Reptile tongue.

Apr. 21st, 2019 11:42 pm
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It's the end of an era: I need a new laundry hamper. The one I've had since grad school ripped its last handle's stitches. What I'm left with is a wobbling tube without any genuine means to move it around. I could keep it for another couple of months before the last of its seams go, but that wouldn't do me much good. So, instead, a declaration I'll get a new one before my laundry is nothing but mismatched piles around the floor.

It's also the start of spring: my window's open with the screens put in. The window isn't shut tight with a towel as a DIY insulator anymore because it's more pleasant to have the airflow now. Soon it won't be. But for now, it is.

[BBC Merlin] Privileges of Rank

Apr. 21st, 2019 03:06 pm
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A spiral stone staircase, paint flaking off the walls.


Rating: Explicit

Length: 00:59:02

Pairings: Merlin/Arthur

Tags: canon compliant, getting together, mild dom/sub undertones

Summary: Arthur's biggest problem to date, Merlin thinks darkly as he carries yet another load of suspiciously not-really-dirty clothing down the stairs, is an unaccountable fear of anyone, anywhere, suspecting he's capable of being other than a complete and utter prat.

Podfic of seperis's story.

Notes: Thanks to seperis for giving blanket permission to podfic.

Finally finished for [tumblr.com profile] merlins-springcleaning.

Link: On AO3 | tumblr
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Title: Learn Something New
Author: [personal profile] cesperanza
Reader: [personal profile] mific
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Rating: E
Summary: "This isn't a vacation!" Rodney shouted. "This is about declassifying research that's going to change the course of physics!"
Content notes: A favourite of mine! The urge to make a podfic suddenly came upon me, unfortunately when I hadn't completely gotten over a cold so my voice is even more nasal than usual. Sorry about that, but I didn't have the energy to re-record so I hope you can still enjoy it. Also apologies for the very bad singing :) Thanks to like_cheap_wine for permission to use their art as a podfic cover, and to Speranza for blanket permission to transform works.
Length: ~31 min.

text at AO3


Come and gone.

Apr. 17th, 2019 11:27 pm
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[personal profile] hannah
Standing around in Central Park, waiting for the shuttle to take us from the Boathouse to Fifth Avenue, we chatted about how we were doing at such a late, tired hour. I said I was going to crash when I got back to my apartment - "Don't say crash," someone else told me. I laughed, and said I was okay. I explained, I'd had a couple of drinks and then some coffee, some water too, and I was at a good balance of everything to keep coasting for a while. At least until I got back to my apartment, after which, I said, I won't say anything more.

I got driven out of the park, and I got driven into the park. My brother had the time and willingness to drive me and the Gala's baked goods to the Boathouse, and took deep pleasure in doing so - as he said, it might be the one day in his life he drives in Central Park. It was a good day for it, too: that brief time when both flowers and leaves are new and everything is fresh.

I got there early, almost too early, two and a half hours to spare. I walked around the park some, enjoying the people and sunshine. I set up everything, and watched it go into the kitchens for safekeeping until it was time for the after-dinner coffee. I hung out with a couple raptor people from New Jersey, and met a Barred Owl named Mitzi and a Red-Tailed Hawk named Ruby. Both of them got a lot of attention from the birds nearby, with the jays and blackbirds - of course it was the corvids - being the first to start shouting about them, with the sparrows and cardinals joining in. So I joked they should do bird walks with raptors as bait. Bring out the other birds and let people listen.

Things were being set up and arranged up until the last moment before the doors opened for the guests. As it's been said, the show doesn't go on because it's ready, the show goes on because it's showtime. And what a show it was! There was a cheese table, a specific table for cheese, with seven different kinds and someone who'd cut small slices off the logs and wheels when someone wanted a piece. I've been to weddings that aren't as fancy as that.

This is the Flocktail's first year in this space. Far more expensive than other years - the previous locations were all provided for free - and also far nicer. Not just for the catering. It was an airy, open room, with a tall ceiling and windows all around, plus a view out to the Central Park boating pond. When someone got up onto the small stage, everyone could hear them, and when someone got onto the floor to perform, everyone could see them. It wasn't huge, just a couple hundred people. Enough you couldn't meet everybody, and enough you could feel comfortable with just about anyone.

Sometimes the party picked up, sometimes it slowed down. A lot of it was standing or sitting around, eating fancy food and talking to people. It was an open bar, but I've learned since college, and just had two drinks, counting the prosecco they were handing out on trays at the door.

The moments of picking up were numerous, though. There were three dance numbers. There was a short performance by Nellie McKay. The live auction had a professional auctioneer, the kind that talked at fifteen miles a minute and whipped the audience into clapping every time the bid hit another hundred dollars, do I hear sixteen hundred, sixteen, seventeen hundred, eighteen hundred, he's bidding the boat, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one!

It ended up being over twenty-one hundred dollars. I think it went for thirty-one hundred, outbidding the two all-access passes to the Tribeca film festival and the tickets to Hamilton. That one was for a walk in Central Park with the director of the Wild Bird Fund. And Bill Irwin.

It takes a particular audience to get whipped up about Bill Irwin - who would, in fact, be sailing a little boat he'd brought with him out on the Reflecting Pool during the walk. And I was so, so happy to be in that audience.

I approached him near the end of the night, told him I loved how he moved on stage and shook his hand. I did the same for Nellie McKay. But I didn't give her my card. I gave Bill Irwin my card.

As part of the preparations for this, in addition to baking so many cupcakes several people took about a dozen each home with them, I got business cards. So yes. I have cards. Do you want my card? I have a card, drop me a line. I can send you something, here's my card. You need my name, it's on my card.

Though I have to say, much as I loved casually offering out my card, much as I adored exchanging meaningful words with Bill Irwin, glad as I was to attend this sort of thing where the full cost of ingredients was much less than a ticket, what I liked most was being there at the start and the end. Seeing what goes into making it possible, getting it set up and taken down. The stillness before and after all the dancing, when it's open and ready for the night, and when it's just a few people left out in the night, ready to be home.

Trace your hand.

Apr. 16th, 2019 11:12 pm
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I spent a brief, intense few minutes this evening coordinating logistics between four different people, myself included. It was something that would've been simpler if everyone was in the same room, or at least reachable by phone, but at least it's reasonably completed now. Making sure that a car can take me and the masses of baked goods over to the party location tomorrow afternoon shouldn't be so tricky, but when it's in Manhattan, it needs a lot of checking assorted regulations. Like if privately owned cars are allowed in Central Park. Turns out, yes, for a small number of reasons and if they follow specific rules.

In more pleasant news, I finished the rough draft of the Gunn/Wesley fic. Outsider POV, keeping in the everyone's-human-and-the-demons-don't-matter setting, probably not to everyone's interest and something I enjoyed the experience of writing.

Also the Cordelia/Phantom Dennis thing.

The first one's about 2000, the second about 3000. It's kind of odd to write something so short after getting used to taking at least 20,000 to tell the story, but these didn't need to be all that long, either.

I know they need to be better than they are right now, though, so if anyone's open for beta-reading, feel free to drop me a line.

Stay a hundred days.

Apr. 15th, 2019 11:34 pm
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I got woken up this morning by rain. Well before dawn, wind and thunder and hail, heavy drops pelting against the windows. Far beyond a downpour, lighting flashing through the curtains a couple of times, though after I turned my face towards the pillow I couldn't see it anymore. Just the sounds of what came through.

This morning, I got caught in a brief storm. Nothing strong, nothing long, just a few minutes of rain falling straight down. It ended by lunchtime, and the next few hours were the echoes: hard breezes, gray clouds through the sky, dampness suffusing everything. Spring chill, not winter cold. The blossoms are coming down fast, but the buds have some promise of color left in them yet.

By the time it was over, by the time I was on my way home, the air felt new. The only clouds were the nonthreatening kind, the ones that slipped in front of the sun just long enough to make its reappearance that much more brilliant.

The wind's come back and the rain's left. There's a strong chance it'll return soon - it's never far gone here. But on its own time. Rain doesn't come in a hurry, even when it comes in hard.
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Title: In Which Kiza Didn't Ask for the Treatment
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] halwen
Reader: [personal profile] kalakirya
Fandom: Jupiter Ascending
Pairings: none
Rating: general audiences
Summary: She hadn't asked for the recode treatment. Hadn't known it was even an option, really, on the backwater planet she and her father had washed up on.
content notes:
Length: 0:04:05
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Title: A Girl Worth Fighting For
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] meinterrupted
Reader: [personal profile] kalakirya
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairings: Aurora/Mulan
Rating: general audiences
Summary: You need to find a better way to channel your anger.

After the events of Lady of the Lake, Mulan teaches Aurora to spar.

content notes: none
Length: 0:08:43
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Title: Of Letters Never Sent
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] selenay
Reader: [personal profile] kalakirya
Fandom: Doctor Who (12th Doctor era)
Pairings: none
Rating: general audiences
Summary: She asked the Doctor once about visiting her younger self and he'd given her a two hour lecture about time and paradoxes and theories about time stability. She hadn't understood all the maths he'd scrawled on the blackboard, but she'd followed enough of it to work out that meeting her previous self was a Very Bad Idea.
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Length: 0:04:33
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Title: look ahead (at a clear sky)
Author: [archiveofourown.org profile] walkthegale
Reader: [personal profile] kalakirya
Fandom: Critical Role
Pairings: Yasha/Zuala
Rating: general audiences
Summary: It was only a matter of time. (A Zuala Lives AU.)
content notes: none
Length: 0:03:45
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memory serves [podfic] (33 words) by templemarker

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Magicians (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh
Characters: Quentin Coldwater
Additional Tags: it's not NOT quentin-eliot, they're always in the background, Depression, canon-typical suicidal references, fuck me what a tag, Canon Disabled Character, Disabled Character, Mental Health Issues, Monsters, q could really use that filliorian opium right about now, Podfic, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, Read by the Author

Summary:

But this is far from the first time Quentin has sat in a room with a monster that has a vested interest in fucking Quentin up from the inside out.

[image description: cover image of "memory serves" podfic]
Memory Serves

written by templemarker

recorded by templemarker
Approximately 7 minutes in length; mp3 file with embedded cover image.
Right-click save file as: memory serves


Notes below the line. )

This was done in one quick take, so, you know. This is also the first time I've used Boson to record and edit a podfic, so let me know if there's something wonky with the file or if I missed a key edit in the recording.