Jesus fuck, it's cold in here today. My fingers are almost too stiff to type with. I am wearing my scarf over my suit because I am so cold. Meh.
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The RPF-in-Remix/Redux poll is still open, and likely will be until the weekend, so you should
GO VOTE. Please read the post and the ETAs before you comment.
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Insta!rec:
Theories About Nuclear Winter by
hollycombOh my god, this story - I got sniffly several times, because it's so true to who Calvin would grow up to be - sad and inevitable except totally not because of who he is and how he doesn't fit in school, and Susie waiting and not wanting to wait, loving him and not wanting to love him. And his efforts to make it work, all the while knowing what a fuck-up he is, are heartbreaking and hopeful all at the same time. Fantastic. Highly recommended. In fact, you should go read it now. I'll wait.
"I had detention," he says, sliding across the machine and closer to her. The color of her hair is enough to convince him that the world was actually designed to make him happy after all. He can't even come up with a word for it; it's dark but warm, and it's hers so it's perfect. This has definitely never happened to him before.
"Of course you did," she says.
"You don't get it," he says. "I'm fighting the forces of evil to be with you."
She smiles so big that the roof seems to blow off, and he grabs her shoulders sort of involuntarily. She laughs.
"That's the first thing I've heard you say in two days that actually sounds like you," she says.
*sigh*
Which leads directly into this:
unfitforsociety has been updated with
40 recs for March and April 2009:
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15 Supernatural*
6 Leverage*
5 Middleman*
3 Dark Angel*
2 Burn Notice*
2 Life*
2 Sarah Connor Chronicles*
1 each Bones, BSG,
Firefly, and
Calvin & Hobbes*
1 crossover (SPN/The Outsiders) Read! Love! Comment!
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Today's poem:
Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale
Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals.
Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices.
Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way
for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review
each of your life's ten million choices. Endure moments
of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you.
Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.
~Dan Albergotti
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