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17 April 2019 @ 11:57 pm
Hola, friends!

So, a couple of posts ago, I was talking about the horribleness of my life situation.  As my last post said, things are starting to turn around for me.  Oh, and btw, I did go on that trip to Lebanon and Austria, and it was totally amazing, and I hope to be able to write more indepth about my experiences there soon, but that is not the intent of this particular blog post.

I was pretty upset back in December, and I had been upset in November as well, when they first announced that BTSR would be closing (to say nothing of the notice about immediate closure.)  In the last few weeks, I've been attempting to remind myself about better things in 2018; I don't want my entire memory of that year to be clouded over with that one bad memory, terrible though it may be.  So, I sat down recently and thought about the experiences and treasures that have saved my memory of 2018.  Because it was NOT all miserable, despite what my more recent memories would have me think.

Item 1: Traveling to El Salvador in January 2018 for my Missions Immersion Experience at BTSR.
 -----> This was an unbelievable experience.  Not only was it my first opportunity in my life to work on an international mission project, but it concerned a topic very close to my heart -- immigration and the after effects of civil war.  Now, we did not do the typical humanitarian short term aid that normally characterizes international mission projects, nor did we run a VBS or anything like that.  We simply went and listened to the stories of various groups in El Salvador  -- the families that had a parent or spouse or child in the US that was working to send money back to family, returnados who are living in fear for their lives after being threatened by gangs, political leaders who are searching for ways to eliminate the need that drives the people of El Salvador to leave their home country in the first place.  We listened and learned what ways the US and the Church can better assist the nation and the people.

Item 2: Regeneration Who 4
--------> This particular fan convention is, for the most part, a classic!Who convention, and as a classic!Who nerd, it is my favourite con to go to.  (It was cancelled this year though, sadly.)  At Regen Who 4, I got to meet Mark Strickson, Sarah Sutton, Janet Fielding, John Leeson, Matthew Waterhouse, and Peter Capaldi.  I also got to meet Peter Davison for the second time (though I got his autograph this time) and Nicola Bryant for the third time (she's one of my fave people, both on and off screen.)

Item 3: Seeing Kinky Boots, Anastasia (for the 3 time), and Hello Dolly on Broadway in March
-------> My best friend jack_is_love17 and I like to travel to New York City periodically and see random shows.  She gets to go a lot more frequently than I do because she has friends who live in the city, but I take day trips at least twice a year.  (I ride the bus up, see a couple of shows and then ride the bus back down late in the evening.) We saw Kinky Boots at that time specifically because Jake Shears and Wayne Brady were doing limited run stints in key roles.  (Jake Shears was the frontman for the band Scissor Sisters and Wayne Brady is a famous improv comic.)  The show was absolutely brilliant (unsurprisingly), and even though Wayne did not stage door, Jake did.  I then was able to get his memoir signed with a personalized autograph and get a picture with him!
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That same weekend I also got to meet Victor Garber at the Hello, Dolly stage door.  He does not stage door, but he does take pictures with fans and give autographs if you meet him in the street.  So, my bff and I waited outside for him to arrive at the theatre, and then he actually stood around and chatted with us for a few minutes in addition to signing stuff for us.  I got my copy of the Godspell Soundtrack signed (which, as much as I loved him as SpyDaddy in Alias, he will always be Jesus from Godspell first and foremost to me), and he was flabbergasted that I had memorized the date he had done a cabaret performance at 54 Below (which I had gone to see him perform in and was my first real trip to NYC, back in 2012.)  He was a joy to meet and I was a bit starstruck.  My hands were shaking the whole time.

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Item 4: Being introduced to the works of Mischief Theatre Company and seeing The Play That Goes Wrong (twice)
------------> So, on May 12, I traveled to NYC (this time without my bff) and saw two plays in one day.  The first of those plays was a JJ Abrams produced play entitled The Play That Goes Wrong.  Before I saw it, I knew absolutely nothing about it; I had simply seen an interview of Abrams a couple of months previous on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert.  And when JJ said that he was the executive producer of a play, I mentally added it to my list of stage shows to go see.  (I watch anything JJ puts his name on.  ANYTHING.)  Now, this show has been in existence since 2015 (first on the West End and then it came to Broadway in 2017), but I'm listing my saving graces that I discovered in 2018, and this play was new to me.  It was so funny!  I was in tears laughing, and even after I saw it a second time (this time with my brother on his first ever trip to NYC in September of 2018), I still thought it the funniest stage show I've ever seen.  I cannot recommend it enough.  It is absolute genius.  I mean, even my brother loved it, and I can't get him to watch Anastasia the Musical to save my life.  If you like to laugh, this play is a must see.  (In truth, anything the Mischief Theatre Company writes is worth checking out.)

Item 5: Meeting Joshua Jackson
------> So, the same day that I saw The Play That Goes Wrong, I also went and saw Children of a Lesser God, which starred Joshua Jackson and Laura Ridloff.  The play was absolutely brilliant (and the fact that Josh learned sign language for the part is just amazing) and I am heartbroken that it only lasted on Broadway for a little over a month.  It deserved a much longer run, but... Anyway, that day was wet and miserable, but I was excited anyway because my bff had seen the show a few weeks before and confirmed to me that Josh does indeed stage door.  You just have to be willing to wait a couple of hours for him to come out.  And I totally did.   By the time he came out, there were only about a dozen of us waiting, but he actually chatted with each person for about 4 or 5 minutes (sometimes entirely in sign language).  I was at the end of the line, and I got him to sign my Beyond the Fringe comic (of which he was the writer on one of the stories), and I got a picture with him.  It's blurry, but still.

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For all those Fringe friends of mine, I can confirm: he is an absolute sweetheart.  He legit giggled when I pulled out my Fringe comic for him to sign and when I apologized to him about how horrible the picture would be because I suck at selfies, he said that it was better to suck at selfies because if a person is good at them then they obviously spend too much time working on them.  Then he added, "But I suck at selfies too, so I'm probably biased."  I then told him that I just wanted more of his face than mine in the photo to which he said, "Who would want to have to stare at my face?"  I was just like, "Um...have you *seen* you?!"

Yeah, I never expected to get to meet my Fringe crush, but I did!  Never gonna forget that moment.

Item 6: Snow Patrol's "Wildness"
--------> It was Snow Patrol's first album in 7 years, so I was already pretty excited about it to begin with.  I mean, it had been a long time and they are one of my favourite bands since university.  Then I got to hear the new album and I think it's their best work so far.  "Empress" was released as a single a couple of days before the album came out, and I was doing two summer session classes at Eastern Mennonite University, where I was studying peacebuilding.  If you have never heard "Empress" before, stop whatever you're doing and go listen to it.  Not only did the timing of the song's release feel like kismet, but when the shit hit the fan in November, the lyrics to Empress kept me going and reminded me why these last 2 1/2 years have been so important, with or without my Masters of Divinity degree.

Item 7: Discovering Buzzfeed Unsolved
-----------> This webseries has actually been around since 2017, but I discovered it in June of 2018 through a "you might be interested in" link on another webseries I watch.  I initially was watching the Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural series and then found out there was a whole series about Unsolved True Crimes as well.  I got so addicted...and paranoid.  Ryan Bergara and Shane Madej both saved and ruined my life in 2018.  Their antics give me endless amusement, and I am always fascinated by their breakdowns of cases and supernatural events.  But man, I sometimes also feel like the show is making me lose brain cells, lol.  (I was stoked as hell that there were 4 vids for the series on Festivids this year though.  Best news of January for me.)

Item 8: Bohemian Rhapsody
----------> I had been waiting for that movie for *literally* a decade.  It had gotten to the point where I assumed it was never going to happen, and then it finally arrived.  I know that some people have issues with the movie -- they did mess up the time line for some Queen songs -- but on the whole, I genuinely love the film.  I am a life long Queen and Freddie Mercury fan.  My dad, brother, and I have spent endless hours watching Queen documentaries and concert videos, and we had all the albums on 8 track and record and casette and cd.  I had high expectations for the film and it met all of them in a very satisfying way.  I could not have been happier that the movie defied critics' expectations and walked away with numerous awards.  Did my classic rock loving heart proud.

Item 9: Doctor Who series 11
---------------> I love Thirteen.  Could the episodes have had an overarching theme for the season?  Sure.  Were some episodes forgettable?  Yeah.  But, the same goes for every other season of the show.  None of the seasons have been perfect, and there are some real stand outs for season 11 -- Rosa was a brilliant ep, and the Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos came out the weekend before my school announced its immediate closing, so I took a lot of comfort in the Doctor's words of "Keep your faith.  Travel hopefully.  The universe will surprise you.  Constantly."

Item 10:  Riding the Cyclone at Coney Island.  My brother and I made the trek out to Coney Island in September, specifically to ride the Cyclone (we are both roller coaster enthusiasts).  It was $10 for one ride, but totally worth it.  Unlike most coasters which lose their momentum on turns, the Cyclone got faster on the turns and had more air time as it went around.  It also keeps its original safety restraints (i.e. none), so there is an element of natural danger to the experience.  Getting to Coney was a real adventure (more on that another time), but the Cyclone experience was totally worth it (and having ridden a lot of classic coasters that didn't live up to the hype, I can say that this one being worth it is a rare claim.)

Item 11: Mumford and Sons "Delta."
----------------> This album came out about 2 weeks after the initial announcement of my school's closing.  I popped the cd in, telling myself that I was not going to get emotional.  About 30 seconds into the first track and I was a sobbing mess.  Even now, this album hurts (in a good way).  It was one of those albums that feels like a gift from the universe just for me, at just the right time.  I mean, the lyrics on "Beloved" of "She believes that the Lord has a plan, but admits that it's hard to understand."  Ouch.  Sucker punch right to my current life experience.

Item 12: Netflix's "The Haunting of Hill House."
---------> I went into this series not expecting to like it AT ALL.  I am a HUGE fan of Shirley Jackson's novel and the 1962 version of The Haunting is the film by which I judge all other horror movies.  It is my favorite ghost story of all time, and when I saw the trailer for Netflix's series, it left a great deal to be desired.  Because it obviously did not follow the novel or the 1962 film adaptation in any way, shape, or form.  Still, I watched it so that I could give my honest opinion on it.  And not only was it "not bad," it was amazing.  It is not Shirley Jackson's story at all, and that's okay.  It is its own entity completely.  What I've always loved about ghost stories is what this show articulates so well -- "Houses aren't haunted.  People are."  Stephen Crain's monologue at one point about how ghosts are a lot of things, such as regret, grief, resentment, loneliness, but that most of the time a ghost is what we want to see -- a ghost is a wish -- that speaks to the heart of a good ghost story.  Add in to that, the changes that this adaptation made to the dynamics of the characters (i.e. having all of them be related instead of just psychics thrust into the same space) made the family drama into a beautiful opera.  I spent all of episodes 5 and 10 in tears, and I don't mean the silent kind, but the legitimate sobbing messy tears.  This show absolutely ruined me, and I mean that in the best way possible.  It was not what I expected, and I am so thankful for that.  Next year, they're doing an adaptation of my second favorite ghost story -- The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, which they are calling The Haunting of Bly Manor.  I cannot wait to see what the writers do with that one.  :)

These are not all the good parts of 2018.  I know I read some good books in there too somewhere, but I am drawing a blank on them right now.  There were also amazing cds put out by Lily Allen and Florence + The Machine and Muse and others.  But, well...not all of them had the same emotional impact as the ones listed.  Friends and lurkers, what spoke to you in 2018?  What got you through those tough days and difficult moments?  Leave me a rec in the comment section, and maybe I can get around to checking it out after my graduation in May. (Yes, you read that correctly.  I will actually be able to graduate, despite not thinking it was a possibility 4 months ago.)
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: Beloved by Mumford and Sons
10 February 2019 @ 05:27 pm
Hello, everyone!

First off, thank you amberfocus and sugangel7 for your supportive comments to my last post.  I was a bit emotionally raw at the time and could barely string sentences together or put my thoughts in context, so thank you for reading through it and offering comfort to me.  I may not have responded individually, but the words from you both really helped me get through the tough days of the Christmas season.

And what I have to say now will just show you how quickly things can turn around.

First, I will be graduating in May!!! I'll be losing my  justice and peacebuilding concentration in my official diploma title (that would have been an extra six credits), but I will officially have my Masters of Divinity from Baptist Theological Seminary at Richmond.  Thanks to the hard work of the Dean of Student Affairs at my now officially defunct seminary, I was able to cross-register at Eden Seminary in St. Louis, Missouri where I attend class via Zoom twice a week, and I'm doing an expedited Supervised Ministry placement (what would normally be done in Fall and Spring semesters is being done in Spring and May terms).  I also did two whirlwind J-term classes with professors who were willing to make the time to teach me even while cleaning out their offices.

BTSR had, in my opinion, the most intelligent and caring of faculty.  The way they have been treated by the Board of Trustees is nothing short of a crime.  I attended the evening worship at a local church last Sunday because one of my professors was preaching, and he promised that he and the other four full time professors at BTSR would be attending my graduation, but as friends of the graduates and not as faculty.  I am really excited because it would not feel like graduation without them, but I am also left wishing there was more I could do to repay my professors.  They've been not only great mentors and teachers, but constant friends through this amazing and turbulent three years.  The most I can think of to do for them now is to finish strong and work as hard as they would expect of me.

In other life news (though it is connected), I have a busy few weeks planned in my ministerial life.  In addition to my 15 hours of supervised ministry (wherein I am helping to plan summer advocacy camps for early elementary school children), I am scheduled to preach at different churches over the next couple of weeks.  I have my Scripture and general sermon outline planned for when I preach at Grace Baptist next week (it's on Jonah 4:1-11), but I am torn on what to preach before my father's congregation for Women's Sunday on the 24th.  I have two previously written sermons I can rework -- one on Amos 5 entitled "God is Now Here" and one from John 2 entitled "Playing Gameboy Standing in the Middle of the Grand Canyon."  Either one would work...or I could write something completely new.  What do you guys think?

I also got a very exciting email on Friday inviting me to go with the BGAV to Lebanon to help figure out how to partner with refugee ministries there and in Vienna, Austria.  I would be gone from March 15-26, and my parents are mostly concerned with me falling seriously behind on my course work right at the end of my seminary career.  I understand their concerns, but at the same time, I REALLY want to do this.  I mean, the whole point of going to seminary was to learn how to be a better missionary; I learned a lot about what kind of leader and missionary I want to be through my trip to El Salvador last January, but I always want to learn more.  In addition, the refugee migration is a global issue that is very close to my heart.  I want to help, and I want my Christianity to be an active, world community involved Christianity.  So, prayers that God makes clear to me what God wants to me to do regarding Lebanon.  I need to give them my answer soon (what with how quickly that trip is coming up.)

And in totally unrelated news (but news I am really excited about): I'll FINALLY get to see The Lightning Thief: A Percy Jackson Musical onstage next Saturday!  Woohoo!  I have been in love with that stage musical since summer of 2017 and never thought I'd get to see it live, much less with the majority of the original cast in tact.  But the show is coming to DC, and it has the same Percy, Annabeth, Clarisse, and Luke from the OBCR.  And I have a ticket for the 3pm showing next week.  *does happy dance*
Current Mood: excitedexcited
Current Music: The Day I Got Expelled -- The Lightning Thief OBCR
16 December 2018 @ 05:14 pm
Hello, flisters and newcomers.  It has been awhile.  Over four years, in point of fact.  Most of the people who would have read this post four years ago are now Tumblr or Twitter people (at least until tomorrow, at which point since explicit material is banned from both sites, both services will probably be largely silent and unused by the bulk of the internet.)  Regardless, I am writing an update now for purely selfish reasons.  As absolutely none of you know unless you're friends of mine from real life, I have been in seminary for the last 2 1/2 years.  That's why there have been no new stories (fanfiction or otherwise) posted by me on this or any other writing sites for that time.  By the time I was done writing papers on exegesis and church history and conflict analysis and theology, I did not have much motivation to write fiction.

To all those wondering what happened to my library job, in the time since I last blogged, I went from part time to full time and worked there for two years, and then I left my full time job in order to move across the state for seminary.  I went back to part time work of 20 hours a week and have been working as a school age child care teacher ever since.

That brings us to now, and the earth shattering news that I and my fellow seminarians received on Thursday.  We are closing, and the closure is happening immediately.  We had been told just before Thanksgiving that we would be closing at the end of the academic year, and the professors at our seminary had already begun working to help the students transition at the end of the year.  The school had said they would provide transitional help for us and that counseling would be offered to help the students process the sudden change.  Three weeks later, we were told that none of that would be happening.  The professors had no advance warning, and the students were told in the middle of finals week that we had no school to return to in the Spring.  In addition, there would be no chance for students to congregate together and heal together; there is to be no community grieving period at all.  When I entered BTSR three years ago, it was with confidence that I was finally on the right track -- finally answering the call God had been issuing to me my entire life -- and now the only emotion I can associate with a school that has been a fixture of my life since I was five years old is bitterness.

My emotions since Thursday have run the gamut between apathy (which is the stage I am most happy at these days) to complete grief fueled panic.  My favorite writer C.S. Lewis once wrote, "I never knew that grief felt so like fear."  Every time I feel like I have managed to talk myself into a feasible plan, another question or possibility pops up that springs me right back to the heartpounding, mind numbing panic that has characterized the last four days.  Meanwhile, as my brain fluctuates between extreme emotion and lack of emotion, my assignments (which are three final papers) are still due, Christmas still barrells down on me with the speed of an oncoming train, I still need to put a brave face on in front of my kids at work, and I still have bills to pay and practical life changes to figure out within the next three weeks.

And meanwhile, I am fielding well-meaning questions.  "What are you going to do now?"  "What school are you looking at?"  "Are you going to move?"  "Have you contacted FAFSA about getting loan forgiveness?"  Inside my head, there are no answers to these questions.  If someone could hear my thoughts, it would resemble one long ear piercing scream that doesn't stop.  I suddenly understand how grieving people must feel while planning a funeral. You're still trying to process what you've lost and all everyone wants you to do is have answers to what seem like pointless questions -- casket size and color, burial places, funeral costs, last will and testament.  All I want to do is cry in a place where I can feel comfortable breaking down, but all anyone else wants from me is to hear that I'm okay.  I'm not, and I  probably won't be for a very long time, and what I need most is for everyone else to be comfortable with my tears because I can't make them stop anytime soon.

I can hear your thoughts now, because they sound a lot like younger me.  "Luna, it's just a school."  Yeah, that's true, but nothing is "Just" anything.  For me, BTSR was the first place outside of my immediate household that felt like home.  Even my closest friends never really cared about my religious or theological proclivities.  I never had friends before BTSR that would let me sit down and talk their ear off about Dietrich Bonhoeffer or Luther or my issues with Calvinism.  It's not that my friends didn't love me, but that was a part of my life that did not hold as much sanctity for them.  BTSR is the first place in my life where I felt truly understood, and in one email, that community has been dissolved, and any healing I get about it is going to have to happen on my own.

Despite all the pain and questions, life continues on.  As I grieve, I find myself gravitating toward the familiar stories that have brought me comfort in the other painful times of my life -- the Harry Potter universe, musicals, and (of course) Doctor Who.  Some of you are probably wondering why a seminary student wouldn't list the Bible as a source of comfort.  To be honest, I've never found Scripture particularly comforting.  So what if the Israelites understand my pain?  It doesn't give me any answers as to how to make the pain stop or what I should do now.  To be honest, a lot of the statements the Church makes to people who are grieving make me angry as opposed to comforted.

  • "Where the Lord closes a door, somehow He opens a window."  For one, why should I assume God has anything to do with what is happening to me and my friends' lives right now?  God plans to leave us stuck in a financial rut with no time to get our lives in order before creditors come knocking on our doors?  What kind of God do these people think I worship?  The Lord has not closed the doors of BTSR; the Board of Trustees who were rubbish at handling our finances did that.

  • "I'm praying for you."  At this juncture, prayers don't do me any good.  For me, this line gets used way too much.  It should be used when there is literally nothing you can do to help.  I don't need prayers; I need comfort and friends who are willing to be uncomfortable with my ugly crying face.

  • "The Lord has a plan."  See my statement for the first platitude.  Also, stop saying this at funerals.  It's the worst thing you can say to a grieving person -- suffering is not part of God's plan; it's only something God works through, and not something God willingly gives to people.

  • "Everything is going to be okay."  That's not a promise anyone can make.  And when a person is grieving, it's an easily detectable lie.  At this moment, I'm trying to make it through the next five seconds, and the promise of "okay" feels like a wilderness and 40 years away; just help me through the next five seconds and help me keep breathing until each breath doesn't hurt so much.

As I've stared at a blank word document screen these last four days (I still have not written a single word for any of the three final papers that were due on Friday past), my thoughts have been a word jumble of ideas from various fandoms and thinkers throughout the years.  I've thought about C.S. Lewis' "A Grief, Observed" and thrown it up against a scene from Being Human UK where George the werewolf reminisces with Mitchelll the vampire about their first meeting and George says that his first words to Mitchell upon being turned into a werewolf were, "What am I supposed to do now?" and Mitchell had no answer for him.  It's flown from those scenes to my recent memories about letters written to various Baptist news websites from BTSR Board of Trustees members that basically urged the students to not see this as the fault of the BoT.  My mental response is Bill Potts from DW in the series 10 finale when she finds out she has been turned into a Cyberman, and when the Doctor urges her not to get angry, her words (which resonate through my soul on a loop these days) are, "You left me waiting for 10 YEARS!  Don't tell me I can't be angry!"  (All my Hebrew work on The Book of Jonah comes into my brain at this point, and I think I can understand Jonah's anger making him "Good to death.")

And the list goes on.  There are various DW quotations about beginnings from endings, and that leads into a famous Semisonic song from my middle school days.  It's very loud in my head right now, and a lot of the peace talked about for the advent season seems to be a foreign concept to my soul this year, to say nothing of the "joy" we spoke about in church this morning.  My one hope is that by getting out these conflicting, rambling thoughts on here I may finally have enough quiet in my brain to write these final three half-hearted papers of my truncated seminary career.  They'll be half-assed, no doubt about it, but at least they will be completed (unlike the majority of my fanfics).

My closing thoughts for the day are famous song lyrics that have emotional resonance between my brother and I.  The movie Evita came out when I was 9, and since then, whenever there has been a moment of deep crisis (be that emotional or physical), I'll ask my brother "So what happens now?  Where am I going to?" and he'll sing back "Don't ask anymore."

Yeah, it's kinda like that.
Current Mood: crappycrappy
Current Music: Tomorrow is Today -- Billy Joel
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!
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 )

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!
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
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 )

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 )

30 July 2013 @ 10:47 pm
They refunded all my money back to me.  I have money again!  HUZZAH!