Canon Divergence: Chapter 5

Jul. 17th, 2017 10:21 am
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A District Upside Down: The War (41174 words) by lorata
Chapters: 5/15
Fandom: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Brutus (Hunger Games), Lyme (Hunger Games), Victors (Hunger Games), Alma Coin, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Coriolanus Snow
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, District 2, District 13, Careers (Hunger Games), Victors, Mentors, War, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Series: Part 2 of My World's On Fire (How 'Bout Yours?): District 2 at War
Chapter Summary: Brutus and the ex-PK squad finally get the go-ahead to try to rescue the missing Victors. Meanwhile, it's finally Lyme's turn for a paradigm shift.

Chapter 5 )

Happy 48th anniversary...

Jul. 16th, 2017 01:04 pm
luscious_purple: Star Wars Against Hate (Star Wars Against Hate)
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... of the Apollo 11 launch!

More later, maybe.

Wonder Woman: Antiope

Jul. 9th, 2017 06:33 pm
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she painted her cheeks with blood (1457 words) by lorata
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wonder Woman (2017)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Antiope (Wonder Woman), Hippolyta (Wonder Woman), Diana (Wonder Woman)
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Backstory, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Violence, War, Storytelling, Mythology - Freeform
Summary:
Once, Diana asks Antiope what she knows of men. Or: For every story Diana has heard, there are a thousand she has not.

Click for badass warrior ladies and small bb Diana )

Memories of Expo 67

Jul. 7th, 2017 09:23 pm
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For those who were wondering about Expo 67, 50 years ago this month....

My family drove up from Massachusetts to Montreal. By this time, the family car would have been a 1965 Dodge Polara, sort of an off-white eggshell color. I have no idea which roads we took, but the trip seemed to take all day, and we got to Montreal in the late afternoon. My mother tried to teach me a bit of French; I was fascinated that the red stop signs said "Arrêt" and the exit signs said "Sortie." Since I had been reading everything I could find in advance of Expo 67 -- and even though I was only 7 1/2, that was a lot! -- I could recognize the huge geodesic dome of the U.S. pavilion off in the distance, but my Dad could not figure out how to get any closer to it. I remember saying, "Daddy, I think you missed the sortie."

We pulled over to the side of the highway and Dad pored over the map. A car pulled up behind us and a man got out and walked up to our car. He asked us whether we had any hotel reservations, and when my parents said no, he said, "You aren't going to find any." He introduced himself as a Mr. Dalton, pulled out his government ID and said that he was a Quebec government official and he and his wife were letting tourists stay in their home. So we followed him to his house, which had a facade made of randomly shaped blocks of white stone. The house seemed magnificent to me, especially because the street was also named Dalton. I have no idea how much my parents paid for us to stay in their spare bedroom, breakfast included.

We spent two or three days at the Expo. I remember HUGE crowds everywhere. At one point my mother and I waited 45 minutes in line to use the ladies' room. Forty-five minutes' wait to PEE!!!! I remember going up the escalator in the U.S. pavilion, which was said to be the longest escalator in the world. (I suspect the ones now at the Wheaton Metro station are longer.) I remember turning up my nose at the tuna-fish sandwiches my mother had packed for me in a cooler; I wanted fresh French fries, while my parents had a "buffalo burger." A parade for the 20-millionth visitor to the exposition passed by us.

I remember riding on an antique carousel in the amusement-park section, La Ronde. I was terrified, because instead of the vertical pole right in front of the saddle, the only place for me to hang on was a tiny little T-shaped handle to the right of the horse's mane. I remember spending my carefully saved-up allowance on an Expo 67 tote bag and a little flag with the "Man and His World" logo. I remember that I'd fall asleep in the back seat of the car on the way back to Mr. Dalton's house, but I would wake up when the car stopped at a gas station or something and my mother (whose grandparents were all born in the St. Lawrence River valley) would be translating directions for my father, who didn't speak a word of French, couldn't read the signs and kept getting lost.

On the last afternoon we were there, my mother declared that her feet hurt and parked herself on a spot of grass in the shade of a tree. My Dad took me to La Ronde, where we rode the Gyrotron, which I'd read about, probably in Life magazine. (An image of its exterior is here.) It was the first time I'd been on a ride with little moving cars that never quite stopped, even though this is quite normal now in the big theme parks. The first building was filled with a space motif, and it was my first encounter with black light -- I laughed at how my white ankle socks and the white parts of Dad's print shirt glowed eerily. Then the moving car took us back outside and down into the bowels of a fake volcano, where we were "eaten" by a big red monster at the end. I'm not sure what the combination of the two scenarios was supposed to convey, but I was thrilled anyway.

I wanted to take my mother on the Gyrotron, but wouldn't you know it -- that night there was a huge thunderstorm and the La Ronde rides closed early for safety reasons. We spent the evening sitting under the roof of a food-vending booth, with my mother talking in French to one of the workers there. The next morning we checked out of Mr. Dalton's house and headed home.

In late July 1983, as my mother and I were approaching the first anniversary of my father's death, she and I took a short trip to Montreal to see the actual city. We stayed at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel -- I didn't yet know it had been the site of the famous John and Yoko "bed-in" -- and saw lots of neat stuff. I insisted on checking out the Expo property again. From a distance we could see the skeleton of the geodesic dome. The Gyrotron had vanished from La Ronde, but I did go on a loop-the-loop roller coaster, just to satisfy myself.
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My little sister gives me life - she asked me about the acceptance ring, which is put out by AirBnB in support of marriage equality in Australia. I said I thought it was a good idea (apart from AirBnB being a super sketchy company) but that the debate was starting to hurt me when it used to energise me.

Me: Honestly, I've kind of given up hope on it going through.
Her: Don't worry. I'll buy one and carry your hope for you.
Her: I'll buy a few and wear them on my fingers and toes
Her: And nipples.

I'm taking her up on it, though. The debate is ugly and unnecessary and so fucking stressful at this point that I just don't read about it anymore. But she will carry my hope. On her nipples. Lovely girl. Best sister.


The temperature got into the negatives last night. (Negative 2C is 24 F, for you Fahrenheit types.) That doesn't happen! Also, the oak tree finally dropped all its leaves, like, FOOMP! It always goes last, and I always wonder if it's actually going to happen, because I don't get deciduous trees. It's so weird to have bare, wintry looking branches in the middle of all this green.

We're in that bit of winter where it's too cold to sow anything or start seeds, and nothing that technically can grow through cold weather is actually growing very much. My baby lettuces are chugging along in the greenhouse but at a rate of millimetres/week which makes salads a long-distant prospect. I miss summer salads! I miss 'throw a whole cucumber on that' salads. I still eat winter cucumbers, but they're nothing like summer.

Not that I miss the heat. Not one bit. Neither do the cats. They are so very loving right now. It's definitely our strong family bond and nothing to do with draining our body heat.


Tiny linkspam:
- [community profile] multifandomdrabble is open for writing treats: Request summary. It's for 100 word ficlets - yay for the proper use of the term 'drabble'! (I will fight you over this, btw), and they're due on Tuesday.
ETA: I should have mentioned that treats go in the treats collection, not the main collection. So, here: Multifandomdrabble treats 2017

- [community profile] equinox_exchange is open for nominations until the 8th: Fall Equinox 2017 begins July 2nd!

I messaged the person responsible for the floral dinosaurs made by the neural network to ask if they were okay with their designs being used for tattoos and got the okay. So, that's the first step, omg. I really, really want a dinosaur tattoo designed by a neural network. I didn't know until now. Now I have to decide if I want floral dinosaur, a sailing ship one, or one of the Escher-esque ones made of stairs. Chris, the person who runs (cares for?) the neural network offered to try some other designs - I wonder what would work? I wonder if using text would work? (This was the link in question from my last post: A Neural Network Turned A Book Of Flowers Into Shockingly Lovely Dinosaur Art There's fruit, flowers, ships and staircases)

- Free crochet pattern: Ragdoll Fox crochet pattern.
I shouldn't like foxes - they're an introduced species and they're eating all the bilbies, but this is pretty darn cute.

- more neural network fun: Harry Potter and the Neural Network fan fiction. Neural network learns about ships! Neural network learns ALL ABOUT CAPSLOCK HARRY! Neural network generates strangely plausible user names, like desire_at_the_malfoy or siriusly_harry. BelladonnaLeek! I think this is my favourite neural network thing yet. It invented the word 'hugulate' and now I want to hugulate the world.

- 'Parks And Rec' Star Natalie Morales Comes Out As Queer. My Little Pony, Dubby! (I'm sad it doesn't say "Middleman Star Natalie Morales" but then, why would it?)

- Things I Found Out: What A Swell Party This Isn’t. Thanks Pia Zadora. (I literally just figured out that Pickfair is a smooshname like Bennifer or Brangelina. Only from the olden days.)

Now I have to go home from this very weird day at work and write drabbles.

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