clo_again: (Andy - Laugh)
But at the moment I'm inordinately delighted with myself for finishing anything! (even if it's taken me months to get past starting new things to actually finishing one of them):

as we fly south - tennis rpf, Andy Murray/Novak Djokovic, rated E. Olympic bet fic, 7,688 words.

Andy’s wanted this forever, so long his earliest memories of it are blurred, foxed at the edges with the careful wear of age. He still can’t quite believe it’s been his this week, the right to drive Novak to the edge of coherence and watch him fall apart; it's as much a prize as any trophy, as the medal wrapped snug in its ribbon in his hoodie pocket.

I realised halfway through it that the last Olympic fic I wrote was a. twelve years ago and b. also a bet fic. I don't even know how to feel about the fact that I'm an ancient fan girl rewriting the same tropes. 'Proud' is an option. So is 'mortified'.


But in 'moving on' steps, I created an Imzy! After a brief panic that someone would've taken 'Clo' already (looking at you, Dreamwidth) I got it and it's fine, nobody panic. I have no idea what I'm doing over there but I have a few free invites if anyone wants one.

I'm located at I guess? I'm still not entirely sure how this community mlarky works but it's an interesting interface that's both tumblr and Livejournal combined, and there's comments (hurrah!) so this could be the next step? I'm interested to see where it goes.
clo_again: (Roger/Mirka - So Hail to the King)
Roger just lost at Wimbledon so, in the traditions of the last twelve years, I'm sulking on LJ. Hurrah and yay and all that muchness.

(Roger, you had so many break points. You bloody sodding moron.)

Anyway, in addition to now getting entirely soused on Pimms because of idiot Swiss tennis players, I saw this on Twitter today about Russia's bugfuck crazy data laws affecting LJ and wondered sadly if it would be LJ's final straw. I mean, my flist is mostly a wasteland these days (not helped by my useless lack of posts) and I hang out mostly on Twitter (find me at @aomaakutu) but I don't want LJ to disappear entirely. It feels like it should stand forever as an archive to the early-ish days of fandom and online social networking and also, I have a lot of fic (all the old stuff of which is reposted over at Insanejournal, with apologies for how terrible it is) and nonsense and old conversations from over a decade of fandom sitting on here. I don't want that to disappear. AO3 is great and Twitter is great and tumblr is basically a disaster that hasn't got the sense to fall over under the weight of its own nonsense, and none of it does what LJ did. But if LJ does go, look me up on Twitter (@aomaakutu), or AO3 (clo) or Insanejournal (clofic) whatever. Maybe one day fandom will swing back around to blogging again. Then I can yell at people drunkenly about Roger being an idiot in more than 140 characters (which are nowhere near adequate to express my righteous indignation tbh).

Anyway! While LJ is still here and kicking, maybe I should actually use it for something? Idk, I hit a massive writer's block back in February and it took me forever to get over it so I started writing whatever got me writing anything again and it's left me with a bunch of weird WiPs, one of which is 30k and counting. As I'm a little drunk and a lot annoyed, how about some snippets of things that may, or may not, ever be finished? Why not? Snippets for everyone! (er, or everyone who likes tennis fic snippets since I have yet to find another fandom after twelve years. Never let it be said that I don't drag things out to the bitter end).

tennis fic wips snippets )

I wonder if I'll ever forget LJ html. Weird.

Because I'm me, the next thing I really want to write isn't any of these but I only have it outlined rather than written and it's in that weird stage of being thought-perfect before I have to try and wrestle it into words. I like it though. If I can keep writing despite being back in work on Monday, it might even get snippeted, or maybe it'll just get posted. I don't think it'll be that. Except, I always say that and 50k later it's still half finished.

I can't believe Roger lost. What an idiot.
clo_again: (Roger/Mirka - So Hail to the King)
I did it again, ya'll.

whiskey sour - loss as an art form 0.2, tennis rpf, Andy Roddick/Roger Federer, explicit, 16,032 words. The morning after the night before, and all the uncomfortable consequences.

This one was so hard to get though, so I'm relieved I wrote the damn thing and now I can go write something less consequence-filled for a while.
clo_again: (Roger/Mirka - So Hail to the King)
Um. So there was a Wimbledon final at the weekend which involved Roger Federer. And had Andy Roddick commentating - or in truth, talking non-stop for five days about how amazing Roger is and how great he is and how he only copes with being asked about 2009 because he has so much respect for Roger and even though it's been a million years since I wrote anything actually postable in tennis fic, I did a thing. Like, drink too much Pimms and bash angrily at my keyboard while Roger lost, and then spend two days spamming [ profile] kindoftrouble with emails going DOES THIS MAKE SENSE HOW CAN I MAKE MY DRUNKEN RAMBLINGS MAKE SENSE WHY DO I LOVE TENNIS PLAYERS WHEN THEY DO STUPID THINGS LIKE LOSING, ARGH.

In short, have fic. It's even go about 21% plot going on behind the PWP. Sort of. This is mostly the angry-that-he-lost bit; if I get the sequel, and the prequel, and the sequel-sequel done, there might be actual plot. Plus the other thing I'm about half-way through that isn't even in this series. Because apparently I'm writing tennis RPF again, god.

beautiful and drunk (singing softly to yourself)
- Andy Roddick/Roger Federer, explicit, 6093 words post-Wimbledon 2015 final, drunken hurt-comfort sex and Andy pining when he should know better.

I er, was about 50-80% Pimms at various times when I wrote it, so hopefully the editing-bashing means it at least vaguely makes sense.

Posting on AO3 is amazingly more nerve-wracking than here or the Pit of Voles. I'm going to go have a little sit down now.
clo_again: (Primeval - teamwork)
Whoa. An idle click on [ profile] tennisslash when I'm not expecting the different layout? Should not freak me out as much as it did. That's... weird. Not that I go there much or at all hardly, anymore or ever really, since that's what flists are for. It's just... weird.

You know, I need to start writing tennis slash again so I could open a tennis slash comm on IJ. A proper one, not just mine. Which I will finish shifting fic to...sometime. Later maybe. On a tangent note, I finally got the internet working on my desktop again yesterday and my IJ layout doesn't work right on this screen. Dammit. This is what comes of working in percentages instead of pixels. I wonder if it would work if I changed it to pixels? Mmm.*

(If the interweb explodes in the next five minutes I think we can safely assume the answer to that is 'no'.)

The only other thing of note I accomplished yesterday, besides spending the entire day in my pyjamas because I'm lazy, was working out how to make my own wallpaper and floors for The Sims 2. Much glee was had. This at least puts off me spending money I don't have and shouldn't spend on more expansion packs for a while longer.

Which means I can spend it on a new duvet cover if I find the one I like when we go shopping later. I doubt I will because it was months ago I saw it and I missed the sales but I can hope until we get there and there's no sign of it.

ETA: * It worked. This makes me pissed that I faffed around with percentages for ages the first time I did it.


ETA again: I watched Derren Brown's The System last night and oh my *god*, he played us all for suckers. And it worked. (Though howinhell did he apply that 'system' to those journalists and racing people? Was that just him being freakishly clever?) I actually believed he'd lost all that poor woman's money for a second though god, what if the original horse had won? There had to be a set-up in there somewhere but I don't care because it was awesome when he explained it all with that little smirk.

Though *nine hours* flipping a coin just to film a row of heads. Nine freaking hours*. Derren you are insane and wonderful and your beard is so delightfully evil.

If I became famous tomorrow? Derren Brown is the person I'd most look forward to meeting. Not Roger Federer or Simon Pegg or Neil Gaiman. Derren Brown. Because he is just... just evilly awesome.


I also watched Primeval which was so, so bad (slow motion? Really? You didn't hear what we said about Torchwood series one then no? You must've been some distance away because we were yelling pretty loud)except for the parts where it was actually good. You can see this show really trying to be good and having good ideas, it's just... the editing was bad last night and considering Helen and Lester are the only ones whose acting I enjoy and they have the least screen time? Yeah. Claudia/Jenny/whatever-her-name-is is awful; I thought she'd got a bit better over last series but it was like back to basics at the start of this one. I've got nothing against her with Cutter (no matter how much he comes across as married to Stephen and they were so having a lover's tiff last night, it was *hilarious*) but crikey woman, try not to make me wince with every stilted line you say.

Still it's entertaining and it's not like I was ever expecting it to be actually *good*. Throw a group of cute people together and have them hunt for dinosaurs; the acting can be as bad as it likes and I'd still be there because *dinosaurs*. Heh.
clo_again: (Slashers - Like fascist dictators in a w)
Dear ATP site, your anal attention to detail is like a slasher's wet dream. You win at life. Love, Clo.

Seriously, people? Without so much as having to think about it, I found every single tournament detail I could want from something way back in 2000. It'd be a crime not to utilise resources like this.

*Every detail*. God. Suddenly that Retro Slash challenge doesn't look so hard after all.
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