090. Planned Parenthood

So, the past week has been rather terrible, hasn't it? Which makes a lovely change from the rather terrible year we've been having. As such, I have decided to do a thing.

I have set up a JustGiving page, where I'm aiming to raise £500 to donate to Planned Parenthood in VP-elect (and general terrible human being) Mike Pence's name. Because this way, I can do good while being passive-aggressive, and that's my favourite way to do things.

Let's piss off Mike Pence
Donate to Planned Parenthood

And feel free to share around. :)

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Okay. So, if you don't hear from me for a while, if I'm not online, it's because I am dealing with the fact that I'm in the process of watching my country jump off a fucking cliff.

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Dear Writer Letter

Thank you for taking part in our little exchange and for writing me a story! I'm sure I'll love anything you do. :D (And I'm sorry the posting of this letter was late. If it wasn't for geckoholic I'm sure the entire exercise would have been a complete mess.)

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I was going to do one of my December topics today (if you want to suggest one, go here), but they are currently debating in the House of Commons whether or not to call airstrikes on Syria, and I am not in the mood.

I understand that this is democracy in action. I understand that there are other points of view. But I don't understand how people can be so blind to the suffering of others. This isn't Call of Duty, this isn't a video game. There will be other people on the end of those missiles; people with lives and loves and families. With hopes and fears, who want to be doctors, lawyers, teachers. Who want to live in a peaceful world where their "allies" don't bomb them because they happen to come from the same country as people who want to do harm.

My dad always said that my grandma - when she got annoyed with something people were doing, or the government was doing, or anything like that - would sometimes say "what this country needs is a good war!" And I understand what she meant. We are so comfortable, we've forgotten what it's like to live in fear, what it's like to pull together for a common goal, what it's like to be a victim. Collectively, we are used to shifting the problem. The last war fought on British soil ended in 1945. So few people are still alive who remember what it was like.

I've been on twitter, half following the #SyriaVote hashtag. It's just full of people opposed to the airstrikes, which makes a nice change from hashtags you think will be full of people who think the same as you and turn out to think Donald Trump would be great for America. But anyway, in one of those tweets I found this:

Tony Benn was a legendary Labour MP who died a couple of years ago. He was liberal, anti-war and very articulate. He had four kids and one is Hilary Benn, Labour MP. Hilary Benn will be closing the debate tonight, just before they go to vote.

Hilary Benn supports airstrikes on Syria.

077. Read Between the Lines

This was supposed to be something completely different, but turned into this instead because I couldn't be bothered to make the original idea work.

Title: Read Between the Lines
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Warnings: meta-ish? Fake links.
Disclaimer: watch as I write fiction about fiction
Notes: Unbeta'd. Post-Cap2 canon compliant. Won't work properly if you have fonts in any colour that isn't black.

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I have no idea how to put this on AO3.

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To Build A Home
[ 1400 words | non-beta'd | G | no warnings but see disclaimer ]

Disclaimer: this is not meant as speculation on AoU, this is not me 'retconning' for any sort of purpose, I'm not trying to fix anything I've read about or heard speculated. This is simply an idea I had regarding Clint and his apparent propensity for picking up strays with no motive other than to give them a chance. This has potential-AoU references in it, but is not me trying to fix anything. I don't think it's not going up on AO3 though.

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069. Snowblindness

Title: Snowblindness
Rating: PG13
Pairings: none
Wordcount: 4572
Warnings: injury
Disclaimer: lies and untruths
Beta: inkvoices. Thank you again!
Notes: written for alphaflyer as part of igrockspock's winter fic exchange. Essentially amounts to Melinda, Maria and Natasha in Austria saving Clint's arse. Go team!

They were in the Central Alps in Austria, in December at night fall, because if Clint Barton was going to be compromised, he was going to do it properly. And apparently that meant doing so in stupidly inaccessible places in the snow.
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067. Tipping Point

Title: Tippping Point
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: pre-Tony/Pepper
Wordcount: 3862
Warnings: implied/referenced suicide
Beta: alphaflyer
Notes: I wrote this because I was reading the graphic novel Climate Changed by Phillipe Squarzoni and even though I studied climate science as part of my degree and already knew most of what I was reading, it was still making me really angry. Tony got into clean energy after shutting down Stark Industries' weapons manufacturing, so I figured he must have been pissed about it too.

Living with your boss means sometimes you forget that he’s your boss.
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064. Not Doing This Alone

Title: Not Doing This Alone
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: none
Wordcount: 8254
Warnings: metions of suicude, homelessness, mild angst, PTSD
Disclaimer: Watch me as I write fiction about fiction. All recognisable characters are property of Marvel and Disney.
Beta: The wonderful inkvoices, who has been utterly fantastic in keeping this from veering into ridiculous accents and melodrama.
Notes: Bucky on the streets of Brooklyn; Hawkguy fusion, outside POV. Written for sholio as part of avengersfest 2014. Totally went out of my comfort zone writing Bucky and I'm super glad I did.

Unless you don’t got nowhere else to go, you don’t come down Blake Street way. It’s cold and there’s no shelter, ‘cept for what condemned lots provide. Got worse after the aliens though. One of them sled thingies crashed straight through the front of 37. Don’t matter all that much, ‘cos no one ‘cept homeless have lived there for years, but weird rotting alien bodies and that sled thing brought Feds and Blake Street ain’t the place anyone wants Feds. Full of people just making do, ‘cept Feds think that’s illegal. Fuckin’ Feds.