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Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.
Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!
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(found via twitter, of all things)
The Part of Her Hair (10596 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mary Bennet/Original Female Character
Characters: Mary Bennet, Original Female Character, Lydia Bennet, Kitty Bennet
Additional Tags: Falling In Love, Family Bonding
Miss Gibson said, “In the spirit of truthful admission, Miss Bennet, I intend to spend some time devising the right question for you. If I may see you again?”
Why did that sound strange? But she always sounded strange to people herself. And it was a familiar kind of strangeness, as if it were something she had heard before, only not like this.
Mary, constrained by the principles of truth, could only admit that she would enjoy that very much.
Not Prime Time
Like a Rock by klutzy_girl - An alternate universe story about Grant Ward fitting into the team on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. It's set in the early seasons, prior to the reveal that Ward was HYDRA, and deals with him questioning his own loyalties. I enjoyed this, because it's a sweet version of events that would have changed some major things in the series.
Sweetening the Loaves by Missy - I hoped very much for a book-verse Little House on the Prairie story, and this more than delivered. A sweet, introspective look at Caroline Ingalls, just as the family has begun to settle in De Smet. I really loved the author's take on Caroline and Charles' marriage, and her voices are all spot on. Highly recommend, especially as there is so little in this fandom.
Time and Again by DesertScribe - A crossover between The Chronicles of Narnia and The Lord of the Rings. Young Boromir ends up in Narnia and meets the Pevensies, and over time he and Susan fall in love - but they are never together for very long, and there's a lot of angst and adventure in their path. It's a really lovely story and I just love the idea of Susan and Boromir together, especially the way this author makes it happen.
Room to Grow by StarSpray - Harry Potter is a fandom where the gen possibilities are endless; this one knocks it out of the park. Neville, Ginny, and Luna, learning to deal with what happened to them at Hogwarts while Harry was off hunting horcruxes. It's set post-series, but pre-epilogue. I can't convey in words how much I love the way this author wrote Neville, in particular. He's perfect. This story is definitely worth a read.
And Bide the Danger by Anonymous - A Narnia/Harry Potter crossover, answering the idea of Susan Pevensie existing in the wizarding world, and having an encounter with Amelia Bones. The author set this during Amelia's Magical Law Enforcement training, and there is a wonderfully on-target guest appearance, and some incredible world-building to root the reader in the Harry Potter 'verse. I loved all my stories this summer, but this one made me feel spoiled. It's very sophisticated writing and I applaud the author for working to fully bring to life both universes so seamlessly.
FANDOM: Gone with the Wind
CHARACTERS: Scarlett O'Hara, Melanie Wilkes
FOR: Missy, for genex
SUMMARY: Scarlett is carrying the load at Tara, but she isn’t alone.
NOTES: Regarding canon divergence: Will Benteen has yet to arrive at Tara, but Scarlett has had a visit from Jonas Wilkerson regarding taxes. It's spring 1865, just before the war ends.
Story also archived at AO3.
( The cotton yield was going to be miserably small, and Scarlett was afraid. )
*Self that was not a cue to come up with an even more intricate way to do the colorwork EVEN IF you probably could succeed at it, stop that.
*Downstairs neighbor moved out last week HURRAY but now they're doing the carpet/paint/repair rounds so that someone else can move in. On the upside, Dire Noises from below is less "OH GOD THERE'S A LEOPARD IN THE TREE IT'S GONNA EAT ME" than the roofers, and so I can both be calmer for the cat's sake and play guessing games as to just what on earth they could POSSIBLY be drilling in the CEILING. Although given the extent of the noises, I suspect they're doing the full remodel to update the style from the late 80s/early 90s. Which involves ceiling fans and lights going in - quite nice ones! - and would account for the drilling directly beneath my laptop.
*I appear to be having a miserable allergy attack? or an oncoming cold. I'm hoping for the former because fuuuuuck getting sick I don't care if it's a tradition right around my birthday. Hmph. It IS, however, also that time of year where everything gets shut up and my indoor allergies slowly go bonkers.
*Wrote my first Irish tune ever, which does not suck! I... keep seriously underestimating both my knowledge of the genre and my basic grounding in theory, which lets me write something passable off a couple bars of randomly-generated notes. Like sure: not gonna win awards for composition here, but it's fundamentally playable - by more than one instrument, even - and makes musical sense.
*Related: I can now play a full 96 bars in spiccato (that's bow-bouncing) as an exercise, which means the strengthening stuff I was doing to target my bow grip has had EXACTLY the effect I needed it to. Mildly twinge-y for a minute or so right after, but otherwise totally fine after running warm water over my hands and doing quick stretches.
*Maybe this time (as I'm pretty sure this is not the first time I've come up with the brain-hack), the idea of doing dishes after practice as a PART of tending to my assorted musician needs will stick? That'd be nice. Because it really does help to have warm water on my hands after I work my cranky ass off on the fiddle.
*I think I've crawled out of the anhedonia enough to care about shit again. I just don't have the spoons to DO all the shit I care about at once, so I'm having to rigorously pace myself and check back in with, am I too tired to do X? What about Y? etc. This eats exactly as many spoons that I could otherwise use TO do stuff as you fucking think, and I fucking resent it. Not enough to take the hit and go crashing back down, though.
*As it might be up some of my droll's alley for mocking if nothing else: I strongly advise against Mindhunters, the new Netflix how-did-we-learn-to-classify-serial-
Anyway. SO NOW YOU KNOW. Since Netflix kept going "oh you liked Criminal Minds WATCH THIS WATCH IT WATCH IT" and I kept going "...not for actual FUN, guys."
*I think I am going to hit post and pull silly iPhone games over my head for a bit, then tackle the next bathroom to clean, then dinner and so forth. If I'm very lucky, this will NOT be another death-plague and I can get some editing done tonight for White Noise.
1. Kitten falling asleep on my lap at lunchtime, warm and purring and paws splayed in complete relaxation.
2. Takeout Chinese for lunch with sanj on the spur of the moment. With bonus kitten sitting on the chair at the head of the table, and periodically sticking his head up over the edge of the table to see if we would let him eat our chicken. (Which we wouldn't.)
3. The new mini-season of Voltron went live this past weekend! Kiddo and sanj and I watched half of it last night, and it's delightful.
4. Yesterday I roasted some delicata squash (seasoned with salt and pepper and curry powder) and then roasted the seeds (boiled briefly, then seasoned the same way.) It pleases me to have turned something I would ordinarily have thrown away into tasty snack food.
5. Dinner for tonight is already made, so when I get home from work around 5:30 I can mostly relax. There's work I need to do, but if I don't do it tonight, nothing will catch on fire.
How are y'all holding up? Be gentle with yourselves.
Hey, maybe I'll manage to actually finish this thing before its tenth anniversary!
Funnily, it's actually thanks to Doctor Who that this fic progressed. One of the reasons why I haven't been writing much Buffy fic in the last few years is because my main writing fandom has been The Mentalist, and my Buffy voice was too much like my Lisbon voice. I couldn't hear Buffy's voice in my head without contantly turning into Lisbon, and I can't really write a character unless I can hear them. But I've been working on a Doctor Who fic for a ficathon for the last few weeks, which seems to have cleared the Lisbon voice from my head, and now I could finally return to this fic and not keep thinking that Buffy sounded too much like Lisbon.
(of course, as I was writing this post, I realised that both this chapter of "When the Rest..." and the Doctor/Clara fic I'm working on are yet another variation of the male sleeps and the female watches... Because apparently there's exactly one romantic plotline I can write for het couples)
here at probono
dc comics  ➝ super sons, misc n52 (damian, dick, bruce)*
here at probono
dc comics  ➝ preboot and n52 bruce, rebirth batfam (bruce, duke, gordon, barbara, dick, damian)*
here at probono
* These two are reposts on account of Photobucket Heat Death!!!
Anyway, the weather was unseasonably mild and sunny and we were sat in the stands next to a lovely group of Brive fans. They tempted the children to cheer for their side with flags. We accepted gracefully and offered them Haribo, which they took, so I'm counting that a win for Anglo-French relationships. Especially since Worcester won, which was definitely not a given considering (a) their early performance, including some dire kicking and (b) the fact that they're pretty much always near the bottom of the Premier league table.
The children loved it, although keeping them engaged did involve bribery with Lego and chips (not at the same time). Afterward they opened the pitch to the children to run around, and then the players came out. We got the Worcester players to sign one of the Brive flags which they did without rancour. It was a superb day out and we were all pleasantly worn out at the end of it.
[L to R: G. Milasinovich (prop), me, Humuhumu, Keiki, P. Humphreys (wing)]
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I'm not sure why my body wasn't willing to sleep. Scott and I took a moderately long walk, a bit more than an hour, around north campus yesterday. It would have been longer, but it started to pour, and we had to run for the car. I need to hack ten more new to me Ingress portals in order to get the silver badge for that. I'm entirely sure that I can find those on north campus. I just need to drag myself out there for it.
Maybe later today if I manage a nap.
Scott and Cordelia are both having trouble getting their phones to charge. Scott has to wiggle the connection until the charging starts and then not jostle it at all or it will stop. Cordelia's just having problems with the cord in the living room. Scott really needs to replace his phone, but we can't afford it.
( Dietary and accessibility notes )
( What you need and what you do with it )
Makes 3-4 servings
I think I do have to get out of bed. It's a terrible idea, but it's better than lying here, looking at the ceiling.
We discovered this incredibly young band on Saturday morning when YouTube continued into one of their videos after a Kurt Weil tune that Jay likes. I showed it to Cassie as soon as she emerged from her den. I show it to you now.
The lead singer is literally 16. The kids are already okay.
( Some thoughts under the cut )
2. Making slow cooker chicken bouillabaisse again because it was so good last week.
3. A mellow Sunday of playdates (for the kiddo) and cooking and laundry (me), with the promise of sanj coming over later.
4. I am considering whether I can spring for Hugh Acheson's new slow cooker cookbook.
5. It is a spectacularly beautiful day. I am sitting on my mirpesset, listening to the wind chime, watching birds soar overhead.
How are y'all?
I ended up ordering a cup of soup and two sides, asparagus and sweet potato fries. The soup wasn't edible by me, and Scott didn't care for it either. The menu said 'butternut-apple bisque,' and I couldn't taste either apples or butternut squash. It went more toward the savory end of flavor, and I couldn't place the herbs, so I didn't force myself to eat more than a couple of spoonfuls. I was concerned that the soup contained something that would make me sick. The restaurant ended up removing the soup from our bill. We hadn't asked them to. I'd have been cranky about spending $4 on a cup of inedible soup, but I did order it, so...
I also got dessert, banana cheesecake. It was recognizably cheesecake, but even though I could see banana chunks, I couldn't taste the banana at all. Scott tried it and also couldn't taste the banana, so I'm again puzzled. I think that, when something with a particular flavor is in the name, it's weird not to be able to taste even a trace of that in the food.
Cordelia's only comment about the dance was that it was loud and that the music was terrible. I'm not sure if the latter refers to sound quality or to song choice.
Scott's parents have reserved a house for a family vacation next summer. They didn't consult with us about potential conflicts first but did consult Scott's brother and sister, so we're a bit puzzled. We won't know for at least another month whether or not Scott can get that time off, and I'm pretty sure that the timing will mean that Cordelia couldn't do choir camp even if she wanted to. (Though Scott thinks the location of the house is actually kind of near Interlochen.) Scott's parents have promised to 'help' us with the costs but want us to tell them how much we can afford to pay. Which is both reasonable and burdensome because Scott finds it shaming.
To be honest, I'm not sure we can afford anything but gas money and our share of the groceries. I'm not convinced that Scott will be able to tell his parents that. He was able to say, months ago, that we couldn't go because we couldn't afford it. Now, we can't just not do it. We have to figure out what we can scrape together and ask for the rest. I understand why Scott's parents want everyone there. They're both 75 (and will be 76 next summer), and their oldest grandchild is 18 and in college. The odds of getting him to come to future family vacations aren't really all that great. The odds of Scott's parents being up to such a vacation in three years, five years, ten years... Yeah.
Is it weird that I feel that 'tell us what you can afford, and we'll cover the rest' is more embarrassing than 'because you can't afford it, we'll cover the expenses'?