Hyperspace Hole (kylux pornstar AU)

Apr. 18th, 2019 04:39 pm
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Title: Hyperspace Hole
Ship: Kylux
Rating: Explicit
Content Warnings: N/A
Other Tags: Pornstar AU, Xenophilia, Sex Toys, Tentacle Dick, Bottom Armitage Hux, Camboy Armitage Hux, Porn Star Kylo Ren, Porn With Plot, POrn Video, Unsafe Sex
Length: Over 1k (complete)
Summary: Successful camboy Armitage Hux (stage name: Marshall Starkiller) does his first real porn scene with established actor, Kylo Ren.

My fourth fic for [community profile] dick_or_treat.
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I legitimately realized just this minute that today was not Wednesday, that Wednesday had come and gone. OOOOOPS.

Blame it on Spring Break. Blame it on being distracted by medical stuff. But really, you should blame it on me being so immersed in WsiP that I've totally lost track of everything.EEEK!

Sadly, all the things I'm working on is for [community profile] homemade2homemade so I can't share it here...yet. But, I can take a moment to cheer you all on, belatedly.

So let's do this!

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Apr. 18th, 2019 12:23 pm
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On the phone with the ex-husband, discussing next weekend. I tell him my parents are coming for the concert. He says, "Are they going to be okay with that show. I mean there's a lot of homosexuals there..."

I say, "They'll be fine, and also that word is only used by people who are being disparaging."

He says, "What am I supposed to call people who have same-sex attraction?"

I say, "That phrase also is only used by people who are disparaging."

He says he's apparently not politically correct but he doesn't mean to be insulting. I do not have either time or inclination to teach him appropriate language usage as I am sitting at my work desk with half the office around me. But seriously, he sounds exactly like the oh-so-concerned "love the sinner hate the sin" crowd.

Wish I'd thought to answer his question with "People."

Green flash

Apr. 18th, 2019 10:23 am
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Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I saw the green flash at sunset.

Bucket list item.

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Apr. 18th, 2019 09:36 am
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One week to concert, and Tammie's got a nasty cough/cold and my throat is scratchy. Yikes!

Still have four songs I'm not confident on the memorization (or in one case, even the notes, bah I hate when our part is 90% doos and oohs, I have a terrible time remembering which ones and how many and what notes they go on). Time for much cramming.

And somewhere in there I've got to make time to edit my podfic polygons assignment.

And tidy the house because my parents are coming for the show. They're not staying with us, and may not even visit the house because of how the schedule works out, but...

Luckily, tomorrow is a work holiday.

Come and gone.

Apr. 17th, 2019 11:27 pm
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Standing around in Central Park, waiting for the shuttle to take us from the Boathouse to Fifth Avenue, we chatted about how we were doing at such a late, tired hour. I said I was going to crash when I got back to my apartment - "Don't say crash," someone else told me. I laughed, and said I was okay. I explained, I'd had a couple of drinks and then some coffee, some water too, and I was at a good balance of everything to keep coasting for a while. At least until I got back to my apartment, after which, I said, I won't say anything more.

I got driven out of the park, and I got driven into the park. My brother had the time and willingness to drive me and the Gala's baked goods to the Boathouse, and took deep pleasure in doing so - as he said, it might be the one day in his life he drives in Central Park. It was a good day for it, too: that brief time when both flowers and leaves are new and everything is fresh.

I got there early, almost too early, two and a half hours to spare. I walked around the park some, enjoying the people and sunshine. I set up everything, and watched it go into the kitchens for safekeeping until it was time for the after-dinner coffee. I hung out with a couple raptor people from New Jersey, and met a Barred Owl named Mitzi and a Red-Tailed Hawk named Ruby. Both of them got a lot of attention from the birds nearby, with the jays and blackbirds - of course it was the corvids - being the first to start shouting about them, with the sparrows and cardinals joining in. So I joked they should do bird walks with raptors as bait. Bring out the other birds and let people listen.

Things were being set up and arranged up until the last moment before the doors opened for the guests. As it's been said, the show doesn't go on because it's ready, the show goes on because it's showtime. And what a show it was! There was a cheese table, a specific table for cheese, with seven different kinds and someone who'd cut small slices off the logs and wheels when someone wanted a piece. I've been to weddings that aren't as fancy as that.

This is the Flocktail's first year in this space. Far more expensive than other years - the previous locations were all provided for free - and also far nicer. Not just for the catering. It was an airy, open room, with a tall ceiling and windows all around, plus a view out to the Central Park boating pond. When someone got up onto the small stage, everyone could hear them, and when someone got onto the floor to perform, everyone could see them. It wasn't huge, just a couple hundred people. Enough you couldn't meet everybody, and enough you could feel comfortable with just about anyone.

Sometimes the party picked up, sometimes it slowed down. A lot of it was standing or sitting around, eating fancy food and talking to people. It was an open bar, but I've learned since college, and just had two drinks, counting the prosecco they were handing out on trays at the door.

The moments of picking up were numerous, though. There were three dance numbers. There was a short performance by Nellie McKay. The live auction had a professional auctioneer, the kind that talked at fifteen miles a minute and whipped the audience into clapping every time the bid hit another hundred dollars, do I hear sixteen hundred, sixteen, seventeen hundred, eighteen hundred, he's bidding the boat, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one!

It ended up being over twenty-one hundred dollars. I think it went for thirty-one hundred, outbidding the two all-access passes to the Tribeca film festival and the tickets to Hamilton. That one was for a walk in Central Park with the director of the Wild Bird Fund. And Bill Irwin.

It takes a particular audience to get whipped up about Bill Irwin - who would, in fact, be sailing a little boat he'd brought with him out on the Reflecting Pool during the walk. And I was so, so happy to be in that audience.

I approached him near the end of the night, told him I loved how he moved on stage and shook his hand. I did the same for Nellie McKay. But I didn't give her my card. I gave Bill Irwin my card.

As part of the preparations for this, in addition to baking so many cupcakes several people took about a dozen each home with them, I got business cards. So yes. I have cards. Do you want my card? I have a card, drop me a line. I can send you something, here's my card. You need my name, it's on my card.

Though I have to say, much as I loved casually offering out my card, much as I adored exchanging meaningful words with Bill Irwin, glad as I was to attend this sort of thing where the full cost of ingredients was much less than a ticket, what I liked most was being there at the start and the end. Seeing what goes into making it possible, getting it set up and taken down. The stillness before and after all the dancing, when it's open and ready for the night, and when it's just a few people left out in the night, ready to be home.

hello, the future

Apr. 17th, 2019 06:34 pm
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I try to keep political stuff off my dw, by and large, but this is just simple and beautiful and not at all acrimonious.

topical cryptic clue

Apr. 17th, 2019 05:03 pm
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Cathedral to be remade, not demolished (5, 4)

[explanation in comments]

Ana, delightful child, gave me a cold

Apr. 23rd, 2019 04:28 pm
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I wanted earlier to say that this cold is wiping me out, and I also wanted to say that it's kicking my butt, two phrases which are semantically similar. What came out is "This cold is wiping my butt", which isn't. ("This cold is kicking me out" would have been equally puzzling, but less funny.)


Read more... )

Cruzin’ for a Bruisin’

Apr. 17th, 2019 01:05 pm
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Ted Cruz says something really stupid about Notre Dame and Disney [Raw Story]

They all look alike

Apr. 17th, 2019 05:44 am
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Amazon is angry at the researcher who showed that its facial recognition system doesn’t work well with darker faces. [Insurance Journal]

Thanx to [personal profile] andrewducker

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Apr. 22nd, 2019 12:31 am

Trace your hand.

Apr. 16th, 2019 11:12 pm
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I spent a brief, intense few minutes this evening coordinating logistics between four different people, myself included. It was something that would've been simpler if everyone was in the same room, or at least reachable by phone, but at least it's reasonably completed now. Making sure that a car can take me and the masses of baked goods over to the party location tomorrow afternoon shouldn't be so tricky, but when it's in Manhattan, it needs a lot of checking assorted regulations. Like if privately owned cars are allowed in Central Park. Turns out, yes, for a small number of reasons and if they follow specific rules.

In more pleasant news, I finished the rough draft of the Gunn/Wesley fic. Outsider POV, keeping in the everyone's-human-and-the-demons-don't-matter setting, probably not to everyone's interest and something I enjoyed the experience of writing.

Also the Cordelia/Phantom Dennis thing.

The first one's about 2000, the second about 3000. It's kind of odd to write something so short after getting used to taking at least 20,000 to tell the story, but these didn't need to be all that long, either.

I know they need to be better than they are right now, though, so if anyone's open for beta-reading, feel free to drop me a line.


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