I am not fasting for Yom Kippur due to my chronic illness (funny story, I mentioned the possibility of Yom Kippur fasting once to my doctor, and she started muttering about obviously suicidal patients), and this year, Mom’s joining me in not-fasting for the first time due to recuperating from the lung disease, and I would love it if anyone has any thoughts as to other ways the two of us can observe Yom Kippur without fasting, aside from the contemplation and seeking to right wrongs, and donating to the food bank, especially since Mom is still too ill to attend the longer service.
Also, I hope all of you who are fasting have a quick and easy fast.
But anyway, L'Shana Tova, everyone, may the new year be sweet, and to those of you who aren't Jewish, Nyah nyah, no new year for you.
However, this doesn't mean that politics is essential for my enjoyment, and I understand that a lot of writers don't go for it. Other things I really enjoy are Alternate Timeline fics/Canon Divergence AUs, gen darkfic, gen more generally, pushing characters past the point of desperation, fics where my favorite characters are held prisoner, disabled characters both in stories discussing their disabilities, and in stories that don't, characters who belong to a gender/sexual minority, family strife, and families of choice. Also angst. I eat angst up with a spoon.
DO NOT WANT - Rape, incest, character death, allegories to real world political situations, or "total AUs" like high school AUs or coffee shop AUs. I am however A-okay with brutal psychological torture.
Avatar: the Last Airbender
It's not exactly secret that I enjoy torturing my favorite characters, especially Zuko, and making non-disabled characters disabled. This is also my very favorite fandom for Alternate Timeline/Canon Divergence AUs.
Also, I'm kind of bummed by the fact that I found out about this too late to nominate characters, but Mai and Ty Lee are my babies and if you can find a way to include them, that would be amazing.
DO NOT WANT - Shipping Azula with anybody. She reminds too much of my first stalker, and it hits way too close to home.
Anything, really, any wonderful thing you can come up with.
Did the meaning of AU narrow and I didn't realize it? I would kind of like to know, most of what I write other than drabbles are what-ifs. What if Lupin bit Snape when they were in school, what if Azula captured Zuko at the beginning of "The Southern Raiders," what if Iroh died when he drank white jade tea. The story I'm working on right now is a what if: what if those Earth Kingdom soldiers in Book One had managed to capture Iroh and Zuko and take them to Ba Sing Se. If these aren't AUs, I kind of would like to know what to call them.
When she’s seventeen years old, Tana wakes up in a house full of corpses. The only other survivor of the high school party turned bloodbath are her charming, irritating ex-boyfriend Aidan, who is already going cold, infected with the vampire disease. Together with a vampire on the run from the ones who killed Tana’s friends, they have no choice but to head to Coldtown, the city of the undead, where no one who enters is ever allowed out again.
( They looked absurdly gorgeous, glowing from the television like fallen angels. Even from the beginning, that was a problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.Collapse )
The Coldest Girl in Coldtown is definitely a standout vampire novel, and definitely worth the read, both for vampire fans, and people like me who are... not vampire fans. If you don’t mind your vampires dead scary, this is the book for you.
Holly Black can be found online at her website, blackholly.com, or on livejournal, as blackholly .
At the risk of sounding too much like a Precious Princess, especially after I started Children of Mars, I attracted a lot of virulent partisans who slammed me every time I posted anything, because they didn't like the way I portrayed their special favorite baby. One of the reasons I stopped writing Harry Potter fanfic was I was just tired of dealing with it. I had to delete so many anonymous comments full of profanity and slurs that posting a new fic or a new chapter was something I dreaded instead of looked forward to. Every so often, I get comments on my old Harry Potter fics, and most of those comments are absolutely lovely and can brighten up my whole day, but sometimes they're that same old nastiness.
It's been two and a half weeks since the last picture. This tree's just going wild.
And of course, I'm stuck at my doctor's in California, so I don't get to meet her until Sunday. Until then, I am relying on the pictures my sister-in-law has been sending us. My favorite one is of her mama holding her, and she's yawning. I love her little yawn.
Anyway, if you can't tell, I'm smitten.
A couple of weeks ago, my grandmother was driving past a construction site when she spotted a beautiful little wild mimosa tree that was slated to be bulldozed. She asked the foreman if she could dig it up and take it home, and he gave her the okay. Our yard man agreed to pick it up for us, and the next day, he went out to get it. Well, when he dug out around it, he discovered that its roots were wrapped around concrete, and he had to cut most of them of to pry it free. There was only this little stub of root material, and he never would have done it if the tree weren’t going to die anyway.
So he brings it over to our house, and plants it, and immediately, all of the leaves on it shrivel up, die, and fall off. The yard man says he gives it maybe a ten percent chance of surviving. The outer branches started to go brown, and it looked like he was right, and there was no way that tree was going to survive.
Then last week, the buds started to appear. And they grew, and grew, and grew, and now look at it:
This little sucker is actually going to make it.
Anyway, back when it was still this bare stick my grandmother had insisted on sticking in the ground, she told the whole story about seeing it and rescuing it from being bulldozed, the poor thing. My dad took one look at it, sighed, and said, “And here we have the start of the North Alabama Tree Rescue...”
Also, I'm jealous, because I'm stuck at home finishing up the summer semester, instead of at Comic Con with all the cool kids.
In all the awesome that is the new season of The Legend of Korra (and after all the problems with Books One and Two, it’s good to have that awesomeness back) I feel kind of like an ungrateful jerk for complaining about anything, but I do have a minor quibble: the Earth Queen’s allergies. I’m getting a little sick (no pun intended) of seeing my disability played for laughs, and used to make the suffer look like a buffoon. There’s a part of me that’s just glad that there isn’t any suggestion that the Earth Queen is faking her allergies, and in fact we get to see her allergies know Pabu’s around, even when he is hidden away. But I don’t like the way my disability only ever seems to show up as the butt of a joke. Also, lot’s of nice people who love animals are very allergic to them and have to avoid them because of it, like me with my birds, which I had to give up because allergies to them almost killed me and my mother.
tl:dr The Avatar franchise is usually so good with disability, why aren’t they good with mine?