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([personal profile] lonemagpie Oct. 25th, 2014 10:04 pm)

Day 24 - Favourite horror movie based on actually historically verifiable real events:

Oh, so many options... Every other stalk'n'slash and serial killer flick is based on Ed Gein, there's always The Exorcist, and a good case could be made for The Entity, if it didn't jump the shark in the last reel. So I'm going to cheat and say... Ghostwatch, written by Stephen Volk. Yeah, it was for TV, but it's 90 minutes, so good enough for me - and obviously inspired by the Enfield poltergeist case. (Google it if you're unfamiliar with it.)
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([personal profile] jjpor Oct. 25th, 2014 10:00 pm)
Title: Escaping the Web
Part Three: Windsor & Eton Central
Rating: Teen (Gen)
Word count: 14,445 so far
Warnings: Some violence
Summary: The horror infesting the London Underground has been defeated, and now it's time for Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart to pick up the pieces and build for the future. If he can, that is, with the shadowy agents of a certain Institute doing their best to interfere...
Characters: Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, Other characters
Disclaimer: Doctor Who and its many associated characters and copyrights do not, of course, belong to me!

The next part, in which the Brigadier-to-be gets more indications that something fishy is going on in the aftermath of the Tube unpleasantness and has some aspersions cast upon his character. General Thatcher (by then promoted to Field Marshal) is mentioned in the novelisation of The Invasion but not in the televised story. And is also apparently an unexpected movie buff...!
([syndicated profile] bigfinish_feed Oct. 25th, 2014 12:00 am)

Posted by Big Finish Productions

We've consulted our local branch and are going out on a limb with this week's post-TV special offer, revisiting the TARDIS crew of 1983 as the Doctor and companions find themselves in another menacing woodland...

Posted by Carrie Tupper

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An episode focused around the bender kids, you say? Oh man, I dunno this could get lame quick. *watches episode* Crying? I don’t know what you’re talking about, it’s just raining on my face.

Okay, so maybe I was a little more judgmental about this episode than I care to admit, but it did surprise me! There was a lot that could have gone wrong in an episode like this, but thankfully it was great (even with Meelo being really obnoxious with his constant ‘macho’ talk). Additionally there’s so many great Toph moments, and we’ve got our Avatar back too! YAY!

Things aren’t looking too good for Zaofu though, especially in this newly released clip from episode 5. Do you think Korra and the kids will be able to stop the invasion? Does SuYin have something up her sleeve to keep The Metal Clan safe? What do you think Bolin’s making of all this ‘taking over’ talk (I mean seriously how can he still be okay with this)? What are Prince Wu and Mako up to? Is Toph gonna stay in that swamp the rest of the series OF COURSE NOT? Tell us what you enjoyed and share your theories in the comments!

Our Avatar is back!!!!

Our Avatar is back!!!!

By day, Carrie is the co-creator, artist, and production coordinator for the webcomic Kamikaze . By night she’s a writer, budding comic nerd, and passionate feminist. Feel free to follow her on Twitter.

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([syndicated profile] merlinarthurao3_feed Oct. 25th, 2014 04:28 pm)

Posted by supercalvin


It’s some year in the late twentieth century and Merlin’s travels find him in México.

Words: 1384, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of 13 Nights of Halloween



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Throughout October, we’ve partnered with We Need Diverse Books to bring you a series of blog posts full of helpful advice, tips, and suggestions for writing diversity convincingly and respectfully in your fiction—from people who know what they’re talking about. Today, I. W. Gregorio shows you exactly how to prepare to write a diverse book:

So you wanna write a diverse book? Awesome. Great diverse books can change lives. But as Spider-Man taught us: “With great power there must also come great responsibility.”

In her previous post, Ellen Oh quoted the brilliant Gene Luen Yang, who laid down the gospel:

“Make sure you do your homework.”

You can work on this homework at any point in the process, but I personally find it helpful to do it in the earliest stages. Because everybody needs help with their homework sometime, I’ve got five resources for writers researching a diverse book (or any book, for that matter):

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How to do research for your diverse book, by @iwgregorio #SupportWNDB - agent critiques at https://igg.me/at/diversebooks! With shout-out to malindalo @mitaliperkins
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([personal profile] thebonesofferalletters Oct. 25th, 2014 04:45 pm)
Sleep happened as did a fuckton of words which was nice. I'm slowly carving away at more today and I am probably going to keep at this until I hear from my potential job or something disrupts my flow.

I need to do about fifteen different stories by the end of the month so my docket is clear for NaNo but I'm not sure I am going to manage that, especially when my brain keeps doing random snippets for things I don't actually need to be working on.

My mom moves out next week which is exciting. She's needed out of that house and knowing she'll not be there anymore is nice for when I have to go visit her.

I am sleepy as hell but I don't know if I am going to nap or get coffee. I'm thinking coffee but who knows. Sleep is so tempting...
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([personal profile] melannen Oct. 25th, 2014 04:18 pm)
I have successfully yuletide-sign-upped! Well, assuming I didn't screw up my bucket offer again this year. I decided to be conservative and only offered 60 fandoms this time (...though it would have been 96 if I'd included my six requests and the 30 nominated fandoms that I'd already written or been gifted in exchanges.)

Anyway I'm not doing a yuletide letter this year out of a sad and ineffective protest against the increasing amounts of pressure put on both writers and requesters re: optional letters which are optional, but here is a repost of my requests this year, just for posterity:

Young Wizards )

Munchers )

Ashers )

Lucky Starr )

Lovelace and Babbage )

The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot )

If there's anything else my writer needs to know, they have ten years' worth of YT under this tag to comb through, but really, it's all in the signup, don't worry.
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([personal profile] alone posting in [community profile] photocons Oct. 25th, 2014 10:46 pm)

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([syndicated profile] ao3_derekstiles_feed Oct. 25th, 2014 04:31 pm)

Posted by LuisMDolores


Em ya sé está horrible pero es que quería escribir algo. no me quemen en la hoguera si no les gusto :c
Les dejo mi fan page por si gustan pasar por ahi y nada Love Sterek!!

Words: 1521, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

([syndicated profile] brucebannertonystark_feed Oct. 25th, 2014 04:12 pm)

Posted by Gassu


When people finally make their worst mistake and destroy their world, there is born two gods to look after them.

Words: 4251, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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([personal profile] mara Oct. 25th, 2014 04:22 pm)
What's an appropriate present for a) the school librarian and b) the nice secretary in the front office who took care of Barak?

Well, I guess I have to get something for both secretaries. Which is fine.

I think last year I got the librarian a small potted plant and a Starbucks gift card? She's got a ton of chocolate in her office, so not that.

Maybe I should get a vase of flowers for the library and one for each of the secretaries?
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([personal profile] shinyjenni Oct. 25th, 2014 09:07 pm)
Title: Salute
Fandom: DC animated (see below for full source list)
Characters: Many! See below for complete list in order of appearance.
Music: Little Mix
Content notes: some fast cuts and bright flashes
Summary: "Athena knows the League could use more female members."
Notes: Thanks to [personal profile] silly_cleo for betaing!
Spoilers: Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman
Download: here (3:58 minutes, 172MB) or here (87MB) | subtitle .srt
Also available from: Youtube | AO3 | Tumblr

streaming and lyrics under the cut )

List of sources )

List of characters in order of appearance )

Posted by boyhowdy

Last October, when I wrote about my struggle to recenter family and fatherhood in the face of my older daughter’s encounter with a newly diagnosed auto-immune disorder (Everybody Hurts: On discovering a child’s illness), many of you wrote in to lend support and solace, and I am grateful for the grace, ever thankful for the voices you bring to this kitchen-table community.

Fast forward one year, though, and the weight has not been lifted so easily. The elderchild still struggles with balance, losing sleep and schooldays to a complex web of pain real and projected. And it’s hard: hard to watch her struggle; hard not to become inured to the stress and strain the constant ache brings to our hearth and home; hard to like her, on the days when she lets the pain get to her better self.

And then there is her sister, who has captured her disease, and our attention.

At nine years old, the wee one is sensitive to others in ways her sister isn’t. And so, where the elderchild complains loudly of her stomach, her little sister is more likely to hide the pain from us so as not to call attention to herself. It took months to diagnose her; it may take years before she is truly comfortable leaving the classroom in pain or need.

Having two sick children is a million miles from having one sick child. Juggling needs is a new stressor, and it is starting to require both parents, keeping us from supporting each other by taking turns.

And two compounds one. They resent the other’s illness, and the attention it brings. Our home is rife and rotten with one-upmanship, jealousy and mistrust growing between the girls, born of pain, and the constant competition to be taken care of. Those last six days in the hospital were an amusement park of chaos, compounded by steroid rage, endless insurance company appeals, and the long agony of waiting for tests and trials.

Driving away from the hospital that evening without them was the hardest thing I have done in a year or more.

Normal isn’t normal anymore.

But there are moments where pride can still be found.

Three weeks ago, on the cusp of diagnosis, the wee one was scheduled for an MRI; I went to work; my wife was planning to take her into Boston after dropping the elderchild off at school. Just before noon, though, things changed, and I got the call: the elderchild was experiencing a sharp and unexplained pain that might be appendicitis; both children needed to go in, but in different directions; we would need both adults there, though both would prefer Mama and could be heard fighting about it in the background, and it would take a good half an hour to arrange sub coverage in my classroom.

The next several hours passed in a whirlwind: the interminably long ninety minute drive, the panicked search for the right room in an unfamiliar wing of a hospital constantly under construction. The pain-hobbled elderchild and I went off to meet with a frazzled specialist already trying to manage tests and find nurses for her sister; my wife stayed with the wee one, who had thrown up every time they tried to get her to drink the fluids for the MRI; one more try, and they were going to put in a feeding tube.

Doctors came in; doctors came out. Mostly, we waited, and wondered what was happening to her sister. And then suddenly, unexpectedly, on our way back from the bathroom, there she was, small and sad beside her mother and the doctor, emerging from a side room, a long yellow tube snaking out of her nose.

Something smashed to pieces in all of us. I could see it in my wife’s eyes, there at the other end of the hall; I could feel it in my heart. But only the elderchild acted, taking her hand out of mine, screaming her sister’s name across the medicine and pain, running to hug and comfort her, crying and broken.

And we pulled them away, because the doctor said “no crying, remember, we talked about this”. And I pulled the elderchild into the same room that they had just left, and her sister and her mother and the Doctor were gone.

And there I was in a tiny room with a broken heart and a child shaking with rage at the injustices of her sister’s treatment, an hour lost to calm words and stories and the slow dampening of the emotional furnace, the Boston skyline the only distraction, our voices our only distractor.

So often at home we see only the worst of them: the jostling for space, the frustration of pain. That Friday she was angry, but it was born of love, fierce and unexpected after a year of push and pull, of distance and shadows. Last week they were cellmates; now they are home, though with a calendar full of medical appointments, too-often shortened days at school, and with all other things tentative, ready to be dropped at a moment’s notice if the pain gets too great.

But last night we went out without them, and it felt safe to leave them home, playing with their new sewing kit quietly on the kitchen table. Today they are at the mall with their mother, chattering excitedly about their Halloween plans while they help each other try on thrift shop costumes. And every once in a while, for no reason at all, the elderchild hugs her sister tight, embarrassing her, and in their interplay I see the crushing love I feel for them as if my children had become a mirror for my most secret and unexplainable self.

How heartbreaking to see such stubborn, violent love emerge in the strangest of places. How powerful to see them learn the things we thought we needed to give.

How fiercely we protect each other. How it hurts to love you so.

Oh, my brave, proud children, may you, too, learn to channel your anger into love.


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