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The Eagle has landed

Guys, have I mentioned recently how much I love space and space exploration and the Apollo program (and Gemini--Gemini did so much cool stuff that gets overlooked in favor of Apollo)? If not, well.... I really love it, yo. And this whole "50th anniversary of landing on the moon for the first time" thing has me even more hyped than usual. Need to get myself a SPACE icon sometime soonish.

Anyhow, this is the best video I've seen so far for getting a taste of what the actual landing was like:


Goosebumps, folks. Maybe a bit teary-eyed even.



Just.

We landed on the moon. How rad is that? (And how quickly can we get back there, please?)
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Time to Write (help me actually do it?)

Started the Star Wars: the Clone Wars/Project of Doom crossover despite saying I wasn't going to, because apparently this is my brain's new chew-toy, and now have a small pile of Star Wars reference books because books are better than wikis even though the wikis are more convenient (and cheaper). Because I can't shut down the academic librarian part of me even when I'm just writing fanfic nobody else is going to read.

This not going to get in the way of Dean and a Horse, I pinky-swear--since I think I have the final shape of that more or less settled and it's awfully fun to write. And actually, the end is almost in sight. (I'm kind of looking forward to seeing if anyone's going to guess the surprise twist.)

Anyhow, I always do better at actually writing when prodded slightly from the outside, so here are the three current WIPs--leave a comment with a number and I'll write you the next three sentences in that fic.

1. Dean and a Horse
2. itty MoL!Sam and Dean learn to swim
3. Cody and Obi-Wan's accidental vacation with the not-so-pacifist space Amish
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spn crack fic: Dean and a Horse, pt. 1-10/?

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Breakfast is leftover fish and yet another apple of mysterious origins, which he shares with a pair of fieldmice who have curled themselves into his doublet collar. The rabbit's settled itself comfortably between his feet, a welcome warmth in the early morning chill.

"It's a mite unsettling, I must admit," Benny says, watching Dean feed the mice bits of apple peel. "Never met anyone who had such a way with animals before." Behind him, the horse blows a great cloud of frosted breath, nosing at his shoulder until he produces an apple for it as well.

"You're telling me," Dean says, licking the last of the apple-stickiness from his fingers. "It's nothing like this at home." Well, aside from that time he was able to talk to dogs, but just thinking about how to explain that is enough to restart his headache so he doesn't. "Maybe we'll get lucky and it'll work on the dragon, too."

...The dragon turns out to be an adolescent alligator.

"I feel gypped," Dean says, though the mice in his collar curl a little more tightly against his jaw and the rabbit has huddled its way up nearly into his armpit. He pets it reflexively, trying to soothe away its shivering.

As alligators go, it's not very impressive, but the horse is doing a sort of stompy thing with its front feet anyway, snorting like it's an angry bull. Which is probably sensible, given how stupid teenagers can be--gotta make it clear up front that nobody's going to be eating anybody else right now.

"You know anything about a tower with a princess in it?" Dean asks, not really expecting an answer, but he might as well try.

The alligator goes off on a long tangent about snakes and catfish and being hungry before it becomes clear it doesn't have the vaguest idea what a tower even is.

"It's like a really big tree made out of stone with a person stuck inside." Dean can feel the amusement emanating from Benny and if it were Sam, he'd elbow him in the ribs. But it's not Sam, so instead he just glares at the back of the Benny's head as he has to spend the next five minutes explaining the same thing over and over in more excruciatingly simple terms. To an *alligator*. At this point a dragon would be preferable, since in the stories those are usually at somewhat intelligent--this guy's like a frat boy with brain damage.

Eventually one of those little tooth-cleaning birds shows up and takes pity on them and they get pointed west again, meaning the whole detour was a complete waste of time.

"Gotta admit, chief, this whole thing is starting to feel like a wild goose chase," Benny says later when they stop to give the horse--and themselves--a break. Lunch is yet more apples, and Dean is quickly coming to loath them.

"Yeah, I know," Dean sighs, and preemptively gives the rest of his meal to the horse.
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Is this thing on?

Right, so ... I'm back, I guess? Definitely not going back to a daily posting schedule, though--didn't realize just how exhausting it had become until I finally let myself stop. But I'll be throwing together screen cap spams and resuming the favorite SPN episode polls and such.

How've you all been? I spent the last month mostly mainlining as much Star Wars fic (both fannish and pro) as I could get my hands on--had forgotten just how much I love Luke and Mara and Obi-Wan (and Wedge, and Han and Leia, and Captain/Admiral Pellaeon, and pretty much all the Noghri--oh, I do so love this universe). One of the great tragedies of the EU is that Timothy Zahn wrote only one PT-era novel, but it's okay. I'll cope somehow.

(Don't worry--I have SPN fics in the works still, and I'm not dropping Sam and Dean anytime soon, just needed to reconnect with my fannish roots, as it were.)

But my love of Obi-Wan led me down the rabbit hole that is The Clone Wars fic, and I have the feeling I'm going to be picking up that show sometime in the nearish future, though at least I go into it forewarned that all is pain and sorrow forever, despite it being a show ostensibly for kids. And that has me thinking about how we become aware of what war actually is, as we grow up. Star Wars introduced a young me to the idea, but what actually helped me understand what it's like is the now mostly-forgotten CGI adaptation of Starship Troopers airing on Fox Kids:

This is where I learned about continuing on in the face of death, fighting even though you know you're going to lose because ... well, you might not, but if you give up you definitely will, and there are others depending on you. It's a lesson I've had to apply at various times over the years, though never in true life-or-death situations. Not yet, at any rate.

Anyhow, there's no real point to this--just a passing thought. And a warning that Star Wars is probably going to keep cropping up as we go, though I don't think that it'll ever turn into publicly-posted fic. (I do have a private crack crossover I've been writing in my head as I go to sleep at night, but since the other half of it is the fantasy novel I'll never actually write, there would be no point in sharing it.)
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