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Dear lovely author,

Thank you so very much for offering one of these fandoms!! I'm beyond excited about getting any kind of fic for these fandoms. (Actually, this might be the first year where I'm just excited about my requests as I am about my offers!)

The fandoms I'm requesting this year are high on humor, screw-ups, and found family, and that's exactly what I love about them.

About me: I haven't posted on tumblr, DW, or LJ in a while, but those accounts exist. I'm locked on Twitter, but I'll accept requests from anyone who's clearly fannish. My fic is on AO3.

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Current Mood: accomplished

Dearest, most wonderful author: I am SO SORRY that this letter didn't end up linked from my sign-up. I've gotten horribly sick over the last week, and things kinda went awry. If you ended up finding this letter later--and you've already started writing--please don't feel like you have to start over or anything. Optional details are optional,and also it's my own fault!! I'm going to be jazzed about pretty much anything you could write about any of these three fandoms, because I love them so!

FYI: My family tends to be pretty intense on December 25, and I tend to travel that day, so it might take me until the end of the day or even the next to get you a comment. But please know that I will do so! It's always one of the best parts of the day, getting to slip away to read Yuletide fics. :)

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To any lovely people I may have met at Escapade or elsewhere:

Hello! I rarely hang out on DW or LJ, as you can likely tell, but I do get notifications from them still, so feel free to contact me here if you like!

I recently determined that there was a hockey kink meme lurking on DW, so I may have to start spending more time here. <3

I can mostly be found at fleete.tumblr.com (yeah, yeah, boo hiss), and as @fleete_footed at Twitter. My Tweets are protected, but don't be shy about asking for access. If your account appears to be for real, and not a spam account or one of my relatives, I will definitely allow you.

18 icons from 4 stage productions and 1 movie version of Stage Beauty
Also, a long-winded explanation of why I love Stage Beauty and why it's full of gender play and love and rainbows, and also why it's super easy to re-imagine its stupid, heteronormative ending in a kinkier, more progressive fashion.

This post is a fill for the gender play square on my

kink_bingo card!
Teasers:

"Never forget: you're a man in woman's form. Or was it the other way around?"( Icons, Meta, and a Mini-Picspam )( Icons, Meta, and Picspam! )

Crossposts: http://fleete.livejournal.com/12668.html

Podfic Cover for Once Upon a Time by igrockspock, read by fleete. Features a book page with pictures of Cinderella on it with a swirling black hold seemingly cut in the middle.

Title: Once Upon a Time by

igrockspock
Reader: fleete
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing: Gen: Gaila, Christine Chapel, Nyota Uhura
Rating: Teen
Summary: Privacy and fairy tales are two concepts that don't translate well into Orion.

Download: MP3 at Mediafire

Bingo Squares for

podfic_bingo : Gen, Female Character

Thanks so much to

sothcweden for the kind and insightful beta!

Crossposts: http://fleete.livejournal.com/10764.html

Dear Author,

The first thing to know is, I loved your fic. It probably made me smile or cry or fan myself or clutch at my heart, and I liked it so much that I would like to ask your permission to podfic it. By "podfic," I mean an audio recording of me reading your story aloud. I might add some music or sound effects for fun or to make things clearer, but primarily, it's just your story being read aloud.

Here's What You Need to Know
I will always give you credit as the author, both in the podfic itself and in the posts about it. I'll also provide a link back to your story in the post, as well encourage listeners to go leave you feedback. Podfics will be uploaded to the Audiofic Archive and Mediafire, and will be cross-posted to podfic-specific and fandom-specific communities. I am more than happy to let you know where exactly I post it upfront; just ask!

I want to podfic your story for those that will listen and enjoy it, and if that includes you, that's awesome! Podfic isn't everyone's thing, though, so it's perfectly all right it that doesn't include you. You aren't specifically who I think of when I make the podfic. So don't feel any pressure to pimp my podfic if you don't want to and don't feel you even need to listen to it or comment on it.

If you don't give me permission to make a podfic of your work, I'm going to respect that decision. No need for explanation or defense. It's your work, and I respect you and it too much to go against that.

Why Podfic?
I started listening to podfic, because I was spending a lot of time travelling, and it was amazing to be able to listen to fanfiction while I was driving. Other people take podfic with them on the subway or bus, or they listen to it while they're cleaning house or falling asleep. For still other people with visual and reading disabilities, podfic can be a way to access fanfiction when they otherwise couldn't!

I am pretty flexible, so if you have any special requests or concerns, let me know. Keep in mind that I'll certainly listen to and try to incorporate any suggestions you have for the podfic, but I can't guarantee that I'll fulfill every suggestion, so please take that into account when deciding to give permission!

In conclusion, thanks for reading this, and whether you give me permission to podfic it or not, thanks for writing such an inspiring fic!

<3,
fleete

Erm. So. As part of my continuing goal to finish and post some fanworks, I signed up for podfic_bingo. *squirms* I am both excited and nervous.

( Here's my bingo card. )

I am especially excited about the NonEnglish Language square, because I supposedly have a degree in Spanish that I've never really utilized. I'm sure this is exactly what all my professors hoped that I'd do with it. :D

I've already got one author who's given me permission to podfic hir works, so that's a place to start!

Crossposts: http://fleete.livejournal.com/9656.html

Right. So this is all analise010's fault, really. There was talk of "shameful" fandoms, and I started making a list of all of the fandoms I'd been in, and then I gave up on that and recorded the ones I'd actually spent significant time in. I'd also been chatting with concinnity about fannish origin narratives, and how everyone has their own story, and how so many of us have similar stories. So this is, for no good reason, the long and winding story of my participation in online media fandom, organized by fandom. With pictures. And bonus fic recs from waaaay back in the day.

( Oh god, don't even read. This is what happens when I'm go to my parents' house for the holidays. Beware of image-heaviness. )

Whoa. So. Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows is officially the slashiest shit I have ever seen in a movie theater bar none.

( Lemme tell you all about it. (Some spoilers under the cut, but no major plot spoilers.) )

(Because I kind of have a hard-on for lists, okay? Lists make me feel happy and like my life is in control. Aaaand, I've reached kind of a turning point in my life. I just attended my last academic class ever, guys. The last one. After 21 years of formal schooling, I am finally finally deemed educated enough to flail around on my own. So I think I deserve some celebration. In the form of a numbered list, obviously. Ergo.)

( Five things, mostly fannish, because clearly that's what will make me happy. )

Despite all the ranting I'm about to do, I didn't hate this episode. I loved the angst, every bit of it, even if it wasn't exactly the sort of angst I wanted. And I certainly enjoyed all the pretty.

I just spend so much time in fandom, where there is amazing writing and character development and sensitive handling of issues like, oh, gender and consent and such things, and then. And then I remember that canon is nothing like fandom.

After this, I plan to go pull the warm blanket of fanfiction up around my ears and get cozy. Or skip on over to one of those fandoms like Suits or White Collar where the bad-ass woman gets included in lots of sexy threesome fics.

( This is just a rant about sexism and black-and-white conceptions morality from someone who really ought to know better than to expect different from a show like Merlin. And yet. Spoilers under the cut. )

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From the flist:

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Chaos for the Internet

Thousands of sites that are legal under the DMCA would face new legal threats. People trying to keep the internet more secure wouldn't be able to rely on the integrity of the DNS system.

( More scary info... )

About a month ago, I spilled coffee on my laptop. And then, obviously, I freaked the fuck out. As one does.

Because that computer had my LIFE on it. I study digital culture, but I don't think I truly appreciated the concept of an information economy until I lost the information I owned. I had most of it backed up, but nothing from the most recent month: all the work for school, the music I had bought, the audio project that took hours of work, all my emails, gone.

I went back and forth between morosely proclaiming, "My computer is broken," and "My computer is dead." Broken didn't seem to encompass the the finality of it, nor justify all my huffy puffy panic. Dead felt a little dramatic, but my panic was kind of EPIC PRPORTIONS at that point, and even the significant other was refraining from making fun of me, which is a bad, bad sign. So I, in all my emo frantic-ness, wrote out a grieving process for my laptop. Because it seemed like the thing to do.

It went like this.

( Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance, Resurrection, Puppies and Dildos. No really, those are the stages.. )

I've been thinking about how all of the fic I read lately is about boys. I'm feeling pretty glum about it.

(These fandoms I've been following, guys, they are killing me with the woman-hate. SPN and Merlin and Sherlock and their shiny, sexy boys and their dead or evil or broken (or what's maybe worse - uninteresting) women. It becomes so easy to pretend those dead women don't matter, because they don't matter in canon, and they don't matter in a lot of the slash out there, and all that woman-hate is creeping into my brain, and I've got to start saying no to that shit.)

I had a whole rant written about my genderfail shame, but I think a more productive approach would be to actually go read some fic about women. Maybe renew my reading of

where_no_woman and

femslash_today , then work my way back to some old-school Xena fic. But I also want to find new characters and fandoms and stories, ones I haven't experienced yet. And I do know that if I actually start looking for it (instead of waiting for it to show up on the rec lists and comms that I've been following), I will find it.

So I'm wondering, f-list, where do YOU go when you want to read about female characters? Which fandoms and comms and authors produce really juicy female-centric and feminist fic?

O hai f-list! Long time no see. Long, long time, in fact.

For the current portion of my winter vacation, I am staying in a place with no internets. AT&T claim that they cannot get internet to this particular apartment in the middle of one of the BIGGEST CITIES IN CALIFORNIA. Ahem. It's rather distressing. Luckily, my family has a nearby business that DOES get internet, though, so not all is lost. But I do spend rather a lot of my day watching daytime tv, making abortive efforts at reading academic books, and twiddling my thumbs. blah.

In other news, I think I like scotch. I like whiskey better, but scotch I like just fine. My husband claims that this is extraordinary and that I may be the only woman anywhere that likes scotch. I say plenty 'o women like scotch. Don't you?

In the next couple of weeks, I have big, big plans. They include
1. Making a picspam of all the reasons you guys should watch the crack-tastic Canadian show that is Lost Girl.
2. Writing Lost Girl fic.
3. Doing work befitting an intellectual bastion of intellect like myself. *snort*
4. Lesson-planning. *snooze*

I figure if I only get through, say, the first two and a half, all will be well. As resolutions go, they're pretty do-able.

Tuesday I went with my Mom and my uncles and aunts to start cleaning out my deceased Grandmother's house. We only managed to get through most of her bathroom and bedroom closet because Grandma, bless her heart, was a packrat. I started a list of all the amazing stuff we found; it's below. It was an incredible experience going through that stuff with my mom and aunts. (My uncles retreated to the kitchen when we found the first hatbox.) Every time we picked something up, it was, "Oh I remember that thing; she wore it everywhere" and "Can you believe she kept this?" or "Oooh! Try it on!" We were separating things into keep, sell/donate, and trash piles.

I was absolutely gleeful when I found the box with all of my grandparents' love letters in it: every single one, all in their original envelopes lined up in neat rows, the handwriting still crisp and easy to read. There must have been hundreds. Some were before they were engaged, some during the engagement, when they lived in different states, some as newlyweds during the war. Have I mentioned I'm an English major? Original texts, original manuscripts are like our crack.

Then I started thinking, where is my love letter archive? I definitely have a file where I keep all the emails from the Significant Other, but is there something extra evoked by handling the paper or running your fingers over the ink? The thing is, it's not like the archive of my life will be ncessarily be digitized, because a lot of it is already digital. That's where a lot of my history is. Of course, there is so much to be said for digital archives. We will be forced to throw away a lot of my Grandma's physical objects simply because we can't handle all the stuff. We don't have the space. Digital archives don't take physical space (although they do take up hard drive space), so it's possible that more history could more easily be saved or organized by family members who want to keep it.

( There is a romance or a mystique to the physical thing. Here follow ponder-y thoughts and a list of things we found in Grandma's closet. )

So I went home for my grandmother's funeral (she was very old and very sick, so it was expected) this weekend, and I realized something: my family is really, profoundly Southern. Forgive the tl;dr that follows; I somehow came out of this weekend with MANY thinky thoughts about cultures and rituals and arhives, and I've just got to get them out somewhere, so...yeah.

Funerals are already weird cultural rituals to begin with; they're also very culturally specific. Every culture has its own shade of weird. I knew this, of course, but I didn't really think about it until this weekend - the fact that the funerals I grew up with might not be the funerals everyone else grew up with. It's a bit like having to go overseas in order to realize how American (or other nationality) you are. I am not sure, however, which parts of *my* kind of funerals are attributable to Southern-ness, which to Texan-ness, and which to religion. What you have to know: my family is a particular shade of southern Christian known as Church of Christ. (Or if you're particular, churches of Christ. Also known as CoC). Funerals in our tradition basically have four parts: visitation, funeral at the church, graveside service, and food. Unrelenting, never-ending food.

( First there's food, then visitation, then Serious Food, then funeral, procession, graveside, and then more food. Many unnecessary details under the cut. )

I'm not entirely sure why I felt the driving need to write this all down. I think my inner academic deals with stress by doing auto-ethnography.

( A rant about last night's episode. In which a parapalegic character is brought in for the express purpose of cementing Finn's concern for Rachel and allowing Rachel to Learn a Lesson from the Wise Cripple and Grow as a Person. )

I am master of the arts. Masterly! Masterful!!
*does the dance of mastery*

I kinda feel as if I've gotten away with murder, because seriously? A university just agreed to give me a master's degree in exchange for 8,000 words. about. kink. I am seriously cackling with glee right now.

Hopefully this means that I will finally emerge from my hole and start posting again. First stop: master's report about the kink memes. Let me know if you'd like to read it, and I shall add you to one of those friends-filter-y things once I post it. There are quite a few problems with it that I'm going to be working on this summer, hopefully to make it prettier, and I'd love to get the good opinions of all you smart peoples who, as opposed to my very interested and brilliant advisors, have actually seen a kink meme before.

I think I shall dance around some more, blithely ignore that I have four more years of school, and celebrate the fact that I AM MASTER OF EVERYTHING.

*pops the top of her beer*

Current Music: Stevie Wonder: "Signed, Sealed, Delivered"

Right now, I'm writing about Audre Lorde. Or at least, I was writing about Audre Lorde. Then I decided I needed an Audre Lorde icon. Then I couldn't find one. . All the feminist icons I can find seem to feature white women. Maybe I'll have to *make* an Audre Lorde icon. ~~Don't know how to do that, but seems like a good project.~~ Made an icon. Instead of writing, that is.

I love Audre Lorde. I like lesbian feminist writers of the 80s in general. I may not strictly agree with all of their theories, but they're just so sexy. Nobody writes so lovingly, so sensually about the female body as lesbian feminist poets of the 80s, I think.

( Here, have some sexy Audre Lorde poetry: )

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