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I'm a little surprised my nails aren't still red. I made red velvet cupcakes earlier to take with us to Michael's mom's, and the batter was red like murder. It was awesome.
Michael specifically requested cream cheese frosting (cute looks were involved), so I bit the bullet and did it. I really kinda don't like cream cheese frosting, and red velvet cake is pretty much all I'll eat it on, but something about it is just...ugh. And of course we have a metric ton left over because the recipe practically made enough to frost the entirety of the damn cupcakes. Bleugh. I hope people enjoy them, though.
The recipe was Paula Deen's, so I'll let y'all know how it turns out. Actually the cake itself was pretty good, since we cracked one open right after they came out of the oven (dude. Baker's prerogative. And tradition.). It calls for a hilariously huge amount of vegetable oil, one and a half cups, but then it is a Paula Deen recipe. She seems like an awesome, sweet lady, but damn if she doesn't love her butter and oil. And I'm pretty sure she's a parishioner at the Church of Fried too. It is a food group down here, after all.
I think I've mostly wound down from the sugar high, so I'm gonna toddle off to bed. And post the last fic I wrote, finally.
Fandom: Farscape
Title: Perihelion
Author: waterdaughter
Written for: batyatoon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Making no money. Don't sue.
Notes: Set sometime after Infinite Possibilities Part II: Icarus Abides. Apologies for the angstsplosion, but this story grabbed my hindbrain and wouldn't let go till I got it out. Also, the perihelion is the point in an object's orbit when it passes closest to the sun. Thanks to lyssie for the beta!
She can't get away from John Crichton, Aeryn realizes, and there's a part of her that doesn't even want to try anymore. Wants to give in and just let herself be dragged into his orbit, even if it means she'll never be able to escape it again, because it's still John, isn't it? She can pretend that Dam-Ba-Da never happened, can't she? And shouldn't she be grateful that she has a second chance?
Except, no, she can't. The pain of watching her John die on Talyn isn't going to go away if she goes back to the other John, and she can't- won't- cheapen her experience by drowning her sorrows in his twin. Just like she can't allow herself to think of either of them as a clone, a copy. Just because they shared the same face, Aeryn, they were not the same person, you didn't want to believe Kaarvok about that but you know it's true, she thinks savagely, and for a microt she's so angry that her vision blurs. Angry at her John for dying, angry at Kaarvok for twinning them, angry at Crichton for so much that she doesn't even know where to begin, and she figures if she follows it back far enough, she can be angry at the universe for ever forming in the first place.
And just as quickly as it came on, the rage evaporates, like someone's cut power to her engines. She wants to kick herself for the self-pitying thoughts, but Aeryn figures that if she's ever earned a little sorrow, it's now. Still, she can't stop her mind from wandering to her Crichtons. Because they were both hers, really; even before the second came along, John was pulling her closer and closer. In the face of her time with Crichton on Talyn, she wants to forget that, but she can't.
So if they really were two distinct people, why can't you go back to the one you loved as well? the little voice in her head asks her, and something wrenches in her chest. "No. No, you stop, you shut up," she says out loud, knowing that it's pointless but saying it anyway, and isn't that appropriate for this whole mess?
The voice stays mercifully silent, but now she can't stop thinking about watching Crichton die, and that's really the answer to the question she keeps asking herself. They're not the same, but right now, that doesn't matter. She circled him too long, one too many times too close to his sun and now she's burnt to the core, and she can't do it again. Crichton always has had a different sort of gravity than everyone else, she thinks absurdly, and it makes her want to laugh and cry and break something all at once.
Orbits degrade. And Aeryn Sun is not a satellite.
--fin
Michael specifically requested cream cheese frosting (cute looks were involved), so I bit the bullet and did it. I really kinda don't like cream cheese frosting, and red velvet cake is pretty much all I'll eat it on, but something about it is just...ugh. And of course we have a metric ton left over because the recipe practically made enough to frost the entirety of the damn cupcakes. Bleugh. I hope people enjoy them, though.
The recipe was Paula Deen's, so I'll let y'all know how it turns out. Actually the cake itself was pretty good, since we cracked one open right after they came out of the oven (dude. Baker's prerogative. And tradition.). It calls for a hilariously huge amount of vegetable oil, one and a half cups, but then it is a Paula Deen recipe. She seems like an awesome, sweet lady, but damn if she doesn't love her butter and oil. And I'm pretty sure she's a parishioner at the Church of Fried too. It is a food group down here, after all.
I think I've mostly wound down from the sugar high, so I'm gonna toddle off to bed. And post the last fic I wrote, finally.
Fandom: Farscape
Title: Perihelion
Author: waterdaughter
Written for: batyatoon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Making no money. Don't sue.
Notes: Set sometime after Infinite Possibilities Part II: Icarus Abides. Apologies for the angstsplosion, but this story grabbed my hindbrain and wouldn't let go till I got it out. Also, the perihelion is the point in an object's orbit when it passes closest to the sun. Thanks to lyssie for the beta!
She can't get away from John Crichton, Aeryn realizes, and there's a part of her that doesn't even want to try anymore. Wants to give in and just let herself be dragged into his orbit, even if it means she'll never be able to escape it again, because it's still John, isn't it? She can pretend that Dam-Ba-Da never happened, can't she? And shouldn't she be grateful that she has a second chance?
Except, no, she can't. The pain of watching her John die on Talyn isn't going to go away if she goes back to the other John, and she can't- won't- cheapen her experience by drowning her sorrows in his twin. Just like she can't allow herself to think of either of them as a clone, a copy. Just because they shared the same face, Aeryn, they were not the same person, you didn't want to believe Kaarvok about that but you know it's true, she thinks savagely, and for a microt she's so angry that her vision blurs. Angry at her John for dying, angry at Kaarvok for twinning them, angry at Crichton for so much that she doesn't even know where to begin, and she figures if she follows it back far enough, she can be angry at the universe for ever forming in the first place.
And just as quickly as it came on, the rage evaporates, like someone's cut power to her engines. She wants to kick herself for the self-pitying thoughts, but Aeryn figures that if she's ever earned a little sorrow, it's now. Still, she can't stop her mind from wandering to her Crichtons. Because they were both hers, really; even before the second came along, John was pulling her closer and closer. In the face of her time with Crichton on Talyn, she wants to forget that, but she can't.
So if they really were two distinct people, why can't you go back to the one you loved as well? the little voice in her head asks her, and something wrenches in her chest. "No. No, you stop, you shut up," she says out loud, knowing that it's pointless but saying it anyway, and isn't that appropriate for this whole mess?
The voice stays mercifully silent, but now she can't stop thinking about watching Crichton die, and that's really the answer to the question she keeps asking herself. They're not the same, but right now, that doesn't matter. She circled him too long, one too many times too close to his sun and now she's burnt to the core, and she can't do it again. Crichton always has had a different sort of gravity than everyone else, she thinks absurdly, and it makes her want to laugh and cry and break something all at once.
Orbits degrade. And Aeryn Sun is not a satellite.
--fin