What are you doing here?

Are you lost?

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i bought a new laptop a few months ago, and went through the same process. except i never got around to finding a microsoft office replacement, so thank you for helping with step 5.

Everything I have posted, bar none, EVERYTHING has been saved by OpenOffice’s auto save feature.  

I have a shrine to OpenOffice.  ((hugs it so tightly))

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New Laptop Time!

Step 1: Curse Microsoft viciously for trying to browbeat me into making ‘an account.’

Step 2: Open Internet Explorer

Step 3: Download a browser that doesn’t make me want to kill myself every day, all day at work

Step 4: Close IE.  Never open it again

Step 5: Download Open Office

Step 6: Move all files from other computer


Step 8: Commence writing.

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miss-ingno asked: for a second I assumed the tag "grumpycakes" was the cat's name before I realized it was the asker's xD (though that does bring the question: does Peter keep the cat and what's Fluffy McRageball get named?)

This is acceptable!

Grumpycakes, your name has been co-opted to name a vicious hellbeast of a kitten.  8)

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prismatic-void asked: So I had a fit of boredom and discovered that "What Do You Say to a Naked Elf?" is a real book and I am pleased. So pleased.

Oh man, I forgot to put that in the fic tags!

Yes.  Yes it is.  It came out when I was still working at the bookstore, and I just sat there, staring at the cover in awe.  Then I bought it immediately, I was so impressed with the fact that someone had gone with that title.

As Anna points out, t is far better than the title suggests. 8)


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grumpycakes asked: so who did finally get the fiesty cat out of the tree? ps that was perfect

I assume Phil was pulled out of a nice warm bed filled with a Clint, and was none to happy about it.  Upon finding out WHY he was pulled out of a nice warm bed filled with a Clint, he simply stares at them with an expression of ‘what did I do in a past life to be cursed with you idiots?’ and then in front of a crowd of SHIELD agents, in a full suit, he goes up the tree.

And comes down with a scruffy ball of rage perched on his shoulder.

Peter brought him home.

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Prompts for Pie 18: Peter Parker Makes Poor Choices

Peter stared at the tree. “I don’t want to come up there. But I will if I have to.” He leaned in. “I am warning you. I will come up there.”

The tree did not respond. Peter wondered if he really wanted to go up there. Again.

The flicker of light, in the corner of his eye, caught his attention a split second before it coalesced into a burst of heat, and then the Human Torch was hovering in the air, just above Peter’s head. “Hey, Webhead. Whatcha doing in the park in the middle of the night?”

“Meditating,” Peter told him. “And I need serenity and solitude to do it right. So you should go now.”

Laughing, Johnny Storm landed, his flames dissipating in a heartbeat. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Go away.”

Johnny looked around. “No. Seriously. What are you doing here?”

“Shoo. Flame on, or whatever it is you do, go.” Peter made a shooing motion with his hands, flipping his fingers in Johnny’s direction. “Away with you. Off you go. So long, farewell, auf widersehen, good-night!” he sang.

“Is there a crime happening that I can’t see?” Johnny held up a hand, flames swirling around his wrist and up his fingers. “I figured there was crime. But no. It’s just you. Talking to a tree.”

“I’m communing with nature,” Peter said. “Need a private moment with the tree.”

“Buddy, if you’re looking for privacy, you shouldn’t wear that outfit. Kinda loud.”

Read more …

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Prompts for Pie 17: Running with Steve, Sam and Carol

“You know what I like best about running with Captain America?” Carol Danvers asked.

“No, what do you like best about running with Captain America?” Sam Wilson replied, grinning

“This isn’t going to end well for me, is it?” Steve Rogers said. They both ignored him, which took real effort, because they were running alongside him, Sam on his right and Carol on his left. They had a talent, however, for talking around him. One of these days, he was going to smack their heads together.

It was a pleasant thought. He had it often enough during these early morning runs.

“Having to wait at the corner of every street for the walk signal!” Carol said, glaring at Steve out of the corner of her eyes.

“We’re not running into traffic. It’s dangerous,” Steve pointed out.

“It’s pre-dawn,” Sam said. “What the hell traffic are you seeing here that we’re not, Cap?”

“It’s the law.”

“Jaywalking is the Massachusetts state sport,” Carol said.

“And we’re in New York.”

“Pissing off cabbies is the New York state sport,” Sam pointed out. “It’s got a great motto.”

“Yeah?” Carol asked, grinning. “What would that be?”

“I’m WALKING here!” Sam yelled at the sky.

“I regret introducing you two,” Steve said.

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jujutherubberduckie asked: Hi there! I have a totally-not-creepy obsession with your words. So. Some of your WIP are only on tumblr? So... how am I supposed to keep up with them? I mean, I follow you, but I might miss something? -pathetic puppy eyes- would you mind just uploading them to archive?

Ah, I get this question a lot.

The issue is, I do a lot of ficlets and mini-fics and bits and pieces here and there and it feels…  Weird to archive them.  For most of them, I don’t really consider them worthy of BEING archived.  

I try to keep my fic page updated: http://scifigrl47.tumblr.com/fic  But I’m pretty haphazard about that, too.

Honestly, I don’t know how I’d move them to AO3, even if I did.  

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Hey guys!

Today was my workplace’s Summer Outing, so I’ve been out and about all weekend.  I’m a bit behind on everything, but I have not forgotten any of the remaining prompts.  I’ll start posting them again tomorrow night. 8)

Thank you!

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MBTI most accurate descriptions


ESTP: super attractive physically but it’s all downhill from there. never quite know what they’re going to do next but you can probably bet it will be irresponsible. somehow still lovable. 

ESTJ: loud, logical, and get shit done — they are the warrior class of the life rpg. power stats make them unbeatable and if you encounter one, maybe just curl up and forfeit, to save time. 

ESFP: giggly little shits. fun fun fun till her daddy takes the t-bird away. great for lifting your mood, not that great at lifting your credit score. 

ESFJ: too appropriate, totally lacking in awkwardness. they’ll never forget your birthday, which will make you feel like shit when you constantly forget theirs. 

ENTP: excellent companions if you enjoy people who instantly see through all your shit. very clever and very intuitive, you can’t fool them. i suggest you invest in other friends — ones you *can* fool. 

ENTJ: impatient with people who make mistakes, namely, everyone. they’ll respect you if you stand up to them but why do that when you can run away instead. cuddle them and see what happens. i’m curious.

ENFP: too puppy to live. best suited for the profession of musical nanny. not advised for use around an open flame. 

ENFJ: way too charming and capable, maybe they should stop making everyone else look bad. prone to making other people care about stuff they didn’t want to care about. so annoying. 

ISTP: such butts. best suited for an apocalypse scenario, if no such scenario exists, they will create danger because they get bored. don’t encourage them, but don’t discourage them, as reverse psychology works too well.

ISTJ: low drama and low maintenance, best value at this price tier. best suited to actual human existence. least weird, which makes them kinda weird.

ISFP: squishy little darlings you might want to keep in your pocket, but please don’t or they will become forlorn. they notice everything, and it’s unnerving. 

ISFJ: quietly and proudly do things for others. if you have a ring you need to deliver to mordor, take an ISFJ along with you for best results. 

INTP: cute intergalactic spiders you want to hug and mistrust. prone to making you laugh but then days later you will wonder whether you were the butt of the joke. 

INTJ: major dicks and kinda proud of it. prone to being right. prone to liking trance music way too much. all the ones i’ve ever met have been unexpectedly kinky. so i guess, expectedly. 

INFP: they fall out of the sky and are raised by unicorns. if you feed one it will follow you home. they dissipate in water. 

INFJ: chameleons appropriating your emotions and going quietly mad. prone to meltdowns and needing lots of naps.

(Source: dontbecuteyoufuck, via coveredinsnow-)

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