For this weeks fiction podcast rec thursday:
Under Pressure
[ID. The cover art of Under Pressure. It shows a grey metal wall with a porthole. The outside of the porthole is the dark blue ocean with three, almost invisible, tentacles coming from the bottom left side of the hole. In front of the hole, in red text it reads “Under Pressure.” Underneath that in a slightly different font and smaller font it reads “Created by Margaret Clark.” ./End ID]
Summary as given, “In the wake of personal tragedy, Dr Jamie MacMillan-Barrie forgoes a future in academia is favor of an uncertain future in the form of an humanities residency aboard the Amphitrite, a deep-sea stationary research facility. On the Amphitrite, Dr MacMillan-Barrie tries to come to terms with her circumstance while facing her antipathetic hard-sciences colleagues, an unending series of minor crises both the personal and professional realm, and an increasingly hostile ocean above.”
Under Pressure has 10 episodes out right now, completing the first season. Each episode averages around 20-25 minutes each. There were mentions of a special coming out spanning 5 episodes, but I haven't found any mention of that since the last update to the podcast lineup at @procyon-podcast-network
Transcript are available here: https://www.procyonpodcastnetwork.com/blog/tags/under-pressure
This! Under Pressure was the first podcast I completed when I started setting the goal for myself to complete 1 a week, so it has a very special place in my heart. Aside from that I do really love the deep sea setting, it's one of the things I fall for. And the scientists! (i have nothing else to add on this point i just like scientists) Dr Jamie MacMillan-Barrie is also an amazing protagonist in my opinion, i love the way she goes through the world. Also amazing lesbian rep! And a nonbinary doctor who I relate to. Just a really amazing podcast!
They also have a tumblr @underpressurepodcast
And that concludes this installment of FPRT! I probably should get used to making these days beforehand to get a queue, but this is more fun doing it an hour before anyway. As always, advice, criticism, and corrections are welcome!
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The New York Times, however, does have rules and norms. Schwartz had no prior reporting experience. Her reporting partner Gettleman explained the basics to her, Schwartz said in a podcast interview on January 3, produced by Israel’s Channel 12 and conducted in Hebrew.
Gettleman, she said, was concerned they “get at least two sources for every detail we put into the article, cross-check information. Do we have forensic evidence? Do we have visual evidence? Apart from telling our reader ‘this happened,’ what can we say? Can we tell what happened to whom?”
Schwartz said she was initially reluctant to take the assignment because she did not want to look at visual images of potential assaults and because she lacked the expertise to conduct such an investigation.
This is stunning.
The fear among Times staffers who have been critical of the paper’s Gaza coverage is that Schwartz will become a scapegoat for what is a much deeper failure. She may harbor animosity toward Palestinians, lack the experience with investigative journalism, and feel conflicting pressures between being a supporter of Israel’s war effort and a Times reporter, but Schwartz did not commission herself and her nephew to report one of the most consequential stories of the war. Senior leadership at the New York Times did.
Schwartz said as much in an interview with Israeli Army Radio on December 31. “The New York Times said, ‘Let’s do an investigation into sexual violence’ — it was more a case of them having to convince me,” she said. Her host cut her off: “It was a proposal of The New York Times, the entire thing?”
“Unequivocally. Unequivocally. Obviously. Of course,” she said. “The paper stood behind us 200 percent and gave us the time, the investment, the resources to go in-depth with this investigation as much as needed.”
The whole piece is quite long, please go read it yourself, it's quite definitive.
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[2023] TOP 20 PODCASTS ON AO3 FOUND IN FANDOMS > OTHER MEDIA
To make this ranking, all series titles in Other Media were copy-pasted to Google Sheets, rearranged according to number of fanworks, and then manually filtered since not all podcasts were marked as such.
The numbers under each rank indicate how much they rose/fell in the rankings based on last year's (Oct. 24, 2023) rankings, which can be found here. The gray numbers in parenthesis indicate how much fanworks it gained since last year.
The data for this year and last year's rankings were taken while logged in, so lcoked fanworks are included in the count.
A few web series like Critical Role and Dimensions 20 released audio-only versions of their works too, but I left them out since they were listed was a web series on ao3 and more known as one too.
Cabin Pressure has also been left off the list this time since its podcast format was only released in 2019, years after it aired on the radio.
All nonfiction podcasts have also been excluded (Not that there were many), because with RPFs, it’s hard to tell if the fic in question is just based on the podcast or because of the things the person has done outside of it. Last year, I accidentally included The Misfits in the list since I didn't realize from its description that it was nonfiction.
The Two Princes (Podcast) ranks 21st in the rankings this year, and actually ranked 20th last year when the rankings are adjusted to exclude Cabin Pressure and The Misfits.
The College Tapes is actually a spinoff of The Bright Sessions.
Thanks for understanding and hopefully I didn’t mess up anywhere! 🙏
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how does single mom handle seeing comments on the internet about her and evie? i feel like she would hide her feelings and ignore them the best she could until she gets to her breaking point
HATE COMMENTS - family is family universe
When you’d been revealed to be dating Quinn, the internet had been brutal. You were eight months into the relationship when the internet caught wind of Quinn’s new romance.
Your Instagram had been flooded with hateful comments, each of them calling you a gold digger, a bad mother, ugly, fat, not good enough to date Quinn.
You were stunned by the amount of hate that flooded every one of your socials, under every picture, in all of your private messages, even under photos of Evie.
That is when you decided to delete majority of your accounts and go private on the remaining.
You tried your best to protect Evie from this hate, even when it was brought up on radio stations and hockey podcasts that you’d turned on.
Quinn was oblivious to how awful the things being said were, as you tried to hide the worst from him. He always spoke about how much he cherished the two of you in interviews, raving about how much he loved Evie and adored being able to raise her with you.
You tried to keep a brave face, but each vile comment pierced your heart. There were nights you stayed up late, scrolling through the endless stream of comments until the screen blurred through your tears.
You didn't want to burden Quinn with the negativity; he had enough on his plate with his career.
But the pressure of pretending everything was fine began to wear on you.
Each snide remark, each insult, each unwarranted attack chipped away at your composure. You found yourself avoiding social gatherings, skipping outings with friends, and declining invitations to events.
The anxiety of facing the world outside your bubble of home grew into an overwhelming panic.
Then came the night of a Canucks family night. The whole team had gathered at a local restaurant to celebrate their victory. You sat in the corner, trying to blend into the background with your eyes locked on Evie who was curled into Quinn’s arms as he chatted away with Petey.
You sat with a small smile as Natalie, J.T. Miller’s wife, approached you.
"Hey, I’ve seen some pretty awful stuff people have been saying online recently," she began cautiously, laying her hand atop of yours. "Are you okay?"
"It's fine," you lied, your facade cracking. You felt your hands begin to tremble and your throat to tighten. You sucked in a breath before forcing a tense smile, that didn’t reach your eyes. "People can be cruel, but I can handle it."
She didn't push further, but her concern lingered around you, as she reassured you that you could text her anytime.
Later in the night, as you watched Quinn with Evie, laughing and enjoying the night, you felt a pang of guilt. He deserved to know what you were going through, but how could you add to his stress?
That night, after putting Evie to bed, you sat on the edge of your shared bed and stared at the wall. The comments replayed in your mind, louder and more vicious than ever. You could hear the whispers of doubt, the echo of every cruel word.
Finally, you broke.
The sobs came in raw and uncontrollable waves, as you clutched a pillow to your chest to muffle the sound so that Evie and Quinn wouldn’t be alerted.
Quinn found you in that position, curled up and shaking, tears staining your cheeks as your shoulders wracked with your sobs. He rushed to your side, pulling you into his arms, where you let your sadness bubble over as you blurted everything to Quinn
"Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered, his voice filled with hurt as he pulled you closer.
You couldn't find the words. All you could do was hold on to him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating as he held you close to his chest and lulled you into sleep.
The next morning, as the first light of the morning filtered through the curtains of your room, Quinn sat beside you on the bed, his hand gently rubbing your back as your eyes blinked open.
"We need to talk about last night," he said softly, his eyes searching yours once you were fully awake. You nodded shyly, your fingers clutching the bed sheets.
"I didn't want to worry you," you eventually admitted. "I thought I could handle it, but it just got so overwhelming."
"You don't have to handle this alone. We're a team, remember?” Quinn took a deep breath, his expression determined. "If something's hurting you, it's hurting me too."
"I'm made a statement last night," He continued carefully causing your eyes to widen while he reached for his phone. "People needed to know that this wasn’t okay."
The last thing you wanted was to cause more drama, but Quinn was right. This had to stop.
You watched as he handed you his phone, Instagram open with his newest post pulled up. It was his favourite picture of the three of you. It had been taken by Ellen when she’d come to visit and consisted of you and Quinn holding Evie’s hands as she walked between you in the park nearby your house.
Your gaze darted down to the caption and tears instantly pricked your eyes.
"I am incredibly fortunate to have an amazing partner, y/n and a wonderful daughter, Evie. Recently, there has been an uptake in hurtful comments and harassment directed at them which have been deeply troubling and completely unacceptable. This has to stop. As a player on the Canucks, I am ashamed to read countless harmful words directed at my family by people who claim to be fans of the team. Words have power. Thank you for your understanding and support."
As you instinctively dove into the comments, you realised the response was immediate and overwhelming. Messages of support and love flooded in, drowning out any lingering hate. Friends, fans, and even teammates rallied around you, offering words of encouragement and love for the three of you.
Throughout the day, Quinn (who had a day off) never left your side, as the three of you curled up on the couch and had a lazy day. He fielded calls and texts, his protective instincts kicking into high gear. Evie, sensing the tension, clung to you both, sprawling between you and Quinn for comfort.
You glanced at Quinn, who had his hand in Evie’s, his face smiling at a joke from the movie and you knew that despite the turmoil, your little family was going to be okay
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