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newsflash asshole research transport, evisceration is a love language (Your picture was not posted)
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so anyway i now have my own VCR at work, with a lil Media Digitizing Device hooked up to it, and it’s set up in the closet where I have my computer, because there’s a whole cart downstairs full of VCRs I dunno how to use, next to the 8mm machine that I do know how to use, and somehow the effective thing was to add a new station and put it upstairs. I won’t complain tho, I can keep track of things better this way.
But I discovered that the only thing worse for my ADHD than the existing setup is the existing setup with the addition of the tinny playback of various horrible VHS tapes in the background. I could mute the thing, but then I won’t know when it’s over. The lowest volume setting, inside that closet, is incredibly noisy. Yesterday I tried to work with a Pee-Wee hockey championship going in the background and it was maybe the worst thing I’ve ever had to deal with. I thought I’d be fine but as we rounded the corner and came down the backstretch toward Hour Two I was seriously at the end of my rope.
Anyway. Send me your dumb old VHS tapes, I now have additional power.
Despite that, I managed to survive Friday. In non-work news I’ve now finally slogged through the climax bit of the Keira/Lambert/Aiden thing, and I’ve crept up to the part Martha Wells terms “And They All Went To Lunch And Felt Better”, which is where you’ve got to pick through the aftermath of the climax and set everyone on the path toward the happy ending or whatever resolution the book’s got.
These guys don’t want to go to lunch and feel better, they want more drama. But, helpfully, Aiden is stealing the scene:
“[terrible pun about spoiler],” Aiden said.
“Aiden,” Lambert said.
Aiden stared at him a moment, dumbfounded. “Did you just–” He turned to Keira. “Did you hear him take that tone with me? Him? That tone? Me?”
“It’s too soon,” Lambert said. “We are literally still– you cannot make jokes about [spoiler], it is too soon.”
“[gasp terrible pun only with dawning realization], fuck,” Aiden said, and put his free hand over his eyes. “In my defense, it’s a reflex.”
Keira didn’t mean to laugh, but it snuck out in a kind of snort and she covered her face. “You just lost your I died free hits,” Lambert snarled.
“Fuck,” Aiden said, “I was going to milk that for years, too.”
“Too bad, pal,” Lambert said.
anyway I meant to post a chapter on Friday but then Thursday was Friday and I wasn’t ready so I’ve got 30k of backlog to post before I get to this part but that might see us through these dark times. Ha, optimism, like there’s an end– well maybe there is. Let’s try it. Let’s try believing that.
I’ll put a chapter up today and we’ll be one step closer to the and-they-all-went-to-lunch-and-felt-better scene I still have not written because Aiden is so busy being a little shit. (Your picture was not posted)
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heh heh this chapter was supposed to go up on friday but then when thursday turned out to be friday i did not have the emotional wherewithal to adjust my internal scheduling, but here it is, anyway.
everyone reading this is like “ah! soon they will talk it out” listen. i tried.
chapter seven https://archiveofourown.org/works/28276716/chapters/70604307, in which Aiden rubber-ducks with a horse and attempts to get the only functioning brain cell started, and in which i try and fail to decide exactly how tall he really is.
Having a nearly eighty-inch armspan was incredibly useful in combat and in getting stuff off shelves and the rest of the time it was a r*eal fucking drag*.
“I’m not trying to loom,” Aiden said forlornly from across the room, “this is just me, I’m sorry, I’m out of practice.”
“I don’t know where you’re getting this notion of pity from,” Lambert said. He at least didn’t seem to have actually gotten set off, so that was a small mercy. “I genuinely just–”
“I would be well able to take care of myself,” Keira said, “if I weren’t so busy running around at your beck and call. I wouldn’t have had a migraine in the first place if I’d just had a chance to rest.”
“Well, hey, that’s not Lambert’s fault,” Aiden said, but he was standing so far back she wasn’t paying attention to him, which was just fucking great because if he came any closer he’d scare her. He really couldn’t win. He contemplated lying on the ground and grabbing people’s ankles. He could reach, from here. (Your picture was not posted)
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here you go! thank u for the prompt!
(on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/28569342)
His first thought, when he opens his eyes and sees grey darkness above him, is I’ve gone blind. Then he blinks, and registers that he can, dimly, see the ceiling. He tries to say, “oh, thank fuck,” but his voice comes out hopelessly garbled.
“What’s that?” says someone beside the bed.
Jaskier makes several attempts to sit up. His arms are soft and limp like uncooked dough. After his third attempt, a pair of strong hands take him and prop him up, and he lets it happen.
Turning his head, he tries to get his eyes to focus. “Geralt?” he says. “What are you doing here?”
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you know with their age and a winter off for bumming around every year i bet geralt & co have probably managed to master and discard multiple hobbies and crafts already
like, going about their daily lives until they just REALLY need someone incredible in lanyard weaving or whatever and it turns out geralt has the most arcane of lanyard-weaving knowledge for the simple fact He Just Was Really Bored Thirty Years Ago
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bomberqueen17 ahahaha
listen when i read that scene i was like “hey this sounds exactly like the
tutorial i watch described it” now it all makes sense
You wanna know what’s funny? I wrote the scene with Lambert fingerloop braiding, and then I looked up a tutorial, got the materials, set it up, made a fingerloop braid, decided I hadn’t quite described it correctly, and then decided fuckit, it was good enough as it was. (Your picture was not posted)
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