jadelennox: Cookie Monster: "A cookie is an ALWAYS food"  (fatpol: cookie)
jadelennox ([personal profile] jadelennox) wrote2025-11-04 08:22 am

Paying it forward

If anyone needs a hand to get through this month, let me know. You don’t need to explain, it doesn’t need to be SNAP related in any way. Comments screened. (Not doing friend of a friend stuff, just you, people who read this.)

I will probably make this post private in like a week out of sheer embarrassment so ask soon if you need something.

conuly: (Default)
conuly ([personal profile] conuly) wrote2025-11-02 07:45 am

Cheney died

Happy Election Day, I guess?
tamaranth: me, in the sun (Default)
tamaranth ([personal profile] tamaranth) wrote2025-11-04 08:18 am
Entry tags:

2025/174: My Name Isn't Paul — Drew Huff

2025/174: My Name Isn't Paul — Drew Huff
I don't want to be a sentient empathy-filament-abomination, so I only eat human food. [loc. 65]

Paul Cattaneo is dead: to begin with. He's been replaced by a Mirror Person who wears a 'skinsuit' replica of Paul Cattaneo's body. His friend 'John O'Malley' (formerly Noonie) is another Mirror Person. 'We are forty-something blue-collar human men. We aren't fuckin' bugs.' Read more... )

conuly: (Default)
conuly ([personal profile] conuly) wrote2025-11-01 11:08 pm

Argh!

I took over Jenn's game of Cult of the Lamb - which may have been a mistake, because her angry followers whom she starved now pop out of chests and try to kill me - and I defeated the big boss and converted him into a follower. And then I resurrected somebody, and literally the second I stepped outside my temple to go to the healing hut to heal the resurrected follower, the resurrectee ate him. So now I have to do a new resurrection!
heresluck: (Default)
here's luck ([personal profile] heresluck) wrote2025-11-03 09:17 pm
Entry tags:

monday poem #334: Carol Ann Duffy, "Death and the Moon"

Thinking of absent friends as the moon turns full and the year turns to winter.

Death and the Moon

                        (for Catherine Marcangeli)

The moon is nearer than where death took you
at the end of the old year. Cold as cash
in the sky's dark pocket, its hard old face
is gold as a mask tonight. I break the ice
over the fish in my frozen pond, look up
as the ghosts of my wordless breath reach
for the stars. If I stood on the tip of my toes
and stretched, I could touch the edge of the moon.

I stooped at the lip of your open grave
to gather a fistful of earth, hard rain,
tough confetti, and tossed it down. It stuttered
like morse on the wood over your eyes, your tongue,
your soundless ears. Then as I slept my living sleep
the ground gulped you, swallowed you whole,
and though I was there when you died,
in the red cave of your widow's unbearable cry,

and measured the space between last words
and silence, I cannot say where you are. Unreachable
by prayer, even if poems are prayers. Unseeable
in the air, even if souls are stars. I turn
to the house, its windows tender with light, the moon,
surely, only as far again as the roof. The goldfish
are tongues in the water's mouth. The black night
is huge, mute, and you are further forever than that.


— Carol Ann Duffy
from Feminine Gospels
troisoiseaux: (eugene de blaas)
troisoiseaux ([personal profile] troisoiseaux) wrote2025-11-03 07:54 pm

Recent theater: Halloweekend edition

I spent last weekend in NYC for a Broadway marathon of two seasonally appropriate horror-comedy musicals and also Operation Mincemeat, and had a really great time!

Saturday (11/1)

Beetlejuice )

Bat Boy: The Musical )

Sunday (11/2)

Operation Mincemeat )
patrokla: I know writers who use subtext and they're all cowards! (Default)
patrokla ([personal profile] patrokla) wrote in [community profile] yuletide2025-11-03 04:07 pm

Yuleswaps 2025: MATCH-UPS COMING SOONER OR LATER

Here we go. Please watch this post! We will update here as each batch goes out:

Candy? COMING SOON (probably last)

Drinks? SENT (twice, lol) as of 6:51 PM PST!

Books? SENT as of 6:39 PM PST!


INSTRUCTIONS & REMINDERS )


SENDING DEADLINE: Friday, November 21, 2025


Extensions/Defaulting: Pre-research your post office/courier service hours, and plan to send as early as you can! BUT if your best-laid plans fail, and you need an extension -- we get it! Please bypass the shame spiral and email us ASAP. We want to know what's going on but rarely hesitate to grant brief extensions, especially to historically reliable swappers.

And, of course, if you need to default for any reason, the above is doubly true!! Life happens, but if you let us know as soon as it does, we can help out your recipient AND probably have you back next year with minimal anxiety.


One More Time: don't forget to check in at Swaps Central! And a safe, merry Swapstide to all!

Current FAQ and very old resources post here, for anyone who needs them. Questions and comments here or via email, as always.

Kat & Livi & Helen
wychwood: Catholic socialist weirdo (gen - Catholic socialist weirdo)
wychwood ([personal profile] wychwood) wrote2025-11-03 10:13 pm

(no subject)

The most obvious thing about visiting Mum is how much better she is than last time. You can tell, because instead of lying on the sofa snoozing she kept coming in to stare at me, poke things in my vicinity, remind me of things I agreed to do several hours later in the day, and generally manifest an almost physical aura of PLEASE HANG OUT WITH ME. I did my best, but between work, online social things I already had scheduled in my calendar before this visit was agreed, and my desperate need to spend some time On My Own In The Quiet With A Book, it definitely was not enough. Hopefully my brother will do a better job now he's there.

Anyway, I came home and unpacked, caught up with as many delayed chores as I could bring myself to face, and plunged straight back into ordinary life. The laundry is going to be a couple of weeks to get caught up, I can see already...

Work is not exactly quiet, but mostly the sort of normal where I can hope to catch up with some of the lurking to-do list. I'm still three months behind on the reporting (technically four, but there's only about half-an-hour left on July) but I am feeling much less out of control about everything. At least, unless I think too hard about all of the ongoing items in my 121 action tracker.

I've taken the opportunity to book a couple of days off, at which point I'm hoping to make a start on Christmas planning. I didn't have my usual too-early panic this year because September and October did not have enough time for extra panics, but now it's November and I need to get on with it. The year zooms past, my personal to-do list app accumulates overdue items, and the last international posting date is looming, or will once they announce it.
fox: my left eye.  "ceci n'est pas une fox." (Default)
fox ([personal profile] fox) wrote2025-11-03 04:44 pm

maybe this will be the last time i have to cry about this

Longtime readers may remember that my father died 13 years ago (in fact I lit his yahrzeit candle last night ❤️) and that my mother took up with a widowed family friend not long afterward and told us, my brother and me, about it in a manner so astoundingly insensitive that our relationship never really recovered. (The description at that link says he, the um-friend, invited her on the European river cruise, but in fact I learned some time later that inviting her hadn't been his intention; he'd mentioned it in a way of saying it would have been nice to have been able to plan something like that with company and she went ahead and invited herself to join him, because it turns out this woman may never have seen a boundary worth respecting in her entire life.) I'm not going to go hunting for the exact email at this time, but I have a pretty clear memory that it included the assurance "I would never do anything to hurt you" and that in the conversation the three of us had in which the two of us said we were unhappy about the suddenness of the seriousness of their relationship, the message we got from her was you're going to need to deal with those feelings. It wasn't exactly "I would never hurt you" / "This hurts us" / "I'm going to do it anyway" but it wasn't a million miles off.

Aftermarket cut to hide 950-odd words of illustration )

Anyway. The old man passed away peacefully yesterday afternoon. He was a nice guy. He saved my mother's life at least twice. He was a product of a time and a place that may have been responsible for his having some attitudes that I didn't always care for, but you know, what can you do. Mainly, he was important to my mother, which was fine, but I was never able to forget that he'd been more important to her than our feelings were, which was not. I'm very sorry for his children and grandchildren. I myself will not miss him. I'm not going to pretend there was never any such person or anything, but a small selfish still-hurt place inside me hopes that now that he's gone, my mother will think about him less and less.

annathecrow: screenshot from Star Wars: The Phantom Menace. A detail of the racing pod engines. (sw: pods)
annathecrow ([personal profile] annathecrow) wrote in [community profile] dreamwars2025-11-03 10:39 pm

Chat corner: Free-for-all

Hi!

This is a free-for-all chat corner. Anything SW-related is fair game.

Have fun!

sovay: (Lord Peter Wimsey: passion)
sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2025-11-03 03:50 pm

But somehow the vital connection is made

To my absolute shock, international mail brought the Blu-Ray I had ordered of Girl Stroke Boy (1971) and with far more dispatch than the regular workings of the U.S. postal system, judging by the simultaneous arrival of the return receipt for last month's rent check. The booklet with its numerous production stills has already been illuminating as well as enjoyable. Successfully ordering a physical copy of an interracial queer and trans film from another country feels like a much bigger deal than it would have eleven months ago.

lightreads: a partial image of a etymology tree for the Indo-European word 'leuk done in white neon on black'; in the lower left is (Default)
lightreads ([personal profile] lightreads) wrote2025-11-03 05:05 pm

The Immortality Thief by Taran Hunt

The Immortality Thief

3/5. Scifi about a refugee linguist who is forced into a dangerous mission to retrieve ancient data off a starship mere weeks from destruction from a dying star.

This is a space survival story with horror undertones, and a strong commitment to enemies-to-friends as our narrator travels the ship in the company of two people who are intimately connected to the massacre of his family and community. I’m into that as a project, and did enjoy it, though I think the book does not entirely do the legwork on how this relationship develops. That’s a hard thing to pull off, to be clear.

The other thing to know about this book is that it is first person narrated by someone with absolutely galloping ADHD and close to zero impulse control. He is a lot. And the book flows with his thinking – somewhat erratically, with lots of interruptions and a million tiny chapters. I think part of that is by design, and part of it is first book messiness. And also being about 20,000 words too long. But my point is, whether you enjoy this book or not will probably turn on whether you can vibe with the narrator. I sometimes could and often couldn’t, so here I am.

Content notes: Recollection of massacre, violence, body horror.
jedibuttercup: (tin man)
jedibuttercup ([personal profile] jedibuttercup) wrote2025-11-03 09:20 am

Fic: Heart's Got Everything to Do With It [T; Tin Man; DG/Cain]

T; Tin Man [2007]; DG/Wyatt Cain, 6700 words. Post-canon soulmates AU.

It was like the Quest had never ended at all; DG had just run out of signposts to follow. Well, except maybe one....

Heart's Got Everything to Do With It

(For [archiveofourown.org profile] anr in [community profile] rarepairexchange)
jedibuttercup: Olivia Thirlby as Cassandra Anderson (cassandra)
jedibuttercup ([personal profile] jedibuttercup) wrote2025-11-03 09:15 am

Fic: Finding Order in the Chaos [M; Dredd; Anderson/Dredd]

M; Dredd [2012]; Anderson/Dredd, 5100 words. Post-canon, natural disaster fic.

"Anderson to Sector 112 Control," Cassandra reported, comm raised to her mouth as she sheltered behind the towering concrete wall of a mega-highway support. "It's getting difficult to make headway out here. What's the status on Weather Control repair?"

Finding Order in the Chaos

(For [archiveofourown.org profile] anr in [community profile] rarepairexchange)