All this has happened before...

[lizardbeth]

You know what? Ron has his faults, but damn if "All this has happened before, and it will happen again" is not the best phrase EVER for fandom.

For example:

- oh look! Adrianne Palicki is rumored to be coming back for a guest appearance on Supernatural. Instead of the joy across the land this SHOULD bring, or even curiosity, there are, of course, a gaggle of people who have judged this is a bad thing. What a shock.

- oh look! Warnings ver. 3 million. I'd link but it's all over metafandom. This is the first time I've heard the "privilege" word getting bandied about so much though. Yeah, there's another word that's going to get sucked dry very soon from overuse. Fandom sure does like using its big hammers lately, which makes it all that much more tiring, I think, and certainly takes a one-way trip to wank where nobody listens and nobody's discussing anything, just stating policy positions and trying very hard to back the other side into a corner of PURE EVIL.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

I slept horribly, have a headache, dumped kiddo at my parents, and fandom is being a drag. It must be summer.

Thank god for killer robots, and plans for double dating to Public Enemies. OH yes, hubby was adorable. "You want to go, right?" -- "Um, hon, which part of Johnny Depp and Christian Bale shooting guns in fedoras did you miss?"

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[lyssie.livejournal.com]

sigh.

*spams*



"Every year, it's the same," Marigold the dragon told Leland Adama. She shifted a little on her nest, and then sniffled a little, sending the stench of sulphur into the room.

Leland, for his part, stayed in his corner, wishing that the townspeople hadn't trussed him up quite so thoroughly. Perhaps if he humored her... "Every year?" he prompted, wondering how an evil, pillaging dragon had come to be named Marigold.

"They don't ask, you know. They just assume--" she tapped a claw and snorted, "As though I'm a common, trouble-making dragon without their... pittances.

"It's all that bloody St. George's fault, I say," continued the dragon, not needing prompting anymore. She wasn't quite in full spate, but Leland could see the slight glow to the edges of her scales. She was obviously working herself up to something. "Had to run afoul of my cousin Astrid, and she just HAD to let him kill her."

Marigold sniffed, making it clear she would never be caught in such a pickle.

"And then of course, what could the rest of us do but hide even more? And even then, there's those that'll come after dragons with pitchforks and mobs," Marigold's talons tapped an annoyed tattoo on the stone of her nest. "Even those what do nothin' get 'em. Or we get stupid tributes and virgins once a year--usually cut-throats and trouble-makers the village wants off their hands."

"I'm not--"

"Sometimes, we actually get virgins," conceded the dragon.

Leland had the grace to blush.

It wasn't that he liked being a virgin, it was that he simply hadn't found the right woman who matched his exceedingly long list of qualifications to give that virginity to. Really, his virginity, in the end, had little to do with his current predicament, and he considered telling Marigold that.

But she was ranting again.

"It's always knights come to save the fair maiden, or wizards who want scales for spells, or rather bumbling heroes who have rewards to collect. Almost enough to make a good dragon reconsider her morals," grumped Marigold.

"What do you do with them, then?" Leland asked, suddenly rather curious. The dragon's chamber was large and littered with dust and rocks and bits of shiny debris, but he couldn't see anything that looked like piles of bones or leftovers from virgin meals. Perhaps there was hope for him yet.

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

ILU.

*hearts*

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*snuggles*