Hi! I was just wondering if you allowed podfics, and I didn't see anything one way or the other on A

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Oh! Yes, I do, and I’ve never gotten myself together enough to actually make a blanket, like, policy statement about them. I should go do that now.

I cannot believe people would put up with podficcing my extremely-long drivel, but people have, and it is an incredible privilege and honor. I just can’t… really listen to podfics or podcasts or audiobooks, with my specific brand of ADHD, usually, so I can’t generally manage to listen to them.

Also I will caution any potential podficcers that the first person who ever recorded any of my work did mention that my sex scenes are the kind it sort of sucks to read out loud because I write a lot of noises and that’s a lot of, uh, acting. LOL. So, caution to the would-be podficcer.

But, no, I am generally in favor of transformative reworkings and such, I just always forget to say so. Please, by all means, I would be delighted!

the-faultofdaedalus: actually ART’s students havin

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actually ART’s students having a shrine for it somewhere in the ship is so funny, as a concept. like. they’re not aware that ART is anything but a slightly smarter bot-pilot and so when things like their favorite beverage already being made in the mess, just for them, to suddenly finding the exact kind of education module they need to study, to finding a small secret place that’s perfect for studying happen, most of them ascribe it to glitches and coincidence and luck.

of course some tired, stressed student who’s just gotten a little happiness boost from a nice warm beverage is gonna leave a little trinket in one of the nooks and crannies of the ship, it’s only polite. of course someone who lived through a failed raider attack is gonna do the same. soon enough everyone knows about the good-luck shrine, and whenever something goes right, or you need something to go right, you leave a little gift. doesn’t have to be much – oragami animals and string bracelets and memory clips full of media – but it’s something. no one ever sees any one of these gifts leave the shrine but many of them do go missing, and everyone agrees that the ship (or whatever the source of good luck is) is taking them. if someone sees a string bracelet they made for their ship tied tightly around a railing somewhere in the ship, then, well… that’s just a sign of an accepted gift.

bomberqueen17: sketching-conclusions: gonna make myself a mask...

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gonna make myself a mask embroidered with “Please Scream Inside Your Heart” on it

Did you think I will? I really did it.

[image description: a hunk of black fabric with, in maroon embroidery pearl cotton, the text “Please scream inside your heart” embroidered across the front of it.]

It’s not a mask yet but it’s embroidered, LOL.

campout

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Well, it’s no yurt, but that canvas tent I bought– someone had left a reply asking for a rec on where I got mine and I never wrote back because I wanted to actually get it first? anyway I got it from some rando on Instagram but it came indirectly from an Amazon store whose name I forget– I set it up out in the woods with Farmkid, and quickly sewed a little rainbow garland to hang near it, and it’s lovely.

For a campout of a single evening, with a kid. I don’t think I can fit a cot in there, but I can suffer through one night on a sleeping pad and bag, for novelty’s sake.

We’re on the other side of the creek from the yurt, in a lovely flat space in the forest we raked clear. Farmkid badly wants to have a cookout out there, but I think she’ll be over at Grandma and Grandpa’s on Friday night so I don’t think there’s time to get it together.

Anyway. There’s no way to get an extension cord that far (the yurt had one but was about a hundred feet closer to the greenhouse than this is, even without contemplating the logistics of stringing an extension cord across the creek), so there’s no electricity. I think I have a headlamp… I hope I have a headlamp. I meant to bring it. I should go hunt for it, I think it’s in my car.

I don’t have a pair of long pants to sleep in. I might have leggings, I should find those.

I don’t have a sleeping bag, but I can borrow one.

Anyway Farmkid is wildly excited, so it should be fun. We have spent literally all day preparing for this, with only a few breaks for her to pursue other interests. Hilariously, it all began with us forcing her to go on a walk, by confiscating her tablet, and then she played in some tall grass and got her pants wet and whiiined that she wanted to turn around and go home, and then we kept going and I distracted her with some questions and then we split off from her mother so that she could climb the ridge in the forest and then I went over and said I’d always wanted to camp there, and then I said “wait remember I have a tent now!” and then we were off on mad plans. She wants to host a potluck in the forest. We’ll have to see.

So– here’s the current setup. We’ll see how it goes!

Image description: A beige canvas tent with a brightly-colored woven plastic carpet in front of it sits amid a number of skinny maple tree trunks with a creek in the background, to the top left. In the foreground, there’s a garland made of little triangles of brightly-colored fabric suspended from some twine between two trees. In the middle, a six-year-old girl has her head poked out of the screen door of the tent.