I did not die
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It's not that I'm ignoring you, flist - it's just that I've been busy. Last weekend I ran away to the hills with the gang on a whim (we were talking about going to the library - and somehow it evolved into this wonderful thing) and walked and walked and walked all over a lovely hill town (on a twisted ankle, no less). Today I went all the way to a Library Far, Far Away (okay, maybe not that far, but it sounds nice when you put it like that) and instead of doing some actual work read books about Random Historical Events That Are Really Interesting, Even If They Are Not Particularly Relevant To My Work instead. Here, have some recs instead:
* First, a very belated rec for the story I received for
femslash09: Not Exactly Human by
netgirl_y2k, Discworld, Susan/Angua: I threw in the Susan/Angua prompt as an afterthought, not really expecting anyone to actually write Discworld, because, well, it's Discworld. And then there was this story, with footnotes and humour, and really, what more could a girl ask for?
Wolf language was not well suited to asking the big existential questions but the shade of Sergeant Angua managed to growl something approximate to, 'Am I dead?'
The figure pushed its hood back revealing the face of Young Sam's governess, Susan, her hair still in a sensible governess-like bun(3). She lifted up a lifetimer, 'MAYBE. IT'S ALL A BIT QUANTUM THESE DAYS.'
Susan! And Angua! With bonus Death of Rats! If you haven't read this story yet, go at once, and leave the author some lovely feedback.
* What I Wore To The Revolution by
jae_w Devil Wears Prada, Emily/Andy: Utterly, utterly perfect Emily voice. Utterly.
Emily was not an unreasonable woman.
The point of a junior assistant, as Emily had been led to understand, was that she should actually help the senior assistant, should bear some of the burden of living up to Miranda Priestley's standards. When she had been the junior assistant, Emily firmly believed, she had been a lifesaver. On one memorable occasion, she had even been called that – a lifesaver. At the very least, she had followed the professional code of all lifesavers: first, do no harm. Emily had done no harm. She had always strived to make the senior assistant's life easier, and if her hard work and effort had, through no fault of her own, happened to emphasize her own competence and fitness to take on the senior assistant position, that was just a happy coincidence. Whatever Emily had now, she had earned.
What she had not earned, she was sure, was Andrea.
* Whore (Standard's Not My Native Tongue Megamix) by
zvi_likes_tv, ST: AOS, Gaila (Gaila/Uhura): Gaila and sex and cultural differences. I love, love, love how this story takes the short original, fleshes it out and gives us this wonderful look at Gaila. Remix of the best kind.
* Adventures in the Bad Green Apple: Blood for a Bauble by
jemandhyel, Wicked, Glinda/Elphaba: This one's a WIP, but if you're into Wicked, there's no excuse for not following this. In a slightly different Oz, Elphaba Thropp is a bitter green detective and Glinda Arduenna is her socialite client, and it's awesome.
* First, a very belated rec for the story I received for
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Wolf language was not well suited to asking the big existential questions but the shade of Sergeant Angua managed to growl something approximate to, 'Am I dead?'
The figure pushed its hood back revealing the face of Young Sam's governess, Susan, her hair still in a sensible governess-like bun(3). She lifted up a lifetimer, 'MAYBE. IT'S ALL A BIT QUANTUM THESE DAYS.'
Susan! And Angua! With bonus Death of Rats! If you haven't read this story yet, go at once, and leave the author some lovely feedback.
* What I Wore To The Revolution by
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Emily was not an unreasonable woman.
The point of a junior assistant, as Emily had been led to understand, was that she should actually help the senior assistant, should bear some of the burden of living up to Miranda Priestley's standards. When she had been the junior assistant, Emily firmly believed, she had been a lifesaver. On one memorable occasion, she had even been called that – a lifesaver. At the very least, she had followed the professional code of all lifesavers: first, do no harm. Emily had done no harm. She had always strived to make the senior assistant's life easier, and if her hard work and effort had, through no fault of her own, happened to emphasize her own competence and fitness to take on the senior assistant position, that was just a happy coincidence. Whatever Emily had now, she had earned.
What she had not earned, she was sure, was Andrea.
* Whore (Standard's Not My Native Tongue Megamix) by
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* Adventures in the Bad Green Apple: Blood for a Bauble by
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