*burst into tears* Lyde, ti prego!!! La fic Kaysanova/Orgoglio e Pregiudizio??? Non ti ho mai chiesto nulla, *sobbing* ti offro anche il Beta-Reading perché non riesco a scrivere me stessa. Ti prego. Ne ho bISOGNO!!!! (For the non-italians: Moragh has a meltdown about a Pride and Prejudice Kaysanova fic Lyde mentioned in a previous ask. I have a NEED and I am BEGGING).
Guarda il problema è che a parte Lizzie-Joe e Darcy-Nicky, tutti gli altri plotpoint sono abbastanza difficili da adattare al cast ristretto di the old guard. Però apprezzo un sacco l’entusiasmo e il sentimento♥️
I spoke with the lovely and talented and genius @nicolos about a p&p au and we —mostly she, let’s be honest— managed to create a really nice plan of action. Problem is, we both have wips and other stuff to write first, but if she will have me, one day I’ll ask her to write it with me 💞
zsphoenix replied to your post “I want to see more fucking historical analyses of medieval Europe that...”
This is a great idea. Have you thought about doing a PhD and having it as thesis? Really interesting!
It’s definitely occurred to me! This is a topic I keep returning to again and again. The trauma of White people, basically--attachment and trauma in the British Empire. Because Canada’s Indian Residential Schools only make sense when you understand that they used the same model as British boarding schools, just with the toxicity ramped up to 11--that it seemed natural and normal to people that you’d rip children away from their parents at the age of 5 and stick them in a punitive foreign culture and think it was a good thing. Which is a combo history/psychology thing.
I worry that I’m not detail-oriented enough to be a historian, too impatient with the work of compiling tiny bits of data before getting to my overall whole. And if I go for a PhD it should probably be in psychology, my actual field. I mean, maybe if I had a super robust support system and tons of money and a good job and blah blah blah, I’d go for a history PhD just for the fun of it, but... IDK.
Excuuuuuuuuseee meeeee, see your tags on the Nerd HC for Jack, and I'd loooove to see a military!au if you're into it, Lis! :3
I don’t have nearly enough World War II knowledge to write that era, I don’t think, but I grew up in a bedroom community of CFB Edmonton and all my friends were CAF brats. I’m catsitting for my friend “Nerd” while she flies helicopters in Iraq. There are some things I know. And it would be so easy to, like…
Bitty joined the Army because that’s what you do when you barely finished high school because you were a bullied mess and couldn’t get a scholarship; you do a few years in the Army, upgrade your marks with correspondence classes, and go to college on the GI Bill. And he’s not stupid (he just has undiagnosed ADHD and PTSD) so he does well; he’s good at his job, skilled with technology, becomes an expert on a new… something something (missile guidance?) system, and gets assigned to a military exchange to Canada to help CAF deal with it. He’s, um, *handwave* embedded in a unit to be the one to do the important bit of technology, because um *handwave* Canadian soldiers will only ever use it around US military installations, so the actual equipment is still American.
So yes, when he shows up at CFB Edmonton, it’s dark and cold after an hour travelling from the airport as the sun set over a windswept barren plain of snow and rows of skeletal trees, and he’s supposed to just bunk in for the night and report for the morning, but when he’s looking for the… do Canadians call it a canteen? someone crashes into him, punches his shoulder. “Hey, Yankee! You comin’? LT Hockey’s actually gonna play tonight.”
He’s shivering (and not just from cold, even though it’s icy like a knife outside) and wondering if this is some kind of hazing ritual, as his very tall new friend and a buddy hustle him along outside, into the back of a running pickup truck and two minutes down the road to a brightly lit building.
It’s… the ice rink. His mama had offered to send him his old skates. “They’ve got an arena as part of the base, Dicky! You could figure skate again!” But the mood is energetic, electric, among the people who stream in from the cold. He sees beer and hamburgers in the hands of the smokers outside the door, who jovially greet his kidnappers, “Ransom” and “Holtzy”. He’s numbly figuring out that maybe this isn’t an unpleasant hazing as he climbs up with them on the bleachers with the other spectators.
“You missed it,” someone says to Holtzy, passing him and Ransom full cups of beer. “He just got off the ice. Jesus, I almost fucking creamed myself. Wish we had that guy on the fuckin’ Oilers. Hello, you one of the ‘Mericans we got in?”
“Eric Bittle, US Army,” he says numbly, and offers a hand; the dude shakes it, and offers him nachos.
“He playin’ with Shitty tonight?” Ransom asks, craning his head.
“Yeah, Shitty’s the one talked him into it. Jesus fuck, he ain’t lost anything since World Juniors that I can see. Hey Rox, you got beers there? Yeah, gimme one. Bittle! You wanna beer?”
“They’re about to change shifts,” Ransom says, shiftng from foot to foot in apprehension.
Eric Bittle doesn’t really know what’s going on, doesn’t know hockey, doesn’t know what beer he’s drinking, doesn’t know how he’s going to get home at the end of the night–but he’s an athlete, he can read bodies and patterns, and he knows talent when he sees it.
So everything else goes out of his head when Lieutenant Jack Laurent Zimmermann of the Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry, in a borrowed jersey, goes over the boards.
zsphoenix replied to your post “Ok, it would seem I have quite a sever case of gastritus. My stomach...”
Oh, noo. I'm so sorry you feel this sick! I know exactly how it is :( been there, done that. Call a cab to take you to the doctor's office of you can, don't exert yourself! Wish you a fast recovery.
Oh I shall, I’m not walking it’d taken me probably 25 minutes and in my current state, no chance. I’ve just tried to eat a packet of plain ovenbaked crisps, very bland and boring but good for soaking up acid. I appear to be keeping it down at the moment. Fingers crossed it stays that way.
Hey, Bree! Hope life's treating you well. Do you know of any substitutes for clovers (re: jobs)? I thought of Basil, but guess Bergamot already has the same properties... Thanks, have a nice weekend!
Basil’s my usual go-to for manifestation and good fortune, so that definitely works. Bergamot is also great for success-related spells, especially if you need something to work quickly or adhere to a slightly more rigid set of specified results (i.e. “I need A job” vs “I need a job with this salary and this general commute time and this required skill set”).
So either one would work, really. You’re on the right track! :)
you saw the posts tryina drag kp as well? i wanted to try and talk (no discourse, just htg mature talking) but i felt better letting go.
A friend of mine made it and.... frankly? It was warranted. I don’t hate him, as I’ve made clear, but the way his fans treat him is really fucking disturbing to me because Kent hardcore reminds me of my abuser. Things he said to Jack were said to me.
Again, I find him fucking fascinating. But the Kent I often see discussed is not the one I see in canon, which is disheartening for multiple reasons, including the fact that, yes, he reminds me of my abuser, and that there’s a lot to him that isn’t inherently negative that never gets discussed, because so many people treat him as a misunderstood cinnamon roll and bulldoze over anyone who points out that what he said to Jack was REALLY fucked up.
And no, I don’t think fanworks of him should stop. At all. He really is an important character, but something that runs rampant in this fandom (and fandom as a whole, but this one in particularly) is sanitizing characters we like/identify with.
Again, I don’t hate him. But I’m deeply disturbed by his portrayal in fanworks, especially in regards to Jack.
