kthx.

(When is She-Ra going to get a reboot, dammit? That would be wicked awesome. Although with my luck Michael Bay would get ahold of her.)

Deconstruction: The Subversive Power Of Slash Fanfic

Specifically, the part about "Gandalf's Daughter". I've decided to no longer be ashamed about my impulse to create a self-insert character for every damn series I watch (or read or play for that matter).

Mood: Antisocial and sulky.
Drive to write, draw, or even just blather on my blogs: Nonexistent.
Issues: myriad, but truly too stupid to talk about.

*goes back to curled up in a sulk*

So I usually go over to my parents' house for dinner on Wednesday nights, but I'm still coughing and kinda bleh so I elected to skip it tonight. Turns out that was a bad idea.

Picture this: it's dark. It's raining. I'm coming home from a boring shift at work. I pull into the driveway and someone pulls in behind me; all I can see are headlights. Thinking it's one of my housemates, I pull in further, but they don't move. I get out of the car and - though it's hard to hear over the other car's engine and the rain - I think I hear a voice, so I look over and there's someone's head sticking out of the car. This is the part where all you horror movie aficionados are screaming DON'T GO IN THERE YOU FOOL: I approach the van.

At this point I'm thinking, someone needs to ask for directions, but lo and behold, it's Ex-Housemate, who was kicked out several months ago for issues pertaining to Not Paying Rent! He wants to know if Landlady has said anything about a security deposit he believes he is owed, accuses her of calling the cops just for knocking on her door, implies she is a Crazy Bitch, etc. I tell him that I don't know anything about it and that I can't help him. He repeats his rant, as if that will make me suddenly remember I have his security deposit in my back pocket. "I can't help you," I repeat. "Just watch out for her," he says, "because," repeat. "I'll be careful," I say, and Walk The Hell Away because Oh My God Augh.

I was kind of praying Landlady wasn't home or wasn't paying attention, but the second I get in the door she says, "I am so sorry." And then she informs me that yes, she called the cops because he knocked on her door... for thirty minutes. After several days of harrassing phone calls. And apparently he was lying in wait for me to get home so he could grill me about this.

I just. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH.

The cops have a statement now, so hopefully that will be enough. And I'm keeping that door locked and bolted from now on. I just have to wonder if he would've still been there to ambush me if I'd come home at ten-ish like I usually do on Wednesdays.

Okay! Now that I'm all caught up on TF:Prime...

England was awesome. I haven't posted about it 'til now because I've been sick (still coughing, before you ask, but otherwise okay), but - yeah. Mostly 'Boots and I just wandered around a bit, nommed traditional nom (treacle sponge pudding with custard, zomg), and were Very Very Silly together. There was some historical-type tourism in London, during which 'Boots and her dad took great delight in pointing out all the buildings that were older than my entire country. As I was kind of running at the nose at the time, my most coherent answer was *pthhhbt.*

Can't wait to go back. <33333

Apparently dried lavender burns like a motherfucker.

That is all.

Untitled, Magnus/Hot Rod, bondage and related funtiems. In my mind it's set post-S3, but you could read it as pre-Movie if you wanted.

Crowley and Aziraphale Find the Clitoris, Crowley/Az, genderswap. Rather silly.

Both links go to DW.

And with that, lovelies, I'm off to England for a week to see my deepbluesquee, and internet access will be sporadic at best. Don't expect to hear from me until Saturday the 18th at the earliest.

Today? Sucked. A lot of little things went wrong, some of which were my fault, some sick animals, some bodily fluids... oh yeah, and a puppy died during her spay procedure.

Eleven slagsucking months old. Anaphylactic shock. Fuck the world, man.

*throws self on floor, has a minor tantrum, curls up and sniffles* Someone cheer me up?

So I've been seized with the urge to kitbash: specifically, to kitbash small girl dolls into various fanchars. (Because there will be at least one toy of my stupid little self-inserts in existence, and they will be MINE ALL MINE.) Think what Wayward does with the Polly Pockets, only likely with a lot more fail.

Problem with Polly Pockets: 1), all of them have these HI I AM ON BUTTLOADS OF UPPERS RITE NAO expressions on their faces which kind of scare me, and 2) I want the kind with bendable elbows, which seem to have been phased out of existence. I can't even find them on Ebay.

And all the other dolls of the proper size are frankly kind of terrifying. LaLaLoopsy? Yeah, I don't want the Coraline versions of my girls. Other Mother can keep her slagging claws off. And the less said about Bratz the better.

(I kind of wish Monster High would make small versions. I don't think they'd work for what I have in mind, but man that'd be cute.)

Enh. I could always do amigurumi, I guess. Small amigurumi. It'd probably be easier.