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[liesmyth]

5, 17, 19

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5. What genre did you read the most of? My calibre library tells me it's nonfiction

17. Did any books surprise you with how good they were? I said this before but I randomly checked out a collection of Konstantinos Kavafis's poems at the library bc they were left unshelved on a table and I absolutely loved it.

19. Did you use your library? Shoutout to the interlibrary loan true MVP

[isagrimorie]

There's such a huge age difference between Tom and Janeway, though! It's hard for me to believe they really intended a romance between a guy and a woman old enough to be his mother. 90s TV was not that brave.

That's a good point, especially in the 90s when they treat a 40-year-old woman like she's already, I dunno they're senior citizens. The panic people get on TV when they reach their 30s is unbelievable, and one, unfortunately, I internalized.

Still, I think maybe the potential of romantic frisson might be something that the actors might have come up with.

It's interesting to wonder what Genevieve Bujold's Janeway's vibe was like with Tom Paris. I feel that would have less romantic vibes, I think Kathryn Janeway's genuine enjoyment of Tom Paris's bad-boy vibe might be all Kate Mulgrew.

"90s TV was not that brave."

Truer words!

[paradoxcase]

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

I THINK the theory is that John's closest friends became the Necros, and their companions/spouses/relatives became the cavs...and he would rather spend 10,000 years with the former than the latter...so THEY got to be Necros, with the power, and then Lyctors.

Oh, I don't mean that the cavaliers should have been the necromancers or anything like that, I mean that it would have worked out better if the necromancers had wound up in the cavaliers' bodies, they still would have been the same people, just in different bodies

Heh. AIM (AOL Instant Messenger) and Emma Sen (MSN Messenger). Also, I think Pash expected We Suffer to be executed by BoE, or a faction at least.

Oh, that's incredibly silly, I hope there's more to it than that. Anyway, AIM is the name of the messaging system, not the name of a message

I originally thought that was what Pash meant, but then We Suffer started saying goodbye to everyone like she wasn't going to see them again

Some speculation is that the message is 'too simple for typical humans to understand' is because it is a binary message of 1s and 0s, but I think that's a stretch.

@jods-duplicitous-sluts:

There are also theories about the message being incoded in RNA or DNA... so too simple [building block of life] but also unable for a human to understand without tech to decode it.

The DNA/RNA idea is pretty interesting. There's also the chip that Palamedes found that still hasn't been explained yet

Also Paul is planning on coming back for the 6th house. The actual station and all the population are still on the outskirts of the system. Hence the "see you soon"

But they're probably not going back into the tunnel under New Rho, though, right? Nona described all of the oversight board getting put back into the truck

@turtletotem:

Kind of the only way I can deal with Paul's existence is by thinking of them as Palamedes and Camilla's child. Maybe they think of themself that way, too, thus calling P & C "them" instead of "we."

Yeah, that sounds like a good way to think of it

[ruby-nexis]

So I got some inspiration from a fic which will have the link below!!

Have some Turtle Tot Leo and Donnie content!! My first time publishing my art so hope you enjoy!! :)

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

[roosterbox]

@turtletotem

Ahem.

Steve and Eddie, from Stranger Things.

These two adorable fuckers. I blame @5ftjewishcactus because they reblog the nicest things, and I could only resist for so long.

I’m probably not gonna watch Stranger Things, like, ever? Especially not with knowing how things actually went for these guys. But still. The fanfics are fucking cute. I don’t even know what their voices sound like, lmao.

[gerec]

25, 28, 57, 91. Charles and Erik only know each other online through their fanfic. They decide to road trip to a con together, but when they get to the hotel there’s only one bed!

They take turns driving the 12+ hours it takes to get from New York to Chicago, and it's alternately the most thrilling and the most aggravating experience Charles has ever had in his entire life. It's a pleasant surprise at first to find that Erik - or Magneto, as Charles has known him for the past five years - is every bit as smart and acerbically funny in real life as he is online. Unfortunately, he's also just as opinionated and moody, which is much less tolerable when you can't get away from it by simply turning off the computer. There's no changing his mind about anything - not music, food, politics, or the best Star Trek captain (obviously Picard not Kirk) - and Charles is rapidly regretting the impulse to reach out and offer to meet and hang together at this year's Ace Comic Con Midwest.

(If not for their Meet and Greet with Chris Evans aka Captain America - who just happens to play THE BEST AVENGER and the only thing they've agreed on in their entire offline acquaintance thus far - Charles might have been tempted much earlier to turn the car around and head straight back to New York.)

As it is, after 15 hours on the road, then trying to find parking, navigating through hordes of fellow convention goers with their luggage and waiting almost an hour to check-in, Charles is ready to scream when the front desk clerk tells him that they've lost his room reservation.

"Why don't you just bunk with me?" Erik says with a shrug, like sharing a room is the same as sharing a car, and it's no big deal that they'd also have to share a Queen bed. Like it's just so easy not to stare at your companion's broad shoulders and rugged good looks, and not imagine them pinning you down and kissing you senseless before ravishing you on the (omg there's only one!) bed. "I promise I don't bite."

It's going to be a very long two days, Charles thinks, as he follows Erik towards the bank of elevators to 'their' room on the second floor.

Drop a ship (or threesome, poly, etc.) along with 2 to 4 elements in my askbox to request a mini fic!

[anghraine]

Have you ever played Marrying Mr. Darcy? It's a bit like constructing a wild P&P alternate universe with the help of your friends and pure chance, and I find it great fun.

I have! My good friend @tulinlina found it for me when it first came out, and though that version was damaged in a move, a grad school friend from my MA program was reminded of me and got it for me (not knowing anything about the other version!).

I really enjoy it, both as a game in its own right and the way it takes on P&P (even if I'm predictably *mutter mutter* about some of the more fanon-y character designs). Like, the idea that if you play as Lydia and try to marry Darcy, you actually lose points—that's a lot of fun.

[kaydeefalls]

Boden's Mate

Aw, yeah, Boden's Mate my beloved! Thank you @turtletotem! <3

This fic came out of a prompt on the X-Men First Class kinkmeme, which asked for an Inception crossover and I THINK suggested Charles as the extractor and Erik as his point man, and I was like, nah, Erik is more fun as an extractor (given his, y'know, Nazi-killing revenge tour), but if you swap in Erik for Cobb, then...uh...obviously Charles becomes Mal. And then I wrote 80k of fic over the space of about 7 weeks.

That is the ONLY fic I've ever written (and likely ever will) that I was posting more or less in real time as I wrote, a scene every single day for those seven weeks. It was INSANE. I was working two jobs at the time -- receptionist for a nonprofit by day, assistant stage manager on a particular show by night -- and I wrote that fic in manic spurts both between fielding phone calls during my day job and on my laptop backstage in the evenings. I didn't have days off, since day job was Mon-Fri and then eight shows a week Tues-Sun. The show was already running by the time I started writing the fic, and kept getting extended for a month beyond its original scheduled run, but fortunately it was a 90-min play with no intermission or scene changes, so all my work as ASM was preshow setup, one weird backstage special effects moment near the end, and then postshow cleanup. Which meant I had a solid hour-plus backstage with nothing to do except be on headset in case of emergency: prime writing time.

Those couple of months are a HAZE in my memories. All I did was work and write, and post my daily scenes to the kinkmeme -- anonymously! -- usually from my laptop backstage. It was completely bonkers. I will never do that again, and it's still one of my favorite fics I've ever written.

So, uh, that's the story of Boden's Mate, I guess.