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Here is BabyTea’s soup recipe from yesterday, with the changes we made. It cooked up quickly and was easy - we used the frozen shiitakes I buy in bulk from the Asian grocery, plus some dried porcini mushrooms I had in the pantry. I think any combination of mushrooms would be delicious.
If you want lots of broth, keep half a cup of barley, but I like a thicker soup. Also easier to feed babies.
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B. Dylan Hollis’s peanut butter bread - toddler approved!
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Also, it’s a stroke of genius that Sir Walter Elliot is a baronet - he has exact one title below him he can look down on. He’s not a peer. He doesn’t sit in the House of Lords. There are richer landed gentlemen - Mr Darcy, if they happened to meet, could buy Kellynch Hall as a cute little investment property.
This article suggests that the cost of an estate would be about 30x the amount it generated in a year. A different article suggested it probably cost about £600/annum to rent Netherfield (and thus presumably Kellynch Hall, plus or minus some). If Sir Walter’s income was £1000/annum, he would apparently be in the 1%, which does rather put into perspective the Bennets, doesn’t it? And I doubt his estate is well managed.
Anyway, while he would definitely be a super rich dude by the standards of his day, it’s like fancy doctor rich, not top tier basketball player rich. Everything he has, from his title to his land to his income to his history (not very long, in the grand scheme of things) to his appearance, is relatively substanceless for the amount of weight he and those around him accord it. He’s a very little man, and Austen’s readers would very much be able to pick up on just how little he is. Which is, incidentally, why he’s also such a fucking sycophant to anyone even slightly higher up the social ladder.
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…Jonathan, you do realize if you have a letter dated June 29 it doesn’t mean you have to be alive then? Like once you’ve written them you could be dead any old time. I don’t think that’s how the date of your death works.
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Poor Van Helsing - he gives two very simple instructions: don’t leave Lucy alone and make sure she wears the garlic flowers around her neck all night. And over the course of ONE FUCKING WEEK literally no one not even the dudes who are in love with her can manage this. They’re not even getting whammied, unlike the maids and Lucy!
Van Helsing, initially: well this isn’t fucking ideal but it’s early enough in the process, we can definitely -
Van Helsing by the end: I think you just want to fuck around and find out and by god you have found out.
Poor Lucy.
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My Little Sun - Reid x Reader
“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.” “So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.
CONTENT WARNINGS: AGE GAP, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY, STALKING, LANGUAGE probably the misuse of a Russian word IF THERES MORE LMK
A/N: Okay, let me be honest rq this idea lowk scared me but the words really just fell out of my brain really easily so, yk fuck it whatever. ANYWAY, if you like, please let me know!
pt 2, pt 3
“I love you Spencer.” The words immediately melted me.
“I know so many things.” She gave me an unapproving look.
“I don’t mean to sound cocky, but I do! Now for once in your life, listen to me.” She nodded her head in concession.
“I’ve just read more, I’ve written more, I’ve discovered and studied more than the average person. I could tell you a little bit about anything with one hundred percent certainty. I could--and want--to tell you the names of all the stars, I could recite verbatim the entirety of Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus or Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, which you know, speaking of I will ‘cause I still can’t believe you haven’t read it,” Her smile flattened into a straight line, and I laughed. “Orrr, I could also tell you something simple, like why we get the hiccups.” I shook my head.
“Regardless, I know so many things and I’m rarely taken by surprise because of it. Everything in life is a pattern of change, and as a human, we will always adjust and adapt to whatever situation we are in. For better or worse, we don’t feel the same thing for very long. This is why an addict takes a couple more every time, a sadist hits his second victim harder than the first, they’re searching for the high of the first time, and it will never come.”
She nodded in understanding,
“I know this is true, it’s factual, and yet every time I look at you it feels like the first. You’ve broken the laws of human psychology.”
“First time you saw me was at a gas station Spencer.”
“No. The first time I looked at you after I knew I loved you.”
“Where were we?”
“My car. You were dancing. You looked ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously sexy? You mean?” She smiled.
“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.”
“So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.
“It did indeed. You’ve become my solnyshko moyo.”
“Tell me that’s Russian dirty talk.” She said with a grin.
“It’s better. It’s a term of endearment you’ve become the epitome of.”
“And what’s that Dr. Reid?” she giggled.
“My little sun. You’ve become my little sun. Following me around and bringing light and warmth.” She snuggled herself impossibly closer into my chest, wrapping one of her legs over mine.
“Except for your feet!” I shrieked at her freezing toes meeting mine.
“They’re not that cold you big baby!” she shouted.
I laughed and kissed her sweetly, “I am not the baby here.” I said.
“Please,” she started until I interrupted her with a kiss, “If you’re not the baby,” I kissed her again, “That implies I’M the baby,” Kiss, “And I’m not a” Kiss.
“Shush baby.” I told her, but like always, she didn’t listen, instead sitting up to straddle me. My appreciation for her beauty was like how a prisoner appreciates freedom, and yet it was miniscule into what I found in her character. It blew my mind that a girl so perfect existed.
“Rarely do great virtue and beauty dwell together. Francesco Petrarch.” I started, my hands making their way onto her hips, “That makes you a rarity.”
“You’re spoiling me with nice words today Spencer.”
“You’ve spoiled me. My frontal lobe is spoiled milk.” She laughed, wondering how I was going to manage to make this one romantic.
“That’s the part of the brain responsible for sensibility and logical thinking, and you, little girl, have positively ruined it. You make me stupid.”
“I ruined the genius Dr. Reid with the 187 IQ? Makes sense. I’m like, way smarter.”
“You are. So, so much smarter.”
“I want that in writing.” she poked my chest.
I pulled her down and kissed her forehead to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance.”
She pushed herself away and rolled her eyes at me like a bratty child does her nanny, and I continued, “ You’re smarter, but I’m more educated. I have more doctorates than you have years in university.”
“Whatever…”
I brushed the hair away from her perfect face, “You tired baby?”
She sighed and laid down, splaying herself on my chest, laying on me like I was the duvet. “Very.”
I held her impossibly close, breathing in her scent and counting every time her heart thumped, her bpm said she was relaxed. Oh god, I wanted her like this forever. Relaxed in my arms, where nothing could touch us but each other.
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“Must you work?” I sent the message to Spencer as I rolled over to his side of the bed in anticipation. I breathed in heavy, liking the way the pillow smelled like his laundry.
“Unfortunately.” he responded.
“Think you’ll be home this weekend?”
“It’s not looking like it, little one. I’m sorry.”
I didn’t reply. I was too sad to reply. I knew it’d make him feel guilty, which I didn’t want to do, cause like, his job and saving people and shit is important. But, it still wasn’t fair! At all. There was something very important I had to tell him.
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Total darkness, and then way too much light. My head hurt and I couldn’t move. I was handcuffed to a wooden chair. There were chains around my torso and ankles. The room was a medical sort of bright. It smelled like bleach and rotting fruit. The walls were dilapidated, seeming to be made of tiles that were once white, but have turned yellow.
What the FUCK?
“Hello!” I shouted. My voice was so coarse it hurt. Shit. My head pulsed so badly it practically hurt to think, but I still racked my brain.
Where am I?
How’d I get here?
Why am I here?
I woke up again. Fuck, why can’t I think? Why can’t I do anything?
“Hey, y/n.” A woman’s voice. A very stoic, cold, sounding female voice.
I’m not alone. Thank god, oh my god, I’m not alone.
With the little strength I had, I lifted my head to see her. She wasn’t what I thought. She was alright, she wasn’t tied. She did this to me?
She took a sip from her silver flask, “Do you know who I am?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Typical.” She stood up and grabbed me by the hair, “You fucking disgust me.” Like, she said, she threw my hair away like it disgusted her.
She sat back down on the bench in front of the chair I was chained to, “My name is Brook Austen. I was a professor at Georgetown last year. Taught a couple seminars at your school, that little university you go to, the students there were nothing like mine. Not nearly as intelligent, but as expected, Georgetown is much more prestigious, obviously.”
I was confused, and she knew, but did not care.
“You’re not the brightest, y/n. Only slightly above average high school grades, strikingly mediocre academic performance now.”
Where the hell is she going with this?
“And you know it doesn’t surprise me, per say, because every man on this goddamn planet is a piece of fucking shit! But I thought that, maybe, just maybe, Spencer was different.”
She grimaced, “I thought he’d want more than just a pretty face! ‘Cause you might be prettier y/n, but I’m smarter.” Her words were laced with utter hatred.
Her demeanor changed, and it almost started to seem like she was talking to herself. “I'm older. I’m more successful. I’m fucking better.”
She approached me again, grabbing my face so I was looking her in those scarily light green eyes, and she wrapped her hands around my throat. “I’m fucking better then you! Better, better, better!” Every time she said better she shook my neck and gripped tighter so I couldn’t breathe.
“Stop! Please! Please stop!” I shouted, “I’m-I’m pregnant!”
She began to break down, “You’re pregnant?” A maniacal chuckle left her throat, “You’re pregnant?”
“Is it Spencer’s?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Wow.” She laughed once more, “Fucking wow.”
“How could Spencer choose this!? You’re nothing like him. You are a pathetic fucking college student. A fucking daddy issue ridden slut! I’m a celebrated academic, just like him!” Tears began to slip from her eyes, “How could he not choose me?”
This woman is NOT well in the head.
“You--you like Spencer?” I asked.
“You don’t get to ask the fuckin’ questions here.” She pulled a knife out of her pocket and held it to the tip of my chin, “I do. So you’re gonna answer them.” Or, she started manically laughing, “I’ll kill you.” She swallowed, “And your baby.”
I screamed at those words, “No,” I sobbed, “NO!”
I turned my head away so I didn’t have to look at the woman in front of me, there was a timed red dot blinking. A camera.
“Is that-- is that a camera?”
She nodded, “I want Spencer to see you and his child die.”
“He….No! No, please, No!” I choked on a sob and she smiled.
“He doesn’t know.” She paced, “He doesn’t even fucking know!”
She waltzed over to the camera and brought it closer to us, “Hey Spencer.” She began waving, “Hey Penelope. Aaron. Derek. Jennifer. Emily.”
Her demeanor changed once more, into that of a cheerleader of all things, “So, quick recap.” Brook pursed her lips, “Spencer your twenty three year old fucktoy is pregnant. Congrats!”
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Y/N was two things I didn’t know she was this morning: In serious danger, and the mother of my expected child. I felt frozen in trepidation.
We all watched in horror as Brook greeted us. All by first name. She knew exactly what she was doing and it freaked me out even more.
“Reid, you need to step out.” Hotch grabbed my shoulder, “Now.”
I was sick with fear and ill with rage. I sat down because I could feel my knees go weak. Hotch started again, “We know who she is. We will find her. Y/N will be alright.” He paused, “So will the baby.”
I replayed the events of the live footage in my head, her screams of pain and terror, her trembles and confusion. I’d failed her. I’d failed her and now I knew I’d also failed our child.
JJ sat down next to me, “Spencer, when did you meet Brook?”
“I uh,” I wiped my face, “A year and four months ago. I did uh, I taught uh, I taught a string of seminars at Georgetown. It was biweekly. Her office was next to mine. We spoke for the first time when she offered me a coffee.”
“What did you say?”
“What do you think I said?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, I said yeah, I fucking like coffee.” I felt instantaneously guilty for cursing, and especially at JJ but I was too frazzled for it to last long enough to apologize.
“I know Spence, I’m sorry. Just keep going.”
“Then, the next week, we got lunch together.”
“Was it, you know, friendly?”
“What are you implying Jennifer?” I snapped.
“No Spence, we just need to know. You know that.”
“It was-- it was just lunch. A very normal colleague to colleague lunch. We talked about the school’s history. And uh, where we grew up. It was small talk.”
“Ok, was this the last time you spoke to her?”
“No. There was one more time. Y/N was there.”
“Tell me about it Spence.” She grabbed my hand,
I breathed out, “It was the next week I taught after lunch. About two hours before my class. I was lesson planning, and Y/N was doing homework on my desk. She came in. She asked if I wanted to go get lunch. She saw y/n and--Fuck.”
“What Spence? What?”
“She asked me who she was, but it was like, she didn’t want y/n to know she was asking. She thought she was…”
“She thought she was what?”
“A student.”
“And what did you tell her?”
“The truth. That she was my girlfriend.”
“Did you see her anywhere else after that?”
“No. She never came by my office again. When I would see her by chance, she would scurry away. It was strange.”
“Think really hard Spence. Did you ever see her again after you stopped teaching at Georgetown.”
I racked my brain, “Yeah. I did. It was two months ago. Three days after I proposed to y/n. She was getting a coffee at this coffee shop by y/n’s school.. I was bringing her some lunch”
“Spencer she's been stalking you. Your proposal was the stressor.”
“But--I’m a profiler. I would’ve noticed.” I stood up with a realization. “What Spence?” JJ asked, standing up as well to look at me.
“She’s been stalking her, not me. She knew I was a part of the BAU, she knew I would’ve noticed.”
“I’ll tell the team.”
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A/N2: If this doesn’t totally flop, I’ll write PT 2, that elaborates on the reader’s and Spencer’s relationship. I think through flashbacks from both Y/N and Spencer would be a cool way to explore their relationship and of course the whole reader being kidnapped thing plot could develop. Again, if you enjoyed this pls let me know!!
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Podcast Rec Sunday
Happy Podcast Recommendation Sunday from us here at The Vanishing Act!
1) Believer: A relatively new addition to the audio drama community, Believer tells the story of Lara Campbell, a faux-psychic that goes looking for her ex, Rose, who has gone missing in a small town where there’s definitely something...off. This show hooked us from the excellent first ten minutes (there’s some fantastic show-not-tell work done in our protagonist’s intro that we don’t want to ruin for you) and the introduction of Soda Pop, played by truly the best dog voice actor in the biz. There’s a little bit of everything for conspiracy-lovers, cryptid fans, and ghost hunters to be found here, as well as some relationship-based subplots and moments of great humor. The music is eerie and sad and spooky and feels sort of suspended in time the way the music in Lore can feel, and gives it a kinda WTNV vibe we really enjoy. Find them @believerpod
2) King Falls Am: This is a show that we fell in love with towards the beginning of our audio drama journey, one that is beloved for very good reason. They also just reached 100 episodes so if you’re worried about running out of back catalog, you’re set for awhile (we find it’s best binged in 10-20 episode bursts at a time). The show consists primarily of the broadcasts of a small-town radio station where spooky stuff tends to happen (I know, spooky things? In a PODCAST?!). Despite the promise of spookiness, it also has a real warmth for its characters, well-crafted comedy, and some fantastic worldbuilding. We got into it because the premise sounded similar to other stuff we were enjoying at the time, but it ended up having a really unique vibe of its own with lovable characters and a super vivid world it’s very easy to get immersed in. Find them @kingfallsam
3) We Fix Space Junk: Moving on from spooky small towns, here’s a space sitcom for your listening pleasure! Look, even if this wasn’t one of the tightest, most well-designed shows out there (it is), or if it didn’t have a banging theme song (it does), or if the acting wasn’t committed, specific, and excellently directed (they are), the writing alone would be enough to recommend this show. This is an old-school sci-fi comedy a la Douglas Adams and it. is. lovely. We love odd couple bickering! We love reluctant fugitives who become part of a team because they have no other choice! We love saying fuck capitalism and the debt system (but in, like, a fun way)! We love AIs and cyborgs! Also episodes are roughly 10-20 minutes long so they’re lovely little bite-sized bits of wonderful space adventures. Also maybe weird note, but Kilner’s voice is so so soothing, it’s just nice to listen to. Find them @wefixspacejunk
4) Arden: Do you like true crime? Do you like odd couples who bicker but slowly grow on each other? Hilarious fake advertisements? Shakespeare references? Genuinely intriguing mysteries? Oh boy this is the show for you! The show is about the search for answers about the disappearance of a young starlet named Julie Capsom (star of a movie called Jane Austen Fight Club which like, fucking genius I want to watch this film NOW) and two women who take on the search. This show is so ambitious and innovative and paced so incredibly well--it’s not just a straightforward take or a spoof of the true crime/investigative podcast form, it’s a genuinely good mystery with compelling characters and some really funny moments that never been out of line with the more serious aspects. They have a new season coming out now so it’s a perfect time to get caught up! (Also genuinely, those ads? Amazing. Aural emojis are a true fave.) Find them @ardenpodcast.
As always, if you love any of these pods or fall in love with them because of this post, PLEASE leave a review! We’ll be leaving reviews for all of them today as part of #AudioDramSunday. And if you have any recommendations of podcasts, send them out way, we’d love to listen!
Happy listening!
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salut ellie! someone once asked you about your writing and you recommended falling in love with language and finding ways of writing you love. i was wondering, what books and/or writing styles are you in love with? it's just so interesting to know what somehow had an impact on the way you're writing bc i honestly adore your style
wow do you remember that ? that is such a flattering question oh my god. well, i’m still working on it. some of my favorites are (i’m very eclectic lmao) :
- His Dark Materials (it’s a fantasy book series ‘for kids’ but it’s actually insanely deep and philosophic) is pretty much the first book series that made me fall in love with stories, and made me want to write. I think I found it when I was 10, and it completely shaped me. It’s so ambitious and clever, it never talks down to the reader, brings up those amazing worlds and philosophical concepts and is still accessible to kids. Most of all it is so committed to atmosphere, to making it vivid, to really make you go through what the characters are. I’m thinking of it and I can remember exactly certain passages in an almost sensory way : the witch Serafina Pekkala describing what it feels like to feel the Aurora Borealis on her bare skin as she is flying through the arctic. The polar bear Iorek giving Lyra frozen moss to help bandage his wounds after a battle. The grilled poppy heads that the Jordan College scholars at Oxford eat during a meeting. The little Gallivespians on their dragonflies and the way the sun reflects off their poisonous spurs. That’s how you make a story stick ; that’s how you can put in deep stuff without ever making it boring. I am so excited they’re making a tv series because that shit deserves some recognition. And I mean the whole plot about the importance of stories, free will, the horror of religious fundamentalism....always relevant. Philip Pullman’s stuff is great in general, I love his Sally Lockhart series, which is more adult and adventure focused, and is a great deal of fun. And of course, the sequel to HDM he’s been putting out recently.
- I spent a lot of my teen years reading either crime novels or historical novels. (When I think of some of the stuff I read when I was 13 I’m like oh my god what were my parents doing lmao some of that was really horrible.) And I think it gave me a good feeling for suspense and setting, and how important tension is. One of my all time faves is Andrea Japp. She is a French writer who does mostly crime, involving complex/monstrous woman characters and a very sensory, poetic approach to language, often involving food, plants and poisons. My favorite by her is the “Season of the Beast”/Agnès de Souarcy chronicles, which is a crime series set in medieval times, with a cool independent lady at its core, crimes in a monastery, and this very gloomy end of times vibe that I love. I also read a lot of Scandi Noir stuff, I love the kind of ...laconic approach to life. And again : vibe. Vibe is so important. And Sherlock Holmes stories. I love the Mary Russell series that take place in that universe and are basically a big Mary Sue self insert guilty pleasure but are just. So much fun.
- I like poetry a lot - not stuff that is too wordy, but something short, sharp and vivid. i think reading poetry is essential to feeding your inner ‘metaphor culture’. I love Mary Oliver. Rimbaud, too, that I read at 17 and rocked my world. One of my underrated faves is Hồ Xuân Hương, a Vietnamese poet from the 18th century who was adept at using nature metaphors to hide both erotic stuff, irreverent jokes, and political criticism, and correspond with all the great scholars of her time under a pseudonym. Badass. Recently I bought ‘Soft Science’ by Franny Choi, which is about cyborgs, having a female body, emotions and politics and it’s absolutely brilliant.
- I love reading fairy tales, too. Currently reading (i always read a lot of books at once lol) Angela Carter’s Book of Fairy Tales, basically fairy tales for grown ups, collected from folklore all over the world, with an amazing kind of gruesome humor and wisdom. Norse mythology is also so damn funny. That one bit with Thor dressing up as a bride or Loki’s shenanigans...amazing. And I like fantasy, I find it very soothing to read for some reason, my fave has to be Robin Hobb and her Realm of the Elderlings series. And Terry Pratchett, especially the series with Death or the Witches. Just brilliant. Neil Gaiman too.
- I tend to be very impatient when it comes to literary fiction, I find a lot of it is self-indulgent, dreary. I’m a genre reader through and through, I need to be amazed. I loved ‘the Elegance of the Hedgehog’ by Muriel Barbery though. Some stuff by Amélie Nothomb, Virginie Despentes occasionally (they’re French writers with a very dark, wry approach to life, tho the first is more polished acid and the second very punk rock). And ‘Special Topics in Calamity Physics’ by Marisha Pessl is pretentious as hell but a lot of fun, if you like dark academia. Salman Rushdie has a way with language that is amazing.
- I read a lot of non-fiction. At the moment : the Cabaret of Plants (about the symbolic/socio historical meaning of plants and how they shaped history) by Richard Mabey and ‘Feminist Fight Club’ by Jessica Bennett. One I absolutely love is ‘the Botany of Desire’ by Michael Pollan in which he traces the history of four plant species (apple, potato, cannabis, tulip) and how they impacted us as much as we impacted them. I was obsessed with plants for most of my life as you can see lol (my mother is a herbalist and I wanted to become a botanist for quite a while.). Also philosophy/anthropology in little bits. I love Tim Ingold. Things about witches. Anything by Rebecca Solnit is incredible.
- I’ve been reading a lot of YA recently, because it’s fun and quick and keeps me reading, and has a lot of good female characters. Big fave recently : Jane Unlimited by Kristin Cashore. It’s about a young bisexual woman who’s grieving and comes to this weird house full of doors, each of which leads to a different path in life, and we follow her through each choice she can potentially make, each of one becomes a different genre of story : creepy ghost story, spy story, sci-fi, cute romance, etc. It’s so innovative and it’s a story that is also bisexual culture at its core. Also I absolutely love love love love love (etc forever) the Raven Cycle series by Maggie Stiefvater. What she does with language is just so cool, because she stays simple and efficient but uses her metaphors in such a fulgurant, vivid way. Some of her lines are just. bam! genius. #goals. Also Ronan Lynch is probably THE character that helped me the most with my coming out. He’s one of my forever faves. Of course Harry Potter, lmao, I was of the generation that pretty much grew up with him, the last book came out when I was 17. JK Rowling really should just stop rn. But I learned so much from those, about the importance of making your story feel like home, and having a clear emotional journey. And Harry is such a sarcastic little shit, I love him. And I love a Series of Unfortunate Events too, the darkly funny tone of it, the celebration of knowledge and resilience.
- I think in terms of the classics (I had to read in school lmao), I do like Victor Hugo a lot even though some of his stuff just doesn’t fucking stop. I also like Balzac and his Comédie Humaine, he’s very observant, mean and funny when it comes to people (even though it’s depressing.) Colette is my grandma’s fave writer and she is a rockstar, I love her (also hella bi culture). Jane Austen is great, I read Pride and Prejudice in one night straight, I was so hooked. Love Jane Eyre too. I read On the Road by Jack Kerouac while hopped up on opioid pain killers and that’s probably the only way to appreciate it, but it did mark me.
- But to be completely fucking candid, I probably read the most fanfic nowadays still. Esp since I got to college, I need to unwind when I read, and having characters you already know can be so comforting. Now, of course, there’s a lot of fanfic that is just fluff (nothing wrong with that) but I honestly really believe in the literary value of fanfic. Because some of that shit simply just really slaps and is well written. But also as a genre on its own : you just simply don’t get so much emotional nuance, and depth in most other things. Because these are characters we already know and the writers are not afraid to be self-indulgent and plot is secondary, we see shades of things that we never see anywhere else, we see relationships developping in the small things and wow that shit is breathtaking, bro, sometimes. The art of infinite variation on a theme. Even though a lot of fic writers could use a bit of stricter editing, and do stuff a bit too many unnecessary details in here, so does Victor Hugo soooooooo....
lol i could go on forever. i love book soooo much. uni kinda killed my reading appetite, I used to read several books a week when I was in middle school. hope i can get back there (although maybe not as much bc i have a life now lol.) but thinking about everything i have yet to read makes me sooooo happy. I want to get more into sci-fi, English lit classics. Basically I like stuff that’s witty, dark, political, hedonistic, with dry humor, but a warm heart. Stories that celebrate knowledge, curiosity and human weirdness. And that gets to the point. When I get bored by a book, I put it down, because I just don’t have the time. I also hate writers where you can tell that they think they’re better than other people. Misanthropy is boring. Thank you for this question anon I had a blast
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A theory, or wild speculation, or whatever; anyway there’s some Bellarke
Here follows a collection of thoughts that don’t quite add up to a thesis yet
Season 5 had one of the best runs of episodes I’ve seen on this show ever - strong themes, great setups, impactful character beats. 9 straight episodes of near-perfection.
But imo it fell short in the last couple of episodes. How short depends on your perspective, but my feelings about it range from mildly disappointed to Jane Austen mourning weeds and little weepy handkerchiefs. Either way - the collapse into fudgy incoherence and loose ends actually undid all of the great work the show did in the first 9 episodes. WHICH IS FUCKING INFURIATING.
The show painstakingly put together so much excellent character and relationship set ups which either never materialised or didn’t pay off or just fizzled out. And now I’m left wondering what it all meant, which not only frustrates me on a viewer level but also makes me feel like an idiot for wildly overestimating what the show was doing with the material.
*looks at the X Files forever*
Just to pick a few things out at random.
a) Bellarke were put in conflict, but there was no emotional pay-off, the framing was all over the place and the resolution basically a post-script.
b) We spent the series agonising about the wisdom of going to war on a fragile planet, but the actual harbinger of Apocalypse 3.0 (I can’t believe I have to write that) was someone only tangentially related to that storyline, whom every single named character bar Kabby was trying to stop. So was everyone wrong? Or just ineffectual? The latter is far less interesting and more depressing tbh.
c) The worms
d) Memori
e) I could go on
I repeat, I would not be so pernickety if the run up to the s5 finale hadn’t been so good, and the set up so promising. The idea of a reboot was genius. The Bellarke separation was genius. Blodreina = genius. Mama Bear Clarke = genius. Eligius = genius. Spacekru = genius.
But ultimately? Can ANYONE tell me what s5 meant? What difference did any of those things make in the end? What conflict was resolved satisfactorily? I’d argue that the Blodreina/Blake siblings arc worked the best (although *howl* Bellamy was never given any in-universe context for Blodreina) but generally I’m left with the feeling that very few of these stories or conflicts had any meaning whatsoever, and especially not Bellarke.
So I have a theory and I stand to be corrected as ever because I am very much processing.
I think there’s a strong possibility Jason and/or the 100 writers room began rewriting the back end of season 5 as they were filming the early season 5 material.
Given Jason’s comments immediately after the finale, I’m inclined to believe that the rewrites, if I’m right, were mostly around Bellarke and the Flame. Specifically, I think that at some point when they were filming mid-season, Jason changed his mind about how Bellarke-y he wanted the season to be, if at all. And on top of that, I think as he was pitching season 6 around that time, he realised that he wanted to go full-hog with the Flame in season 6.
Those two things might be connected. Perhaps Jason realised the full extent to which he coud “bring Lexa back” without actually bringing back ADC, around the Flame. Perhaps he wants to recreate the show’s Clexa glory days. And perhaps romantic Bellarke isn’t compatible with that vision. Dumb, in my view, but hey.
Perhaps, he just realised that he can’t doesn’t want to write romantic Bellarke.
If that’s the case, then well, *shrugs*. Less satisfying for me, but I don’t own this shit. I do, however, own the prerogative to speculate wildly on how and why they squandered all that promise in the last couple of eps.
Certainly, a mid-season back end emergency rewrite would explain a few things:
1.The loose threads and wonky framing
For example, Clarke’s fury at Bellamy for putting the Flame into Madi’s head was just...dropped? Why? When it was SUCH A BIG DEAL in 509? What were we supposed to the think about that? What was she? And Bellamy, who didn’t appear to even remember who Clarke was until he saw her at the ship, being angry at her? Really? Where? Since when? And importantly - why?
I’m a writer and it’s my experience that the best planning you do for a piece is when you approach it at the start. You brainstorm. You get your thoughts together. You address each problem and question and mould it into a whole so it all makes sense.
But when you finish the thing and you look at it and you think - the thesis is wrong! I need to restructure the entire thing! That’s when mistakes get made. Especially if, for example, you’re up against a deadline or in this case a filming schedule, the threads that you would usually pick up at the planning stage or in the editing stage get missed. And because they are part of the final editing process, there’s nobody around to pick them up and properly address them.
Result? Fudge.
2. The curious ambivalence about Becho.
Look I ADORE Becho. They are soft, and loving and real af. I fully believe that was always intended to be the case.
I think Becho was set up as a benchmark, for Bellamy in particular, a symbol of his peace and prosperity in space,. And, of course, I think it was also set up as a point of conflict for Octavia and Clarke. In the case of the latter, it was definitely a silent love triangle. How do you explain the love triangle framing on two separate occasions? How else do you explain the two separate interviews Jason gave about love triangles?
But here’s what Becho was not set up as: a relationship that was supposed to develop on-screen and take the audience with it. Becho had no arc this season. It wasn’t “a story” per se, however much Tasya and Bob’s chemistry electrified me. It was the backbone to *other* stories.
So, why, then, were Becho given every single Bellarke beat, especially towards the end? A background of forgiveness? Check. A steadying influence on each other. Check. The person they’re fighting for? Check. Plotting together? Check? Battle couple? Check.
Contrast with Bellarke. Forgiveness? That’s something for Bellamy and Madi to discuss without Clarke! Battle plans? Clarke will do that with Echo instead (oh my GODDD my ot3 came to life there *clutches hands and wishes upon a star*). A steadying influence on each other? Maybe! Until they forget each other’s names when they’re not in a scene together! People they’re fighting for? Definitely not each other.
Meanwhile bts, the messages were VERY confusing. So the show was giving us a Becho that, while very real, was not the core of the story. Which was probably why, in early season 5, some deep Becho nods (the extra forehead touch, the “I love her”) found their way on to the editing room floor. All legit. But then, the script-to-screens then BROUGHT THOSE THINGS BACK to the viewer’s attention? Why? Why give us those things even though they were cut? Was it because maybe, the show had changed direction after the fact?
And don’t get me wrong. I loved every second of the show’s affirmation of Becho. I still adore them. But how does it fit into the jigsaw of the show as it stands? It doesn’t really. In fact, if you just swap Echo for Clarke in Bellamy’s storyline this season, you would have a hard time telling me that this isn’t exactly what romantic Bellarke would look like - the only difference is that in terms of screentime, Becho’s antagonism has had far more time, and Bellarke’s forgiveness/working together has had more time. IN-UNIVERSE, IT’S THE OTHER WAY AROUND. It’s why shipping Becho comes so easily for me. And if the show wanted to frame that as Clarke’s personal tragedy, I would get it and probably relish it. But the trouble is, I’m having a hard time understanding what the show *is* saying about Becho and Bellarke, because it seems to be constantly changing its mind.
WHICH. BY THE WAY. MADE THAT ENTIRE WAKE-UP MARPER VLOG SEQUENCE A MASSIVE DAMP BELLARKE SQUIB.
SORRY.
3. The Flame suddenly jumping to prominence as a tool rather than as a symbol late in the season.
The show went from framing the Flame as a threat to this kid, who had hidden from it her whole life, for whom it meant literal nightmares of people burning at the stake, something for Clarke to rightly protect her from, to something that turned her into a mouthpiece for Lexa, to Clarke’s hostility to it being framed as “wrong”. There was an abrupt change of tone imo, to Clarke’s fears being justified to Clarke’s fears making her, and I quote Jason from an interview that nearly made me choke on my cereal, a “helicopter” mum.
Excuse me while I punch the nearest object to smithereens.
The Flame “gave” Madi battle ideas (which were different from Octavia’s how, exactly?) by Gaia’s bedside, with just a MANTRA? That whole scene felt cobbled together at the last minute. Like a film student’s badly edited homework.
It’s giving Clarke life lessons, ffs!
*clenches fist*
The whole thing feels like a season 5 retcon, hastily put together to justify Madi still having the thing in her head for season 6, when it can do it’s victory lap for real.
4. The scenes that were dropped
a) Bob and Eliza both referenced a big Bellarke scene that got cut. My guess? Not a romantic scene but some kind of Hakeldama that allowed them to hash out their various beefs with each other and probably involved some shit talking about the Flame.
b) And like, if that scene had some tenderness in it? Too Bellarke maybe? No, Bellarke BAD BAD BAD *stern looks*
c) also, wasn’t Echo supposed to have a sad scene of sitting in the snow and remembering Azgeda? That was supposed to be at the snowy back end of the season, but Echo had no sads really. Only fierce spacekru love and some cuddles and some good sexy time. Was there an Echo sad that got cut? What was it related to?
5. The writers room walkout
Yeah. I don’t know what that means, but it sure means something.
Just fyi...for some context. I love Becho and they currently own my heart but until recently Bellarke was very much my otp. Probably, deep down, it still is.
But I’m getting tired of running this race. I have no problem with the show doing a slow burn. I have no problem with platonic Bellarke. But I need consistency and, importantly, I need the show to remember that Bellarke are the backbone of this show. Their relationship - however you frame it - is the heart and without it the show is nothing but a collection of Elon Musk conspiracy theories on reddit.
JUST LETTING THEM HAVE A CONVERSATION =/= BELLARKE ROMANCE.
If you want them platonic, fine, you win. But gutting their relationship from the inside out to try to ward off the sniff of shipping is just counterproductive. It’s the lack of real, meaningful connection that really turned me off Bellarke this season, not the lack of kiss or lack of romantic framing. Early in the season? Yes, the set up was all there and it looked GREAT. But their conflict never got off the ground and we never got a cathartic resolution to show us the characters really, truly mean something to each other.
Ultimately the show forgot that they were friends who love each other, and I just *clenches fist* can’t ship that. Maybe that’s what the show wanted. But the flipside is that at this point I’m not really invested in their relationship in any context, which is why the end shot left me cold. I hope Bellarke hasn’t died in my heart forever but...idk it doesn’t look good.
#bellarke#rip my beautiful earth babies#you'll have a special place for me forever#but i can't run this obstable course anymore#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#tagging becho#too#also don't send me hate#i'll block you
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five books meme
@callingdrarry tagged me to talk about five books that have made an impression on me and I could have easily sat on this and mulled for the next two years but as I’m going to be internet-less for at least a week starting on Tuesday I decided to do it now, lol. Thanks for the tag, Gracie! :)
Sorry not sorry/don’t @ me about how all of these are YA, I am just a small adult who didn’t have the time to read for pleasure while in college, okay.
1. The Song of the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce
2. Stardust by Neil Gaiman
3. The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling
4. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris.
5. Tricksters Choice and Tricksters Queen by Tamora Pierce.
Honorable Mentions: Beauty Queens by Libba Bray, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen, and 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Explanations below the cut bc they got long!
1. The Song of the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce
Listen...I could talk for days about how much I love these books, this world, and Tamora Pierce in general. I won’t bore you with that now (although if you want to scream about tamora pierce please dm me) but suffice to say I LOVE these books. Little did I know when a friend suggested I read them in seventh grade how much they would come to mean to me. It’s a series about a girl who disguises herself as a boy for eight years in order to prove that girls can be knights! (Eight fucking years people! And she’s so good at it that she becomes part of the prince’s inner circle!) These were the books that cemented my interest in fantasy, that strengthened my feminism and let me revel in girl power; these were the first books I read where romance and sex and menstruation were talked about and presented in an accurate, non-romanticized way; these were the books that lead to me reading every single other thing Tamora Pierce had written; these were the books that introduced me to the world which would become my first fandom, for which I would write my first fanfiction and where I would make my first fandom friends that made high school just a bit more bearable. I reread them two summers ago and they hold up, and I highly recommend them to everyone but especially to the young adults in your life, honestly cannot overstate how much I love them, rant over.
2. Stardust by Neil Gaiman
This is another one where I could happily enthuse about any of Gaiman’s books, but Stardust is the first one I read and so it has a special place in my heart. My small paperback remains a favorite travel book of mine to this day. I was blown away by Gaiman’s plotting ability when I first read it, and that remains one of the things I admire most about his writing. I love the fantasy world he creates in this book, I love how simple-but-complex the story is, and I adore the ending. If you’ve seen the movie, it’s good but it’s not the same.
3. The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling
I’m going to be honest...I was not a Potter head as a kid. I read the books, I liked them, I saw all the movies and went to the midnight release parties for books 6 and 7 (despite the fact that, prior to attending the midnight release party, I wasn’t intending to read book 7), but I wasn’t obsessed with the books as so many of my classmates seemed to be. However, I’ve reread them probably more times than any other books I’ve read, I know the story and the world better than any other books I’ve read, I devote my free time to consuming and creating media that continues the story of these characters and this world...I would be remiss not to include Harry Potter on this list. (And of course I loved Hermione as a kid. Who didn’t?)
4. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
No where does this say it has to be novels, so :P This is really just turning into a list of my favorite authors, I fear...Me Talk Pretty One Day was the first of Sedaris’s books that I read and remains one of my favorites, although let’s be real, I Love Them All. Until I read this I didn’t understand that nonfiction could be funny and interesting. All of his stuff, but this book especially, is what I go to when I just need a good, fun read. I've read this one so many times that I could summarize most of the stories in it for you, probably even quote some of them.
If you haven’t read anything by him, check his stuff out. Hilarious and amazing personal essays - Me Talk Pretty One Day is split into two sections, the first stories from his childhood/young adulthood, the second stories that take place after he moved to France with his boyfriend. If you want to see me go into fangirl mode, ask me about the time I saw him read and he signed my book and commented on my name and made my friend pay him a dollar for using the word “awesome.” (Tickets for that were my 18th birthday present because I was a really cool teenager.)
5. Tricksters Choice and Tricksters Queen by Tamora Pierce
Yes, I’m aware I already included a series by Tamora Pierce on this list. Yes, I really needed to include a second one! Song of the Lioness was what introduced me to her work and the universe of Tortall; the Tricksters series, however, are my favorite of any of her books. I love the protagonist, Aly, a slave-turned-spymaster/general badass, with half of my heart. I love Dove Balitang, her friend and thirteen-year-old genius-turned-courtier/also general badass with the rest of my heart. If I ever get a Tortall tattoo it will be from these books, I just haven’t decided what yet. There is a scene in Tricksters Queen that makes me bawl because it is so powerfully written.
Honorable Mentions:
Beauty Queens by Libba Bray because it is amazing, funny, and bursting at the seams with strong, diverse women.
American Gods by Neil Gaiman because if the plot in Stardust is good, the plot in American Gods is even better, especially if you love mythology. It’s not a short book, but every time I finish re-reading it I want to start it again.
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen because I am notoriously skeptical of classics, but this book gave me such an intense, visceral emotional response - picture me bursting into the kitchen and interrupting all of my housemate’s studying to scream at them. I wish I could read P&P for the first time again.
100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez because I read it in Spanish (for a class in college) and it was an amazing feeling, and because it’s so unlike anything else I’ve ever read. The last line gives me goosebumps.
If you want to, I’m tagging @the-cellar-spiral @restlessandordinary @unicornsandphoenix @foularcadebanana @malfoypotterbaby
#tag game#five books#I'm not sure I can overstate how much I love the Tortall books or the affect they had on my life?#if anyone has any good tortall tattoo ideas honestly please share?#I really want one but there isn't anything iconic or obvious to do and I'm bad at ideas#this was fun but I think also demonstrates that I need to read more#as all of these are books I read for the first time minimum five years ago#except 2 of the honorable mentions
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“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single villain in possession of some mad skills, and screwed up morals must be in want of a formidable adversary in the form of an equally badass heroine.”
- Jane Austen, probably
… and if there isn’t one already, I’m very much inclined to make one - even just for the sake of it.
Because, if there is something I love just as much as villain x heroine ships, it is creating new characters.
And you really can’t expect me to pass this opportunity, can you!? ;)
Personally, I think it can’t really hurt to have another brilliant scientist there (aside from Tails), a human one, who works alongside the Good Guys™ - and also one with a soundly working moral compass on top of scientific competence and brainpower - which the Dr. so sorely lacks.
I suppose this could really help to get him off his high horse, as he obviously deludes himself with the assumption that he’s the only smart person in the room, or at all, not to mention the compulsive need to rub this in anyones’ face. We get it, darling, your’re a genius, but you certainly aren’t the only one. Eat some humble pie and come back down to earth, ok!? Not even Snape was this petty…
Regarding such antics, if anything, it comes across as significantly bitter, if not a bit desperate. No one with a healthy sense of self-worth acts like this - they wouldn’t even want to. Hence, I’m quite certain it’s more a massive inferiority complex covered up with megalomania in his case, from what I remember & read about him, and his family background (which is quite tragic, actually). Btw, what happened to his parents!? We only hear about his grandfather and cousin, but never about them, as well as his own past, which is just hinted at, if anything - the growing up as an orphan & being bullied stuff, you know … which surely can’t have been *just* about him being a socially awkward nerd, but maybe also about his grandfather’s history - just a guess on my side (I elaborated on the subject quite a bit in this post).
And what is it with me, that I always find myself fascinated with emotionally repressed, potentially traumatized and fucked up villains!? It’s always the same. ^^;;
But I digress …
What I wanted to say is, I think this would make for some interesting dynamic & chemistry. =D
Anyway, allow me to introduce my character at this point …
Adelia Sigrún Sharpe
Professor of Astrophysics & Engineering
of British and German origin, but lives in America
comes from a family of academics on both sides of her ancestry
the German part of her bloodline has a darker past, as one of her relatives took part in the amoral experiments conducted by scientists during the Nazi regime - therefore, she has developed a rather firm ethical code which she lives by, as she abhors the abuse of science for base motives
is also very fascinated by Sonic’s powers, and wants to study, and make use of it, but in a more altruistic manner
aside from designing & building innovative tech stuff, as well as aviation, she practices swordsmanship in her free-time - and is quite good at it, at that
is more warm-hearted and caring than she appears on first glance (and has a rather feisty side, too), but that is something, which is rarely seen (except by a few trusted friends and collegues) due to her fairly diciplined personality, that usually makes her appear rather factual and reserved
as a child she went through a period of being sidelined and bullied by her peers, after rumours spread about the deeds of the above-mentioned family member (which would depict a parallel to the Dr., who dealt with this matter in a completely different way, not least due to a different set of circumstances). This experience also contributed significantly to her self-controlled, serious, and thoughtful nature. Ultimately, it made her more understanding.
has a totally dry, deadpan style of humour - but in a good-natured way, as she’s usually not prone to being snarky
she’s an acquaintance of Maddie Wachowski (whom she met at uni)
The characters that served as a major source of inspiration for her are:
Jane Foster - intellectual prowess & sense for justice (plus I, admittely, would kind of like it, if Adelia, not unlike Jane did with Loki, gave the dear Dr. a resounding slap, along with a “This is for San Francisco!”, for all the mess that he caused there ^^;;)
Anakin Skywalker - knack for tech & piloting
Pepper Potts - professionalism & elegant style
Black Widow - looks (see below), martial arts & reserved exterior
Other sources of inspiration would be the "Vril girls" - Maria Orsic regarding her looks, and Sigrún regarding her name.
Faceclaim would be Scarlett Johansson:
P.S.:
I know there is already a fanon-popular ship, but, tbh, it’s not really my cuppa.
That said, I want to point out that I have nothing against people shipping the Dr. with Agent Stone (you do you, guys), but since I, personally, prefer m/f ships, I’d rather choose the female OC approach, as it’s also my beloved villain x heroine constellation.
As for Agent Stone, I still think he’s a really important person for him, of course, but more in a professional & platonic manner (like, he’s the Piett to Robotnik’s Vader), given Stone’s the only one he treated with at least a semblance of respect, and whom he actually missed (!) afterwards - contrary to what he said before … I guess he has very limited self-awareness in this matter, huh!?
Anyway, that was all for now. I hope you still liked what you found here. =)
Here’s the DA post, btw.
#Dr Ivo Robotnik#Adelia#Sonic the Hedgehog#movieverse#headcanon#original character#OC#Adelia/Ivo#dr robotnik x OC#villain x heroine#enemies to lovers#m/f ships#dollmaker#azalea's dolls
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Thanks Lovely!! :)
1. Which book would you consider the best book you’ve ever read and why?
Okay, that’s a complex question. My favourites and bests are ever changing as I read and re-read books. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern I would genuinely consider to be one of the best written books I have ever read. It is so magically written, like you will want to be in this world, you will truly believe in the magic that that world holds and want to be part of it. It is incredible and tragic and romantic and just so utterly underrated as a piece of fiction in my opinion. I’ve never read anything like it before or since. It’s just honestly a little piece of magic.
2. Are you an Austen person or a Bronte person?
Both? I mean if I HAD to choose I would go Austen, because her work just absolutely turned my life upside down and showed me what I wanted to do (tell stories). Pride and Prejudice changed my life and its effect on my life is so profound and incalculable, and all of her work will hold a very very very very dear place in my heart for the rest of my life. But I have such a spot in my heart for the Bronte’s too. Jane Eyre is fucking remarkable and anyone who disagrees can get away from me. Their lot in life makes me profoundly sad and frustrated, but equally would they have written what they did if their lives were better. We also need to talk about how Charlotte basically censored Anne’s work after she died because NO ONE DOES AND SHE NEEDS TO BE CALLED OUT FOR IT. Charlotte Bronte is legit a problematic fav.
10. Bookmarks, dog ears or leaving the novel open and face down to keep your spot?
Uni books that I scribble on and highlight and basically batter within an inch of their lives, I ABSOLUTELY dog ear but my own personal fiction books I tend to be a little more civilsed and use bookmarks.
13. How do you chose which book to read next?
Whatever seems to take my fancy. Sometimes I’ll be in a mood and want to read something light, or I’ll have just bought a book and just devour it that same afternoon. There’s not really much rhyme or reason to it.
26. A book you studied in school and ended up loving?
I’m counting uni in this cause all the books I studied in school I just, for the most part have a long standing resentment against. Fuck Sunset Song. I’m going to do a couple cause I’m just that indecisive. Under the Skin by Michel Faber, IS A FUCKING RAD BOOK. The first chapter will BLOW YOUR MIND I PROMISE. I will give you the same synopsis as my 6th year teacher gave us: It is a book about a woman who drives around the scottish highlands and picks up male hitchhikers and she has fake boobs. BUT IT ISN’T WHAT YOU THINK. It’s just insane go and read it. There’s a film of it with Scarlett Johansson and honestly it’s trash, just read the book. I will also say a play I did in my Feminist Lit class at uni called Revolt She Said, Revolt Again by Alice Birch. Again, this play is just INSANE, i wrote a full ass research paper on it and I barely scratched the surface. If you don’t like weird, kind of experimental theatre this is not the play for you. There’s no strict characters and no real plot line, it’s a lot of fragmented moments and it’s honestly genius. The different ways that a production could set up each scenario is insane and I could talk about it for HOURS. You could feasibly see hundreds of different productions of this play and they all could do vastly different things, stress different things and exaggerate and minimise others. I just kind of really love weird theatre.
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Tags: @yourtropegirl Tony Stark tags: @shewhorunswithfandoms, @flirtswithdanger, @anyakinamidala @dirajunara @anotherotter @little-study-bug @rampant-salamander @goodnightwife
Author’s Note: This is for @yourtropegirl‘s 1000 follower celebration - I took College AU with Tony Stark.
“Are you sure you won’t come out?” Tabby, your roommate, was doing her best puppy dog eyes at you, trying to convince you to join her at what she claimed was going to be the party of the semester at the Delta Kappa Nu frat.
“Huge exam Monday. I’m gonna hit the lab and make sure I’m on track. I can party later,” you shrugged.
“I somehow doubt there’s a lot of partying in the Engineering set. All you ever seem to do is study,” Tabby snorted.
“Engineering taught Delta Kappa Nu how to party,” you countered, rolling your eyes. “But there’s a time and place, and midterms week is a stupid time to plan for a huge party. Maybe the week after midterms.”
“Long story short, you aren’t coming out,” Tabby sighed.
“True story,” you nodded, collecting your books and heading to the lab.
You dropped your reading glasses on your textbook and rubbed the bridge of your nose, tilting your head from side to side to stretch the crick in your neck. Glancing down at your watch, you were both startled by how late it was, but not the least bit surprised that you had lost track of time. You glanced around the lab and saw only one other desk with a light on at it. You were marginally unsettled to discover it was the engineering department’s shiny star and notorious party boy, Tony Stark, poring over his textbooks. Like he somehow was worried about his grades. In your experience, the guy was a walking textbook. You didn’t think he’d ever studied. Unable to resist the curiosity, you walked toward his desk to check on him. Not that you figured you could help, but because it was so out of character. You’d never seen him in the labs before, and you practically lived in them.
“Hey,” you offered. “Late night? I didn’t think you needed to study.” He looked up, and smirked.
“Y/N, right?” He paused before continuing. “I don’t need to study. Not engineering, anyhow. Literature, however, is another story.” He held up a copy of Emma.
“Jane Austen?” You laughed. “I loved that book. In high school.”
“Ouch!” He feigned hurt by placing a hand over his heart. “You wound me.”
“Someone with a flair for the dramatic like you shouldn’t have any trouble with Jane Austen,” you laughed. He scowled.
“I don’t understand the point,” he admitted. “Like, I understand what I’ve read, blah blah social stations and injustice, but I don’t get the point.”
“That is the point though,” you argued. “Every breath someone takes in those novels is observed, judged and gossiped about. Austen was very subtly making satire. The point was to comment on the strict and rigid nature of society’s rules, and hopefully make it just exaggerated enough that the reader would realize how ridiculous those rules were.”
“I thought you were an engineer,” Tony commented, raising an eyebrow. “That sounds a lot like a humanities student right there.”
“Can’t I be both? Engineering pays better at the end of the day,” you shrugged. “And books will always be there for me.” He looked thoughtful for a moment and nodded.
“I bet Jane Austen would have a hard time exaggerating the stupid around this place,” he finally said. You let out a short huff of laughter and nodded.
“Once she got over the horror of sexual liberation, she might be able to come up with something.” You couldn’t help but defend the writer. Tony smiled again and his eyes crinkled at the corners. You felt a slight thrill, but reminded yourself that of all the party boys at the university, Tony Stark, despite his incredible intelligence, was the worst of them. You looked down at your feet, feeling his gaze linger on you just a little too long, and finally looked up when you felt the blushing was under control.
“I should get some sleep, I’ve gotta be up early to study so I can work tomorrow night,” you excused.
“Work?” He asked.
“I work at the campus pub three nights a week,” you nodded. “Not all of us have trust funds, Tony Stark.” You winked and headed toward the door. He snapped his books shut and scrambled after you.
“It’s after two am, can I walk you home?” He offered. You furrowed your brow in confusion and looked at him.
“I’m just over at Miller,” you returned. He gave you a charming smile and shrugged.
“You know, this is how most bad horror movies start,” he countered. “Let me walk you back to your dorm.”
“Have it your way,” you laughed, secretly delighted that he would be concerned about your welfare.
The pub was slow, which was usual for a Sunday night. What you hadn’t counted on was Tony showing up to sit at the bar and chat with you about Emma some more. There was no artifice to the conversation, and you were under the impression that Tony was just looking for a friend to talk to. You were more than happy to chat with him to while away your shift, and moreso when he pulled out his Engineering textbook and started reading, asking you the occasional question as though he was stuck on something. You knew he was really just helping you study a little more, and appreciated the gesture.
“As much as I’ve enjoyed you polishing your side of the bar there, Tony, I’m gonna have to ask you to head out so I can close down for the night.” You surprised yourself with the honesty of the statement. You had enjoyed his company. He smiled.
“I’ll wait for you outside and walk you back,” he nodded, dropping his books in his backpack and heading for the door. You followed and locked up, quickly cashing out and hurrying through your closing tasks so he wouldn’t be stuck waiting too long.
“You know, I never thought this campus was creepy until you insisted that it was a horror movie waiting to happen,” you laughed as you locked up the pub from the outside. Tony smirked and gave you a wink as you headed toward your dorm.
“You think you’re seeing the shadows of trees, but really, it’s a demon and -”
“That’s enough!” You interrupted. “I need to sleep tonight! I have to maintain and 3.85 or I’ll lose my scholarship!”
“Wait, you have a scholarship? And you work?” Tony stopped and stared at you. You nodded, not bothering to stop walking. He scrambled to keep up.
“Like I said last night, not all of us have trust funds. My scholarship covers tuition and books, but not room and board,” you explained. “Last summer, I had an awesome opportunity to work at a kid’s engineering camp, but the pay wasn’t awesome, so I need to work a couple days a week to make ends meet.”
“I suppose you go to church every Sunday too?” He teased. “And never drink anything stronger than a glass of milk?”
“Excuse me? Are you calling me a nerd?” You laughed. “Last I heard you aren’t failing anything and you probably could have had any scholarship you wanted.”
“I left them all for the poor kids like you,” he winked. You shoved him gently, laughing when he lost balance. He steadied himself as you arrived at your dorm and quickly skirted up the stairs to avoid him trying to get you back. “See you tomorrow at the exam.”
“Thanks for the walk home, Tony,” you smiled and headed into the building. Tabby was checking the mailbox by the front door and looked up when you came in. She leaned to look over your shoulder and raised her eyebrows in question.
“Is that Tony Stark?” She tried to keep her voice down, but it was still shrill with surprise.
“Yeah?” You replied.
“Oh my god, how do you know him?” Tabby demanded. “He’s super rich! And look how hot he is! Fuck me, I’ve been trying to run into him since last year.”
“Well, if you studied more and partied less, you too could have encountered him in the lab last night,” you shrugged, heading up the stairs. She followed on your heels.
“He was studying? I heard he’s some kind of genius and doesn’t need to study,” Tabby argued.
“He’s weak in Lit, he says,” you offered. Tabby stopped on the stairs and gaped at you before running up ahead of you and stopping to stare you down.
“That’s my major. Hook me up,” she demanded, arms folded across her chest. You smirked.
“Sure, I’ll get right on that.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Tabby didn’t need Tony Stark any more than Tony Stark needed a scholarship. She was beautiful and had a new guy strung along every week. She needed to take Tony’s approach and leave some men for the poor girls. You blushed as you realized you were feeling territorial about the most eligible bachelor on campus and shook your head as you brushed past Tabby into your shared room.
“I’m serious, Y/N. Tony Stark is a stone cold fox, and I want him. Help me snag him!” Tabby whined.
“Right now, my main concern is my Thermodynamics exam in the morning. You can harass me about Tony Stark sometime after that,” you allowed, grabbing your pajamas and heading into the bathroom.
“But you’re working tomorrow afternoon!” Tabby complained through the door. You heard a thud and knew she had slumped against it.
“Even better,” you replied. “Each time you bug me about him, you can tip me at least twenty percent.”
The exam was probably the hardest you’d written in your undergrad so far, which made you dread the final for the course. You were lost in a fog of equations and concepts as you walked to the campus pub, finally shaking yourself out of second-guessing every question when you spilled a beer down your shirt not even five minutes into your shift. Barry, the manager, dug a tank top splashed with a logo of one of the beers on tap out of the bottom of a prize bin and handed it to you so you could go change.
You tied your hair up in a ponytail and pulled the wet shirt over your head, patting dry your bra as much as you could before you pulled the tank top on. When you looked up in the mirror you gasped. It was a low-cut tank top. You rinsed out your tee shirt and rung it out as best as you could, holding it in front of you as you made your way back to the bar.
“Barry!” You hissed from the corner. He turned and looked at you, his brow furrowing. He held up his hands in question. You pulled the tee shirt aside and gestured at your exposed cleavage. “Isn’t there something in that box that’s got a little more fabric to it?”
Barry laughed and nodded, pulling the prize box out again, and rummaging through it. He pulled out a couple more shirts and offered them to you. One was even smaller than the tank top, unbelievably, and the other was about five sizes too big. “Sorry, kiddo,” he chuckled. “I bet you’ll make better tips than usual tonight though.”
“That’s objectification,” you protested sarcastically. He shrugged.
“I thought you were a scholarship kid,” he teased. “Work the tavern wench look, it’ll buy you something more healthy than ramen for a change.”
You shook your head and saw that while you had been talking, a table of Delta Kappa Nu brothers had seated themselves. You grabbed your order pad and headed to them quickly. You hated dealing with them at the best of times, but with the revealing top, you were dreading it even more.
“Hey boys, what’ll it be tonight?” You asked, holding your pencil at the ready.
“Three pitchers of Bud, and one of whatever you’ve got that’ll make you want to come home with me tonight,” one of them ordered, cracking up and looking at his buddies for affirmation that his line was good. You rolled your eyes.
“Coming right up.” You walked back to the bar and drew the pitchers, loading them and some glasses on your tray. As you dropped everything off, you saw Tony enter out of the corner of your eye, and when he knew he’d caught your glance, he waved and sat at the bar. You counted out change for the frat boys, disappointed in their shitty tips, and headed behind the bar to greet him.
“That’s one helluva shirt, Y/N.” He didn’t even try to hide that he was checking out your chest. You placed a finger on his chin and tipped his face up.
“My eyes are up here, Tony,” you laughed, but your cheeks were burning. He caught on to your discomfort instantly, and stood, peeling his jean jacket off. He unbuttoned the plaid flannel shirt he was wearing over his t-shirt and handed it to you. You gave him a confused look, but accepted the shirt, slipping your arms into the sleeves. It was too long, but after you tied it at the waist and buttoned it part-way up, it allowed you to tug the tank top up so that more of your chest was covered. You made quick work of rolling up the sleeves.
“There, much better,” he nodded. “You almost look like a nun again.”
“Ha ha,” you scoffed.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he apologised. You looked up quickly, eyes narrowed. “Looking at, uh - I just hadn’t realized that uh -”
“That I was a girl?” You offered. He laughed suddenly.
“No, I’d noticed that,” he quickly replied. “I guess I wasn’t expecting you, uh. You know, forget it.” He waved his hand to dismiss the thought and you knew better than to pursue it. You took his drink order and realized the frat boys were waving to get your attention. You made your way back to them, and stopped part way as you heard one of them say your name.
“So Y/N was really drunk, right? And she was all over me. She kept telling me she wanted it, and that she wouldn’t regret it. So I took her back to my room, and she is a little hellcat. Clawed the fuck out of my back, was biting me. Seriously best lay I’ve ever had,” one of them was bragging. Your name wasn’t terribly common, but you were sure they couldn’t be talking about you, and you forced yourself to walk up to the table to take their order.
“This Y/N?” One of the other guys pointed at you. “Her?”
“Yeah,” the first one nodded. “Tell the guys how much you loved banging me on Saturday night, Y/N.”
“I don’t know who the fuck you were with on Saturday, but it wasn’t me,” you countered, betrayed by the heat rising in your cheeks. The way you were blushing could condemn you. “Three more pitchers?”
“Aw, come on, baby, don’t be that way. I told you I’d call you after midterms,” he cajoled. You set your jaw and gave him the stoniest glare you could muster.
“Again, not to me. I wasn’t even at your stupid ass party,” you replied, and stalked away. You could feel tears of humiliation burning at the corners of your eyes as you crashed around behind the bar. Tony watched, sipping his drink slowly, not saying a word. You stopped when you dropped a glass, startling yourself into letting the tears fall. Before you could respond any other way, you pushed past Barry to the back room, and sat on a pallet of kegs, head in your hands. You felt a warm arm slip around you, and leaned against him, letting the tears fall. His other arm wrapped around you, rubbing your arm through the flannel shirt Tony had loaned you.
“Shhh,” he murmured and you stilled. The voice was all wrong. It wasn’t Barry you were sobbing against. You pulled away, shocked to see Tony soothing you. “What did those fratholes say?”
“It’s nothing,” you sniffed, wiping your tears with the back of your sleeve.
“It’s not nothing if you’re this upset,” he countered. “Hey, I know we’ve only just become friends, but there has to be something I can do.”
“The dumb-looking blond one? I think his name is Todd? He’s telling all those other guys that we had sex on Saturday night,” you admitted. Tony’s lip curled in distaste.
“Well, there’s no accounting for some people’s taste in men, but you’re not really a nun, right?” He asked.
“What? No? Why?” You asked, confused enough to squint at him.
“Because unless you’re a nun, it’s really no one’s business who you sleep with,” Tony explained. “I mean, it’s pretty déclassé of Todd to brag about it, but it’s a free country and -”
“Tony, I didn’t sleep with him,” you interrupted. “Gross. I didn’t even go to their stupid party on Saturday. I was in the lab all night.”
“Yeah, that’s right. You were there when I got there,” he recollected. “It’ll blow over, Y/N. Don’t worry about it.”
“Comforting. In the meantime, it’s my reputation that suffers,” you complained. Tony shook his head, and helped you to your feet.
“I’ll stick around tonight. Won’t let anything get out of hand,” he offered. You sighed and walked back out to the bar, Tony following a few steps behind.
The guys were still laughing and making lewd gestures, and you turned to head to the back room again. Tony stopped you.
“He’s talking too big. Someone is going to demand to see the scratching and bruising from his so-called hellcat one night stand. And then what?” Tony winked, and lifted his glass to finish his drink. You poured him another, ignoring the waves from the frat table to go clear another table. Todd stopped you on the way past by reaching out and pulling you into his lap.
“I was waving for you, sweetheart. We need more beer,” he breathed on your neck. You pulled out of his grasp easily and smacked his hand as he reached for you a second time.
“I think you’re pretty much cut off, buddy,” you retorted.
“Why are you denying this chemistry between us, Y/N? Who else are you going to meet on this campus that can meet your needs the way I can? I like it rough. We could be rougher if you want,” he urged. You felt a wave of nausea crash across you and shook your head. Before you could speak, Tony’s arm was around you again.
“Listen, Todd, right?” He paused, waiting for Todd to nod. “It’s cute and a little flattering that you have such a crush on my girl, but you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
“Dude, she was totally cheating on you, if she’s your girl,” Todd slurred. Tony shook his head.
“She really wasn’t. I know for a fact that she wasn’t at the Delta Kappa Nu party,” Tony insisted.
“Yeah? How? It’s her word against mine,” Todd argued. Tony’s arm tightened around you.
“Actually it’s not. She was with me on Saturday. All night. So you’ve obviously got the wrong girl,” Tony forced a smile.
“She probably snuck -”
“No, we were awake. All night,” Tony arched an eyebrow, the words thick with innuendo and you could feel yourself blushing again. Todd looked from Tony to you, and somehow, in his drunken haze, noticed how uncomfortable you looked with the situation.
“I don’t believe you,” he said, sitting up taller. “If you were with her, prove it.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Unlike you fratholes, I don’t screw and tell.” His tone was dry. “So I won’t be sharing the explicit details. Just trust that she’s got better taste than to bother with you.”
“I don’t believe you,” Todd shrugged. “Or her. She’s just a slut looking for an alibi so her rep isn’t ruined.”
Tony sighed and turned to you. “Do not hit me.” The words whispered across your cheek and suddenly his mouth met yours. You were so surprised that your mouth dropped open, inviting him to deepen the kiss, and without even realizing it, you found yourself responding, drawing your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you. Your heart rate accelerated and you felt that weird tingly lightheadedness that came with romantic interest. There wasn’t a chance in hell of you hitting Tony Stark.
An unholy screech broke you apart, and you saw Tabby standing at the door of the bar, her jaw slack. “I said help me snag him!” She shrieked from across the room. You cringed and reluctantly pulled out of Tony’s embrace.
“Awkward,” you mumbled as Tabby stormed up to you.
“Is this why you wanted to go study on Saturday night instead of coming to the Delta Kappa Nu party? Is this why you blew me off? Because you’re screwing Tony fucking Stark? Oh my god, you must have been so smug when I said I wanted your help snagging him! Fuck, Y/N, some friend you are!” Tabby punctuated her tirade by smacking your arm with her tiny purse. Tony stepped between you, pushing you behind him. Tabby continued her rant, smacking at him instead, and Tony turned his head to give you a pained look.
“Is your life always this exciting?” He asked.
“Only since you entered it,” you retorted. He laced his fingers in yours and pulled you away from Tabby and Todd and the bar.
“Barry, I’m walking Y/N home,” Tony called. Barry nodded from the far side of the bar, eyes wide from the scene that had erupted. Tony pulled you out into the cool autumn night, and led you in the opposite direction of your dorm.
“Where are we going, Tony? Miller is behind us.” You looked over your shoulder, watching your dorm fade into the shadowy fog.
“I’m in Robertson House,” Tony supplied. You stopped and tilted your head at him in question.
“I thought we just settled that I’m not that kind of girl with the whole Todd thing?” You protested. He smiled and pulled you into another kiss.
“Like I said, I don’t screw and tell.” You felt his smile against your mouth and wanted to smack him when you couldn’t help but smile in response. “So your secret is safe with me, hellkitten.”
“Just for that, I should scratch your back,” you laughed, pushing him away. He giggled and pulled you against him again, kissing your forehead chastely.
“I have a two bedroom suite, and no roommate. You’re welcome to crash as long as you like, or until it starts getting awkward. It’s entirely up to you,” he offered. “No strings.”
“None?” It was too good to be true.
“Well, I might borrow you for a date every so often,” he shrugged.
“I’m expensive,” you teased. “Particularly if all that bullshit just cost me my job.”
“Worth it,” he winked, lacing his fingers in yours and leading you to his residence building. “Did I mention I have a trust fund?”
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Pod-Together Icebreaker, Day 1
It’s that time of year again, folks, when authors and podficcers get together to collaborate on new and innovative projects that are written to be heard, rather than just read. I am participating in four pod-togethers this year. @knight-tracer and I will be creating a sequel to last year’s Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme screen-play style story, and @lacefedora and @punsbulletsandpointythings and I will be creating another Star Wars story told through vignettes from vary varying points of view. However, I also have two projects with creators I haven’t worked with before: ladybrookeoflorien, and savvygambols. To that end, I’ll be posting the answers to the icebreaker prompts @pod-together is providing this week. So, without further ado, here are the answers for day 1:
1. If you could be any fannish character for a day, who would it be and why?
I am on major Star Wars kick these days, so I would have to say Leia Organa (though, probably EU version rather than current canon). Leia has been my fictional role model since I was three years old. I admired her competence and leadership, as well as her ability to give no fucks and get shit done. Fortunately, I get to live my dream at least a few times a month, when I appear as Princess Leia at events with the Rebel Legion.
2. Name as many books, movies, TV shows, animes, comics, celebrities, etc. that you can think of that you have felt or feel fannish about.
Okay, this list is rather huge, so I am going to sort it by category.
ANIME/MANGA (note that I am not really active in any of these fandoms anymore, and haven’t been since I was a teenager, ):
Cardcaptor Sakura; Fushigi Yuugi; Magicknight Rayearth; Naruto (in my my misguided youth); Sailor Moon; Saiyuki
BOOKS:
Jane Austen: all her books except Northanger Abbey (Pride and Prejudice is my favorite book ever); Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: Sherlock Holmes; Monica Furlong: Wise Child and it’s sequel and prequel; Mercedes Lackey: Valdemar Series (we all go through that stage, right?), SERRated Edge Series, Bedlam’s Bard Series; Gregory Maguire: Wicked; Anne McCaffrey: the Pern book, the Rowan books, the Pegasus books; Seanan McGuire: October Daye series, Incryptids Series, Indexing; Lois McMaster Bujold: The Vorkosigan saga; Garth Nix: The Old Kingdom books; Tamora Pierce: Circle of Magic books, Song of the Lioness Books; J.K. Rowling: I love the Harry Potter books so much, though I am not particularly inclined to interact with most of that fandom; William Shakespeare: all his plays pretty much (The Winter’s Tale is my favorite); J.R.R.Tolkien: everything he ever wrote; Timothy Zahn: all of his Star Wars EU novels.
CELEBRITIES:
No. Just no. RPF of any kind squicks me out.
COMICS:
Check Please; Girl Genius; Marvel 616 (though I have mostly fallen out of the Marvel fandom these days)
MOVIES:
Anne of Green Gables (the Canadian miniseries); Assorted superhero movies (again, I have mostly fallen out of this fandom); The Chronicles of Narnia films (though not the books, oddly); Labyrinth; Ladyhawke; Pacific Rim; The Peter Jackson movie versions of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings; STAR WARS
MUSICALS:
Pretty much all older musicals, especially Paint Your Wagon, and Wicked. I love Hamilton, but I don’t interact with that fandom at all.
TV SHOWS:
Avatar (Last Airbender only. I haven’t seen legend of Korra); BBC Musketeers; Doctor Who (before Moffat); Due South; The Grenada Sherlock Holmes; Highlander; Firefly; Once Upon a Time; Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Sense8, The Sentinel; Star Trek (especially Voyager)
3. List 5 things you enjoy in stories (e.g. a kind of trope, story line, kink, etc.). List 5 things that you do not enjoy in stories.
Not exactly five things, but here are the likes and dislikes copied from my standard Dear Creator letter:
Things I like: I love seeing greater inclusion of female, non-binary, and trans characters. I am a total sucker for healthy familial love and found families. I enjoy kidfic. I enjoy happy, consensual polyamory. Physical hurt comfort (that does not violate one of my squicks) is my favorite guilty pleasure. Beyond that, I enjoy world-building and fleshing out of minor characters.
Squicks: I will not consume fanworks which contain: incest, abuse (especially of children), rpf, on-screen sexual assault (references to past sexual assault are sometimes acceptable, provided it is non-graphic and is not trivialized or used as an h/c plot device), or extreme unmitigated power differences in relationships (such as large differences in mental/emotional maturity, or unnegotiated relationships between a person in guardian or supervisory position and their charge/ supervisee).
Dislikes: I really don’t like fanworks which erase or demonize existing female characters, or make non-villain characters in general super villainous (or, conversely, make villains poor misunderstood darlings without a great deal of explanation). I also generally dislike infidelity (note that i do not count consensual polyamory as infidelity.) While I don’t mind smut being part of a fic, I tend to get bored with PWP. I rarely enjoy modern AUs, coffee shop AUs, high school AUs, or anything in that genre. I usually don’t enjoy A/B/O either, unless it is subverted and used to question social views of gender and sexuality.
4. If you could have any super power, what would it be and why?
Looking at my icebreaker answers from a couple of years ago, I like the answer I gave then, so I will just repeat it: I think I would like telekinesis. It would be fun and useful, without introducing complex ethical quandaries.
5. If you were stuck on a deserted island, what 3 fanworks would you want with you?
Am I allowed to list series? Because if so, my list would be Sansukh by determamfidd, the Deeper Season series by lightgetsin, and Re-entry by deadcatwithaflamethrower. Embers by Vathara is a very close fourth.
What are 3 fun/interesting/not-commonly-known/etc. things about yourself (fannish or otherwise)?
Thing the first: I have two paid professional audiobook credits to my name. I don’t list titles, since they are published under my RL identity, but it still gives you an idea of how seriously I take narration.
Thing the second: Between the Saber Guild and the Rebel Legion (and, hopefully soon, the 501st), I am generally dressed up as a Star Wars character an average of once a week.
Thing the third: Yesterday, I bought almost thirty yards of fabric for $30, and that is pretty much the most exciting thing to happen in my life in months.
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