roxy: (Default)
Finally saw Captain America: Civil War, because you know I don't like to just leap into a thing. Anyway, I understand all you Bucky/Cap people. I can see that he's a very attractive character in terms of writing, kind of like early Dean was--all the possibilities.

The movie was fun, could have used some vicious editing. It was nice to see Vision, was a *huge* fan back in the old days, loved that character. I was an angst hoor even in my distant youth, and Vision fit the bill for me. Not as much in the movies, not yet, but here's hoping. :)

Anyhoo, it was fun, and I'm tempted to read some Bucky fics, besides what my beloved writes. Maybe. I still can't see Chris whatisname without thinking that they cast him because they couldn't get Jensen, ha! I've watched a few of those flicks now, and honestly, I think Jensen's the better actor. The better physical actor as well. There must have been something Chris wazizname had that led them to consider him over everyone else, (I'm pretty sure that Ackles was never really in the running, no matter what fandom thinks) but I'm not getting it. He's pleasant enough, just...not quite there for me. Then again, Cap was never a fav of mine to begin with. Whatevs, I like the idea of intense UST between him and Bucky. :D
roxy: (jared speak no evil)
There will be a pause in my 30 days of me-me. I'm frantically trying to get my house in livable condition for my guest--a dear friend of mine, someone I've known for years and years and years. I'm excited. Also, stressed, anxious--just this side of panicky. Of course she knows me, knows what I'm like, but tell that to the part of my brain that likes to unhinge at the least bit of change. Also, there is a trip involved. Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyyys, you know I hate traveling. I hate vacations and staying strange places and agonizing over whether I have enough Imodium with me and will it work and god forbid, what happens if it doesn't and damn it, I won't be able to eat anything and, and, and....*hewp* I can go a very long time without eating stuff, and I'm really good at faking like I am eating, but it's exhausting!! Ach! I will concentrate on the good stuff, and worry about the other shit when I'm there. Good thing is, Fam is my backbone. When stuff starts getting rough, I can count on them to try and tone it down, thank god.

And it's not all bad. My house is clean! Like, no dust and random shit laying here and there. I'm so pleased. And when I retire, it can be like this allllllllll the time.

HAHAHAHAAAAAA. Whew! *wipes eyes*

Anyhoo, when I'm back here, there will be pics of celeb crushes and me, whoooooo!! And more fascinating business about, yes, me. If you're still reading this, thank you for having that freak-out with me. ;D
roxy: (poproxy2)


12. desktop scrnshot: Nothing much to say about it, I change it every time I get bored. It's a pretty picture, isn't it? I *loved* that shoot.

13. My three confessions are kind of boring too, but on two of them, I reached down inside myself for some truth I'm sharing with you. Only you guys:

There's a writer everyone seems to love and I just Don't. Get. It. They irritate the hell out of me. And no, it definitely is not someone I know.

I think I'm pretty damn good-writing wise. I wish more people would see that.

I'm sorry I wasted my talent for art. But don't tell anyone I said so.

I'm less embarrassed when I put it in italics. I don't get it either. *shrug* :)
roxy: (poproxy2)


11. "Wherever you go, there you are."
buckaroo banzai

That quote makes me feel good. When I'm really stressed, I repeat it to myself. I painted it on my laundry room wall, so I could look at it and remember that no matter what, I am me, and no matter what flits through my head on a particular day, deep down inside I'm actually a tough little bitch.
roxy: (poproxy2)
Here I go again, doubling up. Someday I'll do more than come home from work, eat, then pass out, but until then....


9. These are just a few of my pet peeves, I mean, c'mon, me? I could be here for days, just typing madly away. But no. Here you go:
Not putting things away where they belong.
Taking things without asking.
Not returning them in the same condition.
(I have a thing about my things)

10. Live off one food and one beverage for the rest of my days? That sounds like some kind of horrible hell-torture, but if forced to choose: coffee, grilled salmon.
roxy: (poproxy2)

You get 4 and 5 today because I fell asleep yesterday. My life.

4. I'll say LJ name. Roxymissrose is Miss Roxy Rose, my drag queen name friends from a thousand years ago gave me, and it stuck. So if you meet me, don't call me Susan, call me Roxy 'cause that's my name. :D

5. My bed. My bath. My bed. My coffeepot. (it's a place of its own, hush.) My bed. I'm not an adventurer. I'm a terrible traveler. I'm about thiiiis close<-------------->to being an agoraphobe. Wait, no, I'm not afraid of being outside, I'm irritated by it.
roxy: (poproxy2)
So, posting this and running because I have to go to bed before I die of tired. I'll look for ya'lls answers to this days challenge tomorrow.

I chose to interpret this in the loosest way. 'Cause that's just how I roll.


3. There is no detail. I get up, do my hygienic stuff, make my bed if I'm not feeling too lazy, get dressed in my Red Bullseye Satan ensemble, make coffee, read while I eat (poptarts, nature's most perfect food) and then dash out the door to stand at the fitting room and make someone's day richer for having met me. Then it's home, to where almost every evening, the World's Most Fabulous Husband has prepared a tasty meal. Then I get to clean the kitchen because the man is hopeless. I remind myself not to complain because hey, I didn't have to cook. After that, it's pretty much hours of fanfic, a little TV, and then bedtime. Sometimes, it's a time for a looooong bubble bath—and reading. If it's a good day, other stuff happens but we don't need details there.
roxy: (poproxy2)

DAY 2: I like dairy products, dislike being lactose intolerant

I like well-written fanfic, but dislike tags full of fake modesty.

I like well-behaved swimming pools, I heartily dislike the ocean.

I like wearing comfy clothes and, okay, flannel shirts. I dislike having to dress up fancy an' all. It's hard to dress this short, fat, little figure.

I like flowers and planning gardens, but dislike the work involved. All that sweatin' and dirt and stuff...

I like sex, but dislike folks' attitudes that being over 50 should make you a monk. Losers.

I like fandom, but very much dislike the wars and flaming ships. Why? It's a big fuckin' damn internet, fercrisakes.

I like fried pickles and fried chicken, but not a big fan of other fried things. I have this irrational *hatred* of the smell of frying things.

I like coffee, though like is a very weak word to describe my feelings. I dislike Coke.

I like the fact that for eight years, we had classy, intelligent, open leadership. I dislike the fact that now our leadership seems to be bigoted assclowns dancing a puppet about.

After I post this, I'll probably think of better likes/dislikes, but I will be too lazy to edit.
roxy: (poproxy2)
Okay, I'm doing another 30-day meme which will probably go by the wayside about three days in--but Imma give it a shot, what the hell. Nothing else is happening here, right?


Day 1. write some basic things about yourself: I'm a short, fat, Black woman--in fact, that's what my bio says.

I'm 62, my hair is white with a sprinkling of my original black. I kind of miss that black, but not as much as I miss my waist.

I'm in love with this guy I met 37 years ago.

I've always been an uncomfortable combination of very, very, very shy, and slightly mean and outspoken.

I like people, but not too many and not too close.

I love art, and I'm not too shabby with a pen.

I'm a J2 fanatic. ;D


Sep. 21st, 2016 08:38 pm
roxy: (faceoevol)
I woke up this morning with a vampire eye!! It was just pinkish to start with, but when I finally got a chance to look at it again, late afternoon - from the corner of my eye up to my iris, it was blood red!!! Creepy as hell!

No wonder people going into the fitting room kept looking at me like I was going to jump up and eat their hearts. And me being especially smile-face today, too.

What a combo, hunh? Bloody eye and crazed smile....

It's all okay, just a busted blood vessel and a scraped cornea. No idea how that happened. But I'll be sleeping with one eye on Mr. R....
roxy: (spn showtime!)
Me: I got the SpN season 11 DVD!

BG: ...Netflix not enough?

Me: No.

BG: Hulu? Amazon...?

Me: No.

BG: Gotta have them in your hands?

Me: Yes!

BG: Then...I'm happy for you?

Me: Thank you!!
roxy: (poproxy2)
I wish that when people leave you kudos at AO3, there was an option that you could send them a kudo for giving you kudos...or something way less complicated than that. :D

I got a comment today on an old SV story that made my eyes get all round and wide--hard to do because I'm a naturally squinty-eyed kind of person, so you can just imagine. It was a good comment, in fact, a great one, but it made me realize just how damn freaky the story was, lol! And now I know where the scene came from that's been floating in my head. I've been haunted by a scene from one of my own fics, and couldn't for the life of me remember which one! Is that a sign of creeping age, or does that happen to other people too? And if it doesn't just lie and nod.

My flu-shot arm hurts a little. Is that normal? I still feel salty from the ocean. Do you think that's all in my mind? So, what really happens if you fill your mouth with PopRocks and drink coke? Do you think folk faking sex for the movies sometimes actually have sex? I think they'd have to concentrate really hard on blocking stuff out--filming looks like a weird business to me. Plus, why are people not in porn vids are always so *quiet* when they're having sex?? All that discreet little gasping and moaning. Tchah! I like the neighborhood to know that Mr. R's got an excellent handle on the job.

This post is what is what life is like for Mr R. He gets these kind of questions every day, once or twice at least, for--gee, thirty-seven years. Plus he gets me staring intently into his eyes while he tries to figure out how to answer me. Sometimes--not very often because he's made of very strong stuff--he breaks and just starts laughing. I count those rare times as a major win.

This rambling, hard-to-understand-in-spots post is brought to you by insomnia. You're welcome!! :D



Aug. 21st, 2016 07:40 pm
roxy: (happy birthday)
Sent my drawing to spn_heatwave, and now it's all over. Except for a sketch I want to do of a slightly AU Dean. We shall see!

Right now, I'm a few thousand words from posting a Public Enemies update. Having some problems because it involves violent sexual situations. The larger part of the AO3 update has already been posted to LJ. There are some changes, but it's basically the same. I've been pecking away at it for, what, almost a month? I'm determined to post before we leave for my brother's this Friday. *resolve face*

Still chillin', still eating birthday cake, wooo!

BD month!

Aug. 14th, 2016 09:55 pm
roxy: (4julysv by taliosi_x)
So, self-recs, how about them? :D

I'm reccing a story of mine that's not that well written, but it was *full* of enthusiasm. It's not that I've gotten so much better, it's that I realize now that a beta is a very good thing, plus I'm way less full of the belief that my prose is scintillating and needs little improvement. Still, it's one of my fav stories, and I'm going to tell you all about it! )


Jul. 3rd, 2016 08:57 pm
roxy: (bobby)
Celebrating the fourth today instead of tomorrow. Little does my family know, but tomorrow, I plan to spend the entire day reading SpN BB and meanttobe. God help anyone who tries to get in between me and my laptop. I'm also going to, sweartagod, finish my BB.

If I look exceptionally spiffy with lovely and plentiful icons, it's all due to [ profile] iibnf. For the next twelve months, I will be ad-free, gorgeous, and just slightly saucy. *winks and shimmies*

I haven't wished folks a happy birthday in a while. not because I'm ignoring ya'll, or don't care, it's because it's depressing me. Every day, there's an announcement in my inbox of the birthday of another friend who's wandered away from LJ, never to return. Some of these make me slightly nostalgic and some of these break my fucking heart. So, going forward, like, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, I'm going to start acknowledging ya'll's birthdays again. Because I love you, and I want you to know I think of you often. But not tonight.

So, totes off topic, has anyone done a J2 version of Big Hero 6? Also, after I wiped my copious tears away at the end of The Good Dinosaur, I thought, "Gosh, that would make a heck of a J2."

Man, what the hell is it with me and constantly wanting to debase childhood memories? Brave Little toaster, anyone? ;D
roxy: (sun)
My child is moving...again. From the apartment that she just moved into. Yes, I know. She's moving into a different place, because of extreme phobias. No one understands, except folks who also have phobias that can turn one's life inside out. We talked about it and I supported her move, but asked for her promise to seek counseling of some kind because this is just too much. So this move, she's totally on her own. She's a grown, mature woman, and this is her life, she has to live it the way she wants. But that doesn't mean we have to live it with her. The move is totally, completely on her. How she accomplishes it is in her court. Mom and Dad are tapped out, financially and mentally.

Staycation is almost over--I have one more day. Except for the mind-boggling news my kid dropped in my lap, it's been so good that I'm kind of considering taking early retirement and just becoming a hermit. Nothing would make me happier than to shut my door on the world outside and just...breathe. I have two more months to think about it. Hmmmm...*ponders* I wonder if I can cut my hours at Red Bulls-eye Satan without getting fired and then live off the riches of my retirement. And my husband, poor man. Hell, he's younger than me, he can deal.

This post brought to you by 'has it been that long since I posted?'
roxy: (sun)
It's vacation time--no, no, better than that--it's *staycation* time, time to wrap my BB in its little shawl and kick it out the door! And I'm gonna read. I'm gonna guzzle coffee. I might go to the mall and wolfwhistle baby boys--scar them for life. Heck yeah, I'm a giver. I'm going to the bakery and buying all the pastries. Gonna sit on the porch and eat them and write barista Jensen and lonely-boy Jared in my mind. Scare the neighbors. Annoy the dog. Oh my god, and do some drawing, hokey smokes, forgot all about that!

I'm feeling good! Kiss my hindparts, Red Bulls-eye Satan--I'm out of you for a whole week!


May. 26th, 2016 09:00 pm
roxy: (sun)
So, I'm reading my BB draft, chugging along and thinking, "Ha, not bad!" when I get to a part where a giant chunk of it is MISSING!! And I don't know where it is or what happened. What the fuck happened? I have no idea what I did, or when. Life is exciting, my friends.

So, turns out tomorrow I'm helping BG decorate her new apartment. In, out, she is like the wind. This time, she's ten minutes away instead of an hour, so that's cool. I still got the dog, though. Weird little animal. Saaaaaay...maybe THE DOG did it!! Maybe he snuck in and edited my story when I was asleep...don't laugh, it's a Fam thing. This dog has a very active life when we're not around. Stealing our car keys and disguising himself as a very short, very hairy little guy, who for some reason speaks with a lisp. He hits up the local bars, but he prefers the coffee houses. He loves poetry night. He wears a beanie and big, horn-rimmed glasses, but the lenses are just plain glass. Yeah, he's kind of a hipster.

I'm rambling, aren't I?

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