the wrong end of the telescope

In short:

Sady Doyle is right:

We don’t accept the apologies; we don’t acknowledge that people learn and change with time; we don’t do anything, ANYTHING, but act like bullies and decide that we’re going to be mean little shits to Target X on the Internet, forever and ever and ever, because he or she had a day where he or she just wasn’t feminist enough for us. It is only, only EVER, a form of hollow self-glorification; we only do it, only EVER do it, to give the message that we are Perfect Feminists and Target X is not. Just to prove that we’re better than someone else, we forbid everyone we know to mention a given name, unless an insult is attached to it.

This doesn't mean anger is unwarranted when something happens, but we demand absolute perfection of each other sometimes, and perfection isn't fair. People fuck up. I've fucked up. And yes, sometimes things do get to a point where someone doesn't seem to care about who they're hurting or it happens too many times, and fine, yes, I've distanced myself from people in those instances. But there has to be levels to this.

Brendon Urie is adorable (and right):

It’s really hard to say, “get out of the house, go be social, don’t be some weirdo. You know, get out there and just meet people”. It’s one of the hardest things to do, actually, is meeting people and going out in the world and seeing everything and experiencing it all.

Sometimes the fashion industry is great (and righteous):

Fast-fashion chain Uniqlo has donated $25.6 million to the Japanese Red Cross to help those impacted by the earthquake and tsunami in northeastern Japan, Time reports. President of Fast Retailing and Uniqlo founder Tadashi Yanai will donate $12.2 million from his own pocket and another $4.9 million will be taken from the company itself. The brand will also send $8.6 million-worth of clothing — including jeans, coats, towels and 300,000 pairs of its Heattech thermal underwear, Time writes.

Title: While The Night Is Still Ahead
Rating: R
Summary: Lay lady lay, lay across my big brass bed.
Pairing: Lindsey/girl!Spencer
Contains: Crossdressing, Spencer-as-a-girl.
Word Count: 3300
Disclaimer: Spencer Smith is not a girl. None of the other stuff happened either.
Author's Notes: For kickingrad on her (belated) birthday. ♥, dearling, I hope it satisfies. Sorry it's so bloody late: there was some debate about whether or not I should include the porn or write it separate. This has the porn. Also I love you.

The title is from Dylan's "Lay Lady Lay."

Thanks to blindmouse for betaing the first half, and to novembersmith for doing a second beta, and to everyone who reassured me about this.

( Lindsey likes it. She likes the slouchy pants and the hat pulled down low, the undershirt soft against her skin and the suspenders just so. )

So according to my time zone, it's just barely beginning to be blindmouse's birthday in my part of the world. I'm naturally very excited about that, and very happy to have some slow, slow internet I can coax into behaving for long enough that I can wish you a very happy birthday indeed, my darling. You're one of those people I'm immensely grateful to have found, and I plan to keep clinging to you for a good while yet. See, because you're brilliant, and you're one of the best writers I know, but most of all I just love, love, love talking to you about writing and why we love it and why it's the best thing out of all good things in the world. I love you lots, dearest. Lots and lots and lots.

Also, I once wrote you a story, and I swear I didn't mean to write a sequel, but it appears I am. So, like, have the first bits? And have a wonderful, wonderful day.

( the girl that I love )

So I woke up to four snowflake cookies in my inbox, and over the course of the day I ended up getting another five, and man, it made my day. I didn't get any other writing done today (I know, I know, bad Vee), but I did manage this silly thing just now.

nokomis305, sunsetmog, modillian, bexless, liketheroad, halflinen, thesamefire, delphinapterus, and bunnymcfoo--this one's for you. It is ridiculous, I am ridiculous, but I love you lot. And technically one of you isn't reading fic right now, but I hope she will take this in the spirit in which it is intended.



Title: T'is The Season
Pairing/Category: Gen
Word Count: 400
Warnings: None
Characters: Gerard, Lyn-Z, Joe Jonas, Jon Walker, Spencer Smith, Greta Salpeter, and Brendon Urie. Mentions of Nick Jonas and Mikey Way.
Summary: Um, the one where they're working in the bakery part of the workshop that makes the winter holidays happen (not just Christmas!). Gerard gets stressed, Joe Jonas knocks over cookies, and Greta sings. That's mostly what happens. This has no redeeming virtues apart from its cast.


( It was a week before things would officially get completely fucking crazy. )