hoosierbitch: (kink stock chain leash)
Me and Arsenic's Marvel/White Collar epic is posted! 

Like an Arrow Through a Flock of Doves

Summary: When he takes the rap for a crime committed by Barney and the Swordsman, Clint is charged as an adult at 17 and spends the next four years of his life without protection in prison. Enter one Neal Caffrey, who knows how to charm his way to whatever he wants or needs, and Clint's life gets a lot more interesting. Pretty much, the story of Clint in prison, Clint getting out, and Clint, like always, finding his way to SHIELD, and Phil.

The link's to AO3. READ THE WARNINGS. The fic has some pretty explicit/brutal hurt, but I think the comfort makes it worth it. The response so far has been overwhelming and really touching. I hope y'all can take some time and read it, and then go look at the amazing artwork for it (it's linked to in the fic, and is REALLY GOOD).

The longest piece I wrote before this was 30k, and it took me over a year. The fact that I cowrote something for the first time--and that it ended up being 62k--wouldn't have happened without AJ's support. She nudged me, encouraged me, and put up with me when I said things like "I HAVE A GREAT IDEA FOR A SCENE TO WRITE!" and she had to reply: "...we already wrote that." She also took care of basically everything once we finished the first draft, since I was kind of worn out by then, and swamped by the show I've been working on.

MY SHOW: IS OPENING! It opens tonight and runs through tomorrow (a short run for so much work, but this is how our program manages to support as many productions as it does). I think it's one of the best shows I've ever directed, and probably the best show I've done since I got into grad school. I hope the cast and tech crew take the show tonight and make it theirs. Our tech week was exceptionally rocky, and more last-minute changes were made than are ideal, but I think it ended up really fucking good. My folks are driving up now (we might get, like, ten minutes to have dinner together before I have to run to the theatre and take care of about ten last-minute things--the stage managers are new...). Thank you to all the friends who have been supportive and patient while I've been MIA. I love you all!
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No, seriously. Will someone tell my brain that it should stop wandering off and reading Avengers fic and planning the Natasha & Clint BFF fic where they're totes in platonic love and instead WRITE THE PAPER THAT'S DUE IN TWELVE HOURS? (Twelve hours with a four-hour chunk taken out for a different final, because, yeah, STUPID BRAIN.)




I had a prof in undergrad who was from...Croatia?...and whenever he said 'focus' it sounded like 'fuck us' and sometimes he would yell it really loudly and


Clint & Natasha, sitting in a tree, g-o-s-s-i-p-i-n-g. First comes tequila, then comes couch snuggling, then comes hiding in ventilation shafts and baking and filling out mission reports together (BECAUSE IN MY HEADCANON CLINT NEVER WENT TO SCHOOL AND HAS TROUBLE WRITING BECAUSE IT IS ALL OF MY KINKS) and also Coulson is their secret favorite only it's not a secret


[I have an Avengers tag now. BWAHAHAHA!]

hoosierbitch: (FNL funny This icon is at the game)
So, I have been doing really good on my diet. I've lost 26 pounds since I started in November (BOOYAH!). But every month, about a week/week-and-a-half before my period, I just want to EAT THE WORLD.

Did y'all know that you can buy whole pizzas from Sbarros? I think, if I bought one, I could maybe eat it in one sitting. It would also be about...3,700 calories. But if I take a really long walk tomorrow, that balances out, right? *sigh*


*falls over*

Here's some pictures, and here's a link to the preview. I--I can't even--THIS MOVIE. I am going to write eighty million porns for it:
  • John Carter/that-little-dog-thing
  • John Carter/red-Lynn-Collins
  • John Carter/Willem-Dafoe-with-extra-porn-arms
  • RPF, because, okay, Taylor Kitsch was in "The Covenant" with Steven Strait, who's married to Lynn Collins, who was in X-Men: Origins with Taylor Kitsch, and now Taylor & Lynn are in another movie together and so THREESOME, RIGHT?
John Carter opens two weeks from Friday, and it pains me to the very depths of my soul that, because of my rehearsal schedule, I will not be at the IMAX theatre to see it in 3D at midnight. But the upside is that I'll get to watch it in Canada, with  [livejournal.com profile] ivorysilk and [personal profile] rabidchild67. I AM SO EXCITED FOR SPRING BREAK! It's my first time not staying on campus for a school vacation. Like, ever. I either camp in the library, or go stay with my 'rents and camp in different cafes. Not this year! Canadacanadacanadacanada.

RL update: I have now started rehearsals for my show, and it's going REALLY well! This also means my life is even more crazypants. I had a 15-hour work day on Monday, then Tuesday I woke up at 6am to finish a paper, and was in classes/meetings/writing another paper/in rehearsal until 2am. Like. What even is my life.

Things are going really well and I love what I'm doing, I just also love sleep.

...and now I'm going to go to Burger King and get a veggie burger and also all of their fries and chocolate shakes...

hoosierbitch: (Psych Funny Silly "T-Rex! Lookit my litt)
I have achieved the Grad Student Holy Grail. )

*falls over with happy*


1) For the first time I'm actually going to GO somewhere for my Spring Break! To an exotic, foreign land! (Canada.) WOOOO!!!
3) Ivorysilk makes my angsty heart happy. Lovely post-Checkmate fic that I got to beta, it's wonderful, you should read it.
4) [community profile] fandom_helps.

This is an auction to benefit Planned Parenthood. You can go and offer handmade items, fics, vids, pics, misc (pretty much anything), and on the 14th other folks will bid on them. All of the money goes to Planned Parenthood. It's a great way to get some wonderful personalized gifts for yourself/others, and it's a way to help raise money for a cause you support even if you're someone (like me!) who can't afford to give very much on their own. You can find my thread, where I'm offering a fic with a 2k word minimum, here. 

The auction's on DW, but you can offer/bid with an openid (there's a tutorial on the comm if you don't know how to do that). Posting offers ends on the 13th, bidding starts on the 14th, and ends on the 21st. 

I know there are a shit-ton of talented people on my flist, and on y'alls flists--so think about what you can offer, what you can afford, or even if you can help to signal boost this so that the information gets to more people. ♥


Update on how Being Not Depressed is not the same as Being Depressed:

Some of my study/coping/life habits that have served me well in the past are clashing with Not Being Depressed. So--you know how if you feel cruddy the majority of the time, that whenever you DON'T feel cruddy, you desperately try to get as much done as you possibly can? If you only have thirty minutes in the day where the idea of sending emails to people doesn't make your stomach clench, then you need to jump on those thirty minutes and use them as best you can. Unfortunately, now that I actually have a consistently higher amount of energy, it's hard to get over the instinct to get ALL OF THE THINGS DONE ASAP.

So I have energy (WHICH IS SO COOL), but I don't know how to...how to have energy and not feel like I have to take immediate advantage of it. Because after working for a couple of hours, I should probably let myself take a break without my inner Jewish mother going OMG YOU LAZY SLACKER YOU SHOULD BE WORKING. I think this is exacerbated by the fact that I'm working on a lot of long-term projects that I can't actually Git Done right away.

It's not a big deal, and I'm poking around it to figure it out, it's just something I'm thinking thinky thoughts about.

THE MOST IMPORTANT THING: Where are the fics where Matt Bomer/Neal climbs Joe Manganiello/Ben like a tree? I got hot and bothered just watching them BE NEAR EACH OTHER. My size differential kink just went bonkers. So. PORN?


May. 11th, 2011 08:13 pm
hoosierbitch: (FNL Pretty Pretty Princess)
Holy shit.

I have officially finished my first year of graduate school.

*happy dance*

I owe a big thank you to everyone who's helped me get through this bitch of a year intact - especially [livejournal.com profile] photoash[livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan[livejournal.com profile] rabidchild67[livejournal.com profile] afiawri, and [livejournal.com profile] coffeethyme4me. Thank you for being such generous, loving, and supportive friends. I am lucky to have you. 

I'll be driving back to St. Louis tomorrow, and then heading back up here to finish packing/moving out next week. My folks are leaving town to go to my brother's graduation (WOO BRO!!), so I'll be spending the weekend applying for jobs, walking the dogs (including the adorable new corgi who randomly showed up at our house one day), and OH YEAH BABYSITTING MY CRAZY UNCLE. 


It's like a bad horror movie. He's baaaaaack! 

I anticipate spending a lot of time hiding out at the Panera. Writing porn. 

Like a boss.

hoosierbitch: (C I signed up to write what?)
Shakespeare and Chicago! Cut for excessive rambliness. Ramblyness? I like tacos. )


[livejournal.com profile] waltzmatildah is running a fundraiser on her LJ to raise money for relief efforts in Australia. The flooding there has been devastating and far-reaching, and fandom has a great history of being able to come together as a community when things like this happen to raise money for good charities.

The way this fundraiser works is that writers offer fics for the folks who offer to donate the most money to different charities (Queensland Government Flood Relief Appeal and the RSPCA Flood Appeal have been promoted all over the place as good places to donate).

I'm offering one fic for each of the two highest bidders. Here's the thread with all of my details. (Not, to, like, twist arms or anything, but keep in mind that I'm going to have a lot less time to write this semester, and that these two stories will definitely get written. So if there's anything you're dying to read, this is probably the best way to ensure that it'll get written before the summer!)

Here's a complete list of all the authors/fandoms on offer! If you have money, consider making a bid! If you're a writer, consider making an offer! If you have neither money nor the inclination to write, consider signal-boosting! If you don't want to do any of those things...you should eat a mango. They're delicious.

Also, I can't even tell you how much I hate html right now. That picture did not want to go to there.
hoosierbitch: (G i'd rather have a life than a living)
Opening night is this Friday.


We might not have publicity posters. The floor may not be painted. The lights are definitely going to be crap, and we have a nonexistent closet.

Last night I dreamed that my costume designer was trying to talk me into changing all of the clothes into dresses made out of 2-liter Sprite bottles. And I was agreeing with her. My dream-self thought it was the best idea ever. My dream-self also thought that the play was secretly about saving whales, though.

Despite the fact that it seems like my designers are out to get me - death by frustration is not a pleasant way to go - I think this may actually be a good show. I think. I hope.


Friday I was so tired I fell asleep while walking. I tripped over a curb and woke myself up, then got home, and slept for twelve hours.

My props person is criminally incompetent, so I gotta go buy whipped cream, a baby monitor, and frozen peas.

I love theatre.
hoosierbitch: (WC I heart my big naked show)
So I haven't posted an update on my life in a bit, and I realized that it's 'cause I keep waiting for things to start going badly. As if if I talk about being happy, I will jinx it, and it will go away. I'm still waiting for things to settle into a routine that I'm familiar with - which involves a certain amount of day-to-day awkwardness, feeling uncomfortable, and being antisocial.

That is not currently my routine.


Which is to say: grad school is going swimmingly! )

I just - I don't feel out of place here. I feel like I'm in the right place, doing the right thing. It's kind of wonderful.

Fannish news:
  • [livejournal.com profile] usakeh I swear to god I AM WORKING ON YOUR FIC! I'mma try to get it done before Wednesday.
  • The new season of Merlin started! And, may I say, Bradley James has become EVEN PRETTIER. HOW DID HE DO THAT?
  • Also...the new season of America's Next Top Model has begun. *hides shame and rewatches*
  • I'm going to try to finish two fics before September 24th. And if I do that, I'm gonna sign up for [livejournal.com profile] whitecollarswap! Signups are open now, and close on the 24th. I think it's a lovely idea for how to pass hiatus, I just want to make sure that I realistically have enough time to finish a fic for it.
Now: off to finish cleaning the apartment in anticipation of BFF's arrival in the next 3-4 hours, and then gonna read some Pinter and Arthur Miller! And then (*stares at life like a cobra that might sting*) I'm gonna go to a social event so that I can hang out with people. Because I WANT to.



Sep. 1st, 2010 11:17 am
hoosierbitch: (G everyone should be kissing now)


I will maybe do an ep reaction after I have time to rewatch the ep - I was dead tired when I saw it last night. All I remember is drooling over the pretty. And then drooling because I was falling asleep, and I do that sometimes.

Past week: changed the show I'll be directing later this semester to a different (better) play, got through a week and a half of classes, started work in earnest, made good friends and one strongly-disliked-person, went to A Party, went to two different rounds of auditions/callbacks, made 5 delicious smoothies, paid bills (HAHAHABROKENESS), and was compared to a panda. 


I am v. huggable. It's science. 

My cast (for the play I'll be directing in November) is FRICKIN' AMAZING, AND I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH. So that's a source of joy. Another source: a cancelled class this morning, so I had time to catch up on work! And now I'm watching The Big Bang Theory. OH, JIM PARSONS. YOU DESERVE YOUR EMMY, MY FRIEND, 

In other news: Jeff Eastin's totally reading my porn. OKAY, THAT IS A BIT OF A STRETCH, I ADMIT. But he knows about slash fiction. I'M USING DEDUCTIVE REASONING. 

Dear Jeff Eastin,

'SUP, BRO? How's it hangin'? I like your show.

I WRITE PORN FOR IT. I am sure that was your intention, all those years ago when you began working on the pilot. SEXY McSEXYTIMES

It's okay. You can admit it. We're all friends here. 


P.S. plz to be having Neal call Peter "sir" some more, mkay?

Things I am going to write in my 2.5 hours of free time today:


Also, checked out gay erotica as well as Arthur Miller on my last trip to the library. IS A MICROCOSM OF MY LIFE, Y/Y?

I MISS AND LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Also: omg, lj. The WTFuckery needs to end. FWIW: I'm not going to repost/crosspost anything anywhere. I would appreciate it if y'all would do the same when you're in my lj - ESPECIALLY on my v. infrequent flocked posts. Thanks!


Aug. 28th, 2010 09:18 pm
hoosierbitch: (C having a day)

First week of grad school: ridiculously busy and stressful. Life should calm down a bit now that I've gotten started in my job, but it's going to be hard, and intense, and really really wonderful. Everyone's super nice - the other grads and all the faculty, it's a very supportive environment (I went to a PARTY last night! And was only about 5/6ths as awkward as I usually am! \o/).

So: life is very good!


Except, me being me, I could not let THAT continue for very long. So I went grocery shopping! Not a bad thing in and of itself. But then I bought soda, and I bought two 24-packs of soda because they were on an awesome sale, and then I carried them both inside at the same time, and didn't put them down to unlock my door, and then lumbered up the narrow staircase with them. Aaaand I pulled a muscle.


It hurts a lot. And that's saying something - I went an entire semester with a slipped disk, where I had to lie down on the floor for most of my classes because sitting hurt too badly. And this shit HURTS.

I've never been more grateful for silk sheets. I had to slide myself out of bed. I'mma pretend it was performance art.

I'm going to go watch "Blind Dating" because Chris Pine makes me happy, and take more painkillers and muscle relaxers and when I hurt less, I'mma get up and make myself an ice pack.

Note to self: in the future, be less stupid.