hannah: (Library stacks - fooish_icons)
I've bought both a 2017 wall calendar and a 2017 moon phases poster today because I'm not wasting any time waiting for next year. This year isn't over yet, and I'm going to enjoy what's left of it as best I can. But I'm not going to wait longer than I have to, either.

I also found this picture, having searched through the guy's archives to find the metadata and confirm my suspicion that yes, I knew it, it's California. It's not something I can do with every picture of California, just maybe seventy-five to eighty percent of the time.
hannah: (On the pier - fooish_icons)
Getting lost in the woods isn't an experience I can recommend, not from going through it twice in one day. A cold, wet, cloudless day in unfamiliar terrain with few major landmarks and not a lot of people around - my family was out on those trails for six hours and saw only one other person that whole time - makes realizing you've been walking down the wrong path for almost twenty minutes something that's chilling in a way that has nothing to do with the weather. And it happened twice.

We were able to figure out where we were because of the iPhone's compass app and the trail map indicating where power lines cut through the forest, so each time it happened, we only lost forty minutes. Twenty going the wrong way, and twenty retracing our steps back to where we needed to go. If we'd been out in May or July, there wouldn't have been the same miserable urgency to figure out exactly where we went wrong as there'd been today. We got back to the car about fifteen minutes before sunset, which meant about forty-five minutes to dark.

It was beautiful, in any measure. Not too far up north along the Hudson valley, deep into the mountains, more nature than you'd think so relatively close to Manhattan. A deer turned and looked my way when I whistled at it. There were crows off in the distance, and perfectly reflective lakes, with a tiny island just big enough for a couple of short-slung trees. We ate turkey sandwiches on a rock outcropping and watched the layers of clouds drift along. And back in Manhattan, with warm feet and dry clothes, I'm glad I went, and not just to say that I've come back.
hannah: (Dar Williams - skadi)
It's understandable why Buffy and Angel never focused much time or energy on examining vampire society as a concept, even though it's something they could have done because there's clearly something there worth looking at. Nothing nearly so elaborate as what there was on True Blood, with its sheriffs and magistrates and queens and kings, but definitely a thread that could've been woven into a rope across the two shows. Not a civilization, but something close to resembling a culture.

The few vampires that got genuine attention and development were all outliers in one way or another, especially the way Darla, Angel, Drusilla, and Spike formed a vampire family together, going so far as to very clearly cast the pairs into parents and children. If anything, Dru and Spike spending about a hundred years together as a traveling couple is downright ordinary, and one of the two typical vampire arrangements.

The other is nesting. A bunch of unrelated, often differently-sired vampires coming to live together in close proximity, in a shared space. It happens often enough that it's practically expected of vampires, new ones especially, and storming into a nest is a good strategy to deal with many vampires all at once. Vampires who otherwise don't know each other and are, generally, a group of kids trying to figure out the world together without any adult influence. If vampires were pure predators, however intelligent they are, they'd find their own territories and not share any hunting grounds. But they do share the same prey sources with each other, generally before striking out on their own and going someplace new.

Buffy's vampires aren't often shown as having good or strong relationships with their sires, which is another way the Whirlwind stands apart, so far outside the norm for what vampires are typically depicted as doing in terms of social behavior. But there's still social behavior to be depicted. For other vampires to learn and to be taught. Things like Halloween being the one night of the year everyone stays home, or the myth that is the Slayer, how to commune with pure demons and the depth of magic's hold on the world. They don't dig their way out of the grave knowing any of that. Very rarely does their sire stick around long-term. It's almost like the anthropology of children's culture, how stories and rhymes and myths can appear without any adult influence.

It's fascinating and compelling, and almost a shame that vampires were most commonly depicted as soulless predatory creatures, since the nesting alone points to the persistence of humanity, even in vague remnants. Given how the shows were set up and constructed, it's hard to imagine how that sort of cultural study would take place, other than looking to the Whirlwind members for ethnographic interviews about a society they don't even participate in all that much. Which Giles and Wesley totally could both have done, at least twice, to figure out if something happening around Sunnydale or LA is at all typical and ordinary, or if it's as far removed from those concepts as the vampire they've got regular and ready access to talk to.
hannah: (Castiel - poptartmuse)
A pair of noteworthy things happened yesterday. One, somebody noticed my braid and said, "You have a tail." I responded, "Thank you for letting me know."

Two, I went to a special screening of Starship Troopers at Lincoln Center with an introduction by Paul Verhoeven and Casper Van Dien. Apparently, according to Van Dien, Karl Rove is a huge fan of the movie. Also, according to Verhoeven, the only reason it got made the way it did, as a $100 million subversive satirical war film, was because the movie company's executives kept getting fired every three to four months, so nobody paid any attention to what they were doing. This cumulated with someone finally looking at the dailies, asking if the flags weren't Nazi flags, and he responded by saying no, the ones in the movie were different colors.

He also likes being scared of his own movies - that is, he doesn't do sequels because he already knows how to tell that particular story. If he's making a movie, he wants to figure out how to tell a new story, and the learning process should scare him because he doesn't yet know how to tell the story he's working on.

I'd never seen it before, and I'm flat-out astounded nobody managed to get the double meaning the first time around since there's nothing within the text to support any straight, single-layer reading. It would've been nice to have some more distance from the themes, but it was still fairly cathartic in ways I don't quite know how to articulate.
hannah: (Dar Williams - skadi)
Today I met a woman who believed internal organs fall out after a hysterectomy.

A mother of two, in her mid-thirties, believed that.

I like to think I clarified the issue by telling her that simply doesn't happen, much the way I hope I clarified her fear of getting 'bulky' by assuring her neither of us had the testosterone production necessary to achieve such a look, but man. That was a bewildering exchange.
hannah: (Zach and Claire - pickle_icons)
Accidentally setting the alarm for 5:15 instead of 5:45 like I thought I had turned out a lot better than I thought it would: I had time to brush my teeth before heading off to the polls early enough I could still see the Big Dipper. I got into the building right away. It took about twenty minutes, and by then the line was out the building, around the corner, and all the way down the block.

I'm fairly sure that I could have gone much later in the day - maybe sometime in the mid-afternoon when most of the early rising voters would be at work - and had a similar amount of waiting without having to get up so early. And I'm also completely certain I'm happy I did it first thing in the morning.

It's been a long day already and it's just going to get longer. I plan to spend at least some of it in a movie theater.
hannah: (On the pier - fooish_icons)
Today at the gym someone asked me how I was doing; I said I was trying to figure out which of my current sources of stress were under my control and that I could do something about. He laughed and said most people don't think about things that way. It seemed to be positive, but I'm still a little puzzled. I'd have thought most people would think about things that way, and be better able to focus themselves and their lives, with the ability to prioritize being a desirable trait.

That said, I know I use it as a coping mechanism to help manage anxiety and keep it from being overwhelming, but then I'd think that's what most people do in their lives to one degree or another.
hannah: (Castiel - poptartmuse)
The struggle of getting time to write is nothing compared to fighting earworms. I'm not in NaNoWriMo but I'm trying to get my words out, and as much as I like listening to Andrew Bird when he's playing it's not so pleasant when he's bouncing around for hours afterward.

It's not quite a reason, and it's not quite an excuse, and it could quite possibly be classified as a known environmental hazard. I still managed to get a little bit done before the echoing chorus got to be too much, so I can go to bed knowing I have more words than when I started this morning.
hannah: (Dar Williams - skadi)
I watched Stranger Things without anything close to intimacy of the 1980s base material - I was fairly familiar with a couple of things, and could identify at least one major homage-via-subversion, but for the most part, I simply wasn't aware of it. (A co-worker said it must have been weird, and I said it was, because I could go ahead and focus on the story.)

What I did have a deep familiarity with, having recently finished it, was Buffy the Vampire Slayer - which made for a very interesting follow-up media experience. Because more than 1980s movie and horror tropes, the proximity of the two codified a very specific pattern of supernatural fiction focusing on the exploitation of young girls and women.

Of young girls and women as dangerous beings with phenomenal powers, trained to be weapons for those who are indirectly responsible for their possession of their powers and can't access them directly, unwillingly fighting against supernatural forces without full knowledge of the scope and scale of that fight, who are denied full personhood by their trainers and keepers but find it instead granted and gifted by their peer group where they find themselves embraced and welcomed as who they are, even with the accompanying fear of everything they bring with them, both supernatural and otherwise.

It's not a one-to-one match by any means. I doubt it was done intentionally. It does make for something to consider, given how closely the parallels run. I'm certain there's more like this out there that I just haven't read or watched yet, just as I hope there's going to be at least a handful of peer-reviewed papers on this topic editing their citations now that they've got another TV show to write about.
hannah: (Dar Williams - skadi)
I'd love to see a fic where Lorne visits or mentions having gone to a natural history museum, which I imagine would be a particularly fascinating experience for him. For an immigrant, as he'd describe himself. A zoo would also be pretty great.

Also, something where during the Potentials arc in season seven of Buffy, the Scooby Gang takes over Rack's hidden traveling house from season six as a Potentials dormitory. As far as I can tell, it was abandoned when he died and then forgotten by the writers, which is disappointing since they usually get a lot of good mileage out of the stuff they have in their toy box. Though it's unlikely anyone but Giles would get the deep cut that would be the joke of "Buffy's moving castle."

I've also looked, and there's exactly one fic of Dawn dating the horned demon boy she was chatting with during "Hell's Bells" - a real moment of truthfulness to the universal experience of being at a big event and bonding with the one other person the same age age and escaping outside with them for a little peace, quiet, and mutual understanding. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy this exists. I'd just like a couple more.

Similarly, I'd like some more Cordelia/Phantom Dennis fics, particularly ones with consensual possession. It'd be a way for Dennis to get out of the apartment for a while, and for Cordelia - or at least her body - to get in some heavy exercise, for the joy of having a body to move around in. Maybe throw in some bits about Los Angeles' staircases, too, and how LA has changed as a city since Dennis lived in it. And some mutually enjoyed orgasms, to be sure.

What I also would love is a Wesley/Gunn fic where they skipped dating to go right into living together - or, as Wesley would describe it, "forgoing the courtship phase to move directly into monogamous cohabitation." (Gunn: "We U-Hauled it.") Because they both know how short life is, and how important it is to focus and work hard on what really matters, and not to waste any time.

(It'd be at least a month before Angel would notice anything. "I just thought you'd just switched to the same brand of soap or something." "Well, yes...")
hannah: (Pruning shears - fooish_icons)
I'd like some sort of prize or reward for calmly cleaning up broken glass before ten AM, but I know all I'm likely to get is an adrenaline crash in twenty minutes or so. I'd even put on sandals as a precautionary measure and sealed up the plastic container holding the bigger pieces.

Next time a major gift-giving holiday comes around, secular or religious, I'm asking for a new vacuum cleaner.
hannah: (Travel - fooish_icons)
I'm slightly lightly sunburned from apple picking. If it'd been colder, I'd have worn my sweatshirt and been fine. As it was a gorgeous sunny day up near New Paltz, I left it stuffed in my backpack while wandering over the hills, between the rows of trees in the orchards, sampling apples and tossing them away after a bite or two with a feeling of untold-of decadence. It was delightful.

Old-school cloning facilities are always charming.

We'd gone up to see some family friends and hang out for a little while beforehand, with all of us going to a local crepe-based restaurant for lunch. Which proved New Paltz to be a college town and then some when it managed to ran out of batter while making our orders - an event which prompted me to comment it was definitely a restaurant for theatre majors. And a nice revisiting of the sort of place I always liked eating at back in Davis. Not quite the same aesthetic, but a deeply congruent vibe. I would've liked to see more of the town, but it was a long drive there and a long drive back, so the orchard beckoned as soon as the coffee was done.

The sight of the orchard cresting a hill, sloping down into the valley, and and continuing on for row after row after row all the way to the bottom and going on from there was a shining, promising vision. Almost nothing was labeled, so if I couldn't tell what section I was in from obvious cues like the green Granny Smiths, I had no idea what I might be picking off the trees. Which made it more fun to try something to see if I liked it, because I'd really have no idea. As it turns out, Red Delicious is pretty tasty. If picked fresh and organic, right off the tree, while still the size of a ping-pong ball.

Better were the raspberries. They were a surprise, found by wandering through the hills and getting lost and keeping on to see what came next. Three long rows of vines, completely unpredicted and outside of my realm of knowledge both practical and theoretical for this sort of thing, my brother and I took a moment to take it in before we went in for the glory. Brushed lightly, they fell right into my hands. If I maneuvered carefully, I could go so far as to eat raspberries right off the vine - berries completely untouched by human hands. The freshest raspberries I've ever eaten, intense and joyful. After them, the apples were almost an afterthought.

There were patches of wilderness throughout the orchard, well-contained, left to their own devices but carefully worked around. Two goats, a goose, four ducks and some chickens sharing a comfortably-sized enclosure. Apple-related products and congruent produce available for purchase at the main stand. Five species of butterfly, a couple of ravens and a bald eagle spotted just before lunch, bees having a go at the discarded samples, deer grazing on the side of the road on the ride back. No time for hard cider, but I'm fine with that. The day was more than rich enough. I wouldn't do it again next week, but next year sounds about right.
hannah: (steamy drink - fooish_icons)
It's not that vampires cook so much as they sometimes prepare food, because if human guests are coming over, blood isn't going to cut it. But vampires being vampires, unless humans are coming over at least once a week, it's not a good use of money or space for them to try to keep fresh stuff around. Especially if the humans get squeamish over their food being in the same fridge as blood bags and containers. So the humans that visit get served stuff that can safely stick around for a while in cabinets. Things like ramen, instant coffee, powdered milk. Bulk teabags. Honey that somehow managed to crystallize. Microwave popcorn that expired in 2007 but should still be fine. Served out of nice bowls, and good mugs. But no plates, and no utensils except some spoons, because there's no real reason to have other stuff around.

They've got some nice saucepans, though. Because microwaves get the blood to the right temperature quickly, and sometimes fast is better, but doing it slowly on the stovetop - simmering, not bubbling - gets a deeper flavor and more precise temperature control.

It's a very social vampire that keeps stuff like microwave lasagna in the freezer and plates to serve it on.

All that said, Spike would have half a jar of peanut butter in the back of the fridge and some Weetabix and hot sauce in the cupboard, but they're not for company.
hannah: (Dar Williams - skadi)
Neither Buffy or Angel got deep into the demon world running right alongside the normal human one - there would be brief visits, like through Willy's bar in Sunnydale or Caritas in LA, and the occasional piece of investigation that would offer some glimpses. But nothing that really got in there to look up and around and really take it in. As a show, Angel had more opportunities to do so, but didn't often make use of them. My guess would be budget constraints, which I can understand, since given what the glimpses provided it'd be like an episode of Farscape designed and directed by Guillermo Del Toro.

With a setting like that, of course it has to be a small team of Lorne, Spike, and Wesley heading in there - someone who doesn't stand out and can act as the group's passport, someone who knows how a place like that works from practical experience, and someone who knows how to find what it is they're looking for. Which is a disgraced Watcher's library, her entire personal collection. Before she had the chance to be forcibly volunteered into early retirement sometime in the 1980s, she burned her bridges and ran to a big city on the West Coast of the US, Portland or Seattle or San Francisco, someplace with a lot of fog and cloud cover. She took all her reference books, all her journals, and collected as many of the Watcher texts that got into the underground booksellers' markets as she could. Mostly private journals she got at estate sales from people that didn't know what they were selling her.

It's those journals that Wesley's after. He found out about the sale ahead of time from a bookseller's catalog - of course the underground booksellers put out trade catalogs, and of course he still subscribes to a couple of them - and knew he only had so much time to buy up the whole lot before it gets portioned up and sold at auction. If he buys the whole thing under Wolfram and Hart, that'll draw more attention than he knows would be good. What remains of the Watcher's Council is still in shambles, the Slayers are putting themselves in charge of it with no real sense of how to make any long-term plans - they need the reference texts in this old Watcher's library, to be sure, and Wesley knows someone who knows what they're good for needs those journals more than someone who simply wants to have them on a shelf. So he's got to get there before anyone else does, make sure this isn't some sort of Agnes Nutter hoax, and get everything back safely.

So he ropes Spike and Lorne into coming along to make sure things have a chance of going a bit more smoothly than if it was just him. Spike, who's in LA as liaison to the Slayers and also to blatantly spy on Angel - who's relieved Buffy's spying on him since it means she still cares, and Spike lets him read over and edit the reports he sends to Buffy on Wolfram and Hart's activities - is more than happy to take a working vacation in a city where a parasol's enough to let him walk around in daytime this time of year. He and Dru spent a few months there a while back, and it'll be nice to visit again. Lorne's also glad for the chance to stretch his legs a bit, and to travel with an entourage. After all, he's the only pure demon around, not a human or a blood magic half-breed. So he's the one who can most easily, efficiently, and safely get them in and around and out. He so rarely gets a chance to be seen as just as fabulous as he knows he is, and for people to turn their heads when he walks into the room for all the right reasons.

"Hang on, I've always wanted to say this." He takes a deep breath to pause and savor. "They're with me."

He's also the one who says, "Twenty-six different languages between the three of us, and we still can't order in a Chinese restaurant."

(Wesley got a bowl of noodles, vegetables, and broth. Lorne got a plate of dumplings. Spike, after explaining his dietary requirements, orders the off-menu vampire's special, which involves what Wesley can only describe as "some sort of mammal" getting trussed up and bled out for Spike right at the table. He drinks the blood out of a fancy ceramic bowl, using both hands to hold it. For formality's sake.)

(Lorne asks after the dumplings' ingredients, and finds out both he and Wesley unknowingly ordered hufu. They're both at a point in their lives they shrug and keep eating.)

Once Lorne gets them in, it's up to Spike to get them around. He knows how to ask for directions, negotiate a bargain, make friends quickly, talk his way out of corners, and can survive being shot if nothing else works. A little of his reputation goes a long way, even now, after all that went down on Buffy, and he's the only one of them who genuinely enjoys visiting places like this. A few times he has to fake deferring to his "boss" but Lorne knows how to play the part for nobody to suspect anything foul or strange.

There's at least one moment that after the concierge hears Lorne say 'a human and a vampire' and deduces which is which, she hands Wesley four suitcases and Spike a single slim briefcase. Wesley's slightly miffed, and tries the briefcase - and finds himself struggling even with both hands and all his might, "What's this made of, lead?!"

Spike picks it up one-handed, sniffs it, "Lined with it, at least."

Even with moments like that, there wouldn't be a lot of hijinks or misadventures or swashbuckling escapades. Definitely a scene where the lead-lined briefcase gets used in a fight as a shield and blunt weapon, because there are certain narrative rules, but no more than usual. This isn't that kind of story. It goes smoothly enough that Wesley gets the whole collection without paying too high a price, even though he can't afford to let them far out of his sight until they're back safe in LA, into his apartment, never letting them get inside the offices. Sitting down on the floor and spreading them out and looking through them, finding new memories of things he hadn't been able or willing to forget. The world he left behind that no longer exists, told back to him by a woman he'd never met, who he'd have loved to meet. Someone who he would have found it good to talk to, years ago.

The reference books and bulk of the journals are sent off to the new Slayer's Council. He keeps her private words.
hannah: (Dar Williams - skadi)
Anything involving King Solomon, right there. "Solomon's Compendium" of assorted demons, outstanding in its field, still the go-to source for a number of species and creatures. Maybe a codex, or some jewelry - definitely have Willow and Wesley reference him at least a few times, whether as a scholarly source or something read about in Sunday school fairy tales. Maybe both.

Giles saying a language needs to be read right to left, Willow smiles, "And Katie said Hebrew school was only good for a Bat Mitzvah." And then she uses that education fairly regularly, correctly grasping the pronunciation of some Aramaic chants and commenting that a pronunciation guide is almost identical to the cantillation trope symbols she learned way back when.

Willow mistakenly thinking Tara was Orthodox when they first met, because her cousins in LA are the only other women she knows who wear floor-length skirts in Southern California.

Los Angeles' eruv being the equivalent of "a brick wall across a motorway" to Angel as he's chasing someone down a seemingly unremarkable street and then hitting something he didn't even know was there, then finding himself deeply thankful he wasn't driving at the time. Because the eruv needs to be strictly monitored and maintained, he's not invited inside. He respects that, though it bothers him a little when the negotiator pulls out a card table, sets it right across the line, and pushes over a folding chair.

(Wolfram and Hart get a tiny office inside the eruv's boundaries, keeping all their Angel-related information secure in there. It wouldn't stop a human from breaking and entering, but it's a way to keep the guy from barging in on meetings.)

(Willow explaining why she can't wrap an eruv around Sunnydale, but she can probably make one around the edges of her family's property if Buffy wants to sit on some grass safely at night again.)

Willow lighting the Sabbath candles and then apologizing for the painfully straight language before reciting "Eshet Chayil" to Tara.

Buffy being explicitly described as "a woman of valor."

A golem or two. Because the eruv's big enough someone has to actually go inside at some point, and they weren't expecting a constructed person to be quite so jovial. And having them on Angel would serve as a nice foil to the robots on Buffy.

Spike mentions bargaining with one of Los Angeles' kosher butchers - cow's not as sweet as pig, but mix in some chicken for flavor and it's tasty enough.

Hamsas as protection - keeping Dawn safe from scrying eyes during season five, keeping everyone who wears one safe from curses, a very expensive item ordered through a secondary supplier from the Magic Box who only takes money orders, because she's one of a half-dozen people who know how to make them correctly and she's got to keep the demands down to what she can actually afford to make. Wesley has one in his apartment, and later his offices in Wolfram & Hart. Of the latter, he says he appreciates the illusion of control.

Lorne listening to Jewish chants and prayers on CD, because of course he listens to everything.

Tikkun olam being discussed, in concept and in practice, in reference to what they do and why it has meaning. To force healing upon the world. To fix the holes in the world.

Stars of David as a holy symbol with the same power to repel vampires and other demons as any cross.

Gunn saying he thought English guys weren't usually circumcised.

("Does it bother you? Using a cross?" Gunn asks, some time later, looking down at the little star hanging from a delicate-looking chain.

Wesley shakes his head, shrugs as best he can while laying down. "I tend to think of them as one more weapon." He considers. "And it's easier to make one in an emergency.")
hannah: (Across the Universe - windowsill_)
Buffy the Vampire Slayer is all about averting the end of the world. Always Coming Home is what happens after. I've looked around and there doesn't seem to yet be a crossover between these two works. It wouldn't take much to make it happen, either: just the vampires staying around to see the world speed up and slow back down. Saying they remember when the world was cold, when humans come to speak with them.

Fewer humans means far fewer vampires - the ones who've stayed on, through everything, live in a loosely-connected society of their own now, if predator animals like tigers can have what's called society. If what was described in the Le Guin short story "Solitude" can be called society. Which it is. It's just hard for humans to see it. The remaining vampires each have their own individual territories for hunting and protecting - large spaces fiercely guarded and well defined. A settled vampire have to defend their territories from the rare incursion from other vampires looking to oust them and claim it for themselves, and what demons remain that want to harm their humans. Most humans know how to set up protections and defenses the way most humans know how to navigate by the stars at night. But sometimes the vampire helps out in their own way, usually without anyone knowing.

Sometimes another vampire comes by for company. And, like the humans in "Solitude," they'll see each other for a while, and then go off and be alone again and still be happy.

Cold people. Night people. People outside the word dance. People with their own dance.

It's easy for me to imagine a version of Always Coming Home with small references and warnings scattered throughout and a dedicated segment in one of the reference chapters about them, and the proper protocols for dealing with them. What to do when you find a dessicated deer carcass in the woods hung up somewhere for people to notice. How some other places will put out an animal for their vampire, a calf or kid to keep the cow or goat in milk. How to approach them, if you want to talk, and how to set out the proper offerings to see to that. Because they've got stories to share, long stories, because they've lived a very long time. Some of them have walked on the bottom of the Inland Sea - not by weighing themselves down to stay under the water, though a few have done that. No, they walked on the bottom of the Inland Sea back when it was dry. That's how old they are.

The world will never be that cold or that dry again, they'll say.

I can see Spike in this role, following the lessons he got centuries ago in a town that's currently a deep underwater cavern from people barely referenced in the Archives. He found a new place like that town, and held to the memories of those who've gone, and set his claim on the territory. And sometimes people come to him to talk. His hair's back to being brown and curly, and he sometimes comes into town for the festivals and the music. Not to eat or hunt, though; you don't do that in a town. Not here, not with the way the world is now. He knows he's not welcome - nobody welcomes him, nobody invites him, he'd be upset if anyone did because they should know better than that. Sometimes, though, when he talks to the people that are around now, he's glad to be such a long-lived creature. It's given him time to see the world change.
hannah: (Across the Universe - windowsill_)
The more I think about it, the more I want post-canon Faith/Groosalugg adventures with swords, punching, acrobatics, and lots of quiet cuddling. By the time Buffy wrapped up, Faith was in a reasonable position to accept a long-term boyfriend-adjacent type person - not a significant other, but a noteworthy companion that she sometimes sleeps with - and his complete sincerity and gentleness wouldn't freak her out so much. She likes hero types, and he likes women who carry themselves like queens. It'd be a glory of a slow burn to openly admitting heartfelt affection.

Two powerful warriors astride the world. What could be better?

The answer to that is: Cordelia Chase going into politics.

If Whedon had written Cordelia out of the show for the duration of the actress' pregnancy and let her return afterward...if Cordelia never ascended to a higher plane, but showed up on the beach wondering where Angel was...and if she did, at some point, give Groo her visions...and left to figure out who she was without them...

...well, clearly, she'd show up in season five as a recurring non-villain antagonist to Wolfram & Hart as the only honest politician in LA. Which she happens to know is factually true!

Running and landing a spot on city council, looking to mayorship, and eventually the Senate, possibly even higher if she thinks she can make it. Which she knows she can. Because she's Cordelia Chase. She gets shit done. And because she and W&H often have similar goals of keeping LA running safely and smoothly, that'd lead to a lot of delicious storytelling opportunities over what it means to grow up, and to compromise, and how to be pragmatic about one's ideals without breaking them.

It'd give Groo a solid reason to find Faith, because he knows he needs a warrior to help him out with a given vision. And I can see him handling the belligerent sexual tension by sublimating it in elaborate Earth and Pylean courtship rituals, culminating in a candlelit dinner with the centerpiece being animals he hunted and butchered himself.

(Best guess for his name? Whatever it is, it means "small pink flower." Faith would tease him about it mercilessly, and he wouldn't mind a bit.)
hannah: (Dar Williams - skadi)
I've now finished watching all of Buffy, Angel, the Buffy movie, and "Scooby Road." And I legitimately can't wrap my head around the fact that I had Buffy and Angel fandom icons for years without knowing exactly where they'd come from. Fandom is weird like that. But in a good way.

Buffy remains a great show trapped inside of a good one, and Angel a good show inside one that's genuinely entertaining. It's weird, looking back on them - not just how TV storytelling and Western media have changed since they were broadcast, and how clearly they're constructed for viewing models and sweeps weeks requirements that simply don't exist anymore, but also in how familiar they seemed. Both from hanging around in fandom and being aware of the rampaging juggernaut that was one of the big fandoms for so long, and in their stories not being new anymore. Still good stories. But I've already heard them. So to hear them from the first place they were told took some time to understand how it was to tell them when they were new.

The next couple of weeks may be given over to wishes over fics that the fandom may have already seen to sometime in the last decade or so. You've been warned.

...I mean, are there any fics out there for Faith/The Groosalugg? There's got to be at least one by this point, right?
hannah: (Laundry jam - fooish_icons)
The combination of freelance work and weekly class schedules means there's usually at least one afternoon where I have absolutely no obligations on my time. Not even my part-time telecommuting job, as long as I've finished all the current outstanding tasks. Sometimes it's three days, sometimes just an afternoon.

Today didn't quite count, since I had a dentist's appointment and did some errands on the side. But it counted enough, because I was able to sit in a coffee shop and look out the window for a while, and I was able to stop and look at the equinox sky. Summer ended nearly three weeks ago when the first pumpkins showed up at the market. It ended last Saturday, when the first leaves began blowing down the street. And it ended today, with the equinox. Autumn begins very slowly, and gently, in incremental stages that are easy to track if you pay attention. One of those things is a very sharp sky that doesn't happen much at this latitude. The sky is rarely empty of clouds, and the sunlight isn't often as intense as it needs to be, but when both of those things happen - as they did today - then it becomes one of the brightest, sharpest blue skies that New York City is ever capable of having. I saw it a while ago at the New York Botanical Garden, and I saw it today on the building's roof.

Nobody ever tells you about missing the sky. I guess nobody thinks of that.


Sep. 15th, 2016 10:10 pm
hannah: (Robert Downey Jr. - riot__libertine)
Working in a sub-basement where I pretty much only encounter humans means I've been paying a lot more attention to plant and animal wildlife, to the point today I tried to have a conversation with a parrot and caught a cockroach.

The parrot happened after work, when I was walking back to my apartment. I heard some weird not-quite-speech sounds coming from above and saw a group of adults and a couple of children looking up at a townhouse's third-story window, so I looked to see what they were looking at, and saw a parrot hanging out on the AC unit and chatting with a little girl. It was deliberately exchanging sounds with her, if not meaningful information, and did the same when I whistled at it. So that's something definitely in its favor.

The roach happened at work. There are a fair amount of dead roach bodies around the corridors, so when I saw a small roach-shaped object I thought it was just another one. Then it moved. Not fast, or well. Just poking around and flinging its antennae any which way. I almost wanted to squish it with something, like the paint can we'd been using as a doorstopper, but then I thought better of that and trapped it with a large roll of packing tape and a tissue box. My co-worker was duly impressed, and we agreed it wasn't going to be around much longer - it's not hospitable down there for anything in the long term. Not even cockroaches. So I nudged it out of the room and it scuttled down the corridor, and was soon gone.

Whether or not that'll count in my favor remains to be seen, but it was enjoyable just the same.
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