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Has a bit of ableist language; otherwise a good article.
The easiest way for readers to see more diversity is to support titles that feature diverse casts and creative teams. Larime Taylor is a disabled comics creator born with arthrogryposis, and he writes, draws, tones, and letters his work with his mouth. His Top Cow series, A Voice In The Dark, is a chilling psychological thriller featuring a primarily female cast, and it returns in September with a new first issue in full color. Valiant’s Harbinger stars a disabled cast member in John “Torque” Torkelson, a teenage boy that is paralyzed from the waist down, but can project solid psychic holograms that turn him into a powerful superhero. Gail Simone introduced a new disabled superheroine to the DC universe with Vengeance Moth in The Movement, but low sales prompted that book’s cancellation after a year.
Bleeding Cool: How Hawkeye #19 Portrays the World of a Deaf SuperHero to a Hearing Audience, for Next Year's Eisner Awards
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rachelmanija and food.
Food is my passion. My first meeting with oyceter consisted of an hour-long discussion of tropical fruit. (Best tropical fruit: fresh lychees and Alphonso mangos. I have still, sadly, never had a mangosteen. Worst tropical fruit: custard apples. They taste fine. I just can't deal with the grainy AND slimy texture.)
One of the very best things about Los Angeles is the food. Even LA-haters cannot deny that this is a great city for food. We have great high-end fancy dining. We have excellent medium-priced restaurants. We have AMAZING low-end cheap food - taco kitchens at the back of corner stores, food trucks, guys with rainbow umbrellas selling fresh fruit - mangoes, soft young coconut, pineapple, oranges, cucumbers- that they slice up while you watch and douse in chili, seasoned salt, and lime.
People in LA love food. They are passionate about food. They photograph their meals and post them on the internet. They follow food trucks on twitter. They make earrings of teeny cupcakes and wear them to pastry shops. If you read the Chowhound board for Los Angeles, every single restaurant thread will have at least three posters claiming that it used to be good, but now it's gone downhill. This includes restaurants that opened last week. The sushi is always fresher on the other side of the freeway.
My grandmother used to say, "Food is love." I would say, "food is feeling." Food is memory. Food is culture. Food is passion. A bad relationship with food, or an illness that affects eating, or only bad food available will make you miserable in a way that goes way beyond the actual moments where you confront the problem food. Being able to enjoy food again is a shocking joy.
As I type, I am drinking a cup of coffee with powdered creamer because my milk ran out, and eating wafer cookies with black sesame cream.
rachelmanija and werewolves.
The biggest influence on how I think of shapeshifters is Ursula Le Guin's A Wizard of Earthsea. If you transform yourself into an animal, you think as an animal thinks. Will you remember how to become a human again? Will you still want to, when you can soar as a hawk?
To me, the most interesting thing about being a person who can become an animal is what it would feel like to be an animal. I can't know what that would be like, but when I think of the moments when I've thought the least and felt the most, when I've reacted most purely on instinct... they're all moments that felt, if not good exactly, very pure. Very clear. Stripped down to the basics. Usually, in fact, that does feel good. If it doesn't, it's because of context - like, you're fighting for your life. But that can feel good, too.
When I imagine being an animal, I think of a combination of being enraptured in the present moment, caught by the beauty of a sunrise or the taste of a peach, and of an adrenaline rush. Halfway between combat and meditation.
I'd like being a wolf, I think. It would be very tempting to stay one.
rachelmanija and fashion.
I had no interest in fashion until oyceter convinced me to watch Project Runway, and in between designers squabbling and having meltdowns, I started getting a sense of how different silhouettes and colors create different feelings, and the history of fashion, and why people get very passionate about matchy-matchy. Watching the designers dissect the designs and listening to them explain why they liked one dress and disliked another, I started seeing what they saw. And then I started having opinions.
I now own quite a few dresses. And shoes. And blouses. And skirts. I periodically poke through ebay and etsy, and I wear shoes to work that I bought in Paris. I have Betsey Johnson dresses and Prabal Gurung for Target shirts and a dress. I wear my matchy-matchy belt and shoes and smile to myself.
For myself, I like very girly dresses with fitted tops and skirts that swing. I like bright colors and jewel tones and patterns, and also slinky black and corsets. I like black leather jackets and Battenberg lace, and slashed tops and high boots and trench coats. I don't wear stiletto heels.
The main thing I learned from Project Runway is that fashion is supposed to be fun, and it's about wearing things that you like and that make you look good.
I used to think of it as this horrible game of one-upmanship and that it was all about desperately keeping up with the correct thing, or else everyone laughs at you. But now that I'm out of high school, I think of it as a buffet you pick and choose from, and a set of elements that, if you understand them, you can use to create a look that will say what you want to convey. It's like writing, if you think of it. You select the tropes, or you select the silhouettes and colors and shoes. If you do it right, you have said, and you feel, "Playful!" or "Sexy!" or "Badass!" or "Classic Elegance!"
You are embodying a feeling, not just a look. Sometimes you're embodying a story. See how these dressesconvey the sense of an atmosphere and a story? And these convey a different story.
Words written: 6,895
Words of fic written: 5,909
Stories worked on: Six and some ficlets
Stories posted: Three plus ficlets
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For July's goals, I'm just tempted to post the word "FAIL" in bright sparkly letters over and over, but that wouldn't really be keeping myself accountable, so...
1. Write six days per week. NO EXCUSES. Better than last month, but still no. I have officially decided that working on substantial meta counts as a writing day. Not every journal entry or fandom meme response, but if I put as much work into it as I do into a piece of fiction? It should count. If I'm serious about wanting to get back into writing posts about things that are important to me, I shouldn't treat it as something I have to find time for in between writing fic.
2. Revise and update guest post for ladybusiness. Complete! Okay, I guess I didn't fail every goal.
3. Polish and crosspost genprompt_bingo fic and write at least one more. I posted the "Missing Persons" fic to AO3 (but still haven't crossposted it here), and wrote a kind-of draft for another prompt but am not crazy about it. And I'm just not that excited by the rest of that row after all. I'm starting to think that maybe I need a break from bingos entirely.
4. Finish dragonagewomen story (and post? I need a better handle on the schedule). This project seems to have been abandoned. I went back and checked the schedule, and posting was supposed to have been in mid-June. I'll probably still clean up this story and post it eventually, but right now other things have mindspace.
5. Work on Tumblr giveaway fic. Didn't even start.
So, this is kind of bad. But not as bad as I thought it would be. And actually, the last couple of weeks I have been feeling a little better about what I write. When I sit down and start rolling, the words that come out are pretty good, and they inspire more words to come, but there haven't been many of those days. If you take a look at the chart up there, you'll see that it's a very few high-count days, interspersed with lots of low numbers and even zeros (although some of those are editing days that don't produce new words). So it's an improvement, and I'm not feeling quite as down and frustrated as I was. Still a little sluggish, but better.
Goals for August, which might have the monkey wrench of being out of town for a week in a place with no or limited internet and/or writing time, but it also may not -- the trip might also be canceled, and I won't know for sure until next Wednesday. So consider these goals provisional.
1. Write six days a week, except maybe while traveling.
2. Work on Tumblr giveaway fic.
3. Finish and post at least two WIP (one MCU story that's almost finished, check on other IP stuff).
4. Write ladybusiness guest post (for a super sekrit project!).
5. Start on Dragon Age Reverse Big Bang story (due mid-September).
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In conclusion, read Ancillary Justice. ;)
Soon it will be time to start scoping out the landscape for 2014. I spent the last two months reading nothing that wasn't nominated for a Hugo or Campbell, and two months at the beginning of the year reading nothing that wasn't eligible for nomination, so I think I'll be able to better balance it all if I start earlier. Here's hoping, anyway.
I’ve been boarding Magic (an Anglo – Tennessee Walker cross) for a friend for years. I originally volunteered to board her in her retirement because she never got hurt and she never got sick. Yesterday morning, she was screaming for her breakfast. This morning, she was showing signs of colic when I went to give the horses their breakfast. After consulting with her owner and vet, she was euthanized around 10:00 am. Although her ground manners left a bit to be desired, she was an awesome trail horse, search and rescue horse, and field hunter in her time.
Mirrored from Five Acres with a View.
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Phil Coulson, Nick Fury
Warnings: Minor character death. Bullying. Fighting. Suicide attempt (minor character).
Summary: This is the story of how a little boy named Flip grows up to save the world a lot.
Notes: Hurt/comfort. Family. Fluff and angst. Accidents. Emotional whump. Disability. Sibling relationship. Nonsexual love. Parentification. Manipulation. Coping skills. Asking for help and getting it. Hope. Protection. Caregiving. Competence. Toys and games. Comic books. Fixing things. Martial arts. Gentleness. Trust. Role models. Military. BAMF Phil Coulson.
Begin with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26.
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It's ridiculous that it's *this* much trouble. It's ridiculous that, if the ACA had been ruined, I wouldn't be able to keep working at a job I enjoy because my employer offers a horrid health care plan. But, wow, it's better than it used to be.
I suppose if I was 20, I should be horrified that, if I was in perfect health, an insurance company *might* have sold me a cheaper policy with really poor benefits. But I think about this: my blood sugar's a bit wonky, I've been tested for heart problems, I've been on antidepressants - time was, I simply could not - could not! - buy a health insurance policy. They simply wouldn't write one for me at any price.
I guess this is another tricky distraction of President Obama, like his sneaky, dirty, filthy trick of getting Congressional Republicans to talk about impeaching him. But if so, it's working, for me at least.