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lunawho
03 July 2014 @ 02:33 am
Hola flisters!  (Or whichever ones have been crazy enough to hang around when I rarely post.)

Here's the quick list of what's kept me away from LJ for so long.

1) I've given up writing.  It was a hard choice and I miss it every day, but I put a lot of effort into my writing and I tend to get involved in such small fandoms that there was rarely any payoff (it felt like.)  And when I DID get reviews, it seemed to consist of people telling me how horrible my writing was.  So, I decided to do everyone a favour and stop.

2) I make a buttload of fanmixes to make up for it.

3) There is a good chance that I will be promoted to my boss' position when she retires at the end of August.  It's not definite of course, but I've received nothing but encouragement toward applying for it, both from her and the Central Branch.  It's auspicious if nothing else.

4) I leave for Ireland in three days!  And I get to stay for 2 FULL WEEKS.  It'll be heaven. And not only is it exciting cos I've paid for the whole trip BY MYSELF (I now feel like an adult), but I get to hang out with marymc IN PERSON.  After YEARS of being pen pals and stalking each other via numerous social media outlets, lol.  Here's hoping she doesn't hate my guts after being stuck with my insanity for two weeks.  ;)

I just have to make it through two plane trips first, which is always nerve wracking for me.  I'm not an easy going flyer.  I always assume that I'm either going to be abducted by terrorists (the fact that I'm flying with United out of Dulles doesn't help there) or that I'm going to be on one of those rare, unlucky planes that crashes.  I plan to take a sleepy pill just before take off, that way if something DOES happen, I won't be conscious anyway.  And when I get to either Heaven or Hell (probably Hell), it'll just feel like one really long dream I can't wake up from.  So, pray for me, send me good thoughts/karma, whatever you believe in.  Cos I'm going to be a tense bundle of nerves until I land safely in Dublin.

I will either write small entries detailing my crazy adventures (as I did when I was in Germany a few years ago), or I will write one MASSIVE entry when I return.  Stay safe, friends!  And, to all my American buddies, have a safe and fun Independence Day!
 
 
lunawho
I got a request via Tumblr from ninedw17, asking me for a "Rose Tyler, post-Doomsday story, where she calls Ten in the TARDIS from her Super-phone."  I've barely written any DW in three years, so I actually got really excited to try it out.  This is what I came up with, so I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: K+ for some light language
Genre: Angst, Drama
Spoilers: through 2x13 "Doomsday," with some references made to 3x13 "Last of the Time Lords" and the general plot of s04
Disclaimer: Rose Tyler and her friends belong to Russell T. Davies and the BBC, and the title of the fic is from the song '39 by Queen, which always makes me think of Doctor/Rose

Write Your Letters (In the Sand)


Rose liked to do the impossible. The most impossible thing she ever did was make a certain phone call.Collapse )

 
 
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Fandom: The Nightmare Before Christmas
Rating: G, or K
Summary: "Sally's first awareness was a feeling of being bound; not only by the restraints at her wrists, but of feeling trapped inside a world too small." Sally's first night of existence in Halloween Town.
Genre: Drama, Friendship, Character Study
Disclaimer: Halloween Town and its citizens belong to Tim Burton and Disney.  The title of the fic is taken from the opening line of  David Bowie's "Life on Mars," which I was listening to pretty much nonstop whenever I've gotten the urge to work on this story over the last 4 years.

A/N: Not altogether happy with the way this fic turned out, but that's mainly due to the fact that I've been in love with it since it came out when I was six years old, and I've always been hesitant to touch it for said reason.  I haven't managed to do justice to the film in any way, shape or form, but I wanted to do SOMETHING for it since this year was its 20th anniversary, and the movie has meant so much to me for most of my life.  Hopefully it's not as awful as I think, and you can get SOME enjoyment out of it.

It is a sad state of affairs indeed that most living beings in the universe have no memory of their first thoughts upon entering that universe.Collapse )

Let me know what you think!
 
 
lunawho
So, my best friend jack_is_love17 is at NYCC this weekend.  At about noon this afternoon, I got a phone call from her that someone wanted to speak to me.

And whom was said person?

Only GREG GRUNBERG!!  And he refused to tell me his name of course, so I spent the first minute trying to figure out who he was based on the obscure clues he gave me, and then he was saying something to my friend and the way he said it sounded so much like his tv character Eric Weiss on Alias that I was finally able to place him and say his name without worrying about accidentally thinking it was the wrong person.

I seriously have followed this man's work since I was 14 (I'm 26 now), and getting to speak to him made it feel like I was speaking to every tv and film character of his that he's ever played.  I'm pretty sure I made a legitimate idiot of myself, but I can't even bring myself to care.  How often can someone say that they got to speak to one of their heroes/favourite people/favourite actors without ever visiting a fan con?

7 hours later, and I am still DYING over it.  And he signed one of his pictures for me and gave me a personalized message on it, which my friend will give me the next time she sees me.  Just...a;sdkf;asi;arl;kjas;f.

Never getting over it.  It's never going to happen.  My inner Bad Robot Productions fangirl cannot handle it (Greg is JJ Abrams' best friend and stars or guest stars in every major Abrams production, minus Fringe which he was never able to be in due to filming conflicts with Heroes through the bulk of Fringe's production.)

I now want to re-watch all my shows/films with Greg Grunberg in them.  That could take a while...
 
 
Current Mood: ecstaticecstatic
 
 
lunawho
The second of two fanfics I forgot to post a long time ago.

Fandom: Shades of London
Spoilers: through The Madness Underneath
Rating: K+
Genre: Friendship, Angst, Drama, Supernatural
Characters: Rory, Stephen, Dr Smith (an original character)
Summary: Rory is in the mad house, Stephen is unbeatable at checkers, and Dr Smith is a spy.  That's how Rory sees the world anyway, but does that mean that's really the way it is?  Third in the Re-Arrange 'verse.
Disclaimer: Shades of London and its characters belong to Maureen Johnson.  The title of the story is a famous line from the novel One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey.

Is there any part of this made-up story that could be told as truth and not get me sectioned? Oh wait....too late!Collapse )

 
 
 
lunawho
09 September 2013 @ 04:16 am
I posted this to Tumblr and ff.net AGES ago, but forgot to post it here.  (As well as the next post I'll make after this one, which was a sequel to this story.)

Fandom: Shades of London
Characters: Rory, Boo, Callum, Mr Thorpe
Spoilers: through The Madness Underneath
Summary: "Rory couldn't help but think that British funerals were a lot more sombre than any funerals she had been present at in Louisiana."  Part of my previously discussed "Re-Arrange" 'verse and set before Re-Arrange Me Til I'm Sane
Disclaimer: Shades of London and its characters belong to Maureen Johnson.  The title of the fic is from an old children's song made popular in the 1962 film "The Innocents."  It has little to do with the action of the story, but listening to it around the clock while writing it in my head gave me a sense of atmosphere.  It's easily the creepiest children's song I've ever heard.
Rating: K

The lack of ghosts had surprised her at first.Collapse )

 
 
lunawho
30 July 2013 @ 10:47 pm
They refunded all my money back to me.  I have money again!  HUZZAH!
 
 
lunawho
30 July 2013 @ 02:00 am
Someone hacked my bank account and took all my life savings.  Almost two years of saving up money so that I can travel abroad again on my own terms, and because of one (insert every cursing combination of insults you can think of here) it's all for nothing.

Thank you, universe, for reminding me why I don't like humanity as a whole.
 
 
Current Mood: angryangry
Current Music: Fuck You by Lily Allen
 
 
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Okay, some explanation.  This is just a snippet of something I mentioned working on well over a year ago.  With the announcement that was made recently, I decided I better get the ball moving on actually getting the story from my head to the paper.  While I am not a very big fan of Eleven's era in terms of overall story telling, and I hate how Moffat's sexism has worked its way into my favourite television character, I am a rather large fan of Eleven as a Doctor on the whole.  (Minus the whole sexism thing he's got going.)  And I can't stop shipping Doctor/Rose no matter what I do apparently.  And, let's face it, I'm firmly of the opinion that Olivia Dunham was BORN to be a companion and if the Doctor ever really met her, he would agree with me.  But she still has to end up with Peter.  Throw in some lovely plot work that I have planned within the first couple of chapters, and here we are.  What I'm not sure about is if there's any interest in this story.  So PLEASE just leave me some feedback and let me know if this sounds interesting at all.  Thanks, flisters!                                                                                                     




                                                                                                              Inside Straights

It"s your name, Olivia. But it"s so much more than a mere mess of sounds.Collapse )

 
 
lunawho
24 April 2013 @ 12:58 am
Since my fandoms have been kind of dead for the last few days, I've spent what little free time I have watching s02 of Dallas.  (I watched s01 as it aired, but I fell behind very quickly on s02).  I just watched episode 8, which is J.R.'s funeral episode.  I spent literally the entire hour crying.  I mean...WTF is wrong with me?