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goodbyebird ([personal profile] goodbyebird) wrote2025-12-14 11:23 am
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Rec-cember Day 14


Bound
Devil Never Saw the Likes of Us by [archiveofourown.org profile] scioscribe (2,958 words). Never was I ever not a Tilly fangirl, and Bound is just one of those movies I love to bits. This fic absolutely nails them.
It started right on their doorstep. Violet got out of bed Saturday morning and tugged a silk bathrobe up over her shoulders.

It was new. Almost everything she had with her had been bought since they’d left the city, but this was so new she’d had to snap the tags off it before she pulled it on. It had this swirly peacock pattern on it, like streaks of paint, and paint felt sort of like their lucky charm.

She wasn’t much of a cook, but she could add water to a mix like anybody else, and she decided to make blueberry muffins. She liked the little pastel-and-foil cups you put them in to bake: everything had its own little splotch of color. The old apartment had been nothing but black and white and steel, lifeless and cold. This place—their place—was different.

She was just sliding the tray in the oven when she heard the knock.
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smokingboot ([personal profile] smokingboot) wrote2025-12-14 07:48 am

The Busy Graveyard

This crazy thing turned up in my head this morning.


Once there was a graveyard that was too busy. The dead refused to stay down, insisting on scrabbling out of their coffins up through the soil. Then they would roam around the stones til they came to the lich gate and tried to get through, but couldn't quite manage it. This is exactly why lich gates are designed in such a complicated way. They would stand there to moan sadly and terrify late night passers until dawn. Some even got out by breaking through the hedges, wandering into town and causing havoc.

Waiting by the gate were a devil and an angel who coaxed as best they could but the dead were confused and afraid, and the people of the town were never out of the church praying to be rid of the skeletons roaming the roads. This might be why the angel was so patient, but the devil clearly saw how well this worked for enhancing faith, and condemned it as cheating. The angel smiled and said that were it indeed cheating the devil shouldn't mind a bit, and both nearly came to blows, even more frightening for the mortals who hid and swore judgment day was coming. So, recognising that the situation was untenable, angel and devil together sought out the gravedigger, a healthy young man whose job was turning his hair white.

'You can dig,yes?' Said the devil to the poor man, who nodded.
'We want you to dig a great underground room for the dead,' added the angel, 'and you shall be paid in peace.'
The gravedigger protested. In other times he might have haggled because digging is heavy work and one cannot spend peace, but the last few weeks had been so fraught that payment was not his main concern.
'Suppose they harm me?' He said, 'and anyway, I cannot just go digging anywhere on sacred ground!'
'No-one will condemn you,' pointed out the angel 'the priest himself scurries to the church looking neither right nor left.'
'He means the dead, foolish brightwing,' sneered his companion who then said to the man, 'we ourselves will guard you from the restless ones. Indeed, your work will send them back to quiet and goodwill.'

The gravedigger was not convinced seeing as this explanation came from a fiery entity with a pitchfork but it seemed prudent to agree. So he set to digging. Three nights under the full moon it took him, and when it was done the immortal pair gave him an even more ludicrous instruction.

'Put a television in it,' they said.

Thinking that his whole life had become a dream, the gravedigger obeyed. He found an old TV set and placed it at one end of the room, trying to ignore the sudden appearance of curious little imps and cherubs scurrying around laying cables.

'Very good,' said the angel, 'let us set up as many chairs as we can.'
And sure enough they did this.
'Now we wait,' said the devil.

Slowly came the dead, one by one, and each went up to the television, curious as to what to do with it. Eventually one of them switched it on and all the others sat down politely.

Every show that came on was the life of an audience member. They all watched engrossed, life after life. Some shows were old and crackly in black and white, others vibrant in bright colours. Many had uproarious moments (to the end of his days the gravedigger said nothing made him feel cold like the sight of the dead all laughing at once) many had tragic moments, and every single show had a point at which the subject turned their head away. The dead watched these shows over and over until one got up. It walked back to the angel, devil, and gravedigger.

'I don't want to watch this anymore,' said the skeleton. 'I am ready.'

With that, both angel and devil bowed to the dead and walked it away though the gravedigger never saw where they took it. He was too caught up in keeping an eye on the TV watching hoardes, ready to run if they turned on him. But they behaved well and in no time his companions returned.

Eventually every viewer followed suit, until the very last of them got up, sighed, turned the television off and came to the three at the back. This one said, just as the others all did;
'I am ready.' But it added more, turning to the gravedigger, its bone dry voice rattling, 'thank you for your work.'

The gravedigger, who had learned gravitas by this time, said a gracious farewell and bid the viewer good luck on its journey. Then away went the dead and angel and devil together and they did not return.

The gravedigger told the priest everything, and the latter was so flabbergasted he tried to persuade the gravedigger to fill the hole in completely, but the gravedigger refused.

'It is a comfort to them,' he said, 'and built at the behest of Heaven and Hell. However, I could brace the walls and build a roof, and none will know it is there save you and me.'

The priest agreed, and paid the man well to ensure the room was so properly sealed not even a rabbit could fall into it by accident. For his part, the gravedigger was content and thereafter lived a long peaceful life. The priest however, never went near that part of the churchyard and expressly forbade parishioners from doing so, especially around Halloween and Christmas when what sounded like TV shows and applauding audiences could be heard rising from deep underground into the midnight air.
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Muccamukk ([personal profile] muccamukk) wrote2025-12-14 12:11 am

Random perspectives in time

Eighty years before this year, WWII ended.

Eighty years before WWII ended, the American Civil War ended.

So we are as far away from (or as close to) WWII, as the people in WWII were from (or to) the Civil War.

IDK, it's interesting to think about. Something Elizabeth Samet has written about, a bit, too.

I only wrote a very short version of that fic where Steve Rogers was a civil war vet, who was frozen until Tony from Iron Man Noir found him, but I was always fond of that idea.
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vivdunstan ([personal profile] vivdunstan) wrote2025-12-14 06:10 am

Sherlock Holmes reread: The Golden Pince-Nez

Onto another one, which I could remember!

spoilers )
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offcntr ([personal profile] offcntr) wrote2025-12-13 09:35 pm
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Sonia Connolly ([personal profile] sonia) wrote2025-12-13 09:18 pm

Cataract surgery writeup

I don't email much with my mother, but not too long after I had cataract surgery, I heard she was nervous about having hers, so I wrote it up for her. Maybe this will be useful for someone else too.

It makes sense to be worried about any surgery, but this one is well-understood, superficial in the body, and the surgeons are well-practiced.

Barely more fuss than going to the dentist )

I hope your surgeries go well and that you're happy with the correction you choose.
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mistressofmuses ([personal profile] mistressofmuses) wrote2025-12-13 10:16 pm
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Tiny Christmas Trees!

Thursday night we finally got our little trees up. I'd hoped to do it earlier in the month, but it kept getting put off, ha.

We have the extremely tiny silver tree, and the slightly less tiny black tree.

This year around Halloween, we got some Halloween-themed ornaments, sort of thinking we might put the black tree up around then... and we didn't. So this Christmas, we have a Halloween tree, and all the non-Halloween ornaments are crammed on the tiny silver tree, haha.


The silver tree is a bit overloaded, but I like it anyway, haha.


And in the dark.


This ornament is serving as the "star" this year. We bought this from one of the artists at the Spirits and Spirits event.


The black Halloween-for-Christmas tree! The purple lights do NOT show up on camera well at all, ha.


One of my favorite of the silly little Halloween ornaments. I love the multi-colored bats.


There are actually two strands of purple lights on the tree. One of them is also bats! (We've had these for a couple years, and keep failing to put them up.)


A slightly more true-to-life picture of the black tree, without the purple lights blinding the camera.


And one happy jack o' lantern.

Festive!
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ysabetwordsmith ([personal profile] ysabetwordsmith) wrote2025-12-13 11:08 pm
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Safety

One Critical Factor Predicts Longevity Better Than Diet or Exercise, Study Says

They then factored in other variables that can affect life expectancy, including physical inactivity, employment status, and educational level. The association between insufficient sleep and lower life expectancy still held. Only smoking had a stronger link.


Good, adequate sleep is a survival need. Modern society often sabotages it.

However, this study suggests that banking sleep on weekends can mitigate the effects of lost sleep during the week.  I used to do that in school, and people said it didn't work, but it certainly helped my energy level.  It may be a trick that some but not all bodies can do.




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ysabetwordsmith ([personal profile] ysabetwordsmith) wrote2025-12-13 11:03 pm
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Today's Cooking

Today's plan to visit a holiday market got wiped out by copious snow. Again. :( So I'm drowning our sorrows in a batch of Dark Chocolate Brownies with Raspberry Spread.
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austin_dern ([personal profile] austin_dern) wrote2025-12-14 12:10 am

I Should Have Known She Would Win in the End

So to cut to the end: as it turned out I didn't need to worry about [personal profile] bunnyhugger's finish. She would win the B Division, and handily, not just never losing a best-of-three round but only once, in finals, even needing the third game of a round. It would overstate things to say she dominated the division --- a couple of times she won in what we call ``losing the race to the bottom'' --- but a win by some nonsense counts the same as a win by playing like a pro.

Speaking of nonsense. There was one time that I, as backup tournament director, was called in to make a ruling and that was of course for a game [personal profile] bunnyhugger was playing. She and her competitor were on Godzilla, her competitor had finished ball three, and she was taking her last ball facing the uphill climb of beating the 130-or-so-million of player one. And the game just went and reset, like someone had powered it off and on again.

This sort of game interruption is provided for in the rules of pinball tournaments, of course. Normally the procedure is if you can recover the scores as they stood, give a compensation ball and add that to the interrupted game's score. This is unfair if the interrupted player had been about to start, like, the Super Multiball, but what else can you do? But, in this case, the game had reset weirdly enough that it didn't preserve any of the scores, as though it forgot it had been in the middle of a game when it took a quick nap.

My inclination was that since everyone agreed the opponent had about 130 million points, give or take, let [personal profile] bunnyhugger play a whole game --- since nobody knew just what her score was, the game's screen somehow not being big enough for an always-on score display --- but I don't like making that the official ruling until I can back it up with the in-print rules. And I found that the actual printed rules we had were more specific; in the event of a catastrophic malfunction (the term of art here) all players are to replay. (If the game catastrophically malfunctions again it's kicked out of the tournament and a new game gets drawn.) So --- [personal profile] bunnyhugger's opponent a bit disappointed to lose a decent score against a tough competitor --- they replayed.

This turned out as well as we could have hoped. [personal profile] bunnyhugger's opponent had a better game than she'd had the first time around, so could not feel cheated of a decent score she'd already completed. But [personal profile] bunnyhugger had an even better score yet, taking a win and going on to the semifinals as cleanly as possible.

Fortunately that was the only ruling I had to make all night, as [personal profile] bunnyhugger, not being directly involved in any other games, could handle the rest. And most of those amounted to ``direct where the stuck ball's to be placed'' and ``take out Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles because it is, once again, broken''. TMNT may be an enjoyable game --- granting that nobody's figured out how to enjoy it yet --- but it keeps having issues of throwing random numbers of balls into play in the middle of tournaments.

Anyway, [personal profile] bunnyhugger won, and the second- and third-place finishers were also delighted, and we just had to worry about whether the A Division would finish by any reasonable hour.


But now, in pictures of Le Grand Huit, I have to share ... pinball! It wasn't a surprise that pinball was there, to us, as I'd gone looking on a pinball map to see if anything might be in reachable range, but the games that were there ... well, when I saw them on the pinball map I thought, that can't be. And yet, here they were:

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Williams's Riverboat Gambler and ... Class of 1812! This was a wild enough choice that we had to photograph it, and also [personal profile] bunnyhugger had to tell people on Facebonk that it was there.


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Besides Riverboat Gambler and Class of 1812 they also had in this area Party Zone, which I think I've once ever seen on location, and Lethal Weapon 3 which is, eh, that's a game all right.


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Class of 1812 is a wild game, though, with a definite vibe of ``we have The Addams Family license at home'' and that gruesome-humor vibe that's always fun.


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[personal profile] bunnyhugger had, like, three really good games in a row of it. Here she pauses to wait for her score to come back.


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Pinball router calling cards: the universal language? Apart from the grouping of telephone digits you could slip this under the glass of a game in the United States and not really stand out.


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A nice thing about Gottlieb games of the early 90s is they had this map of what was on the playfield and what you got for it. I didn't know they made it in multiple languages, though.


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Currently Reading: In The Shadow Of The Moon: A Challenging Journey to Tranquility, 1965 - 1969, Francis French and Colin Burgess.

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krad ([personal profile] kradeelav) wrote2025-12-13 11:58 pm
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i am such a terrible hater because i write one (1) genuinely cranky/scathing post and immediately ask myself 'would i rather be drawing hot bishies or sleeping instead of rereading this and being mad when i know this isn't useful for anyone' and the answer is always yes. and then i immediately delete it.

i respect the Hater(tm) game, just it ain't in me, clearly LOL
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Travis ([personal profile] torachan) wrote2025-12-13 08:15 pm
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Daily Happiness

1. The weather today was very nice. It looks like it's supposed to be in the low 70s for a few days coming up, but I hope it actually stays at those temps and doesn't end up warmer than predicted as it often has recently.

2. I've been waiting for the right size box to ship some stuff out and today I finally got one! Amusingly enough, what I want to ship out is puzzles and the perfect box had some new puzzles I ordered recently in it. (The actual size of the puzzles I'm sending is different from the ones that just came, but the box fits both and came with lots of packing paper.)

3. Tuxie is fattening up for the winter.

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The Gauche in the Machine ([personal profile] china_shop) wrote in [community profile] sid_guardian2025-12-14 05:12 pm

Slo-Mo Rewatch: Guardian episode 8, part 1

Zhao Yunlan sprawled on a couch, grinning at his phone. The background shows a purply sky with stars. Text reads "Slo-Mo Rewatch. Guardian - half an episode per week @ sid-guardian.dreamwidth.org."


Hi, and welcome back to the Guardian drama Slo-Mo Rewatch. Watch half an episode a week, at your leisure, and then come and chat about it here in comments. Or you can just jump into the comments without rewatching, of course!

Here are the previous weeks' rewatch posts.

Episode 8, up to 22:19

Summary
The SID enthusiastically welcomes Guo Changcheng as an official employee, and Lin Jing gives him the fear baton. ♥ Zhao Yunlan arranges to buy some old books and then calls Shen Wei to offer them as a gift, while Zhu Hong and Da Qing gossip about his black-heartedness and obsession with Shen Wei. Zhao Yunlan and Da Qing meet a student in the street to buy the books, then sit around and talk about recruiting Shen Wei to the SID. Zhao Yunlan is openly smitten. ♥ But presenting the gift to Shen Wei does not go as planned: Zhao Yunlan gives a fake provenance for the books, Shen Wei leaves, and Zhao Yunlan slinks off to recover his dignity in private drink tea and talk about new SID premises. A mysterious letter gives Wang Zheng flashbacks. Changcheng and Chu Shuzhi run into Ding Dun in the street juuuust before receiving an APB about him. The Envoy comes to the SID to request help tracking him down, but Da Qing is hesitant to proceed without their fearless leader. Chu Shuzhi sets to work anyway and takes Changcheng with him. Meanwhile, Zhu Jiu murders Ding Dun, whose body the others find and take back to the SID? (Or pass on to the Envoy?) On the university campus that night, Shen Wei confides in Ying Chun while wearing an ascot. Zhu Jiu shows up, and fisticuffs ensue (Ying Chun helps Shen Wei), but Zhu Jiu escapes. Ying Chun points out the dangers in Shen Wei's plan to go after a missing item, but Shen Wei is resolved.



Quote
Lin Jing: This is my newest invention. It can transform fear into electricity. The more fear, the more electricity. In other words, I made it especially as the perfect, most powerful weapon you could have.
Guo Changcheng: E...electricity? I'm also afraid of electricity.

Detail
When Zhao Yunlan calls Shen Wei about the old books, the original subs say, "What a coincidence! I have a lot of old books," and the VIKI subs say, "You are so lucky as I have some in my home!" while Solo's subs have "As it happens, regarding this, the two of us were brought together by fate." The last is closest to the Chinese subs: 巧了 咱俩在这个事上 太有缘了 ("What a coincidence! We're so destined to meet on this matter." according to Google Translate).

Poll #33955 Subtitles
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 4


Which subtitles are you using? (Tick all that apply.)

View Answers

original fansubs
2 (50.0%)

Solo's subs
3 (75.0%)

VIKI subs
1 (25.0%)

Chinese hard subs
1 (25.0%)

other
0 (0.0%)



Questions
Do you have a stand-out favourite scene or quote from the first half of episode 8? Is everyone genuinely glad to have Guo Changcheng onboard? Does Shen Wei as the Envoy already have a red stamp, and if so, when/how did he get it? On a scale of 1 to 10, how smitten is Zhao Yunlan with Shen Wei? On a scale of 1 to 10, how sympathetic is Da Qing to this smittenness? Who sends the APB on Ding Dun? (Presumably not the Envoy!) How do you feel about ascots? How great is the fight with Zhu Jiu?

Did you see any parallels in these scenes with other parts of the drama? If you're familiar with the novel, any thoughts about how the drama adaptation compares, if at all?

(As usual, these are all just conversation starters - feel free to answer all, some, or none, and to say as much or as little as you like! You don't have to be keeping up with the rewatch to join in. We'd love to hear your thoughts!)

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jazzyjj ([personal profile] jazzyjj) wrote in [community profile] awesomeers2025-12-13 09:44 pm
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Just one thing: 14 December 2025

It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!
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numb3r_5ev3n ([personal profile] numb3r_5ev3n) wrote2025-12-13 09:10 pm

Dec 13, 2025

My iron has felt low for about two weeks now, and I've gone back to taking a daily multivitamin. It may be time to go see a doctor and see if this is back at the point of needing actual supplements, but last year my job switched me to the shitty insurance (good luck getting in anywhere within a six month timeframe unless it's urgent care or the ER, and I need a referral for Planned Parenthood, LOL.) and it doesn't get switched back until the first of the year. But when it gets to the point where all I think about besides my fanfic is how damn cold I am all the time and how nice it would be to just chow down on an entire bag of steamed broccoli, I know there's a problem.

My dopamine levels are crashing again, and I'm trying to keep the momentum going on my writing. Like I know the process is going through a fuckton of drafts and re-writes, but it sucks having to go through so many drafts and re-writes? It sucks that this is what The Process entails? I mean regardless, the fact that I have written more in the past month than I have over the last decade is pretty important, I think. But I don't want to stop there.

I have voiced my opinion on Christmas and the Holidays on this blog several times by this point. It's a Neurodivergent person's nightmare (or at least THIS Neurodivergent person's nightmare) and the only things I like about the Holidays as an adult are making baked goods and actually hanging out with family and then getting to go to my friends' New Years Eve Party where we play In The Air Tonight to the Ball Drop every year (except for 2020.)


Current Mood.
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viridian5 ([personal profile] viridian5) wrote2025-12-13 10:20 pm

Still the shapes fill my head

snowmen 1 (couple)I finally found a warm-ish night when I was available to go, so I traveled into Manhattan on a window display spree.

I've posted Ralph Lauren, Bloomingdale's, Bergdorf Goodman, and Kleinfeld Bridal Christmas/holiday window display photos to my Flickr.

I'll be going through, processing, and posting Saks Fifth Avenue's haul in the near future. They made things so hard on me...

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I'm still adjusting the arrangement of ornaments on my tree to my taste and wondering if the (non-thieving) roommate ever notices.