#project lighthouse

Today's featured fic is "we shall have the world forever for our own" by @quitequaintrelle

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In October 2023, Minnesota horticultural teacher Travis Gienger set the record for the World’s Heaviest Pumpkin with his behemoth gourd, dubbed Michael Jordan, at the 50th World Championship Pumpkin Weigh-Off in Half Moon Bay, California, USA. Pumpkin Michael Jordan clocked in at an astonishing 2,749 lbs (1,247 kg)—the same weight as an average adult male hippopotamus.

However, a new contender for the title has emerged at the annual Harvest Moon Festival in the unassuming village of Wood’s Bottom, West Sussex, UK. Well… it nearly emerged victorious. The pumpkin could have surpassed the record had it not exploded in spectacular fashion a few moments ago.

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Lisa Diamond is a developmental-health psychologist at the University of Utah who has done some very important studies of LGBTQ mental health. She is working with Scout (Director of the National LGBTQIA+ Cancer Network) to launch a first-of-its kind effort to track the effects of the upcoming US election on LGBTQ+ individuals and their loved ones, as they unfold in the coming months. Because we’re living through an unprecedented historical moment, and we’ll need evidence to address its consequences. The inclusion of family members is a unique part of the study -- our partners, parents, children, siblings, and chosen family are all affected by what’s happening, and we need their voices, too.

Why is it called Project Lighthouse? Because lighthouses provide navigation in uncertain and dangerous waters. Right now, the waters have never been more uncertain or dangerous. Let’s do what our community does best: Unite and speak up.

Once the results are in, they'll be shared immediately with advocacy organizations around the country, so they can prepare for what’s ahead.

The study has been approved by the ethics board at the University of Utah, and the protocol has been registered on the Open Science Framework, to ensure scientific transparency and integrity. The survey is short, confidential, and available in Spanish and English – the anonymous survey link cannot be tracked.

Click here to take the survey: https://csbsutah.co1.qualtrics.com/.../SV_cFHwZIUJInSsUPc

Today's featured fic is "Cayuga Blush" by @thetunewillcome

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It was not a nice day for a wine tour.  Most days weren’t, in New York State in spring, though that had never stopped the Cayuga Lake Wine Trail from holding their May Flights and Flowers event.  For the first two weekends of the month, groups of wine lovers young and old flooded the wineries along with the inevitable rain.  At each vineyard, they received a tasting flight, a 5% bottle discount, and a potted flower to plant in their garden back home.  Or, in the case of the particularly red-faced patron screaming obscenities in the parking lot in front of them, to rip apart, stomp on, and throw at strangers’ cars.

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Today's featured fic is "A Lunch on the Horizon" by @inherently-human

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Friday 6 September                            

Aziraphale was nervous. Not just nervous, actually, but anxious. Really, incredibly anxious. But, well, that was rather the whole point of it all. He was thirty minutes early to his 11 o’clock appointment and was pacing up and down the street. His head was pounding from built-up tension and his hands were fidgeting uncontrollably. He had his first therapy session today, and thoughts were racing through his head at supersonic speed. What if, unlike at the doctor’s, there was no waiting room? What if, if there was, it was weird that he sat there for an entire half an hour before his appointment? Would other people be waiting? Would they think him strange for being that early? But they couldn’t even possibly know that he was early if they were being called away for their own appointments, could they? He hoped the therapist was nice. She had sounded nice when they had talked on the phone. What if she was faking it, though? It was just her job, after all. Maybe Aziraphale was overestimating his need for help. Maybe he was taking up one of their precious spots while someone else needed it more than him. What if he was being selfish?

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Today's featured fic is "The Crane Punished, or Don Frasieranni" by @malachitegrey

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“Go ahead, caller. I’m listening.”

“Er …” The low voice trailed off, then sighed with a great rush of breath and showed no signs of proceeding.

He flicked a glance to Roz, who was rolling her eyes, then leaned a bit closer to the microphone. “This is Dr. Frasier Crane. You’re on the air. Would you like to tell me why you called today?”

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Today's featured fic is "Till We Have Eyes" by @operasnail

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Although it was a sunny spring day, no light penetrated the blackness beyond the opening in the hillside. Crowley couldn’t take his eyes from it. The sun shone hot on his back, but he shivered, like the cold had crept from the darkness, across the grass, and under his cloak.

He was dimly aware of the crowd behind him, but they were muffled, as though underwater. The shine of their jewelry and bright colors of their festival clothes blurred together like someone had dropped a rock in a pool.

The priestess draped a garland of flowers over his head and around his shoulders, singing a song to Freyja as she worked. The crowd sang back, but Crowley found himself unable to open his mouth.

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Today's featured fic is "Apus" by Notalostcausejustyet

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There’s something about the quality of Crowley’s skin in the waning sunlight. Some residual shimmer from the stars he once held in his hands that grasps the last light of the day and casts it back out in golden iridescence. As many times as Aziraphale has been fortunate enough to see it, he finds it no less entrancing every time.

Crowley never seems to notice the radiance he holds, but he can hardly be blamed for the oversight, occupied as he usually is in these moments. Aziraphale takes in the sight of his lover beneath him and revels in the warm, golden glow of his body.

“My love, have I ever told you that you still hold the stars?”

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Hi everyone! Welcome to Project Lighthouse. We are here to bring you fic recommendations with the express purpose of encouraging readers to engage with fics and their authors. We believe there are so many great fics out there that don't always make it to a rec list, and we know that reader engagement can be so impactful on enjoyment and participation in fandom.