Fandom Snowflake Challenge #14

Jan. 27th, 2026 10:02 am
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Return of the Newbery Project

Jan. 27th, 2026 09:26 am
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The Newbery Project is BACK, baby! Yesterday, the American Library Association announced the 2026 Newbery winners, which means I’ve got five hot fresh Newbery books to read.

After winning a Newbery Honor in 2018 for Piecing Me Together, Renee Watson went for gold this year with All the Blues in the Sky. I quite liked Piecing Me Together, so I’m hopeful I’ll enjoy this new one as well.

Daniel Nayeri is also a familiar Newbery name: he got an honor in 2024 for The Many Assassinations of Samir, the Seller of Dreams, which I thought was pretty mediocre to be honest. But perhaps I’ll be more impressed by The Teacher of Nomad Land: A World War II Story.

Although this is Karina Yan Glaser’s first Newbery, I’m familiar with her Vanderbeekers series, which is a sort of modern-day version of the Melendys. I read the first book and thought it was okay, but not so okay that I wanted to read on… so we’ll see how I feel about The Nine Moons of Han Yu and Luli.

Finally, two books by new-to-me authors: Aubrey Hartman’s The Undead Fox of Deadwood Forest, and María Dolores Águila’s A Sea of Lemon Trees: The Corrido of Roberto Alvarez. The title of the first is giving me flashbacks to Scary Stories for Young Foxes, which was perhaps the Newbery’s first foray into horror. Fox horror possibly its own genre now? Will report back as I learn more.
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Having successfully fled her home city with the proceeds of a spectacular heist, Aiah must now build a new life on that foundation.

City on Fire (Metropolitan, volume 2) by Walter Jon Williams
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It's Tuesday! I slept considerably better last night, so I'm not quite as sleepy as I was yesterday morning. I have a little headache hangover from last night, but that'll go away as the morning wears on.

Yesterday was the exact opposite of what I thought it would be at work. Instead of being nonstop calls, it was mostly quiet. I did a lot of call outs and even with them, I did half the calls I normally do. I did get about five people in for STAT appointments, so that was good. In the end, they closed our outpatient radiology centers yesterday, which is for the best. It was pretty bad in Maryland. We got about 8" of snow, and then another 1" of sleet and freezing rain. So the snow is seriously solid. I was watching our maintenance workers trying to shovel the walks, and they had two implements--a snow shovel and a garden spade to try to break up some of the ice. It was very effective and the sidewalks are clear. The court is a mess. Even the plow couldn't clear everything, so it's pretty icy.

I do have to go to the pharmacy today, so I'm figuring on doing that at lunch when the sun is at it's brightest and maybe some of the ice will be slush. It's going to get up to a balmy 25 degrees F. I'm not looking forward to cleaning my car off. It's going to be cold and the snow is going to be heavy. Hopefully, I have time to clean and still go to the pharmacy during my lunch break. It'll definitely be a bit of a race.

I don't think I'll have the benefit of lightning striking twice at work. It'll definitely be a litlte busier, since the centers will actually be open. There will probably be some cancellations. The roads still aren't 100% clear.

I'm still debating on what I want to make for dinner. I've got a few options, though I'm low on sides. A good chunk of it will depend on if I am able to make it to the pharmacy at lunch. If so, I'll make an actual dinner. If not, I may be picking up something on the way home from the pharmacy in the evening.

Today is 100 days until we leave for vacation. Tomorrow, we'll be in double digits! This is both exciting and terrifying. We have an appt in 2 1/2 weeks to meet up with the dog sitter, so hopefully that goes well and Yoda is a good boy. It'll be on Valentine's day, so hopefully he'll find love in his heart for the sitter.

I started a Facebook group for our sailing. For months, it's been just me, then one or two other people. But now as we get closer, the group is growing. it's up to 42 members now. It's interesting, seeing who people are and what they're planning to do for excursions.

I think our itinerary is the best, but I'm biased. There are people coming from Australia for this cruise! That blows my mind. They were talking about not knowing what to tip as Australia is not a tipping culture like the US is. We were trying to give them an idea of what to expect.

100 days! Good lord, that feels soon.

ION, I finished a book! The Fourth Wing wasn't bad. The end was nicely done, and I really enjoyed the story. As a fanfic writer, I wrote a ton of Mary Sues and self inserts (thankfully both are lost to the annals of a now defunct wrestling fanfic board. I didn't really mind it though. I enjoyed the dragons, and had fun reading it, so I don't car if it is wish fulfillment. 4 out of 5 stars. Now I shall start on book 2.

Okay, time for me to hop off and get ready for work. Everyone have a stupendous Tuesday!

complete lack of surprise fic!

Jan. 27th, 2026 08:40 am
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I'm sure it will come as a shock to you all that the Horse Fic in Airdrop was written by me. I know. Astonishing.

After deciding not to sign up I had a teeny bit of FOMO, so when a pinch hit appeared it seemed like the perfect opportunity to participate after all :D [personal profile] ysande had requested Bertie fic with the possibility of horses, so horses it was!

full of running, and quite sound
Rating - G
Length - 1,000 words
Tags - Bertie, horses, injury recovery, post-book: Sergeant Bigglesworth CID
Summary - Bertie hadn't—strictly speaking—been told that he should be riding. But then again, he hadn't—strictly speaking—been told that he shouldn't.
Back at Chedcombe after the events of Sergeant Bigglesworth, C.I.D., Bertie finds his own sort of comfort.

My own lovely gift was by [personal profile] sholio, so thank you again <333
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As opposed to his son, where I would describe my opinion only getting slightly modified, not really changed, over the years, I really did do a turnaround on James. For a long time, basically neither of the two main associations I had when thinking of him were to his credit: a) when his mother was about to be executed, James lodged a token protest with Elizabeth but simuiltanously sent a letter to Leicester to ensure it wouldn't be taken too seriously, and b) he wrote one of those ghastly books encouraging witchhunts in the 17th century, with devastating results. Yes, I also knew that during his reign, the English equivalent of the Luther bible was created (i.e. just as Luther's translation of the bible into early modern German is a major major step in the develpment of the language and was to prove influential for writers up to and including the decidedly not religious Bertolt Brecht, the "King James bible" did the same for early modern English), but since as opposed to Martin L., James didn't do the translating himself, I did not consider this to be a plus in his favour.

I think the first to make me question this low or at least limited opinion was [personal profile] jesuswasbatman, who had just watched Howard Benton's play about James and Anne Boleyn (in two different timelines, obviously), and then [personal profile] deborah_judge who was also an advocate. A decade, some biographies and a few podcasts later... Okay, I admit it: He was, to tongue-in-cheekily quote a current day translation of a very different epic, a complicated man.

As to not making more than a token protest: given he never knew his mother (he'd last seen her when he was four months old and she had left the country when he was a little more than a year), and was raised by a gallery of her bitterest enemies who kept teaching him she was the worst, this is really not surprising. What is actually interesting is that both James and Mary inherited their Scottish throne as babies, had regents until they were adults and became responsible for a nation with a lot of internal strife, an uncomfortably powerful neighbour next door and nobles with a power that the British nobility had lost post Wars of the Roses, but the results when they took over became very very different. Yes, in a sexist age James had the advantage of being a man and also of not being a Catholic in a country with a majority Protestant population. But he still deserves credit for being the first Scottish ruler in a long time who managesd to stablize the country, lead it well and avoid costly wars with the English. (The fact that he was King of Scotland for a staggering 58 years - to the 22 years of his English and Irish Kingship - tends, I'm told, to be overlooked on the English side of the border in the public consciousness. Even if you discount his childhood and youth., i.e. the years before his personal rule, that's still an impressively long reign.) And he did after a childhood which was if anything even tougher than that which had served as a tough apprenticeship to Elizabeth Tudor (and was so crucially different to his mother Mary's childhood as the darling of the French court): his uncle and first regent, Moray, was shot in 1570, followed by his second regent and grandfather, whom a five years old James saw bleeding to death because Lennox was equally assassinated. This bloody regent turnover continued and got accompagnied with uprisings. When James was eleven, Stirling Castle was raided by Catholic rebels. At sixsteen, he was kidnapped by William Ruthven, earl of Gowrie, and imprisoned for ten months. And then there was his teacher, George Buchanan, who managed to get him fluent in Scots, English, French, Greek and Latin, but did so via constant beatings and humiliations. Buchanan had the declared aim of teaching him about not just his mother being the worst but all the Stuarts being rotten and that as a King he was to exist for his subjects, not for himself. Unsurprisingly, what James actually learned when those lessons where conveyed via beatings was to dissemble, and conclude that it wasn't his ancestors but but rebels who were "monstrous". He also had Buchanan's writings on limited Kingship forbidden as soon as the man was dead.

By now, I've come across a considerable number of royals whom in modern terms we'd classify as gay or at least as bi with a strong preference for men, of which James definitely was one, and who were married because that was par the course for royalty. This often, but not always, means misery for their wives. Compared some of the truly castastrophic to at least very cold marriages (Henriette Anne "Minette" of England/Philippe d'Orleans "Monsieur", Edward II/Isabella of France, Frederick II of Prussia/Elisabeth Christine of Brunswick etc.), James and Anne of Denmark didn't do badly. They even had a sort of romantic origin story, in that Anne, after being married by proxy as was usual, was supposed to be delivered to Scotland via ship, terrible weather made it impossible and her ship ended up in Norway instead, so young James, for the first and last time making a grand romantic gesture for a woman instead of a man, instead of waiting tilll weather and sea were calm enough for Anne to make the trip from Norway instad took the boat to Norway himself, united with his bride and brought her home to England. (His son Charles would decades later try to accomplish something similar by travelling to Spain to woo the Spanish Infanta. It did not have the same results.) This resulted in a good start to the marriage, but also in a dark time for some other women in Scotland because James believed all the bad weather was undoubtedly the result of witchcraft and someone had to be punished for that. Later on, the biggest disagreements James and Anne had weren't about his male favourites but about who got to raise their children, specifically the oldest son, Henry. Anne wanted to do this herself. James, whose own childhood had been a series of bloody turnovers in authority figures (see above), wanted Henry to be raised in the most secure castle in Scotland and by an armed to the teeth nobleman. This made for a lot of rows and repeated attempts by Anne to get her oldest son by showing up at his residence and demanding he be handed over, with the last such occasion coming when James was already en route to England to get crowned.

James' iron clad conviction of the dangers of witchcraft still is chilling to me, but even that is more complicated than, say, the utter ghastliness that was going on in German speaking countries in the 17th century, because James in his later English years actually paired his anti-witchcraft attitude with the admoniishment of judges not to be fooled by conmen and -wen, superstituions and local feuds, and the few times he got personally involved in England (as opposed to earlier in Scotland) it was in the favour of the accused. This doesn't mean women and men didn't die on other occasions in the realm(s) ruled by a monarch known to fear witches, but I still can't think of a parallel among the "theologians" who wrote their anti-wtiches books simultanously in my part of the world, and who never would have admitted the possibility of false accusations, let alone admonished their judges to be sceptical and discerning.

Some of what got James a bad press back in the day now looks good to us, most of all the fact he genuinely and consistently disliked war. BTW, this was less different from Elizabeth I's own attitude than historians and propagandists for a long time presented it. Elizabeth had avoided actual war with Spain for as long as she could, and hadn't been very keen on supporting the Protestant rebels in the Netherlands directly, either, much preferring it if she got someone else to do it. Once the war was there, of course, it had to be fought, but those eighteen years of war had left both England and Spain exhausted and with enormous debts, and one of James' signature policies, the peace of Spain, was undoubtedly to the benefit of both countries. That in the later years of his reign a majority of people yearned for war with Spain again, for a replay of the late Elizabethan era's greatest hits (without considering the expense of all that national glory), and that James still held out against it is to his credit, especially given the results when his son Charles actually pursued such a policy after ascending to the throne. Something that's also to James' credit as a monarch though not as a father is that he kept England out of the 30 Years War while he lived despite the fact that his daughter Elizabeth and his son-in-law were prime protagonists in its earliest phase and might never have become King and Queen of Bohemia if the Bohemians hadn't believed that surely, the King of England (and Scotland, and Ireland), leader of Protestants, would support his daughter against the Austrian Catholic Habsburgs if they elected his son-in-law as a counter condidate to said Habsburg. He also was ruthless enough to deny his daughter and son-in-law sanctuary in England once they were deposed and on the run, which wasn't very paternal but understandable if you consider that this was before his son Charles was married (let alone had produced an heir of his own), meaning that if he, James died and Charles ruled, Elizabeth was the next in the line of succession, and the thought of her husband, the unfortunate "Winter King" of Bohemia whose well-meaning but inept leadership had kickstarted the war, becoming the King of England if anything should happen to Charles gave James nightmares. In conclusion: not participating in one of the most brutal wars fought in Europe ever and in fact trying his utmost diplomatically to prevent it was a good thing. But in centuries where "manly" and "warrior" were going together in the public imagination, it's no wonder that it didn't make James popular.

Mind you: a misunderstood humanist, James wasn't, either. And something that can definitely be laid as his doorstep (though not exclusively so) is that his relationship with the English (as opposed to Scottish) Parliament went from bad to worse every time there was one during his reign, which definitely played a role in what was to come once his son Charles became King. (ironically, Prince Charles had his first and as it turns out last time as a firm favourite of Parliament when he led the opposition to continued peace with Spain and the pro War party in the last year of his father's life.) Why do I qualify this with "not exclusively"? Because Parliamentarians didn't always cover themselves with glory, either. I mean, as I understand it, James' first English parliament went like this:

James: Here I am, fresh from Edinburgh, your new King. Thanks for all the enthusiasm I encountered on the road, guys. Well, seeing as I am now King of England, Scotland and Ireland, I propose and will coin a phrase: A United Kingdom of Great Britain! How about that? Starting with an English/Scottish Union, not just by monarch but by state?

English Parliament: NO WAY. Scots are thieving beggars who are by nature evil and will deprive us of our FREEDOM and RIGHTS and PRIVILEGES if they are treated as citizens of the same country. WE HATE SCOTS. You excepted, because that would be treason.

(Meanwhile in Scotland: Are ye daft, Jamie? We hate those English murderous bastards!!!!!)

James: So basically no one except for me wants a United Kingdom of Great Britain, got it. I still think I'm right and you're wrong, but fine, for now. How about some money for me, my queen, my kids and my lovers?

EP: About that....

Which brings me to the topic of the Favourites. Most monarchs have them. They're usually hated. (It's easier to count the exceptions.) Ironically, one of the very few exceptions, the only one of Elizabeth I's favourites who wasn't hated while being the Favourite, the Earl of Essex, had all the qualities royal favourites are usually hated for - he held monopolies that provided him with lots of money (and one of the fallouts between Essex and Elizabeth was when she refused to prolong said monopoly), his attempts at playing politics were disastrous (and also outclassed by his rival Robert Cecil), and the only thing he had going for himself really were good looks and cutting a dashing figure when raiding Spanish coastal cities. In over forty years of Elizabeth's reign, a court culture wherein the male courtiers played at being in love with the Queen had been established, and certainly all her long term favourites were framing their relationship with her in romantic language. Now presumably when James became King, people who hadn't been paying attention to gossip from Scotland had expected things to go back to the Henry VIII model where certainly the King still had his faves but the romantic language was out . But lo and behold, while it's impossible to prove James actually had sex with any of the young handsome men he favoured, the language used in his letters to at least two of them (Robert Carr, Earl of Somerset, and George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham) is certainly suggestive, and he did kiss them and others in public. While men kissing men in that day and age wasn't necessarily coded erotic, especially coming from a monarch, James did it often enough for ambassadors to notice and report. And certainly when courtiers wanted to remove the current Favourite, they tried it via presenting young good looking men to James. (This worked in one case - the toppling of Somerset in favour of Buckingham, though there were other factors involved as well - but failed when Buckingham's earlier sponsors, realizing they had just traded Skylla for Charybdis, tried to do the same thing again. No matter how many sexy young things were presented, Buckingham remained James' Favourite till James' death.) Favourites were on the one hand certainly a symptome of the corruption inherent int he absolutist system, but otoh also hhighly useful in that they offered an out for both King and subjects in whom to blame for unpopular policies. Instead of critiquing the King, the opposition could frame its complaints in being the venting of loyal subjects about the Evil Advisors (tm), while the King could sacrifice a scapegoat if things went too badly to quench public anger. As opposed to his son, James was ready to do that if needs must. But his Favourites still contributed to the overall perception of the court as a den of sin and corruption. (Which, yeah, but as opposed to which previous court?)

(BTW, and speaking of the usefulness of scapegoats for monarchs, my favourite example for the story about Henry starting out as this charming well meaning prince going bloodthirsty monarch only after he didn't get his first divorce and had a tournament accident being wrong remains the fact that when Henry ascended to the throne at age 18, one of the first things he did was to accuse two of his father's more ruthless tax men of treason and have them beheaded in a cheap but efficient bid for popularity. Now, no one could deny said two officials, one of whom, Edmund Dudley, was the grandfather of Elilzabeth's childhood friend and life long favourite Leicester, had been absolutely ruthless in their mission to squeeze money out of the population by every legal or barely legal trick imaginable. But they had done so under strict instructions from Henry VII, and the accusation of treason for this was ridiculous. Note that Henry VIIII could simply have dismissed them when he became King. But no. He went for legal murder from the get go. However, since everyone hates tax men, absolutely no one minded and many celebrated instead of thinking of the precedent. This is why the Tudors, by and large, when governing had a genius for (self) propaganda the Stuarts just didn't.)

I wouldn't agree with one of the latest biographers, Clare Jackson, that James was the most interesting monarch GB had, but he certainly is interesting, and far more dimensional than younger me gave him credit for.


The other days
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It looks like parts of western Victoria have recorded the state's hottest ever temperature today. Right now, it's 48.9C, or 120F in the old money.

The forecast is for 42C/107F here tomorrow, which will be bad enough. I'm really glad I don't have any appointments until Friday. I'm not planning to budge from the house. I'm worried about fires, though. Where I live is just far enough from bushland that I don't have to worry about them for myself, but god. There were 900 buildings lost and a big chunk of land all burnt out in the heatwave a few weeks ago, when there were dozens of fires burning across Victoria and New South Wales.

How many fires are there going to be in this sort of heat?

(And still we have politicians trying to say that this is normal. I saw one leader of a far right less-and-less-fringe party call climate change 'rubbish' today. I won't dignify her words by attaching her name to them, but if you're Australian I'm sure you know who I'm talking about.)

Snow Day!

Jan. 27th, 2026 12:29 am
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1) We got a little over 10 inches of snow here in Manhattan, and that was enough for the Office of Court Administration to declare that all courts in NYC (except for criminal court arraignments) would be closed today - and my office closed as well. Which, in 2026, just means we all worked from home, but Queenie certainly enjoyed having me here all day!

2) Recent reads:

I finished The Lathe of Heaven, by Ursula K. Le Guin, over the weekend, and really enjoyed it - as I had expected to, given how much I generally like Le Guin! TLoH, which doesn't share a world with any of Le Guin's other works, is set in a near future (or alternate past, at this point, as it's set in 2002) ravaged by climate change and war, and centers on a man whose dreams can alter reality, and the psychiatrist treating him, who attempts to make deliberate use of those dreams - which, predictably, doesn't go according to plan.

This was my pick for the book club I'm in with some colleagues. The only rules restricting the book club picks are that they can't be (a) nonfiction about crime or law enforcement, (b) nonfiction about narcotics, or (c) procedurals - in other words, no books about work - so there's a lot of room for variety. So far, we've read Dungeon Crawler Carl by Matt Dinniman (LitRPG), The Tsar of Love and Techno by Anthony Marra (litfic, a collection of interconnected short stories set in Russia), and The Lathe of Heaven is our third book.

I wouldn't say TLoH is my absolute favorite of Le Guin's works, but it was excellent, and I would recommend it to just about anyone. I'm definitely looking forward to hearing what my colleagues think of it!

My officemate lent me a book called Unmasked: My Life Solving America's Cold Cases, by Paul Holes, an investigator who worked on the Golden State Killer case, and Robin Gaby Fisher, who has coauthored many memoirs. I thought it was all right; the parts about the investigations Holes has been a part of were interesting, though I frankly didn't care about his marital troubles. (And you very much get Holes' spin on things - he absolutely shouldn't have been romantically involved with his subordinate, and her colleagues were completely justified in worrying that she was getting preferential treatment, while his narrative seems to imply these were unreasonable concerns.) It was very interesting to read about what it was like to be working in law enforcement during the years when DNA testing was just coming on the scene in a big way, and a lot of cold cases were being cracked wide open all at once.

My officemate, before offering to lend the book to me, asked me if I like to read true crime; I'm not generally a fan. But while yes, technically, this is a true crime book, I would make a distinction between the kind of "true crime" book most people think about when hearing the phrase and a law enforcement memoir like this, which I think is a distinct subgenre. Anyway, the book was fine, I finished it, but I don't necessarily recommend it, and I think there are better books of this type out there.

Also, this is petty, but I feel the need to mention that at one point, when Holes is very pissed at the Orange County DA's Office (justifiably so, if his account is accurate), he comes out with this: "In all my years on the job, I had never had a DA's office intercede...Attorneys don't dictate investigations. They only get in the way." To which I can only say: Screw you too, buddy.

3) Alas! I still have not finished Mansfield Park.

4) Last post, I encouraged people who were able to do so to donate blood, and I've since found out about a very fun extra incentive: the "Blood Drive" prompt fest! If you donate blood (or any blood product); register as a marrow, stem cell, or organ donor; or volunteer at or help to organize a blood drive between December 1, 2025, and January 31, 2026, you can sign up and submit prompts for the fest; anyone can claim and fill prompts. (I'm not involved with organizing the fest in any way, but it seems like a fun idea, so I wanted to let people know about it.)

5) Finally, I doubt I have anything to say about what's happening in Minneapolis that everyone hasn't already heard from others. But I do want to share this list of organizations and mutual aid funds supporting immigrant communities in Minnesota right now, in case anyone hasn't seen it. (I've donated to the Midwest Immigration Bond Fund, the Immigrant Law Center of Minnesota, and La Guadalupana Community Support Fund.)

Daily Happiness

Jan. 26th, 2026 08:23 pm
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1. I did have a few brief periods of intense itchiness on my tattoo today but overall it has been less itchy than the past couple days so hopefully it's getting past the itching stage.

2. I don't know if it was one particular thing I ate yesterday or just a build-up of stuff that doesn't agree with me, but starting yesterday evening I've had some of the most painful bloating I've had in a while. I considered not going in to work this morning because of it, but ended up going in for the morning and then coming home after lunch because I just wasn't feeling any better. I'm finally starting to feel better now, still bloated but just normal uncomfortable bloating, not painful. I'm going to stay home tomorrow anyway (was already planning to because I'm expecting a large package to be delivered) but hopefully will be feeling better when I wake up.

3. One nice thing about coming home early is that I was finally able to get to the doctor's office for the blood draw I've been meaning to do all month. It's checking my hormone levels, so I have to do it halfway through the week from my injection, which means Monday. But the last couple Mondays I've had something else I needed to do and was unable to get over there. I had resigned myself to skipping today, too, because I had an early-ish meeting, but decided to go on my way home. So now that's out of the way at least.

4. Chloe's showing off her whiskers.

ahem

Jan. 26th, 2026 08:07 pm
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"FEMA told not to use the word 'ice' in storm mesaging to avoid confusion and online mockery" - CNN.

Yeah, because then this will happen:

Three Sentence Fics

Jan. 27th, 2026 01:31 pm
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I wrote a couple of fills for [community profile] threesentenceficathon. There could be more, but for now there's these two:

She Knows
Fandom: The Scarlet Pimpernel
Pairing: Percy/Marguerite
Rating: M
Prompt: she knows

Read more... )


Rumours
Fandom: Heated Rivalry
Characters: Hayden & Shane (Shane/Ilya implied)
Rating: G
Prompt: Have you heard the rumors about us? 

Read more... )

No time left.

Jan. 26th, 2026 08:24 pm
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Challenge #12

Make an appreciation post to those who enhance your fandom life. Appreciate them in bullet points, prose, poetry, a moodboard, a song... whatever moves you!


The first person I lost in fandom - really lost, not moving blogging platforms and falling out of touch, not drifting apart, not a falling-out so extreme there's no talking anymore - wasn't someone I knew well. I knew people who knew her well and we'd spoken in person at BASCon a couple times, and because we had nametags, we could greet each other easily. But between one year and another, something went wrong - complications with surgery, as I recall - and she wasn't there anymore.

I've since lost a lot more people. Some I'd spoken with frequently, some who were friends of friends. Some I knew by wallet name, some where I couldn't tell you any more than what fandoms we shared. Sometimes it was a surprise and sometimes it wasn't unexpected. A few times people told me, a few times I wondered about them and went to check and learned that way, a couple times it so happened I'd see something they'd made or stumble over their account and then learn they'd passed on years ago.

Late last month, someone I knew pretty well - we'd chat a few times a week, pass links onto each other - disappeared off Tumblr. Deactivating their blog, deleting their Archive of Our Own account. They'd been undergoing some fairly drastic health issues and had occasionally stepped away from the internet for weeks at a time, and after a few days of worry, it was seeing the deleted AO3 account that actually made me feel a bit better. Tumblr's a place where deactivation can happen willy-nilly, but AO3 requires deliberate effort. It let me tell myself they made the choice to step away as far as they could, rather than them leaving without providing a forwarding address. Tonight I found someone else I knew pretty well - we shared dinner in London once - who'd stopped posting over two years ago had their Tumblr account deactivated, also. Maybe they stepped far away. So I tell myself.

I knew I'd lose people someday. It's part and parcel of knowing people - knowing that they'll leave. When I got into fandom, I mostly made friends with people older than me; I've lately looked around and realized I'm mostly making friends with people my own age or younger. I don't know how long any of them are going to stay in my life. I know it's not going to last forever, or even as long as I'd wish it would. But I know they're here right now. And I know they've made my fandom life better, no matter how much time we had together.

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The wind is blowing the planes around

Jan. 26th, 2026 06:48 pm
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Mailing our census form back to the city turned out to be slightly more of a Shackletonian trek than I had prepared for, not because I had failed to notice the maze of sidewalks and driveways tunneled out of the snow-walls on our street or the thick-flocked snowfall that had restarted around sunset, but because I had expected some neighbor to have snowblown or at least shoveled the block with the post box on it. It stood amid magnificent, inviolate drifts. I waded. At 18 °F and wind chill, my hands effectively quit on me within five minutes, but even between their numbness and my camera's increasing preference not to, I did manage to take a couple of pictures I liked.

Laughter doesn't always mean. )

JSTOR showcased Laura Secord with the result that I had to listen, thanks these aeons ago to [personal profile] ladymondegreen, to Tanglefoot.

It is a sign of how badly the last three years in particular have accordioned into one another that my reaction to discovering last year's new album from Brivele was the pleased surprise that it followed so soon on their latest EP. I am intrigued that they cover the Young'uns' "Cable Street" (2017), which has for obvious reasons been on my mind.

I can find no further details on the secretary from the North Midlands who appears in the second half of this clip from This Week: Lesbians (1965), but if there was any justice in the universe the studio should have been besieged with letters from interested women, because in explaining the problems of dating, she's a complete delight. "Well, that's the difficulty. In a way, it means that I have to keep making friends with people because I can't find out unless I make friends with them and then if they are lesbian, there's hope for me, but even then there isn't hope unless they happen to take to me!"

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