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( Jun. 23rd, 2034 03:25 am)
This is the journal of a bisexual cis woman in the Pacific Northwest who has been in fandom for *muttermumble* years. I run by 'hipgnosis' over on, 'mass_hipgnosis' on Ao3 and twitter, and 'agoldenblackbird' on Tumblr. Or you can call me Birdy. I do sometimes talk politics on my various social media platforms, but it's mostly restricted to a seething hatred for Donald Trump. I have somehow managed to almost completely miss the bullying, bigotry, trolling, drama, wank, and other assorted asshattery that can be found online in my little corner of the internet. I'm not entirely sure how I got so lucky, but I'm prepared to defend my patch against anyone looking to change that. TROLL AT YOUR OWN RISK.

The bulk of my old fic lives here since the exodus from LJ, new stuff hits Ao3, and I'm terrible at finishing things in a timely manner, or sometimes at all. This is not because I don't write - I write every day! I'm just an iceberg writer. About 10% makes it onto the internet, and the rest lurks offline in .odt docs getting edited, rewritten and poked at until I decide it's ready for public view.

If you want to friend me, come on in! But you don't need to for the fic - nothing's locked.
This goes to Ao3, which at last count had 5700+ bookmarks in 50+ different fandoms. You can filter by bookmarker's tag 'have read' for fics I liked enough to save - I can't vouch for the quality of anything in the 'to read' section. Have fun!

This goes to my Pinboard account, which I will probably have until the heat death of the universe, and is mostly (MOSTLY) non-Ao3 fic.

This goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at fifty paces.
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( Oct. 20th, 2030 07:08 pm)

Deleted until I can re-code everything for DW.
mass_hipgnosis: (dean!!!)
( Mar. 26th, 2012 01:48 am)
It's not you, it's me. Really. I don't have internet at home due to budget issues and all my friends have adorable children, which means in the get paid to babysit adorable children vs. $5 coffee so I can use the internet war with regards to leisure time, internet generally loses. Sorry.

Title: i saw a spark, but it was dark

Summary: "When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." What if Azazel got to Sam when he was a bit younger?

Pairing: none, I wrote gen! What is this fuckery? But you can consider it pre-Sam/Dean if that makes your slasher heart happy; if I keep writing in this 'verse I'll more than likely get there eventually.

Rating: PG-13 for language, creep factor

Word Count: dunno, VERY SHORT.

Disclaimer: Fake like a three-dollar bill, yo.

Author's Notes: Ideas shamelessly ganked from Gnarls Barkley's 'The Boogie Monster' and 'Storm Coming.' Both can be found on St. Elsewhere, which I highly recommend. Title from 'Necromancing,' same album. This is basically just me proving that I AM NOT DEAD AND I AM WRITING, LOOK LOOK SEE?

i got a monster in my closet, someone's underneath my bed... )

Or; Five Ways RL Has Beaten Me Up, Then Kicked Me While I Was Down

1. Swine Flu

2. Car Accident

3. Having to move...TWICE

4. Support one (1) cousin through rehab and assorted life-fixing aftermath (for alcohol)

5. Support one (1) cousin through rehab (post-brain damage, incurred due to drunken shenanigans; not the same cousin, because my family is AWESOME like that)

You want more? I got more!

So...I am still writing. Sort of. It's been mostly for pleasure (i.e. as an escape from the suckitude of RL) so I don't have anything finished, but I am still WRITING. And I really WILL complete everything I owe from help_haiti, I WILL REALLY, I AM SORRY FOR BEING A HORRIBLE PERSON WHO FAILS AT DEADLINES. I will put it out into the ether before I freak and delete it, or something. I don't know! /o\ I think this is related to the last D/s pornlet, but my fingers didn't consult me before they started writing this. This is not a proper fic, and therefore does not get a header, but blah blah NC-17 blah blah disclaimer-cakes.

start bending me (until i'm completely broken) )
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( Feb. 11th, 2010 06:07 pm)
Was hanging out with the Muse's little sister the other day...let's call her 'Blonde,' since she is. NEway, was tutoring Blonde in math, and when we were done with that she went on my laptop since she is, I believe, physically addicted to Facebook. And she was showing me different photo galleries of her friends and stuff, and one of the new ones was from a guy she knows. The pics were of him and his, at first I thought, BF, and there was shirtless cuddling and neck-kissing and making out, all from the classic one-handed self-photo angle. Emo-bangs pretty boys macking on each other? Hawt. She was going for the euwww reaction, to which I said, "Homophobia is lame, sweetie," and she was all, "No, that's not why it's gross!" since they are both IN HER CLASS and they are FRATERNAL TWINS. IDK why a teenager would post pictures like that ON FB for people to, like, see? I mean, it was flocked, but still. IDK why, I'm just thankful. RL brother-boyfriends, kinky.

...why do I feel like more of a perv for thinking that than for SLASHING THE JONAS BROTHERS?
This is BigBang check-in! [ profile] hunters_retreat, [ profile] kirusai, I'm looking in your direction! These are my totals:

Jonas BigBang 15K DUE JULY 1ST: 1037 words
J2 BigBang 20K DUE MAY 1ST: 1971 words
Bandom BigBang 20K DUE APRIL 30TH: 806 words
Merlin BigBang 20K NO DUE DATE YET: 975 words

How are you doing?
Was kidnapped by the Muse for an indeterminate amount of time. AGAIN. Here's an excerpt from our day...

Muse: *pokes baby* Make noises!
Me: She's not a toy.
Muse: That's what you think! *throws her in the air and makes airplane noises*
Me: *sigh* Give me that before you break it.
Muse: Here. While you're up, she needs a new diaper.
Me: Fuck.
Muse: No takebacks! You touched it last!
Me: I hate you.
Muse: *victory arms*

Bandom/Men In Black fusion fic. Spencer is LVPD. He sees something he shouldn't and his old BFF Ryan who MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHED after high school shows up in a dark suit and RECRUITS HIM. Brendon is an intergalactic political refugee hiding on Earth who excuses his weirdness as being MORMON, and Spencer and Ryan have to FIND HIM and hand him over to the enemies that took over his planet because they are threatening to destroy the Earth. Only Spencer FALLS IN LOVE and REFUSES and there is an EPIC BATTLE. BOB BRYAR AS RIP TORN'S CHARACTER.

Whoring myself for charity over at [ profile] help_haiti. $2 can buy you a fic of your very own, at least 3,000 words, just in time for Valentine's Day! (Hint: feel free to ask for kinky porn. I want the winning bidder to get their money's worth!)

ETA: Here is my bidding thread, so it doesn't get lost in the shuffle.

Or, flist, think about signing up! It's a good way to help for those of us who can't afford to send money.

I have also offered jewelry HERE:

and I will post photos tomorrow.
...yeah, ahahaha, no.

So I spent the hols with my parents ('time with my parents' is a disproportionately large percentage of my social life, actually, especially since I'm twenty-five, but I ♥ them so whatever), including NYE. We got drunk, ate tacos and watched CNN. Which I know sounds lame, but watching Kathy Griffin try to make Anderson Cooper's head explode is actually really entertaining, and after that we listened to music and babysat my Dad, who is FIFTY YEARS OLD and apparently still can't hold his wine, or at least learn when to say when. We call him the Problem Child.

You probably think I'm kidding, but I'm really, really not. I hold my liquor better than he does. But he is a cute drunk, we usually just listen to music (with me and my laptop as the DJ). I actually got them to listen to ADAM LAMBERT and LIKE IT. Which, since they don't usually like anything recorded after I was born and especially disdain American Idol, is quite the accomplishment.

I love my parents. A lot. And you guys (girls) too.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I know we all have a deep and abiding love for Google, okay? As we should. But if there was a lazy-little-bitch way to help save the environment (and your laptop battery), wouldja?

See Blackle.

See Blackle Search.

Search, Blackle, Search!

So basically, Blackle is a Google-powered search engine with a black background. Because sites with black backgrounds take less energy to display, if everyone who uses Google now used Blackle instead, it would save 8.3 MWh/day, globally. Just to put that in perspective for everybody, 8.3 MWh is enough energy to power 830 homes for a year.

Yes, really. A. YEAR.

Keep in mind that Blackle is not Google: it is Google-powered. There is no Blackle Maps, Blackle Image Search, Blackle Docs, or B-Mail. Sadly. It also doesn't do that predictive search thing, but I find that incredibly annoying and frankly I'm glad to have a search engine without it.

Come to Blackle with me, flist? PLEEEASE?
So apparently I won an award for Best Short Romance for Thistles over at the House/Cameron Fanfic Awards, which kind of astonishes me because it was my first-ever House fic. Not to go all Oscar-speech on you guys, but I was thrilled just to be nominated, I certainly never expected to didn't expect it, in fact, that I didn't know because I never checked back until now. So thank you, [ profile] athousandsmiles, for nominating me, and thank you to everyone who voted, I love you all. *kisses* For anyone who was wondering, Awful Nice, which was up for a Cammie in the Fluff category, lost out to [ profile] jesmel's Day Off, but she happens to be one of my very favorite House/Cameron writers and definitely deserved it.

Once again, credit for the stunning banner goes to [ profile] vicodin_martini.
If you haven't tried Mystery Google, you're missing out. For the uninitiated; Mystery Google is a version of Google that, when you submit a search, gives you the results of the search submitted by the person before you. A lot of people submit a search such as 'dance like a taco' or 'call NPA-NXX-XXXX and sing us a song.' These same people apparently post their Mystery Google Mission results to MLIA. I think that's kind of awesome, and I'm sad that apparently a couple of people are ruining it for everybody else by using it for prank calls and/or random hookups.


Tonight on Mystery Google I was given a phone number and told to call and leave a message singing my favorite Britney Spears song. I'm from Canada, and the number was an Alabama area code. I called anyway, and sang 'Womanizer.' International call? 4 cents a minute. Random hysterical entertainment? Priceless.

This is the kind of thing I get up to when I spend time with the Muse and we run out of baby clothes to sort.


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