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Aww spoiled pupper! I for one would also like to sign up for the post apocalypse farm commune. I have some animal ag experience so I’d like to think I’d be somewhat useful! Tbh apocalypse or no I’d really just like to be a semi-hermit and live in a farm somewhere with cool people.

When I was in college, various of my friend-groups kept wistfully coming up with ideas for shared housing, various scenarios where we could all live together and pool our resources against an unwelcoming world. I mean, that’d’ve been like, 2000 or so– actually I definitely remember a conversation in 1999, I know it was before the millennium– and even then, we knew our asses weren’t going to get dream jobs when we graduated, we knew we’d never be able to afford our parents’ lifestyles. We just knew it, and dreaded it, and we were absolutely right. 

I hate living on my own. I’ve never lived alone-alone, but I’m so much happier in a group. In a group, my inability to self-motivate is so much less an issue, and I’m able to collaboratively do so much more than I can on my own. On my own, I can’t even cook dinner. In a group, I can collaboratively come up with a plan, and contribute more ideas, and get things done. 

I’m just so much happier in a large group than on my own or in a couple. I like my privacy, but I’d be delighted to never ever eat a meal alone in my entire life. I don’t want to cook for one. I want to cook for six, or twelve. 

We just don’t live like that, in this era. (On the farm, they do lunch for the crew every day, and my sister gets tired of the logistics of it, but I love it and have really argued against doing away with it. The more often I’m there, the more I cook. The better their crew gets, the more distributed the work. It’s so great. Their first priority on taking over the farm has been to assemble a more permanent crew; they hired back a previous employee and friend right away to be the vegetable manager, and he lives in the side apartment off the house and comes to dinner several times a week, and comes in and waters the plants in the dining room windowsill like twice a day, and lets the cats sleep on his bed etc. And at the end of the season, they hired one of the seasonal people on to stay for the whole year as assistant livestock manager, and they’re so delighted with her; she has her own place and goes home at night, but she’s around a lot and gets along great with them.)

Anyway. It suits my introverted-but-not-solitude-inclined nature really well, being there. I’m not exactly a hermit, but I don’t leave the farm much if ever, and I spend a lot of time sitting in the corner not really talking to anybody but enjoying the life that’s going on in the background.

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Maybe you could do a few one shots after you finish the main story… Tie up any side character loose ends and explain that villain arc.

Oh, I do plan on it, but I don’t know if I’ll have time to delve deep enough into the villain’s arc to explain it. So I suppose I need to come up with something. I guess I can kind of have an epilogue where someone kind of explains it? I don’t know.

I had a sequel where it was sort of dealt with half-planned, but I just don’t know if I’ll have time or the taste to get into it. Especially in the current climate, where– I don’t want to get into it too deeply, but mostly I’m just running out of patience for works of fiction where in order to somehow amp their villains’ Badness to the Max, the original creators just sort of paint them with a Nazi-colored brush, which then means that nobody can investigate their motives because They’re Irredeemable, because in real life yes, fascists are irredeemable, but my god, now we can’t actually tell stories about these fictional characters because they’ve exceeded the Aesthetic Threshhold, and it’s super annoying and I really wish so many of my media fandoms weren’t so goddamn lazy about villain design, because it turns my stomach too and I don’t want to think about it. I’m fucking sick of Nazis and couldn’t we have bad guys painted to look like Romans or maybe spiders or, I don’t know, Americans or something instead, for fucking once? No, Christ, we had to give them jackboots, now I have to look at that, and if you want to try to come up with a plot that isn’t just They’re So Evil, We Must Fight then you’re shit out of luck unless you want to make yourself sick or possibly get blackballed by the fandom’s Cool Kids. 

It’s like. Every fandom. I don’t participate in a lot of fandoms. I never thought I’d miss the Wraith from SG:A. 

(People wrote few but awesome fics where the wraith got to semi-redeem themselves, or at least were in the end, the victors, and they were so creepy, because they were semi-insectoid, and also vampires, and it was so creepy and icky and my god, they eat people, of course nobody thinks they’re sunshine and rainbows– but oh, those fics were good. Disquieting and not for the infinite-reread pile, but so good. I love fics where the heroes and villains get subverted, and SG:A was so good because the Ancients were so complex and often not actually forces for good, and I loved that, and you can’t do that when the bad guys are Aesthetic Nazis even if the source text totally gives you some great ins, i.e. the entire prequel trilogy pointing out how Problematic the Republic was, etcetera– but I just. I don’t. I don’t want to read about fascists. Why were you so fucking lazy when you made your fucking villains, guys? You had all of outer space to work with, and you had to fucking go to the same fucking place. Ugh.)

So. tl;dr I’m sick of Space Fascism so I don’t want to write any plotty wrap-ups. Anything else I write in this fandom is most likely going to be porny oneshots. That’s it. So if it doesn’t get explained in an epilogue, it is going to cop itself out into a Strange Mystery We May Never Understand, because I’m fucked if I’m going to write another epic and have to think about Space Nazis again. 

Unless maybe Rogue One gives me a good plot bug, but I can do that, because the Empire falls. We don’t know yet what happens to the FO, and while I’m sure Disney won’t let the Space Fascists win, they’re also not going to tell us that until the trilogy is over, and I can’t bear to fucking think about it. 

aloofshahbanou:Pete Seeger: “Hitler is dead

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Pete Seeger: “Hitler is dead – why do you still have the sign on your guitar?” Woody Guthrie: “Well, this fascism comes along whenever the rich people get the generals to do what they want.”

Hmm, protip: if you’re feeling sort of down on

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Hmm, protip: if you’re feeling sort of down on yourself and everything, don’t go looking for old creative writing projects and reread them all and get sucked in and then hit the part where you stopped writing and they dissolve into nonsense at like, warp speed, because that’s a downer. 

I was like oh hmm I got up to some good shit in the years between 2004 and 2012, when I wasn’t writing fanfic. Yeah, sure, I did, but I didn’t fucking finish any of it.

It came down to a split-second’s decision: run, or cast the spear? Ruku could see as the mammoth came towards her, shaking its head, that she would never be able to land a killing blow– to kill the animal, you needed to brace the other end of the spear against the ground and let it impale itself. The great tusks swept back and forth as the animal charged, and she knew that even if she herself were lucky enough to dodge, the spear would be knocked aside. She could either abandon the attempt, or throw the heavy, unwieldy spear instead. It was not a throwing spear; several throwing spears dangled uselessly from the animal’s great shoulders. But she did not have the angle, here.

Throw and run, she decided; behind her was another line of spearmen, and if she distracted it, it would be more likely to be trapped by her comrades. She hefted the spear, but it was not balanced. She had to spend a crucial moment adjusting it, and in that moment, the animal swerved and lunged, and was upon her.

She had time to take a perfect shot at it with the spear, her strong and obedient right arm plunging the stone blade deep into the animal’s fleshy neck, and then the tusks caught her, smashing down and across, and tossing her out of the way like so much dry grass.

Mm-hmm, there’s like 40,000 words of that but it doesn’t go anywhere and ends abruptly. There was time-travel and sorcery and a bunch of porn. Mostly I got to indulge myself describing mammoth-bone huts from the inside, that’s what’s memorable. Oh well! That was circa 2006, I believe. Maybe 2007. Scrivener doesn’t keep good data on revision dates, that I can find. 

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@weary-hearted-queen  YEEEEAAAAAAH BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Dear self-described socially-awkward anon, the ficlet you wanted is not coming along quickly, but it

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Dear self-described socially-awkward anon, the ficlet you wanted is not coming along quickly, but it is coming along.

(Found Cat A/U continuation)

Finn just assumed it was Poe knocking on his door, so he didn’t put a shirt on when he went to answer it. He stood there for a blank second staring into Iolo’s dumbstruck face, and as that second stretched to eternity he thought about how far he’d come, that he’d just— forgotten all about being paranoid, about worrying about who’d be at the door, about any of it.

“Jesus fuck,” Iolo said, “Poe is one lucky son of a bitch.”

Finn wasn’t actually shy about his body at all, but they’d impressed physical modesty upon him in his stint in Real World Reconditioning, so he was aware that it was his state of undress Iolo was reacting to. “I assume you finished your project,” Finn said.

“Well,” Iolo said, recovering a little. “I mean, the meeting part of it, yeah. Holy shit, man, how much do you work out? Or do you just— look like that?”

Finn had watched enough movies and things to be aware of what normal people looked like in this society, so he knew he wasn’t particularly odd-looking. Iolo was prone to hyperbole, though, he’d picked up on that. “This is my corporeal form,” Finn said, nodding slightly. “I do look like myself. Can I help you with something?”

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Water authority blows a gasket

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This is what Trumpism looks like on a local level.

h/t to @sheertara138, on Twitter. 

And note, this is the same New York State county where the county legislator proposed the anti-conversion-therapy with the PENCE acronym. This is a blue state. This is how we live, now.

Relatedly, a friend of mine is a print journalist in the eastern part of the state, and last winter did a story on the fact that approximately 40% of the municipalities in her area had really alarming water quality warnings contained in their public reports, all of which were presented in deliberately-obfuscated ways. This is not an isolated problem in our infrastructure. 

sleidi: Ya’ll are so worked up over Fidel

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Ya’ll are so worked up over Fidel Castro’s death, but as someone who lived under his dictatorship, I’m over here mumbling, “Meh.” I admire that he was able to oust and combat American imperialism, but he’s still an example of what happens when a rich boy reads some Marx, builds a movement, and is so corrupted by power that he outlaws all dissent. Stop idolizing a dictator, and expect more from revolutionary leaders. In addition: It’s possible to support Cuba’s revolution (as I do), denounce Castro’s reign (as I do), and recognize the role America has played in oppressing Cuban people and others worldwide (as I do). I’ve seen a lot of non-Cuban people prioritizing their ideologies and attempting to exonerate Castro by arguing that America is a greater Evil. Despite that being true in many ways, it doesn’t erase the suffering of a nation’s population at his hands, or their despair to escape. And if your love for communism + hero worship clouds your ability to acknowledge oppression and human suffering, I don’t see how you’re really any better than capitalists. In fact, one of the biggest failures of Castro’s revolution is that it’s caused Cubans to mistake capitalism for freedom.