hello! I read heart of stone a while back (via libby/overdrive/my local library) and I absolutely loved it! I was wondering if there is going to be a sequel?
Heart of Stone on GoodReads
Aaaah, thank you so much, I'm so glad when works of mine are accessed through local library programmes!
There isn't going to be a sequel focusing on just Theophilus and Henry, but there are several longer works of mine where they'll feature as characters - because the majority of my works occur in the same universe, as I write more novels and longer narratives, you'll see certain characters crop up in different stories and series, but of course, that will be cross-genre.
In the next Angels book after Powder and Feathers, we're going to be exploring Genesius and Marcellus' modern-era isolation, and as well as Asmodeus, Jean-Pierre, Aimé, and Colm from one side, we'll be having a lot of Theophilus and Henry on the other.
Theo and Henry also feature heavily in a darker fantasy piece featured around a magical hotel in Bristol and plays a lot with fae and destiny elements, although I've had that piece on ice for a little while, where they are mentors to the protagonist.
you might have answered this somewhere before, but what's the story behind calling it radio free monday?
Oh, the question comes up every few years but if I can't find the old answers to it on tumblr I don't expect anyone else to :D
Radio Free Monday was created in response to a very old wank about fandom fundraisers; prior to roughly 2005, it wasn't the acceptable and common occurrence it is today. I was asked to publicize some fundraisers and I did so, but (as happens with popular blogs) that started a spiral where every time I posted one, I got requests to post three more. It wasn't just that I could reach a largeish audience within fandom, but also that my posting fundraisers gave them a kind of weight, legitimizing both the need and the ask. The dilemma became how to share all these fundraising posts while not becoming a fundraising-post blog, which would lower my readership and thus get those donation requests to fewer people. So I decided to do a once-weekly links roundup.
I decided since I was going to be posting on Mondays I would call it Radio Free Monday; I used the Radio Free title mostly on a whim, because I thought it sounded cool. "Radio Free" is actually primarily a term for a propaganda tool; the CIA began setting up "Radio Free [country]" all over the world so that they would have a broadcast presence in countries of "special interest" to the US intelligence apparatus. You can get an idea of the history at the Radio Free Europe article here.
It's had some evolutions since then; until I introduced the form, people would just comment on a post or email me, and I had to keep all the requests together and make sure I had all the data. The form allows me to weed out fakers (they generally won't bother filling out a form, even a very simple one that doesn't capture any information involuntarily), make sure I always get the pronouns right, and ensure that I never have to go chasing down a URL. I still code it all by hand, but because I have a spreadsheet, the coding has gone down from "roughly two hours on Sunday night" to "roughly forty minutes on Monday morning".
(Funny story: since instituting the form in 2014, the fact that I ask for pronouns and include they/them as an option has led to two nonbinary awakenings and one trans coming-out that I'm aware of.)
So yeah -- mostly "it sounded cool" combined with "seemed kinda apt" :D
I have no idea if this is something that exists, but is there a newsletter somewhere that sends you the weekly torah reading and a bunch of articles/arguments about the reading? I need more good faith arguments in my life and this seems like a reasonably effective way of getting them (and I get to learn more about judaism. win win)
This is definitely something that exists! I currently am subscribed to the URJ's Ten Minutes of Torah email list, that's a good place to start, and if anyone wants to recommend others I strongly encourage it
You asked for prompts, so how about jaskier/geralt unexpected skill (can he slash or gen)
Drabble #2! (I’m so sorry these are taking forever 💜)
A Cut Above the Rest
Pairing: Jaskier/Geralt
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,371
"So there I was: pants down around my ankles, half-blinded by ink, my precious lute the only thing standing between me and a certain death via cuckolding. Well, I don't need to tell you that death was the preferable option. To destroy one's instrument is tantamount to destroying one's soul and the day I use my darling as a second-rate bludgeoning weapon is the day you need to cart me off to the hospital, Geralt. In fact, that would be a damn useful form of identification, wouldn't it? Okay, should we ever be in a position where a doppler is attempting to swindle you with my perfect visage, you need only imply that a single pass is sufficient for tuning and if I don't immediately chastise you then you'll know—”
"You don't need to do that."
Jaskier paused in the act of pushing his bangs out of his face. A second later he scoffed. "Geralt, if you really think that after everything we've been through there isn't at least a chance of that happening...."
"I mean your hair."
It was far from their first misunderstanding. Jaskier's thoughts tended to meander, backtrack, tangle together until you were navigating a maze rather than a conversation. Geralt knew he was unlikely to hear how Jaskier had escaped one of his more violent persurers, nor would they likely finish developing a contingency plan for rogue dopplers. That was what had first drawn him to Jaskier. Not his beauty or even his talent for music—a witcher didn't care for such things. Rather, it was his ability to change and abandon topics at the drop of a coin, yet never hesitated to pick another back up again. Jaskier wanted to talk to him.
Geralt could count on one hand the number of people who could say the same.
He smiled, a tiny quirk of the lips across the fire, hidden by shadows. Jaskier was now engrossed in examining the rat's nest that had taken up residence on the top of his head. The sides were so long that when he pulled them front they hung past his nose. "Geralt Roger Eric—"
"Don't."
"—du Haute-Bellegarde—"
"I regret telling you that."
"Are you trying to insinuate that there's something wrong with my luxurious locks?"
Geralt snorted. "Not insinuating, telling, because there's nothing luxurious about them right now. Neither of us have had a real bath in weeks. You haven't had a cut in months. It's a fucking mess." He enjoyed the comically gaping mouth for a moment. "Unless you're planning to grow it out?" He fingered his own white hair, now down past his shoulders.
Jaskier seemed to consider it. "I could braid it..."
"You won't."
"I might!"
"You just want to braid mine."
Instantly Jaskier had cleared a foot between them, elbows on his knees and hands clasped. He went so far as to pout. "Can I?"
"No."
There was much grumbling as Geralt stood, placing hands on the small of his back to hear the popping there. He snatched up their shared satchel and dug to the bottom, past extra shirts and dried fruit to reach the pouch he'd stashed away. It was easy to miss and by Jaskier's expression he'd never stumbled across it before.
"I can cut yours though," Geralt said, drawing the string to reveal three scissors, a comb, and a bottle of oil. "If you want."
"You can cut hair?"
Everything was divided into pre and post in Geralt's mind. Pre-meeting Jaskier. Post first kiss. Pre-that winter night together. Post the scar on his left thigh, taking an arrow so Jaskier wouldn't have to. There was a time—far back in the pre-version of his world—when those words would have caused him to shrink back, fleeing from perceived rejection. Of course Jaskier didn't want Geralt to touch him. Of course he wasn't good for cutting with anything other than a blade. Now though, happily drifting in the post of it all, Geralt just raised an eyebrow.
"I can do a lot of things you don't know about."
"So you keep insisting. Funny how you have trouble proving it."
Lair. He'd proven a great deal just an hour before, Jaskier splayed out on their bedroll, making enough ruckus to scare off the wildlife. His look sent Jaskier chuckling as Geralt retrieved what was left of their water.
A worthy sacrifice and if it meant Geralt had to hike back to the stream before morning, so be it. He let the container warm by the fire for a moment, stretching his hands. Summer was just around the corner and in truth they didn't need the fire at all, but the extra heat had encouraged them both to keep their shirts off and it wasn't as if Geralt was about to complain about that.
Water warm, Jaskier dipped his head as Geralt poured the skein directly over his head. The spluttering was music to his ears.
"You're supposed to wet it gently!"
"Oh? You're an expert?"
"More than you it seems if you can't even get me properly wet... wait. Bad phrasing. Or good phrasing. Not sure you deserve a round two though—ow!"
Geralt sat and pulled Jaskier against him, just leaving enough room to begin combing through the strands. "You're a child. Even Lambert didn't fuss this much."
"Lambert?"
"Asshole. Prick. Once used a shirt of yours to wipe his ass."
A string of curses sounded through the night air. Geralt simply hummed and continued untangling a particularly troublesome knot.
"I know who Lambert is, thank you," Jaskier said. "I'm just trying to picture a scenario where you, Lambert, and a pair of scissors doesn't end in a bloodbath."
A fair enough assumption. "Probably would be like that if we hadn't been doing this since we were kids." Geralt splayed a hand against Jaskier's neck, encouraging him to dip his head forward again. The light was long gone and the fire now dying, but Geralt didn't need either to see. He chose the smallest pair of scissors and set to work. "There used to be a lot more of us... before the attack, the trials. Vesemir said he didn't have time to deal with us all so everyone learned to cut hair and you got three choices after that: wear it long, cut it yourself, or get a brother to do it for you. We realized after leaving Kaer Morhen that a decent cut went over better with employers, so we'd practice each winter. Got pretty damn good at it too."
Jaskier cast a knowing look over his shoulder. "And goes over better in the brothels?"
"Hold still."
"My dear Geralt, is that a lack of denial I hear?"
He tugged sharply on a clump of wet hair, soaking up the laugh it produced.
Geralt worked steadily, but with an appreciation that drew a simple trim out into an indulgence for the both of them. Once Jaskier had accused Geralt of petting him like he did Roach which was... not an entirely inaccurate comparison. Luckily, both seemed to enjoy it. It was easy enough to shorten his hair so it was no longer getting in his eyes, much harder though to cease playing with it.
Still, there were other ways to spend one's night.
"There."
"All done?"
"Mmhm."
Jaskier ran a hand through his hair, encouraging the strands to curl. Geralt took advantage of his distraction and lay his chin on Jaskier's shoulder, pressing a kiss beneath his chin.
"Do you like it?" he asked, tasting smoke against skin.
"How should I know? It's not like I carry a mirror with me."
He could have easily made some crack about Jaskier's vanity, but the night was warm and his tolerance inexplicably high. Besides, anything Jaskier might have had to say about his own beauty was true enough. The moonlight confirmed it and though a normal witcher might not care for such things... Geralt had never been a normal witcher.
"Then I guess you'll just have to trust me."
Jaskier might have whispered a "Very well," but if he did it was lost between them, Geralt's lips on his and one hand twined in his hair.
1. Can you help me find a fic where, through the ages, aziraphale and crowley are there for each other when the world tragedies and the commendations get to be too much, and after big tragedies they decide together who will take the credit before their superiors? ~ @avidreaderffn
2. There's a fic where crowley describes loneliness as feeling like your ribs are eating your heart and I'm hoping you might have a link somewhere? ~ @magic-gps
3. Hi! I’m looking for a fic I lost some time ago. It was post canon, long one shot.. It started with Crowley at Aziraphale’s bookshop, hurt by Hastur with holy water. Aziraphale took him to his bedroom and let him sleep. Then Hastur came to the bookshop and Aziraphale threatened him. Please help me find it!! Than you :) ~ anon
4. Hey there! I sent an ask but I think it got eaten. I’m looking for a fic I read a bit ago, and I can’t find it for the life of me. I remember there’s a scene where crowley tries to get hastur to help him preen, only for hastur to grab handfuls of Crowley’s feathers and tear them out? The fic was mainly about how crowley hasn’t had much positive touch in 6000 years, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. If you need more info abt the fic let me know, thank you so much!! ~ @3dkind
5. I think my previous ask got eaten by tumblr. I've been trying to find a fic where aziraphale becomes a london cryptid, along with his goth husband, who for some reason is never seen in the same place as the giant pet snake ~ @mothmason
If you know one of these fics, please use the number in your response! Thank you!
more adventures in reluctant kink discovery?? pls tell me more
absolutely!
so that one is a sequel/second chapter for afternoon showers that i've been kind of picking at for a while, featuring jaskier having a frustrated wank, trying unsuccessfully to exorcise his piss kink demons and just getting increasingly annoyed-horny over how unbothered geralt is by bodily functions XD
I've written a few scenes of it but i'm toying with the idea of making it a couple of new chapters rather than just one, we'll see ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ either way there will be a truly enormous amount of jaskier getting flustered and reluctantly turned on haha
did you guys stop posting photos of every binder you made? I get that it's a time commitment, but I really liked all the pretty photos and the way it showed all the possible combinations of options
We totally did. We’re delighted to be so busy that we can’t make time for extra things like photos and posting anymore, and also, I kind of miss it too. Tumblr also made it harder to upload big photosets, which didn’t help.
Here’s a recently-made Extra-Gay Plaid binder just for you.
so my choir sang at the san francisco world aids day [celebration? memorial? both? something else entirely?] thing and they had a bunch of quilt squares up, including the first one from 1987 and I was wondering if you wanted to see the photos I took (someone put a tv monitor right in front of the original panel so I couldn't get a good photo of the entire thing, but I did the best I could)
