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starfish... thanks to Nestra. Lanning's "True Colors" was one of (maybe the) first fics I can remember reading waaaay back when. I still think things like "Did you know we could DO that?" and "Obviously I'm going to be disappointing my mother" and "I dabble a little in English." Star Trek was my first fandom, where I learned that fandom was a thing, but Sports Night was my first FIC fandom, and oh my goodness how it changed my life.
But that's not what this post was going to be about. (It is, perhaps, theoretically more interesting, but I digress. As usual.)
Chaz slept over last night, his alarm has now gone off four times and he's still not up. We were going to take his old car to the guy who said he'd buy it for parts (my regular mechanic) but it seems like the garage is closed for the day. But! We can still go to the dealership and pick up my old car for him to drive.
Relatedly, is there a good way to get bumper stickers off a car without scraping? I had a bunch of knitting-related ones that I doubt he wants. I think I have some Goo-Gone somewhere.
Other stuff:
My Twitter handle is Honestly Still Mad About Endgame, and somebody posted a set of photos of the screener package (if that's the right term) that got sent out for Oscar consideration and I just. Do all movies nominate themselves for every fucking award there is? The list seemed egregious, is what I'm saying. Also there was a pic of Steve & Peggy that looked extremely CGI'd, and it made me grrrrr.
I'm still working on a Steve/Bucky fic, if by "working on" you mean keeping the GDoc open in a tab and using driving-time, shower-time, and going-to-sleep-time to brainstorm ideas for how to get them from point C to the end ... the problem is Bucky is my boo, and I don't want to hurt him, and yet it needs to have happened in order to get him where we are going. Is is legal to do it all via half-remembered flashbacks and vague impressions? Gah. "Show, don't Tell" is all very well and good until somebody loses an arm.
Anyway, Chaz is up so I'm'a hit Post. Happy Leftovers Day!
But that's not what this post was going to be about. (It is, perhaps, theoretically more interesting, but I digress. As usual.)
Chaz slept over last night, his alarm has now gone off four times and he's still not up. We were going to take his old car to the guy who said he'd buy it for parts (my regular mechanic) but it seems like the garage is closed for the day. But! We can still go to the dealership and pick up my old car for him to drive.
Relatedly, is there a good way to get bumper stickers off a car without scraping? I had a bunch of knitting-related ones that I doubt he wants. I think I have some Goo-Gone somewhere.
Other stuff:
My Twitter handle is Honestly Still Mad About Endgame, and somebody posted a set of photos of the screener package (if that's the right term) that got sent out for Oscar consideration and I just. Do all movies nominate themselves for every fucking award there is? The list seemed egregious, is what I'm saying. Also there was a pic of Steve & Peggy that looked extremely CGI'd, and it made me grrrrr.
I'm still working on a Steve/Bucky fic, if by "working on" you mean keeping the GDoc open in a tab and using driving-time, shower-time, and going-to-sleep-time to brainstorm ideas for how to get them from point C to the end ... the problem is Bucky is my boo, and I don't want to hurt him, and yet it needs to have happened in order to get him where we are going. Is is legal to do it all via half-remembered flashbacks and vague impressions? Gah. "Show, don't Tell" is all very well and good until somebody loses an arm.
Anyway, Chaz is up so I'm'a hit Post. Happy Leftovers Day!
