Sometimes I lose track of where all my internet friends are from. Do I have any internet friends in Toronto?
Definitely putting that on a coffee mug next.
This is why ellabellbee is still alive
I own you, bitch.
racethewind10 tagged me to post one sentence from 3 of my WIPs without context, and I’m terrible at following directions. So I’m posting slightly more than a sentence for each.
1) “Ah,” Emily replied with a flourish. “So you’re the knight in shining armor who’s going to keep young Caitlin safe from bandits, hooligans, ruffians, and even the most-dangerous –” she leaned into Myka, Caitlin, and Adelaide and said with a conspiratorial whisper, “reporters.”
2) There were a few books and series, though, that she kept going back to, and each time she read them she didn’t know if they made her feel better or worse. They were always the ones with time travel. They were always the ones about immortality. And they were always the ones that hurt the most when she got to the end, and she still wasn’t saved.
3) She paused where she was, her heart beating in the throat, terrified that she had woken the other woman, but with a puff of air, Myka simply turned her head in her pillow, and remained asleep.
(I’m not tagging anyone because I kind of lost track of who has already done it, especially in the Bering & Wells fandom. Um, how about I just tag alinaandalion then. And anyone else who wants to play.)
A massive hurricane is currently tearing up the ocean just off the coast of Mexico…
This is the blog post that goes with the tweets I posted earlier. I know Wheaton isn’t perfect, but I appreciate a lot of what he has to say about media, and the relationships between content creators and companies like Syfy and their parent companies like
that bag of dicksComcast. And because I spend an increasing amount of time on this blog discussing gate-keeping and decision making power in the media industry, I’m passing this along. Its short, its a good read and it drives home pretty clearly just how little power content creators (and also people like actors, writers, etc) really have at the end of the day in a lot of situations.
Pay special attention to his conversation with the executive about the cancellation of his show, and how there were a lot of things he didn’t say because he knew the exec already knew them. syfy fucks up a lot of things (promotion being a consistent problem, it seems), but they’re rarely the actual entity that cancels shows.
Thanks, Joanne Kelly, for setting the record, er…straight! :)
#Man that is interesting#because the actors ship it but the writers don’t#and that just says a lot because like#Pyka got the canon#but Bering and Wells got the real romantic development#and by writing HG off with a female love interest they basically paint Pyka as a consolation prize#Pyka got the kiss but B&W got the really rich layered story across multiple seasons (dealanexmachina summing up why I don’t have it within me to be truly bitter; it was a hell of a ride.)
Joanne Kelly is to Pyka what Nathan Fillion is to Firefly being cancelled
Warehouse 13 Fanfic: the role she was cast: Chapter 2
Pairings: Bering and Wells
Word Count: ~1600
Notes: Remember last week webgeekist yelled at me to write her fic, and then I did? I accidentally wrote another fic in the same universe. Thanks to typey for the beta, and web for telling me to post it. Chapter 1 post found here.
Summary: Takes place as if written between S4 and S5. Cancer arc. Helena confronts some emotions about Myka’s cancer and their new relationship. Pete entertains a recovering Myka by being silly. (that part stayed the same.)
so here’s a fun story about this movie. guess who loves this movie? me! i do! i love this movie. i love this movie so much that when i was in the 7th grade and i saw “first wives club 2” on pay per view i was like: HELL YEAH!! FIRST WIVES CLUB TWO!! NO ONE TOLD ME THERE WAS A SEQUEL!!!
here’s the synopsis for first wives club 2:
disgruntled first wives take their ex-husbands’ new lovers under their wing.
sounds great, right? awesome viewing material for a precocious 11-year-old.
so i buy this movie, and like, three minutes into it i’m starting to feel suspicious?? like it’s really low quality and my girls are nowhere in sight?? how come none of the first wives are the same?? how come they’re alone in a bedroom with mood lighting?? why is she taking off her shirt?? why are they both taking off their shirts?? WHY ARE THEY—
here’s what i did not know about first wives club 2:
- it is a lesbian porno of no relation to the beloved 1996 classic.
so of course i, horrified that i’ve accidentally bought porn on my family’s account (and in that state of panic that kids work themselves into whenever anything regarding sex is mentioned), quickly shut off the TV and go upstairs and watch an episode of veggie tales to like, cleanse my soul and apologize to jesus, and that’s that.
EXCEPT, OF COURSE:
- you have to pay for pay per view.
so the end of the month comes and i have completely put this incident out of my mind, haha, i accidentally bought porn, how funny, TELL NO ONE. right? and i’m sitting at a nice dinner with my mother, my stepfather, and my very religious aunt deb, and we’re just talking about farm things, whatever, when suddenly my mother puts her fork down and says, “okay, there’s something we need to discuss. as a family.”
- AS A FAMILY.
and i’m like, running through a list of people i know who could conceivably be dead, and fantasizing about my mother announcing that she’s going to buy me My Own Computer Just Because U Earned It Kiddo, and she pulls out a piece of paper that says DIRECTV across the top. and i’m like: OH NO.
"i received the tv bill today," my mother said, and i was like, shoveling potatoes into my mouth as fast as i could because i knew that when i went to PORN PRISON they weren’t going to feed me this kind of quality starch. "does anybody want to tell me who purchased the pornography?"
as a reminder, a quick table survey:
- my mother, surprised and disappointed by the porn bill (innocent)
- my stepfather, a grumbly old cowboy who just wants to sing along to kenny chesney and watch the hunt for red october (innocent)
- my aunt deb, a super religious catholic whose best friend is a nun named Sister Placid (innocent)
- me, the 11-year-old with a mouthful of potatoes who definitely purchased the lesbian pornography
my mother said, “i’m not going to ask again.”
my aunt looked at my stepdad. my stepdad looked at my aunt. NOBODY LOOKED AT ME, THE 11-YEAR-OLD WITH A MOUTHFUL OF POTATOES WHO DEFINITELY PURCHASED THE LESBIAN PORNOGRAPHY.
my mother shook her head and put the bill down. “this was incredibly inappropriate,” she said. “skip, deb, whoever. buy that shit on your own time. i’m not paying for it. what if molly had seen it?”
- WHAT IF MOLLY HAD SEEN IT?
"don’t expose my kid to that crap."
- MY KID
- TO THAT CRAP
"if you want to watch porn, fine, but do it in private and don’t expect me to pay for it. i can’t believe one of you did that in the living room."
- I CAN’T BELIEVE ONE OF YOU DID THAT
- IN THE LIVING ROOM
but molly, why didn’t you own up to it and explain that it was an accident?
- are you fucking kidding
- i did not want to go to porn prison
the fun conclusion to this story is that i never owned up to it, which means that there are 3 people in the world who have not solved the mystery of the lesbian porn. a quick survey:
- my mother, who lives every day wondering whose porn she paid for
- my stepfather, who probably wishes he knew less about his wife’s sister’s porn preferences
- my aunt, who probably wishes she knew less about her sister’s husband’s porn preferences
but molly, why don’t you own up to it now, with the safety of time and distance and the knowledge that porn prison isn’t real?
- are you fucking kidding
- this is the best thing i’ve ever done
what an amazing story
READ IT. READ IT ALL.
This is a story about Myka and Emily Lake. It takes place in a universe that is not precisely alternate; it was part of my season 4 fixit (Sleeping/Boone). Then amatterofcomplication and ellabellbee wanted more of Myka and Emily, so I wrote Together (part 1, part 2, and part 3) and Sustenance for them. This is more of that, slightly less lighthearted perhaps, but amatterofcomplication brought up some very interesting issues a while ago, and I ran with those. The jokes will make little sense if you haven’t read “Together,” but what you mostly need to know is this: Myka left the Secret Service after Sam died and became a teacher of second-graders in Boone, Wisconsin. Emily Lake—the Janus-coined Emily Lake we met in Cheyenne, Wyoming, she of no memory and an American accent—then arrived in Boone to teach literature to high schoolers. They fell for each other in a big way.
Myka doesn’t like fireworks.
Gunshots hide far too easily amongst their explosions. Myka’s never seen any statistics on this, but she would be willing to bet that there’s an uptick in protectees and agents getting themselves taken down on the fourth of damn July.
So she is extremely ambivalent about the upcoming Boone City Park fireworks display that she has tried and failed to talk Emily out of attending. They’d had no choice about going to the school’s Spring Carnival, back in April—and Myka did have to admit that that had turned out astonishingly well. Emily has argued that they owe it to their students, even to the town, to go to these big events, even if they aren’t technically linked to the school. Further, she has argued, the fireworks are clearly The Event of the summer.
Myka wonders whether Boone has An Event for every season. She hadn’t been paying much attention to Events when she first came to this town… too much past was in her way, for one thing, and she was trying to keep up with too many second-graders as well. She does envy Emily her high-school students, even beyond the fact that she’s teaching them literature, but Emily has said that although the grass may look greener, the romantic crises alone are enough to make her want to wave a wand and turn them all into second-graders. Or otters. (When she said “otters,” Myka kissed her.)
Warehouse 13 Fanfic: the role she was cast.
Pairings: Bering and Wells
Word Count: ~2100
Notes: webgeekist yelled at me to write her fic, and this is what happened. Thanks to typey for the beta, and to web for telling me to post it.
Summary: Takes place as if written between S4 and S5. Cancer arc. Helena returns to the Warehouse to help, but doesn’t quite know how to talk to Myka. Pete entertains a recovering Myka by being silly.
// Queens of Las Vegas - ellabellbee requested Stacie Monroe & Sophie Devereaux, Hustle/Leverage crossover, and I thought which city could possibly hold the both of them at the same time if not Las Vegas.
…I’ll see myself out… :P
BUT THE GOOGLEY EYED POST IT
(Disclaimer: I’m not a writer, but when I do write, I have tended towards the absurd.)
You haven’t really had the best of lives. Most of it has been stuck under a whole stack of siblings which isn’t exactly conducive to a good quality of life. But it could be worse. Twice a year “exams” come around and suddenly heavy breathing and other weird human noises (often made by one person, occasionally by more than one, they seemed happy enough doing it) is replaced with the scribbling of pens, less pleasurable groaning and a reduction in the weight above your head. It’s the best time of year.
Then, in summer - a quiet time for the life of a post-it, y’know - your little stack is lifted. A voice, a new one, is enthusing over you. A slight weight is lifted as another sibling is put to use and you finally see light.
You’ve never exactly seen a human before, but you’re pretty sure this is a good specimen. You like her anyway. In your time in the shop or Gary’s room, you have never heard anyone this appreciative of the work you do. You can’t even grudge her when she pockets you. This woman may actually put you to good use. Maybe she’ll give the curly-haired woman her number using you. You have heard enough in your time as a note-in-waiting to know that looks like those two are giving each other… phone numbers and heavy breathing follow.
A lot seems to be happening and life in H.G.’s pocket is a lot more… active than life on Gary’s desk. She spends a lot of time taking her jacket on and off and hitting people and flirting with ‘Myka’. Not that the latter involved an awful lot of movement, you’re just really hoping for that phone number.
You get better.
It’s not just a phone number, not even a phone number. It’s romance. You’re left on a gift, and the look on Myka’s face… this is the work a sticky note was born for.
KEEP IT. YOU CAN OWE ME.
She carefully tucks you away in a bag (you’re not screwed up, you’re handled as gently as the grappler you are stored beside) for the longest journey you’ve ever taken. You felt a flash of jealousy when Helena left you, taking the stack with her, but now you know you’re the winner. She’s not going to throw you. She won’t.
Six years later…
You’re a bookmark. You’ve been living in The Time Machine since Myka chose to keep you. You see light, and a face that is too often sad (maybe H.G. should have given her a phone number, she does seem to ask you where H.G. - Helena - is an awful lot), more than most sticky notes you’ve heard of. It’s a better life than it started.
But Myka takes you out of the cover this time, and she doesn’t look sad, but you are nonetheless nervous. Maybe it’s time. You hope she’ll at least put you in the recycling. That Pete would probably just chuck you in ‘general waste’.
No, she’ll surely recycle you.
She does. But not in the way you expected. She places you on a table, by a beautifully made meal, and a small silver band is placed on top of you.
And you finally see Helena again (you’ve heard her, but Myka hasn;t needed to take you out since she returned, lots of heavy breathing), and she is almost as enthusiastic over this gift as she once was over you. Almost. She also seems delighted to see you again.
"You kept it," she speaks softly, glancing from you to your friend of six year. "I don’t think it affixes to objects any more though."
"It’s done a lot more."