the stars are faded

OH MAN, it's been ages since I've posted. Stuff's been happening. Life's been kicking my ass. My online presence overall, not just in el-jay, has pretty much plummeted. Ask chaoticallyclev.

I also haven't really posted because I've been kind of mad a lot. At...everything. First it's like, SCHOOL, YOU'RE FIRED. Also, el-jay, YOU'RE FIRED. And then it's, Certain People in Fandom, FIRED. And France, FIRED. Arizona, FIRED.

I need to say that a few more times. Fired. FIRED. So, so fired. (huh, that doesn't even look like a word anymore.)

I just--I literally do not understand what is going through the minds of the Arizona government. Something along the lines of caveman grunting? "My stuff, my money, my land. No can has." (Apparently my cavemen also moonlight as lolcats in their spare time. /o\) Honestly? I'm not even going to comment on the immigration law because there are people out there much more eloquent than I am already speaking about the situation. But--banning ethnic studies classes?

Wow. I just--wow. Straight from the governor's mouth, she's worried about these classes fostering "white resentment." Let's say that again. White. Resentment. Because clearly, white resentment isn't caused by entitled assholes. Clearly it isn't caused by that immigration law she just signed. No, of course not. It's ethnic studies classes that are really pushing all those violent minorities over the edge. Well, shit. If only we had known before those goddamn ethnic studies classes were so awful. Bad for your digestion, too.

Who cares about actually teaching people about their heritage? They're in America, now, aren't they? Doesn't that mean they're supposed to conform to all our standards? That they're supposed to single-mindedly adopt our culture? And if they don't, doesn't that just mean they're ungrateful?

Oh, wait, what's that you're saying? I'm sorry, I can't hear you over all the ethnocentrism clogging my ears. Try again in a few moments.

I don't know why it's so hard for me to believe that this kind of bullshit is still happening. I just--aren't people supposed to learn from their mistakes? Aren't we, I don't know, the most adaptable species on the planet? Except for how we still can't tell our heads from our assholes in issues that have been around for centuries. What's even the point of me shouting uselessly into the ether? I'm just preaching to the fucking choir.

Ugh. This was supposed to be cathartic, and I think I've only succeeded in making myself feel worse. :\

OH MY GOD, just have a rec. I really enjoyed this fic! It's Merlin/Arthur, modern AU and h/c. Hopefully it will make you feel better if you just read through my entire incoherent rant.

This is very long. Flist, my apologies.

I have not posted in FOREVER. I'm sorry for neglecting you, el-jay. It was a period of darkness and exams and deep, deep soul agonies.

Which is to say, the semester is almost ending, and my teachers have abandoned their guises of sweet, kind, humane creatures, and revealed themselves to be joy-sucking sadists. LIFE IS GOOD, clearly. But enough about that. Let me tell you about how my fic-writing is coming along!

I've broken 10,000 for the robot AU, the one which no one felt philanthropic enough to talk me out of. It is...steadily declining in terms of literary merit, I feel, (and when it's a robot AU, you're already starting in negative numbers), but YOU KNOW WHAT, Pete and Patrick have finally gotten past third base, and that is going to have to be good enough. I just need them to fight, now, and make-up afterward, and hopefully spout some witty one-liners along the way, and then I should be good. :D!

Although I do need some advice, wise flist. I signed up for bandombigbang (every time I say that, I feel like running around in circles, waving my hands and screaming hysterically), and I'm not sure what I should do for it. Like, I could post my robot story for it, but March is such a long time away. And then again, I'm not sure if I could complete another 10,000+ word story before that time. I really don't know if I want the pressure of doing so, especially with school.

UGH I DON'T KNOW I WILL FIGURE IT OUT LATER. *brains self*

Here, to make up for my incessant whining, have some hd_holidays recs(  behind the cut! )


Whew, that was a lot of typing! i am such a wimp. /o\ Happy early MLK day, everybody!

Hello hello hello,

I am failing, very predictably, at posting during the school year! Which is, um, expected, but still kind of blah.

Yes, hello, I'm Kathy, and I can't use adjectives today. It's nice to meet you too.

I am fairly certain this entry is going to be all over the fucking place. I am sick, you see, have contracted a devastating strain of the flu and am certain to perish within the next business week or so. Please send all flowers/condolences through my nonexistent secretary. Well. My throat hurts, at least. And I've got a low-grade fever. Whatevs! (See, proof that I am not in my right mind. I would never say whatevs in public unless I was hopped on Tylenol. Is it possible to be hopped up on Tylenol? I think I've somewhat diverged from the point. Not that I had one. Siiiigh.)

Um. I did download a moodtheme this morning! So...I was slightly productive. It took me ages, though. I think I did something funky to my photobucket. But anyway! It is so adorable! I snagged from upsa_daisy, and it's from Planet Earth! LOOK AT THE CUTE ANIMALS. Yeah. That's what I thought.

Can we discuss how immensely gay all of Kris Allen's upcoming songs are? I mean, first you've got Live Like We're Dying, which pretty much parallels him and Adam's relationship arc. ( Oh, wait. Before proceeding, please put on your tinhats for your own safety. Thank you and have a good flight. )

HERE HAVE AN HP FIC REC SO I CAN FEEL BETTER ABOUT THE OVERALL CRAZINESS OF THIS ENTRY. (but ooh, does referencing hp actually make me crazier? decisions!)

Talk To Me by saras_girl
Summary: When the usual channels of communication are shut down, the most surprising people can find a way in. A strange little love story.

This is so fucking cute. It is like wallowing in a sea of pillows and bunnies. I think that simile got away from me. ANYWAY. It is awesome and fluffy and feel-good, so read for a pick-me-up!

Man, tomorrow's Monday. Maybe I'll be too ill to go to school.

I have, after much wibbling, finally changed my layout! Isn't it beautiful? minty_peach made it about a million years ago, because I am pretty much late on everything. Still, I am so unbelievably pleased, just seal-clapping all over the place. \o/

It's so pretty! And I tweaked it a bit here and there, mostly with text colors and that kind of miscellany.

Also! Also I changed my name and my journal title and my profile (...kind of). I feel like a new person! No, I feel like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes of el-jay's premade layouts.

I feel...kind of inordinately pleased about this. But I am sharing my squee with all of you because, well, you know. I'm generous and shit.

LET'S TRY TO MAKE THIS ENTRY A LITTLE MORE WORTHWHILE, SHALL WE? What do you guys want? Fic-recs? Pictures? More of me babbling about books none of you have read? (I feel like I'm preaching to empty space around here, sometimes. THEN I REMEMBER YOU, chaoticallyclev! ♥)

Well, here, a compromise. A fic rec AND a picture!

Ask Yourself What Matters by formerlydf
Pairing: Gabe/William
Summary: There's a voice inside his head telling him that this is Bill, this is Bill in pain, he should be there, he should try to make it better, he shouldn't leave Bill alone, and there's another voice reminding him of how much Bill likes his privacy, that he should respect the few intact boundaries they have left.

Guess what, guys, it's a sex pollen fic...without sex! I would love it for that alone, but, um, also, it's really gr8. Beautiful characterizations all over the place (but that shouldn't be a surprise, not with that author) and just--yeah. A really nice, heartwarming resolution. Also, it's Gabe/William! It seems like there's been real dearth of Gabe/William in bandom recently. (lol dearth. isn't that the greatest word ever? dearth. dearth. deeeaaarth. okay, sorry.)

And a picture of the perfect example of wedded, domestic bliss ( behind the cut )

Happy Friday, flist! It's the weekend tomorrow! :DDDD