gyzym

For gyzym, who wanted something lighthearted about Bucky leaving things for Steve.

It’s not her fault this is not quite what she asked for. 

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Steve’s coffee is hot.

This is not to say that this taken on its own is an earth-shattering observation, except, he’s not sure when or if he made it.

“Hey,” Steve asks Sam, when he comes back from the bathroom, “did you make coffee?”

Sam gives him a strange, searching kind of look. “No,” he says slowly, as if waiting for Steve to contradict him and give him enough evidence to form a diagnosis of insanity.

“Right.” Steve is still, in fact, standing in his running gear. The only thing that has changed since they walked in the door and Sam called dibs on the first shower is that Steve is holding his favourite mug in his hand, and it is mysteriously full of hot coffee he doesn’t remember making.

He takes an experimental sip. It tastes fine, not noticeably different from how he usually takes it.

“Did you sleep okay?” Sam asks, eyeing him carefully. 

Steve shrugs. There isn’t really an easy answer to that question. “Not too badly.”

“Well, if you ran hard enough to forget making coffee then I guess I feel a little better about you lapping me six times. Did you make enough for me?” Sam looks around the kitchen, spots the pot steaming on the counter, and grins. “Thanks.” He claps a hand on Steve’s shoulder, leaves it there for a second before going to pour himself a cup.

Steve looks at the mug in his hand, wondering if they left the window open on the way out too.

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Top 25 Sterek Fanfiction

Crash Landers by gyzym - Oneshot | 31,173 | PG-13 

In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)

Shit. What do you write inside a fake ticket meant to briefly mislead a slightly unhinged werewolf into deep annoyance? Stiles is pretty sure, “Ahahahahahaha” is not appropriate, and 100% certain that, “For reasons I cannot even explain to myself, you’ve kind of been a recurring feature in my ongoing journey of sexual discovery since the first time I laid eyes on you,” will not go over well. Hmm. Decisions, decisions.

Eventually, he writes, “Gotcha!” and walks back over to the car, shoving the fake ticket under the left windshield wiper with satisfaction. It’s not much better than “Ahahahahaha,” but it’s a significant improvement on the other option, so Stiles is going to count it as a win. He goes back to the cruiser, meets his father coming the other way, and mostly forgets about it. Hopefully it’ll at least cause some mild intrigue at some point, unless (please, please, please, please) something else comes up.

Fan fiction is already a resistive act, but this is taking things to a whole new level. It’s an opportunity for stories featuring a diverse range of protagonists, including POC and queer characters. Stories that have been ignored because they’re too much of a risk; stories that the mainstream media does not think are economically viable; the kind of stories that fandom has been demanding for decades. This is an opportunity to prove that we will pay for these stories.
—  The Geekiary on Big Bang Press, a Kickstarter campaign publishing original fiction novels by three fanfiction authors. Read excerpts from their books here.

gyzym asked:

LEVERAGE FIC PROMPT: PARKER, ELIOT, AND HARDISON ON A JOB THAT'S ON A CRUISE SHIP. Who gets seasick? Who convinces half the boat they're actually the captain? Who gorges themselves on the buffets I have heard are expansive but not actually very good? Who keeps bringing up that time all those people got trapped on a cruise ship and started flinging their own feces? Who is concealing their secret deep fear of the ocean? THESE ARE THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

 Okay okay okay this is all VERY IMPORTANT YOU ARE TOTALLY RIGHT

  • nobody gets seasick, thank god, but it takes approximately 2.4 seconds for Parker to go ABSOLUTELY STIR CRAZY.  Cabin fever is real, oh god it’s so real, and god forbid the cruise they’re on is somewhere chilly like Alaska because she is already going to get hella sunburned at some point but getting frostbite/windburn too may also be in the cards if they don’t keep an eye on her.
  • All Eliot has to do is wear a well-pressed white shirt and pull his hair back and people already start mistaking him for the captain.  He can just exude an air of authority when he wants to, and since the con hinges on them taking over control of certain bits of the ships operations, Hardison actually put together a remarkable forgery of the actual cruise line’s officer jackets and Parker steals the actual captain’s hat for him.  After that, it’s all smooth sailing.  He knows enough about being at sea the talk comes easily to him, and he has tons of natural leadership qualities.  He respects everyone who works there.  Except the head chef, who has clearly stopped trying.  No excuse for that.
  • SPEAKING OF THE HEAD CHEF this food is totally catering to the american-on-vacation-junk-food diet, and no it is not good but it is sweet and rich.  THIS MEANS THAT HARDISON IS SO ON BOARD WITH ALL OF IT.  Forget about the meals, you should see the appetizer buffets! If it’s not fried, it has a cream center.  Or possibly it is put on tortilla chips. Eliot keeps warning Hardison what not to eat, so he never actually gets sick, but he sure as hell gives it the old college try.  He wanders past the buffets all the time, with his pockets lined in tin foil so he can fill them with appetizers and deserts.  Also: Parker discovers the bar on the pool deck will make her a really yummy virgin mudslide and she manages to down six of them one day and then not sleep for almost 24 hours.  She is no longer allowed on the pool deck without supervision.
  • Hardison definitely brings up the poo-flinging, especially after they deliberately stall the engines and get everyone stuck out there for almost two days so they can complete the heist.  Hardison is a delicate creature who has to practically be hauled bodily out of the cabin they’ve taken over by Eliot after they’ve been stalled for a day.  Mmm mmm, nuh uh, he knows people are about to go crazy and he is not gonna get caught up in any kind of poo flinging nonsense.  Hell no.
  • Eliot’s not afraid of the ocean, exactly.  He can swim, he can dive, he loves to fish, even deep sea fishing.  He will not be going down in a submarine, though.  He trusts the engineers that built the submarines. He trusts the pilots and the sailors he’d be down there with.  But he has been down deep.  Way down.  He has seen what is down there.  This is not some irrational fear of the unknown.  This is a completely rational fear of the known.

OTHER IMPORTANT THOUGHTS:

  • Parker is excited by the promise of a ‘climbing wall’ until she realizes it is two stories tall at its height. And it’s covered in things that anyone can grab onto.  At regular intervals. At least she can rappel down the sides of the boat when she gets itchy and nosily peek into everyone’s cabin. (Parker no, don’t go down the… damn it.)
  • Most of the crew knows what the Captain looks like.  They also know he’s a smug sonuvabitch who they do not like and cuts corners constantly.  Consequently while they do not rat Eliot out and actually start calling him ‘other Captain’, eventually he becomes ‘good Captain’ to the ‘evil Captain’.  Hardison is delighted to discover ‘evil Captain’ has a goatee.
  • Hardison gets so irritated by the lack of decent data signal he retasks a satellite.  When a couple of bored kids notice him streaming the latest season of Orphan Black in HD they wheedle him into opening up a second network for them (not his network, he’s not an idiot, but he’s got the equipment on him for an entirely different network) and eventually the cabin also becomes a one-stop shop for quasi-legal music-and-media.
  • The (surprisingly decent) illusionist doing the show in the nightclub makes Parker nostalgic and she sends Sophie and Nate an honest to god hand-written postcard and an incredibly tacky snow globe, which gets a place of honor in Nate’s home office, over his objections.

The Cactopus is a peaceful creature, native to the Great Barrier Desert. As they mature, all cactopi develop a flower; no two are exactly alike, and the sheer variety has puzzled researchers for many years. The purpose remains unknown, but most experts privately think they exist for the sheer joy of having a pretty flower.

And the professor wants to dialogue about how the language and communication of a place like tumblr comes to be a thing, being massively multimedia and the rest.

The language itself, as far as notes I can write:

- We may be some pedantic assholes, more so when the “*you’re” thing was going on, but we more readily accept that informal speech can yield worthwhile thoughts. For example: gyzym. Everything is lowercase, so you drop that level of standardized grammar reading her work. She has brilliant informal essays on abuse, feminism, being Jewish, fandoms, and much more. And no one asks for citations because we accept first person perspective. Also, well-phrased and communicated rebuttals at their height call back to Roman orators. (And the fact that she has written [hundreds of?] thousands of words of fan fiction does not damage her credibility in the least. It rather provides a basis to say “This person has PRACTICED writing and there is proof to say she writes well.)

- The profanity: Simply, we are free here to communicate. We have our mothers and old school acquaintances and possible future employers looking at our Facebooks. Here? Connect it to an email people don’t know (cough cough possible mistake number 1), don’t link it elsewhere (cough mistake number 2), and don’t attach your name to it (cough how many Victorias are around here COUGH COUGH mistake number 3) and you are effectively anonymous. You aren’t likely to be called on your language for taking the Lord’s name in vain or just saying words that are highly, highly innappropriate. We see profanity, and there aren’t the traditional holds to keep us from using it ourselves. Also, due to this informal environment where we more or less accept one another’s modes of communication, we more readily accept that profanity is a communicational tool instead of just a taboo of things to say when the hammer is dropped on our toes.

So. Notes on communication. Because if there’s one thing to distract me from the knowledge that my teacher knows about my blog, it’s by diverting to analyzing the situation.

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Fight Like A Girl: a short story anthology for awesome, kickass female characters.

I’m super excited to be involved with this project, a book of short stories dedicated to the Katniss Everdeens, Lisbeth Salanders and Hermione Grangers of the world.

The contributors are a mix of professional and first-time writers, including a few familiar names from Tumblr/fandom: eleveninches, gyzym, jibrailis, narrativepriorities, fahye, bookshop, and hellotailor!

The entire project is funded via Kickstarter, meaning the publishing process is as simple as this:

  1. You pre-order a copy (or pledge a donation) on Kickstarter, which pays for the publishing process in advance
  2. You receive the book as soon as it’s published.
  3. The writers and artists get paid without having to deal with the middleman of a publishing house!

The Kickstarter page is here, if you want to share it around! And if you have any questions/comments, just ask! :)

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Wired.com: Publishers Are Warming to Fan Fiction, But Can It Go Mainstream?

Kady Morrison’s debut novel, Juniper Lane, won’t be on store shelves for months, but already her fans number in the six figures. They’re familiar with her work from Archive of Our Own, a fanwork site where Morrison writes fanfic under the handle gyzym.

Her publisher, Big Bang Press, is well aware—in fact, it links to her Ao3 page directly from its website. For a conventional publisher to acknowledge, let alone link directly to, a writers’ fan fiction is unprecedented, but Big Bang specializes in original works by authors recruited from the fan-fiction community.

The overlap between the professional and fan literary communities is one of those uncomfortable secrets no one denies, but few discuss. Fan fiction is mostly published pseudonymously, and the stigma surrounding it often causes writers to keep their professional and fan identities carefully compartmentalized.

Literary publishing’s uneasy relationship with fan fiction has been complicated by the realization that fandom is a huge potential market—one stocked with both prolific authors and enthusiastic readers.  But tapping that market is a dilemma few publishers seem quite prepared to engage.

That’s where Big Bang Press comes in.

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Operation: Positivity; in which 10 fics are rec'd

Everyone has those fics, the ones that make you feel better and happier and just make everything a tad bit brighter, right? I thought I’d share some of mine, to combat some of the nasty I’ve been seeing. I hope you find something new, or something you forgot, but mostly something that brings a smile to your face. 

  • Sweet Tooth by Spikedluv (in which there is ice cream and love and family)
  • There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday (in which there are pranks and snark and wooing with scones)
  • Unchained Melody by uraneia (in which Derek is an elvis impersonator (yes!) and everything is soft and sweet like a good love song) 
  • A Blossoming Romance by trelkez (in which there is a night blooming garden, nosy neighbors and Derek is not a vampire)
  • Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain (in which there are intentional fires in the name of science, non intentional fires in the name of annoyance, apology brownies and and a Laura side character that is spot on perfect)
  • The Newlywed Game by captain_loki (in which there is a vacation and sexual tension and banter and the absolute trumping of an old married couple)
  • Derek Hale’s No-Good, Very Bad Day by mackem (in which there is hiding and carpet fries and no such thing as despair meals)
  • Crash Landers by gyzym (in which there is note leaving and illegal parking and so much heart left on paper)
  • Sparkle Motion Speaking by coffeeinallcaps (in which everyone is in witness protection and the feds may or may not get a show)
  • Stiles’ Story Time by trilliath (in which there is kid!scott and librarian!stiles and some angst but every little bit is worth it because it’s beautiful)

gyzym asked:

i return to your askbox, the place i put all my westallen feelings, to say: is there ANY PERSON barry has EVER MET other than iris herself who didn't know he was in love with her? i mean, at this point the list of people who have canonically said so is hilar, so i'm just wondering -- how far does this rabbit hole go? are we talking to acquaintances, or even further? is the guy at the local burrito place turning to his coworker when barry leaves & saying "that guy? he's in love with iris west." ?

Literally not a single one.

All throughout school, every teacher, every classmate, the administrative staff, the janitor.

When he went to college, his roommate, his professors, his academic advisor, his RA.

When he returned to Central, all the delivery people, his dentist, the landlord, the mailman.

THERE IS NO BOTTOM

THERE IS NO PERSON WHO HAS EVER INTERACTED WITH BARRY WHO DOESN’T KNOW THAT HE LOVES IRIS WEST

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Introducing Juniper Lane, by Kady Morrison (gyzym)

Juniper Lane is a literary fiction/queer romance novel about two young women trapped in suburban hell. Author Kady Morrison is also known as gyzym, a fanfic writer who you may recognise from fandoms such as X-Men, Inception, The Avengers, and Teen Wolf. This is her first original novel, published through Big Bang Press, a new indie press dedicated to publishing original fiction by talented authors in the fanfic community.

The cover artist for Juniper Lane will be fanartist quaedam, whose work you can see above!

“Mim Robinson never expected to find herself back on Juniper Lane, the opulent suburban street where she spent one hazy childhood summer, nor to be taken in by her aunt after a nasty break-up. She certainly didn’t expect to find herself striking up a strange, unexpected friendship with the intimidating Nadia Bahjat, the only other twenty-something on the street. But now that she’s here, Mim thinks she might just do anything to stay – no matter the cost.

Meanwhile, Nadia, a professional chef and a perennial disappointment to her parents, has been forced by her father’s illness to return to Barn Ridge, Ohio. Though she loathes her wealthy, seemingly perfect neighbors as much as she always has, she’s increasingly finding her growing friendship with Mim a balm to heal old wounds. But the longer she stays on Juniper Lane, the more she begins to suspect that when it comes to her family, not all is as it seems”

Read an excerpt from Juniper Lane on our website.

Big Bang Press will publish Juniper Lane alongside original novels by Erin Claiborne (eleveninches) and Natalie Wilkinson (febricant). You can read excerpts from all three books on our website, and pre-order copies in paperback and ebook format from our Kickstarter page. Money from pre-order sales (and other Kickstarter offers) will pay for us to publish the books and promote them to a wider audience.

We’re also offering plenty of other awesome reward levels on Kickstarter, such as access to a file containing all of Kady/gyzym’s current WIPs, and the opportunity to have her write a new piece of fiction just for you! We were originally offering to have Kady finish two of her outstanding WIPs, but those reward levels have ALREADY been snapped up. ;)

To learn more about Big Bang Press, and our first three books, check out our website!

Update from the Fight Like A Girl short story anthology!

If you’ve missed me posting about this before, the Fight Like A Girl anthology is a book of sci-fi/fantasy/YA short stories focusing on strong female characters (rather than, you know, “Strong Female Characters”).

A bunch of writers (including some from fandom: eleveninches, gyzym, jibrailis, narrativepriorities, fahye, bookshop, and hellotailor, to name just a few) got together to Kickstart this book, and we’ve already received lots of interest! So much interest, in fact, that we already reached the original goal of $8,300, which pays for our basic publishing costs. For this reason we’ve brought it up to a stretch goal of $10,000, which will pay for some cool new additions. 

There are also some other new incentives up on our Kickstarter page! Plus, some of the authors are beginning to share snippets of their work, so you should check those out as well. ;)

Thank you to everyone who’s pre-ordered a copy or shown their support already!

Wanna see actual fans talk about fandom at SXSW? Then VOTE FOR US!

Hi, guys!  I have a fandom panel up for consideration right now at the 2014 SXSW panel picker!

Our panel is called “Marketing to Fandom: Put your <3 Where your $ Is” and we have 3 amazing panelists: the one and only gyzym, our mistress of Fandom Teas areyoutryingtodeduceme, and the enthusiastic missambear, who was the mastermind behind the epic Denny’s Tumblr and who now works for Tumblr as its newest Creative Strategist.

Last year there were several panels *about* fandom, but most of them left off having voices from actual fans who were in the trenches creating and doing things on Tumblr and other places. So we’re excited to level the playing field! But we only have 2 days left to vote! So please show South-by your votes and help us get to Austin! :) Creating an account to vote only takes a minute, and there are all kinds of other great panels there you can vote on as well. But please vote for us, too :)

Because, let’s face it, no other panel at SXSW has very important references to Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston in their panel description.

gyzym asked:

i just watched the latest flash and i am OVERCOME with iris/barry emotions and i just needed to tell someone. MY HEART JUST BROKE AT THAT LAST SCENE WITH IRIS CRYING, GOD, not to mention joe saying he's been waiting all this time for barry to tell iris how he feels because you knowwwww it's becauseeee he knows irisssss feels the same waaaaay but won't look it in the face because the friendshipppp means so much to herrrrrr, AUGH. OVERCOME. WITH. EMOTIONS.

I accept all Iris/Barry emotions at all times. Especially when they are about how Iris has so clearly been mentally avoiding her feelings for Barry for YEARS AND YEARS and Barry has been thinking she won’t feel the same way for YEARS AND YEARS and Joe has just been sitting back watching like OH MY GOD THESE ABSURD CHILDREN

Really the true tragedy here is Joe’s epic frustration

all these years

waiting and waiting

for the day he can finally

plan the wedding he’s always dreamed of

“At this, Natasha rolls over herself, facing him now on the bed. Like this they’re closed parentheses, the space between them overfull with things Clint knows he can’t say.”

Woke up to a completed Takatsudon original in my inbox this morning! She is taking commissions and I requested Clint and Natasha based off of a scene in We Were Emergencies (quoted above), which is my favorite line in all of fanfiction. It’s gorgeous! I recommend both reading this fic and checking out all of Taka’s art because they are both amazing and will make you cry. In a good way. <3 

(Thanks also to gyzym for writing the story and giving everyone permission to create art or write fic based off of her writing.)

Eames is standing in the middle of the living room. The news is on, playing low, and there must have been a story on that he wanted to watch; he’s staring at the television, his head slightly cocked. He’s still in the stupid soccer shorts, but he’s put on a cleaner tank top, and there’s an eight inch santoku knife hanging almost idly from his hand. He’s dirty—his hair is sticking up everywhere and there’s a streak of grease across his cheek, right above the scar he’d brought home with him from Poland.

And, see, this isn’t the first time Arthur has been stopped dead by the sight of Eames standing in the middle of the living room. He does actually remember coming home soaking wet and staring at him like this, tracing the contours of his arms as he stared down at an M-24. But the thing is, that had been years ago, and…

And it had been Arthur’s living room then, Arthur’s house that Eames had quietly moved into while neither of them was paying much attention. It had been Eames in the middle of Arthur’s things, Eames in the middle of Arthur’s life, and the staring had been as much about realizing how much he fucking wanted that as anything else. But this time—this time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn’t be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they’d bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they’ve spent all day fixing their sink and there’s a mug of yesterday’s tea sitting on top of the television and it’s not just Arthur’s living room at all.

Eames hasn’t seen Arthur, possibly because Arthur is standing stock-still in the doorframe. He taps the knife against his leg absently and mutters “Bloody Americans,” under his breath, and Arthur can’t even move. He knows the pattern of every tattoo and he knows every fucking line of Eames’ body, still thinner than it should be, and he never, ever wants to be anywhere else.

Eames shakes his head at the television and wanders back into the kitchen. Arthur follows, transfixed, dropping the towel to the floor, and arrives just in time to see Eames toss a lemon up in the air. He follows the trajectory of it with his eyes, and in the process he catches sight of Arthur, and smiles.

“Hello, love,” he says, grabbing the lemon as it falls and driving the knife into the rind, “that was fast. I didn’t even hear the shower go off.”

“Eames,” Arthur chokes out, “Eames, Jesus Christ, I am so fucking in love with you.”

Eames’ jaw drops, and he slices his damn hand open.