Naruto fic! After a year of radio silence! *clutches at head* My writing feels like it's gone down the proverbial shitter! More fodder for my quarter-life crisis! /o\Felicity on the Far SideFandom:
Kakashi; cameos by ANBU, jounin, a hokage, oh my.Warnings:
Set in the interim between parts I and II.Summary:
When Naruto left, he had been 28, and young enough not to feel old.1300 words, hopeless K, and floaty canon!( 'Are you having a mid-life crisis?' Tsunade asked without preamble, both snide and suspicious. )[edit:] Am also taking prompts (especially for Naruto!) if anyone has them~
- Tags:anboo!, caffeine is my bloodstream, fic, fic: kakashi, fic: naruto, fic: tsunade, life oh what art thou, my head is a special place, my own tags confuse me now, nervous who me never, random guest appearances, what the hell am i doing
So, a couple of things have taken over my life recently, and all of them seem to somehow involve me completely ghosting over my DW. It's magic! :D "Must go grab a matcha latte - whoops, no time to cross-post to DW!" "How about I watch Crows Zero a third time instead of opening a new browser window, yeah!"
\o SO I SHALL SUMMARISE THUSLY THE EVENTS OF THE PAST FORTNIGHT:
- My job, I have quit it! Celebration and glee!
- My visa, I has it! University, here I come!
- Crows Zero, the movie! I love it!
- Gundam Wing, I am rewatching it! Treize and Zechs, how much do I love you? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS.
And because I am now free from the blighted octopi-hands of work, I can crosspost my posts in bits and pieces too!
I hereby request humbly that any Gundam Wing fans stab the comments with AU scenarios.
I need about 10 - that's a happy number! - for an Insane 13-6 MarathonTM. 8D Suggestions: teacher!AU; pirates; diplomats; mud-wrestlers! \o THIS FANDOM REQUIRES OLD-SCHOOL CHEESINESS.
\o/! Off to go do some productive things now!
Drabble Battle #2! Unfortunately, the Discworld prompt somehow managed to fling itself off the Elephants and go thundering elsewhere, so for the moment the battle rages between Space and Space. 8D voksen
is to blame for the Gundam Wing, and everyone else is to blame for Trek.
Again, word count is not an indication of bias (FOR SERIOUS THIS TIME), and nothing is really read through or fully thought out. Experimenting with a few new styles, too! ( Gundam Wing: Treize lives! But Zechs takes huge political falls. (And I somehow manage to write only the introduction, where Treize doesn't appear at all, huzzah!) 1031 words. )( Trek: Flying-o-phobic McCoy, meet Starfleet! 437 words. )
ALSO WIK!!!: it is imperative (see the number of exclamation marks I used there?) that you give me your addresses for the Great Mailer
if you wish to receive mail! SHYNESS IS NOT AN OPTION. I love sending mail, so indulge my sad little life and go paste yourself there. 8D
Heya guys. This is K, reporting in from Supremely Burnt Out Tired Land. Work is really taking it out of me - the last month has just been this mad rush of getting things done for the office, or being zoned out in
the office. UNHAPPY FACE. Friends have also been kinda \o /o as we flail towards university; everyone's jittery, and we try to go out and support each other as much as possible, but that's taken most of my days off and turned them into huge social exercises that, while really cool!, have left me feeling sort of like a Swiss roll that's been run over by an 18-wheeler. So I'm really sorry if I haven't been keeping up with fic - especially the original stuff that people are posting! - or entries down here on DW; even keeping my brain in order on LJ has been bleaaaaaaargh. I hope everyone's been doing good! ♥
In other, more important news:
If you are reading this right now, you have more luxury than someone in Iran could ever hope for right now. If you are watching TV or a video on youtube, updating your status on Facebook, Tweeting, or even texting your friend, you are lucky. If you are safe in your home, and were able to sleep last night without the sounds of screaming from the rooftops, you need to know and understand what is happening to people just like you in Iran right now.
They are not the enemy. They are a people whose election has been stolen. For the first time in a long time, a voice for change struck the youth of Iran, just as it did for many people in the United States only seven months ago. Hossein Mousavi gained the support of millions of people in Iran as a Presidential candidate. He stands for progressiveness. He supports good relations with the West, and the rest of the world. He is supported with fervor as he challenges the oppressive regime of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
On Friday, millions of people waited for hours in line to vote in Iran's Presidential election. Later that night, as votes came in, Mousavi was alerted that he was winning by a two-thirds margin. Then there was a change. Suddenly, it was Ahmadinejad who had 68% of the vote - in areas which have been firmly against his political party, he overwhelmingly won. Within three hours, millions of votes were supposedly counted - the victor was Ahmadinejad. Immediately fraud was suspected - there was no way he could have won by this great a margin with such oppposition. Since then, reports have been coming in of burned ballots, or in some cases numbers being given without any being counted at all. None of this is confirmed, but what happened next seems to do the trick.
The people of Iran took the streets and rooftops. They shout "Death to the dictator" and "Allah o akbar." They join together to protest. Peacefully. The police attack some, but they stay strong. Riots happen, and the shouting continues all night. Text messaging was disabled, as was satellite, and websites which can spread information such as Twitter, Facebook, Youtube, and the BBC are blocked in the country. At five in the morning, Arabic speaking soldiers (the people of Iran speak Farsi) stormed a university in the capital city of Tehran. While sleeping in their dormitories, five students were killed. Others were wounded. These soldiers are thought to have been brought in by Ahmadinejad from Lebanon. Today, 192 of the university's faculty have resigned in protest.
Mousavi requested that the government allow a peaceful rally to occur this morning - the request was denied. Many thought that it would not happen. Nevertheless, first a few thousand people showed up in the streets of Tehran. At this point, it is estimated that 1 to 2 million people were there. Mousavi spoke on the top of a car. The police stood by. For a few hours, everything was peaceful. Right now, the same cannot be said. Reports of injuries, shootings, and killings are flooding the internet. Twitter has been an invaluable source - those in Iran who still know how to access it are updating regularly with picture evidence. People are being brutally beaten. Tonight will be another night without rest for so many in Iran no older than I am. Tonight there is a Green Revolution.
For more information:
- near constant updatesHere
- ONTD_political live post
دنیارابگوییدچطورآنهاانتخاباتمان دزدیده اند
Tell the world how they have stolen our election
Sudden urge to go back to my old school, attach myself to my teachers, and never let go. These people have changed my life in ways they - and I - can't even imagine. What I am is 50% part of what they made me. The rest is just what I did with that 50% in the time that's come after. How do I ever say good-bye to these people, now that some of the really important ones are leaving? It doesn't make sense. It doesn't compute. They've change the course of my life; it seems illogical to just float on.
Tell me your stories, guys? Who has changed your lives? Did you keep in touch afterwards, if you parted ways? Or did you keep quiet, your silence your sort of tribute? What did you say? Anon comments, as always, are on. ♥
Concrit on the writing meme, watching Trek for the second time, three day "weekend" that involves a lot of public speaking, darkrooms, Photoshop and code: my favourite brew.
>:D Writing is so happening tonight, even though (especially because) I have to be up at 7 tomorrow morning.
Live long and prosper
 Also, hilariously enough, I don't know how I get the dancer to change directions
, but once I do I can't change her back, and now I am FIXATED.
 To get her to swing counter I get her to swing out her leg; to get her to swing clockwise I get her to squeeze down on her crotch. OR IS THAT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. HELP.
 AUGH and I can only do it with my laptop tilted 90 degrees clockwise!
 Am now getting her to do some sort of retarded on-the-stop forward facing can-can competition with herself, though I usually default to clockwise. Must... stop... looking... It's all in the back of the calves!
 LAST EDIT I SWEAR. It is sad, but thinking of porn makes her swing clockwise, and thinking of square roots swings her anti. I'm sure that if I was told that clockwise = left brain instead of clockwise = right brain, the opposite would be true. DONE NOW. Tomorrow, Evil Spock/Tseng in action flick style fic... somehow with plot!
 Debug and troubleshoot the two existing layouts
[x] Code a bug-free headered fluid layout with a good comment system
[x] Code a bug-free fixed version of the fluid layout with a good comment system
 Use that code to map out sister_coyote
's layoutRANDOM AESTHETICS
[x] Test out a few different line-heights and pixel bits for Arial, Verdana, Lucida, Georgia, Helvetica, Times New Roman [note to self: tahoma 12 is huge, tahoma 11 is this default blinding; 14 px is way too high a line height for 11, sits well with 12; arial 11 is the tiny, arial 12 is larger but not blinding]
[x] Test out headers in Palatino, Impact, Times, ArialWRITING
 0TP #1
 Restorations #4WORK
 Pad up the research doc
[x] Email the ladyREPLYING
[x] Finish up memepost
[x] UPDATE Parameter journal!!!! And apologise for Mega Hiatus.RL
[x] Lunch with the girls
[x] More Starbucks
Before I go off to get my ass handed to me again, I shall post. Oh, politics, I'm sorry for beating you up so much. I promise that I'll stop soon. Very soon. Probably.
- The New York Times writing about how newspapers in the city have been sold out since early this morning. ♥ History, you have been made.
- Proposition 8 got passed in California, 52% for, and I've had so much heartbreak over gay rights that right now all I want to do is beat something in. With a fish. A big fish. Like a tuna. That's huge fish.
- From the Yuletide counters: Ursula K Le Guin - the Hainish Cycle (4,9). OH YEAH, BABY. GO, MY CHILDREN, GO FORTH AND PROPOGATE.
- The Kinkfest prompt that the elections ended up rolling over; will probably end up being a few days late OH GOD I AM SORRY asjflka.
The Hainish Cycle victory made me remember one of the things about Le Guin's writing that moves my personal philosophy, and keeps me alive in moments in between euphoric victory and relatively crushing defeat. These are the words of a young king, self-exiled, to a plenipotentiary of a union of many worlds:
"The dream of the Ekumen, then, is to restore that truly ancient commonalty; to regather all the peoples of all the worlds at one hearth?"
Axt nodded, chewing bread-apple. "To weave some harmony among them, at least. Life loves to know itself, out to its furthest limits; to embrace complexity is its delight. Our difference is our beauty. All these worlds and the various forms and ways of the minds and lives and bodies on them - together they would make a splendid harmony."
"No harmony endures," said the young king.
"None has ever been achieved," said the Plenipotentiary. "The pleasure is in trying."