dragonlady7 | Jul. 17th, 2016

Jul. 17th, 2016

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Rain on ger roof, a little thunder. Clear plastic umbrella in the tono(roof hole), that’s a glass lantern weighing it down in case of breezes.

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olderthannetfic:

And other fanworks, for that matter, but let’s talk about fic: When AO3 was proposed, it was in response to Strikethrough and other similar events. Livejournal deleted a lot of accounts without bothering to distinguish between actual pedophiles, survivor support groups, and 100% consensual fantasy fandom activities being done by adults with other adults (most of which involved RP accounts for 16-year-old Harry Potter characters anyway).

I helped write the first AO3 Terms of Service and set up the Abuse committee. AO3 was always intended to be welcoming to all kinds of fic, no matter how dirty, sick, socially unacceptable, bizarre, or out of fashion. During those initial TOS talks, we specifically discussed grotesque RPF snuff porn as the test case for something all of us on the committee found distasteful but would nonetheless defend because, by defending it, we created a space where all of our own favorite things were protected too.

Policing fic content is a slippery slope. Even if you only police the “worst” stuff, you create an environment where the more sensitive authors and no few of the ones “shipping to cope” are no longer comfortable posting at all. Attacking people for posting fic about rape/abuse/etc. is demanding that all survivors disclose. No amount of whining and backtracking will change this fact. It is a disgusting behavior that drives people from your fandoms and creates needless misery while adding nothing of value to the community.

If you want to kick certain kinds of content off of AO3, you do not belong on AO3 in the first place.

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I got delayed a whole day by travel but here is chapter 3, finally.

Golden Chain, in which a great many things happen, including Teeny and Bolt’s assessment of their choices, Kes getting a really interesting promotion, Poe realizing he doesn’t make the best choices when endorphin-addled, and Rey having a realization.

(I had to take out the BB-8 part but it’s not deleted, just pushed to next week! I will aim for next Saturday for chapter 4, alas, but there’s no way I’ll get everything done by Wednesday now.)

Kes considered that a moment, then shook his head. “No, give me one of the infrastructure missions. I can’t be trusted with politicians.”

She tilted her head and looked sidelong up at him. “Do you really think I’m the root of quite all evil?” she asked, and there was real hurt in the question.

Kes gave her a pained frown. “Nobody has ever said you’re the root of evil,” he said. “Leia, your curse is not your fault.”

“What should I have done?” she asked, shaking her head slightly. “What could I even have done differently? Was it my blood? Was it my arrogance? Why should I be the one to blame?”

“Leia,” Kes said, softer. “I said, it wasn’t your fault. You’re not to blame.”

“But I did it,” she said. “I have done all of these things, I have been the center of so much death and destruction and I only ever wanted to do good.” Her teeth were gritted by the last word, face taut.

Kes took a steadying breath, held it a moment, let it out slowly. He was so tired, and the last thing he wanted was to delve into this disaster, but it really wasn’t her fault and it wasn’t fair. He looked at her and remembered the little girl standing next to Breha Organa at a formal audience, holding the holocorder, tiny and solemn and resplendent with purpose.

They had been friends once, and with so few of them left now, it was no good trying to keep any distance. He held out his arm. “Come here,” he said. He knew Leia Organa well enough to know that she bent her neck for nobody. He’d seen her distraught twice now since he got here, and that was twice more than he’d wager pretty much anyone else here had seen.

She hesitated, but then leaned against him, and he embraced her. “It isn’t your fault,” he said quietly. “You’ve done your best. There was nothing else you could have done.”

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magickedteacup reblogged your post and added:

OH NO that line about your brother in law made me think of Kes

There’s a resemblance, probably. I hadn’t thought it through much, but brother-in-law is a big gangly Midwesterner who works very conscientiously to always be kind and sweet and mannerly, goes out of his way to help people if he sees that he can be helpful, makes time to talk to everyone, and is also an incredibly intelligent, sharp-minded, ruthless person. He has achieved extremely difficult things by dint of ceaseless networking and exchange of favors– most recently, getting a state agency to approve a thing after months of delay (and his thing was legit, but people routinely wait a year or more for this thing even with all their papers and so on in order because you know, the State) by befriending and doing a favor simply because he could for a neighbor who turned out to be highly-placed at a related agency and so she sweetly mentioned to this guy’s boss what a shame it was that the approval hadn’t come through etcetera. All aboveboard, and Z being the person he is, he would have done whatever favor it was for that neighbor regardless of whether she could help him– but she could, and she did.

Which, now I consider it, is Kes all over, though I don’t think I’ve had a chance to convey that so much in the story– he’s mostly been a pushover to everybody in-text, but he’s only where he is in the first place because he’s not, usually. He won’t really fight anybody, but trying to get him to do a thing he doesn’t think is right is just not going to work out no matter what kind of pressure you think you’ve got on him. (Because, in the end, you don’t. He’s a whole lot smarter than he looks and he knows exactly where you’re thinking you’re going to put pressure on him, and he’s not going to get stuck there. He’s survived a whole lot more than he looks like he has, and there’s probably no kind of shit you could try to pull that he hasn’t already been through at least a dozen times.)

Z also is a big goofy sweetheart who loves his baby, though, and is pretty aboveboard about his shortcomings and working around them. I could do worse than stealing some of his sunshine-over-steel as a character note.

Also the concrete mental image of chicken processing day, where he’s covered in chicken blood and shit, and sets the knife down and comes over to smile at his baby and say “Daddy can’t hold you right now, he’s covered in blood.”

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This has been my entire life. Nowadays I mostly do *something* before the end of the day, which is a significant improvement. Meanwhile you’re holding down a job and making your own clothes and writing fanfic and helping your family. You’re amazing.

Awwwhhh! I missed this until just now. <3 <3 <3 I am just continually frustrated by being one of a long line of People Who Get Shit Done and I am missing most of the Get Shit Done components of my personality, but retained intact every single bit of the Expectation Of Having Got Shit Done personality facets, and so it’s mostly just paralysis and anxiety.

Spending so much time helping my family, though, is partly because I’ve realized that if I just glom onto family members’ momentum I can get a lot of shit done. During Farm Baby’s nap ( “I’m not a baby,” she said indignantly while I was cradling her in my arms because I’d been holding her on my hip and she’d flipped upside-down and I’d nearly dropped her, “don’t hold me like a baby,” so I let go of all but her ankle and dangled her by one foot, A++ Aunting job, actually it worked great, she was highly entertained because I didn’t drop her) my sister said let’s finish the signs for the picking garden, and so she painted three and I painted nine in the same amount of time, and they’re done now, but if she hadn’t said that and gotten the extra slates I needed while I gathered up the brushes and paint, I’d’ve puttered around in circles for hours and not finished.

Still need to put little chili pepper symbols on the hot peppers to denote how spicy they are, but done otherwise. That’s months of project, and I’d thought there were hours of work left, and that was all.

Anyway. I just get paralyzed, stuck in a loop or unable to decide between two courses of action or unable to proceed because I don’t know which order to do things in, that kind of thing, and it’s most annoying. Fortunately, my sister is somewhat used to it and has gotten used to just telling me what to do next, and mostly isn’t judgy about it. The middle-little sister is worse than I am, so she’s used to dealing with it.

But I don’t get nearly as much done as I make it sound like I do here– I always list it here because it makes me feel better!

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Omgggg hiiii!!!!

People are always welcome to come to my blog to squee about the DamFam! Like, I have a ridiculous amount of REALLY UNJUSTIFIED headcanons about Shara and Kes that I am alway at the ready to unleash upon the world (theoretically I’m writing fics with them but lmao will they ever get posted? who knows)

I’d never heard the term spacer before (lmao I’m such a Star Wars/sci fi newbie) but I became like really committed to that idea way back when I was writing the first Shara/Kes thing, and then I started a little Shara Bey backstory fic (which I posted a little part of here) and now I’ll be really disappointed if we find out that in canon she grew up on like, a city planet or something.

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Before people start freaking out about OMG IT’S A FEDERAL CRIME TO SHARE NETFLIX PASSWORDS?!?!?! I want to recommend a couple good articles to read because all the newsbites I’ve seen have grossly misrepresented the facts.

The judge who authored the majority opinion acknowledges that the case they were trying bears little resemblance to Netflix password sharing and that any attempt in the future to use this ruling as precedence must take into account the context. If I’m reading correctly the case itself is almost like corporate espionage. (The dissent raises really good points, however, but it doesn’t seem to be reason to panic quite yet.)

The ruling above was because the company hadn’t consented to the password sharing even though the account holder had. But Netflix has actually explicitly stated they’re totally cool with password sharing. So this is a case of both the account holder and the company itself consenting to the password sharing. This could of course change in the future, but as it currently stands they could not charge anyone for this. It’s also far more likely they would institute technological barriers to streaming like geographical locations rather than spend the money (and good reputation) to take individuals to court. In fact, they already do this with their tiered system which restricts the number of concurrent streams you can have running (1 for basic, 2 for standard, etc).

tl;dr News networks and sites are sensationalizing this for increased viewership. You’re okay sharing your Netflix account.

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We made a cake for no occasion and i decided it should get decorated anyway.

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Farm Baby, 2, was eating a little potato at supper. As she gnawed on it, she sing-songed meditatively, “Eat your friend! And eat your foe.”
We asked her for clarification and she tilted her head, smiled, and repeated it, clearly. “Eat your friend. And eat your foe.”