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([personal profile] hannah Feb. 27th, 2026 10:48 pm)
Based on the size and the chirps, I'm pretty sure the bird I saw perched on the rooftop structure earlier today was a peregrine falcon. I didn't have anything to take a picture, and I didn't see it fly off to be able to check the silhouette, so I'm only working off what I got from the ground across the street.

It was hard to miss. At least, I found it hard to miss. There wasn't enough noise to drown out the chirps, which were distinctive enough I knew something had to be around. I deliberately stopped a little while to look at it, in case anyone walking by would stop to see what I was looking at, or ask me what I'd noticed. There weren't many people, and of the people that came, neither of them bothered. I don't know what was on their minds.
BUFFY: Mom? Mom? Mommy?

~~The Body~~



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([personal profile] hannah Feb. 26th, 2026 09:48 pm)
This morning in the gym, a woman some decades my senior was doing a virtual training session with another woman in between our age brackets, though closer to her than me. I could hear and see them and they could see and hear me, but it wasn't an issue - I just grabbed a kettlebell and moved to the other side of the room.

The trainer let out a gasp and said, "Look at that girl's hair!" She'd seen my braid hanging down, and couldn't help but comment.

I won't lie: it's pretty wonderful to have something about myself that catches complete strangers' attention in a charming, positive way. And I won't lie: it was a superb moment to hear someone call me a girl. Affirming and euphoric.
FAITH: Lucky me. I'm a player. (holds out her hand) Man, look at that. My hand's shaking. Demons, vampires, women in the penitentiary system—none of that freaks me out.

ROBIN: That's exactly what the First does—finds your Achilles' heel.

FAITH: Nah, it just talked to me. What? It does a heal thing too?

ROBIN: Um, it's a phrase. Your weak spot.

FAITH: Oh, school thing. (looks away) I was kinda absent that decade. (sits on edge of the bed)

~~Touched~~



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([personal profile] tsuki_no_bara Feb. 26th, 2026 12:34 am)
i'm dug out from the storm, by which i mean my car is dug out from the storm. :D i did it yesterday because i worked from home because the u was closed for the second day in a row. also it was sunny and perfect weather for shoveling. and it wasn't as awful as expected! and work was extremely slow because did i mention the u was closed? monday morning i woke up and couldn't see out of any of my windows because they were so covered with snow. so i opened said windows and knocked the snow off the screens so i could see and didn't feel like i was living in a cave. and then there was nothing TO see because the snow started sunday night and kept going until early monday night and holy cow was it windy.

it was so bad that for the first time since it was founded 153 years ago the boston globe didn't actually print the paper. at least one dunkin donuts was closed which is kind of like a waffle house being closed. one of the admins f got 30" where she lives and two admins lost power (one just for monday and one monday morning through tuesday morning) and fall river - lizzie borden's home town and down near rhode island - got 41". holy yikes. (boston proper got 17" but i think out by me we got closer to 12". providence broke a record with like three feet.)

have some pics of the snow, mostly new york with a couple connecticut and one east boston. sharing mostly for the person in the red jacket filming themselves lying in the snow. also i just really like photos of snowy places. they look so cold.

have some more. the ones from cambridge, ma, are all harvard square.

and more that aren't all nyc.

enjoy some quick videos from nyc especially slide 8. nail techs are a different breed.

and then it snowed this morning on the way to work. :DDD

questions from the olympics. oh, you thought we were done with the olympics around here? surprise.

i hate you, jack hughes - a canadian hockey fan put an autographed jack hughes rookie card on ebay for $1m cad. someone was very, very upset by the outcome of the men's hockey, weren't they. (if that link is borked the listing is here. the seller has since taken it down.)

and finally because i finally finished a book! the wednesday reading meme! which i apparently haven't done in almost a year. >.<

What I just finished reading:
a master of djinn by p djèlí clark which i originally bought to read on the cruise back in july. (i have sadly become a very slow reader.) the worldbuilding is fantastic and i liked a lot of the secondary characters altho it took half the book before i really connected with the main character. clark really likes short choppy sentences and sentence fragments, and he's likewise a big fan of speaking verbs that aren't "said". like, there's a scene with the main character and her partner at a meeting and in six different lines of dialogue from six different characters there are six different speaking verbs. (and some of them are the kinds of verbs that generally have like a target - "hi, how are you," character a greeted. "everything's fine, don't worry," character b reassured. that kind of thing. it's a stylistic choice but it makes me nuts.) i was invested in the story and i liked the various twists and turns - it starts with a mass murder which the main character has to investigate - but some of the actual writing i didn't love. but it's set in a steampunky alternate history cairo and there are djinn and all of that was fabulous.

What I am reading now:
blood, sweat & chrome: the wild and true story of mad max: fury road by kyle buchanan which i have been reading a lot longer than a master of djinn. it's an oral history of the making of the movie and i like a good look behind the scenes so i'm enjoying it.

What I'm going to read next:
probably yarrow by charles de lint. i found it at a very small library.
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([personal profile] hannah Feb. 25th, 2026 08:54 pm)
Odd nausea, fading in and out, has marked the day. I don't know where it's coming from, but I feel like I should write it down somewhere. I drank a pot of ginger tea and I'm hoping it kicks in soon.

In other news, because I didn't want it to be the last Michael Mann movie I haven't seen, I started watching Public Enemies, and it's quite something how the last few years make it easy to see John Dillinger as a duplicitous, murdering criminal no matter the face he puts on for the public.
Giles: So Angel has decided to step up his harassment of you?
Cordelia: By sneaking in her room and leaving stuff at night? Why doesn't he just slit her throat or strangle her while she's sleeping or cut her heart out? What? I'm trying to help.
Giles: Yes. Uh, uh, look, it's-it's classic battle strategy to throw one's opponent off his game. He-he-he's just trying to provoke you. Uh, to taunt you, to, to goad you into, uh, some mishap of some sort.
Xander: The nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah approach to battle?

~~Passion~~




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([personal profile] hannah Feb. 24th, 2026 10:24 pm)
Between the train being a while and the train being delayed, I arrived just in time to be fashionably late: I walked into the party just as the guest of honor was being introduced. The woman of the hour, a newly published author, a friend of the people whose library I was hired to organize who decided to invite me to the book party as a parting gift. I was the last person to arrive and comfortably below the average age of the guests, and even recognized a handful of people from overlapping social Jewish circles. I felt nervous about being there until the man who was introducing the author talked about how her memoir was both nostalgic and sad, not a combination that comes up - and I waved my hand to get his attention, because I knew exactly what to say.

I quoted Anya Von Bremzen to say the phrase she used for that sensation was poisoned Madeline.

When I say the host, author, and room were suitably pleased and impressed at the phrase, that also says a lot about the rest of the guests at the party.

What's even better is that my interjection wasn't my high point of the party. As much fun as it was to be invited to that kind of thing, as deeply as I enjoyed putting some goat cheese inside dates for an amazing snack, I mostly attended to network. I knew my clients, I knew who their friends would be, and I worked that as much as I could. I introduced myself and said, "I'm the librarian." I explained how I'd come to be at the party. I hobbed, I nobbed, I was suitably impressive. I said, "My card," and handed over a business card. I commented to one of the hosts that if all that came out of it was being able to say I'd said "My card" it was worth the evening. It was an amazing feeling to do that. So very grown up.

I wore one of my nicer dresses, and it definitely helped me feel like I belonged there. After a while, the feeling simply settled in. I chatted about fiction, about the philosophy of library science and the psychology of letting go of books, about cakes and baking, about public transportation. I said cabs were the luxury of the people and that they were union. I joked about wanting to show off my party trick but since the party was over, too bad. I nibbled and had some wine, and took some grapes home at the hosts' insistence, though they didn't have to try very hard. I took a bike back instead of using the subway or walking, and it was the best way to come down from the elevated state. Not all the way down, though - it'll be with me for a while longer, and I'm doing what I can to savor it for as long as it lasts.
CREATURE: I’m vegetarian!
FRED: Really? With those choppers?
CREATURE: Okay. I eat fish and occasionally vermin. But that’s it, I swear! You believe me, don’t you?
FRED: You’re still breathing, aren’t you?
CREATURE: More like hyperventilating. You scared the cream cheese out of me. What are you doing? Don’t do that. Come on, get a room!
FRED: Sit down! Any monkey business and I’ll chop you down like a cherry tree.
CREATURE: So we’re just going to sit here like this?
FRED: Maybe.
CREATURE: Can you give me a time frame? ’Cause I got a bladder the size of a Jujube.

~~Angel Season IV Episode #85: "The Magic Bullet"~~



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([personal profile] aurumcalendula posting in [community profile] vidding Feb. 24th, 2026 08:18 pm)
Title: Where Love Goes
Fandom: ClaireBell
Music: Where Love Goes by Kai Mata
Summary: 'this could be the start of something special'
Notes: Premiered at Escapade 36!

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TARA: Well, at least she didn't do too much damage. XANDER: Are you kidding? Double-glazed windows ain't cheap. And the jamb needs to be completely repaired. (pauses) Oh dear god, I'm the grownup who sees the world through my job. I'm like my uncle Dave the plumber. I must be shunned.

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([personal profile] hannah Feb. 23rd, 2026 08:42 pm)
It was beautifully quiet today. The snow helped, of course, and the snow was the cause - people staying home, cars not getting driven, taxis not cruising for passengers. Helicopters and planes staying on the ground. It took me a while to realize I wasn't hearing the usual sounds. When the snow let up and people started driving again, I honestly felt resentful that the travel ban wasn't going on longer. It'd been a nice glimpse into a quieter New York City. I feel like that's how it always is. Just a glimpse of a better world.

Or at least, a moment to resettle so I can realize just how noisy the West Side Highway really is. I went down to the park to walk a bit in the afternoon, after the snow stopped, and I don't mind noise from kids that are shouting about how happy they are or what a good time they're having when they're sledding down a big hill, or noise from people talking about an inflatable toy's weight limit before sledding down the big hill themselves. Human voices. There were a couple of shrieks right near me for some reason, and of course a very loud barking dog that its owner insisted was friendly, and overall, just nice sounds of people.

I had my headband on and my hood up, and both those things helped muffle the world. The coat itself was warm enough that when I lay back in the snow, twice, I stayed comfortable enough to settle in for a little bit. Not many minutes, but enough time to measure on a stopwatch, easily.

There were several taped-off CAUTION areas around fallen trees and threatening branches, and I found it wonderful that people had already made a single-file path underneath one of the trees in between the branches - sticking as close to the path that the tree had fallen over as best they all could. Ducking down to get under and through. A little ways away there was a bower made from bushes bent over with snow that also provided something of a roof, and some parents took pictures of their kids hanging out in there and posing at the entrance. It made for a nice echo of both adults and children doing more or less the same thing, if on different scales. The intent of play was close enough to call it the same.

There were snow men, snow women, snow people, and snow animals. There were snow structures made from hand packing it and snow structures made from using plastic bins to mold sturdy bricks. There was a moment I saw the sky start to come out and felt a pang of disappointment because it meant the day was moving on from the storm. I'd fallen back into the snow already then, and made a point to do it a second time. If I'd been more careful with my legs not getting wet, I'd have lain there a while longer. But I knew the day was going, so I might as well go, too, so I wouldn't have to see it end.
SPIKE: 'Made with care for Randy.' (looks at Giles angrily) Randy Giles? Why not just call me 'Horny Giles,' or 'Desperate for a Shag Giles'? I knew there was a reason I hated you!
GILES: Randy's ... a family name, undoubtedly.

~~S6E8: Tabula Rasa~~




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i watched miracle last night, about the 1980 olympics and the miracle on ice (when the us hockey team beat the soviets, for them what might not be familiar), so today i had to watch current olympics hockey because they reran the men's gold medal game this afternoon. us-canada, us gets the gold in overtime. very exciting. :D i love that one of the us players, his uncle played on the 1980 team and his grandfather played in 1960 (also a gold medal year). and not only was this the us men's first hockey gold since 1980, we won it on the same day. just, you know, forty-six years later.

(in 1980 i was in the denver airport and when the us team won the crowds of people standing around the gates watching the game on those tvs in the waiting areas lost their collective shit. it's hard to overstate how big a deal it was. i mean aside from the geopolitics the soviet team was highly trained and the us team was made up of college kids who'd only ever played college hockey against each other. which is not to discount their talent and hard work but just that they were trained under a very different system and expectations were very low.)

i'm kind of going to miss the olympics and to be honest i'm really going to miss the olympics themed ads. especally the little girl skating in the attic in front of all her stuffed animals, the other little girl who wants to skate so bad and falls the second she gets on the ice - and then you see her thumbs-up before she hauls herself upright again - and the "we're all on the same team" one. (all the folks in competing sports jerseys giving each other the stink-eye cracks me up.) i'm also going to miss curling being such a big part of the national conversation. and it would've been nice to get another curling medal but i'm not in any way complaining about the silver we did get.

in that vein, have a video about the weird-ass physics of curling stones (among other things). no one can figure out why they spin the way they do.

a farm in vermont has a tournament every year using cheese wheels as curling stones. no word on whether or not the winning team wins its own cheese wheel. if not, it should.

you can learn something from every sport. like that skeleton is the most terrifying sport in the winter olympics, second only to luge. either you go down an ice chute feet first or head first but both are extremely scary options.

so we're in for another storm around here and according to the french toast alert we're doomed. by which i mean A LOT of snow. curling was canceled tonight and tomorrow and the u is closed altho that just means campus is closed but if you can do your job remotely you still have to do it. one of my monday meetings was canceled anyway so we can, in the words of the pi, "enjoy the blizzard". i got food, i got a shovel, i got a metal ruler to measure how much snow lands on my car, i'm prepared. and i missed the last big storm on account of i was in florida so maybe mother nature thinks i'm owed one.
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([personal profile] hannah Feb. 22nd, 2026 08:42 pm)
The travel ban's up. Schools are going back to remote learning. Nobody's going anywhere if they can help it. I'd figured this was coming, and it's nice that it's settling in. The snow's coming down steadily and I can faintly hear human voices - going from where the light's coming from, the people in the next building over are either hosting some friends or having a very loud party by themselves. Either way, it's warm human voices on a cold night.

Not a dark night, though. The clouds aren't letting that happen. It's one of the nicer parts of nighttime snow.
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([personal profile] hannah Feb. 21st, 2026 09:42 pm)
Trying to clear my calendar and hunker down for the next few days in light of the storm had me allowing myself a little bit of panic buying in the form of another bottle of olive oil. It's not on the same level as rescheduling an appointment because I know there's no point trying to get anywhere farther than two blocks, maximum, come Monday, but it helped a bit.

I'm also charging up my devices as something of an insurance policy and made sure to return all my outstanding library checkouts. Again, something that only helped a bit, and still helped. Mostly I'm now waiting for it to arrive so I can finally enjoy the snow. The build-up to it isn't nearly as enjoyable.
XANDER: I just want to look respectable in this, considering I'm probably gonna die in it.
CORDELIA: Excuse me?
XANDER: I'm telling you. I woke up the other day with this feeling in my gut. I just know there's no way I'm getting out of this school alive.
CORDELIA: Wow, you've really mastered the power of positive giving-up.
XANDER: I've been lucky too many times. My number's coming up. And I was short! One more rotation and I'm shipping state-side, you know what I mean?
CORDELIA: Seldom if ever.

~~BtVS 3x21 “Graduation Day, Part 1”~~




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Title: One Foot In Front Of The Other
Fandom: The Long Walk
Music: One Foot In Front Of The Other by Walk The Moon
Characters/Pairing: Ray/Peter; ensemble
Summary: Taking this one step at a time.
Warnings: graphic violence

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([personal profile] hannah Feb. 20th, 2026 10:42 pm)
Friday night dinner this week was still with family: out in Brooklyn. My parents weren't in town but my brothers were, so I went out to them since that was easiest for everyone. There and back was easy, thanks to not waiting long for a train to arrive and for finding one of the trains was running express that afternoon. The dinner itself went okay, and when my brother J., his wife E., and their daughter A. were around, I spent most of the time in the kitchen with my brother R. so his wife G. could spend time with J.'s family - I peeked out into the living room a couple times and they were all chatting and looking at something on someone's phone, and I thought it better not to intrude.

An amusing moment came partway through dinner. Weather came up, and I was the only one who expressed any pleasure at the idea of snow. I pointed out that this was the kind of weather we used to have, getting snow at the end of February. B., one of G.'s friends who'd come as well, said she'd grown up in the Midwest and was aware of that. At the time, I didn't think to point out I was talking pre-Industrial Revolution. It's probably just as well; later in the meal, she said she didn't want to feel like life was full of construction zones, that she'd had times of at least a couple things going smoothly, and I struggled to relate. A good person to talk to, and someone with a life fairly removed from mine.
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