#mysharkwillgoon

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Kimberly J Charles, A Seditious Affair; George Prochnik, The Porcupine Illusion; Millermeade Farms, How to Encourage a Hedgehog to Release a Bite; Kimberly J Charles, A Seditious Affair; Arthur Schopenhauer trans. Thomas Sanders, Parerga und Paralipomena sec. 396; a dick joke

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Consider also:

“No!” shouted Toad. “I cannot do that.”

“Why not?” asked Frog.

“Because,” wailed Toad, “running after my list is not one of the things that I wrote on my list of things to do!”

“Blah,” said Toad.

“I cannot remember any of the things that were on my list of things to do. I will just have to sit here and do nothing,” said Toad.

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mysharkwillgoon replied to your post: mysharkwillgoon replied to your post

It is just so obvious when the writer isn't actually interested in writing their f/f novella, and it's like, it's not 2002 anymore I shouldn't have to be grateful you're deigning to do it? Courtney Milan's m/m short had the same feeling, and the sample I read of her latest was really unfortunate so I don't have high hopes for the whole thing. The Olivia Waite sounds very promising though, and I'm keeping fingers crossed that my girl KJ comes through once more!

This exactly. I got the same vibe from the Milan m/m, as well as the Alyssa Cole f/f from that same collection. And the Milan f/f so far is really not good at all. I’m decidedly lukewarm on the romance novel style in general, so that’s definitely a part of it; I really don’t read any m/f (or at least have not successfully managed to get all the way through an m/f) so potentially what this is telling me is that I just don’t like romance novels in general (very possible!). But I can’t shake how perfunctory about all these f/f novellas seem. I’m pleased that at least the Waite and KJC are full-length, though, and my fingers remain extremely crossed.

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Yeah, the title led me astray, too. Now that I've gone through it more carefully, I only ended up adding a couple of titles to the maybe-if-I-encounter them list. A disappointment! (I guess I'll just have to reread Life Mask: a terrible hardship.)

I too have been contemplating a Life Mask reread recently; it’s just the most satisfying amid the sea (shallow pond?) of questionably-written f/f.

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I had the same thought, it was a lot of side characters in m/m as well? If you're looking at Treason of Truths for scifi, I'm in the middle of it and it's fine but the romance is minimal -- much more scifi political intrigue.

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@mysharkwillgoon​ yeah, which makes me think this entire list is probably not really what I was looking for. But Treason of Truths is one of the titles I jotted down; in this case, less romancy sounds like it would be a plus.

Yeah, unfortunately that list was what none of us were looking for (and really did include an odd amount of m/m). Alas scifi political intrigue is really not my thing, though the relationship itself sounds like it might be; this is I think going on the back-burner tbr.

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mysharkwillgoon replied to your post “i’m halfway through season 2 of supernatural and i’m reminded of how...”

might I suggest my preferred way of viewing supernatural in the dark times when one chooses to do so: skip as many Sam scenes as possible and read the wikipedia summaries to fill in! It really makes some later seasons fly.

this is definitely going to be my approach to season 4 which i distinctly remember as unbearably long and frustrating because jared padalecki did not wash his hair once in the whole 22 episodes. what a waste of a decent character honestly.

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Rick&

Dom&

Dave&

Frankie&

Gabe&

Jules.

Silas, to Harry: “and that’s why people don’t have children anymore.” 

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mysharkwillgoon replied to your post: Richard Week 2k19, day nine.

TWO! Remember Christmas? Gosh how many times can a threesome be used to poorly “solve” a twosome’s intimacy questions. Answer: infinity.

Richard Week 2k19, day nine, afternoon ii: 

"Shut up." Stephen, to stop her hands from going to Pastern's throat, presses her fingertips together. Practice, practice, practice. "Shut up."

"You can make me if you mean it." Stephen knows that. She could knock Pastern back on her heels. Push her down. Hold her there. Cut her ankle into slices the width of a waterlily bloom. Unfolding, unfurling, blood and a snarl. Lucien had accompanied her to the Nymphaea house at Kew not two weeks ago. They'd gone for a purpose, hadn't they? To see something. A rare bloom. Not one of the giant Victoria lilypads. Those can bear the weight of a lady and can be torn by a falling leaf. She can do anything she wants to do to Pastern. "You think you could do it? Backhand me. Make me stop. Or is that too close to being the villain?" Pastern licks her lower lip.

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mysharkwillgoon replied to your post “Richard Week 2k19, day nine.”

hello I am back not making tacos because also: the prime terrible threesome that is "Eustacia tells Cirencester that Richard is sleeping with David and his first thought is 'but what does the woman he's having the affair with think??'", by which I mean Cirencester briefly thinks his brother is having threesomes with a married woman AND an employee, meaning that bargaining down to just the employee is easy peasy acceptable.

thank you for not making tacos, for they are only temporary but Richard’s terrible threesomes are forever. 

I would also like to preserve the speculation that while Richard tortuously comes out to Philip and it’s a ghastly conversation because it’s so painful even as Philip pats Richard’s back (they, uncharacteristically, hug) and says ‘oh, Richard, oh it’s going to be alright,” Philip still doesn’t think that Richard’s out. After Richard and David have coupled up, she dutifully mentions, “see, my PA, David, and I, we’re going to Paris this summer. The city of love, you know” and Philip tells Eustacia that his sister is working her assistant much too hard, what if one of them gets married? Richard’s already such a workaholic, she’ll throw herself into her job once David leaves.

whereas Stephen Day carefully only says "work colleagues” even though some of her colleagues unselfconsciously refer to their “girls nights out” and “girl crushes” and Esther and Dan are always asking if she’d like to join them, they’re going to roller derby, they’re seeing the new movie about Edna St Vincent Millay, is there anyone she’d like to bring to dinner because it would be great to meet her friends. Stephen has no friends, she keeps her personal life separate from her work life. 

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won't be idle with despair

our household, this evening: 

tuv: your challenge for 2019 is to write a story for every line of Jewel’s song “Hands.’

@mysharkwillgoon: “Larry definitely wears trousers.”

And then IT APPEARED IN MY DRAFTS, LIKE MAGIC, because everything is real and I really like it!

Laurence stood in her drawers and stays before the wardrobe, feeling defeated. Not an unusual feeling, to be sure, but a disappointing one nonetheless. She frowned and sighed, resolving herself. The wardrobe would have to be opened one way or another, and she didn't need Georgie seeing her face when she did so. Georgie had already seen too much of her, there was no need to show her dismay at what ought to be yet another simple task. Another thing that would bring a woman joy, were she not born to a... a legacy of abnormality.

There was nothing to be done. Georgie had invited Simon here, and she would do her duty. She would put on whatever gowns had been purchased, sit at the table in the newly decorated dining room, and ask Simon about school. She would simply need to hold off her oddities until the end of the holidays.

Laurence wished she believed that was possible. She could already feel the walls closing in around her.

For now, though, all she had to do was open the cabinet door. Reaching one hand -- overlarge for a lady, unseemly like the rest of her -- for the doorknob, she through the door open at once. Inside, though, she did not see any of the fine gowns she'd dreaded, no lace, no fichus sitting gauzily. Her eye caught on a small paper with her name, sitting on a package at the bottom of the cupboard. It was in Georgie's hand.

"Just put them on and come to dinner. I'll gladly help you remove them after. -GT"

And beneath it... Laurence could scarcely believe her eyes. Two pairs of fashionably tailored breeches, along with shirts and waistcoats to match. It was absurd, the thought of wearing this to see her son. If anyone saw the talk of the mad Lady Radnor would reach levels never before seen. And yet Georgie had left them for her. Georgie, who had so carefully set this up with a keen eye for propriety, for Simon to have a respectable family holiday in this crumbling purgatory of a house. Georgie would not have done this if she didn't think it would be... acceptable, at the least.

In any case, there were no other options. It was this or her usual old garments, and Georgie was correct -- those certainly would not do. Laurence pulled the new breeches on over her drawers, opening her mouth in surprise at their fit. Tighter than her usual family cast-offs, to be sure, but not enough so for discomfort. Once again, Georgie had paid more attention than Laurence had realized. Once again, she didn't quite know what to make of it.

She chewed her lip lightly at the thought, letting her mind wander to the thought of Georgie's attentive eyes on her as she pulled on the shirt, and Georgie's hands in place of hers as she buttoned the delicate buttons of the waistcoat.

It was nearly too much, looking at herself in the mirror. Was this how Georgie saw her? What Georgie believed she could be? All Laurence knew for certain was that she had dallied enough. She was late to dinner.