Jan 12, 2021
If you’re so inclined, I’d love to see what kind of cryptid you see me as. 👀
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If you’re so inclined, I’d love to see what kind of cryptid you see me as. 👀
Barracuda relatives which bury themselves in the sand of shallow, freshwater water and subdue / consume unwary prey from the foot upwards.
Clint’s Mom Stories? 👀👀👀
Okay, so the premise is that when Clint ran away to the circus, he was essentially adopted by this big poly family. He tells stories about his “mom” all the time and they’re obviously different women, so everyone is convinced he’s trolling them, but really they’re just stories about all his moms. It starts out accidental, but Clint leans into it because it’s funny. Bucky figures it out and helps him troll everyone.
This started because I wanted to give Clint my tendency to say weird things about my backstory and not realize they’re unusual until I say them. And, well, one of the weird sentences I can say is that I learned to walk on stilts from a polyamorous circus commune in Hawai’i, so... yeah.
I stalled out on a) plot and b) tone, but I would love to finish it someday!
Ooh, please tell me about the Teen Wolf I Hope They Ask Me on a a Mission! 👀👀👀
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So, this is probably the most deeply personal of all the WIPs I have, and is meant to be a love letter to fellow LGBT Mormons, to the struggle between reconciling culture and devotion and orientation.
Stiles, whose father is the Bishop (volunteer pastor) of their California ward (congregation), as well as the well-respected Sherriff of their town, comes out to his father as gay. He assures his father that this changes nothing about his beliefs or his intent to serve a mission and that he intends to remain a faithful member of the church.
He’s called to serve a mission to Chicago, where the first companion he’s assigned is Elder Hale, a significantly older missionary who is on the last two transfers (3 months) of his mission. Elder Hale is snappish and gruff, an extreme stickler for following all missionary rules to the letter. Stiles knew he was going to probably have a hard time with at least some of his companions, but it’s disheartening that this is who his trainer is.
Near the end of the first transfer, Stiles catches some sort of stomach bug and spends an extremely miserable week in the bathroom puking his guts out. Since Elder Hale isn’t allowed to be out of sight of his companion, he drags a mattress over and sleeps in the hall.
They end up spending a lot of time talking. Elder Hale talks about his big, perfect family, about how he slept with a girl in high school in a misguided act of rebellion, and how several years later, a good chunk of his family died in a house fire. How he decided to repent and go on a mission in their memory, as some kind of atonement. Stiles talks to him about his dad, and being the Bishop’s son. He doesn’t quite have the guts to come out as gay but they bond, talking about their families, the mission, the church, their doubts and private fears.
The second 6 weeks goes so much better. Stiles is finally getting the hang of a missionary schedule, and after he and Elder Hale bonded, it’s not so bad having to be in such close proximity. Elder Hale finishes the last 6 weeks of his mission and goes back to live with his sister in New York. Stiles finishes out the rest of his mission in the normal way. Surprisingly enough, he gets the occasional letter from Elder Hale
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Some years later, once Stiles finishes his mission and starts up college again, he meets up with Elder Hale (just Derek now). They’ve stayed loosely in touch, maybe, or maybe Stiles goes to grad school somewhere in New York and thinks it would be fun to meet up with an old friend.
It’s a nice lunch / day / outing. They reminisce about mission things, and tease each other, and it’s nice.
Eventually, Stiles figures he should tell Derek. “Just so you know,” he says. “I’m gay, by the way.”
Derek looks at him a long time and Stiles is nervous, he’s terrified that Derek will hate him too. But all he gets is a shaky breath. “Me too.” Derek says.
And Stiles gets back on the bus or airplane or whatever, but it’s good. He feels settled and content about himself in a way he hasn’t in a long time.
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It’s meant to end kind of ambiguously, not with them together, because in this case it’s more about the acceptance and solidarity of someone who knows.
ineloquent-tumbling replied to your post “also: if it weren’t for statistics, i would be ready for this exam to...”
*pops head in* What do you need to know? I may have some resources for you, depending on what aspects of stats you need to cover & how deeply.
OMG ILU so much right now!!!
It’s not anything heavy duty. I’m trying to get my teaching certificate, but evidently in the state of Florida you have to know algebra and statistics to teach history. (It’s Florida. I don’t know.) On the website they have a sample test, and I do well enough on all of it except the statistics.
Or, rather, most of the statistics. There’s a couple of “what is the assumption made here” and “what makes this graph a misleading image” type things, which are common sense.
What’s just killing me is actually figuring the statistics. And how they come up with this crap. And keeping the terms straight. I know the mean is you add them all up and divide by the number of things added. Done. But like:
What is the median of the numbers in the following data set?
14, 14, 12, 8, 14, 8, 14, 4
Why is the answer 11? I don’t understand where that number came from.
Or or or...
The owner of a roller-skating rink needs to purchase women's skates. After reading that the mean women's shoe size is a seven, the owner decides to purchase mostly women's size seven skates. Which of the following statements, if true, best supports the owner's decision?
The choices are:
The median shoe size is fairly small.
The range in shoe sizes is fairly large.
The mode of the shoe sizes is equal to the mean.
The mean shoe size is equal to the median shoe size.
and evidently the answer is 3 but I don’t understand why or how?????
It’s GOT to be really basic stuff that I’m just not understanding, but it’s frustrating as hell. It doesn’t really go any deeper than that in the practice test, but the practice tests are notoriously easier than the real ones.
ineloquent-tumbling replied to your post “Please remember death has been declared illegal. Thank you for your...”
Please drop the link when you post it, because I need some quality DFZ fic in my life. ��
HEY MY DUDE SEND A BITCH AN ASK AND I WILL TALK MYSELF BLUE ABOUT THESE BOOKS
CONSIDER THIS CARTE BLANCHE TO FILL MY INBOX ABOUT THIS UNIVERSE
ineloquent-tumbling replied to your post: might have gotten a supervisor or 4 fired today...
Oh my gods. What happened???
I got angry and turned them in. Again.
And I've been looking elsewhere for a couple of months now. So that's not new.
Oh boy, but do I want to know about the Yennskier Cannibal road trip!!! 👀👀👀
heh I had been hoping to have it done in October but alas, real life! it’s the story of how Jaskier (turned into a monster by stregobor) saves Yennefer post Sodden, Yennefer is to drained to survive on her own and Jaskier has no way of getting to Stregobor on his own, so they strike a deal. it starts out tense, both suspicious that the other will chose to kill them if they let their guard down. also jaskier eats people, and stregobor. and then they smooch.
snippet from 1st draft:
There is a body crawling towards her. Yennefer can barely hold her eyes open, but an animal instinct in her tells her she should run. Which is useless, because she can’t run. Can’t move. The body is human-shaped, but it moves… it doesn’t move like a human.
What is it doing, she wonders? Her eyes close, and when she opens them, it’s closer. She can’t see what it’s doing, but she hears. It’s feeding. She burned the Nilfgaardian army to a crisp, there can’t much meat on the bodies, is that why it won’t stop eating?
Her eyes close again, and when they open, she sees teeth and a gaping mouth. She sees...
I saw your EQuAL design, & DEAR GODS, please tell me I can buy that on a tank top. Or a t-shirt. Or a sticker. I’m not picky. Please let me throw money at you in exchange for having that design on something I can own.
Related to this post: https://elfwreck.tumblr.com/post/182095893534/magneto-are-you-interested-in-joining-my-team-of
And this pic for the “Evil Queer Alliance”:
(Which took me forever to track down because Tumblr’s search options SUCK.)
Erm. Sorry? There is no buyable version. There is no high-res version, although the design is simple enough that I could probably make one. It was made by mashing up a couple of options from one of those “design your logo” websites and tweaking the results in Photoshop.
I would be happy for there to be version of this on actual physical items, and I don’t care if I get paid for it. Call it, hm, CC BY-SA, and I don’t care if the attribution is sloppy as long as it’s not being actively credited to someone else.
Go have fun with it! If you want a nicely exact high-res version, talk to me in about two weeks, AFTER my new job has started and I’ve gotten some idea what my schedule is.
Huh. It would make nice stickers, though, wouldn’t it. Or pins, although it would probably need a rainbow border for those to work right. I wonder if a thin line of rainbow glitter around the outside edge would work, instead of multiple line sections that add complexity.