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Today is the 20th anniversary of Harry Potter! A friend asked how I knew my house, and this was my answer:
Someone asked, and my first answer was Ravenclaw, but then I realized that I am waaaaay too emotional to be objective, and I choose what I think is the right thing over what is definitely the smart thing every time. So I thought about what I want, and mostly I want justice and equality, which could be a Hufflepuff thing, too, but a Hufflepuff would approach that through diplomacy and peacekeeping and cooperation, where my instinctive reaction is to fight for it, to take down the wall with a crowbar and a sledgehammer and scream until my voice is heard, so gotta be Gryffindor. I never considered Slytherin, honestly, because I have very little personal ambition, am skeptical of institutions of leadership, loathe nepotism, and generally do not have my shit together.
What about you, friends?
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SUMMARY: After me comes the flood.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Written for thinlizzy2 for Every Woman 2016. Spoilers for everything.

Read more… )

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Body and Soul, PG, 325 words for [livejournal.com profile] kairosimperfect
American Gods, Bast, function dictates form

Mr. Ibis was never a bird anymore. He hadn’t been in years. Of course, Horace had been one too long, and it had gone to his head.

But perhaps that was an issue of being a bird, and Bast did not know much about bird things, except how exciting the flutter of their wings; how thrilling the jackhammer pace of their hearts, beating into your mouth as your teeth sank in and in. And the oily, salty taste of them, which was best when warm, and acceptable even after it had been cooked.

Jacquel would never eat cooked meat, but then he had the luxury of the dead, who belonged to him. Bast did not have such luxuries—and was not much interested in owning anyone, anyway, at least not for longer than it took to climax, and to bask in the glow afterwards—and though she got on with Jacquel best of all, she would never ask him to share. Some things were simply not divisible.

But the discussion had been on form, before she had gotten distracted by birds. This was not uncommon; birds were endlessly interesting, with their small, jerking movements, and their little twittering voices, and—it was happening again. Ahem. Form. The question was form.

Bast did not really care, one way or the other. She was most like Jacquel; sometimes he was dog-shaped, and sometimes he was human-shaped, and sometimes he was god-shaped. It had more to do with occasion, really, and what one should wear given that occasion. Of course, they all felt the most at home in their god bodies, but you couldn’t stroll around downtown Cairo wearing them. It would cause a fuss, and anyway, being god-shaped up top just would not feel the same. It wasn’t the proper occasion, like a sunny windowsill could not be properly exploited by the human body.

It was not political, Bast thought. It was simply a matter of occasion.

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While Val Kilmer is certainly in better movies -- Thunderheart, Tombstone -- this is the one I enjoy spending time in the most. It's like how I Will Remember You is a much better episode than Carpe Noctem, but if you watched it all the time it would injure your heart, so you watch Carpe Noctem instead because it still has the characters you love, but it's easy. Easy like Sunday morning. )

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I warned you. Thanks, as usual, to [livejournal.com profile] myhappyface's wonderful beta. 'Othello' in 'Becoming II,' or How Xander is Iago )

I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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