#heartofoshun

[silmarillionwritersguild]

In Memory of Oshun

We have sad news to share: Our longtime member and friend, @heartofoshun, passed away today. Oshun was an early member of the SWG and the lead writer for our Character of the Month biographies, as well as a brilliant author who wrote Maedhros/Fingon before "Russingon" was a word and when it was still slightly scary to (at least publicly) do so.

Oshun was an amazing friend: always with the time to comment or reach out, welcoming to newcomers, and with a bold sense of humor. She worked for social justice causes for all of her life and had so much love and care for the people around her.

We've set up a GoFundMe to help Oshun's family with funeral and other expenses at this sorrowful time. She leaves behind a daughter, son, and grandchildren. If you wish to donate, you can do so here. Signal boosts are also appreciated.

Oshun, we will miss you and love you always. ❤️

[figureskatingfanblog]

heartofoshun replied to your post “”

only yuzuru can get a world record and still be underscored --seriously! what was not worthy of a 5?

Exactly. But they don’t want to give him the score he deserves.

@heartofoshun

[veliseraptor]

Fanfic trope - cuddle for warmth

I sort of wrote this one once way back in the day for Steve/Loki, and more recently for Felix and Mildmay. but I would absolutely write it again, and the better question is who I wouldn’t write it for. Like. I would do it again for Steve/Loki for sure, but I’d also do it for Thor and Loki, or Valkyrie and Loki, or (actually) Celegorm and Curufin, off the top of my head, could be fun, or more Felix and Mildmay (why not) or, idk. I could probably keep going.

anyway it’s a good trope, I like cuddling, I like writing characters cuddling, it’s great if they don’t like each other also so thinking about opportunities like that = good.

[send me a fic trope and I’ll tell you if I’d write it/who I’d write it for]

[avantegarda]

WIP Ask Game -- 2: Post a line from your WIP with no context. 4: Describe the setting of your WIP. 6: Search for the word "dream" in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.

2. PS: Is Kitti still refusing to kill spiders? I know she respects them for killing insects, but she really must understand that if they are not going pay rent they have no business building homes inside our flat. 

4. The setting of this book is Vienna in 1869, partially for good reasons and partially because of 69. The main things that are around are coffee, good music, and fancy-ass palaces. 

6. “Not, perhaps, the most ladylike or polite of maneuvers. And yes, she would absolutely apologize to Ludwig the next time she saw him. But it was late, and she was exhausted, and suddenly her bed seemed like the most wonderful place in Vienna.Besides, she had a lot of dreaming to do.”

The context is that it’s Marta’s birthday party and she’s being horny on main over the hot guy in the orchestra, as we all do from time to time. Her sort-of-friend Ludwig, who is supposed to be the one who marries her, is trying to do some wooing but our girl is not having it.

[bomberqueen17]

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aimmyarrowshigh replied to your post “I got back from vacation a few days ago and have been lurking in tiny...”

It also might be an abdominal or groin or hip problem that's presenting as back pain in certain positions? I have a wonky hip that I had no idea was my hip (upper pelvis way on the side, actual hipbone-hip) being wonky bc it made my tailbone hurt so badly whenever I was sitting down bc of the way the ligaments were pulling. Bodies are weird. If you can get a referral to a physical therapist, I feel like they're miracle workers for "I hurt but don't know why" pains

librarychick94 replied to your post “I got back from vacation a few days ago and have been lurking in tiny...”

Vionics are good. Zappos has free shipping and free returns. https://www.zappos.com/vionic-sandals

heartofoshun replied to your post “I got back from vacation a few days ago and have been lurking in tiny...”

I hope everything feels better soon. I have chronic problems of that sort and it is draining. I have heard the foot thing you have is improved by walking barefoot. Not something you are likely to be able to do around the farm. Maybe flip-flops?

alessandriana replied to your post “I got back from vacation a few days ago and have been lurking in tiny...”

This is the kind of thing I mean: https://www.amazon.com/Original-Body-Roller-Back-Myofascial/dp/B07HCWX9DM/

alessandriana replied to your post “I got back from vacation a few days ago and have been lurking in tiny...”

Alternatively maybe try and see if stretching it out helps... if you have something kind of large and cylindrical you can lie on top of it and roll it down your spine and that can sometimes help. Don't do this if you think it will hurt, obv.

alessandriana replied to your post “I got back from vacation a few days ago and have been lurking in tiny...”

Does it feel like it's in the spine? The way you describe the cracking and how sometime it helps and sometimes it doesn't makes it sound to me like you might have something out of alignment, in which case a chiropractor would likely be of help.

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I’m just putting my replies at the end because the formatting gets so fucked-up with the crossposter and such, and it’s always been wonky on the blue hellsite anyway. The pain has largely worked itself out in the days it’s taken me to reply to all these, but it has done so in interesting ways and through a number of efforts on my part, so I definitely need to look further into this.

@aimmyarrowshigh It’s definitely a hip problem, and started out that way, and it’s definitely too complex for me to figure out what the underlying thing is. I absolutely need to get a referral to a physical therapist but that uh mumble would involve figuring out my PCP and like making sure I still have insurance and such. (Ugh.)

Something that sort of haunts me is that I remember when I was like seven or eight the pediatrician checked my spine and said i had a very mild scoliosis curvature that should be monitored, and it never amounted to anything before I got kicked off my parents’ insurance, but that’s literally what scoliosis does, it waits until you’re middle-aged and fucks up your entire life, so. (My grandma had a literal hump on her back, and my aunt has a sideways curvature that means one leg is two inches longer than the other, so it’s not like my family doesn’t have precedent for this. We just didn’t really forsee that I’d have worse access to medicine my whole life than my grandmother, who was born in 1912. Doctors watched her spine curve and didn’t know how to fix it, instead of me where just nobody’s watching it and the cure is probably hundreds of thousands of dollars and will get me booted from all plans for a pre-ex if I try. *jazz hands* dystopia!!!)

@librarychick94 vionics!! I was washing eggs with a friend of the farm and she’d suffered from plantar fasciitis and gave me a bunch of recs and I forgot to write them all down but that was definitely one of them, I’m glad to know the name!

@heartofoshun  In this case, I actually think flip-flops caused the problem-- it’s always worst when I’ve been running around in them, as I usually do at the farm. I wore my heavy rubber work boots several days this week despite the heat, and it helped a ton. Alas, in this case!

@alessandriana oh a bunch of roller derby peeps swore by those muscle rollers.

IDK, but I might try. Thanks for the rec!

[absynthe--minded]

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absynthe–minded: I like to think that scholarly Faramir also read poetry in Quenya.

Oh, I’m sure he did. In fact I think he and Aragorn probably had the greatest command of the language out of all Minas Tirith (Faramir from dedicated self-study, Aragorn from living with Glorfindel “If you’re gonna sail West, you’ll need to know Quenya, so I’m speaking that and nothing else for a week” Balrogsbane.)

[hhimring]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Maedhros, Azaghâl Additional Tags: Dragon-helm of Dor-lomin, Dialogue, Drabble, Friendship Summary:

Maedhros and Azaghal discuss helmets in general and one in particular

This just got a kudos on AO3. So I decided to do a re-post, because why not?

My earlier fic on the Dragon-helm was “Dwarvish Thinking”, where these two are just getting to know each other. In this drabble, Maedhros and Azaghal have become friends. 

It was inspired by Oshun’s bio of Azaghal and paintings of the two together by daLomacchi and megatruh (all linked from the fic on AO3).

[dawnfelagund]

Snowflake Challenge: Day Two

Here, if you missed it. :)

In your own space, share a favorite memory about fandom: the first time you got into fandom, the last time a fanwork touched your heart, crazy times with fellow fans (whether on-line or off-line), a lovely comment you’ve received or have left for someone.

Okay, @heartofoshun will probably kill me because I mentioned this recently and she complained that I will never let her forget it ... but it really is one of my favorite fandom memories!

So Oshun and I presented two years in a row at the New York Tolkien Conference. It seemed like we always got ourselves in trouble there! I always felt like, representing fandom, we were the hillbilly cousins at the family reunion: too loud, too irreverent, and having too much lowbrow fun. (Actually, Oshun presented on a proper scholarly topic the first year, but I presented on fanfiction both times; we co-presented on fanfiction archives the second year.)

Anyway, the first year, we had just sat in on the last paper session, a fascinating paper about Tolkien’s illustrations by Anna Smol. Anna and I had corresponded earlier in the year, so I hung back to say hi. Then we went to the bathroom. Then we schlepped up the stairs to the seventh floor of Baruch College to the closing session. By the time we arrived at the final event for the day, the doors were shut. And locked.

The NYTC had gotten a Tolkien-themed musical act for the final session of the day. They only allowed ten minutes of passing time between the last presentation and the musical performance, and between saying hi to Anna, needing to pee, and then needing to take it slow on the stairs, we missed out. Now me: I have anxiety around inconveniencing people or asking for help or accommodation. I would have sat outside the performance, trying to listen through the door, and felt sorry for myself and missed everything. Not Oshun. She is much ballsier than me, having grown up in a time when women had to kick ass to be heard.

So she knocks on the door. No answer. So she bangs on the door with her fist. By now, I’m mortified. We can hear faint strains of music coming from the lecture hall. I’m pretty sure I was mumbling something like “ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod” into my palm. Eventually, one of the organizers opens the door and hisses at us, “We are in the middle of a musical performance!” but lets us in. (Probably figuring we’ll do less damage if she does.) I make myself as small as I can and find a seat next to Mr. Felagund, who was not late and saved us seats (and told me, “As soon as I heard the banging on the door, I knew it was you!” OMG.)

When we sit down, Oshun leans over and whispers to me, “What do they think this is, the fucking Metropolitan Opera?”

Now that enough time has passed that I am no longer mortified, I find the memory hilarious and it reminds me why I love Oshun so much too. We both tend toward omg!drama in our lives sometimes, but I handle emotional distress by huddling behind my light therapy lamp and writing woebegone journal entries and Oshun goes and kicks doors in. (Some of her irritation with that episode has also worn off on me. Even without the brief social stop and bathroom break, it was highly unlikely that, lacking full mobility as we did that day, we were going to make it on time, and that was cruddy. The next year, to the organizers’ credit, after I pointed this out to them, the passing times were longer.)

The next year, Oshun, @marta-bee, and I got out of a session early, so we were in the hall, pretty much squeeing over fanfiction, and someone popped out of a room and shushed us. It wasn’t as bad as the Door-Banging Incident of 2015, but it did reinforce for me that apparently Tolkienfic writers are incapable of behaving when we get together, even just two of us.