in my life

Ahhhh things are starting to come back and I'm on this like, EMOTIONAL OVERLOAD OF FEELINGS.

Okay first, just to set the scene, this week the final part of one of my favorite hockey fics in the history of fucking ever was posted - a final 111k word chapter to a five-chapter fic that I've been following for two years, 300k words overall, and it was like getting a new Harry Potter book, if you know, HP books tore your freaking heart apart. (......oh wait, some of them actually did.) So then I had to find people to have feelings at, and you know, that was like 24 hours of an emotional roller coaster - still in progress, still it included basically forcing some RL friends to give it a shot, and I am still waiting on them to finish so I can talk about it some more. I do plan on making, like, an Official Rec of it at some point when I have enough wits about me to do it, but in the meantime, for those curious, it is this 300k Hockey RPF fic (with a 6k prequel) where Patrick Kane discovers he has a three year old kid and learns to parent and is really fucked up and loves her so much that sometimes it's hard to breathe, and it's about life and love and everything, ugh, sorry I get REALLY ANNOYINGLY INCOHERENT talking about it.

But anyway, yes: HOCKEY IS BACK. Like, almost. So so close to being back. Players are back together at training camps, preseason games started a couple days ago, the Blackhawks have their first preseason games today, tumblr is afresh with new gifs and new photos; you can smell it in the mid-night air (because that is how late I have to be to actually watch it). I'm not gonna use the word overinvestment, but let's just say today I found myself worrying about the fact that a bunch of players are starting the season weighing a few pounds lighter than they did last year. And by worrying I mean freaking out on chat.

ANYWAY. So then I needed something to distract myself from the terrifyingly disturbing production of Carrie I saw tonight, and remembered that The Good Wife was back! Guys. GUYS. THE GOOD WIFE. Omg. ( I love this show. Spoilers. ) Okay yes, so, I am happy this show is back on.

And in shows coming back, though it is a new show, Gotham! But it feels like another season returning - familiar characters coming back to my screen through TV instead of through comic. So I have no idea what I'll ultimately feel about this show, but there are so many characters it's just such a joy to watch coming to life onscreen: ( spoiler/liveblogging of the first episode )

*

So just to like, round it up, for the record I'm also watching Outlander and Masters of Sex. Because that was like, important to mention right there.

...okay then.

Title: And Then the Heroes Came Along (PG-13, gen)
Fandoms: SGA and DC Comics, but all you need to know is who Superman and Batman are.
Words: ~5700
Summary: You would think that grown men would be able to interact with Superman and Batman without turning into thirteen-year-old girls. You would be wrong.
Notes: Thanks to perspi, wondygal, and thedeadparrot for handholding and going over and especially to bironic for the beta. If this sucks in any way, it's because of me, not them. This fic is for marag, just because.
Warning: One image file at the end. ETA images: And sabrina_il made me a cover! Which is so pretty, thank you :-)

( Superheroes on Pegasus and entirely too much inadvertent meta. )

Screw the dog and her constant need to get in and out of the house and my need to constantly close and open doors for her and being too lazy to do it - from now on I am closing the screen door. Because.

( Look what crawled into my shoe. )

Thing discovered while writing this entry: Photobucket have changed their site so that it's much, much, much quicker to upload! Instead of selecting individual pics you can use the ctrl key and upload a bunch at once. I am happy.

Thing realized earlier today while musing over my recent Batman kick: My army unit may have been lame and boring and kind of impotent, but it was also ten shades of awesome, because guess what our symbol was? That's right. A JEWISH BATARANG. ( Pic under cut. )

I even have a little bat-puppet sitting on my stereo. All these years, and I never even named it Bruce. Such a loss.