#cornmouse

[fuckyeahdarcylewis]

Hello, I was wondering if anyone knows what happened to Cornmouse’s Darcy ‘Lois Lane’ Lewis Series? I went to re-read that fic again, but I can’t find it anywhere. It was my all-time favorite Steve/Darcy fic, and I’m heartbroken I can’t find it. Did anyone save a copy of it and is willing to share? Please let me know!

[dopemixtape]

cornmouse replied to your post “My oldest is 7 today.”

Have you started scouting colleges yet?

Ha.  I feel like we probably should.  I do need to brag on him for a moment.  He’s finishing up 1st grade and came home yesterday with his end of the year reading assessment.  He’s at a 4th, almost 5th grade reading level.  Blown. Away.  I’m so proud of him!

[lovethefic]

Our Troubles Will Be Out Of Sight by cornmouse | Steve/Darcy | WIP

Darcy meets a handsome stranger in a Manhattan bar on Christmas Eve and takes him home with her.

[this is my thank you to the author for writing this amazing fic. Also a HAPPY HOLIDAYS to my 100+ followers!]

[typhoidmeri]

cornmouse replied to your post:

You and I are experiencing the exact same weather right now (humidity and all) and I’m dying too. I’m assuming you don’t have AC either? Damn our mild climates getting hit with this agony!! ;_;

crowaii said: As a recent Californian expat it’s only now beginning to feel like summer, tbh

aenariasbookshelf said: ….yeah, that shit ain’t right. It’s only 77F here in NYC right now (which I think is 28C? At least google tells me so). At least it’s still humid af. At least something is right with the world.

Yeah, no AC in most English homes, the stone and brick of most of the houses does keep some homes cool but only so much. Hell half the hotels don't have AC either. It’s mid eighties now with 46% humidity. I grew up in northern California so heat I can do but humidity not so much, it makes me feel ill.

[typhoidmeri]

cornmouse replied to your post: “faith no more”:

Oh my god I don’t know how this happened, but I am so glad it did. AMAZING. I want to live in this headcanon forever. God, what would it be like to HUG one of them? CACKLING just thinking about it. <3<3

It happened because I am a magnet for enablers who don’t mind my weird love of ridiculously improbable circumstances, and 80s references. It was pretty much written off the cuff, but a lot of my writing is, just this...flowed in a way that it hasn't for a long while. I didn't have to fight for each line they just sorta wrote themselves. I forgot how freeing it is just to write crazy ass stuff....aside from everything else I write. Hmmmm

[typhoidmeri]

cornmouse replied to your post: “There is now a Dunkin’ Donuts at the Leicester services. I was nearly…”:

Dude, DD is in the UK? That seems wrong somehow. Certain brands should not leave their homes: Timmy’s, DD, Chick Fil A, In N Out, Stumptown, etc. They never taste right elsewhere.

It was wrong, on a number of levels. Some things are okay. Krispy Kreme are pretty damn close to the original, though really we only ever go for the novelty. And the closest one where they actually make the things is in Selfridges in Birmingham (we are quite devout watchers of How It's Made so watching things be made is best).

We did find that there was a pretty decent burrito joint in Brighton, not like taco truck good but decent enough to stand in among the other white people run not-a-subways.

[schwarztkd]

Avengers Bodyswap

So I’ve been reinspired to write fanfiction lately. This is based in cornmouse‘s “Fortune Favors the Blind” universe, where Steve and Darcy are dating. That isn’t required reading, but is awesome and you should read it anyway. This is just a preview, but I have to head out for a bit and I wanted to at least post what I’d roughed out so far.

This is not how Darcy Lewis wanted to begin her day.

Waking up before the sun had even risen? Not cool. And at the sound of her boyfriend's ring-tone? Even less cool. That was odd too, Steve was the lighter sleeper of the two. Darcy usually had to be pulled out of a cocoon of blankets with promises of coffee and pancakes.

Rolling over she fumbled for Steve's phone and swiped at the screen prompt of Iron Man's face, ready to nudge Steve awake so he could deal with Tony. It was far too early to handle Stark-level of energy.

But instead of Tony's face Darcy was greeted with the site of Pepper, seated at one of Tony's workbenches, hair in a messy ponytail and face smeared with grease.

Before she could ask why Pepper was calling from Tony's phone the other woman launched in to the conversation.

“Cap, great! You're still you. OK, don't freak out, this is completely not my fault.” Pepper flailed her hands wildly and reached for a cup of espresso only to knock it off the counter, “Shit, Jesus her arms are long how does she handle it.”

Darcy rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she watched Pepper trying to refill her coffee with jittery hands, “Pepper, why are you calling Steve?”

Pepper paused and turned back to the screen, “Ok. Crazy question but humor me. Who are you?”

“Umm, Darcy.  Darcy Lewis?  Probably the only Stark employee you haven't hit on?”

“Yeah, Darcy? I'm going to need you to look in a mirror. Then I need you to put Cap on the phone.” Pepper scratched at her chest, a habit she must have picked up from Tony.

“Sure, whatever.” Darcy mumbled.

She was too sleepy to get up and the bed was far too comfortable. So instead of going to the bathroom mirror Darcy simply flipped the phone into camera mode.

'Early morning selfie maybe? Hashtag bedhead?' she thought.

Instead the phone showed her Steve's face.

I have no idea how long this is going to end up being, who the main focus will be and to what degree of fluff and/or smut will be involved.

[bluefjords-blog]

Welcome to a personal post about cancer.  I will preface this story with a sneak preview of the ending:  I am almost all better.  And look, hair growing back and my eyelashes have returned!  Hot damn!

So last summer, my back started to hurt.  It hurt enough that I actually went to see a doctor (nearly unheard of for me) and we took an x-ray.  Nothing showed up, but we decided that I had a muscle spasm, as back pain is fairly common in women my age.  My age being 35.  Well, throughout the summer, my back kept hurting.   I went to Urgent Care and the ER.  I got increasingly heavy pain meds.  I started physical therapy.  Nothing helped.  Other strange things happened:  I began to lose my appetite.  I began to lose my taste for sugar!  The horror!  And then one day I was doing my PT exercises and I felt like an elephant stood on my chest.  I went to the ER again, and they took a new x-ray.  Well.  Things showed up.  Over the course of that night and the next day I got an ultrasound, a CT scan, and my first ever MRI.  The doctor came in to see me and I got the shock of my life:  I had a tumor on my spine and lesions throughout my body.

My eventual diagnosis was for a poorly differentiated neuro endocrine tumor.  I had Stage 4 cancer.  It was very aggressive.  A note on the stages of cancer -- Stage 4 does not mean “you have a month to live,” it means that the cancer is very prevalent.  My cancer was in my bones, mainly, but also in my lungs and liver.  So... everywhere.  But I had two big things in my favor:  I was so young, and I was fat.  My oncologist is the first doctor who has ever looked at me and said I looked perfect, and he didn’t want me to lose a single pound.

Well, fast forward seven months, ten days of radiation, six rounds of chemo, and multiple other tests (PET scans, MRI, CT scan, colonoscopy, 24 hour urine dump, and more blood tests than I can count) and I am now clear of cancer in my lungs and liver.  I have one more test to do to see how my lesions are doing in my bones.  My oncologist thinks it must be a very small amount, if anything’s still there, due to my awesome blood test results.  Yay!

I did wind up losing ninety pounds (the silver lining, honestly) and four inches of height.  I’m now 4′11″ and weigh less than 150 pounds for the first time since high school.  I don’t have much of an appetite and I can’t sleep for longer than two hours at a time.  I’m just starting a new pill (woo hoo, more pills!) to help w/ both of those things.  I’m weaning myself off my pain pills (oxycontin and oxycodone), and taking calcium citrate and a very heavy dose of Vitamin D.  I got two tattoos (radiation dots) and am probably going through early onset menopause.  I got closer to my mother, who moved in and lived w/ us from September to February, but I also had entire months where I couldn’t dress myself, get into a car by myself, lift the water jug to pour my own drink, get up from a chair by myself.  My boss was amazing and let me work from home the entire time, so I continued to accrue sick time and get paid my usual rate.  I don’t know a lot of workplaces that would have been as kind (though in my defense, I was still able to move my fingers across a keyboard and get a lot of work done).  So some good things, a lot of bad things, but I’m alive and getting better!

I’ll close w/ a word of advice:  if you think there’s something wrong w/ your body, keep digging until you get to the bottom of it.  If you have a chronic symptom, it’s not going to go away on its own.  You are the expert of how your body should feel!  For example, after every chemo session, I needed a platelet transfusion.  My oncologist said I should be out of the woods by nine days after the chemo round ended.  He was wrong.  My body didn’t work like that.  Thirteen days out, I needed to go to the hospital.  Every time.  It sucked.  And I knew it, each time.  B/c there are guidelines, and then there are actual bodies, and I knew my body.  (Damn, I hate going to the ER!!!)

Cancer really sucks.  I hope from the bottom of my heart that none of you have to go through it.  I’m still in a lot of pain (two fractures in my spine, ugh, thanks tumor).  But you CAN get through it.  I am continually blown away by how generous and wonderful my family and friends were through this whole ordeal.  I still have thousands of dollars left in medical bills (and I have GOOD insurance), but thanks to them, I don’t feel like I’m drowning.

If anyone has any questions or wants to talk about cancer in the future, my ask box is always open.  Thanks for listening!