1 comment on "“Overwatch 01” by Harper Kingsley"

Title: Overwatch
Author: Harper Kingsley
World: Kanon-verse
Character: Warrick Reidenger Tobias, Caspian Dukes
Genre: superhero, angst, friendship, major illness

Warrick Reidenger Tobias was packing for a business trip to Chicago when it felt as though the world suddenly whirled around him. He staggered against the bed, dropping the navy silk tie he held as his hand lost all strength. Multicolor lights flared behind his eyes.

He didn’t realize he’d dropped until his knees hit the floor. His head bounced against the carpet. His body twitched and shivered uncontrollably.

It was his first seizure.

It wasn’t his last.

*

The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with him. Dozens of specialists and days spent in drafty paper gowns having his blood sucked out by needles and his brain scanned by machines. He felt like a lab experiment.

And at the end of it all, there were still no answers, just speculation.

He hated feeling helpless. But there was nothing he could do.

So he continued with his life and pretended that everything was all right. As though faking normal would *make* everything normal.

He did such a good job at pretending that he started believing it after awhile. As though the past few weeks had been a dream and he was finally awake.

He was free to go about his regularly scheduled life of superheroing and presiding over a large and powerful company.

And then there was another seizure and another one and another one, so rapid and close together that he didn’t recognize what was happening until after the third one, the BIG one. The one where he finally had to admit there was a problem because Caspian had seen and just wouldn’t let it go.

*

SCENE: Caspian talking to him, telling him to go get checked out. Warrick … Read the rest ““Overwatch 01” by Harper Kingsley”

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While I realize that my birthday is months and months away, I would just like to broadly hint that “Archer” and Archer-related paraphernalia is what I would like to receive this year (or next year, whatever). Starting with “How to Archer: The Ultimate Guide to Espionage and Style and Women and Also Cocktails Ever Written” by Sterling Archer himself.

First H. Jon Benjamin seduced me into watching “Bob’s Burgers” with his sexy sexy voice, then he sucked me into the world of espionage by dangling “Archer” in front of my face. Who could resist that kind of allure? Not I, sir. Not I.

And don’t even get me started on that time they put both shows together. The only way that could have been better was if all of the actors’ schedules had matched up. Still, it was pretty sweet.

So, putting my Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon accounts to good use, I have consumed the five available seasons of “Archer” (with my eyes, not my mouth, because that would be incredibly weird and, you know, physically impossible). As I have yet to see Season 6, I am avoiding all spoilers as though they’re contaminated with super-AIDS. Please don’t ruin it for me, or I will call the fury of Cthulhu down on your head.

There’s a special place in Hell for people that spoil books, movies, television, and the Superbowl.

Though I  probably wouldn’t say “No” to a Bob’s Burgers/Archer story where it turns out that Bob’s been bonked on the head and goes into a dream sequence where he thinks he’s Archer. Kind of like that one thing where Charlie Kelly mentions having a dream where he was a super hotshot scientist rockstar genius that saves the world from giant monsters … Read the rest “RE: Archer, books, merch, and AWESOMEness. Possibly not in that order”

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1 comment on "FIC: “FML,” by Harper Kingsley – 01"

Title: FML
Author: Harper Kingsley
Character: Dantea Gasswell
Genre: urban fantasy, drama
Summary: A quick stop for milk results in a wacky and wild adventure.

I’m the stereotypical Asian girl with bad teeth. Fuck my life.

The irreverent thought popped in her head while waiting in line at CVS. She’d caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirrored shelf-back of a jewelry display.

At some point she’d begun to let her appearance go. There was no one that she felt a need to impress, and keeping up her appearance was a lot of work if the only time she left the house was to pick up a gallon of milk and some Ibuprofen. There were some days–today–when it didn’t seem worth it to wash her hair or put in her contacts. She kept her face and hands washed at all times and tried to keep her appearance somewhat neat and tidy, but she didn’t bother with fancy clothes or makeup. It was just easier to throw on her glasses and an unmarked black ball cap as she headed out the door.

I’m a wreck, Dantea thought.

She’d been in a rush and hadn’t bothered to check her reflection before leaving home, which meant she hadn’t realized that she was looking worse than usual. Less hot mess and more of just a mess-mess.

There was a gob of whitening gel firming up like gelatin on her eyetooth.

Screams for milk before school had ruined her morning bathroom routine.

The Iron Man tee shirt she’d pulled on was looking a bit dingy and dirty. She hoped it didn’t smell.

Her ponytail stuck out lopsidedly from the hole in her cap, the ends looking frazzled and maybe a bit dry. She hadn’t remembered to grab her headband, so her bangs … Read the rest “FIC: “FML,” by Harper Kingsley – 01”

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We’re cleaning out a really disgusting room. We’re not keeping anything from in there. It’s mostly garbage.

Seriously, I’m not risking my life and future health to hold onto some crap I don’t even want. I don’t know how much my life is worth to me, but it’s a lot more than some old ratty Barbie Dolls and the Kid’s precious tub of legos. (Which wouldn’t have been in storage for so long if he really wanted them.)

When I went in that room to clean it, there were all the signs that rats had been in there. All the stuffed animals had been torn into and there were old traces of urine.

I closed the door and didn’t go back.

Rats are serious business. Breathing their dried up poop can make a person really and permanently sick.

I saw that episode of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation where Hodges was full on geared up to deal with that rat garbage. He listed some really horrible things you can catch from rat feces and urine. NO, THANK YOU.

It was the first time I’d seen someone from the show all dressed up in protective gear like that. The other CSIs walk in to find Hodges treating the rat mess like it’s a super plague, while they’re wearing everyday clothes. He wasn’t about to change just to fit the cool attitude of his co-workers and he told them so. That was cool to me.

In CSI and other police procedural shows, the actors and actresses leave their hair hanging around their faces and sometimes don’t put their gloves all the way on. Meanwhile, in the real world, professionals tie their hair back if it’s needed, wear sensible clothes, and do their own paperwork.

Take the forensic techs in Hot Fuzz for instance. … Read the rest “Rats carry disease”

Hello darkness, my old friend,
here I am to gaze again
upon the beauty of thy cheek,
your loving Will dost make us weep.
To see you both so rudely parted,
our hearts were broken,
then restarted, with the fire of our yearning,
for "Season 4!" our hearts are burning.
--Hannibal