Bring Flours - imaginary_golux - The Goblin Emperor - Katherine Addison [Archive of Our Own]

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Bring Flours - imaginary_golux - The Goblin Emperor - Katherine Addison [Archive of Our Own]:

imaginarygolux:

Maia has never actually met his favorite customer - he mostly works in the back of his small bakery, not the counter. But sometimes he has to cover Cala’s breaks…

A! Goblin Emperor! Coffeeshop AU! Which! Manages! To! Be! Both! Succinct! And! Detailed!

I don’t have to rec this any further because if any combo of those words are your jam you have already clicked through.

wildandwhirlingwords reblogged your post and...

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Also, at the risk of shameless self-promotion, there’s also a broader fandom for the Mythological Cycle! And by “broader” I mean “me screaming about Bres mac Elathan being a Good Boi and then putting my thoughts in a semi-cohesive form on AO3”

trans-cuchulainn reblogged your post and added:

good news afaik it has yet to reach the ‘multiple interconnected modern AU fanfics’ level tho, or possibly any modern AU fics (i have not looked)

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God, I hope the medieval Welsh lit fandom is in on this stuff. You KNOW Pwyll gets pegged by Rhiannon on the regular.

All of this is great but none of these are links. Am I going to have to tag-surf like some kind of peasant????

I have a sneaking suspicion that there is a great deal of content on Discord, which I have discovered is a format that I am constitutionally incapable of comprehending. Alas! Back in the day, you could have webforums that emailed you when a discussion you were into updated, but this is not a thing now, and I literally can’t keep track of a Secret Link that lets you look at a chat that nobody tells you updated. It’s a shame, and anyway I don’t understand how the etiquette works when they’re Secret. 

This is the life of a withered Internet crone. Ware, all ye callow youths, for someday this will be ye, shaking thy bony fist at the kids on your lawn. Youuu could get a daily digessst emailll that tollld you what was poppinnn, she wailed, stretching out her gnarled fingers, and lo, you did not have to actually click throooough because nobody had figured out how to monetize your online activityyyyyyy… 

whither goest thou, muse?

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So for some reason I slept terribly last night. I was comfortable, we were responsible adults and when we all grew sleepy around 9:30 we just went to bed, knowing the kids’d be up super early (we were at my BFF’s house in Rochester for Imbolc funtimes), I got in bed and passed TF out in great comfort, and then I just

woke up and lay there for hours. I don’t know what time it was, I decided not to hunt for my phone (it was three feet away and it was dark so I didn’t know where I’d put it) so I have no idea how long I lay there. I dozed, intermittently. But mostly I was awake.

And I came up with a fantastic, tidy little Witcher fic I could write so that I could post something on my AO3 this decade, and I was quite pleased with myself.

Alas, I have entirely forgotten what it was, even the most basic part of the premise. And, given my state (drink had been taken), it’s quite likely that it was actually gibberish. But. 

Sigh. 

I would like, in this moment, to thank past-Me for telling past-Dude to buy us desserts when he went grocery shopping on Friday night, and also I’d like to thank past-Dude for buying a four-pack of cupcakes instead of just one for us to split, because he is nice. Also I’d like to thank past-Me for bullying past-Dude into pre-shopping for this coming week rather than leaving it for today because nobody wanted that.

route22ny: Today is the 43rd anniversary of the Blizzard

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route22ny:

Today is the 43rd anniversary of the Blizzard of ‘77 in Buffalo, New York.

Photo from the Buffalo News

the best part of this blizzard is that the radar said the skies were clear. and they were. 

all that snow? it had already fallen. it was sitting on top of frozen lake erie. the wind picked it up and dropped it onto buffalo out of perfectly clear skies. everyone was like what the fuck. we don’t get snow like that here, or if we do, it’s lake effect, and you don’t get lake effect when the lake is frozen.

it was an absolute freak event that made no sense. 

i wasn’t born yet, and neither was Dude, but his older sister was a baby. his family crawled out their upstairs window and put her in a toboggan and hiked a tenth of a mile to the town of Tonawanda, which had plowed the roads. their friends picked them up and they went out to dinner. 

people died, it was awful, but it’s become enshrined in local mythology, among a pantheon of other freakish storms. I moved here in time to have experienced the October Storm of ‘06. I was partly saved from the worst aftereffects of that one because, yeah, Town of Tonawanda plowed the roads out literally five days before the City of Buffalo got around to it. Again.

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I did not know Fiberuary was a thing! I have a giant lace shawl I really wanna finish this month, let’s see if it happens

It’s a new thing somebody just made up and I am super pumped. Alas, I got zero things accomplished this weekend because I could not find the specific worn-out garment I was going to cut up, but. oh well. 

My BFF gave me a bunch of castoff merino wool leggings because she’s under the impression my mother-not-in-law could use them in a project she’s doing with old wool sweaters but leggings with spandex in them will not do the necessary felting thing. So I am going to combine two pairs of her size-10 leggings into one pair of the size-20ish leggings I need them to be. This may or may not go well, but I’m not worried, because a) I’m going to handsew probably the entire thing, and b) if it doesn’t work then she gave me four pairs total so I’ll do some measuring and try again. I’ve no idea how negative ease actually works (I need them to be smaller than my body, unstretched, but able to become the size of my body when stretched, how do I determine how to do this? IDK I’ll just guess!) but I’m also not worried at the waste of time because I’m resigned to the fact that I actually suck at sewing and have more failures than victories. (Possibly because I am not capable of following a pattern or drafting one myself so I have no choice but to just guess at shit, and it’s not really a surprise when that often does not in any way work.)

 if they wind up too enormously huge then I will use them as pajama pants. If they wind up wrong in some other way then I will cut them up and do something else. They’re too worn to donate so it’s not like I’m messing up something perfectly good. 

About the words vs concepts this, it's crazy to me that people DON'T think in full sentences. Like,

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I think AND read in complete sentences and had NO CLUE PEOPLE DIDN’T. Like it’s my voice reading to me or whatever. Or sometimes someone else’s voice. Like if I read lord of the rings and Samwise is speaking I hear it in Sean Astin’s voice. I THOUGHT EVERYONE WAS LIKE THIS

This is so baffling to me. Like, I don’t doubt you at all, but I read this and my brain just throws up the “that sounds fake, but okay” meme. If I’m reading dialogue of a character whose voice it sounds like sometimes I’ll hear them speaking it, but that doesn’t happen often (and the dialogue has to be well-written and in-character enough to match their cadences or else my brain just says nope). Or if I remember something with words like music or something someone said, it’s not just words appearing in my brain it’s all tied up in the scene where I heard them so like I’m also hearing the background noise or seeing  the place they were standing when they said it or the feeling of the room while I was reading them on a computer screen. It’s never just like, HERE ARE WORDS.

It’s most often just a jumble of sound, color, emotion, and concept with occasional words floating to the top which makes it both easier and harder to write like. It’s harder because everything has to be translated into words, but descriptions are sometimes easier because of the spiderweb of associations that mean sometimes I’ll pull out something three levels of association away but that still works in a simile or whatever. But like, that takes conscious effort to make the words go because my thoughts are just floaty chemical soup most of the time.

Like, I gotta ask. Doesn’t it get annoying to have all those words all the time? Is there time lag, like the difference between reading a story and having it read to you aloud, or is it instantaneous?