Title-Oh St. Christopher, Send Me A Christian Word, Send Me A Southern Wind, Send Me Back to My Kin 1/1
Author-Velocity Girl
Rating- Teen
Disclaimer-Don't own, don't sue.
Pairing/Characters-squint and you miss it Gabriel Landeskog/Semyon Varlamov, Alexander Ovechkin, Alexander Semin
Warnings-AU, Mentions of Grief, Introspection, awkward communication, loss, Alex Ovechkin. And a slight mention of werewolves and loup! verse.
Summary-Semyon's not really feeling the Christmas spirit, despite having Alex as his personal Christmas Bringer. He's not feeling it at least until Gabriel calls him and makes Christmas cheer possible in just a few words and random conversations.
Author's Notes-Written as yet another Christmas present for soundandvision here because I'm still an incurable optimist when it comes to Christmas and also because I'm so far away from home and loved ones and having a little joy doesn't hurt in the least. And I blame Hey Rosetta! for the idea and also the title, which is from their Christmas song of being away from home "Carry Me Home"

Also can be a standalone from the main universe of the Loup! Verse, or a loose continuation of "You Weren't Supposed To Know, But Thanks For Staying Anyways"

Oh and the sentences in brackets are them thinking of what they really want to say, but can't really, because they are emotionally stunted like that.

( Carry me home, oh, Carry me home )

Title-Tarnishing Her Soul

Author-Konishi_zen (aka Velocity Girl)

Rating/Warnings-Mature for references regarding violence, forced rape and pregnancy, trauma, discussions of abortion, gore and oblique reference to war, Always a girl Thor.

Characters/Pairings:Thor, Loki, Odin. Thor/Multiple Others

Disclaimer-Don't own, not mine. Only the words. Disney owns this and I just play in their sandbox

Summary- Thora, the jewel of Asgard, is kidnapped by Jotunheim in an effort to force them to return the Casket of Winter. When Asgard refuses, the nations go to war and Thora is the collateral damage despite her older brother Loki's efforts and putting them both between a rock and a hard place when facing the aftermath of Thora's captivity.

Notes: Fairly dark piece, not going to deny this. I have tried to be sensitive to the subject and not use it as a plot trope, but rather to explore how Thor(a) would be in the same situation and her emotions afterward. There are many Loki pieces dealing with this matter, but not Thor ones. Also, I wanted to explore their relationship and exactly how much they would do for each other.


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So I did end up going to the party and I was having cramps all weekend. That would explain the massive moodswings. Then my idiot neighbours made sure that my sewage tank was full. So I ended up not being to wash clothes or myself until Monday. The co-worker I had a crush on...was definitely off putting when drunk and too childish for me to really go there. I already finished baby-sitting, thanks.And yeah, I do want a baby. But I don't want a man that acts like one.

The co-worker that had the party got drunk enough to fall off a moving ATV and get herself to a hospital. Then there's office politics going hardcore, three funerals and I am getting sick. So needless to say, this week was not the highlight of my time here so far. Then the head office is refusing to get me tickets to go to Edmonton, my luggage is still missing and now I have to make a list to get some cash back.

I still haven't gotten word on whether my paperwork has been received or not and I have to replace lots of my clothes. Crud.

I also have to contact other sellers for my stuff, since it hasn't arrived yet. I love the suggestions that they give, but I will have to call and explain to them what exactly is going on.

Anyways, patience is a virtue and all that. But hell is it galling sometimes.

Writing for now, then a bath. I need something soothing, that's for sure.

FUCK TEH WHUT? I have ingested a little too much sugar today in an effort to keep up with kiddies. It's looking like I will have a capable team of minions if we keep at it that will let me realize my dream of having a baking monopoly over the north. No. I'm kidding. They were loopy today, but they were allright. I also got kudos from the boss and I have to admit that It's a different thing than when I used to work in the other town. I literally went for a year without getting anything good from my boss. The atmosphere was usually one of doom and despair and there it's so different that I'm kinda like "Whoah! Shit! Really!"

Yeah, so I gotta eat, then pack because I gotta be at the airport to go to Kuujjuaq. I'm pretty stoked about this, because it's like "It's finally here! I'm going to be really involved in something cool that I like and the school I like and it's all really cool!" I'm just a bit excited and trying to cram everything into one thing, kind of thing. I know I gotta chill, but yeah. I'm stoked.

Other than that. I created a DW under ve1ocitygir1 as a backup because LJ and the crossposting shit is just silly. There are reasons why people decide to keep the two separate. Christ.

I also got one of my shirts. The Penguin 3-in-1. Just a matter of time for the other stuff, I guess.

Yeah...hungry now. Will eat and then crash and set my alarm.

Night!

Today, the day that I had less than four hours of sleep, everyone decides that they're just going to piss all over my fucking parade.

I actually make the effort to get to work early and have to deal with my co-workers. My bosses, I adore. one third of my colleagues...I know what my issues are. And quite honestly, I can understand why they are working here. Yes, we pull a decent cheque. But honestly, I wouldn't hire these guys even in the south. My friend S says to believe people when they tell you who they are. These guys have already told me they are assholes loud and clear.

I must have some karma to pay off, since I end up with these kinds quite a bit. Once again, I am thankful that I have minimal interference.

The next thing was the kids just going utterly ballistic and not wanting to do anything and being just obnoxious and crazy. I cut out one of their kitchen periods because they just weren't behaving properly. I got called a bitch and a ho and had to punish the four people actually working. I hate doing the all or nothing thing. But I was just like "This is retarded! We haven't seen each other for like three days and we are all acting like we're insane! WTF?"

So I had to pull some out and we got some baking done. I rewarded the two boys that hadn't made a peep by giving them the leftover pizza from last week. They seemed happy. I guess I kind of get irked with the other boys because these two are smaller and I don't know how well fed they are and they always get smacked around by the bigger kids. Weird. I have that "I will feed you" gene working overtime here. I guess it's all the baking and stuff we are doing.

So that made me kind of be like "Okay. It's worth it." and this one kid going to me at lunchtime "Ah! Teacher! What are you doing outside of school! Bonjour!!" I was like "WHUT?" And told him it was kind of random and he was like "That's how I roll."

And I got the clothing that I ordered from Old Navy. I mistook the shading of one of the shirts and it's purple plaid. Bring out the stereotypes! The jeans fit fantastically and the jacket is pretty cute. I am happy with the purchases. Now I have to deposit to the bank of Mom for that and more clothes that are hopefully coming soon. And I am making some headway into the suitcase searching. I'm keeping my fingers crossed on the waybill number that I found on one of the boxes matching up. Because the original waybill is buried under a mountain of paper on someone's desk and it will take a while to track it. I get an answer on Friday.

Okay. The day wasn't that bad. But considering I ache and had weird dreams all the weekend, I was a little eerghng. Tomorrow is an easier day and I can get some stuff done on my long to do list. I gotta get the money order cuz my fucking cheques haven't arrived yet and I gotta go to the mayor's office tomorrow. It should be doable.

I've been writing like a fiend lately and I am pleased! I even started another short one yesterday on top of the other stuff I have been writing. I guess I was so unsettled that I needed to write it out somehow. I am hoping to have Chapter 8 done by the end of the week. We'll see.

And yes. I did break down and bought the case of series 25 of the SPs. I just wanted a treat, kind of thing. I am still waiting to see when The 12 inch Ovie and Sid will start being shipped out. I be excited and yes, I know I am too old and too female to be playing with toys...but a girl needs a hobby.

On that note, I am just waiting for the advil to kick in for my sore knee and back and writing at least another page or two before I call it a night. I am beat.

It was just a day...but some parts were just groan worthy.

So hey, been awhile. Nothing much has changed, to tell the truth. I got back to work on Thursday and I got stuff in the mail from my friend. I've been looking at my Amazon and Old Navy Orders and I'm really crossing my fingers that the stuff arrives here quickly. I broke down and bought socks from the Co-op. They weren't horribly pricey and they were black. Good enough for me, because I think I only have a few pairs left. Yes. My bag is STILL missing. I got some more information and hopefully it can be located sometime soon. Or else they have to replace the fucker and if they give me less than 400$, I will be pissed, because a lot of my t-shirts and hoodies and bras and jeans and nice dresses are there and they cost more than just a couple of hundred dollars.

My knee is still touch and go. I can stand and walk around on it for longer periods of time, but there is still swelling and it feels a bit tight. I am not going cross-country hiking, that's for sure.

I got groceries today and cleaned up the bathroom and hoovered the floor. I'm also moving out of the silly room. The bed in the other room is much more comfortable and there's more closet space. I'm doing it in stages and I just have to move my desk area and the posters and it will be more or less done. I'm not going to overdo it though.

Writing and just hanging out is my main goal for the weekend. And surfing the net, of course. The net is always my friend. LOL. I know there's parties going on, but fuck it. I just want to enjoy my time and not have the same awkward conversations over and over again. I don't drink and I'm sort of awkward because I don't know the undercurrents, so I'm kind of glad to be doing my own thing at the moment, thanks.

Three days of classes next week! Weather permitting, I should be in Kuujjuaq on Friday! I'm so excited because I really want to be part of this program and I want to see my friends again and I'm feeling pretty good and optimistic all in all.

Cheers!

Although I leave this LJ open for my non-LJ friend to catch up with me, (I lock entries after a couple of weeks though) I keep it separate from my other FB and Twitter posts (I also lock twitter, to tell the truth) but I want to assure all my LJ friends that I won't use the features and I don't want anyone to use them for anything I post here. I simply don't want any problems with my work life and other friends. Most of the stuff I post here can be considered harmless, but I do post some sensitive stuff and I don't want it to cause me or anyone problems.

I am hoping LJ will change their mind about that, because it does make this unsafe.

So no crossposting of my stuff and I won't crosspost either. I am paranoid as fuck, so I can imagine others here are too.

That's it.

PS-Bought a retro Carbonneau shirt today. I have to buy a new wardrobe since my luggage is still lost and I can only rotate so many shirts, kind of thing. And I'm switching allegiance from the Oilers to the Habs and Sabres. I am tired of being affiliated with that mess.

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Well, when you're old enough to be someone's mother or father...it's too much of an age difference in my opinion. But then, you can have no age difference and not have things work out. I have dated younger people and older people and on average, the age difference doesn't matter as long as the two have the same goals, values and ideals.

That's basically what makes or breaks a relationship. No common goals or meetings, then no real relationship can be built. Age is nothing but a number, as Aaliyah sang. It's true if the important things are there. The most serious relationships I had were with people younger than me, but we had a lot in common and got along with each other well until it was time to move on.

I am beat in a good way! Even though I relied on sugar and caffeine (my best friends now. God, if I didn't have cups of King Cole tea during the day, I would pass out) I was all nice and perky and it went smoothly with the kids. I guess that since I am used to all holy hell breaking loose, that a few glitches (like hiding in closets, hot glue in locks and being threatened by people shorter than me is meh to me) are okay by me.

I'm cross-eyed because I need to get back into the swing of things. I am okay with the situation and myself and the people around here. I don't know how things are going to work, but I refure to get out there and worry about them. I don't know what the future will hold, but it will just have to take care of itself. That's about it, kind of thing.

Still no word on my bag. I will call. I also need to get more paperwork done. Monday will come soon enough so that i can take care of it there. It will be done. I just have to have faith and be patient.

I think I will crash soon. It's been a long week and I need to mellow out, meditate and just zen out.