5. If you could travel back in time and tell yourself something now that would have helped you get through school, what would you say?
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I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
I've barely scratched the surface of the massive MCYT AUfest Battleship works bounty, but I'll be leaving for a week-long vacation with my gf at my grandparents' tomorrow so here's part 1 of recs. 11x fic, 1x webweave, 3x comics/art; a wild mix of AUs and genres and pairings, mostly for Hermitcraft, some Life Series, DSMP, QSMP.
He's the patron saint of gardeners, and also taxi drivers (unofficially). See, an early and popular cab stand was at Hôtel de Saint Fiacre in Paris, and the carriages themselves began to be called fiacres, and it just spiraled from there.
What makes this even stranger is that he's an Irish saint.
Chains (957 words) by Wallwalker Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ortus Nigenad/Abigail Pent/Magnus Quinn Characters: Ortus Nigenad, Abigail Pent, Magnus Quinn Prompt: 092 - Bone Series: Part 58 of Fills for 100ships - Jan 2022 to ? Summary: Abigail and Magnus manage to pull Ortus away from his destruction, but with unexpected results.
When strangers meet on the road, can lives change? What if those strangers are something other than just strangers? With Smoke on the Wind, author Kelli Estes has a chance encounter for the ages… in more ways than one.
KELLI ESTES:
When I started writing my novel, Smoke on the Wind, I thought it would be just like my last two: a dual timeline where the present-day protagonist learns about history taking place in the historical storyline and it changes her life in some way. But then, wouldn’t you know it, my historical protagonist ends up seeing my present-day characters walking past her on the road and her journey alters because of it.
Wait. What? I reached for the delete key but then stopped. What if I left that in? What if she – a woman in 1801 Scotland – really does see a woman and her son from 2025? What would that mean to her? What would that mean to the story?
Now, before we go any further, let me explain that I do not write science-fiction or fantasy. I write historical fiction, dual narrative, sometimes referred to as women’s fiction. We in this genre tend to stick to historical facts and realism. Readers will light our inboxes on fire if we alter history or get too, as one reader put it, “woo-woo.” (She was referring to a harbor seal that keeps reappearing to my character in a previous novel. Something tells me she really won’t like what’s happening in Smoke on the Wind!)
But, reservations aside, the idea felt exciting. And, even more, it felt possible. I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen ghosts. I’ve recalled past life memories. I’ve seen movement out of the corner of my eye when no one was there and known I was seeing the lingering energy of someone who’d been there before me.
Even more, this book is set in Scotland, a place that feels mysterious and magical, where generations of people believed that Fairy Folk helped keep their livestock safe and peering through a hole in a stone could show you the future. When I’m in Scotland walking the hills and glens, especially when I know the history of what once occurred on that land, I can feel the spirits of the people who came before me as though they are standing right beside me. In other words, the veil is thin in Scotland and it wouldn’t surprise me one bit to find myself touching a standing stone and traveling back in time or turning a corner and bumping into someone who’d lived three hundred years in the past.
Smoke on the Wind is set on Scotland’s most popular long-distance hiking trail, the West Highland Way. It is dual timeline meaning that there is a historical story interwoven with a present-day story and, together, they address themes such as identity, what makes a home, and the bond between mothers and sons. Because both stories occupy the same geographic space, they rub up against each other even though they are separated by over 200 years.
My present-day character, Keaka, learns about the historical character’s life which influences the trajectory of her own life. But, also, my historical character, Sorcha, sees glimpses of Keaka, which in turn, affects her life and the decisions she makes. I stuck to the facts of history – the Highland Clearances and Scotland in 1801 – but I allowed a bit of magic to come through, and I think the story works as a result. After all, we don’t really know if our own decisions are being influenced by whispers from the past, or even from the future.
As I wrote, I intended to stick with vague connections between the two women that could easily be explained away – a glimpse here and there, a whispered voice on the wind, a carving on a stone. But then I reached a scene near the midpoint of the story when, suddenly, the two women are standing face-to-face. I won’t spoil the book, so I’ll leave this vague and simply say that it’s not time-travel, but the women do see each other and communicate. I feel excited every time I think back to that scene because it feels so possible to me. Surely if I just squint hard enough, someone from another time period will appear to me, right?
It’s that sense of possibility that makes me love this story so much. Well, that and all the other things woven through the story that I equally love – the Highland Clearances, moms and sons, long-distance hiking, slow travel, visiting historic sites and feeling the weight still present, personal reinvention, the Scottish Gaelic language. Smoke on the Wind blurs time just enough that all things seem possible. History is relevant to our lives today, but maybe we’re relevant to it, too.
Fic: Third Lifetime Fandom: 度华年 | The Princess Royal (TV) Rating: T, CNTW Length: 1244 Summary: Su Rongqing gets another life and another chance. Although this time, he'll need a different strategy.
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That I watched all forty episodes of this drama earlier in the year can only be ascribed to the fact that I spent most of the winter/early spring feeling absolutely rubbish. It starts out with the potential for an intriguing story with imperial princess Li Rong reborn as an 18 year old after being murdered by her ex-husband, or so she thinks, and determined to manage things better this time. Fortunately/unfortunately for these intentions, the ex-husband she had murdered as revenge has also returned to his youthful body, as has her other love interest, who has spent almost the past two decades as a eunuch. Alas, the potential is wasted in overly-complex and yet rather shallow plotting that doesn't add up very well, and an increasingly nauseating romance that balances the premise of having an ambitious and intelligent female lead who wants power and is obviously the best-suited for it of any of the main characters, rather poorly with the apparent need for her also to be Protected by a Man who, for all his claims of respect and admiration for her, is basically Jack Maynard in hanfu. The second male lead's former status as a eunuch feels rather symbolic. don't Nonetheless, I did watch to the end, and having done so had to write fic.
Also, the title is suddenly making me think that it would be very entertaining to see a cdrama based on the House of Windsor. A sort of period drama/fantasy remake of The Crown...
I hear it. Doubt. Wait. Know. My refuge Is anything but. It has found me. The monster I have been running from Is right here. In the room. With me. Now. I listen. I hone in, creeping nearer, Like one of those dull, topless slasher girls Ineffably drawn to her doom. The door resists at first, then rips Like silver duct tape torn from the mouth Of a hostage. Confirmed, justified, fear and dread. T/here. Water where water should not be. Falling. In drops. In wet rhythm. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I can’t find a plug to yank. I won’t invite a stranger Into this. I know better. The dial Clicks to clacks. Coolest. Off. Wait. Watch. Count. Like Kabir’s moon and sun. Then I am rolling terry cloth To mop up the flood suspended on glass And deaden the sound. Dead.en.sound. I go back to bed. I get up Again. Check. Go back. Listen For noise I’ve made sure I won’t hear Like the last girl standing before the credits roll.
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