Hades II 1.0
Mar. 28th, 2026 10:44 pmA little over a month ago I finally started my Hades II 1.0 playthrough, and I've been having a lot of fun. I just reached another milestone today so I thought now is a good time to post some notes.
( My first 62 runs )
( My first 62 runs )
2604 / The Pitt, 2.12; Ready or Not 2
Mar. 28th, 2026 04:03 pmI realised the other day that next month, Eldest Niece will turn thirteen. She'll be a teenager. What is time?
( The Pitt, 2.12, 6:00P.M. )
( Ready or Not 2: Here I Come )
( The Pitt, 2.12, 6:00P.M. )
( Ready or Not 2: Here I Come )
I am not artsy enough for this movie
Mar. 28th, 2026 01:43 pmThe other day Geoff and some friends and I went to see an Icelandic movie called The Love That Remains, and I have basically no idea what the hell it was.
I mean, moment by moment it was interesting, and engaging, and the kids were great? It's a couple with three kids, the couple are divorced but still pretty involved with each other (including occasional sex), he's out working on a fishing boat much of the time and she lives with the kids and her dad and is an artist. But, it starts with them divorced but still bound up with each other, and it ends with them divorced but still bound up in each other, and it seemed to me that at least a couple of years went by (judging by what we see of the changing seasons, although IMDb says it's one year) but the kids never age or go to school or indeed see any human being other than their family (except for a brief medical thing), and it's sort of magically weird (e.g., dad kills one of the family's roosters because it's supposedly become aggressive and is then -- in a dream, presumably? -- himself savaged by a giant rooster) and I have no idea whether the way it ends is real-world plausible, or another dream sequence, or just plain bananas.
As we left, we were saying bemusedly to each other, "Did anything ever . . . happen? In that entire film?" and other people leaving the theatre laughed and echoed the question.
I mean, critics apparently like it, and I guess real life can be like that (except for the seven-foot rooster), but I think I'm not artsy enough for it. I want plot.
I mean, moment by moment it was interesting, and engaging, and the kids were great? It's a couple with three kids, the couple are divorced but still pretty involved with each other (including occasional sex), he's out working on a fishing boat much of the time and she lives with the kids and her dad and is an artist. But, it starts with them divorced but still bound up with each other, and it ends with them divorced but still bound up in each other, and it seemed to me that at least a couple of years went by (judging by what we see of the changing seasons, although IMDb says it's one year) but the kids never age or go to school or indeed see any human being other than their family (except for a brief medical thing), and it's sort of magically weird (e.g., dad kills one of the family's roosters because it's supposedly become aggressive and is then -- in a dream, presumably? -- himself savaged by a giant rooster) and I have no idea whether the way it ends is real-world plausible, or another dream sequence, or just plain bananas.
the ending
Because of the injury to one of the kids that prompts the medical thing, dad is going to leave his fishing boat mid-fishing trip and come home. But instead of the boat either interrupting its work returning him to shore or rendezvousing directly with another boat that can bring him home, he's plopped into the ocean in a flotation suit and just drifts in the open sea, waves washing over the emergency light blinking on his chest, for at least a full day and night, waiting for the other boat to arrive and pick him up. And he's still drifting, occasionally screaming, as the movie ends. Is he screaming because the other boat hasn't shown up and he's going to die there? Is this a remotely plausible way for him to be transferred from one boat to another? I mean, I freely admit I know nothing about commercial herring fishery, but it seems awfully risky. Is it another dream sequence? I have no clue.As we left, we were saying bemusedly to each other, "Did anything ever . . . happen? In that entire film?" and other people leaving the theatre laughed and echoed the question.
I mean, critics apparently like it, and I guess real life can be like that (except for the seven-foot rooster), but I think I'm not artsy enough for it. I want plot.
2603 / Fic - The Pitt/TOG
Mar. 28th, 2026 01:47 pmIronies and Acts of God
The Pitt/The Old Guard | ~2600 words | Gen | Thanks to
sheafrotherdon for betaing.
(Also on AO3)
( 'I'm Joe Al-Tayyib, I'm a locum nurse. I got a call to report here and look for someone called Dana?' )
The Pitt/The Old Guard | ~2600 words | Gen | Thanks to
(Also on AO3)
( 'I'm Joe Al-Tayyib, I'm a locum nurse. I got a call to report here and look for someone called Dana?' )
BTS: 🐱🐥🐨🐿️ and 🐰🐹🐻 by mintdr_eam (SFW)
Mar. 28th, 2026 01:19 pmFandom: BTS
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: SUGA, Jimin, RM, j-hope, Jungkook, V, and Jin
Content Notes/Warnings: N/A
Medium: Digital art
Artist on DW/LJ: N/A
Artist Website/Gallery:
mintdr_eam
Why this piece is awesome: Seeing all 7 members wearing Songzio designs for their comeback concert is already greatness. What made these two fanarts worth reccing is how the artist shows the fits' flowy aspects so well. Also extra!kudos for making sure that j-hope's knee tattoos are present as well, heheh.
Link: 🐱🐥🐨🐿️ and 🐰🐹🐻
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: SUGA, Jimin, RM, j-hope, Jungkook, V, and Jin
Content Notes/Warnings: N/A
Medium: Digital art
Artist on DW/LJ: N/A
Artist Website/Gallery:
Why this piece is awesome: Seeing all 7 members wearing Songzio designs for their comeback concert is already greatness. What made these two fanarts worth reccing is how the artist shows the fits' flowy aspects so well. Also extra!kudos for making sure that j-hope's knee tattoos are present as well, heheh.
Link: 🐱🐥🐨🐿️ and 🐰🐹🐻
Signal boosting: Slideshow Request (for Minoanmiss Memorial)
Mar. 28th, 2026 11:56 amVia
gingicat:
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I have received so many lovely postcards from MM over the years, tucked into little corners around my house, and also little homemade Xmas tree ornaments. ♥
Will spend some time this weekend hunting them down, and taking a couple photos to send for the memorial slideshow.
I think it would be nice to include something to signify the destination, just to show how far and wide her kindness traveled. Maybe a flag or flower or something like that. ^__^
(My collection of links and announcements regarding MM can be found here.)
If you were friends with Rubynye also known asminoanmiss, meravhoffman on Tumblr is collecting photos of her, and of her art and care packages that she sent out, to be part of the Virtual Memorial slide show:
https://www.tumblr.com/meravhoffman/812201183122014208/if-you-were-friends-with-rubynye-also-known-as
(Virtual Memorial takes place on April 12, at 1pm EDT (GMT -4) at a Zoom link TBD)
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I have received so many lovely postcards from MM over the years, tucked into little corners around my house, and also little homemade Xmas tree ornaments. ♥
Will spend some time this weekend hunting them down, and taking a couple photos to send for the memorial slideshow.
I think it would be nice to include something to signify the destination, just to show how far and wide her kindness traveled. Maybe a flag or flower or something like that. ^__^
(My collection of links and announcements regarding MM can be found here.)
Marvel Cinematic Universe: Fanfiction: Saved
Mar. 28th, 2026 12:02 pmTitle: Saved
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Gen
Length: 337 words
Summary: Tony gets in trouble
( Saved )
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Gen
Length: 337 words
Summary: Tony gets in trouble
( Saved )
This is a prayer to Baba Yaga; this is a prayer of resistance.
Mar. 28th, 2026 12:45 amThis is a prayer for Baba Yaga. This is a prayer for Resistance.
This is a prayer for the magic of chicken feet, the heat of old hates, the way old bones hurt. This is a prayer for Resistance.
This is a prayer for hat knitters, sign-carriers, Congress-callers. Old women make up the Resistance.
This is a prayer for casserole-bakers, newsletter-writers, nuisances. Old women make up the Resistance.
This is a prayer for phone-bankers, neighborhood-canvassers, early-voters. Old women make up the Resistance.
When the Moon is full, I call to Her.
I bring coals for Her oven. I bring flour, to cover Her tracks. I bring paprika salve for Her old, sore joints.
I bring a list of complicit women. I bring a doll poked with pins and bound with vines. I bring a bottle of ancient anger.
“Come, Baba Yaga,” I say. “Come find me alone in the woods.”
She comes as she always comes: after a long, scary wait.
She comes as she always comes: riding a mortar, a mop handle, a big, black bird.
She comes as she always comes: hungry, grumpy, alone.
“Old One,” I cry, “We are deep in the darkness. We stand on the front lines, but we are afraid.”
Old One,” I say, “We are tired, our legs get shaky, our fingers are sore.”
“Old One,” I whisper, “It seems to us as if we have worked all our lives and only gone backwards.”
“Oh, shut up,” Baba Yaga says, grabbing all the cookies and putting them into her bag. “Give me those for my cat,” She demands, pointing to liver mousse, sausages, cheese.
She pulls down the skin below my eyes. “Not enough yogurt,” She decides.
“Oh,” She says, turning her chicken hut around and going way past the speed limit, “You’ll be fine. I saw it in some tea leaves. This all works out in the end.”
“Build you a fence made of bones,” She says. “Write this on your wrist: ‘By my mother’s blessing.’”
This is a prayer to Baba Yaga. This is a prayer for Resistance.
This is a prayer for women in sneakers. This is a prayer for Resistance.
This is a prayer for one more phone call. This is a prayer for Resistance.
-- by Hecate Demeter
* * *
She did not write one for Ostara, but I found this one, from near the same time of the year a few years ago, and I think it's suitable on the eve of NO KINGS.
This is a prayer for the magic of chicken feet, the heat of old hates, the way old bones hurt. This is a prayer for Resistance.
This is a prayer for hat knitters, sign-carriers, Congress-callers. Old women make up the Resistance.
This is a prayer for casserole-bakers, newsletter-writers, nuisances. Old women make up the Resistance.
This is a prayer for phone-bankers, neighborhood-canvassers, early-voters. Old women make up the Resistance.
When the Moon is full, I call to Her.
I bring coals for Her oven. I bring flour, to cover Her tracks. I bring paprika salve for Her old, sore joints.
I bring a list of complicit women. I bring a doll poked with pins and bound with vines. I bring a bottle of ancient anger.
“Come, Baba Yaga,” I say. “Come find me alone in the woods.”
She comes as she always comes: after a long, scary wait.
She comes as she always comes: riding a mortar, a mop handle, a big, black bird.
She comes as she always comes: hungry, grumpy, alone.
“Old One,” I cry, “We are deep in the darkness. We stand on the front lines, but we are afraid.”
Old One,” I say, “We are tired, our legs get shaky, our fingers are sore.”
“Old One,” I whisper, “It seems to us as if we have worked all our lives and only gone backwards.”
“Oh, shut up,” Baba Yaga says, grabbing all the cookies and putting them into her bag. “Give me those for my cat,” She demands, pointing to liver mousse, sausages, cheese.
She pulls down the skin below my eyes. “Not enough yogurt,” She decides.
“Oh,” She says, turning her chicken hut around and going way past the speed limit, “You’ll be fine. I saw it in some tea leaves. This all works out in the end.”
“Build you a fence made of bones,” She says. “Write this on your wrist: ‘By my mother’s blessing.’”
This is a prayer to Baba Yaga. This is a prayer for Resistance.
This is a prayer for women in sneakers. This is a prayer for Resistance.
This is a prayer for one more phone call. This is a prayer for Resistance.
-- by Hecate Demeter
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She did not write one for Ostara, but I found this one, from near the same time of the year a few years ago, and I think it's suitable on the eve of NO KINGS.



