Is it weird that I kind of want to see Korra working construction?

Mister Bluewater, perhaps if you had a vastly under-valued and watered-down education, few prospects for anything like the stand-alone life that was set up as the bar for adult success for you, a fading and hole-filled family network to fall back on once it becomes clear that living independently will not be feasible for you or 90% of your peers, and the knowledge that all the diverse careers that would have been open to you are now outsourced or no longer careers but crowd-sourced 'volunteer'/unpaid intern positions, perhaps you would be just a little bit tetchy and unapologetic about it. I did exactly what I was told to do, and I, and all of my friends, people who I would gladly help support if I could, got sold upriver.

I swear, we are one or two environmental disasters away from another dust-bowl style exodus (yay bees). Perhaps you remember The Grapes of Wrath, Mister Bluewater. I was assigned to read it in early highschool, and I really hoped I would be able to forget it. Not for boredom's sake, but for the sheer existential *horror* of it- but that's rather difficult to forget when you're watching it happen all around you. When it gets to a point where people are roaming the country in homeless tribes once more, begging for any work they can get, will you regard them as so fallen they can never be peer-citizens again, just more undeserving moochers reaping the results of not being the right kind of prepared for the next shift in economic paradigm?

Don't insult my intelligence. Don't insult my integrity. And don't you dare think that this is over- for any of us.

The thing with the Fae X-men/Brotherhood thing going on, where your vows are literally as binding as the laws of physics if physics were based on strength of body and spirit-

Wouldn't flyting be a Thing, in that instance?  And the grandiose speeches that heroes and villains give, monologuing as a free action (as we say in my D&D group).  Those would literally be displays of power, as well as reckless overconfidence if you're vowing all over the place in public that your enemies will fall (and that their mothers dress them funny) etc.  I figure for every time one cannot complete an oath (or deliberately fails to, or breaks one), there's a loss of some of your magical energy, up to and including life force, as well as painful backlash.  That's if you're not so constrained by your vows that you cannot consider deliberately disobeying in the first place.

I keep thinking of thing that require a lot more brain power than I can bring to bear at the moment, but which I want to see.  Edit- to clarify, this suddenly requires a much better head for poetry and literary references than I have.

Thank you all- it's been really sweet and really helpful hearing from you guys who've posted.  I am dealing, and will continue to deal.  There's a lot of things that I wanted to change but never expected to happen all at this once- and at such a price.

But we will manage.

So, someone asked an excellent question that I need to figure out an answer to.

How *would* the Ember Island Players treat Zura in the Sun Child universe version of "The Boy in the Iceberg"?  Is it possible to interpret/misinterpret her character and situation in a humorous way?  Would she be written as an easy girl, as young and foolish, or possibly in a sympathetic light?  (I'm not sure Pu On Tim can handle that level of character complexity, but it would be interesting to see that mixed in.)

It's easy to make fun of teenaged boy shenanigans.  Harder to do so with a teenaged mom and have it come out funny.  I'm a bit stumped.

So, with the caveat of I know better than to tempt fate, and I will be going to screenings for as long as they tell me to- I do not have ovarian cancer!  Nor do I need to remove anything else, have any more surgery, prepare myself to die in my thirties, etc, at this point in time!  I have so much yay about this!

There is so much bullet-dodging in this house.  There's unfortunately a few catches too, and occasional wings, but- ye gods, we're just a lightning rod for the weird.

So yeah.  Because my insurance ran out (I aged out of my mother's coverage), I got everything I could done at the last second, things I had been putting off for years because copays on the household budget I was given were laughable (and yet people would nag me to do things for myself at the same time I was having to beat my head against the wall to make food and medicine for my elders stretch to next payday).  In looking for PCOS and to ensure the IUD I wanted was a good idea, we found the two giant cysts.  In hemming and hawing over 'is it *really* necessary' and 'we won't *know* anything until we go in and take a look', I decided to hell with it and took the risk of surgery and a few days' vacation from my 24/7 household job and ohmygodtheyFOUNDsomething.  So yeah.  Worth it.  Scary, but worth the whole reluctant 'I don't want to raise a damn fuss, but it's not supposed to be that bad, I might as *well*...' decision to take the surgery on the teeth and get it over with.  Because if I didn't, of course something bad was going to happen and I wouldn't know until it killed me.

And it would have.  The difference between 'abnormal' and 'cancer' is speed of growth- and this stuff was slow-growing, but it had the structure of aggressive ovarian cancer, pappilari serrous (sp?), two main tumors and some loose cells in the abdominal wash- and I had no fucking idea.  I would not have known a thing about it until it had spread all over the place, switched over to malignant speed, and went off like a bomb.

I'm babbling.  Can you really blame me?



Also, Daddy is taking testosterone.  His levels were apparently comparable with my Vitamin D levels, that is, where there's normally a range of 200 to 500 he was in the thirties.  Low testosterone is apparently also linked with diabetes.  So now he's got that, and he's doing his exercises as best he can.  He says he's feeling better, I'm noticing a bit less weight on him, and his legs are looking better- the discolored patches are still there, but they're pink instead of purple, and the bubbly flesh is firming up and shrinking a bit.  It's all still *there*- and I don't hold out hope for an instantaneous cure that will solve all our problems and free me to have my own life anytime soon- but it's *better*.  And anything that's better than what it was, you know, I'll take it.

Sleeping Beauty as an active participant, not a passive object-

Some sort of trance-magic or astral travel?  Perhaps it’s something she’s doing to let her body heal or to wield great powers in defense of her kingdom-

( Ooh. )

Now I just need a dynasty-long plot to fill in the slumber-years.

In other news, still doing major repairs on back apartment with Mom.  Roaches are long dead, but now we're just having to do all the cleanup work, and the painting turned into a biiiig project when I put scraper to crack and immediately went down to the cardboard, which then proceeded to peel (in uneven sheets and layers) off the entire wall.  All that and we still have to raise the water-heater about eighteen inches.

Zuko's Daughter by ~weirdlet on deviantART

Just some speculation on my part.

Fandom: Legend of Korra
Featuring:  Tahno, Yue.
The Prompt:  The first series says it was the Moon that taught waterbenders originally right? So somehow Yue's spiritual powers can override Amon taking it away. Her powers are limited though (maybe the balance of the world is slipping?), so she only restores Tahno's at first so he can assist the Avatar.
The Excuse-Me's:  Unbeta'd, dribbled out in a fever between trying to get to sleep without AC and waking up too early to do cleaning in order to replace AC.
The Fic:


( If you’re going to torture yourself, go big or go home... )