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 I'm so tired, but at least it's the good kind! 

So I've finally got a job! I'm officially a forensic scientist, and I'm goddamn proud. I'm not making huge amounts, but I'm definitely making enough to start paying off the bills, and it's such a relief! 

Downside? Work starts at 6. Which means I have to get up around 4:30. Oof. It's an adjustment. It's four ten-hour days, though, which means 3 days off a week, so I'm good. 

I got a gym membership, too, because I'm being an adult. Also because I'm tired of feeling like a guest in my own body. I'm not doing this to get fit, or lose weight; I just want to get to know this meatbag a little better so as I age I'm not continually at odds with it. 

I finally have wifi at my house! I'm so glad, I was spending far, far too much at coffee shops.

And, to top it all off, I started another fic, because I have Avengers feelings. Eventual poly-shipping, fix-it fic. Because I am allowed to have happy endings. 



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 My Fandom Tr*mps Hate fic is now up on Ao3! Eddie/Venom. I have like 6 Marvel fics I need to write and still need to finish Posh Boy.

On the other hand, still job-hunting, but I'm happily at the Interview stage in most of these applications, so I'm hoping that I'm going to get something soon. 

And finally: my body. WTF. Listen. Being a physical human sucks. So much. I can't exercise in most ways because my body is very fucked. But also I don't like gaining weight. Also I'm 27, so why is my reproductive system trying to kill me already? That's not supposed to happen until menopause. Aren't I supposed to have some portion of my life where I get to enjoy my body being young? Cause that's not a thing for me, and I'm feeling cheated. Very, very cheated. 

I'm considering saving up for a nutritionist. I want to have a better idea of how to give my body what it needs without boring the fuck out of my taste buds, and doctors get very, very little nutrition training (just FYI). I need a checkup, diagnosis for whatever-the-fuck my ovaries keep doing, and then a nutritionist. 

Also, there's a lump on my leg and I don't know what it is, so that's worrisome. As soon as I get health insurance I have so much to take care of, not that I'll be able to afford any of these pipe dreams because I live in the US at the moment. (Dear US of MotherFucking A: Please get on the ball with Universal Fucking Healthcare AKA Helping People Not Die.)

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 News: The [community profile] sherlockkinkmeme  has been modded. I'm tired. I've finished so many papers. Spring break is right around the horizon. I'm tired. 

Other news: I will, sometime over spring break, write another corset update. Also, I hope to write another chapter of Posh Boy cause I miss my sex god John Watson. 

I'm so tired. I'm so, so tired. I pulled 3 14-hour school days this week and yes, I caught up on a lot of things, but I'm not sure it was worth it. God bless the Wine and Crime podcast (plugging it) because it helped me get through the week.

Venom Fics

Jan. 21st, 2019 03:59 pm
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So, thanks to the Fandom Stockings finally being released, I have two new fics over at Ao3:

Fire (592 words) by Aelfay
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Venom (Movie 2018)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Venom Symbiote & Anne Weying
Characters: Anne Weying, Eddie Brock | Venom, Eddie Brock
Additional Tags: Candles, Hanukkah
Summary:

Venom is of the opinion candles are for eating.



Pinned (1527 words) by Aelfay
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Venom (Movie 2018)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote
Characters: Eddie Brock, Eddie Brock | Venom
Additional Tags: Dom/sub
Summary:

You like it, V said, low and dangerous in his ear, and Eddie's stomach jolted. When you aren't the one in charge.

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 “COMING OUT” =/= “DEALING WITH STIGMA”

IDENTITY AND SITUATION ARE DIFFERENT

Upon taking a course called Coming Out, I found myself reading the course blurb with a fair bit of apprehension. As a queer student, I already feel rather dissected by media, academia, psychology, and society. I went through a fair amount of self-dissection in order to come to terms with who I am: did I really want to go through that again in a public setting with grades on the line?

In the end, I needed the credits and I felt comfortable enough in myself to give it a try. I’ve been through a lot of crap, and a lot of people giving me crap: one course isn’t going to leave me confused again. On the other hand: I’m 27. There’s a lot of younger students in this class. And that’s where this essay is formed, because while I feel like I’m on solid footing, I know other people aren’t, and that leads to concern.

WHAT IS IDENTITY? WHAT IS A SITUATION?

You see, I’m queer. I’m not shy about stating it, but I’m also not the sort to bring it up. I like being known as a scientist, or as a writer, or a knitter, or many of the other things that I have accomplished, rather than the simple fact that I am something. It’s like people defining me on the shape of my thumb: I did nothing to earn queerness. It’s part of me.

Being queer definitely has impacted my life, in some not-good ways, and in some good ways, but it can’t be cured. It’s not something treatable, it’s not something that was done to me. It’s not based on legality or politics. This is how I define identity in this essay: identity is immutable. It’s not going to change. You can try to suppress identity, but it’s not going to leave, just lurk under the surface. No amount of conversion camp is going to make it change, it just might make it hide. I wasn’t ‘queered’, either: it wasn’t done to me, it just is, has been, will be.

On the other side is situation. These are things I’ve experienced or have lived through. They’re there, and they’re real, and often impact my life greatly, but I wasn’t born with them, and they are based on external structures, like politics, or can be influenced by external means, like medication. In my case, I was sexually abused, and I have PTSD. Both of these are situations, in that one was done to me and the other is treatable[1].

Other situations include my chronic illness, and growing up poor, in a broken home. All of these were done to me, were addressable, and are influenced by external forces. For someone else, situation might include their immigration status, or addiction. Race would be an identity, while immigration status would be a situation. Sometimes they intersect like this: I’m queer – an identity – and have been abused for it – a situation.

And now, as Monty Python put it, something entirely different.

COMING OUT: A (VERY BRIEF) ETYMOLOGY

Coming out, as a phrase, was used in the context of a young woman entering society. Women would be very much sheltered until their education and age were considered to be sufficient for entering proper, polite society. Jane Austen, for example, has a scene in Pride and Prejudice in which Lady Catherine is dismayed that all the Bennet sisters are out at once; surely they should come out in sequence as they marry and the family can afford to make proper connections for them each in turn! (Grace)[2]

This phrasing was then adopted by queer men (Babraw)[3]; to come out was to actually come in – an entry into queer society. In this case, coming out was a celebration of community while also being a statement of identity.

Now, language is mutable, and coming out changed over the years. I’m a fan of fluid language: I will never understand the mentality that words must stay the same. In this case, coming out came to mean stating one’s identity, and as such changed from an idea revolving around community to an idea revolving around one person: the person coming out. I admit I’m a little sorry to see the community implications be lost to the phrase, but the LGBTQIA+ community has shown itself to be enduring regardless of the language used to describe it[4].

 However, I don’t like using coming out to describe things other than identity, and I am about to explain why.

SITUATION VS IDENTITY: WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?

 As I’ve previously stated, I battle a mental illness – PTSD. I also have dealt with sexual assault and being born under the poverty line. All of these are situations.

The thing about situations, especially ones which are bad, and especially ones that deal with mental health, is that they mess with one’s head. Depression, anxiety, PTSD, addiction: all of them work really hard to make one feel like one is defined by them, that there’s no coming out of the hole one is in, there’s no light at the end of the tunnel.

In fact, when attempting to encourage other friends to get help for mental illness (including addiction), one of the biggest struggles I come across is just convincing them that they will exist when the illness is treated. Mental illness works to convince the sufferer that the illness is their personality. Neil Hilborn put it this way: “I'd still be me without it but I'd be so boring.” (Hilborn)[5]  

When we place coming out about identity in the same space as coming out about situations, we run the risk of mistaking situations with identity. This puts sexual orientation and gender identity on the same level as mental illness, which is a stigma the queer community has been trying to rid ourselves of for years. My Human Diseases textbook was only one edition back, but it still had Frigidity as a listed disease. The newer version still has Frigidity, but at least it has a portion that states that if a person identifies as asexual, it may be assumed that their lack of interest in sex is not considered an affliction or disease.

Often the first step to addressing a situation is to accept that it has happened and then refuse it access to defining one’s identity. Some situations can’t be fixed. My history of sexual abuse isn’t going to go away. But it’s also not something I was born with, and it doesn’t have to be carried throughout my entire life as though I were now identified by my pain. My PTSD is a syndrome, a disease, one which I can manage with therapy and self-care and medication. I have accepted I have it: now I treat it and refuse it control over who I am.

To allow a situation to become an identity often leads to accepting a situation as unchangeable. Identity never changes. I accept that the plight of the undocumented is a situation. I refuse to make it an identity: to do so would be to assume that America cannot change the issue. In the same way, I refuse to accept mental illnesses (including addiction), traumas like abuse, and other situations like poverty or broken homes as identities. They can be addressed, treated, prevented, changed. In fact, we owe it to society to work to change them.

However, if you try to change my identity? You can try. You can try to pry the queer off me with a crowbar. I’ve been threatened with corrective rape before, but I can tell you what it would do: absolutely nothing. I’m here. I’m queer. Nothing’s going to change that, and what’s more? Nothing should. Identity is made to be accepted, not addressed, not changed, not fought[6]. It is deeper than our DNA.

This is my issue with using coming out to address both sexuality and sexual abuse, or mental illness and gender, in the same class. If you’d named the course Dealing with Stigma: an Exploration into Facing Society’s Expectations, or some such title, you’d have done perfectly well. A person explaining their sexuality to disbelieving parents does have a lot in common with a person explaining that they need therapy to parents who don’t believe in ‘big pharma’. There’s an overlap in experience, and I don’t deny that in the least. However, I very firmly believe that using coming out to describe that experience disservices both those who are dealing with situations and those who are revealing identity: in the case of the LGBTQIA+ community, it puts our identities in the same, ‘curable’, ‘treatable’ space as diseases, and in the case of those struggling with situations, it places those situations in an unchallengeable space that should be reserved for identities.

CONCLUSION

Everyone has situations and identities. They overlap, they intertwine, identity leading prejudice leading to situation: race has racism leading to poverty, queerness has phobias leading to abuse. There’s a lot to be said for those who have to deal with the stigmas, assumptions, and prejudice from both identities and situations, but they shouldn’t be equalised. We deserve better than to make our situations part of our inherent being, and we deserve to hold our identities unquestioned.


 

BIBLIOGRAPHY

"The Future" (NPS 2013). Perf. Neil Hilborn. Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xUEg2WxGqQ, 2013. Spoken Word Poetry.

Babraw, Kasandra. What We Mean When We Talk About Coming Out (Of The Closet). n.d. 20 January 2019. <https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/2018/10/213732/coming-out-meaning-history-origin>.

Grace, Maria. ‘Coming Out’ in Jane Austen’s World. n.d. 20 January 2019. <http://randombitsoffascination.com/2016/09/22/coming-out-in-jane-austens-world/>.

 

 



[1] Sometimes the better word is addressable, because many people think ‘treatment’ means ‘cure’, but in this case I consider ‘treatment’ more like the treatment for a lifelong diabetic: it’s a constant addressing and mediating of the situation as it stands.

[2] I didn’t feel like looking up both the passage in the book and the historical paper I read on this, so here’s an article summary.

[3] I use the word ‘queer’ because the trans community was, in many ways, overlapped by the gay community. The modern conception of gay and trans was very different and in some ways more fluid, and therefore I choose not to separate them here. (Queer bar culture in New York, and even further back, the queer ‘clubs’ of Oscar Wilde’s time, all had a mix of gay, bi, trans, and other groups which challenged society’s ‘straight’ concept of gender/sexual identity.)

[4] I also wish we were a little more aware of where we got the term: the culture of queer men has a history of taking ideas from women. This is wonderful because femininity is a gorgeous freedom of expression and should be spread everywhere. But considering that queer men have misogyny issues in the same way as straight men do, I feel the least that can be done is to ‘cite the sources’ for where ideas came from.

[5] Please watch the whole poem, it’s excellent and heart wrenching.

[6] I say this understanding that identities include fluidity. Sexuality and gender identity can be fluid by their very nature: they still aren’t going to change by outside efforts, nor should we attempt to do so.

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[profile] terribleminds posted: Not Being Inclusive Is Also A Political Choice – Chuck Wendig: Terribleminds

1. everything is forced in a story because they’re not magic

2. stories are not a natural state and so nothing occurs naturally within them, nor can they “call for” anything

3. inclusivity is part of good storytelling

4. not being inclusive is also a political choice



On the concept of 'default' in media. As someone who grew up reading far too much white male fiction, I have to consciously change that 'default' when writing, which I'm finding to be extremely enlightening about making me face subconscious bigotry and pride. After all, if I don't want to be diverse, I'm an arse and not really portraying the world I know, and if I'm afraid to be diverse because I'm worried I'll be called out for inaccuracy, it means I'm too prideful to ask (and pay) beta readers and sensitivity readers: which once again means I have a problem.

Accepting that I don't know everyone's experience and advocating their voices is political, but so is refusing to listen.
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[personal profile] greywash posted: but what does whisperspace mean to YOU?

It's like whisperspace invites the reader to read a thing—a single, discrete object called a "post," which happens to have a, like, formatting signal in it that part of it should be read differently from the rest—literally with two minds: "read this bit with your art brain; okay, now read this bit with your friend brain."



I really liked this discussion on whisperspace, and how talking in the tags brought a different aspect of posting to social media.

Musings

Jan. 18th, 2019 09:16 pm
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Knitting:
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Writing:
I did write a response on the Sherlock Kinkmeme which I crossposted to Ficlet Friday, not to shamelessly plug my own comms or anything.

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School:
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Plants:
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Guys, the only thing I used to do back in the day on LJ was the kinkmeme. I wasn't huge on LJ but that managed to get me there. I love prompt!fic. I really, really do.

The LJ kinkmeme eventually moved to DW, and died a sad death sometime in 2015, from the looks of the old page. RIP. You were a wild ride of joyous goodness.

Anyway, I'm starting a new one. All iterations of Holmes, all ships, with anon commenting and filling, because otherwise content policing gets nuts and like a kinkmeme isn't about that.

I'm going to need a way out of uni-brain over this next term. I'm terrified of this term. I used to mindlessly scroll Tumblr to look at pictures, but Tumblr's dead and also that wasn't great for my writing skills. So if it's a prompt I'm comfortable filling (don't like, don't fill is the motto) I'm gonna try writing prompt fic instead! Basically, if you're hesitant, consider this meme a place to just prompt me for fic, really.

Also: if you're hesitating because you're thinking of gen fic and saw the word 'kink': please leave your gen prompts too! They're absolutely welcome.
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I realised there's a lot of new people in my circle now, so I'm going to unabashedly plug [community profile] ficletfriday.

If you're coming from Tumblr, the best way to explain Ficlet Fridays is that it's similar to Smut Sundays, but with no requirement for smut. Smut is welcome, but not necessary.

Main idea? Join the comm, and on Fridays, post a ficlet! It doesn't have to be brand-new: if you want to direct us to a ficlet you wrote and have on Ao3, that's fine, just don't post the same ficlet twice in the comm. Tag appropriately, et voila!

You're not required to participate every week. Hell, if you don't want to participate at all but still want to subscribe and see everybody's ficlets, go ahead!

The rest of the rules, which are mostly just housekeeping like tagging rules, are all found here.
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I've been unproductive most of break, and then this week hit and suddenly I was able to write again? It's bizarre. I've had two yet-to-be-posted Venom fics, another chapter of Posh Boy, a chapter of my unposted pirate AU, and a submission for the Spark newsletter.

I've not been this productive in ages, so I'm gonna try to ride the wave and work on some email replies and thesis writing, as well as some more fic chapters, before I'm once again stuck in classrooms.

Update!

Jan. 8th, 2019 03:33 pm
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Posh Boy (7231 words) by Aelfay
Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Pretty Woman (1990)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Molly Hooper
Additional Tags: Soft sex, Alternate Universe - Pretty Woman Fusion, Alternate Universe - Escorts, Dom/sub Undertones
Summary:

John Watson as a professional prostitute? You fucking know he's not bending his pride to be one. John Watson got back from the war, decided civilian life was boring, and took a dangerous job deliberately. John Watson, prostitute, has actively helped very powerful men stumble their way into prison because they treated other sex workers badly and John Watson doesn't Stand for that. John Watson is teased about being "a John" but he's not really one, he just sees people who end up in this life not because they had a choice but because they were tossed onto the streets, and he bandages them up and he gives them tips and if they don't want to sell their sex he finds them other jobs.
John Watson is a sex worker in the same way that Olympic ice skaters are just people who slide around on ice.

Sherlock Holmes, who inherited a business from his father and lets his brother run it and hates the upper-class nonsense he's stuck in because he wants to make a difference in the world, Sherlock Holmes who owns an entire estate but prefers to live in a flat rented by an old lady in the middle of London, Sherlock Holmes -- stalls out a car on a street corner in Soho at 3 am. And meets John Watson.


New chapter is up!





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My notebook, computer, and a Winnie-The-Pooh

 
First things First: This is a Winnie-The-Pooh. If you're not lactose-allergic and over a year old, you can have one by asking your local barista for a honey milk steamer. They are delicious and worth getting.

Anyway; time for an update. New Year's passed uneventfully, with me doing very little except finishing a teddy bear (pictures will be up once the friend it's gifted to receives him) and tailoring a pair of the Lego Man's trousers to fit. It's very basic tailoring, but who cares so long as they work. (Lego Man has an arse and trousers tend to be huge around the leg when the waist fits.)

Today I applied for an internship for the summer, and I intend to write some fic if I can get brain to focus long enough to make it happen. I'm in a nice little coffee shop so I've no reason not to (it's BEE THEMED. I love bees.)

Happy New Year to everyone here! I hope to see you all thriving in 2019.


P.S. Lego Man asked what our mood was for 2019. I told him "playing TSA". He asked what I meant.
"Watching 2018 go through security. Leave the bullshit behind, sir, you can't bring that through. No, sir. Take off your shoes. You have to empty your water bottle or leave it. Racism MUST be left behind the gate please! ALL BULLSHITTERY TO THE BINS."
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Some plot movement is happening! And Sherlock's a mess. 

Posh Boy
(5357 words) by Aelfay
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Pretty Woman (1990)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Molly Hooper
Additional Tags: Soft sex, Alternate Universe - Pretty Woman Fusion, Alternate Universe - Escorts, Dom/sub Undertones
Summary:

John Watson as a professional prostitute? You fucking know he's not bending his pride to be one. John Watson got back from the war, decided civilian life was boring, and took a dangerous job deliberately. John Watson, prostitute, has actively helped very powerful men stumble their way into prison because they treated other sex workers badly and John Watson doesn't Stand for that. John Watson is teased about being "a John" but he's not really one, he just sees people who end up in this life not because they had a choice but because they were tossed onto the streets, and he bandages them up and he gives them tips and if they don't want to sell their sex he finds them other jobs.
John Watson is a sex worker in the same way that Olympic ice skaters are just people who slide around on ice.

Sherlock Holmes, who inherited a business from his father and lets his brother run it and hates the upper-class nonsense he's stuck in because he wants to make a difference in the world, Sherlock Holmes who owns an entire estate but prefers to live in a flat rented by an old lady in the middle of London, Sherlock Holmes -- stalls out a car on a street corner in Soho at 3 am. And meets John Watson.

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I have finished my socks! These only took me half a year, between the tiny yarn that has a terrible habit of burring onto itself, and university taking my time.

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And I finished a chapter of Posh Boy! Just waiting on my beta.
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 Today is a "I'm going to clean the bathroom and then have a bath to celebrate" sort of day, which is amazing and excellent because I haven't had a day to do those things since summer. However, my bathroom has terrible airflow, so I'm also stuck taking breaks regularly so I don't, y'know, die from bleach and cleaner fumes. 

So what am I to do while waiting but write some fic? And edit some fic? And work on those masterposts? 

Today is such a good day. 

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Chapter three is finally up!

Posh Boy
(4223 words) by Aelfay
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Pretty Woman (1990)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Molly Hooper
Additional Tags: Soft sex, Alternate Universe - Pretty Woman Fusion, Alternate Universe - Escorts, Dom/sub Undertones
Summary:

John Watson as a professional prostitute? You fucking know he's not bending his pride to be one. John Watson got back from the war, decided civilian life was boring, and took a dangerous job deliberately. John Watson, prostitute, has actively helped very powerful men stumble their way into prison because they treated other sex workers badly and John Watson doesn't Stand for that. John Watson is teased about being "a John" but he's not really one, he just sees people who end up in this life not because they had a choice but because they were tossed onto the streets, and he bandages them up and he gives them tips and if they don't want to sell their sex he finds them other jobs.
John Watson is a sex worker in the same way that Olympic ice skaters are just people who slide around on ice.

Sherlock Holmes, who inherited a business from his father and lets his brother run it and hates the upper-class nonsense he's stuck in because he wants to make a difference in the world, Sherlock Holmes who owns an entire estate but prefers to live in a flat rented by an old lady in the middle of London, Sherlock Holmes -- stalls out a car on a street corner in Soho at 3 am. And meets John Watson.


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I'm so pleased I finished this. Not beta-read, but it's up after I edited it twice, so hopefully I didn't miss anything egregious. My boys are finally together and happy.



Take Care of Me (Scenario 52-B) (10789 words) by Aelfay
Chapters: 7/7
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade
Additional Tags: Skin Hunger, torture mention, Gentle Sex, Light Dom/sub, Vulnerable Mycroft, Protective Greg
Summary:

Following an MI6 mission gone wrong, Mycroft Holmes has physically but not mentally recovered. Struggling to adjust to personal contact, he finds himself craving closeness. Will Greg help him to heal?
(Soft PWP, touch-starved Mycroft, gentle Greg.)

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So I've posted the first ficlet to the Ficlet Friday community. Going to confess this is one that's been on my hard drive for a while; I have no time to write at the moment. Still, it's up, and the community and Ao3 collection are officially started! So that's fun. 
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When I'm done with my notes for this class I'm seriously considering scanning them all and putting them into a downloadable free PDF for anyone who wants them. Cause A) I'm proud of how pretty they are and B) this class is hell, I wish I'd had something like this.