akireyta: copperbadge: mangy-mongrel: concerningwolves: concerningwolves: I feel like fandom generations are both very specific and easily conflated. Like,, you either live through so many they blur together into one hellish mess or you join in on one generation and remain blissfully unaware of the previous ones Trekkster Gods No internet fledgeling fandom women run everything seriously where the fuck did we go wrong fandom wouldn’t exist as we know it without these women conventions, badges, quite a lot of taboo but also lots of fun closely-knit communities mostly discussions in magazines hogging the phone so you can chat with your friends (while trying to pretend the rest of your family doesn’t exist) basement meetings fanart what?? Dawn of Networking tin-bucket sites and forums the badly assembled DIY IKEA kits of the internet these were strange places i’m too young to know firsthand but I’ve heard the stories they were like,, inhabited by eldrich beings who would sell souls in exchange for fanfics early RPs nobody was quite sure what they were doing but!! You could connect with more fans quickly!!! made obsessing less lonely yay “I was there Gandalf” Live Journal small internet communities the name “Ann Rice” strikes fear into your […]
Daily Archives: 30 December, 2018
This one is for @vegetacide for her prompt ‘Popcorn and a movie…’ This was supposed to be much more lighthearted, but Virg just didn’t feel that way. That is probably because this is Sotto Voce sometime after ‘The Price’. I hope you enjoy this little ficlet. ::hugs you:: It was the top of the world. Or the bottom. It depended upon your perspective. In any case, it was time off, a treehouse, five brothers, one sister and an AI in the middle of a rainforest. Virgil stood on the balcony and stared out at the sea of trees. In the very far distance he could just see a hint of the Pacific Ocean, but other than that smudge on the horizon, it was tropical rainforest horizon to horizon. The last of the Daintree. The Treehouse, with a capital T, was extremely isolated and a very privileged place to visit. Of course, money to the Tracy boys was just a means to an end, and this end was something they all needed so much. Of course, it was really only a Treehouse in name. It could more readily be described as a penthouse minus the lower floors. A tree did branch up through […]
tagsecretsanta: Thank you Nutty for filling in last minute with this wonderful piece, both I and Emma truly appreciate it! As always, Secret Santa does not own this piece, full credit goes to the author mentioned above! Title: Happy New Year A TAG Secret Santa fic Author: Gumnut 27 – 30 Dec 2018 Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS Rating: Teen Summary: Not the average new year’s eve. Word count: 3439 Spoilers & warnings: Timeline: Standalone My prompt was: How the Tracy family celebrate Christmas and new year Author’s note: Okay, this fic is a little weird and I’m not sure it answers the prompt, but it is what happened when I started typing. I hope you enjoy it anyway. And I hope you all have a fantastic new year 😀 Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother. -o-o-o- Ten…the match caught and flickered in the breeze. She caught it, wrapping it with her hands, nursing it to the candle, and letting out a breath as flared into life. Module Four hit the surface of the North Pacific Ocean and immediately started rolling in the swell. Thunderbird Two’s heavy-duty spotlights tracked it as […]
A little Warm Rain and an argument. Virgil/Kayo I prompted myself (and will now go and look at the lovely prompts on my previous post ::rubs hands together eagerly:: ) with this photo This started in one place and ended up in completely another. She came out here sometimes to pretend to read. She came with alcohol and she came with anger. The second story of their private villa was built purely for the view. large windows opened to their bedroom and a large stone balcony paralleled the horizon, only the sea between the two. She came out here to be angry. The reasons varied, but each time she would sit silent and work through the cause of that anger. The alternative was violence and that was not a solution. She loved Virgil. She loved him with everything she had. But he was not perfect. She was not perfect. So the balcony, though not often, was used to manage those angry moments. Today it was a decision in the field. He had chosen to protect her. She didn’t need protection. They had been attending a rescue in one of those few remaining countries with a strong patriarchal influence, where women were […]
I dare you to prompt me! Ignoring all my current works-in-progress and tell me what you would like me to write tonight 😀 Thunderbirds fandom only 😀 And I can’t guarantee anything, but prompt away anyway 😀 Nutty(there was an edge, but I found it boring and jumped off it :D)
lizpowley: Finished 😀#rivoli #swarovski #pendant #miyuki #beadweaving #beads #beading #jewellery #jewellerydesign (at Adelaide, South Australia)https://www.instagram.com/p/Br_1X8JDQFc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1s2k9gvvb4ehq What I made today 😁