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9:15p HAPPY BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to destabee!
I hope today and every day in the coming year adds something wonderful to your adventures in living artfully while ALWAYS giving you something to be thankful for.
Be happy.
Be well.
Peace and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
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7:17p Happy Thanksgiving!
Hope everyone is having a happy Thanksgiving! Mine has been good, but busy, as I've been caring for (and loving) a number of other people's pets today.
current mood: stuffed
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6:12p fic recs
Quite a few; I've had a bunch of fics in the recs pipeline for a while. These are posted in the order in which I read them.
To Take Is Not To Give, by lareinenoire. Part 2 of more. Shakespeare, Henry VI/Richard III, 1930s AU, PG-13, focuses on the York and Warwick families, with all the accompanying dodginess. I recced Part 1 a few weeks ago; Part 2 gives us some of Anne's perspective, with emphasis on her relationship to her father and her sister. lareinenoire's fic is wonderful at filling in the gaps between bits of the plays, such as constructing a whole life for Anne Neville and her family. I love cranky, misanthropic Anne here, but I think where this fic is especially striking in its characterization of Warwick as both totally creepy and amoral and yet still a reasonably committed father, a capacity in which we don't see him at all in the plays.
Cecily York was as good as her word. Some ten months later, Anne received a letter from Newnham College, Cambridge, offering her a place for the upcoming academic year. A letter now pinched between her father's fingers, tapping on the burnished wood surface of his desk.
"And what, exactly, do you propose to gain by this?" He settled back in his chair, leather squeaking beneath his weight. It was rare enough that he was in London these days, and she had managed to catch him several hours before he was due to depart for Paris for what seemed like the hundredth time. Of course, it was a mistake to assume that just because he was on the verge of leaving, he could be caught off guard. "They don't confer degrees on women, you know."
"I'm aware of it, Father. I merely wish to enrich my mind. Is that a problem?"
Her father's nose wrinkled. "You are a young lady with a great fortune, Annie. This college business is little more than a waste of time and funds."
"But it will make me happy." Anne leant forward so she was looking at him through her lashes as Bel did. "Daddy, please?"
"Oh, Annie," he chuckled, "a valiant effort, but you'll need a great deal more practice. And it's not the sort of thing one learns at a women's college."
"How do you know that?" she demanded, cheeks flushing. "I want to go. And you shan't stop me." Snatching the letter from him, she stormed out of the room, his laughter echoing in her wake.
Interdepartmental Politics, by gileonnen. Shakespeare, Richard II and Henry IV, present-day academic AU, gen (focuses on Richard and Hal), PG-13. A while back lindensphinx made a post requesting fic in academic!AUs, and this one was one result. And I totally love it. I am, as I am sure I have said, a sucker for fic about Richard and Hal, and the characterization in this one is terrific -- Gil has a real knack for conveying their complementary subtle and unsubtle creepiness. Also, Hal's description of his specialties cracks me up.
"I heard you had a research assistantship opening up next semester, while you're on sabbatical," says the boy. His hands are in his pockets, his shoulders thrown back; it's an attempt at defiance in the face of his own supplication. It's rather charming, actually.
"And you have particular expertise with the deciphering and preservation of late medieval texts, do you? Or a distinguished research career in kingship and gender?"
"Kingship is an interest of mine," Harry allows, with undue caution. He seems to be waiting for Richard to spring upon him and tear him to shreds, perhaps with the aid of some sort of retractable claw mechanism.
The Peaceable Kingdom, by orange_crushed. Twilight, Edward/Bella, PG-13. Contains incredible dodginess, dead animals, ickiness, sociopathy, and whatnot. SHUT UP I DON'T READ TWILIGHT FIC NORMALLY. This one was mentioned in one of kadath's chapter-by-chapter sporking posts as a particularly good deconstructive fic, and indeed it pretty much takes Bella's more sociopathic aspects at face value and runs with that. I'd totally read a novel about that.
He sneaks around the back of the gym every day, to stare at her in the gap between volleyball and calculus; Jessica notices and elbows her in the side, giggling.
"Your boyfriend's here."
"I know," Bella says. She does know; she felt him in the pit of her stomach when his eyes hit her skin. The ache is simmering in his eyeballs, his jaw. He's drowning in the seconds he's not touching her. He does this every day and for him, it's only getting worse. Bella spikes and misses; it hits Charlene in the back of the head and sails clear up into the bleachers.
Things couldn't be more perfect.
Faculty Planning, by gileonnen. Shakespeare Richard II, present-day academic AU, Richard/Bolingbroke, R/NC-17. This is a followup to "Interdepartmental Politics" above, and contains all kinds of utterly terrific dodginess of which the questionable uses of ties and copiers (which are btw Totally Symbolic in this AU, it's awesome) are merely the tip of the iceberg. Also, take what I said above about Richard being creepy and magnify it several times, because he is epically, calculatedly creepy in this fic, and it is awesome. Also, hot.
"Well," Richard mutters to Edward, as they pack up their folders and resettle their jackets. "I suppose we didn't need that postcolonial history hire, after all."
"You're just certain that you've tweaked his nose," Edward answers. There's something in his tone that makes Richard hesitate to respond--something hard and bitter. "The department can go to Hell for all you care, so long as you get your parting shot on the way down." When he tries to turn away, though, Richard catches at his elbow.
"Do you really think it's my fault that the motion passed?" Richard asks softly. Edward meets his eyes, and when he doesn't say no at once, Richard has his answer. "Then I'll talk to him. Give me half an hour."
"To do what, exactly?"
"To tweak a bit more than his nose." He turns and makes his way down the hall at speed, and before Edward can take his meaning, he has turned a corner. It is nearly as good as vanishing.
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