tea_and_ink: (our last day as children)
Today I am grateful because I picked up my notebook and WROTE SOMETHING. Of the fannish variety, that is. And I like it.

Not sure it'll go anywhere, but since I've been spending unholy amounts of time not paying attention in class thinking up ways to crossover the Codex Alera with Merlin, I thought it would be interesting to see if it took any kind of shape if I sat down and played with it for a bit. It did?

I think. Maybe.

Though its actually some sort of patchwork thing made with elements from the Kencyrath universe, Aleran furies and my own Arthurian preferences... good luck, ye who enter here.

Whatever, I'm happy with it. Thoroughly unbeta'd as I just finished it and HAD TO TELL SOMEBODY.

OMG I WROTE SOMETHING! Thanks for inspiration, man. Really.

real quick

Jul. 18th, 2010 11:14 am
tea_and_ink: (one does not love breathing)
Happy birthday [livejournal.com profile] vinylroad  hope all is shiny and lovely and generally non-sucky or explosive (unless it's in a good way. of course). I'm here where I told you I'd be and I'm looking for something to honor your awesome, so worry not.

Corollary to that, I'm in love with this place, forgot my gloves this morning and I sort of can't feel my hands but that is irrelevant because I LOVE THIS PLACE. Pictures to come.

Anyway, all my bestest to Kat, and lots of love to the flist on this fine sunday.

::sends love to the universe at large::


Jul. 4th, 2010 09:01 am
tea_and_ink: (Default)
I've spent the second half of this week with my mental calendar on one day behind. So technically, to me, today is Saturday.

This, of course, explains how come the school next door did not have class yesterday. It's like I live under a rock or something...
tea_and_ink: (Default)
Okay, so, it's like this, I have an awesome, completely adorable and unequivocally hot complexion that happens to be so (to me, anyway) solely on the merits of it being MY complexion.

So eff you world. My body issues are not triggered by your thinly-veiled racist remarks. You may leave my exalted presence now. TYVM.
tea_and_ink: (bound to catch the heavens if they fall)
For the last few eons lifetimes weeks I've been forced to college the frack out, so I do apologize for the inconvenient disappearing. Especially when there were these couple of mornings when my coffee was sweetened by the presence of several beautifully nomy-looking virtual snow flake cookies. Thank you to the lovely ladies who saw fit I had one, I hope the lateness of my gratitude is forgiven by the knowledge that you have pulled me through some seriously horrid days when my faith in humanity was painfully tried.

Still burning my eyelashes (and hand, that one sleepy morning with the kettle) over finals, but I thought the time was ripe for me to stop shying away from LJ and face my fear of not being able to let go after such a long time going practically without.

Gonna go now, gotta finish this chapter before I can start on the next, you see. God, I so want this to be over. Like, yesterday.

Love you lots, and lots (and lots). Again, thank you for lighting up my days!
tea_and_ink: (fortune teller)
I have a conundrum.

I wrote the fic I owe Zo first because DARK ANGEL!!!11! ::ahem:: and then stored it to come back to it because I wasn't quite pleased with the result. We'll come back to this as it is the root of all evil the very reason I'm so behind on posting these fics.

Then I wrote Anna-Mousey's prompt and I was quite pleased with it (ask Zo) and then I stored it away until I'd fixed my relationship with other one, so that I could post them both simultaneously, or at the very least as close to each other as possible as I am all about equality.

A few weeks ago my computer acted out and erased several files it had no business erasing, since many, many of them were school related I tended to those first, it wasn't until about a week and a half later that my conscience kicked in and I decided enough was enough, I would patch things up with the first fic and we'd come out of it stronger for it, our love would be reignited and this would become a source of strength in future difficult experiences. The fic was erased with the other files and my heart was broken in millions of tiny itty bitty little pieces never to be fully gathered again.

So, CONUNDRUM, should I appease my guilt and post Anna-Mousey's fic regardless of the readiness, or lack thereof, of Zo's? Or, should I soldier on (I'm still soldiering on) and fully re-write Zo's fic first before posting either?

Both of this solutions carry the same pros and the same cons, they would both make my soul a better place, and they would both weight further down my conscience as they are not the absolute best possible solution. I'm torn. Suggestions?
tea_and_ink: (el dia de todas las almas)
Friend 1: so, you say you're a catholic, however you don't go to church or practice any kind of catholic rituals. That I know of.
Friend 2: Well, yeah, you can give me that look. Or you can see it as I do.
Me: How's that?
F2: I just don't let the religious part of my religious belief interfere with my religious belief.

Sometimes it does pay off to be only sober one around, man.

Also, to make up for my sorrowful lack of alcohol consumption, the bestie's been throwing Neuromancer references at me since I stepped into the apartment. I hearts him.
tea_and_ink: (bound to catch the heavens if they fall)
I may or may not have spent the entire afternoon neglecting my duties procrastinating not writing stuff reading ST fic. And, um, most of it may or may not have been Sulu centric. It's not confirmed yet, the jury's still out (or refusing to come back in because they, as I, may be kind of embarrassed by the undeniably unanimously reached verdict), but I may or hey, may not, have a thing for Sulu's unrelenting awesomeness.


::patiently waits until her ST fever dies down a bit:: ::she means it, dammit::


Jul. 14th, 2009 08:24 pm
tea_and_ink: (that new car smell)
Okay, this is me being all helpful and in my quest to make the world a better place.

The Encounter by [profile] cole_chan  deserves your total and undivided attention for the painfully short time it takes to read. Because it is lovely, adorable and utterly fangirling material. Even if you don't like/know of/fangirl to death one fandom or the other, or hey, either, you still should go and read simply for the pleasure of it. There. Um, it's a Doctor Who/Star Trek reboot crossover that makes so much sense and will leave you with the greatest starry eyes ever.

Also, went skiing, took a truckload of pictures, came home to a crashed computer, fixed the computer (because I rock, and am fearless and also desperate) by myself, uploaded the pictures and proceeded to curse a couple car window reflexions (we were moving, it was cold, I was not allowed to be wee bit happy for a wee bit second because the step father likes to castrate me like that), called my brother and gloated about how I'm basking in the snow while he's slowly cooking in his own sweat, he kindly reminded me he does not like snow as I do, I still gloated.

Um. Pics to come, and also those little stories I owe Anna and Zo.

Much love, bbs. Which you can tell by my effusive reccing of (ha!) yet another ST fic. I'll go back to Spn and J2, promise. It's just, you guys, ST is soooo shinyyyyy! and snarky.

tea_and_ink: (el dia de todas las almas)

Clearly I could rule the world, seeing as how I win at life so hard sometimes.

Needs a bit more honey. BUT I SHOULD, LIKE, PATENT THIS STUFF. Or something.

Anyone interested in the recipe?

Pics to come, for sure because OMG I MADE UP A BREAD!


Jun. 5th, 2009 02:44 pm
tea_and_ink: (happiness)

here at zacharyquinto.com

Um. How come this picture has me so over the moon? It's like a supernova going off in my face right now, for reasons I don't care to delve deeper into unknown to me I can' t stop grinning.

I think this makes up for Einstein's utter fail at holding up his end of a quantum mechanics conversation. But then, I'm not very good at that either. Also? wth, brain? Is it wrong of me to want to find the link between quantum physics and human psychology? if for no other reason that not feel like I missed the target with the career choosing thingy.


Baked a cake the other day, and it wasn't until I tasted it's saltiness that I realized the sugar hadn't even been measured out to begin with... I continue to win at life, as you can tell.

Also? and probably the entire point of this post, aside from the Quinto-Obama appreciation bit where's Cas? Cas, where are you? I MISS OUR PROFOUNDLY INTELLECTUAL AND METAPHYSICAL CONVERSATIONS, WOMAN. I CAN HAS MY BARACKLES NAO? kthkz

I'll just be here, living vicariously through movie stars for a little while, if anybody needs me.

tea_and_ink: (el dia de todas las almas)
No, I'm putting one up, just curious about how would that work.

I had this dream, right? and it's in total keeping with the alphabetized playlist on that highly improbable wedding I mentioned earlier. Remember?

Except. This time it involved a profoundly intellectual conversation with Mohinder Suresh about how "swine", "swoon" and "swan" had the same root origin and thus were likely to be actual conjugations of the same verb. This, of course, was supported by the linguistic knowledge I have accumulated throughout my years of speaking English... and also my interest in convincing him that getting me in the same room with Spock would constitute a great service to humanity (and Vulcans as well, clearly).

Seriously, do you not agree events like this should be mentioned in whatever form of self-advertising I might see myself forced to partake in?

P.S.: I have a new favorite word: spaghettification. I'm gonna go now and dream up some wildly hilarious interesting scenarios in which this term can get tossed around, all the while being acutely aware of how it actually does get tossed around in some highly intellectual circles. I LOVE PHYSICISTS. (also, LJ spell check recognizes it ::loves::)

tea_and_ink: (peeks)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYBIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you lots and would tremendously appreciate it if you could pick up your damn phone. You know I always wish the very best for everybody you and this time is no exception, you're an amazing person and I kind of sort of worship admire you enough to tell you so. Hence the public acceptance of my own shortcomings happiness and gratefulness that I have you in my life and that you're our big brother. Also, Sophie wishes you'd pick up your damn phone as well.

Feliz cumpleaños, hermano!

tea_and_ink: (fortune teller)
So, I'm on the phone with my brother (yes, you are allowed to look shocked and surprised at this strange occurrence) and he goes on and on about joining a gym and stuff, then asks about my routine (because he totally did not spend like three months with me an itty bitty little while ago), I told him I just did yoga for, like, twenty minutes every morning because I'm too lazy to hit a gym and also, self-conscious. So yoga studio it is, where people is nice and all peaced-out and stuff (not that there aren't types like that in a gym, they're just much more common where I'm at) and he scoffs and says that's not enough work out, where's the muscle and the sweat in that?


It is. It totally is a work out, I may not break out a sweat every single time, nor do I have nicely shaped/toned muscles, but that's because I don't feel like spending a hour in a heated room, sweating liters off for the sakes of feeling like a proper work out. I walk everywhere and I eat healthily and I'm way more flexible that he could ever dream of being. ::blows raspberry:: So there.

I was ticked, to I picked up a two liters (about 70 oz?, I'm out of practice with this whole conversions thingy) water bottle and tried some bicep curls, got to fifteen before my bicep started burning and my hand was kinda cramped. Totally the uncomfortable shape of the bottle's fault. Also, I know nothing about bicep curls and fifteen sounds minimal BUT I CAN HOLD THE ENTIRE WEIGHT OF MY BODY IN AWKWARD BALANCING ASANAS FOR, LIKE FIVE BREATHS (which is totally a long time, like thirty seconds, try it) AND LIVE TO TELL THE TALE. So shove it, bro.

Um. Wanna bake some bread, pro'lly will now that the weather seems to have gotten the memo that yes, fall is indeed here, and so it should behave accordingly, dammit!

Today I learned a valuable lesson: chickpeas are the girlfriends of the boypeas. Gender/biology lesson courtesy of the four year-old that joined my group last week. I may fangirl his awesomeness a little.

tea_and_ink: (peeks)
Earlier this morning Einstein tried to jump onto my lap but slipped, in order to avoid hitting the floor in a harmless undignified heap he clung to my arm, after sound cussing and much pain, I wound up with some vaguely questionable-looking scratches on my forearm. Which in and of itself isn't such a remarkable occurrence considering that, well, I have a cat.


I also have a tendency to clumsiness and I'm prone to accidents like cutting my thumb while chopping veggies or something along those lines. Again, nothing note worthy that doesn't happen to everybody and their mamas. I do, however, have this job where I've been seen crying and where people like to assume things out of freaking thin air. Like this mother who came to bring cake for the kiddies and upon looking at the wounds wells scratches on my arm decided to go to the counselor and ask her to see me, the counselor then proceeded to ask about my life, my boyfriend, my career, my family, my potty training everything she could think of to make sure that I was not cutting myself.


I mean, it's understandable, my boyfriend works at a copy shop, my family is spread thing along the entire continent, I'm studying psychology (the forgotten, weaker, lamer cousin twice removed of any kind of natural science) in a university known for it's outstanding (ish) business school, clearly it's gotta be so sad and depressing being me. Clearly self-harm is the natural conclusion.

I wonder what would have happened had I attempted to hide the scratches, or hey, if I didn't have pictures of my cat all over the place in my cellphone. Might have gotten institutionalized right then and there.

Fortunately the counselor saw things for what they were (classicist paranoia, mostly) and let me off the hook. Things were then improved further when checking the flist and finding lovely things such as [livejournal.com profile] winterlive  making people happy out of the goodness of her heart,  Mr POTUS and Mr VPOTUS being kind of awesome (as usual) and, oh yeah, this.

Comments owed and emails to reply to will have to wait until I've showered. Please, before you leave, do take a moment of your time to love on my new icon, thank you.

tea_and_ink: (anything frail anything wild)
It's come to my attention that I don't post enough advertisement for Cordoba. This seems wrong to me.

I've been living here since July 2003 and I'm still in love with how new it seems every time I go out. It would bother me that I still feel every bit an alien as I felt back then, all of seventeen and with hopes and illusions bigger than my head, but it doesn't because the hopes and illusions have been tempered by the life I've shaped for myself and, unlike then, they seem reachable now, I have grown roots as deep as I can make them go anywhere that isn't my home, friends and loves have come and go, I still want to travel the world, visit India and live in New Mexico, I still want to grow my own garden and I still want to make my living writing (not that you'd know), but in the meantime, walking down streets I know everything about and discover a new color where there used to be just a blank wall excites me enough to take my time and live here, now.

In honor to this declaration of love, I'm giving you more pics. Hopefully I'll be able to make a bit of a series out of this. The need to take pictures is overwhelming these days, it fits that I take advantage of it.

through my lens )

Anything in particular you'd like to see from Cordoba, or my apartment? I'm charitable.
tea_and_ink: (one does not love breathing)
So. I was, um, bullied into joining this sort of contest where there'll be no winners (or something) and I have to submit three pieces of fiction. One has to be old, another new and a third one something written the day of the submission itself, as in there'll be someone watching you write it. Oh pressure, how overrated you are.

Anyway, I'm working on the new piece, and am already deciding what the third is not gonna be about. It's the old one that has me a ragged mess of doubt. I have these few pieces that I love with all of my heart but some of them are too personal for me to share, others have already been shared and I believe it is against the non-contest rules to submit something you've already sent out to another contest (where there were actual prices. And less ridiculous rules), clearly this leaves me with very few options, of which the really attractive one is this RPF thingy I wrote a while back, and it is truly and sincerely loved. There's something about that story.

Which is where you guys come in (PLEASE, DO COME IN), because I'm asking your help with it. What do you think about it? Should I make arrangements? Is it contest material?

It's mustang horses, champagne glasses and this is the last thing I've written that got posted, so it's been opinioned on by other people already, but I'm still sort of on the fence about it, mostly because it never got beta-ed and so, (further) third party view may be required before it's set free onto the world.

::is insecure:: Will you help a poor little soul out?

tea_and_ink: (junk_headphones)
Um, so this meme thing. [livejournal.com profile] mijmeraar  tagged me about eight years ago, but since I just spent about 50 hours without power, well it sort of got put off. But. I can haz electricity again (and running water too, Jesus) and thus I hit the internet.


10. The existence of fanfiction. I just love how it makes everything special. And the social constructivism involved is also highly appreciated.
9. Steve Carlson's voice. It makes things better, like forever delayed flights, 48 hours-long black outs, you name it, he'll improve the experience for you. It's almost a Pavlovian thing.
8. Tea.
7. Pizza. I swear y'all, this is what they eat up there in the Olympus. Clearly.
6. Books. I get this odd comfort from them, as if being surrounded by them made me feel safer, somehow. Obviously candles aren't a big thing in my apartment.
5. Waves. Possibly the most perfect sound in all the universe. That I know of.
4. Jensen's Bowlegs. They're so awesome they must be written with a capital B. I think they're the sexiest thing in this world.
3. Jeffrey Foucault's music. It's like poetry in motion. A breathing, beating thing.
2. A child's curiosity. A thing of beauty, really.
1. That tingly feeling on your stomach that you get when you make someone smile a real, big, felt smile. It's pretty much irreplaceable.

Um, how 'bout?:
[livejournal.com profile] wildmachinery 
[livejournal.com profile] vinylroad 
[livejournal.com profile] apostrophee 
[livejournal.com profile] maboheme 
[livejournal.com profile] dazedizzy 

tea_and_ink: (peeks)
I think I just got myself a Facebook account. Why did I do that? Will I actually put it to use?

I'm vaguely annoyed with myself, don't even know why... anyway. Will see if it doesn't get itself deleted before tomorrow, in which case, I'mma go find you!!!

Um, who has a Facebook account around here? (or who doesn't)


Jan. 29th, 2009 02:56 pm
tea_and_ink: (down the barrel of a winchester)
Pain, why do you hurt so? Is there some reason why you gotta annoy that much? Did someone break your heart in the past, and here you are, taking revenge wherever it is to be found?
Just. Why?
/miserable, half-written poetry.

I am in so much pain right now. Had a twenty minutes long eye surgery yesterday and spent the entire day in bed, with ice packs pressed to my face and eventually sneaked out to check email and stuff, didn't take more than five minutes doing so, went back to bed and stayed there until this morning when I went to get the bandages out (what an adventure it was, to type single-eyedly) and then, there it was: PAIN, they gave me a shot because the pills that had been working so well until then were just not doing a thing. God!

I can see clearly, perfectly focused and everything, but it hurts so bad I wanna throw up. My right eyelid is all swollen and purple at the moment, looks like someone took an elbow to it. The surgery was fairly noninvasive, just peel off the lower eyelid a little way down and clean up, three small incisions that didn't even bleed all that much and that's that, I understand it should hurt some, but HOLY MOTHER OF HELL!, shouldn't be this bad today. I'm told.

::curls up in a ball::

I think I'm getting kinda feverish too. Maybe is just paranoia.


tea_and_ink: (Default)
olé nonetheless
...and your heart held out like a tin cup to catch the rain...

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