Fandom, I love you but.

( a small list of avenger related corrections/things - spoilers, yo )

There's a few more but I'd have to see the movie again (um, fourth time's the..charm?) -- the hardship! -- to double-check and they've been niggling at me while I read ridiculous amounts of fic/contemplate packing.

eta: LJ version now public.

Also published at http://birdsflying.dreamwidth.org/888375.html. Comment here or there, whichever you prefer. There are comments at DW.

Rethinking how I use the internet and this journal. Want to be a bit smaller, a bit quieter, so, in the traditional cliché: it's not you, it's me.

Hi. I'm pretty much locked down now. For anything vaguely fannish, try fvckofagun. After ten years of solid fannish participation online, I need a bit of a break.

I have fucked up in the past. I will no doubt continue to trip up over my privileges and fuck up in the future but I will get up, dust myself down and make an honest effort to learn from my mistakes.

I am not talking because my voice is not the one that needs to be heard but I am reading and trying to aid and support where required or wanted.

(To Edmund Goose)

Return to greet me, colours that were my joy,
Not in the woeful crimson of men slain,
But shining as a garden; come with the streaming
Banners of dawn and sundown after rain.

I want to fill my gaze with blue and silver,
Radiance through living roses, Spires of green
Rising in young-limbed copse and lovely wood
Where the hueless wind passes and cries unseen.

I am not sad; only I long for lustre.
I am tired of the greys and the browns and the leafless ash.
I would have hours that move like a glitter of dancers
Far from the angry guns that boom and flash.

Return, musical, gay with blossom and fleetness,
Days when my sight shall be clear and my heart rejoice;
Come from the sea with breadth of approaching
brightness,
When the blithe wind laughs on the hills with uplifted
voice.

4th of January 1916

-- Siegfried Sassoon.

( Secret Music )