Writing stuff, fannish stuff, weird stuff, smutty stuff. Generally NSFW, but not always. You can also find me at ConnorWrites.com. I keep a dedicated fandom-related tumblr at Brilliant! as well.

defilerwyrm:

zorobro:

birdworlds:

Owning a Raven is a lot of work, in America African Ravens & crows are legal to own. I’ve interacted with companion ravens before and they are fantastic. Seeing this incredible bird free flying and playing in the air while knowing he is keeping his eye on us and will come back.

omfg

lest we forget that ravens are fucking enormous

When my grandmother was a kid, her family lived out on a mesa in Colorado. Her dad was a surveyor, and one night he came home with a baby raven that he’d found. (Great-grandma let them keep the raven because at least it wasn’t a snake or a scorpion… Which had also come home at various times, heh.) Sie lived with them for a few years, coming when called and collecting anything that caught hir eye. 

Sie also “helped” with the laundry. Great-grandma used clothespins with springs when she hung the laundry up. She’d work her way down the line, and the raven came along behind her, pinching the clothespins so the laundry fell off. (I’m not entirely sure how sie avoided ending up as dinner for that, to be honest - this was the middle-of-nowhere, CO, in the forties. Doing laundry was an undertaking and a half.)

The raven would fly off and do its own thing during the day, and one summer sie started staying gone overnight, then a few days at a time, and eventually sie never came back at all. The prevailing theory (and the one I hope is true) is that sie found other ravens, one of whom said ‘hey, you’re spiffy. Wanna hang out together?’ and that’s what sie did. 

mahbrits:

hungrylikethewolfie:

andythanfiction:

nerdsinmypants:

Stages of Deterioration in the Human Body


The Moment Of Death:
1. The heart stops.
2. The skin gets tight and ashen in color.
3. All the muscles relax.
4. The bladder and bowels empty. 
5. The body temperature begins to drop 1 1/2 degrees Fahrenheit per hour.

After 30 minutes:
6. The skin gets purple and waxy.
7. The lips, fingernails, and toenails fade to a pale color.
8. Blood pools at the bottom of the body.
9. The hands and feet turn blue.
10. The eyes sink into the skull.

After 4 hours:
11. Rigor mortis has set in.
12. The purpling of the skin and the pooling of the blood continue.
13. Rigor continues to tighten muscles for another 24 hours or so.

After 12 hours:
14. The body is in full rigor mortis.

After 24 hours:
15. The body is now the temperature of the surrounding environment.
16. In males, the semen dies.
17. The head and neck are now a greenish-blue color.
18. The greenish-blue color spreads to the rest of the body.
19. There is a pervasive smell of rotting meat.

After 3 days:
20. The gas in the body tissues forms large blisters on the skin.
21. The whole body begins to bloat and swell grotesquely.
22. Fluids leak from the mouth, nose, vagina, and rectum.

After 3 weeks:
23. The skin, hair, and nails are so loose they can easily be pulled off the corpse.
24. The skin bursts open on many places on the body.
25. Decomposition will continue until the body is nothing but skeletal remains, a process that can take a month or so in hot climates, and two months or more in cold climates.

This is actually pretty interesting.

Important for writers…helps avoid either walking in and knowing someone died moments ago “from the smell” (unless that smell is piss and shit), or finding someone dead for a week that “looks like they’re sleeping.”

Reblogging for reference.

This is the single creepiest website ever and i love all of you

This is a great thing to keep handy if you’re planning on writing about corpses on a regular basis. Just remember that #5 isn’t an absolute — the ambient temperature of the body’s location plays a part, too. 

visualgraphic:

30 Shots Infographic

I don’t drink (I didn’t get the “alcohol tastes good” gene), so charts like this are awesome on several levels. 

I do have one thing to say about the one involving the Van Gogh vanilla, though — last I knew, it doesn’t have very much in the way of vanilla flavor. (I was making flavored whipped creams for a project my brother was doing; he brought the Van Gogh vanilla. I added it to the whipped cream, tasted it, added more, tasted it, added more, tasted it, gave up and got the vanilla extract out of the cabinet.)

takenbythewater:

I hope no one ever finds my search history.

ever.

Not because it’s really raunchy or “gross” but because I have no idea how to explain it without someone believing that I’m part of a satanic cult.

The writer’s lament — although for me it looks more like I’m a poisoner who likes suturing wounds, among other things. 

It’s Sherlock’s birthday?

How incredibly appropriate: it’s also Epiphany

Not that you needed any, but:

more proof of my weirdness!

I was just looking up pulse oximetry and pulse oximeters for something I’m working on. I also needed to look up blood pressure and the various methods for obtaining readings. In the course of doing so, I came across Korotkoff sounds. Now I really want to get a stethoscope so that next time I go to the doctor, I can listen to my own Korotkoff sounds!

Occupying Myself…

One of the complaints that the guy in the previous post had was about the job that my character held. He claimed it was the most cliched job evar! and that if he saw one more character with it, he’d have a fit. The job in question is GLBT-policies consultant to Human Resources departments. I imagine that the guy in question spends a LOT of time looking at employee handbooks, making sure the language is inclusive, or reviewing policies that people are afraid come across as discriminatory. Lots and lots of paperwork, but not a lot of managing. He works with lots of different companies, like most consultants do.

So I started thinking about the fact that the guy has seen far too many characters with that particular job, and came to the conclusion that either A) he misread the description, B) despite his experience “writ[ing] this stuff” he doesn’t actually read much of it, and/or C) he reads far different stories than I do. Being the kind of person that I am, I decided to collect some data, because there’s nothing like having facts to back up your assertions.

This is what I did, as utterly unscientific as it is: I opened up my email (boggling at having appx. 1200 messages), selected the Love Romances Cafe label, which gave me 500 messages spanning the dates of February 22 - February 29th, and started with the oldest message. These dates included a Dreamspinner Press chat day (all M/M works) and the list’s usual Monday promo day (all combinations welcome). I skipped all messages that were not explicitly M/M (that is, no “menages”, even if they were M/M/F or M/M+/F) and, naturally, anything that was purely social in nature. Of the M/M messages that were left, I decided that it only counted if it was immediately obvious as to how a character was employed — if there was an actual job title involved (i.e. Senior VP of marketing) or just a general title (lawyer). If I couldn’t figure it out, or if there wasn’t one mentioned, I ignored it. I did lump similar/related fields together, just to keep myself sane, though.

Of the 111 characters whose employment was mentioned in some fashion, this is how it breaks down:

Occupation Occurrence

merchant/commerce 1
construction/renovation 1
chauffer 1
professional Dom/sub 1
inventor 1
banker 1
prostitute 2
bodyguard/private security 2
musician 2
politicians/political 2
developer/programmer/computers/internet 2
model/actor 2.5
artist/designer 3
caretaker/hospice/health care 3
restrateur/hospitality/entertainment (clubs, etc) 5
judicial stuff (lawyer, judge, etc.) 5
criminal enterprises (mafia, con-men, etc) 6
college kid/student/academia/teacher/science fields 15
military/paramilitary 15
cowboys (ranchers, hands, etc) 17
law enforcement/first responders 23.5

(The .5 was a guy who was mentioned as being in law enforcement and a model, so.)

As you can see, for gay male characters, the “cliche” occupation is not a hairdresser or aesthetician, not a GLBT outreach manager (or consultant), not an interior decorator or catty fashionisto. It’s cop or firefighter, followed by cowboy and being in a (para-)military organization or in school.

Interestingly enough, this somewhat parallells the occupations of my own characters — upon compiling the stats for my own guys, it turns out they’re most likely to be a student. After that, it’s military (active or former).

So, that’s what I discovered there.

Research this, research that, learn something else entirely…

All I wanted, really, was a list of names commonly found in East Anglia. I now know more about the really amazing assortment of people that have called the southern, eastern, and south-eastern coasts of England home, and the only name I have is Swithin — and I have no idea if I’ll use it for a human or a horse. I did finally settle on a place to set my next story (the aforementioned East Anglia), primarily because I decided that the horse in question is going to be a Suffolk Punch. Which means I now need to know more about horses.

Also, I was reading about Martin Luther last night, and now I need to look into the history of the Lutherans in France, in the hope that maybe my former Welsh pirate and his Breton farm-boy will be less fearful for the future of their souls… *Pats them*

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