#flpr

My dear S,

I hardly know where to begin, but begin I must and speak as plainly as I can by such means as are available to me. I plan to leave this letter with the rest of the mail at our next supply stop so that my mind and my heart need not wait until I see you again, though I must content myself to do so.

It is curious to me that my hands have not shaken nor my heart quailed so much as now even when we engaged a pirate sloop in open waters and in a storm to boot. I confess I can hardly write.

You see, my dear friend, I cannot forget our conversation though it was some weeks ago and I will surely understand if it was but a passing exchange in your view with nothing at all meant by it. As for me, it has taken root inside me and will not let me rest.

We were among friends, yours and mine, dining in the home of Colonel Philips, and, certain of the unrequited nature of my affection and sailing out next morning for God alone knows how long, I wanted to put this hopeless love aside with only your genuine happiness in mind. I wished you good fortune in your pursuit of a certain indomitable British aristocrat whose company you had kept most of the evening. You looked me in the eye and said no such pursuit existed, and that your eyes and hopes had always rested elsewhere. Those very same eyes never left mine as you spoke, and may God have pity on my soul, but between one breath and the next I spent a lifetime in your arms, and you in mine. 

Now, in the quiet before the final watch with naught but the creaking of rope and sail and the snoring belowdecks for company, I wonder whether my memory of your words grows fanciful and if indeed you will read this and pity me for a wretch and a fool. Let it be as it must, but I can no longer keep this silent inside me.

If I have the wrong of it, you needn't worry, this I promise you now, I will not trouble you again.

However, if you meant what you said to me, if indeed I have not misconstrued your intention, know that I ache for you. You alone reside in my every free waking thought and your presence is the first I shall seek out upon my return so I can take the repeat of your fair words directly from your lips.

All my love, yet humbly, and without expectation,

Yours, J

Happy Birthday @kajmere! <333

Podfic inspired by Salt & Stone by tumtatumtum, aka @versus21.

My thanks to the lovely @nursedarry for winning my Fandom Loves Puerto Rico auction listing (organized by the awesome @hansbekhart), and then generously requesting a pod of one of her fave fics. That’s the best of fandom right there! ❤️

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A modern retelling of the myth, “Pygmalion & Galatea.” Steve is a veteran who goes about sculpting as a form of therapy, only to fall in love with his statue and wish desperately it would come to life.

Well, I sat down to sort through the Fandom Loves Puerto Rico Auction posts to try to figure out on my own how much money we ended up raising so far. And honestly, it completely blew me away just how much people gave out of the sheer sense of charity and love for fandom. We are a powerful force for good when we want to be, and it’s so humbling sometimes to remember that I’m a part of that too. 

I didn’t actually manage to finish running through all the posts and crunching the numbers because the event closed before I could finish. I only really managed to get through the Non-Fic/Art auction and up to the letter T on the Fanfiction auction. I didn’t even get around to the Fanart auctions, and I know that one’s gonna raise a lot of money. But just from the portion I did already, I’m absolutely amazed. 

$11,884

We’ve raised at least $11,884 in the Non-Fic/Art and Fanfiction auctions alone. We definitely raised a lot more than that thanks to the Fanart auctions, but I had to take a minute to compose myself when I crunched that number. I read through the little conversations in the comment threads. People who hadn’t seen each other in years saying hi, people posting starting bids that are way higher than what the creator asked for, two people choosing to pooled their money together rather than fight for the highest bid. The whole spirit of this event has been so upbeat and positive that I just--I’m a bit emotional right now hahaha, but who wouldn’t be?

Thank you to all who got involved, the creators and the bidders. And most importantly, thank you to the folks who made all of this happen. @hansbekhart, thank you so much for organizing this event on top of all the regular everyday craziness in your life. My god, you’re getting married right after all this! 

I put together a little spreadsheet when I was doing my math in case this was something that the FLPR mods would find useful. Even if it’s incomplete, I hope it gives you a little less work to do.

Fandom: Captain America

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None

Pairing: Steve/Bucky

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Celtic Mythology & Folklore, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Knight!Bucky, Mercenary!Bucky, Dryad!Steve, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Mistaken Identity, Gancanaghs, (Basically Irish Love Fairies), Bucky starts to fall in love and thinks it’s a magic spell, Magic Sword!Natasha, she’s very unimpressed with Bucky

Summary: Hair burnished like gold, a smile that captured and held one's attention, and that subtle spark of unnatural light in the eyes. It would gleam even in the pitchest night, he knew. There was a fineness to his features that spoke of nobility—or an allure. Bucky could wither away pining for that face, and that was the most dangerous part of all.

Bucky is a wandering knight. A mercenary for hire, really. He finds himself entangled in a perilous contract with a gancanagh, an Irish love fey. His mere presence is too intoxicating for Bucky to ignore, and it's all he can do to resist the temptation to kiss and touch and consign himself to the fey's sweet addictive toxin. But perhaps Bucky has been misreading the signs all along, and the fey truly isn't what he seems to be.

my ao3 name: jinlinli

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i am offering:

- four drabbles (100-1000 words), starting bid $5

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what fandoms I create for: MCU, Captain America, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Captive Prince, Wonder Woman, Star Trek

would love to do: character study, angst, slow burn, pining, fluff

Source: Women, marriage and labour market participation; Editorial, The Hindu, 26-10-2023 Syllabus: Gs-1: Indian Society; Women and Women related issues. Gs-2; Governance: Government policies and welfare of weaker sections Introduction: Women’s labour force participation is vital for economic progress and household decision-making. Claudia Goldin’s research has shed light on gender…

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One year and two months later, this story is finally complete (or as complete as I'm going to make it). (Sorry it took so long.)

This is written for TLM, who bid on me for the Fandom Loves Puerto Rico auction, and then patiently waited for her story even though she saw me every day (until I moved) and could have but didn't badger me about it.

Fair warning: this is not a fandom that I am active in. I have seen one half-season and it wasn't the first or second, of which this story follows more closely. There are things that I got wrong, simply because I don't know them or didn't have the energy to look them up (I tried, though, watching recaps and asking TLM for clarification).

I did my best with a show (and fandom) that I just cannot get into. Not without my friend watching with me.

Title comes from Go to War by Nothing More.

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The attack was successful even if Ragnar Lothbrok’s particular method was…devious. He had been punished for assuming to know more than the gods and currently was laid upon a bed of furs, his wounded leg lifted by two of the strongest men of the clan while another, a healer of sorts, pressed a heated blade against the bleeding hole where he’d dug out an arrowhead.

Ragnar threw his head back and howled his displeasure even as he tried to hold still to ease the process. It was necessary if he didn’t want to die of infection.

As it was, he already had fever, and his bones ached worse than just being pierced by iron.

The healer pulled back, shaking his head. Ragnar could not hear what he said, but he knew from the way that his leg was lowered, a cover thrown over him, he was not expected to live through the night.

It was life, but he could not help the anger and bitterness he felt that his gods would abandon him when he needed them most.