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Title: Prima Materia
Author:

kat_lair
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook & Kim Namjoon | RM, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM
Tags: Ambiguous Relationships, Drabble Sequence, Magical Realism, the Japanese MV for Blood Sweat and Tears, in particular whatever is going on with Namjoon, Jungkook and that drink
Rating: T
Word count: 5 x 500

Summary: Namjoon smells different, like the deep green ocean instead the streets.

Author notes: Written for

dreamersdare for

fandomtrees. DD’s prompt was “Anything that draws on the Japanese MV for Blood, Sweat and Tears, in particular whatever is going on with Namjoon, Jungkook and that drink.” I regret to inform you; I am not so much answering the essay question as I am talking around it. You know, like, 'focuses on the details but presents no actual arguments'. Was fun to write though :D

Prima Materia on AO3

( Prima Materia )

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mtbc

I mention a few recurring topics, probably because I still haven't properly addressed them. For instance, ( I remain overweight and unfit. )

I also need to get back to writing code in Haskell and in Rust. Quite how and when this happens, I am not sure. I do need ( to sort out my personal computing. )

R. is thinking about when and how we move to live somewhere else. For a couple more years yet, high school catchment area remains quite a constraint, though I can look around ( for where we might move to someday. )

mtbc

The weather forecast for this weekend wasn't great but we got to walk our dog L. a little around the neighbourhood today, which is something. We avoided the parks, they will be muddy. He's still too reactive when seeing other dogs at a distance.

Now we're back home, the Winter Olympics makes for pleasant background on the television. R. heated a roast chicken we found discounted in the local Tesco Express. I should sort and file some accumulated routine mail, and perhaps we'll be able to give L. a decent walk again tomorrow.

mtbc

I always seem to be living outside the US at times when being present could perhaps allow me to do the most good as a white English-speaking not-MAGA US citizen. It has been tremendously encouraging to learn what good people are doing there and disappointing how little coverage it gets in the news here. The history generator's settings keep tending alarmingly toward interesting times as the administration finds new ways to harm people.

Here's hoping that the Democrats retain something of a spine over reforming ICE. It was interesting to read some suggestion that, even before all this, the Federal law enforcement community had often seen ICE more as cosplayers than competent.

oursin

That was a week that felt a bit odd, which may have been quite a bit down to my not sleeping as well as have latterly been doing.

Also not getting out for accustomed daily walk as often as usual because RAIN.

Somewhat stunned by phonecall from friend with whom I am collaborating on various projects who has recently had some rather devastating health news.

Resumption of contact with two other friends: one of whom I had contacted after receiving what turned out to be, as I had suspected, spam email from her hacked account.

Having the February blahs, pretty much.

hunningham

This morning I have cleared up & picked up & put away. I have changed beds & hoovered & done the laundry. I have washed up & planned food for the week & done the food shopping. I have taken father-in-law out for an indulgent lunch.

And now I'm being quiet. Father-in-law is having a little nap, himself is away for the day (rugby at Twickenham), cat is off doing cat things and I have the living room to myself. I'm reading, and ignoring the to-do list.

The luxury of not doing, of being quiet in the middle of the day.

brithistorian

7 February
- Library Wars: Love & War, vol. 10 (Kiiro Yumi)
- Good Old-fashioned Korean Spirit (Kim Hyun-sook and Ryan Estrada)

purplecat

A picture of a grimacing weeping angel on a TV screen with THE TIME OF ANGELS on it as well.

conuly

What witchcraft is this?

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conuly

The wave yearns at the cliff foot: its pale arms
Reach upward and relapse, like down-dropped hands;
The baffled tides slip backward evermore,
And a long sighing murmurs round the sands . . .

My heart is as the wave that lifts and falls:
Tall is the cliff—oh! tall as that dim star
That crowns its summit hidden in a cloud—
Tall as the dark and holy heavens are.

The sad strange wreckage of full many ships
Burdens the bitter waters’ ebb and flow:
Gold diadems, like slowly falling flames,
Lighten the restless emerald gulfs below;

And withered blossoms float, and silken webs,
And pallid faces framed in wide-spread hair,
And bubble-globes that seethe with peacock hues,
And jewelled hands, half-open, cold and fair.

Sea creatures move beneath: their swift sleek touch
Begets sweet madness and unworthy fire—
Scaled women—triton-things, whose dark seal eyes
Are hot and bloodshot with a man’s desire.

Their strange arms clasp: the sea-pulse in their veins
Beats like the surf of the immortal sea—
Strong, glad and soulless: elemental joys
Bathe with green flame the sinking soul of me.

Downward and down—to passionate purple looms,
Athrill with thought-free, blurred, insatiate life,
Where the slow-throbbing sea-flow sways like weed
Dim figures blended in an amorous strife—

I am enclasped, I sink; but the wave lifts,
With all its freight of treasure and of death,
In sullen foamless yearning towards the height
Where the star burns above the vapour-wreath;

And a deep sob goes up, and all the caves
Are filled with mourning and a sorrow-sound.
The green fire fades: I rise: I see the star—
Gone are the triton arms that clipped me round.

Hope beats like some lost bird against the cliff—
The granite cliff above the burdened wave,
Whose fleeting riches are more desolate
Than gems dust-mingled in a nameless grave . . .

When all the wordless thirsts of Time are slaked,
And all Earth’s yearning hungers sweetly fed,
And the Sea’s grief is stilled, and the Wind’s cry,
And Day and Night clasp on one glowing bed—

Oh! in that hour shall clay and flame be blent—
Love find its perfect lover, breast on breast—
When dream and dreamer at the last are one,
And joy is folded in the arms of jest.

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nanila posting in

awesomeers

It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

poliphilo

I couldn't resist doing this.

West and Copley both painted pictures of the Death of the Earl of Chatham.

The Earl of Chatham- aka Pitt the elder- was the dominant British politician of his age. He suffered a seizure while speaking in the House of Lords- against the American rebels as it happens- and had to be taken home. His actual death occured- in bed- 34 days later but let's not quibble.

So let's compare the two versions.

Here's West

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Benjamin_West_-_The_Death_of_Chatham_-_Google_Art_Project.jpeg

And here's Copley

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Now personally I find the West rather flat and boring and the Copley- with its strong, dramatic lighting and masterly grouping of figures- a tour de force but I'll shut up now and let you make up your own minds.....

poliphilo

The other notable American painter to pursue a career in 18th century London was John Singleton Copley. He was less successful than West but the more interesting artist. Face painting was his thing and he had entered a crowded market. This was the great age of British portraiture and he was up against the marvelllously inventive Joshua Reynolds, the virtuostic Thomas Gainsborough and- towards the end of his life- the dashing Thomas Lawrence- plus a host of others. Hiis own work is greatly variable; he can be clumsy and he can be brilliant. You put your money down and you might receive a picture that evoked your wonderful intelligence, wit and beauty or one that made you look like taxidermy. The pity is that his real talent was for large scale, crowded figure compositions or "histories" and he got to paint so few. Histories were West's speciality but Copley was so much better at them-

But first a couple of portraits

The sitter here is Copley's step-niece- and maybe her being a family member freed him up to produce something untypically swishy and sexy. Bejasus, what a hat!

And now one of his best male portraits.

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This is daring stuff, the artist is gazing up at his sitter and the face is in shadow. I call this taking risks. What results is an image of of a forceful, vibrant personality. And the colours, blue sky, plum-coloured coat, orange drape are just gorgeous.

And now to the "histories".

Watson and the Shark is the painting Copley took to London as his calling card. It illustrates an actual incident. Watson is the guy who's skinny-dipping. He survived with the loss of half a leg. There'd been nothing quite like it in the history of art and Copley never did anything quite like it again. Only a provincial could have pulled off something so outre and original. It's a heroic image, but it convinces in its heroism. You believe it. Every pose and gesture makes sense. It's dramatic not melodramatic- and it looks forward some fifty years to the romanticism of Gericault and Delacroix.

Also that shark is bloody scary.

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The second is a battle picture. The Death of Major Peirson. Battle pictures are terribly difficult to pull off. Battles are chaotic- but the artist has somehow to produce a composition with lots of people doing lots of different things which holds together, makes sense, is artistically satisfying but doesn't look like a theatrical tableau. And this is how you do it! Can I think of any battle picture that's better than this? No, frankly, I can't.

As with Watson and the Shark we're looking at something that really happened, though Copley has telescoped the action- which is permissible. The French sent a small force to capture the island of Jersey. They surprised the British governor in his bed and he surrendered. But Major Peirson, the youthful commander of the English garrison, fell upon the French, chased them through the streets of St Helier and overwhelmed them. Peirson was shot dead at the very beginning of the action, but his servant Pompey, the man in the fabulous hat, took immediate revenge by shooting the shooter. In Copley's picture It's all happening at once. The faces of the officers surrounding the gloriously martyred Peirson are proper portraits and I understand that some of the buildings in the background are still standing and recognisable from his portrayal of them.

Anyway, here it is.....

conuly

That's a pretty good show, although she ruined it by guessing all the plot twists.

( Teensy spoiler for second season )

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cyberneticdryad

From

thefridayfive

Apologies for any weird grammar/typos. I inherited my partner's illness of the week and am bundled up on the couch. ToT Here's to feeling better next week!

What did you want to be when you were a kid?

I desperately wanted to be a marine biologist as a kid. I still love marine biology as a field, but decided that it wasn't fully what I wanted to pursue as a job.

What is your proudest accomplishment so far?

The last couple of moves I coordinated. The first was after a rough breakup, and it was my first time living alone. It felt so joyous to have a place of my own! And the second one was the move from our roommates' house into an apartment with just my partner. It's had its problems, but coordinating everything to make a space ours was a wonderful way to start the year when it happened.

What is your dream job?

I would love to do some kind of work with my hands. Love making and repairing things, and I think it'd be better suited to my personality. I have a ways to go before I'd make it in any of those fields though. Otherwise (and I haven't done this because I would have to go back to school and all of my student loans are currently paid off), I would love to do some kind of museum curation/archival studies job to further my anthropology degree.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Hopefully in some kind of property that I own, in a job I dread a little less, doing more of the things that bring me peace.

What does it take to make you happy?

Novelty. Sunshine after weeks of cloudy weather. The first robin of spring. Silly jokes. Good food. Lots of little things to make life better.

Current Mood: sick

cornerofmadness

I woke to zero no snow. It was due in at 2 AM. It starts instead exactly at 930 but friday is now a half day for me. I leave at noon. In those 2 1/2 hours it had snowed about 3-4 more inches. I can't see the road in town. Worse, I can't see it on the major highway but traffic is moving...until 1 1/2 miles from my place. Ahead of me I see two 18 wheelers skid, jack knife and bump into each other. I pump the brakes and naturally I'm not stopping. Worse, the 18 wheeler next to me also can't stop and he begins to jack knife. Luckily I DO stop without hitting anyone or skidding out. The 18 wheeler stops without taking me out.

No one behind me hits me. I'm like well a) glad I wasn't crammed and hopefully that stays that way b) I'm gonna be here forever c) I forgot my ereader. I call my parents to have something to do and then realize after dad says 'go grade something.' oh right I DID bring 6 folders of grading to do. that kept me busy for the next hour and 10 minutes. The truck drivers came back to be sure we were all okay. So no one was hurt. the big tow trucks come and the road is opened on one side and immediately the chucklefuck in the pick up behind me starts BLARING his horn at us. Dude, the cop is still in the road. When he says we can go we will.

I finished that vampire story about 800 words over. I might leave it that way because they said they'll read a little over and that's not that much.

I wrote something for

halfamoon Here you go

Title: Bad Girl Gone Good

Summary: Cherri finds herself doing things she never imagined herself doing like writing letters and thinking about changing her ways.

Rating: teen

Notes:Written for spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge. The words were Tangible, Imaginary, Patch, Sheet, Persuade & Breakable and halfamoon's prompt of the outlaw

( at the above link or under here )

And here's my friday fannish 50 recs

14 Days of Valentine's Day Hazbin Hotel

The Hazards of Being Jack O'Neill Stargate Atlantis

Battle Of The Library Torchwood

When In Rome Stargate SG-1

Return of the Hale Pack Teen Wolf

Late Night Arrival The Owl House

Lost Love, Lost Life Torchwood

the Love Songs of the Urban Borahae Bird 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Weirder Weather Torchwood

Episode 2: Exist Ugly Dolls

Vulcans Don't Feel Guilt (Usually) Star Trek: Enterprise

Not Everyone Gets a Second Chance Inspector George Gently

talk (let's have conversations in the dark). Merlin

Wait for Back-up Prodigal Son

The heart on the right side. The Nightmare Before Christmas

Consequences 9-1-1

honesty is the best policy 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

nightmares The Amazing Digital Circus

Ombrielle The Amazing Digital Circus

In the Know Teen Wolf

Resting MCU

Current Mood: grateful
Current Music: Bookish

halfshellvenus

I was in labor. And not only dreading the progression, but also kicking myself because we gave away our baby-bucket/stroller combo years ago, along with all of our other baby stuff. For perspective, our youngest child is 26. :O

The springlike weather continues here in Sacramento, with highs near 70^o all this week. I've had some great bike rides, and the one on Monday even included a half-mile stretch of the bike path that smelled like pot stickers and their dipping oil. Mmmmm!

TV-wise, I started a one-season show last night called Chasing Shadows (with Alex Kingston and her fabulous hair). I made myself go to bed in the middle of episode 4. It's far more captivating than I anticipated.

Earlier this week, I watched Dance With A Stranger for the Rupert Everett experience. It was one of his early movies, in which he played a petulant cad (boo) while looking absolutely gorgeous. Wow. The sound quality, though-- this was Amazon with ads, and it was like having an industrial fan or airplane going in the background.

Book-wise, I finished the last of the T.L. Huchu YA magician series that centers on a young ghost-talker named Ropa Moyo. I thoroughly enjoyed all of them, even as I sometimes got frustrated with Ropa for making impulsive decisions (the character ages from 14-16 during the series). Huchu's cycle is set in near-future dystopian Edinburgh, and rich with humor and slang. Dosh. Cheddar. Knapf. And those were some of the ones where I didn't Google the terms.

I also read Daniel H. Wilson's Hole In The Sky. Not as good as his Robopocalypse series, but it has his usual great mixture of sci-fi, horror, and soulfulness. It looks like The Clockwork Dynasty is the only remaining e-book I haven't already read, but I'll wait on it. Instead, I put a hold on Joe Hill's King Sorrow.

On tap for this weekend: more yard work, and posting a Craigslist ad for a pair of bookcases we need to get rid of. I want them out of here so I can build their replacements1 And that doesn't even account for the shelves, desk, etc. being stored in the garage. :O

kaberett

The context is Simone Giertz's Incomplete White Puzzle, which A got me partly to troll me and partly because they thought I'd enjoy it and partly because getting the bundle of all three puzzles gets you 20% off individual list prices.

Current status: 105/"500" pieces in their final positions, plus another 57 no longer singletons. I have several semi-sorted categories including (in the halves of the box) "could plausibly have come from a reasonable puzzle" and "bullshit", and (on the table) Swoopy Bullshit, Offset Noses, Weirdly Straight, Multi-Nose Bullshit, and Featureless Curves.

( THOUGHTS )

I am having a very pleasant and soothing time, and I am trying to break up the hyperfocus by instituting a rule of Get Up And Do One Unit Of Something Else After Every (Contiguous) Piece Placed, and yes that is me rules-lawyering after the fact...

sovay

It has been snowing lightly and steadily since I woke this morning. Those five hours of sleep were the most I have gotten in a seven-day week. At the moment a sort of bleach-silvered effect has started around the overcast sun: it seems to make the west-facing windows across the street reflect mercury-green. There were sunshowers in the snowfall, but not while I was out walking.

( I caught the stone that you threw. )

I can tell that my ability to think in media is reviving because in twenty-six years it had never occurred to me to fancast Stefan Fabbre and all of a sudden I thought that, fair-haired, dry-voiced, the moody, unsteady one in the family, in 1976 he would have been in Clive Francis' wheelhouse.

gwynnega has suggested that Millard Lampell deserves his own Library of America volume and I'd order it in a hot second.

Current Music: Rose Betts, "I Am an Island"

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