I asked for (among other things) Londo reacting to something bad happening to Vir, or Vir taking a hit for him, and my Mysterious Gifter took me up on it most delightfully!
As usual, there is a fic or two of mine running around loose in the collection as well.
Fandoms: 9-1-1, All American, Black Sails, Chicago Fire, Dynasty, Heartstopper, Homeland, Legend of the Seeker, Marco Polo, Nancy Drew, Neumatt/New Heights, Orange is the New Black, Preacher, Scorpion, Shadowhunters, Stay By My Side, Supergirl, The Flash, Triage, Unforgotten Night, Younger, Young Royals, Zorro
My brother and his wife recently bought a broken-down house. They asked my husband, who runs his own construction company, for a quote to fix it up. My sister-in-law brightly chimed in, “and we expect the friends and family rate.” Well, my husband immediately drew a hard line.
He responded that he would prefer not to engage in a business agreement with family, as it can lead to misunderstandings, and he recommended another company. Well, my sister-in-law completely lost her mind.
She screamed at him and said that they would never have bought the property if they knew he wasn’t going to help them. It seems that they, without any encouragement, expected him to offer his services at a significant discount and are now in a bind because they cannot afford the reconstruction and will make a huge loss if they sell.
Now my entire family is being drawn into a massively acrimonious discussion. My brother and sister-in-law are claiming we “betrayed them” and left them bankrupt. I get daily calls from my weeping mother begging my husband to reconsider, while my father has threatened to beat him up. It’s insane. I don’t want to lose my family, and I can’t ask my husband to change his mind, so what do I do?
SPIKE: Knock knock, robot boy. Need you to look at my chip.
JONATHAN: Is that like, British slang or something? 'Cause we're not-
SPIKE: In my head, the chip in my head.
WARREN: We're kind of in the middle of something.
SPIKE: Well, you can play holodeck another time. Right now, I'm in charge.
WARREN: Yeah, what are you gonna do if we don't especially feel like maybe playing your- What are, wait, what are you doing?
SPIKE: Examine my chip, or else Mister... Fett here is the first to die.
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Title: Raw Nerves, Old Scars Fandom: Guardian (TV) Rating: T-rated Length: 1176 words Notes: A million thanks to mergatrude and teaotter for beta. <3 <3 <3 Tags: Chu Shuzhi/Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, Zhao Yunlan & Da Qing, Shen Wei & Ye Zun. Post-Canon, Anger, Effects of Past Trauma, Complicated Relationships, Poly Relationships, Shen Wei misses his didi, Zhao Yunlan hates Ye Zun, Zhao Yunlan is triggered, Loyalties, Friendship, Clothes Sharing, Unreliable Narration. Warning: This is set in a post-canon ‘verse where the canon events happened except that Da Qing took Zhao Yunlan’s place in the Lantern. Three difficult years later, Shen Wei and Da Qing came back. So Zhao Yunlan still has a lot of issues. This fic deals with intense feelings that aren't easily resolved. Summary: Feel the anger and do it anyway.
If I already have your address, then you might end up with a postcard anyway. I also can't guarantee it won't be like a postcard I've sent you in the past, either. I'm just trying to work through my postcards...
I keep (especially post-surgery, cotemporal with relearning how to walk) finding more small ways that how I've been doing my various physio exercises isn't quite right. This is a good thing! Isn't it fascinating to be learning more about embodiment and how my body works and how I can best deploy my various muscles!
Up until the hypermobility clinic, all the physio I was ever prescribed made me worse, not better.
It abruptly dawned on me, all at once, that the subtlety of the changes I'm making with adjusting how I'm shifting my weight around and so on and so forth? Are almost certainly not actually externally visible. Like, yes, people not understanding hypermobility and problems with it was also Definitely A Problem, but -- the part where I'm still, mm, not necessarily fixing things but certainly developing them, finding places where even with What The Hypermobility Clinic Told Me To Do I wasn't getting quite right... well, the hypermobility specialists clearly went "eh, good enough", and in terms of the effects on my ability to Things I think they were clearly demonstrably provable correct, but -- yeah, okay, sudden understanding of some of just how difficult it would have been to correct some of this stuff.
(I'm very sure that all my various epiphanies will turn out to be about things that still aren't quite right, that I can still refine further -- I'm having an extended phase of that with Pilates right now -- but this is a good thing, actually. It's really nice to have such clear evidence that I'm getting to know and understand myself better.)
Title: Charity Fandom: Greek Myth Characters: Apollo/Admetus Rating: G Length: 220 Summary: It's the end of another long day, Apollo's head against Admetus's shoulder as they watch the sun go down, when the god-turned-mortal blurts, "Tell me you're not only kind to me out of a sense of charity."
[Marisol, a tiny longhaired calico, is curled up in a dark den. She’s looking directly at the camera, ears and whiskers perked forward.]
We had Marisol visit us in the house for a day! She usually lives in the cargo container with Morgyn & CJ, but they were going to be away overnight & it was forecast to be cold, so Morgyn wanted her to be somewhere warmer.
The above picture, where she’s so happy & at ease, was obviously not taken during this situation; I got it a week or so beforehand. She’s a lovely little girl who just really wants to be with her Mumma.
She did NOT like being away from her Mumma.
[Marisol is curled up on top of my blue sweatshirt and a pile of books, all on top of a set of shelves. She is glaring at the camera. She is ANGRY.]
I do feel bad about scooping her up to bring her over. She’d finally decided to trust me again after mostly not seeing me over the winter, & she reared up to rub her head on my hand, which is the MOST ADORABLE & SWEETEST THING EVER, & I grabbed her & stole her away. SO MAD.
(She did come over for love a couple times while she was visiting, but I didn’t get any pictures of _that_, I don’t want to _die_.)
She did better in general than she has on previous enforced visits, & did a fair amount of exploring, instead of just staying wedged under my bed the whole time.
[Marisol is standing on my extremely cluttered floor with her head stuck under my comfy chair. The space beneath it is also full of things. I need more place to put my things.]
But eventually it was time to stomp off & sit in the window.
[She’s stomping off, through my extremely messy room, in search of a window from which to view the world.]
Fortunately for all her Mumma was only gone for ONE night instead of NINETY THREE nights (that’ll be in August, when Morgyn goes to Pennsic).
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Survived the Week of Church (Tuesday night, Wednesday night, ten hours on Saturday), and am looking forward to a whole! week! off! work! next week - the expected project go-live date is Thursday that week, so I'm probably going to have to log on for a couple of hours to make updates to student-facing content that can't be done until live day, which is annoying, but I'll get the time back and I've made it clear that anything else launch-related will have to wait until I'm back on the Monday!
In the meantime, there's plenty of tasks that need to be done before we go live, and I'm only avoiding some of them... some tasks are just freakishly intimidating and I can never tell why; half of them only take ten minutes once you actually face them.
The buses took a long time to recover after COVID - there was a phase where it felt like I was waiting 25 minutes every time I caught a bus - but the last year or so things have been much more reliable. Of course, sometimes that doesn't work in my favour, like how my bus home from church reliably arrives three minutes too late for me to catch the bus that stops by my house instead of having to walk ten minutes home. But the other day I was waiting for a bus which was twelve minutes away when I got to the stop... five minutes later it was thirteen minutes away... seven minutes after that it was fourteen minutes away... after that I stopped checking, because I was a little bit afraid of what might happen, and walked home instead.
Mum's started chemo now, and is doing OK-ish. I'm going over to see them on Sunday for Fathers' Day, possibly along with my brother and his tribe, but we'll see. Ticking along!