ponygirl72: (nathistoffear)
You may all shoot me now, for I have written 10/Rose fluff. May I reiterate that this is for an extremely good, charitable cause, because I know that an extremely generous, charitable person will enjoy it (I hope).

Oh, god... )
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The first of two for [livejournal.com profile] wendymr; prompt: "Rejection"


"Goodnight, Doctor. G'night, Jack."

"'Night, Rose."

"Sleep well."

As Rose disappeared into the depths of the incredible ship, Jack turned, feeling the Doctor's gaze burning through the back of his RAF uniform.

"So," he began, before the alien could say anything. "Who does your sign printing?"

The blue gaze narrowed. "'Sign printing'?"

"You know-- the great big ones that say 'Keep Off'? The ones you've got posted all over Rose? Just wondering where you had them done."

The Doctor's expression gave nothing away. "Dunno what you mean, Captain."

"Hmm." He let the skepticism show through in his voice. "Well, in that case, maybe you'd fancy a 'dance', yourself?"

Jack relaxed marginally as a tinge of humour crept into the Doctor's expression.

"Fifty-first century humans," he said. "You think that sex is always available for the asking."

"Isn't it?"

The Doctor shook his head wryly. "Nah. You'll have to work a bit to earn a 'dance' with me."

"Well, never let it be said that Jack Harkness is afraid of getting his hands dirty. So, what sort of work? Flowers? Dinner and a holovid? Moonlight serenade?"

One eyebrow rose, sharpening the aquiline features. "I'll let you know."

Jack smiled to himself. It wasn't acceptance... but it wasn't exactly rejection, either.
ponygirl72: (subtle)
Prompt: "Embraced"


Rose flinched as the huge gun fell to the floor next to her with a clang, breaking the unnatural silence and stillness of Van Statten's vault. The Doctor followed, collapsing silently to his knees on the smooth, concrete floor; eyes still fixed on the empty space where the Dalek stood only moments earlier.

She stood, frozen, as the stormy blue gaze met hers.

"It's all over. Everything's gone, now."

His voice was strangely calm; almost monotone, but it was enough to break her free of her paralysis. Lowering herself unsteadily to the floor next to him, she gently wrapped her arms around him. She allowed him to fold her against his shoulder, nestling her face into the crook of his neck as if to comfort her.

He was the one who was trembling.



Keepin' me busy, eh, [livejournal.com profile] wiggiemomsi? ;-)
ponygirl72: (subtle)
For [livejournal.com profile] wiggiemomsi. Prompt: "Kissing"

Like kissing a supernova...

His lips touched hers, completing the circuit on a high voltage power line, and the entire universe rushed through her and into him. Images flickered, too fast to follow; brown eyes, floppy hair, the future, the past, JackSarahJaneMarthaDonna, the TARDIS herself in the background, in danger of being swept beneath the torrent.

Faintly-- No, don't... you'll die! Tried to save you! Tried... with the girl... don't want to be alone!

Absently, he soothed her, most of his attention drawn to the seductive eddies of the Vortex.

It's all right. I will die... so be it. But she will live.
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Though I suspect it's got way more to do with the worthy cause than with my writing skillz, the Author Auction for Charity at http://supportstacie.net has surpassed my wildest expectations. To keep the momentum going, I'm co-opting [livejournal.com profile] wendymr's excellent promotional scheme:

Anyone who raises the bid for my story by $5 gets a drabble written for them. Anyone who raises it by $10 or more gets a double drabble. Just give me a one word prompt, either in a comment here, or in my Auction Thread, and I'll get it done for you within 24 hours, and post it in the auction thread and here on my LJ.

So far, [livejournal.com profile] wendymr and [livejournal.com profile] wiggiemomsi are both due a drabble, so hit me with a prompt, ladies!

::cracks knuckles::
ponygirl72: (subtle)
[livejournal.com profile] wendymr and I, along with several other Who writers, and scads of authors from other fandoms, are participating in an Author Auction for Charity at http://supportstacie.net.

Follow the link to find out more, and bid on a chance to have a story written to your specifications by the author of your choice. All of the proceeds go to help offset Stacie's cancer treatment costs, so she can kick cancer's butt and get back to the important job of being a wife and mother.

The wide variety of participating authors mean you have a great opportunity to find a fandom and author whose writing you really enjoy, and each author's information contains a link to their previous work.

If you are willing to do so, please spread the word, and consider participating in the auction-- it's for a great cause.
ponygirl72: Tucker Aside (Default)
...because I'm normally pretty useless with photos. This is probably my photo of the year, right here.

A lady from Florida cold-called me about the 2 year old Andalusian colt that I've been unable to sell. The current horse market is so bad that I haven't even tried this year. But this woman wanted up-to-date photos and video.

So, I went out and got some. )
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...REALLY FREAKIN' GOOD.

Unlike every other movie I've seen this year, I can wholeheartedly give to thumbs up to The X-Files: I Want to Believe.

4.5 out of 5 - would recommend to others.

The new X-Files flies in the face of the Hollywood phenomenon of bigger/faster/hipper/more explosions. The movie was, as far as I could tell, completely free of CGI. There wasn't a single explosion; in fact, I don't believe there was a single gunshot.

What there was, was a story. Remember those? Where the writer keeps your attention by making you want to know what happens next, instead of bombarding you with an epilepsy-inducing array of shiny things?

Shippers: You'll be happy. Really, really happy. And not *just* the Mulder/Scully shippers. ::coughSkinnercough::

People who only caught the show occasionally: You won't be lost. Promise. It's not mired in backstory.

Anyway, if you have a soft spot for serious investigation of topics of moral ambiguity, that explore the blurred line between good and evil... see. The. Film.

I promise you won't regret it.

FANGASM!!!

Jul. 9th, 2008 06:36 pm
ponygirl72: (subtle)
My Old Skool heart is going pitter-pitter-pat...

Big, honkin' SJA casting SPOILERS!!

Oh, crap.

This means I have to pick up another fandom, doesn't it?

XD

OM NOM NOM

Jul. 2nd, 2008 04:27 pm
ponygirl72: (nathistoffear)
After a recent Homer Simpson-esque "D'Oh!" moment, I realized that I'd still been throwing away vegetable and fruit scraps from the kitchen.

The chickens Do Not Approve of such silly human behaviors as throwing away food.

They are particularly fond of watermelon rind.

Yes, I made a video of chicks mobbing a watermelon rind. )

No, I don't get out much. And yes, I'm easily amused. :-)
ponygirl72: (hello wave)
Ganked from Fugly Horse of the Day (though completely un-horse-related).

You might remember when this accident happened 6 years ago this March.

This Southwest Airlines flight from Vegas overshot the runway at Burbank. The plane smashed past the airport fence, careened across the street and ended up with a collapsed landing gear, right next to a gas station.

But that's not the amazing part!


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Rules:
* Post 3 things you've done that you believe nobody else on your F-list has done.
* If anybody responds with "I've done that," add another thing.
* Encourage your friends to paste this into their own journal to list the unique things they've done.


Lessee...

1) Stood upright on the back of a trotting horse with nothing to hold onto. (Used to be a vaulter when I was a kid, back when I bounced a lot better than I do now.

2) Delivered a foal... well, many foals, actually. Gross, but uplifting (when it goes right).

3) Driven a car that runs on used french fry (chip) grease. (Waa-ah! I miss my veggie car!! ::sniffle::)

God, I'm weird.
ponygirl72: (nathistoffear)
My new job has eaten my life. And yet I can't bring myself to resent it nearly as much as I should, because - YAY! - repetitive motion injuries are healing, and I now go entire days sometimes without being in pain.

It's amazing what that can do for your outlook.

Anyway... chickens.

click for chicken updates )
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The meme: when you see this post, quote from Doctor Who.

"Oh, look! Rocks!"
ponygirl72: Tucker Aside (quattro)
I'm selling the veggie car. On Ebay. With no reserve.

::cries::

This car will run on diesel, biodiesel, or waste vegetable oil which can be gotten for free from restaurants. I'm hoping to use the money from the sale to partially pay for a diesel farm truck which I can convert to run on veggie-fuel.

A "video test drive" and the eBay link can be found under the cut... please excuse the tongue-in-cheek nature of the video intro. I couldn't resist.

Read more... )
ponygirl72: Tucker Aside (Default)
That's a version of the question I asked years ago when I first heard about geese grazing. 'Cause, y'know, they're *birds*, for crying out loud. With *beaks*. Beaks, for eating bugs, and berries, and... stuff.

A: Yep, they do. Seriously. How? Like this:



That melodic cheeping you hear is the sound of happy chickens. Another thing they do when they're happy and content? They crash out and sleep flat on their sides, with both legs stretched out, occasionally waking enough to stretch the top leg and wing, cat-like, toes wriggling in the sun. That one threw me for a loop the first time I saw it.

Me: "Ack! It's dead!!!!"

Chicken: ::yawn:: ::stretch::

Me: "Oh. Okay." ::feels stupid::

In factory farming, the last third of the chicken's beak is snipped off with wire cutters so it can't peck its cage mates to death in a cannibalistic rage. I'm guessing they don't sleep much in the factory farms.

In other news, the rabbits are freaking delicious, either wrapped in bacon and roasted, or stewed with rice and carrots in beer with a little vinegar. I was very impressed with my Mom's killing technique: she's *fast*. Those rabbits went from happy (and very drunk on the wine they'd been given overnight) to dead with less than 2 seconds of "Whu--?" in between. Closer to 1 second, in many cases.

The fish are being, um, fishy. At least I assume they are, since I can't actually see them.

Lastly, I am currently in the midst of the Great Lamb Dilemma. I can get 4 bottle lambs very cheaply (because no one wants to mess with bottle lambs), but, well, I don't really want to mess with bottle lambs. Or I can *probably* get weaned lambs from this lady who *sort of* wants to cut back her flock of 400 to something more manageable. *Maybe*. My head says I'd probably better snatch up the bottle lambs while I can. My heart asks if I really want to shoot something that crawled into my lap and suckled milk from a bottle in my hand six months previously, and then skin it, gut it, and cut it into pieces.

And hence, the omnivore's dilemma. From the sheep's point of view, scenario one is obviously the best:

"Oh, Momma who used to feed me the milk has come to visit me! What's that metal thing she's got in her hand? Maybe it's got milk in it?" BANG! ::dead::

Scenario two is a little worse:

"La, de, da, la, la. Boy this grass sure is delicious. Oh, noes! The two-legged things that fill my water and move me to a new grazing pen every day are catching me and holding me! This is scary!" BANG! ::dead::

And scenario three, which is the norm, is really quite awful:

"Why did they put me on this scary stock trailer and take me away from my farm? This place smells like dead animals... I don't *wanna* go in there! I'm scared! I'M SCARED!! WHO IS THAT BIG MAN COMING TOWARD ME? I'M TRAPPED, I CAN'T MOVE!" ::captive bolt:: ::dead::

Of course, the order of preference of the HUMANS is 180 degrees opposite, and we are the ones with all of the power in the relationship.

Discuss. (And I know there's at least one vegetarian out there... I'd love to hear from you.)
ponygirl72: (subtle)
Dear Fandom,

Why is it that all the good Donnafic focuses on the LOLZ/cracktasticness/slapping and not on the serious? Not that the LOLZ aren't made of win, mind you. I snigger and snort along with everyone else.

BUT I WANT TEH SERIOUS FIC NAO PLZ. Preferably in the form of 17 chapter, 100,000 word epics.

Fill it with fandom cliches; drag out every single tired old trope in the book. I don't care. Just START WRITING, already.

Yours sincerely,

Ponygirl

P.S. To everyone who has written serious, epic Donnafic and thinks I am dissing them: I am not. I just haven't seen it. Don't send flames. SEND LINKS.

P.P.S. Yes, I know there are a handful of non-cracky missing scenes and Donna POV scenes. I WANT NEW STUFF. WITH PLOT. Lots and lots of it. Any time now. Really.
ponygirl72: (hello wave)
An Ace character study extraordinaire, not to mention a cracking good read...

Spirits by [livejournal.com profile] wiccagirl24