Lexxy Fancypants

Huh, you know, I wasn't even going to post about it because it's so inconsequential to me, but today the technical husband started divorce proceedings. Why him? He has money for the lawyer. XD I can't wait to sign off on this paperwork. ...After I read it over and possibly have my own lawyer look it over. (Her name is Jeanine. Yes, I really do have a lawyer.)

We got apple cider last week and no one drank any - yesterday the sides all bulged out. I was alarmed for like .2 seconds before going HARD APPLE CIDER! SCOOOOOORE!! It is delicous. Not terribly hard, just enough fermentation to give it some bite. Mmmm.

Nostalgia had a poop hanging off her butt just now. Oh yes. I'm going to tell you a pet-poop story. Because it wasn't just hanging - it had dried onto her skin. So I grabbed her and started soaking it off. Nostalgia did not like this idea. I just spent 20 minutes wrestling a yowling eel. Proof of my poor planning: I did this with maximum skin exposure. She was actually pretty sweet - she'd lick my arm frantically after kicking the heck out of it. Poor thing. Her butt is now clean and soothed, though, and my hands are very, very thoroughly disinfected. Ugh.

...huh I forgot to post this last night when I was still loopy from the hard cider. OH WELL. *hits post*

( Day 2: What themes or patterns do you write? )

Huh. This one is tough.

I tend to erase female roles. I tend to focus on violent, uncontrolled characters. I tend to sensationalize the unknown. I tend to romanticize disabilities.

These are not terribly good things to do, really. They're all things I am actively working on. So they're the things I've noticed as patterns in my own writing.

Alright, how about themes? Hm. I try to take a "realistic" look at things that are not realistic at all. I give characters a weird mix of fluff and angst. I used to write about small moments, but gradually I've moved into attempting plots and action. I use a variety of styles depending on the emotional palette of the fic. If given a choice between happyfuntimes and grimdarkangst I will probably go for the grimdarkangst.

I often wonder what themes other people see in my writing.

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In other news, Nostalgia is cuter than ever. Every morning I go off to school, I follow a certain pattern, which involves saying good bye to her, telling her to be good, and kissing her on the nose. Every other time I go to kiss her, she pulls back, but when we are saying bye for the day she always reaches out and bumps her nose against my lips. ADORABLE. And when I come home, she is waiting on my chair at the table and comes running to greet me the moment I'm in the door. And when I wake up, she is there next to my feet, ready to climb onto my chest and purr me to death. I kind of adore her. ♥

While I was visiting my darling twin, we had so much fun cooking delicious things! Her butternut soup is now a staple food for me - there's some in my freezer right at this very moment, and I just finished a big, lovely bowl of it. So good. So I thought I'd share the recipes for some of what we made!

( Spacehussy's Squash Soup )

( L's Whatevertheheck Pasta )

Also, just to let you all know, Nostalgia is doing fabulously. She's started doing these acrobatic leaps to catch her toys when I toss them - she doesn't always land quite right, but she is having the time of her life. And tomorrow she will be one year old! Happy birthday, Nostalgia!

This morning I meant to wake up at 6am. But it was cold and dreary, so I set my alarm for 9 (the latest I will put off feeding the cat) and went back to sleep. I kept waking up, but that's okay. Every time I woke up, it was cool but not chilly, even under just a sheet, and I could hear the soft rain in the saplings outside my window, and Nostalgia was chilly too. She didn't curl up on my feet - she moved up by my chest, and in my sleep my body curled around hers, and every time I woke up I'd gently pet her soft fur and drift back to sleep listening to the lush, green sound of late summer rain. I pulled the sheet over her little black fuzzy orb to shield her from the breeze and she purred and licked my hand.

Today is a day for cooking. It is a day for the simple joy of hot food and freezer-stockpiles and rejoicing in having new recipes to try. It is a day to make my twin's butternut and chicken sausage soup, a day to roast garlic, a day to sweep and sing to the cat while the oven ticks happily, a day to wear thick socks and throw open the windows for no good reason. It's a day to watch G1 in the kitchen and laugh over a bowl of cookie dough being mixed with bare hands.

Unfortunately it's also a day where I dicked around until 3pm, so the amount of cooking I can do before dinner is somewhat negligible. XD But I am going to enjoy the heck out of it.

Today is an awesome day. Nostalgia thinks my alarm means TIME TO KNOCK EVERYTHING OFF THE DESK LOL and that gets me up pretty quickly. XD Then I had coffee that won't make me sick (aka decaf, sigh), and I made mac & cheese, and I swept the house. Nostalgia was so absurdly excited about this, it was adorable. She followed me from room to room, taking breaks to run around at top speed (which is pretty goddamn fast) and then crouch and stare accusingly at the dust pile and then hunt a spider and then race around some more. ADORABLE. And then I put some catnip in a bowl and put her toy mice in the bowl and let the magic happen. |D She's actually not very into catnip, the sweeping was way cooler. But then she got super playful and also very chilled out at the same time, which was ADORABLE, and we played fetch with her mice for a bit. Then she got a snack because I want to fatten her up and frankly that was a lot of running around, and now we are chilling out and enjoying the nice cool breeze. Ahhhhh.


Spoilers in the links! I suddenly understand why people write MSPA fic. I am officially shipping Karkat/Jack hardcore. I love Jack. I admit it. I can't get enough of him in any iteration. I mean, there's the whole JACK: ASCEND thing which cannot be topped, and now this beautiful thing with him and Karkat. I love him. HOW ARE YOU SO AWESOME, JACK?!

Okay so Nostalgia has a giant raging urinary tract infection. Like, she's peeing blood and passing blood clots, and I brought her to the emergency vet because uh PISSING BLOOD, NOT GOOD and that only cost $184 afjsdkjhfsd So anyway. She has antibiotics. They gave her an injection right there, and they were so nice and utterly sweet to her and talked me through all the diagnostics - I have had such good luck with vets. I really have. The vet I saw fell utterly in love with her and her adorableness and her huge eyes and her wobbly walk. ♥ They drew urine right out of her bladder to test for bacteria and he actually came out and showed it to me - it was not urine, let me say that. It was the unholy fluid of my nightmares. We looked at it for a minute and then he said "So yeah we'll take a look at that, probably see some red blood cells..." and then we both started giggling inappropriately. Soooo she's on 100% wet food until the antibiotics are done, at the very least, in the hopes of pushing that crap out of her. Poor darling. I might keep her on wet forever. :( I know she adores the Acana but it can be a treat for training - she's very treat-driven, it worked for her harness training. So that is my plan. I think it is a good plan. Treatment and preventative care. Yes. :( My poor Nostalgia.

...On the other hand, she's still insanely hyper and playful and I keep thinking if this is her in pain and miserable, what will she be like when she's comfortable? I guess we'll find out soon enough. :) ...After my trip. DID I MENTION THE TIMING OF THIS WHOLE MESS REALLY SUCKS.

She's so worth it.

...in other news I'm almost done a couple different short fics. This pleases me.

( I feel bad making huge posts about my cat. I mean, who cares about someone else's cat? Seriously. I'm like Hughes shoving pictures in everyone's faces. )

In other news, I'm writing movieverse Scorponok/Starscream and I totally blame pellimusprime for all of it. It's ridiculously fun but also difficult - I'm keeping Scorponok's intelligence, intent, and sentience ambiguous. I'm debating whether to write the actual Scorponok/Starscream bit, or whether to leave it at adorable hilarious stalking/poking. I'm thinking I will leave it cute and relatively innocent. I can save Scorponok sexy times for another fic. :3 He's so challenging! I kinda love it. A lot. He's just so darn fun to write, oh my gosh. I mean, just look at this:

Blackout looked at him, dangling by his tail from the ceiling-cables, and made a sound a bit like a stifled laugh. For once they were of a level with each other. Scorponok waved a claw hesitantly, setting himself swinging again.

"This is getting absurd," Blackout told him, but he was gentle as he untangled the cables and afterwards he let Scorponok ride on his rotor-mount, so he probably wasn't serious about it.

PFFFFT SCORPONOK, HOW ARE YOU SO CUTE?