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The premiere film from On The Nut Productions, my roommate's working title! This is a documentary she made for class, filmed over the course of a few weekends, with submissions from strangers etc etc. The whole concept was based on A Day In The Life. I do some of the camera work on this (usually the more wobbly stuff). Also, if you've ever been curious as to what the Seco Boys look/act like, they are in this. (TMWNN is not, but his gallery is. He was out of town.) Share as you wish!



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Title: Time Watches From the Shadow
Rating: R
Paring: Steve/Bucky, some canon Firefly allusions.
Length: ~9K
Warnings: AVENGERS/FIREFLY FUSION. Post-Serenity spoilers. Mostly movie-verse Avengers, plus some...other stuff?
Summary: With Bucky missing for god-knows-how-long, and rumors of human weapon experiments off-world, Steve is going to need some help rescuing his best friend. Luckily, Malcolm Reynolds has a reputation to uphold.
Notes: So, futureperfect kept posting all these gifs on Tumblr where Bucky looked kind of floppy-haired in the style of Malcolm Reynolds. And then we started talking about how Firefly/Captain America might work, and then she wrote THIS, which just... you should go read, because it is definitely a different place from where this fic goes. Which gives her the perfect excuse to go write it. Anyway, this is for you, Renne, since you're apparently the only one who can get me to write fic, pretty much ever. ♥ All of Mal's swearing is from here.



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Hey ladies and gents! I would really like to do christmas cards this year. For as many people as possible! I love sending them, and I've found some really awesome cards this year. WOOOO. So, if you'd like a card from New Mexico, USA, please leave some information below:

1. Name
2. Address!
3. Holiday of choice (I have awesome nondenominational cards, let me use themmmm.)

I know it's a little bit early, but I tend to drag my feet on this stuff, so I'm trying to be prompt this year. Also, I use Christmas cards as part of my decorations, so I like getting them early, too. All comments are screened, so have at me!

Do you have a video camera? A webcam? A smartphone that can take video? Do you want to help us out? I THINK YOU DO.

My roommate is working on a project that compiles hundreds of video responses from various people into a short documentary film. Sit in front of your webcam, walk around with your cell phone. Show us things! Tell us stories! Dress up in a costume! Whatever you want to do - whatever makes this dynamic and you. The quality of your camera-work doesn't matter. We're looking for every range of possibility here, to represent the full sprawl of awesome humanity. Here are a few details:

1. Don't be afraid of talking too much or too little. Everything you have to say is important.

2. Below are several questions - you can answer all of them or some of them, in whatever form you please. Feel free to interpret the questions however you please. Nothing is strict, everything is fluid.

3. Feel free to express yourself however you please: whether it's through words, visuals, or some other media we can't think up. We encourage you to walk around with your camera, show us where you live or who you are in a visual way. After all, what is a film without visuals? As long as it's on the camera, we're golden. (By the way – if you want to film SOMEONE ELSE, you can. It doesn’t have to be you!)

4. Be yourself! This is just a class project, no one's going to see the final result and show it to your mom.

5. Your own, original music is totally allowed and encouraged. Please don't use other people's music, though, since we can't pay them.

6. Deadline is Sunday, November 27. Please include how you'd like to be credited - your full name or your alias or whatever makes you comfortable. Include anyone you involved in your project!

7. Please submit your files in .MP4 format (if possible, if not, that's okay) to like[dot]eleventeen[at]gmail[dot]com. If your files are big, feel free to use MegaUpload or another file share of your choice. You can email that same address if you have any questions! If you have to, you can upload stuff to youtube and we can rip the file, but we'd rather have it right from you.

8. You must sign the talent/legal/minor release forms. This is just a big, scary way of saying I don't have any damn money, so you're giving me these videos and your time for free.

9. HAVE FUN.


Okay, those are the rules. Here are the questions:

Who are you?
Who are you really?
What do you want to be?
What have you already been?
Who else could you have been?




Signal boosts appreciated!

A few months ago, I signal boosted my roommate's request for help going back to school. In shocking record time, you guys (and god knows how many strangers, I hope somehow all of you find a way to this post) managed to help her raise approximately $2,100, to send her back to school. Her debt-gap was consolidated to the point that she could work out a small payment plan with the school, and was able to re-enroll for fall semester.

She paid off her debt through work over the summer, and now we've moved to Santa Fe (not commuting to school = wonderful!) and she's actually working in the school office, right next to the Financial Aid department. I think she even does crossover secretarial work for them sometimes.

Last week, they guaranteed her for the Perkins loan, which will assure that the same thing doesn't happen again this year. (Plus the fact that she's working - the debt is negligible.) When the FinAid advisor told her that, I am informed that there was also a hug delivered that indicated that everyone in the offices know exactly how much shit she went through to get back to class. Apparently there are random high fives in the hallways and people who go, "Wait, you're _____?"

It's nice to know our persistence and daily phone calls paid off.

So, she's back at SFUAD, she's a Moving Image Arts major, and she's already being hailed by her professors as far ahead of the curve. "You're not a freshman," a professor said slyly to her the other day, while critiquing her essay. (She's 28, so frankly, that's comforting.)

She recorded this video as a thank you to everyone who managed to help - even if it was just sending good thoughts and wishes and hopes. We can't begin to thank you enough for all the help, the love, the signal boosting, and the vast sense of accomplishment and hope that we hope all of you can share with us. Thank you for everything you've done for her - for us - and, as she says in her video, I hope that we can find a way to pay it forward.






ETA: Yes, that is my kitten. She's kind of a camera whore. Also, Bonnie does not have a lisp, that's just my terrible CanonPowershot.

A quick, informal update on the situation here, where my roommate was trying to raise $2,667. She's planning on writing thank you notes, making a video, etc etc, and I don't want to announce any actual numbers yet, BUT. We raised more than we ever expected - not more than the amount due, but jesus christ, you guys, YOU STRANGERS, I've tried to thank you all individually but some of you I don't even know who you are. I'm boggled and thankful and overwhelmed.

And then, today, we found out that she can reregister with a $500 debt still in place - and she's about $100 away from being able to go back for the fall semester. A whole semester earlier than we planned! Calls have been put in to the enrollment office, FAFSA forms are scramblingly being filled out.

Please know that this isn't me asking for another shot in the arm - especially not from those who have already given - but just giving you guys an update on how ridiculously successful this entire thing has been. If we don't make it to the goal amount by the time she needs to register, I'm going to put the remaining bit on my credit card, and she can pay me back over the next... however long, while she takes care of the $500 balance. I don't even care. The point is that YOU GUYS DID THIS, and so fast and furiously that she's going to be able to get back for Fall 2011, not Spring 2012.

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, thank you a million times, thank you. I'll keep you posted as things develop.

Guys, there is nothing under this cut but an unadulterated plea by an absolute stranger for money. I am honor bound to post this; you are not honor bound to read it.

Please for the love of god, if you have extra coins in your couch cushions, help send my roommate back to school. Leaving this public, on the offchance linkage needs to happen.

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ETA: Update here.

Title: An Encyclopedia of Man
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~7,000
Summary: Arthur never thought he knew everything, until there was something he didn't know.
Notes: I don't even know. This is the fault of overly enthusiastic British love songs, thumbing through Schott's Original Miscellany, and renne telling me to write something (like, two months ago). Everything is, to the best of my knowledge, true. If I fouled something up, blame Wikipedia (and feel free to correct me for all the world to see). Or me! I accept all scapegoating for this insane piece of cotton candy.

( An Encyclopedia of Man )

Title: In Bocca Di Lupo
Pairing: Arthur/Eames, some Ariadne/Yusuf and Sark/Sydney if you squint.
Rating: R
Wordcount: ~13,500
Summary: The problem is that they want the PASIV to be a Rambaldi device, but it's not.
Notes: This is a fill for a prompt from renne, here, for an Alias/Inception crossover fic, from inception_kink. I think I probably slaughtered what she had in mind, but she was generous enough to cheerlead me the entire way, and it's because of her that this is the first fic I've written in, er, about three years, possibly more. Definitely the longest for a while before that, too. This is totally unbetaed, all mistakes are mine (and will hopefully be caught promptly and corrected), and if you are an Alias fan, do not try to fit this into the canon timeline. Please. For your sanity. Dear Inception fandom: I love you, and I read a lot of you, and I do not leave you enough feedback, but please keep spewing out the amount of genius you have been. xoxo, Brix



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