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  This was originally a fic index, but it was horribly out of date and I knew it was never, ever going to get updated. So now it's an intro post! I'd have just deleted it but there are comments and I can't bear to delete conversations, ever. So, use this space to introduce yourself. Let me know why you're here, how you found me, what in particular made you decide to friend/watch me. You know, that sort of thing. Or, if you have any questions or just want to chat, well, that works too.
Last night I dreamed that I was with a group of dimension hoppers and we came home and it was a few years later and we had hopped in in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. It was never explained why we didn't just hop back out, but I woke up in the middle of the first act so maybe that came up later idk.

Anyway after I woke up I lay in bed for awhile trying to make sense of the story to see if I could make it something coherent. This is what I came up with (bear in mind that I was half-asleep and trying to keep true to the spirit of my dream, as well as dozing off and redreaming stuff while I thought).

First off, I decided that the dimension hopping gear we used needed to charge. It did that on its own, but it took time, and our group (there were half a dozen of us) were looking for shelter from the zombies while we waited. For the sake of story and creating tension, I decided the gear takes about three days to charge. I also decided that while we had a backup (because you don't want to hop into an active volcano and not have an escape plan), the backup was destroyed because we had already put it away when the zombies turned up, thinking we were home and that it wouldn't be needed. Also I'm going to say right now I'm aware of how similar this concept is to Sliders, which was weird to me because I haven't thought of Sliders in ages.

So, we hop into this danger zone, think we're safe, put away our equipment, and are on our way back to wherever (a house? a lab? who knows!) when we get attacked by zombies. The zombies destroy the backup equipment, so we're stuck here a few days while we wait for the main equipment to charge. Also it's established in the fight that zombies can't climb (we climbed up on the back of a semi trailer to get away from them). I'm pretty sure that was going to come back to bite us if I hadn't woken up.

We reach a house, which happens to belong to a member of the group. I think it belonged to one of my characters (I was playing multiple roles in this story), because my dogs were there (and not zombies???) as well as a bag of the dog food I use. There was a weird subplot to the dream of me trying to track down a bowl and feed them since they hadn't eaten in a few years (????). Weirdly, this is not the first time my dream has had this subplot, though this is the first time it was actually my dogs and not just some random dogs my dream provided me. Apparently I'm really big on feeding dogs? Anyway. We reach this house and we're trying to lock it down so we'll be safe while we wait for our equipment to be ready.

While we're there, a doorknob starts rattling and there's this whole "oh no the zombies can use doorknobs!!!" tension moment, but false alarm, it's just someone who has the key and... lives there... for some reason. The other thing that starts happening while we're there is that rumbling up above draws our attention to the fact that the sky is a false projection on a steel dome, and that there are several bridges running up and over the city. This is not explained in the dream, so I had to wing it later. I decided that the person who lived in my house was my character's roommate (they were the ones who'd been feeding my dogs, which was nice of them, though this entire sequence will likely be changed later on, once I come up with something more coherent, because a lot of it doesn't make sense).

Roommate explains that a few years ago, right after the group left, zombies started turning up. The government, being genre savvy, decided they were just going to contain the contaminated area, so they set up a barrier around the town and surrounding areas that the zombies couldn't get through. How did they just have the barrier? We ask, but get no answer; roommate just shrugs and says they'd made it for something else and it turned out to work.

Roommate goes on to say that since the barrier was never meant to work full time, the government had also built a steel dome over the entire area. They also hadn't given the humans a chance to escape, because they've seen this movie, okay, they'd rather sacrifice a couple thousand humans than let the entire planet fall by risking those humans being carriers. Makes sense, in a really cold kind of logical way, but it still sucks for the people inside and there's absolutely the narrative implication that it wasn't a hard choice for them to make, there was no moral dilemma for them, and they've already written off the now only a few hundred people living in the contained area.

Final bit of exposition is about the "bridges", which are covered sci-fi looking walkways that had already been built between us leaving and the zombies appearing; they were created as an experimental transit system, and after the zombies arrived the lifts were destroyed so they could only be accessed by ladders and people use them to get around. The survivors all live in raised shelters which were originally intended to be the access points for the walkways. Like the walkways, they're only accessible by ladder now. Yes, I'm aware that it's not very disabled access friendly, but it's also not zombie friendly. I'm sure that would have been elaborated on later, when we were actually there. Even if it was a negative scenario. I don't know. Like I said, I only made it about halfway through the first act.

Also, there's a skylight that opens about once a month and brings in supplies for the survivors via chopper, as well as scientists who are trying to study the phenomena in question. So, to recap: we have a lot of convenient things in place to make a containable zombie apocalypse that no one saw coming, as well as methods to keep human survivors from interacting with the zombies, and scientists who bring supplies and arrive every month to study the zombies, and all of it is government funded.

Roommate explains that we've got about a week before the next drop, and we can come stay in the shelter and wait for our equipment to recharge if we want. Our leader (also me) is down, and we all start heading to the shelter, which is about the point I woke up, so that's as far as the dream goes, except for one cliche scene at the end of the three days where we decide to stay for awhile longer to try to figure out what's going on with all this blatantly suspicious bullshit that got infodumped on us in the first part of the first act.

He's even gone rowing with an orangutan

Have I ever told you guys about how I've fancast Brian Blessed as Mustrum Ridcully in my head so hard that I sometimes forget he's never actually played him?

I never meant to hurt you

Been thinking of original story ideas left and right lately. Probably won't turn any of them into anything, but they're fun to work with! I've also remembered and revived some of the more colorful stories I made up to entertain myself as a teenager; I've always dismissed them as generic and nothing more than idle entertainment, but when I sat down nd tried to remember some of the details, I ended up finding that between what I could remember and what I made up to fill in the blanks my memory left, the ideas had some real merit to them- certainly enough to revisit the ideas now, and see what I can make of them.

The Dark Destroyer is a supervillain who loves his job. He has no moral bearing and cares for no one but himself. But when he finds that the hero thwarting him at every turn is suffering from a pretty heavy cocktail of depression and anxiety, all that changes. It's up to Dark to become the hope that Hope needs.

After all, it's not like anyone else is volunteering.

Hope and the Dark Destroyer follows the exploits of the Dark Destroyer, a supervillain who finds himself looking after the emotional well-being of his rival. From no-holds-barred battles meant to give Hope a chance to unload, to befriending him in his civilian life, to arranging a parade and holiday for him with the city, Dark does everything he can to keep Hope happy, or failing that, to give him a shoulder to lean on when he isn't.

Godchild is the story of what happens when gods go missing. After the five local gods of Wymsea vanish, their power is transferred to five ordinary human children. Now, with the help of the demigod Luna and her pals, the kids must step into the roles the gods have left behind, as well as fight the vicious godeaters, monsters who devour the power of gods.

Godchild follows the exploits of five kids who inherit the powers of their local gods. This is, as we find out later, a worryingly common occurrence, with gods vanishing frequently, leaving behind their power. The main conflict of the story comes from the godeaters, interspersed with day-to-day conflicts as the children try to do the jobs of the gods. Over time, though, we begin to learn that while gods have always vanished, they are vanishing at an alarming rate. What's more, a single force seems to be controlling the godeaters. The story becomes instead about the kids stopping this force.

Man I wish there was a Gilligan fandom.

So I've been watching Gilligan's Island lately, and I remembered that once when I was waiting to meet with my advisor at school I was wandering up and down the hall and I overheard a class that was discussing Gilligan's Island. I don't know what the class was, but in it the teacher was talking about Ginger and Mary-Ann. She was saying that Mary-Ann was a more feminist character than Ginger because Ginger was the glamorous movie star with feminine wiles and Mary-Ann was just an ordinary girl who works in a general store in Kansas. And I remember being really annoyed by it because:

For a start, neither Ginger nor Mary-Ann are particularly feminist tropes. Ginger is the glamorous Hollywood woman. Mary-Ann is the girl next door. Both of these tropes are things that exist on part to appeal to the male gaze. On the part of the writers, this contrast was intended to set them as a contrast for each other as the show's two young women. They're two young women around the same age but from vastly different worlds, and that comes out a lot in their personalities.

However, this doesn't mean they aren't feminist-friendly. While there are going to be some obvious issues for any female characters written for mainstream television in the sixties, both girls actually are really well-written. They both get fleshed out personalities, backstories, storylines, a friendship that is consistently portrayed as positive and mutually-fulfilling, and perhaps most importantly for the context: neither of them are defined by their relationship to a male character.

The thing that bothered me was that the teacher was arguing that Ginger was less feminist than Mary-Ann because she was always talking about her boyfriends, or men she found attractive, always paying attention to her appearance, and was kind of vapid and shallow. She also had a lot more blurry-screens than the others, and a sexy saxophone progression that played when she was trying to be seductive.

But set that aside and consider Mary-Ann through the male gaze. As I said, Mary-Ann is the girl next door. She does a lot of the cooking and cleaning. She gets flustered and needs to be rescued more. She often wears a dress with a wide, flared skirt, giving her a more girlish appeal, and her alternate outfit is a two-piece swimsuit that accents her figure but still looks pretty tomboyish and suggests friendly intimacy.

Both girls play up a specific part of the male gaze. Ginger is the girl you go out with, but Mary-Ann is the girl you bring home. Many of their contrasts are based around that, too: Ginger is glamorous, but a little aloof, whereas Mary-Ann is ordinary and feels like your best friend. Ginger wears an elegant, womanly, figure-hugging evening dress, Mary-Ann wears a fun, girlish flared skirt. Mary-Ann's alternate outfit is the still somewhat-tomboyish swimsuit, Ginger's is a dress made from the Minnow's sail, rather plain but it accentuates what it needs to. Mary-Ann tries to do things herself and gets flustered when she fails, but in a cute "you tried, now let a man do it" way; Ginger sees no need to dirty her hands when she can get a man to do it instead. In both cases it's "let a man do it", but Mary-Ann is presented as a "it's cute that you tried" and Ginger is presented as a prize to be won for competency.

I could go on, but I think you get the idea. Neither girl was written from a particularly feminist perspective. And that's a discussion that could go one forever and ever, and if there was a Giligan's Island fandom I would probably be happy to have those discussions. But Saying Ginger is "less" feminist than Mary-Ann because she likes boys- because she's glamorous- because she uses her glamour to get what she wants- is a load of crap.

What's this 'and the rest' crap?

One of the trippy things that always comes from watching Gilligan- or really any show from that time period- is casual references to things that in their time are quite recent, but for us are a thousand years ago (or, almost a century, anyway).

The Skipper fought in WWII and is still in his prime, he’s not an old man. Mr. Howell speaks of the Great Depression and the stock market crash, Mrs. Howell talks about movies and people that were big in the thirties (and in fact talks about the thirties in general). At one point they even have a WWI vet turn up and he’s not an old old man either, a little past his prime but still spry enough on the whole.

It’s so weird to think about. Gilligan and Mary-Ann and Ginger- they’re young enough that they were probably born just after the war ended, the Professor was likely a small boy during the war, and of course the Skipper served and the Howells were already in their prime. And these aren’t old people. They’re young, except the Howells, they’re spry and active and not the way we would think of someone who was alive at that time.

Idk it’s just really trippy to hear casual references to the war as if it was something recent when watching young (and young-ish) people talk.

Sep. 30th, 2016

Sorry for the lack of posts and contact lately. I've been feeling really down over the past few days and I just don't have the energy to maintain a presence in a lot of places right now

Ni na la fa la la

So I was thinking about Ichabod's speech patterns and how likely it would be for her to use the phrase "oh sweet Jesus kid" and I ended up thinking about Merrow language.

I've already established that Merrow language is very non-verbal, but what if it's not verbal at all? Like they have the capacity for verbal language but because for the average Merrow ninety percent of their life is spent underwater and shark-shaped, their language would probably reflect that. So their language is almost entirely electric or possibly electromagnetic, and anything else sharks use for communication. What little verbal language they have is mostly adapted from humans.

When they do spend time on land, they just use the local human language(s). They also adapt their speech patterns from the locals, since translating a language that doesn't even have a concept of "words" that we would understand doesn't really work, and that includes oaths and swears- they have their own religions and deities that they swear by, but they can't easily put a human shape to them, so they just adopt human oaths (except for the very, very devout ones, who just swear in Merrow rather than swear by another's deity).

In short, since Ichabod doesn't have a way, in human parlance, of begging her deity of choice for patience, she'll just use the one the locals use.
So a few days ago I speculated about a Camp Camp/Dangan Ronpa au where Camp Campbell is a murder summer camp and Cameron Campbell will only allow the kids to leave if they can get away with murder (which is so in character for him that I'm a little worried), and it was scarily easy to adapt the Camp Cam cast to a Dangan Ronpa setting. The kids even have SHSL variants, with the different camps they thought they were signing up for!

On the flip side, Dangan Ronpa in a Camp Camp setting also works really well! The kids all sign up for various relevant-to-their-interests summer camps but then when they get to Camp Campbell they all turn out to be the same camp, run by a cheapskate teddy bear. It also works because it means a happy au where no one dies, except a gerbil, the squirrel king, and David's dignity. Just kidding, David never had any dignity to kill.

Anyway, my favorite part about Dangan Campa is that Gwen and David, as the Camp's counselors, are more than likely in on the murder game. These two are being paid to make small children murder each other.

Which I kinda like, actually. Gwen's only in it for the paycheck, but David is weirdly... enthusiastic. David, what's wrong with you don't do that

Oh Canada you are a land I must eschew

So I was thinking about how gatekeeping logic says that bi people experience homophobia for their attraction to their own gender, ignoring the amount of "het"phobia they experience in the queer community due to their attraction to another gender, and the whole "no, what they're experiencing is biphobia because they're bi" argument, and I thought of something.

One reason people attack trans women is because they perceive them as gay men, dressing as women to trick straight men into having sex with them. Their hostility is born from a fear of gay men. However, no one calls an attack on a trans woman homophobia, they call it what it is, which is transphobia and transmisogyny. Because that's what it is.

If the gatekeepers can understand the logic that "an attack on a trans woman based on her identity is transphobia", they should be able to grasp that "an attack on a bi person based on their identity is biphobia".

This is proof (as if we needed it) that gatekeeper logic is in fact bung.


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