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Update, June 2013: Dudes, I am super lazy about updating this, and AO3 is way more navigable than this mess of a list. If you want to find fic on my journal, the tagging system should have your back (or leave a comment and I will help you find the fic!).

Since fanfiction and fanart are basically the only things I post, here's a list. I realize you could just go through my tags, but I hate doing that on other people's journals, so why should I make anyone else?

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fic post: Kick the Ball Dead

I finished another fic! This is Rivers of London fic I wrote really quickly in January, then sat on for 6 fricking months because I don't know anything about rugby. But it's done now! Enjoy this basically irredeemable rarepair pwp. With rugby.

Kick the Ball Dead
Rivers of London
Rating: adult
(alcohol, explicit sex, swearing, and a lot of boundary negotiation)
Characters: Frank Caffrey/Thomas Nightingale
Wordcount: 5600ish
Summary: Thomas tries to watch rugby, tries to have a nice night with Frank, tries to keep his dignity, and sort of succeeds. More or less. It's hard to do all three at once.
A/N: Set sometime in the Whispers Under Ground—Broken Homes range.

Read it on the AO3!

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okay so this is what's been going on

A whole lot of stuff, that's what.

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I finished a fic!!!! It is for like... two people to read. Maybe three. But I've been meaning to write it for 1.5 years and now it exists!

Walk the Straight Road Alone
The Crossroads and the Gate - Imogen Calhoun
Rating: adult
(swearing, non-graphic violence, explicit sex, god problems, and a lot of stuff about consent - mostly trial-and-error negotiation)
Characters: Arruén/Venadan
Wordcount: 7100ish
Summary: Gods make endings difficult. Gods make everything difficult.
(Alright, Venadan makes things a little difficult too.)
A/N: This is a fanfic of The Crossroads and the Gate, which I love a lot and also have thought way too much about. I recommend reading that before you try to read this (also, I just recommend it in general).

Read it on the AO3!

I wrote this and three other fics by voice memo while driving across the country, which means that I have a weird first draft podfic. Dunno what I'll do with them, maybe some kind of process post. It was interesting, though! I've been reading about Dorothy Sayers and Margery Allingham and several other authors from around that time dictating their novels and my reaction was basically 'woah what how????' The writing technique that I've built up through constant word processor use tends to be very choppy and non-linear, and would drive a typist up the wall. But I was stuck in a car and my phone has a very good voice recorder, so I thought I'd give it a shot with some fics I've had kicking around for 1.5 years to a couple of days, (relatively) short fics that I had fully plotted out. I think it turned out well! Although I then put this fic through four drafts, haha, and I'm still catching typos now that I've posted. ...Let me know if you see anymore.

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concert post: First Ave 45th anniversary!

Still trying to catch up. I also need to do a life summary post because A LOT has happened, but that is waiting until I get through all the concert stuff.

First Ave is a really good local concert venue - I've seen Bastille there, and Doomtree, and the Mountain Goats, and Against Me! I def approve of their band coverage, and they do a lot to promote local music as well. They did a few shows for their 45th anniversary, and a fencing friend and I went to this one which was all local acts. It was eclectic but also rad!

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Band post: Jukebox the Ghost

I am sooooo behind with band posts, and I actually like having these as reference a lot, so I am going to make a good faith attempt to catch up even though it's late and I should be sleeping. I've seen 4 concerts this semester, and this was the first, right before the semester actually started in January! It was Jukebox the Ghost.

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Okay, this is the post about fencing and gender that I've been thinking about for a while. Because I think about fencing literally every day, haha.

Today in particular I was talking to another coach at a competition. We were from the only two schools that had brought sabre that day, and we were bemoaning that. A couple other schools had promised to bring sabre, but had dropped out at the last second because they didn't have enough people. Sabre is generally the smallest event at any fencing event, but it can be especially rough at the high school level. Well, sure, I said. After all, it's only in the last generation (my generation) that you have women who grew up fencing sabre and can pass it on/coach/act as role models for the next generation of fencers. There wasn't an American national championship for women's sabre until 1988, and that only came after huge efforts by the amazing Ruby Watson. We didn't get a world championship until 1999, or an Olympic event until 2004. Two thousand and fucking four.

"What," said the other coach. "Are you blaming this on the fencing patriarchy?"

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Update: A ridiculous amount of fencing

I've been pretty quiet lately, and it's because I've been SUPER STRESSED OUT about this fencing competition my club was hosting. It's the brainchild of me and one of the other officers, and I ended up doing quite a bit of the organization. Which sucked up a lot of time since the competition attracted about three times as many people as we were expecting. Like, it was a silly relay team tournament, and we were figuring about 4-6 teams per weapon would show up and we'd do a round robin. Instead 11-13 teams per weapon showed up (about 100 people), and we had to do bouts + bracket. For a solid two weeks I've been watching the registration numbers climb and panicking. I obtained extra strips (so that we had 12), got us access to one of the local clubs when we realized we'd probably run past the closing time of our gym, got places to stay for 11 out-of-state fencers, and sent a huge number of emails.

Put on top of this that I had agreed to fence all three weapons with two of my friends. Hahahaha.

But it all went really well! Really, really well. We fit all 12 strips in the gym, and all of the out-of-state fencers had places to stay. Sabre ran smoothly, and while foil and epee got delayed a little, they ran mostly smoothly too. We did end up in the overflow location, but mostly it seemed like people understood that this was a ridiculous experience and had fun with it. People came up to me all day to say thank you for organizing it and that they'd had a great time and were looking forward to next year. I was my usual competitive mess and got pretty upset when we got knocked out in sabre, but I did have a lot of fun fencing foil and I did better in epee than usual. And my friends were very high-energy, which was great because we finished at 10.45 pm. After starting at 9 (and I was already doing organization stuff at 7.30). 14 hours of fencing. My mantra was 'NEXT YEAR TWO DAYS,' and I think that will help us out a lot. Also it wouldn't be as exhausting. I spent today in a fog of stiff limbs, bruised arms and superbowl, haha. In total I fenced about 39 bouts, which is A LOT.

There's lots of little things that made it super worthwhile. Getting to fence the head coach of my HS gig in her weapon (and getting crushed). Swapping between weapons and feeling how it changed my sabre game. Chatting with people that I know well or have never met or see once a year. Getting to fence against some of my students as competitors (although I sadly missed out on fencing some of my other students). It was a huge full day and it was overwhelming and wonderful. As one of the other officers put it: "this is a nightmare, I'm so excited."

Results-wise: top 8 in sabre and foil, and second place in epee (which is great because none of us fence epee). The head coach at my HS and her team got second in foil, a team mostly made up of my students got second in sabre, and of course I know half of the people who participated so a full accounting would basically be the same as reproducing all of the results. But I'm really glad it went well and I'm really glad it's OVER. Last night we went from cleaning up to a late night Chinese place, where I ate a huge amount of food and reveled in the fact that I'm almost done with this tournament. Just need to upload the results tomorrow and send out an email thanking everyone for fencing and helping and being great.

I was re-reading my earliest posts about fencing on this blog the other night, and thinking about how I would never have been able to envision myself doing any of this stuff. Coaching, being a club officer, organizing a big competition. I'm really glad I've kept a journal for these 7 years of sports obsession, so that I can see how everything gradually changed.

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Super late concert post: Doomtree

Waaay back in December, I was lucky enough to have tickets to the 10th (and last) Doomtree Blowout! It was amazing.

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Life: 24 hours on a frickin bus

I'm preparing to get on a bus tomorrow morning with the high school team, to coach them at a big tournament on Saturday. In order to get there we have to be on a bus 12 hours each way, which adds up to TOO MUCH BUS and TOO MUCH KIDS. I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm preparing by digging out my DVD of By the Sword, because they are old enough to be introduced to that greatest of fencing classics. I am also preparing by not going to bed as early as I had hoped (I'm waiting for laundry to finish), which I guess will mean that I'll sleep better on the bus?? We can only dream. Probably not dream, I usually don't dream when I nap on buses.

Today I got ambushed by a neighbor who has a broken phone and no car, loaned her my phone briefly, acquiesced to giving her a ride to the hospital and back, and then hid in my house with the lights off in case her lawyer failed to show up and she needed a ride to court. It was okay, lawyer showed up and honked really loudly outside of my window to let her know that they were waiting. I also took my cat to the vet, coached, and went to my own practice with the new assistant coach who I'd never seen fence before. She's okay, she fences like someone from Western Mass who never got a proper lesson and has been learning by doing. There was a lot of frantic slashing that I just sort of backed away from, but she's got some solid footwork and takes correction very easily.

Now that I have shared my day and done a proper journal post, please help me in my bus endeavors by telling me interesting things about your day or fandoms or ??? I'm too tired to think of three things.

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