I wasn't planning on seeing it Thursday night, because I had an oral argument scheduled for this afternoon and I knew it would be very tiring (it was, much more so than usual—good, I mean, I love oral argument, but), but that's how logistics worked out. (Reserved seats are so great.) And, as I've said at various points here, I did not have high expectations. So I went in feeling somewhat muted and cynical, reflected in my choice of t-shirt.
Let's do it in this order: non-spoiler content note; general reaction with no plot details; spoiler content note; all the spoilers.
☆ Speaking of FTH, work has been a bit slow lately, which means I've been able to work on fic during the downtime. ;) So, I've been slapping words down on the one that's further along - it's a NedRo fic for chartini, and it's coming along nicely. It's always such a neat experience to work with pairings that I don't usually write - very refreshing, I guess you could say? (Also this one is getting pretty steamy, and writing a different dynamic from the usual is FUN.)
☆ I hear that it might snow this weekend (WHAT). Hopefully that is a whole load of nonsense, because I have plans. Not to mention I just took my car in to change out the snow tires. ...Speaking of the weekend, if I manage to finish even half of the things I want to do, I am going to be very pleased with myself.
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In 2016 a family film had one of the estranged brothers queer, but obvs not openly at all, and we were all very relieved that he was a lead character and nothing offensive was perpetrated onscreen. In 2013, while stuff was still decriminalised, we had a prestigious short film about a young man having a brief fling with his boss' very closeted husband. In 2005, an AIDS film that had queer domesticity and was stupendous for the time. In 2004, we had a film that posited queerness as a result of CSA and also was very confused about lesbians v. transmen. This is all Bollywood, of course: regional industries do their own thing and the Bengali film industry--which is the one I know--has had some nuanced queer depictions in telefilms, and a couple commercially-released ones, primarily because of the fantastic Rituparno Ghosh, who ventured into acting in the last few years of his life. Still mostly sad gays, because well.
In 2015, a film called Family Album promised--in part--the story of a mid-late 20s woman going on dates with a view to immediate marriage and being completely icked out by the process, who falls for an artsy bisexual woman, and then just leaves her family and goes away with this chick. I can't begin to tell you how fucking revolutionary that was: two grown women (so it's not a phase) and the more conservative one actually choosing queer love over convention. We don't get those stories. I wanted to watch that film so very badly I cannot even begin to tell you. But obvs it wasn't releasing nationally, and I wasn't in the relevant state. But! SO also wanted to see the film very badly, and she was in the right place right time, and it was around her birthday, so I got her a ticket.
And she sat through a rather nuanced film, with a lovely soft queer storyline, and then the bisexual woman, after they've run away together and have had A Perfect Day at the beach, decides "well it can't get any better than this" and commits suicide. That was it, that was the film.
So, I mean. I'm glad my SO didn't find time to start watching The Magicians is what I guess I'm saying.
SPIKE: (wistfully) You know ... you take the killing for granted. (Anya nods nostalgically.) And then it's gone, and you're like, "I wish I'd appreciated it more." Stopped and smelled the corpses, you know?
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I'm not trying to stay unspoiled out of any feeling that the movie will be RUINED!! if I know what happens in it. Generally speaking, I'm not actually a spoilerphobe and will cheerfully read recaps of show episodes I haven't watched yet or whatever. But with Endgame, I emphatically DO NOT WANT spoilers, for wholly personal emotional reasons. Like, I KNOW if I spoil myself, I will just find it unpleasant, because I will work myself up about a likely decontextualized, incomplete piece of information that once I actually see it in the movie, will work out just fine in the movie's broader context. Also, I want to have my first, unmediated emotional responses to the movie during the movie itself, not when I'm mentally taking apart whatever bit of information I find out before even seeing the whole movie. (I know some people are the exact opposite: they want to have the first emotional response before seeing it, but different strokes for different folks.)
In all the talk of avoiding spoilers and how avoiding spoilers is ruining film that's floating around the internet, I'm kind of interested in the air of weird dread/anxiety around Endgame, and I'll be interested to see if the series of finale of Game of Thrones ends up being similar. Because I think a big part of the weird dread is in fact a form of FOMO, where people want to see Endgame ASAP so they can participate in the cultural and social conversations around it right away. Social media makes everything fast paced, to the point where someone seeing Endgame next weekend might well feel like all the best and most immediate conversation and hot takes passed them by, never to return. But I think the dread and anxiety from MCU fans specifically is coming from a somewhat different place. Like, sure, we're all worried about our faves dying. (At any given moment, I waffle between 60%-90% sure Steve Rogers is going to die, and I'm Upset about it.) But more than that, I think a lot of us have weird, ambivalent, or sad feelings about how this is the end of an era. We've spent ten years watching these movies, and that's a lot of investment. To come to the fairly definitive end of Phase Three of the MCU is kind of a big deal, like reading the last Harry Potter book kind of big deal.
Personally, I'm kind of like, "I'm not ready to let go!!!" while also simultaneously being like "oh my god just give me an ENDING, for SOMETHING." I see a lot of people out there doing their best to project Ironic Distance from their feelings about this movie, and like, I tire of it. I am hype, and I am invested, and despite knowing that the movie will undoubtedly deeply disappoint me in one way or another, I'm not really in the mood for seeing people having cynical responses.
All that said, the MCU has me for the foreseeable future because: 1) FALCON AND WINTER SOLDIER SHOW YESSSSSSSSSSSS; 2) more Black Panther; and 3) more Captain Marvel.
Anyway, if anyone who's seen Endgame would like to advise me about good bathroom break opportunities during its ludicrous three hour run time, in the least spoilery way possible, that would be much appreciated. I do not care at all about Hawkeye, especially not when he Looks Like That, so let that guide your suggestions. (I already know there's no mid or after credits scene.)
However, my relationships to the two of them are (unsurprisingly) somewhat different. amberite is far more of an indoor-outdoor cat, and loves to travel far more than teaotter or I, so I am more comfortable with them not being around for a few days, or even a week or two at a time. OTOH, teaotter is in some ways the center of my universe and my heart, and while I'm fine with not seeing her for a day, longer than that always feels wrong and I miss her a lot.
Fortunately, this is busy time, I have a fair amount of work for today and tomorrow, some good books to read when I'm done, and amberite to spend time with when they are around. Then, on Friday evening, we're going to a Passover Seder with dear friends, and on Saturday late morning, my awesome new friend alatefeline is coming over to visit, and that night teaotter will be back, which will be wonderful.
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I am really new here so I haven't posted very much and don't have much friends hence why I am posting on here. I would like to change that. I still have my LJ and post there regularly but would like to make this more of where I post. I post about my daily life and whatever I want to write about. I am not into Fandom. Anyway, I like to think I'm a kind soul and open minded. I don't like labels but I do identify as Bisexual. Thanks for reading:)
And just as I was leaving for Mother's, I broke a vase. Hit the tile floor in the kitchen and absolutely shattered into the tiniest fragments. I swept and Swiffered and then Webster swept; tomorrow I'll mop.
But I got to Mother's safely though I found her upset -- no memory of where she was, as usual, although that normally doesn't happen till the afternoon or evening. I had brought back her clean clothes, including her favorite robe which I call her peony robe. It's blue with large peony flowers printed on it. She had no memory of it all all, even though she's had it for years and years. She cried, of course, and I hugged her a lot.
My sister called which kind of helped? Except Mother misses her so much she started crying again. Poor thing. When she cries, I just hug her and we tell her we love her, but how much help is that, really?
Anyway, eventually she calmed down and off we went for a mani-pedi. She really loves the pedicures -- we have the Princess Treatment, which includes a sugar scrub and warm stone massage. Oh my god, it feels so good. So her toes and fingers are all painted a bright red, one of the few colors she can still see, and she was very cheered. Then we went to a favorite Mexican restaurant and that turned out to be a really good idea. She ate almost all of her green corn tamale and her beer. God, the food was good; I ate more than I normally do for lunch.
By the time we got home she was in a pretty good mood, thank heavens, and I was able to leave her without any tears. I'm so glad my sister will be here in early June.
On the way home, the social worker from palliative care called. I told her what's been happening and we're going to meet again but away from Mother, so she doesn't have to hear what we say.
And then I was home. Webster was up but feeling a bit fragile. I barbecued chicken, with mashed potatoes, gravy, and a salad for him (since I was still full from lunch) and then went to the gym and worked out. He seems to be a bit better, so the meds are finally working, and I think a good meal often helps.
Tomorrow our handyman will be over in the morning; we have a long list of little things for him to do that I'm kind of excited about. Stuff like hanging a plant in the entryway, putting up an address plate above the doorbell, hanging a clock in the music room . . . And other than my early morning swim, that is the only thing we have planned all day. YAY.
And how to fill them
is the problem of cigarettes and paint.
First time I felt my undoing
was in front of
a painting—Sam Francis, I believe.
Oh, his bloomed out, Xanax-ed California.
I liked the word guard, but you know
we made each other
nervous, standing too close
for everyone concerned. All art being
a form of violence
as a peony
Here you come
with your open hands.
My relationship with art is complicated. I've never been a "creator," and that used to eat at me. Where was the missing part of me that seemed to drive so many of the people I find important? I still don't know where that drive to make is, but I've more or less found my peace. Even if I never write a creative word, the violence of art can still reach me and, for now, that's enough damage.
I don't know how to fill the space
Cymraeg, a Jedao and Cheris dialogue:
Jedao: Noswaith dda, Cheris!
Cheris: Noswaith dda! Dych chi'n wedi mynd i'r gwaith?
Jedao: Ydw. Dw i'n mwynhau gweithio ynghanol y gofod. A chi?
Cheris: Dych chi'n dod o Efrog Newydd?
Jedao: Nac ydw, dw i'n dod o Eshpatan. Dw i'n mynd i prynu menig da iawn heno.
Cheris: Dych chi'n gwisgo menig eisoes!
Jedao: Ond dw i eisiau menig heb fys!
[I'm really covering for the fact that I have not figured out how the !@#$!@#$ third-person conjugation works in Welsh at all, since it just came up in Duolingo like a week ago. I can make I-statements and formal you-statements right now. Everything else is a Mystery.]
Français, a Jedao and Cheris dialogue:
Jedao: Bonsoir, mon amie!
Cheris: Pardonnez-moi, je ne suis pas votre amie, monsieur. Je suis seulement une Kel.
Jedao: Mais j'aime beaucoup les oiseaux.
Cheris: Hélàs, je n'aime pas les goupils qui parlent avec les mots faciles.
Jedao: Est-ce que tu as vu les gants sans doigts noires? J'ai perdu les miennes.
Cheris: Où pouvons-nous chercher les bonnes gants?
Jedao: À Paris, bien sûr! Toutes les vêtements excellents sont en Paris.
Deutsch, a Jedao and Cheris dialogue:
Jedao: Guten Abend, Cheris! Was suchst du nun?
Cheris: Ich brauche ein Raumschiff.
Jedao: Na klar, ich auch! Vielleicht können wir zusammen gehen, wenn wir ein Raumschiff finden.
Cheris: Nein, danke. Ich will allein gehen.
Jedao: Aber wir sind Freunde!
Cheris: Sie sind meinen Kommandant! Es ist unmöglich, dass wir Freunde sein können.
Jedao: Ich habe eine Idee. Ich werde die Armee aufhören!
Cheris: Ich denke, dass Sie können das nicht tun...
[Help, what is syntax even...]
한글, a Jedao and Cheris dialogue:
재다오: 안녕, 채리스야! 오늘 무순책 읽어?
채리스: 안녕하세요, 재다오대군! 저는 책많이 안읽는데 텔레비전에서 만화를 뵙니다.
재다오: 나 노래불를까?
채리스: 제발 하지마시오. 곡을 부를 수는 없습니다.
[I had to Google Translate "you sing out of tune."]
日本語、a Jedao and Cheris dialogue:
[Oof, I am done languaging for tonight, especially since I keep suspecting that Google Translate is giving me really informal translations when I try to look things up for help.]
--There's still a lot of post-heat pump-installation tidying and cleaning to do, but at least all the manga's off my office floor now.
--Tomorrow is a "stay home and work on manga" day. None of my deadlines are at the point of being scary, but I'm pretty fried. And of course it'd be nice to avoid getting to that scary point.
--Tomorrow is also both when I'm seeing Endgame and when the next episode of Fruits Basket drops (although I may not manage to see it until Saturday), in which we'll meet a character who was played by a seiyuu I dearly love in the original anime, and yet I'm really excited to hear being played by someone else now. The approach taken with her the first time around was very much about playing up her comedic elements, and I can't imagine that would have transitioned well into some of her later material, so I'm glad to get a new take. (Assuming I like the new performance. *g*)
--I have been and will continue to be aggressively dodging Endgame spoilers, but there is one element that's being widely warned about, and I'm glad to have had the heads-up: ( link to an otherwise not-majorly-spoilery article about it under the cut )
ETA: alexseanchai linked to an even less-spoilery tweet with the basic content-warning info.
( Words were a silver thread )
( Tell me we'll never get used to it )
I managed not to get sunburnt, though my skin is a little tender on the back of my neck and... my lower back, because my family heritage on my maternal line is that the women tend to stoop to do work by, instead of squatting or kneeling, just bending double at the waist, and I have discovered that I do this instinctively, and exclusively. (It's called the Denison Double, after my mother's mother's maiden name.)
I had to pick rocks first, out of the field-- there were some huge ones, and we didn't fancy hitting them with the hand rototiller. Then my sister ran the tiller, and I'm really glad I didn't volunteer to try to use it, because the thing kept hitting a bump and shifting itself into high gear and she'd have to run a few steps and wrestle it down to a stop while taking one hand off the handles to shift it back into Don't Run Away gear. She had to wrestle that thing the whole damn way, and it was truly a terrifying spectacle. She is a little taller than me and much, much stronger than me; I would've lost the thing and it would have just kept going all the way up the hill to the neighbor's property a mile away and probably killed dozens of people, it was just rampaging.
She tilled an area about 25x75 feet, figuring I could fill the first bit with flax and whatever was left she had some things she could direct seed into it. (She also then ran the tiller over her flower beds, to make them easier to plant, so I didn't feel bad about making her haul the tiller out.)
I then used a rake to form the beds, and then a hoe to make the furrows, and then I found one of those little plastic hand seeder thingys so I wouldn't just drop seeds everywhere, and went and dumped seeds into the furrows, and then I had to use the hoe to cover the seeds up and mush the dirt down.
There's an implement on the farm that could do the job, but Sister said it'd be too much of a pain to set up. VegMan was like, "uh we should've just set that up," but I was half-done. (A seed drill, I guess it's called-- a little walk-behind thing with a wheel and it carves a little furrow, drops the seed in, and then covers it up after itself and then the wheel rolls over to press it down, and it's just continuous, you just have to get the right plate for the size of the seeds.)
I kept thinking I was done and then I'd still have some more seed so I had to go back and extend the beds just a little farther, and then I was thinking well, I should just do them all evenly (I was doing it in rows separated by narrow aisles so I could more easily weed it when it's small), and then I finally gave up and it's kind of on an artsy angle at the end, but I did use up the very last seeds and make an even end do it.
The seed packet said it would over a 20x20' plot, but with the aisles, I figured it'd have to be more, so I sowed it really thick in the furrows, but the whole area wound up being more like 25x40'. It is directly across from the yurt, and in a site where there'll be a greenhouse next year, which is cool, but we figured this was a good use of the space and also it'll mean a second year for the site to be under weed control, since the sudan grass cover crop last year also didn't let any weeds sprout or set seed. When organic farming, you have to play a really long game with weed suppression, and the previous owners of the farm just believed their plants should fight it out with the weeds, so uhhh there's a lot of weed seeds in that field.
Then I remembered that I bought some native forest shade plants as little bare root divisions to put out near the yurt, so I figured I'd better get those in the ground. I took my car up to the compost pile and got a big tote bucket thing of compost, then came back down and dug some giant holes, discovering in the process that the area around the yurt is host to ENORMOUS ROCKS, probably dumped there from the field, but like holy shit, HUGE rocks, I easily dug a ginormous hole for one of the plants because I uncovered a behemoth and removed it.
I also pulled some garlic mustard from the area near the yurt, and discovered a native wild clematis sprouting right near the yurt doorstep. So now there's a little clump of wild ginger under the tree the yurt's tucked under, and three black cohosh plants over by the outhouse.
As I was in the midst of this, BIL showed up; his farm work was done, and he wanted to help me. So he helped me move the giant bucket-tote-thing of compost around, mostly. And as we were done, Sister showed up with three beers and the dog and said she was knocking off to walk the dog before it got cool.
She went back out after that and packed eggs, but I was so exhausted I couldn't function. Every part of me hurts. I didn't realize there were so many different muscle groups in your back.
I feel less bad, though, because everyone is tired; Sister planted out fourteen flats of flowers today, and the others planted about 500 onions out of the several thousand that have to get planted out in the next few days, and BIL got the pasture units for the chickens set up in their correct spots so that on Monday the oldest broiler chicks can go outside, so the third batch can go into the brooder when they arrive in Wednesday's mail.
I took a shower before dinner. I had sunscreened myself, and to be safe I also just left my long-sleeved shirt on, except for about twenty minutes I let myself be in the sun with bare arms. I don't react well to sun, though, so I put my shirt right back on. And so I had no noticeable hives or red marks or anything, and I'm crossing my fingers I'm over that phase of my life where I was allergic to sunlight... I had no notable reactions last year either but I'm still so leery of it. And I know sunscreen irritates my skin, so I feel sometimes like it's sort of vaguely circular, like, I put on sunscreen and then my skin gets irritated and then I get allergic. It's gross and annoying and upsetting. But hopefully, not happening anymore. I feel like very carefully moderated sun exposure is the way to go.
Tomorrow it's supposed to rain all day. I have plans to spend a long time making dried bouquets up in the granary attic, because it's still a while until fresh flowers, and we need some bouquets. I'm going to take a class on making paper flowers in May, I think; paper flowers would really expand my repertoire for those dried bouquets, I think, and if I start making my own paper, too, then I'll have some really funky/unique stuff to use, and could spice up those bouquets a lot.
I hurt everywhere, y'all.
But I still have to plant the madder, and the woad, before I leave on Sunday. ...
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Medieval Europe by Chris Wickham. So many thoughts, not least that he's one cranky scholar. I wish I had known to Inheritance of Rome first, as that sets the groundwork for his arguments in this volume. (Fun fact: he overuses the word "underpin" enough to make a truly toxic drinking game.) I said this last week but I do very much appreciate his emphasis on essential socioeconomic structures underpinning (hah) every other conclusion historians attempt to draw from the era. You can't look at religion even without first understanding the socioeconomics of the Church and how it manipulated rich and poor alike to fill their coffers. This fills my Follow The Money detective-brain with so much yay. :)
The Inheritance of Rome: Illuminating the Dark Ages, 400-1000 by Chris Wickham. I loved this book. Especially the equal weight given to the Byzantine and Arab/Muslim history in Europe, the Middle East, and North Africa. I don't know what to read next. The endnotes of both volumes are an excellent list to start with, but there's just so much. Hmm.
A big box store had what is almost certainly a juvenile monstera deliciosa mislabeled as a philodendron selloum (how?! they don't look anything alike!). Monsteras are stupid pricey here and I've wanted one for years, so I grabbed it. I've done a lot of potting up small plants this week and zero repotting (root-pruning, etc), some of which is going to need the heavy duty pruners and maybe a saw. Torrential rain today, which reminds me slug+snail bait tomorrow.
I'm working on a bunch of hyperbolic crochet projects.
is better! yay!
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I'm working my way through my queues, but I think I've just added more than I've watched, so womp womp. I am also working on some other things in preparation for when I finish my grad program in a year. Really, all I want to do is nap for the rest of my spring break. Alas, not going to do that.
Someone who is much better with googling, is there a way to find statistics on population for specific zipcodes? More specifically, statistics for health conditions based off of zipcodes? If not zipcodes, then statistics in a state/city?
It's currently 91 degrees where I am, so I gave up and decided to turn on my AC. Urgh. I am not happy about that at all.
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Title: So brave!
Contents: Spoilers! Implied time travel, Guo Changcheng POV, flashfic I wrote in a meeting this morning, ~700 words
Note: This was inspired by a post at the plot bunny farm, but doesn't actually manage to fill the plot bunny at all, darn it.
So brave! at fan_flashworks
An NPR article about Inuit parenting and the use of play and non-violence to help children learn emotional regulation. The approach makes sense to me, but working out to put even some of it into practice is hard (not least, rewriting my own ingrained habits of response).
This long interview with Lexi Alexander, one of the few women directors working in Hollywood, has lots of absolutely fascinating stuff about film technique, and an overall theme of "technical choices have societal consequences", which of course is relevant to my own field of software development. I was also struck by her reflection on being "one of the boys" without deliberately intending to do so (also relevant to my field), about what's the point of having more women leaders if they replicate the same unfairnesses as men do. I was reminded of Reni Eddo-Lodge's line in Why I'm No Longer Talking To White People About Race, "when [white feminism] has won, things will look much the same. Injustice will thrive, but there will be more women in charge of it."
Contents: Spoilers! Implied time travel, Guo Changcheng POV, flashfic I wrote in a meeting this morning, ~700 words
Note: This was inspired by a post at the plot bunny farm, but doesn't actually manage to fill the plot bunny at all, darn it.
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Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs - Nakahara Chuuya, Arahabaki
Content notes: spoilers for Fifteen/season 3, angst
Summary: According to Mori’s research, Arahabaki was meant to be some kind of messenger of the gods. Chuuya wasn't so sure.
Author notes: For the fan_flashworks challenge identity, and the bingo square messenger. Thanks to ldybastet for the beta! :)
( Unseen Entities )
Born to a Korean immigrant couple in the USA and raised by white adoptive parents in a very white community, Chung experienced racism in her community and experienced pressure to be a "good adoptee". But as an adult, and especially after she began expecting her first child, she realized she wanted to learn more about the family she'd been born to, and went searching. And found some answers, and the story was, of course, complicated, because humans so often are.
A well-written story and a thoughtful one.
But most of my feelings about this book are about my teenage cousin. I come from a white family, and one of my sets of aunt-and-uncle (also white) adopted an Asian baby girl once upon a time. This cousin of mine, like Chung, grew up in an extremely white community, and I can tell you that my cousin has even experienced racism from her parents, not just her community at large. And I've worried about her for years, but have never been close enough to, like, be a support. Or even to know what she really thinks about her adoption.
My cousin's a young adult now who recently left home to go to university, and I spent the whole time I was reading this book wishing I could shove it into her hands for her to read, for her to get affirmation that if she has complicated feelings about her adoption or her family IT'S OKAY, THAT'S ALLOWED. It would be really presumptuous of me to do so though, so I don't think I can. But I hope that like Chung, my cousin can (if she hasn't already) grow into finding her authentic feelings on the topic of her adoption and her racial identity, whatever those feelings happen to be.
I felt a little bad about, basically, giving this kid who is not mine and on whom I have no real relationship claim a lecture but, goddammit, he lives in a society and has to interact with people and he ought to do so in a way that is polite and at least gestures towards not being demanding and entitled.
Also, today, I've had two adults in the last hours do the same goddamn thing. Tell me who the fuck you are and what you want me to do! I cannot read your mind! And maybe consider saying "thank you" afterwards!
Maybe my lecture will prevent at least one instance of this in the future.
*His older brother used to also be a frequent patron and was always similarly rude. (I once watched him mansplain computers to our head of IT while she was fixing one of our computers.) Their many sisters are much more polite, which makes me both approve of them and also despair because of what that implies about their upbringing.
According to Herodotus, the distance [from Sardis to Susa on Darius the Great's Royal Road] could be covered in less than fifteen days, when the system of post horses was used. The road was divided into sections that could be covered in a day by a man on horseback. At each station, a rider would hand off his dispatch to a fresh rider and horse: "No mortal thing travels faster than these Persian couriers," Herodotus writes. ...-- Mary Soderstrom, Road Through Time: The Story of Humanity on the Move
The Persian relay system appears to have been faster than any other until the thirteenth century, when Genghis Khan's couriers carried messages from his headquarters near the Yellow River in China to the western side of the Black Sea, a distance of more than 8,000 kilometres (5,000 miles.) Khan's system was somewhat different from the Persian one: each of the great Mongol leader's riders was responsible for the message he carried, and so one courier travelled the whole distance, strapping himself to his mounts so he would not fall off. (At the same time on the other side of the world, it should be noted, the Incas who did not have fast, load-bearing animals, were using fleet human runners to carry messages, as well as perishable items like fish, hundreds of kilometres in the Andes and its foothills.)
Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian (TV)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Shěn Wēi/Zhào Yúnlán
Characters: Shěn Wēi, Zhào Yúnlán
Additional Tags: Collars, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Top Zhao Yunlan, Bottom Shen Wei
Zhao Yunlan noticed how Shen Wei looked almost jealous of the collar Da Qing received. He of course had to rectify this and get Shen Wei a collar, too.
Fandom: Good Omens
Length: 838 words
Content notes: None, just fluffy goodness.
Author notes: Also fills the Horoscope square in my FFW bingo card, and the 'Rest & Relaxation' square in my fluffbingo card.
Summary: Aziraphale is reading the horoscope section of a magazine.
( <You're reading a magazine, angel?> Crowley asks, surprised, leaning over the couch Aziraphale is settled in. )
Doctor Who Watch: Torchwood review: The Green Life is a wonderful meeting of two iconic companions.
Communities & Challenges:
tw100: Challenge 549: Nature
Drabble: A promise kept by m_findlow [Jack, Ianto | PG]
Drabble: Struck down by m_findlow [Owen, Jack, Ianto | PG]
Drabble: Seasonal goodies by m_findlow [Jack, Ianto | PG]
Drabble: Enjoying Nature by badly_knitted [Jack, Ianto, Owen, Team | G]
Double Dabble: Human Nature by badly_knitted [Jack, Ianto, OCs, Team | G]
Double Drabble: Guilt ridden by m_findlow [Ianto | PG]
Far enough in by m_findlow [Rhys | PG]
Mean green by m_findlow [Ianto, Jack | PG]
A change in the weather by m_findlow [Owen, Ianto, Jack | PG]
Proving ground by m_findlow [Ianto, Jack, OC | PG]
Alarming by badly_knitted [Ianto, Jack, Tosh, Owen, Gwen | PG]
The Hunters and the Prey (22/76) & (23/76) by milady_dragon [Jack/Ianto, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Daisy Johnson/Lincoln Campbell, Nick Fury/Maria Hill | TW/MCU | PG-13]
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For space_swap, weakinteraction wrote me an absolutely lovely fic for Revelation Space!
Override Protocols (3921 words) by weakinteraction
Fandom: Revelation Space Series - Alastair Reynolds
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ana Khouri/Ilia Volyova
Characters: Ana Khouri, Ilia Volyova
Additional Tags: Technological Kink, Extremely Dubious Consent, Power Dynamics, Not Safe Sane and Consensual
"Along with the rest of the crew, Khouri would eventually enter reefersleep for the bulk of the time that the ship took to reach Resurgam. But before then she spent much of her waking time in the gunnery, being subjected to endless simulations." (Revelation Space, Chapter 8)
It is excellent and fits very well into canon.
I also did some writing of E-rated femslash! I matched on original fiction.
This subject's greatest pleasure (1306 words) by ExtraPenguin
Fandom: Original Work
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Empress of the Galaxy, Space General
Additional Tags: Cunnilingus
After General Assaiyis returns from conquering systems for the Empire, the Empress invites her to serve her in a different way as well.
I have now made 5 icons (eps 16-20) for round 2 of the Guardian icon battle; I'm super happy with 18, and also very happy about 16 and 20. 19 is a bit generic but whatever, it fits as its own mini-story arc I accidentally created for 17-20. 17 I will look at some more re: colors.
The 520 exchange fic has more words now. Perhaps I shall add even more words to it today.
I posted the collaring porn fic! I also rewatched episode 10 for the rewatchalong, during which I noticed how lovingly Shen Wei kept Zhao Yunlan's jacket and wrapped it around himself. He would definitely enjoy Zhao Yunlan giving him things to wear.
Fandom: Swallows and Amazons series
Length: 937 words
Content notes: set at the end of Pigeon Post.
Author notes: Cave made me think of mining, which led to Pigeon Post - I just couldn't quite get it done in time. Also for the Fortune square of my bingo card.
Summary: “Are you very disappointed it wasn’t gold?” Peggy had seen her sister’s face as Dick gave the news, and she’d rarely seen Nancy look so miserable.
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