Hey y'all. 
I'm QB. This is my fic. It is also my place for chronicling my vaguely québécois soap opera-y life, ranting, politics, squeeing, and nerding out. I do all of these things on a regular basis. 
I'm also apt to disappear from the internet from time to time. It's not your fault, your mom and I still love each other, etc., but my life has a ( Read more... )

I keep having to remind myself that, no, QB, 13 000 words in is not the appropriate place to introduce a subplot about unions. No matter how much you love unions ( Read more... )

Let me begin this piece with a few caveats:

I am not a critical theorist.
I am, in fact, a science student who is far more comfortable amongst restriction endonucleases than I am with cultural studies.

My knowledge of Captain America comics canon is sketchy at best.I have read and enjoyed various strands of the Avenger's verse, particularly the ( Read more... )

So, instead of sleeping, or, God forbid, engaging in self-reflection, I wrote a coda to Tuesday Afternoons in the Churchyard. Read it there as the last chapter, or here under the cut.
(  Charles will never have his day in court. )

Fic: Celebration Guns
Fandom: X-Men First Class, with elements of comicverse
Warnings: depictions of homophobia, discussion of possibility of non-con and corrective rape, implications of traumatic injury.
Notes: Written for Queer Fest 2012, for the prompt ( Read more... )

searching, always searching, for a beta reader ( Read more... )

This is actually the reason I finally bit the bullet and got a livejournal, after lurking in the dark, shadowy corner of OpenID for over 6 months-  queer_fest. 
It's awesome, and if you haven't already gone over and claimed a prompt, you totally should. It's the Bestest. 
(most of you probably remember lgbtfest. queer_fest is like its younger, awesome-r genderqueer sibling. )
I' ( Read more... )