Okay, so huge ask here, but are any of my Portland friends willing to help some fangirls out?

Prism and I are flying out to skyebanshee's wedding on July 1st at 7am from Portland. Which means we have to be at the airport about 4-5am. We're planning to take the BoltBus down from Seattle on the 30th, but even if we took the lats Bolt, which would get us to the city at 9:30, we'd have a lot of time to kill at the aiport.

...Would any awesome fangirls maybe be willing to put up with us for a few hours on Sat 30th/Sun the 1st? Home made baked goods would also be provided, with extras for anyone willing to give us a ride to the aiprort, too. Because that would be beyond awesome.

If not, don't worry, but, yeah...anyone? Maybe?

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"This Little Piggie Went To Texas" (Also on AO3 and DW)
Author: torra/torra
Pairings/Characters: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers, and JARVIS
Word Count: ~1,500 words
Universe: Movie!Verse
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Big thanks to jibrailis who was kind enough not only to beta, but to beta the exact same thing twice, and pretned she didn't mind after Google!Documents ate my revisions and I didn't notice.


Summery: “Of all the crap that is my life, my extravagant life style, of all my choices, and all the things that everyone thought you’d have a problem with me over--and there are a lot of things on that list, believe me, Fury sent out memos listing them all. He even included a few Pepper had thought were so vanilla, they hadn’t even occurred to her to yell at me about yet--the thing that you finally do have a problem with is the fact that I paint my toenails?”

( This Little Piggie Went To Texas )

So I know I promaced formal pics of my GeekGirlCoon Claudia Donovan outfit, and it's been a month, but...meh. ::handwavey:: I just haven't been in the right headspace at the same time I've actualy had the time and willpower to post anything. You all know how that goes, I know, so I refuse to feel guilty about it anymore.

So instead, since it's still Halloween for another 10 minutes, here is a pic of me in costume.


Warehouse 13 Agents Myka Bering and Claudia Donovan were dispached to GeekGirlCon in Seattle to bag and tag a dangrous artifact.

And thank god we were, becasue who knows what insanity might have happend if there'd been an artifact in a major city that could randomly make otherwise ordinary wemen dress up as something other then Disney Princesses or Sexy Nurses and gather en-mass to discuss how awesome geeks and pop culture are...

Oh dear god, I think we were too late!


Myka was an awesome local who was also dressed as Scully on the first day. When we were both W13 on the second day, we HAD to do a photo op! I had an artifact (well, a keychian of a ritual Japanese knife with silk cording cerca 1600's), and she had a containment bag, and it just worked out perfectly.

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I've never done one of these LJ Writer's Block questions, but this one I just had to.

How do we stop bulling? Well we can start by NOT CALLING IT BULLING! It's not bulling, it's fucking assault. No dancing around it, no waving your hands at it and calling it a "phase" or "part of groing up". It's Assault.

It's physical assault, it's mental assault, it's the delibrate act of inflicting mental, physical, and/or emotional distress and harm on someone.

And make no mistake, it is delibrate infliction. It's one person doing whatever they feel they can in order to make another person hurt in any way they can get away with.

You want to stop the crime of bulling? Then start calling it and treaing it like what it is: A CRIME. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. It's a god damned fucking crime and it needs to be addressed as such.

/end of very personal rant

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I apparently have, um, twenty DW invite codes? ::scratches back of neck:: I thought I had three. Apparently I haven't checked in a while. ::chuckls::

I'll post five here, totaly up for grabs to any and all, just let me know when you use one so I can cross it out, holding five back as a reserve incase there's a freekishly massive rush on these. Another ten I'll put up over on imideatly. Any and all not clamed here in a week, I'll then also toss up onto .

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I apparently have, um, twenty DW invite codes? ::scratches back of neck:: I thought I had three. Apparently I haven't checked in a while. ::chuckls::

I'll post five here, totaly up for grabs to any and all, just let me know when you use one so I can cross it out, holding five back as a reserve incase there's a freekishly massive rush on these. Another ten I'll put up over on dw_codesharing imideatly. Any and all not clamed here in a week, I'll then also toss up onto dw_codesharing.

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SHE MADE ME A FANVID! AND IT IS AWESOME!!!

I got pulangaraw/wihluta hooked on Veronica Mars (for it is an awesome show, and she is an awesome person, so really, it just made sense to pimp it to her), and today she made me a Logan/Veronica fanvid!

AND IT'S MINE! ALL MINE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

...Er....except for how it's hers, and on YT and I'm totally shareing it with all of you. But you know, in the real sense, it's MINE ALL MINE!

GO! Watch it on her LiveJournal or DreamWidth accounts and SQUEE WITH ME!!

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"I have got to find a new bra to wear with my strappy or low cut dresses. This one looks fine, but it digs my knife into my breast uncomfertably..."

Yeah. My life is not like other peoples. ::LOL::

In related news, I got complaments from six difrent people on one of my knives today...no one found the one in my bra. ::lol:: Not even the girl who took me up on my offer to be frisked to look for it. ::G::

In totaly unrelated news, TEN DAYS UNTIL skyebanshee IS HERE!! \o/ \o/ \o/

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I just wanted to say a blanket Thank You to everyone who has been so incredibly suporitive to me over the last 24 hours. Really, guys, you've been above and beyond.

I had to be the one to tell both Mom and my sister Danika about George today. Until now, I've been saying "Fuck it if I'll be the one to tell Krista and/or Mom's family" (who still think George is the Golden Child), but I feel even more guilty for that now. And after going though that conversation twice today, it just drove home all the more how incredible you all have been to me.

I suck at Replies, mostly because I feel silly saying the same thing over and over again, like it means less if I say it twice to two people. But honestly, you all...thank you. I've gotten more support from you then I have from ppl bound to me by blood, and while I knew that was likely intelectualy, it felt totaly diffrent to see it in action. You guys totally gave me the strength to deal with all the bullshit today.

Thank you.

I'll keep you updated, but for now, everyone is just in a holding pattern until George actualy dies and Mom and I lose the house.

Fuck.

::handwavey away:: Fuck that bit. THANK YOU!


ETA: Southern Comfert is my new favorate drink. I know ppl usally o.O when a girl like me orders a Seven And Southern at a bar, and they O.O when I do it as a shot, but fuck, this is a good booze. I like it. I don't know why, but I do...okay, so the 100Proof has a little bit to why I like it, and how sweet it is. But you know, ::handwavey:: Past that... ::g::

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Even I woke up going o.O at my dream last night. The kinda morning where the first thing you say is, "Who the fuck slipped me that acid?!"

So...apparently last night, to honor the first day of Takei Pride Month, my brain desided Scrooge McDuck was gay.

Yeah. It just gets weirder from there, folks. Seriously, I haven't even gotten to the Thor product placement, or the Alien Invation yet...

So the dream switched between animated and live action a few times, but all of the dream where I actualy saw charactors from Duck Tails were animated properly. Apparently Scrooge McDuck had been with his partner for a long time by this point (an OC, another duck, I don't remember what his name was), and he'd finaly desided to tell his family about the relationship, but his grandsons wern't takeing it real well.

They wern't Huey, Duey, or Lewy, those were his great-nephews and they wern't in this dream, but maybe some of their kids? Or maybe they were Webby's kids and so only called Scrooge "Grandpa" because too many charactors on the show already called him Uncle, IDK. But Scrooge called them his Grandsons, and they called him Grandpa. And apparently they didn't like the idea of their Grandpa being a Poof.

Feather jokes asside, I mean.

But then Scrooge sat them down and they had a rather serious talk, and the kids realized how happy Scrooge was with his future-husband (at some point in the dream, they became engaged), and so finaly gave in, and there was a group hug.

Now to make things weirder (....yeah, I know), most of this dream was set in an old diner, that was somehow connected to Scrooge's youth. I think at one point, it's said that it was his Grandparent's, but that TOTALY fucks cannon backstory, so I think they must have said it was his partner's Grandparent's diner. Which makes more sence (...yes, yes, just go with it, okay?). So after the bulk of the Family Talk is done and hugged out, Disney Style, the skyies suddenly get dark and cloudy, and there's a thunder rumble. The lights go out, and the kids go looking for candles or something. While exploreing the diner, they find some nifty old Thor Memorablia from the movie in the '50's, left over from when the diner gave them out with meals to regulars (No, Thor was not a movie back then, the comic wasn't even created 'til 1962). They were all covered in cobwebs in this cubbord, but the red of the cape was still really red, and the helmets all shiney. I think there's a whole nother story there.

But we don't get it, because that's when the Aliens show up.

Apparently the clouds were the cover for the massive ships invadeing the skies. The family all gathers around to look out the dinner, then starts boarding up the windows and they put on the radio to hear the Alien's demand's broadcast.

Then someone (one of the kids, maybe?) shouts that Launchpad was out flying tonight! Quick! Someone get him in the radio!

And Launchpad was in the air...unfortunaly he was flying right in the heart of the storm clouds, with alien ships on all sides, and he wasn't going to make it out alive. The dream ends with the whole family (animated) around the old fassioned radio, and now Gyro was with them, too, instead of Scrooge's gay lover, listening to Launchpad's final words being boradcast, reporting in about the number of ships, and what they looked liked, and trying to get as much info out to the listening people as he could before he was shot down or killed.

...and that's where the dream ended.

I sware to god, I didn't so much as have a beer last night! I didn't eat a big meal before bed, or spicy food, or anything.

What the actual fuck, Brain? ::facepalm::

I just wanted to take a quick moment to say how AWESOME yesterday was. I plan to do a full Birthday Recap later, probably late Sunday or Monday, but I didn't want to wait that long to say:

THANK YOU EVERYBODY!! {{{HUGS}}}

Yesterday was....awesome, just so far beyond words right now, I can't even beguin to say. Yes, one NOT FUN bit involving a car accident and a woman going into shock and the police, but it wasn't me or my friends in the cars smashed, so that really was the only OMG!BAD bit of the day. But Major Asshole On I-5 should still be in jail right now, so so far, that too has a happy ending. \o/

Yesterday was...Honestly, guys, probably the best birtyday I've had in at least the last 15 years or so. You all were AWESOME and I love you so much!! {{{HUGS}}}

Okay, and now, I need coffee, and then later silverprism is comeing over for Hanging Out Day. The awesome weekend goes on! \o/ Birthday Recap posts, and individual thank yous to people to come, after I get a LOT more caffiene in me. ::G::

I was filling out a servey today about Geneticly Modified Foods, how do I feel about them, do I suport the research, would I/do I eat GMF, or do I/would I feed them to my kids (no questions about foxes or boxes, or a house and a mouse, which I think will give them incompleat date, but meh).

One of the questions was a Multipul Clickey Box option about why I wouldn't eat GMF, including options like, "Not proven safe in the long term", "Bad for the enviroment", "Makes plants more suspectable to plagues/rots", etc etc. The final option "Other: Tell Us Why?"

My awnser? Other - Tell Us Why: "Two words: Zombie Apocalypse. Why, how do YOU think it'll start?"

It was a small thing, but thinking that some random person, somewhere in the world, at some point in the near future, may read that and get a small, unexpected chuckle out of an other wise tedius job really made my day. ::G::

Life's about the little things. ::G::

So...yeah, today's the one year aniversery of Joe buggering off to Asshole Land to be their new King of the Fucktards.

( Cut For TL;DR Content )

Someone tell me next year will be better? Or at least that I'll spend it far more drunk?

I was do'n really poorly yesterday, health wise, and felt like utter shit, so I went on twitter and demanded asked polightly that someone write me an SGA/Sanctuary crossover about Tessla and McKay constantly snippeing at eachothother and hateing eachother on sight, and John leaning agasint something and smirking and watching them, and then Rodney getting jelious because he thinks John likes Tessla.

AND pulangaraw/wihluta MADE IT FOR ME!! AND IT IS AWESOME!

Seriously, this is the crossover you guys didn't KNOW you needed in your life, but you do! And that it's done in a combonation of story and comic just makes it all the more filled with sparkles.

GO! Read it! Leave her lots of love in the comments, because she is MADE of Win and Sparkles! And soon we will have the lab results to prove it!

Title: Sanctuary Atlantis s01e06 on LJ or DW
Fandoms: Sanctuary/SGA
Characters: Tesla, McShep
Rating: PG13

ETA: The new icon I made from the comic. \o/

I got tagged by mercury973, and, well, I am a sucker for memes, and I haven't done one in ages.


* People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new, original question.
* Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you. (Yeah, no, I don't tag. It's SO 20th Century! ::ajusts thick rimmed Hipster glasses:: ::tosses end of super skinny scarf over shoulder::)

( Twenty Questions To Get To Know Me )

OMG I HAVE THE SMARTEST NEPHEW IN THE WORLD!

Also, the most adorable, but he shares that with his brother and two cousins. ::G::

Okay, and maybe Clay will one day have to defend his Smartest Nephew In The World title, but for this house tonight? I AM SO FRIGG'N PROUD!

Clay is 5, turns 6 at the very end of next month, and has started school. His birth mother used meth daily durring all of her pregnancies, including both Clay and Brian's. Both have some behaivoral problems, especialy Clay, he's already been kicked out of at least one school and a class or two (at the age of less then six, so pre-school until last year) and daycare because of it, even though compared to other Meth babies, they are MUCH better then expected. They're manigable, but get frustrated and angry easily. And as with all Meth babies, there was always this fear that, despiet how incredibly smart they are, they would develop seroius learning dissabilites.

Tonight, Clay and I sat down, and he wrote his name for me. And knew all the letters. And then he wrote out that 5 5 10 and told me that Five plus Five equils Ten. And then when I showed him two ways to write that out (verticaly, and 5+5=10), Clay looked at the second way, and then wrote out 2+2=4!!

Yes, his 2's looked like S's, and his 4 was backwards, but he wrote the formula correctly on the first try, totaly without prompting! I WAS SO FRIGG'N PROUD OF HIM!! I didn't have the heart to correct his 4, I just gave him a huge hug.

He then also proudly told me that he knew that Zero plus Zero was Zero, like it was the funniest joke in the world. I then explained to him how mulitpuls worked, and he sorta got that. It was a little advanced, but he got up and watched me write out how multiplication works and studdied it very carefuly! \o/

You guys gotta understand, I'm dyslexic. The thought that Clay is so young, and picking up what still is a struggle for me? Despite his age, despite his genetics and the meth and all that crap?? I know he's adopted, so my genetic tendancy towards dyslexia dosn't apply, but still, that's not a fear you get over with kids, same way as I'll watch them both carefuly for signs of alcholal/drug abuse, or easily injured spines, or migranes.

He's READING. And he's WRITING! And he's FIVE! And I am just the proudest auntie EVER right now!

We finished off the night by reading two books, and I taught the boys how Glow In The Dark Paint works, and the whole time, all Clay wanted to do was curl up in my lap and cuddle. Awwww!

And next week? We start reading CHAPTER BOOKS!

SO PROUD! ♥ ♥ ♥

Hey guys, I just wanted to take a quick sec to say, I Love You Guys!

I know I've been quiet a lot recently, and then only post to bitch about something shitty that's happend, and I don't wanna be that person. I don't want the only time ya'all see me to be when I'm complaining about something.

So thank you all for stick'n with me though the times when I am like that. Things'll pick up soon, and hopefuly I'll have more good things to share before long. It's been, well, kinda a crappy year, shocking to exactly no one who's stuck around to read this now. ::chuckles:: And I love you guys. {{{BIG HUGS TO ALL}}}

Apropos of nothing, here is a picture of a cat being awesome:



Okay, that is all.

Carry on.

So Wednesday was a crappy crappy SHITTY day for me. Woke up after only four hours sleep from a fucking Comcast salesperson trying to sell me stuff for the FOURTH day in a row at 6am, lay there with a bad headache before giving up and borrowing a sleeping pill from Sis and went back to bed. Woke up ten hours later feeling less headachey but more drained. And then Loki imideatly bit the FUCK out of my thumb. Again. The same one she got so badly last time she got me, I lost all feeling in the nerve for 6+ months and the nerve is still wonkey.

And had to deal with EPIC bullshit from someone who USED to be a friend, who is now (again) stabbing me in the back and throwing me under a bus.

I then went to IKEA which I don't like to be in (too much imput, too bright, too many things, too crouded, and cant ever find anything) to get the one thing I always, ALAWYS need to get there...only to find they're sold out for a MONTH.

Then went to meet some of Mindy's new friends, only to find all the noise and light and kids playing brought back the headache again, and crocheting with a fucked up thumb is FUCKING PAINFUL, so when I bled though a second bandaid while there, I gave up and came home.

And I still had to deal with the Psycho Hose Beast that is my former friend. Great. Day was FUUUN, yeah, thanks.

But then...just like that, the clock ticks over!

I look down and see the time is now Midnight, and suddenly I have a pop up reminder that informs me that today is my Anniversary!

And suddenly, all the bullshit that was Wendesday no longer matters. I don't care. None of it. Becasue today is now THURSDAY! Today is THURSDAY, and my anniversery!

This, my friends, is my 13^th anniversary of finding my sister Selynne in my life. Not sisters-by-blood, but sisters-by-choice. Thirteen years ago, on March 3^rd 1998, I E-mailed Selynne to coment on a fic she had written in the AoS fandom, and even before I had finished reading it, I just had to E-mail her and gush over how much I loved it. And soon she responded. And then I responded again. And her again...and before we knew it, we were family.

I still can't believe it's been Thirteen years, Sis. I really, really can't! I also can't figure out if that number feels too long, or way too short. ::chuckles:: But it's been thirteen years of you always by myside. Alawys there with me. The one I turn to, and the one I know will turn to me. And the one I know will always be there to give me a hug, or smile, or set me up with the opertnity to respond to her, "Guess what I just saw..." or "Hey, you'll never believe..." and then give me time to get my "best" guess in before she says the real thing. hehehehe It's the little things that make a relationship work, we've found.

So I know yer day is insane, Sis, and you may not see this right away, but I wanted to say it, and say it somewhere publcily, becase it is just an awesome accomplishemnt, I think. You are by FAR the longest, contenious relationship I've maintaned in my life, and I for one thing we should be damned proud of that. It's also quite definatly the healthest relationship I have with ANY of my sibblings! ::LOL::

{{{HUGS}}} I Love you, Sis. I'm so, so happy you wrote that fic, and so, so happy you responded, and HRADP was born, becasue GMTA, even when it comes to Angest Fest '98. {{{HUGS}}}

Happy anniversary. Thank you for makeing everything better, every day we're still together. Today you even made a whole day of shit dissipear in the span of a second as the clock changed over. Because you, Sis? You ARE that awesome. And you KNOW that Tis Only... ::winks::

   Happy Anniversary, selynne/selynne   
   I LOVE YOU   

So I was was wtching Die Hard 4 while makeing deviled eggs for tomorrow (as you do) and now I want an Inception/DH4 crossover.

I mean, come on, if ANYone could kill a helecopter with a car other then John McClane? It'd be Arthur! With Eames as the hacker/forger Matt Farrell chracactor, who'd be all *_* at Arthur killing shit and being bad ass, and mutter, "I think I just fell in love, Darling." when Arthur does something truely insane, like take out five badguys with one bullet (no gun) and some suranwrap.

And Eames would ask things like, "So, what, if you just pretend physics don't exist, you can do anything?" and Arthur just nods and shrugs, "Pretty much." and launches toothpick at wall, which triggers an explotion and takes out three guys who were hideing behind it or something.

...Yeah. I've decided. That's what I want for my birthday.

Ya all have five months to make it happen.

In honor of More Joy Day, I'm posting my first fic of 2011! Also my first Inception fic! Also also, the first thing I've written in like a year 'n a half!

And it is very much crack. And totally Skye's fault.


"The One Where They're Both Flamingos..." (Also on AO3)
Author: torra
Rated: G
Length: ~725 words
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Summery: The one where they're both flamingos...really, not much else to summerise.
Author's Notes: To explain the crack of this, all I can say is that I have a family member who works with the Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle, and I've come to know it's ins and outs pretty well lately. And one of the little things known by the zookeepers, but not really known publicly, is that Woodland Park actually has a pair of long mated gay flamingos...who have repeatedly attempted to steal eggs to raise as their own. The rest is totally skyebanshee's fault...





( The One Where They're Both Flamingos... )