#148 words

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Bit late for yesterday's @kingdonmicrofic challenge. But better late than never!

Day 24. Fireworks Gen rating. 148 words. Boom.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Becca had long wondered about what love felt like. Not the love that she had for her friends or Mel. But the love of movies, literature, music and art. The ties that bind. Mel had spent years with Becca musing about what it would be like for her.

The slow burn of forbidden love or the instant smack of love at first sight.

Never any doubt in her mind that her little sister would find it.

Mel humoured her. “Yes yes I will find a boyfriend to kiss.” “Just have to find the right girl Becca.”

No one had ever met the Becca King measure of love.

That was until the fireworks.

The bright spinning colours. Flashes and bursts of light. Anticipation burning under the surface waiting for the next pop. What colour would it be? How big, how lasting? That was the feeling Mel had.

Fireworks.

Frank.

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Beloved

Caro, I'd like to go to Hogsmeade with you. Just us?

Remus frowned at the paper Sirius had passed him, then relayed it to Caradoc on the other side of him. He didn't wait to see what the reply was, feigning perfect duties to escape.

Remus, let's get cake in the kitchens tonight, Caro. X

"Why is Caradoc getting you to write me notes? And you know I don't fancy him, you shouldn't have said yes." Remus stalked off, in the opposite direction to the kitchens.

My Caro. Maybe I'm not being clear. I, Sirius, would like to date you, Remus.

James leant over, spotting the exchange. "Sirius planning somethi-? Oh! He called you 'beloved'! That's so sweet."

"He what?" The colour drained from Remus' face.

"Caro. Beloved. You've heard me say it a thousand times."

Remus closed his eyes, exasperated at his own stupidity. "I'm so stupid."

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Joyce seems to play with the idea of control, escape, choice, and paralysis. It's been very prominent in Eveline and An Encounter. Also in both is this possiblity to change your life- in Eveline it's a huge decision to leave the life she knows and all the certainties that come with it, for the chance of a wonderful life far from anyone else she knows with Frank in Buenos Aires. And while it seems like an exciting opportunity when the moment finally comes she is paralyzed and the action is violent. She is seized and unwilling. The perceived loss outweighs the potential gain. In An Encounter the boys change up their daily routine and meet a character of dubious morals and sanity. It makes you wonder if you really should stay to the life you know just for the safety of it. Not all experiences are good ones.

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hello can someone please tell me to get my shit together and write this paper that’s due in less than three hours

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introspection ix

current state of being: distracted, tired, scatterbrained, pleased, need to catch a bus to Boston. new cognitive dissonance found: on homosexuality, "becoming homosexual," and "born this way" counter: "nature vs nurture" relevant media - Confessions of a Mask, Yukio Mishima - Niels and Gang, Humon related: hyper-political correctness previously: sexuality is less about "becoming" and more about "discovering." query: why should those be two different things? anecdotes: sexuality and gender are closely tied in my mind, in that I recognize myself as female, yet disassociate traditionally male activities from maleness. "tomboy," I called myself as a child, and took pride. "androgynous," I admired as ideal. misogynistic tendencies and sexual shame were so built into my society that I don't remember learning them, and unlearning them is an ongoing process. (interestingly, my mother had no such reluctance to tell me about sex or puberty, or indeed any stigma around same-sex nakedness)

[tchrgleek]

Klaine Advent- needle

For those of you who wanted a follow up to Jukebox, where Kurt inadvertently took Burt to see Rock of Ages: 

After the Rock of Ages debacle, Kurt was afraid to bring his dad to any show that he hadn’t personally seen. They ended up seeing Riverdance three years in a row together. Kurt saw Rent with Blaine and knew he couldn’t take Burt to see that one, either.

When Billy Elliot came to Columbus, Kurt did enough research to think that his dad might get uncomfortable again, so he was surprised to get three tickets in his Christmas stocking that year.

“Three?” he asked his dad.

“Three,” was the reply. “I wanted to make sure Blaine could come with us, if he wanted. I want to get to know this young man that has captured your heart. Besides,” he needled, “I have to make sure there aren’t any half-naked women running around on stage, don’t I? “

Kurt snorted, then guffawed, finally they both ended up in giggles.

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Capitalize Proper Verbs?

At work last night, my coworkers came across a unique problem. Do you write, "I photoshopped something," or, "I Photoshopped something?"

Photoshop is a proper noun, but what happens when it goes through a functional shift and becomes a verb? According to the U.S. English standards, verbs are not capitalized.

There are plenty of other examples I can think of, too. Skyping, googling, internetting (interneting?), facebooking...I could go on and on.

Some companies work really hard to make sure their brands aren't commonly turned into verbs. They do this to avoid the same fate xerox and kleenex suffered--becoming recognized as generic terms. Adobe would probably outright refuse the use of Photoshop as a verb, although if they did begrudgingly accept it, I'm sure they'd prefer for it to remain capitalized.

Personally, I would rather lowercase the verbs in most situations. It just feels "right" to me.