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Not quite as bad as feared, although every time I tried to take a nap/sleep in, I ended up having to field a call from a Baby Boomer.

UGH.

I mean, it was only twice. But both times it was about stuff that my uncle was trying to get rid of. First his wife called me (after he called my phone and couldn't get through, she called B1's phone, and B1 WOKE ME UP to give me the phone). And then mum called me WHILE I WAS TRYING TO SLEEP IN ON SUNDAY MORNING.

IDK. I try to sleep, it never manages to be enough lately. Like I'm functional, just tired. Also, headaches a lot. And my temporomandibular joint has been giving me trouble. It feels fine most of them time, but biting down on things is a bit dodgy.

Tomorrow, I'm going to watch the superbowl with some guys from church. It's annual, and just one of those Things That I Do. Three of the four friends who usually come along and watch have checked in with me to see if I'm coming. And as for the fourth friend, I'll just say "curiosity is not his love language".

Oof, I might go lie down and do some reading until I fall asleep.

I did write about 1200 words today, though. That was good.

dine

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necrophilia

So. Work exploded.

Anyway, this entry is about Return to Silent Hill.

Below the cut: full spoilers for both Silent Hill 2 (the video game) and Return to Silent Hill (the movie). tl;dr — do not see this movie. Do literally anything else with your time.

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shadowhive

An Offer
Pairing: Anthony Martinez/Brandon Saller
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Boot kink, smut
Notes: Belated Xmas fic, I wasn’t sure what to do (I did consider it being Jyrki focussed but for some reason my mind couldn’t come up with a clear thought, same with a directly Xmas idea) then suddenly this vague idea came to mind so…
(But yay it’s done at last! Though the title is kinda sucky but it’s almost 3am and can’t think of a better one, I’ll also link in pics in the morning)
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feng_shui_house

Today I discovered a very short video where a lovely Irish lady demonstrates a simple and effective workout program for adults to relieve the stress of modern life.

https://www.threads.com/@mohu/post/DUdwlGKD3-q/media?xmt=AQGz070GUpr0ILI2cjNrXTDU-JjCPoc5treU0QH1XklHlQ

azurelunatic

I got a steroid shot in my right knee on Wednesday, and miraculously I can almost walk again.

I'm still spending a lot of time in bed, but I don't have to strategize about bathroom trips. One cane is sufficient.

musesfool

Per my last post, I intended to make two specific dishes for dinner this weekend (panko-crusted pork chops and pasta with sausage and cabbage), and my groceries were ordered with that in mind. Three guesses as to what did not arrive with my order, and the first two don't count. (Spoiler: it was the sausage and the pork chops.)

Sigh.

I gave up on today and just ordered pizza, and I think tomorrow I will pivot to mac and cheese because I have all the ingredients for that without having to do a second grocery delivery.

This afternoon, I baked an apple-cranberry crumble since I had 2 apples I hadn't eaten yet and all those cranberries hanging around. Instead of walnuts, I used pecans and instead of raisins I used chocolate chips, and I used maple sugar over the fruit instead of regular, and it smells fantastic. I can't wait to cut into it. I might need to make some whipped cream to eat with it.

The wind is whipping around like crazy and it's supposed to be super extra cold tomorrow, so I hope everyone is safe and warm, wherever you are.

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jenab

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senmut

AO3 Link | Hunting Gone Wrong (1144 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars [2008] - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Suicide/Suicidal Ideation
Characters: CC-1119 | Appo, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Suicidal Thoughts, Child Murder
Summary:

Appo is on a death world, hunting, but maybe he was the prey... and the wrong one at that.

Hunting Gone Wrong

They were being hunted, picked off one by one on this death world. Appo wasn't certain what he'd done to anger his Lord, but being sent to hunt a Force User had seemed easy enough on the data pad.

The reality was proving brutally different, and he was down to just two members of the original six that had followed him here to capture the rogue Force User for Lord Vader. Nor could he just comm for back up; the Exactor was pursuing the rag tag Rebels that had been in the system when they dropped.

Appo pulled up a map of the world, narrowing in on the fissure-laden landscape of this island. The Force User had taken out the other drop ship while they were in atmo before ditching from the ship and letting it crash. A small part of him decided it was rather fitting that they were all marooned, and Appo's chances of a pick up were a lot better than the Force User's.

TK-1138 let the world kill him, spooking at a noise and falling into one of the hissing fissures. Appo looked at the last surviving man of his squadron and ground his teeth inside his helmet. They might only be fleshborn, but he'd spent time fine-tuning the training that CC-2224 sent them out with.

They had to be the best to be 501st, after all. That had never stopped being true, from the before-times to now.

"Stay here, get the communication unit pieced together. Fleet should be back any time now."

"Yes sir."

Was the trooper relieved? Hoping Appo was the next victim? It didn't matter. Appo had to catch this karking —

The pain in his head came back, as that slip into his first language usually sparked it.

It was bad enough he held tight to his name.

He'd forgotten what it was like to hunt by himself. Even in his plastoid, it was easier to move and hide and track than when he was half-focused on keeping a squad alive.

He thought he was closing in on the Force User. He was fairly certain they were even injured. All he had to do was clear this climb, and he'd be close enough to be sure. Just a little more to climb —

— and a noise drew his eyes up, to see a face with white marks on bronze skin, blue and white marks on the horns and headtails alike, but eyes like his own staring holes into his soul.

The Jedi were traitors, manipulating the whole war, killing his brothers to cling to their power. The Chancellor said so, and he was their Supreme Commander. The General believed it. Appo followed orders, led the men up the stairs, and they started quartering the Temple, clearing out the traitors of all shapes and sizes.

It didn't matter that this one looked like the Commander. She'd been a traitor too. He brought his blaster up for a clean shot, waiting until she deflected two others to take his own.

He ignored the voice screaming in the back of his head that she had been just a kid.

Appo blinked at the bright light all around him, his concealing helmet (bucket, a piece of him remembered) gone, and him trussed him up as firmly as he'd meant to do to her once he caught the Force User.

She was tossing an EMP grenade in a hand, pacing in front of him.

Just as suddenly as she'd overcome him on the climb, she was there, kneeling in front of him.

"It would be more merciful to kill you," she said. "To you and to my father."

Clone dark eyes staring out of a face like hers.

"I don't feel like being merciful today." She clicked the detonator, and Appo's world disappeared for the second time in less than an hour, this time consumed by searing pain in his skull, the kind that came when he remembered the before times.

Vader's Fist.

Torrent Company.

Memories, like those of two different men, warred within him.

Torrent won.

He found himself retching up the nutripaste he'd been rationing himself since landfall. She at least tilted him with the Force so he didn't get it on himself.

Appo looked at her again, recognizing the hard jawline and set of the eyes as The Captain's trademark resolve. The lines of her marks might scream of the Commander, but he didn't think this one was going to try and make it all better like Commander Vod'ika had tried time and again, after the bad campaigns.

"So, when I take your binders off, I'm not going to stop you if you choose the easy way out," she said in a hard voice. "Didn't even know that kriffing monster still had any of you. Was supposed to be him I was facing down here."

"You… tried… to bait VADER?!" he asked, but of course a child of those two would be that brazen.

She didn't answer, just staring at him with unblinking anger at him for not being the right prey.

The easy way — he knew just what she meant, and as her features blurred with the earlier, rounder face of that child in the Temple, he thought he just might.

"You said your father," he managed to get out instead. "The Captain lives?"

"Somewhere out there. It's not like he and I could work together once I was old enough to go out on my own."

The binders fell away from him, and his gear was right there. A tiny piece of him suggested he go for his blaster, not to take the easy road, but to try and take her down, like he'd been told to.

Just like he'd been told to murder children. And atrocities that made that pale in comparison, ever since the day he followed his General into haran.

"What's the hard way?" he asked, and that got a blink, then a flex of the too-small lekku.

"I take you to a rehab specialist, away from the fighting, and you figure out if you can make peace with the man that chip made of you."

"Will he come there? Or her — kriff." The face and lekku had gone hard all over again on the pronoun. "She's gone?"

"It's why I joined up. He lived, when she didn't come back to us. And I'm not going to stop until he goes down."

"Small part of getting off this rock?"

"Got that covered." She turned to start walking down the easy side of the rise.

A few minutes later, he was following, with just the weapons and rations, hard as it was to leave the armor's protection behind.

She didn't say a word, and he kept following. Maybe, in her, in what she offered as the hard way, he'd find a way to his honor again.

melagan

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starwatcher

But I'm laughing with this person, not at them. I picture a very young fan person in their first flush of discovering the magic that is fanfic, and realizing that they can write it themself.

"When I wrote one of my first My Little Pony fanfics, I made the main characters teamsters, because my hasty research into fan fiction suggested that shipping was popular."

(From halfway down this thread.)

I can't help it; I'm still wearing a big grin on my face.

dine

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littleliability

Oops. I did not mean for time to escape from me like this, but alas, I've got five classes and a job, so what do you expect? Political science and Latin are proving to be my easiest classes (or, well... least commitment?) while I've been putting in a lotta time for ancient lit and my writing classes. Thankfully, I'm studying under the writer-in-residence at my university, and we've had a couple meetings so far. He's offered me and my classmates free passes to the Tennessee Williams literary festival in New Orleans, and specifically said I might be interested in the Saints and Sinners Festival, which is a LGBTQ subfestival of the TWFEST. I'm really excited for this semester, even if he's pushing me to write 100 pages of my original work, which is gonna be SO MUCH. I know I can probably do it if I don't go back and edit and re-edit, and just keep forging forward, but good lord is it daunting.
I also went and saw Iron Lung this week! It was really good, but I didn't know what it was about until I walked into the theater. I thought it was about a guy with polio who had a bunch of weird fucked up dream sequences as he came to terms with his illness. It is not. Very much not. I am scared of blood. There was so, so, so much blood. But it was good! I enjoyed it! I left the theater very upset, so I think Mr. Markiplier did his job well!
Anyways. I am off to commit to some AIC time (ass in chair) and make myself lunch, maybe. Hopefully.

(this was originally meant to be posted yesterday morning, apologies!!)

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senmut

sweettartheart thank you for the lovely card.

rekishi

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shadowhive

Challenge 1:

Make a Top Ten list for your favourite standalone media and tell people exactly why you love it. This can be in any format - movies, one shot dramas, novels, short stories, plays, something else not mentioned here. Whatever you like!

So I had hoped to get this done earlier in the week but between the combo of 2 things (1: brain being blah and 2: brain going ‘file not found’ with films) it’s took mee longer to do than I hoped. (Even as I start this I’m not sure what the last entry is going to be.)

So to start with I’ve defined standalone as being just that, a film that’s just a one off film. It’s not part of a bigger film series, it’s not a prequel or a sequel (at least at time of writing). Some of these things might have stuff in other media, just not a film follow up. Some of these I wish had sequels and that will come up when I get to them.

It’s also not a ranking, the way they are listed are more ‘this is the order they came to mind’ than ‘this is the order I rank them’. (Because honestly? I find it hard to rank things) And also I am 110% sure I’m missing something. I’m sure as soon as this is posted I’ll go ‘oh! How could I forget that??’

Ok enough rambling.

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