Opinion on learning Russian

I’m a native Russian speaker even though I wasn’t born in Russia nor ever lived there. I was born to a Russian-speaking family abroad. My environment was multilingual so I had to simultaneously juggle 3 different languages daily to get about. I had the privilege of studying 3 additional languages during high-school and college years, and thus even though my level of command of all these 6 languages varies greatly, I’ve gained enough experience to reach certain conclusions and give advice to aspiring learners.

The Russian language definitely is not easy. The Cyrillic alphabet is simple and quick to grasp, but the phonetics with their soft, neutral and hard sounds, the 3 genders, the multitude of cases, tenses, prefixes and suffixes, may prove too hard to swallow, especially for learners with a western background. It is absolutely a very difficult language, and one that has quite a temper of its own. For despite the abundance of grammatical rules present, too few of them can provide structural explanations to the language’s chaotic nature.

However, the difficulty of the language is justified by its immense versatility and wealth of ability to express things, moods, emotions which I found to be hardly expressible in any of the other languages I’ve encountered. Russian is foremost a very natural language, that is, a language which is very deeply and intimately connected to nature, as though pagan, less so to cold mathematical logic. Which is why it has the ability to adapt and work in seemingly unworkable ways. Its vocabulary and proverbs have numerous spiritual and religious connotations, whereas its ability to restructure, morph or even invent new words opens limitless poetic potential. And more so, it is to no lesser extent also an imperial language, as it has as though a sponge absorbed the linguistic and proverbial traits of many Asian and European cultures.

It is a language I have spoken since early childhood, and it is a language which I still, still, struggle greatly to master and understand. And yet, as I continue to coexist with it, I continue getting caught off guard and awed every time I discover or realize something new about it.

Learning Russian is a very ambitious and difficult undertaking, and should not be taken lightly. For even if you would learn some of its grammar and vocabulary, you would still be far off from fully grasping its spirit. But those who would develop their skill to the point of fully appreciating Russian poetry, would absolutely never regret the time and effort spent. For they would discover not only an entirely new way of speaking the world, but also an entirely new way of seeing the world.

Languages of Love

Those of you that know me from the SPN fandom, know that I’m no stranger to unique writing challenges. Many of you also know that I am a complete sucker for untranslatable words.

I love words that have their own meaning in a specific language that other’s don’t have a word for. Since my birthday is just around the corner, I figured that now would be the perfect time to host my first Marvel writing challenge!

Originally posted by tonguesonthesocket


  • Must be following this summer soldier
  • You can write for any Marvel character or actor (comics, movies, Netflix shows…go for it)
  • You may do any pairing (be sure to tag ships, if any)
  • You may post 7 August - 24 August, not a day earlier or later. That’s plenty of time, I will not be accepting late entries or chasing anyone around (my birthday is 7 August, so bonus points if you post then)
  • Be sure to use your given prompt as the base for your story and not just the title
  • Tag me in your A/N when you post so I can add you to the masterlist post
  • Tag your fic or anything having to do with this project as “howlingb lol august
  • Don’t join if you’re not going to follow through!
  • Have fun with this and make it yours! You can write any category (fluff, smut, angst, etc.), canon or au is fine, and it can be anywhere from 500 words and up
  • You must be 18 or older to write smut! Peter Parker smut is not allowed

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anonymous asked:

What would you consider to be the easiest way to get into vintage pulp stories? Are the magazines available in reprintings or collected volumes or something like that?

You are absolutely in luck, because in the past three years, it’s become incredibly easy to start reading old pulp stories because of kindle readers. Because publishing for e-readers is a gold rush now and it has very little overhead and zero per-unit cost, publishers are, for the first time, dipping into their back catalogs and even going into public domain materials. Seriously, the past few years are the best time in history to ever be a fan of old pulp fiction. It’s easier to get more old pulp stuff now than even in the 1920s-1950s.

The key thing to remember is this: don’t be afraid of exploring alternate formats. Leigh Brackett’s People of the Talisman is exactly the same, has exactly the same entertainment value, if you buy a vintage pulp magazine at $70 off ebay, than if you buy a $1 ebook or a 50 cent paperback from the 1970s! Remember that lot of pulp scifi was reissued in the 1960s-1980s during the paperback boom, so it’s not unusual to find it in paperback formats, and the thing about paperbacks is, there’s such a glut of them that used booksellers usually clear them off for under a dollar. Pay attention to the following old paperback publishers, because they specialize in reprints: Ace Books, Lancer, DAW (who had the best covers, maybe in paperback history) and Del Rey.

If you want to try kindle or ebooks, the best place to start would be collections of a single author or a single theme, what they call megapacks. It’s not unusual to see them selling for 99 cents or less on Amazon. The covers look very Mickey Mouse, with poser art that make them all seem vaguely like porno or fetish art, but most of the stories are pure gold. It’s possible to buy in bulk. 

If you want to read old pulp scifi, a lot of public domain materials are easily available. It’s possible to buy all 16 John Carter of Mars novels in one go for less than $5 for an e-reader, as is Ray Cummings’ Girl in the Gold Atom, the collected works of Stanley G. Weinbaum, including his best novel, the romance about immortals, The Black Flame. Hell, even Edmond Hamilton’s Captain Future is available in ebook form…where else can you get four novels in one?

If you want to roll the dice, there are even theme packs, with titles like “Golden Age Science Fiction Megapack,” but since most of them cost $1, you’re not gambling much, and they often contain pure gold. Since it’s ridiculously easy to get reprint rights, the ratio of hit to miss is higher than you’d think. 

If you want pulp horror-fantasy, try the ebooks for C.L. Moore’s Jirel of Joiry, about an amazon warrior lady in the middle ages - nearly everything by Moore is available in ebook form for peanuts. There is a great megapack for the oddly named Nictzin Dyalhis, containing everything he ever wrote in Weird Tales. And best of all, the entire life’s work of Abraham Merritt, who is surprisingly readable, including Dwellers in the Mirage, about a legendary world of squid-worshippers hidden behind an illusion, and the Moon Pool, about a portal on a lost island to a weird supernatural world. 

If you want lost-world adventure, Dian of Lost Land, about stone age men riding giant birds in Antarctica, is great, as is Thyra, Romance of the Polar Pit, about a lost kingdom of Vikings discovered by airship explorers. 

But here’s a quick piece of advice if you want to buy public domain e-books. You could save yourself a bit of time by searching for them on Project Gutenberg Australia, where you can get e-books for free. Project Gutenberg makes public domain materials available, but here’s an interesting quirk about copyright law: in the US and Europe, it’s been Life of the Author + 70 years, but in Australia, it’s life + 50. So you will always find more materials on Project Gutenberg Australia. (This is yet another indication of how copyright is totally unworkable in its present form in the internet age, but that’s a discussion for another time.)



Coursers. The commonwealth cowers in fear of their power, and to many they represent the Institute: Deadly, silent, stealthy, uniq-
Wait, no no I’m confusing this with something else. Coursers are chumps who usually get a mininuke or speech check to the face. Not exactly the Bladerunneresque, hunter-killer nightmares that everyone talks up right? I mean they even wield those cereal box rifles.
I think it’s time to overhaul that.
Courser Crusher is a lightweight bossfight overhaul, that restores both some of the unused or unworking abilities of the Coursers, as well as remakes their special cut from the concept art.

-Several new abilities for the Coursers, both restored from vanilla and brand new. Coursers now have the ability to teleport around, both to dodge your attacks and close any distances between you! They can also enter an “overcharged” mode for a short time, which boosts their damage and defense considerably, but forces them to use melee attacks and greately lowers their speed! Coursers will bring out synths at lower health percentages, and have a chance to enter a red alert state, which removes the speed penalty from their overcharged mode!
-Some minor stat changes to Coursers to make them a bit more powerful.
-A brand new rifle: The V3N Courser Biorifle! Automatic rifle is not only fully moddable and lore friendly, but comes with the ability to switch between different ammunition types, with a variety of craaaaaazy effects, and is useable for both early and late-game players. It includes over 15 mods, 5 different ammo types, equippable duck, and comes with all the things that people who like weapon mods enjoy.
-New bossfight mechanics for Operation Ticonderoga and Greentech Genetics’ Courser. The Greentech Courser has a more robust use of stealth boys, and randomly teleports around areas. Operation Ticonderoga’s Courser has a secondary unit, which will randomly switch overcharge mode states with the main unit. Only one can be hurt at a time, so be careful!

This mod can be used mid-playthrough without much issue, but obviously players who have sided with the Institute aren’t going to get much mileage out of a mod that changes how coursers fight. You can still murder one in a bathroom for their rifle, but evidently this mod works best with a new game, or at least a game prior to fighting any coursers, to get that full effect.
The Courser’s rifle’s ammunition can be gotten by killing coursers, but more often you’ll want to just make it at a chemistry bench. The [Switch Ammo Type] item in your inventory can be hotkeyed and will let you swap between ammo types freely, though must be equipped to do so (luckily, it’s under armor, so it can be hotkeyed).
This mod modifies Coursers, so load it after any that mods that conflict with coursers. This mod is better anyway.

-Niero, for making the V3N Rifle.

The situation has deteriorated to the point where people are now seriously arguing that their religious beliefs give them the right not to do jobs they were hired to do.

Pharmacists across the country have refused to fill prescriptions for birth-control or Plan B pills because they say they have a religious freedom right not to. For a time, Muslim taxi drivers at the Minneapolis-Saint Paul airport were refusing to transport anyone carrying bottles of alcohol, even though the bottles were sealed. Wedding planners, florists, bakers, and the owners of bed-and-breakfasts are refusing service to same-sex couples. Again the cry is raised of ‘religious freedom.’

No one is asking the obvious question: Does the private choice of another person prevent you from attending the house of worship of your choice? Further, does it stop you from joining your coreligionists for prayer and worship? Does it require you to bow before an alien god?

The pharmacists, taxi drivers, B&B owners, and so on concede that it does not. But they go on to argue that they don’t wish to be complicit in another’s sin. Putting aside the question of whether the government has any obligation to (or is even legally permitted to) recognize what qualifies as ‘sin,’ the standard being proposed for adoption here is dangerously vague and loose.

‘Sin’ is a notoriously slippery concept. One person’s sin can easily be another’s hobby or harmless preference. Examples include dancing, reading steamy novels, and wearing tight clothing.

A society where a self-asserted claim to religious liberty trumps every other right quickly becomes unworkable. What’s to stop a Muslim store clerk from refusing to ring up your bacon? Don’t laugh—it has happened. Why not allow the clerk in the bookstore to refuse to tell you where the sex manuals are kept because you’re not married? What prevents the woman at the register from turning you away because your skirt is just a little too short?

Some might say these are minor inconveniences. After all, there will always be another store, another clerk, another skirt. Perhaps so.

But what happens when it’s three o’clock in the morning and the only clerk at the only twenty-four-hour pharmacy in town won’t give a victim of sexual assault a pack of Plan B pills sitting six inches away from his hand? What happens when a woman with a problem pregnancy can’t get a taxi driver to take her to an abortion clinic? What happens when an entire family is turned away from a hotel because the owner doesn’t think much of their religion?

More to the point, in such a society, what’s to stop grotesque invasions of privacy under the guise of protecting someone else’s freedom of religion? The owners of secular businesses who don’t want to include birth control in healthcare plans assume that their employees will use it to avoid pregnancy. Indeed, most probably will.

But some will use birth-control pills to shrink ovarian cysts. Some will use them to treat endometriosis. Some will even use them for cases of acne.

Why should an employer’s so-called right to refuse to include birth control in a healthcare plan—a regulation that in no way prevents the employer from attending religious services, praying, or reading the religious texts of choice, or even taking part in numerous other forms of religious expression—override the employee’s right to get and use possibly lifesaving medicine? If these rights are deemed to be in conflict, it would seem the claim for medicine is stronger. After all, the inability to get this medicine can, in some cases, have extremely Serious consequences. (Untreated endometriosis can lead to chronic pain, cysts, infertility, and even cancer.)

Another option is to require women who want birth-control pills for reasons that aren’t related to, well, the control of births to submit a doctor’s note to their employers. How patronizing is that? How much private medical information does that require the employee to divulge? If we accept the proposition that one person must jump through a series of absurd, demeaning hoops so that another person may fully exercise his or her religious liberty, then something is seriously amiss.

The line is drawn exactly where? The Church of Scientology has a well-known animus toward the psychiatric profession. If your boss down at the lumber mill is a Scientologist, can he refuse to cover any employee’s visits to a counselor for any reason? Can he deny couples access to a marriage counselor and cut off paying for drugs that treat things like depression, attention deficit disorder, or schizophrenia?

Can a factory owner who happens to be a Jehovah’s Witness refuse to put surgical procedures into healthcare plans because they involve blood transfusions? More to the point, can a fundamentalist Christian who owns a chain of home-improvement stores announce that the requirement to provide a healthcare plan to employees is, in itself, unconstitutional because no one needs to see a doctor? You just need to pray, and Jesus will heal you.

What about a New Age boss who argues that all healing comes from herbs, vitamins, and crystals, and that’s all that will be covered?

Can these business owners do these things? Why not? How are they different than what Catholic opponents of birth control have asserted? Once a broad right to religious freedom has been asserted—so broad that it gives the boss the right to control the private decisions of others—no distinctions can be made between religions. All must be treated equally.

Here’s a simpler solution: you have no control over others. What medications I use and what I use them for aren’t your business. My need or choice to swallow pill A or get treatment B doesn’t stop you from worshipping, praying, or relating to God in whatever way you see fit.

If you feel these actions endanger my soul, feel free to tell me that. But that’s it. You don’t have a say over me or my soul. Having examined the facts, we are capable of making our own decisions about our souls—where they will end up, how they might get there, and even if they exist.

Williams, Leland, Jefferson, and Madison understood this. At a time when real religious liberty was a rarity in the world, they grasped an important fact: religious liberty is, first and foremost, the right to make decisions for yourself.

This may seem utterly noncontroversial today. It is only because a generation of pioneers paved the way to make it so. Prior to the founders, just about every government in human history assumed it had the right (and the duty) to ‘help’ subjects refrain from making theological mistakes, to prevent them from straying into error.

There were at least two problems with this: First, different nations and leaders had various ideas as to what constituted theological ‘error.’ Catholic France and Protestant England never could quite see eye to eye on this matter. Nor could Orthodox Russia. Or Muslim Turkey, for that matter. You get the idea.

Second, people continued to make it abundantly clear that they did not need, nor did they want, this state-sponsored ‘help’ in matters of religion. They even considered it offensive. And annoying. Even dangerous. The fact that, all too often, those who declined the ‘help’ ended up on the business end of a torture rack only made things worse.

What people sought then, back in the day, was a concept of religious freedom that included the right to dissent. Unfortunately, the first proponents didn’t close the circle. They sought freedom—but only for themselves. America’s Puritan forbearers were known for their intolerance and their insistence that, even though the Church of England had gotten it wrong, they had gotten it right. The reason they threw Williams out was because he dared to tell them that maybe they too had got it wrong.

It took another generation to make the next great leap forward: Perhaps what’s true for me isn’t true for the guy down the street, across town, or even in the next town over. And maybe what he does behind the closed and private doors of his church doesn’t affect me. Maybe his right to worship is as important as mine. Perhaps my right to worship as I see fit and his are strongly linked. Perhaps both will stand or fall together.

Maybe I’m not the best person to make moral decisions for another. Maybe I don’t deserve that role. Maybe that’s for the best.

That’s the first step. Jefferson, Madison, and others took it a long time ago. Our problem today is that instead of trying to advance that step, too many people are working to reverse it.

—  Robert Boston, Taking Liberties: Why Religious Freedom Doesn’t Give You the Right to Tell Other People What to Do (pp. 38–42)

What happens when a character casts such a long shadow that pop culture can’t entirely leave him behind, but at the same time that character is firmly rooted in a time and place from which pop culture has itself moved on? The somewhat less than reassuring answer can be found in the film “Doc Savage: The Man of Bronze” (1975), the TV series “Buck Rogers in the 25th Century” (1979-81), and the TV series “Flash Gordon” (2007-08). In all cases, it’s probably fair to say the Pulp Era characters in question simply didn’t successfully transition to the modern era.

Even the cult film “Flash Gordon” (1980) produced by Dino De Laurentiis succeeded only insofar as it created an over-the-top campy and color-saturated reimagining. A lot of fun to watch? Absolutely. But it didn’t result in a new iteration of Flash Gordon being a serious and credible late 20th century pop culture character in the same way that, for example, Han Solo from Star Wars was. Put simply, it’s extremely difficult to reboot Pulp Era characters for contemporary pop cultural tastes.

It was with this in mind that I recently purchased “Avengers of the Moon,” the new Captain Future novel by Allen Steele.

Captain Future is my favorite pulp character. The Captain’s backstory is about as “pulp-y” as it gets. As a child, Curtis “Curt” Newton – Captain Future’s real name – was orphaned when his parents were murdered by the malevolent Victor Corvo. Curt’s father, Roger, was a brilliant scientist who had relocated to the Moon to work on his experiments. After his death, Curt was brought up by The Brain, the disembodied central nervous system of Roger’s colleague Simon Wright; Otho, an android who was a master of disguise as well as an effective combatant; and Grag, a powerful and self-aware robot.

Captain Future was universally revered by the citizens of the solar system, a solar system it should be noted teeming with sentient alien life on several planets and moons. The Captain and his Futuremen worked closely with two members of the Planet Police, the solar system’s interplanetary law enforcement agency: Marshal Ezra Gurney, a senior Planet Police official whose speech and personality seem better suited to the Old West than to outer space, and Joan Randall, an agent who had feelings for Curt although their relationship never developed into anything serious.

The stories were quite imaginative albeit formulaic. But there was just something about the chemistry of the characters that really worked, Curt Newton was the young, handsome space hero, as adept with his mind as with his fists or his proton pistol. Otho and Grag bickered and insulted each other constantly but cared deeply for each other. Simon “The Brain” Wright was the elder statesman. While not achieving the notoriety of Flash Gordon or Buck Rogers, Captain Future, created by Mort Weisinger and written primarily by Edmond Hamilton, still reigned from his secret base in Tycho Crater on the Moon over his pulp science fiction empire from 1940 to 1951.

Enter journalist and sci fi author Allen Steele. Steele previously dealt with Captain Future somewhat obliquely in his 1996 Hugo Award-winning novella “The Death of Captain Future” in which a fan of the pulp hero acts out a fantasy based on the exploits of the character. In “Avengers of the Moon,” Steele attempts the impossible task of rebooting the Captain Future universe for modern sci fi fans.

The novel is set in the 24th century rather than the early 21st of the original pulp series but earlier in Curtis Newton’s reimagined timeline: Newton is not yet Captain Future but a somewhat awkward youth, understandable given his limited contact with other humans and unique upbringing by his surrogate family. Early on in the novel, Newton learns of the murder of his parents by Senator Victor Corvo two decades earlier and plans revenge.

While Steele’s Curtis Newton is credible as the man who is not quite yet the hero he will become, the Futuremen diverge to a greater degree from their pulp incarnations. Otho is harsher than the lovable rogue of the 1940s. At one point he actually threatens Simon Wright with death. An interesting plot change is that Otho was originally supposed to be the body for the brain of Simon Wright but because Otho’s own brain developed sentience so rapidly, this plan was abandoned on ethical grounds. As a result, the Brain remains in a drone that flies using ducted fans rather than the force beams of the old sci fi magazines. Grag is more robotic in temperament. Ezra and Joan initially treat Curt with disdain and the very name “Captain Future” invites eye rolls and laughter rather than the awe and respect displayed from the very first pulp story, “Captain Future and the Space Emperor” (1940).

One of the saddest concessions to modernity is that Captain Future’s spaceship, the Comet, is reduced to a 20 year old yacht that has to hitch a ride on a lightsail ship to travel from the Moon to Mars. This much diminished Comet even lacks the power to lift off from Mars’ surface were it to land there. Thankfully, a worthier successor to the vessel is hinted at near the novel’s end.

The solar system civilization from the pulps survives surprisingly intact with the assorted aliens of the worlds of the system being rebooted as human beings who have been genetically modified to accommodate failed or incomplete terraforming procedures on the various moons and planets.

I won’t spoil the plot further except to say that not too surprisingly by the end of the novel, Curt Newton has accepted the mantle of Captain Future and the name now commands respect rather than prompts derision.

Anyone picking up “Avengers of the Moon” with the expectation that he or she will rediscover the magic of those old sci fi magazine stories will be disappointed, not because of any failing by the author but because that’s not the purpose of this book. Steele could have written a novel in direct continuity with the 1940s Captain Future universe but it would have been merely a pastiche. Instead, he chose the much more difficult task of trying to capture the soul of those wonderful old pulp characters and transplant them into a grittier and harder science fiction story to appeal to modern readers. In this all but unworkable endeavor, the author probably comes as close to success as is possible.

Reading “Avengers of the Moon” is like meeting some old friends for the first time in 20 years and discovering that they are now rather different people. And that’s okay. It means you can both reminisce and get acquainted. This iteration of the pulp icon is clearly the product of a culture that is older, less confident, less optimistic, and more cynical than the culture that produced the original. But that’s exactly the kind of culture that needs a hero like Captain Future.

Old School Science Fiction recommends adding Allen Steele’s “Avengers of the Moon” to your summer reading list.


can you do a blurb of H holding his newborn baby for the first time, love? xx

I got a little carried away with this one but I hope you like it! I hope it’s not too rusty due to writers block taking over my brain again, but, this is what was conjured up on a Monday. ;)

I really enjoyed writing this one and I will be writing a direct-link part to this where the missus’ breastfeeds little Persephone and Harry is completely infatuated with the sight he sees in front of him. But that won’t be out for a couple more weeks or so, so, I apologise to those eager to read it. 

Thank you for requesting this idea - Daddy!Harry really gets my motor running and I just get swamped with so many ideas to include. 

Feedback is always wonderful and taken into account for the next pieces written. You’re all amazing and I love you all. xx

* Remember, requests are closed up until some time in January 2017 when my ask box is almost empty. *

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I work at the bullseye store. Stocking in the early morning (used to he 4am now its 6). Anyways so we have this practice called The Wave (not to be confused with the machinery forklift thing called the wave that we also have). Where almost all of the stocker people go through the wave areas and just stock one aisle at a time. When they finish an aisle, they move to the next unworked aisle. (Each person gets their own aisle). Well they get yelled at a lot by our manager. She’s a very angry lady who has only gotten angrier since her son was deployed a few months ago.
But anyways, working the wave is the like average thing a stocker at my store does. But I’m no longer one of them. I get to do a more specialised task (usually either bowling C&D or the C&D repacks (sorting boxes into aisles, and sorting items for the C&D labelled aisle respectively)). But after i finish my task i go back and rejoin the wave for the tail end of my shift usually. Its a “privileged” position, meaning my angry manager feels safe in leaving me alone to work because I’ll do it and do it well even without her constantly watching me. I’m similar to the softlines workers except they don’t rejoin the wave at the end unless the finish everything which happens maybe two or three times a year max. Also the electronics guy is similiar.

But there is 1 (technically 2 people but doing the same thing togetherish) position even more “privileged”. My one super close work friend does it every day. Its the main repack carts. They are completely on their own the entire shift, go literally everywhere in the store, and basically never answer to a manager at all unless they really fuck up or something changes. Only the most trusted people get to do the job (its actually really really hard and requires a lot of knowledge about where stuff goes in the store without looking it up or scanning an item with a scanner).
Well today my friend barely stood up ad got in the shower before she started getting sick. She has been sick a lot recently but this is one of the first times it’s been this bad and she had to call off because she couldn’t stand without getting incredibly dizzy and nauseated again.
Well that meant someone had to do her job. And /I/ was the one my manager picked to do it.
It did mean having to do the hard job and also working part of the shift with the other lady who does that job who is an absolute bitch usually, but just being the one who she picked to do that job, I feel incredibly honored. Especially because she easily could have put anyone else there because I’m trained on every single stocking area except electronics (and only partially trained on my friend’s job since i did it exactly once before when the other lady was on vacation in the middle of back to school season ).

Tl;dr: I was picked to do the hard but most trusted job in my work team by my angry manager and now i feel #blessed

The angel of liberty was born before the dawn of the first day, before even the awakening of intelligence, and God called him the morning star.

O Lucifer! Voluntarily and disdainfully thou didst detach thyself from the heaven where the sun drowned thee in his splendour, to plow with thine own rays the unworked fields of night!

Thou shinest when the sun sets, and thy sparkling gaze precedes the daybreak!

Thou fallest to rise again; thou tastest of death to understand life better!

For the ancient glories of the world, thou art the evening star; for truth renascent, the lovely star of dawn.

-  The Key of the Mysteries (La Clef des Grands Mystères)By
Eliphas Levi

P sure the over-the-top cheesy innuendos & sudden Dean Martin were played up because the relationship between Jack & Ashi had been developing all season without the characters addressing it. It was meant to be funny.

Like despite plenty of situations with opportunity to whip it out (babe) romantic subplot/relationship subplot (season 5 & like the whole series) was not acknowledged aside from friends & comrades in universe while everyone watching was dying speculating. So the entire episode poked fun at this with sudden overcompensation of romance. Far from being bad writing it was actually flipping hilarious & cute.

Bonus: Jack & unworkable Roomba.

The entire time I was a socialist, I was fighting against my own principles. I was fighting for the right to privacy and liberty the entire time I was a socialist, not knowing that socialism is by definition the elimination of all privacy, which ultimately includes self ownership in which liberty exists. No coincidence that I became such a self defeating, dependency oriented, unworking mooch when I was at the peak of my socialist idealism. I’m honestly still recovering.

youaremorecampaign  asked:

I get the sense that Hanin is pretty protective over Riven and Varlen, perhaps a fic where Varlen needs to protect Hanin? I definitely think Varlen is capable of protecting Hanin (what with how badass Varlen is), and I'd love to see what Hanin thinks of being the one who needs protecting. ^^

Well this one has been sitting in my askbox for a while, and I finally got around to filling it! :D 

Hanin Lavellan and Varlen Lavellan (with mentions of Inquisitor Riven Lavellan (@chaitea09). Approx 2800 words, most under the cut. 

Contains violence, because ambushes are rough.

It was the shouting that woke him.

Varlen erupted from his bedroll, a flailing mess of limbs, his hair blinding him, tangling around his neck, getting in his mouth. It tasted terrible. Spluttering, sightless, groping for his weapons, he half-ran-half-tripped his way out of the tent, barely managing to regain his footing as the camp unfurled before him in a blurry haze. He blinked rapidly, shaking his head, panting simply from the act of escaping his bed. A shameful thing, one might think.

Only everyone was in a similar bedraggled state.

Eyes darting around, Varlen found his sister Riven first. They locked gazes and shared a moment of pure confusion. The shouting was growing steadily nearer. Some of the recruits rushed about the small camp, hopping as they tried to tug on boots, cursing as they fumbled leather vests into position. They would do little good in a proper fight, but that was all anyone really had time for. Mouth dry with dread, Varlen cast his gaze to the trees. What had happened to the scouts?

“Over there,” shouted a voice from behind him. Above him? “They’re coming!”

Lyrene, perched in a tree, cried out, giving away her position but also drawing Hanin’s attention. She was pointing, her gaze hard, bow clutched tight in one hand. He followed the line of her finger into the murky dark. Squinting, greatsword at the ready, clad in nothing more protective than an askew leather vest, Hanin edged forward. The grass was cold against his bare feet, loose pebbles shifting as he stepped.

“Show yourself,” he demanded over the sound of the camp stumbling to life. Nothing in his voice gave away the low hum of anticipation that pulsed in time with his heart. “Now.”

In truth, Hanin hadn’t really expected a response. But he definitely hadn’t expected a massive figure to suddenly explode from the trees, hurtling towards him like a bear roused from hibernation by an arrow in the rear.  Skipping back a few steps, Hanin just managed to raise his blade in time to deflect a powerful swing of a short-sword, the metal edges crashing together then sliding apart with the familiar hiss of steel on steel.

Grunting in shock, Hanin continued his backward trajectory, lacking the comparable force of his large assailant’s running start. In situations such as that, his focus had to be on his footing. Or, more importantly, not losing it. However, as he reeled, more figures burst from the bushes like bolts from a crossbow, hurtling into the haphazard camp. Bellowing. Furious. Hanin grit his teeth so tightly he thought they might crack in his mouth.

Well… that was just damn perfect.

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“Hey Gabe, come here,” Jack said.

Gabriel had been sitting underneath his heating blanket, letting the blunt and bone deep heat seep into his age worn and injury ravaged legs and unwork the pains that almost bit bone deep. While the blanket worked its magic, the former Talon agent <i>had</i> been sewing a hole shut in Jesse’s serape, but choose to put aside his project to look to his boyfriend.

“What?” He asked, not wanting to move away from the wonderful heat of his blanket.

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How to Longfic in GDOCS

Stemming from an interesting exchange in a slack group, I wondered if this might be of interest to other people.

If I do a solo long project, it’s generally in ywriter5, as I find the modular nature of scenes and chapters quite handy to maintain oversight. A cowriting project though is much much easier in gdocs. Not only do you not have any messing with versions, but you can literally watch each other write, which is a lot of fun.

Gdocs tends to slow down after about 50k (there’s a delay before your typing shows up, which is annoying) and really starts to grind to the unworkably slow when you hit ~70k.

So what do when you have a Really Long Fic?

I tend to keep a ‘working doc’ which has the chapter(s) I’m currently working on plus outlines and scenes of future chapters. (If there is a lot of that, far future gets moved to its own doc)

Then posted chapters get moved into a ‘Posted doc’ in sequential order, so the entire story is slowly assembling there in the exact same form as it appears on AO3. Just for my own completeness/backup it is handy to have this doc. And now I’ve been looking at printing fanfic in book shape, having a downloadable rtf of the complete text is handy.

Currently with Stunsails we are also moving the ‘chapter in reserve’ to Posted, the text in a different colour to make it easier to find. So as I write this, we just posted 14, 15 is in reserve, and we’re working on 16 (17, 18)

The Posted doc is starting to really slow down now, but because we’re not actually working in it, just occasionally adding a chunk of text, that isn’t really a bother.

We also keep a Notes doc with copy/pasted stuff we discussed in chat (we use slack and it eats stuff eventually) and a spreadsheet to maintain some sort of oversight of the entire plotline, though most of that info is gradually migrating into the main working doc

@sacrificethemtothesquid @sheliesshattered @- anybody else who does looooong fics