#Author visit

[authorajalexander]

Author Spotlight - Jessica Lauryn

[kathleenburkinshaw]

Back to School

I had wanted to post sooner about my amazing visit with students at Midlands Arts Conservatory(MAC) last Friday (3/24)in Columbia SC. However, I’m still recovering from the trip. But even though I have extra pain and am very tired, I haven’t stopped smiling since!🥰 It was my very FIRST in person school visit since my spinal surgery and SCS malfunction tasing/electrocution incident one year…

[highergroundbooksandmedia]

Moving on...

Special offer for Author Visit bookings!

[rabbleboy]

A Fun Start to 2023 with a School Visit + Nevada Reading Week

[souldagger]

made a murderbot cosplay for a con last week!

[escondidolibrary]

Join us for a special guest author visit from Warren "Chuck" Johnson on Wednesday, November 9, 6:00 to 7:30 p.m. upstairs in the Turrentine Room!

In his memoir "Exit Strategy," he recounts his path of transformation from a depressed, overweight, stressed-out business leader to a lean, competitive triathlete, bodybuilder, and blue-water sailor. And he comes to terms with his mixed racial/ethnic heritage. While sailing to and exploring some of Earth's most beautiful and remote places, he develops his life strategy.

Author quote, "My most important discoveries are the elements of inner peace and a plan for the time I have left."

[postcard-from-the-past]

"Madame Delait pruning roses"

She was a French bearded lady from Thaon-les-Vosges, Lorraine region of eastern France. She run a local pub with her husband in the town and used to shave regularly until 1900.

In 1901, she visited the carnival of Nancy with her husband and saw a bearded woman there. Upon returning to the town, one of the regulars in the pub offered her 500 Francs (roughly 5k USD in today's money) if she let her beard grow. Even though she never get the money, she kept the beard and renamed the pub to Le Café de La Femme à Barbe, "The café of the Bearded Woman".

She became a kind of celebrity, by selling postcards and photographs (in relatively feminine settings at the beginning, later she even got a special permission from the authorities to wear men's clothes at her leisure, which was illegal at the time). She also toured in Europe and became even more famous during WW1 when she joined the Red-Cross and became the mascot of the Poilu (French infantrymen with lower class background).

French vintage postcard, mailed in 1937 to Paris

[two-hands-toward-the-sun]

i don’t know anything about kathryn lasky or her personal politics but i do love how she was like, “i’m gonna write a children’s series where the Big Bads are white supremacists” and then she did

[fictionadventurer]

The real difference between British and American Edwardian-era light fiction is that American stories have college girls. The British ones have girls who went to boarding school together, but it's a different vibe. The boarding school vibe is more juvenille--our parents sent us here, we've got to sneak around under the watchful eyes of our teachers, etc.--while the college girls chose to take their education to a higher level, and there's more of a sense that they have to use it out in the world. There's more energy to it. I don't know. It's just a thing.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Ganondorf discovers his greatest enemy

Ganondorf took a sleepy breath as he shifted a little to get more comfortable. Link had been groggy at best and downright unresponsive at worst, but the healer had said it was likely due to the amount of blood he’d lost and the medicine Ganondorf had been instructed to give him. In either case, it delayed the inevitable conversations that would come, that had to come. Ganondorf would gladly take this time to just hold the sweet boy and not think about how much pain and potential hatred Link held for him, because of him.

The look in the boy’s face when he’d turned to see Ganondorf, neck pouring blood like a faucet, eyes terrified, had yet to be wiped from the Gerudo’s mind.

He really didn’t want to address any of it. It was a cowardly sentiment, and he despised that he felt it, but for just a little while longer, all he wanted was to hold Link and protect him from everything, including himself.

Link sniffled sleepily, tucked between Ganondorf’s arm and his chest. He’d hardly moved, and the peaceful look on his face quieted the anxieties in his guardian’s mind.

The door to the bedroom opened slowly, catching Ganondorf’s attention. He saw his other child of destiny peeking in, green hat missing from his golden head. He must have been out riding, given how his usually perfectly quaffed hair was windswept and messy.

“How’s he doing?” the captain asked, approaching with soft footsteps.

“He’s sleeping well, at least,” Ganondorf answered. The little king in his arm scrunched his nose a bit at the sound before rubbing his cheek further into Ganondorf’s tunic to get comfortable.

The elder Link hummed thoughtfully, observing his predecessor, before holding out a booklet. “I found this in the market. It’s quite popular among the—well, it was recommended to me for someone who might be homebound caring for family. Good way to pass the time and all.”

Ganondorf looked at the booklet curiously. He wasn’t much of a reader, honestly, but he supposed he could be kept entertained for a little while. He could just leave the captain to watch the younger Link, but he didn’t want to let the child go.

Child. He’s far from that. But he really wasn’t. Not in Ganondorf’s mind, at least. In either case, he didn’t want to leave him, so this would be a nice distraction while the younger one slept.

When Ganondorf glanced at the booklet, his eyes widened a little. He glanced at the captain. “The Secrets of the Imprisoning War? Who would have such information?”

Link just smiled sweetly. “I heard it’s an engaging read. Perhaps there are some truths in there that even you do not know, old man.”

Ganondorf squinted. There was something mischievous in that smile. He knew this boy well enough by now, loved him and cherished him and simultaneously wanted to knock his head into a wall. While his younger hero was quiet and seemingly passive off the battlefield, his older one was brazen, charismatic, and cheeky. The captain could be as cold as ice and serious when he needed to be, but when he didn’t…

He’d give him the benefit of the doubt. For now. “We’ll see.”

The older hero nodded a little, opening the curtains a bit more so there was better lighting on the bed. The room in which they were staying was a large one with a balcony, so perhaps Ganondorf could just carry his charge outside and they could relax and read there. He’d just stay here for now - it was only late morning. He opened the booklet and began reading.

The Imprisoning War: An epic time in Hyrule’s history, from ages so long past that scarcely a fact is known about it, filled to the brim with fantastical legends that all come to the same conclusion: the Hero victorious, evil banished away for the rest of eternity, a primordial curse shattered into pieces. But what do we know of the players in this epic quest? What if their struggles, their losses, their secrets and loves? This is their story, ranging from the Hero’s steamy relationship with the Sacred Diplomat to the secret love life of the incarnation of evil himself.

Ganondorf choked on his spit. The—the secret—WHAT?

What did that boy—what was—

Din’s Fire this was—now he had to read it to figure out what the hell this was all about!

Naturally, Captain Link was still lingering outside the room with his friend, cackling when the former terror of Hyrule exclaimed, “I DID NOT HAVE AN AFFAIR WITH A—WHO WROTE THIS??”

“Okay, okay, wait,” Lana wheezed. “Do you think he got to the part where he had a steamy moment with the dragon queen or was it the unsuspecting perfectly beautiful peasant woman?”

“With that much insult in his tone? Definitely the peasant,” the captain answered between laughs.

“I CAN HEAR YOU TWO!”

With that singular warning, Lana and Link fled the area, breathless with amusement.

[hella1975]

me when the fix-it fic about the villain who killed dozens of people, ruined even more lives and threatened world peace has them serving just a few years jail time as part of a very generous, frankly unrealistic plea deal

[sanasanakun]

Maybe I’m stupid (likely) but I feel like Gojo resembling Toji in his battle with Megumi!Sukuna is trying to show that he is a paternal figure in Megumi’s life. Like the two different sides of Megumi’s male paternal figures (or I guess the two most consistent male adult figures in Megumi’s life)??? I don’t buy that Gojo was a father figure for Tsumiki and Megumi (to me he was more like Spencer from ICarly lmao) but like…i feel like the outfit similarity is trying to say something about their relationship on a familial or paternal scale…but im too dumb to fully phrase this how i want so maybe just ponder on this for me hahaha

[gunitnekoh]

Fuck it

The TVA exists outside of time anyway

They build a bridge/door to the “end of time”/Yggdrasil/Loki’s throne and they just pop by for visits every week for updates and crap

Mobius brings pie because who goes to a god with no offering? I mean really

[todayisafridaynight]

sometimes i think about daigo interacting with the mundane and thinking about mine and i throw up a little bit ngl

[leonstamatis]

also like. in general. there’s a lot of blaseball fic published in the time since s24 with <10 kudos. i bring that number up because i assume that means not many folks have seen them. it’s been pretty quiet on blao3 for a hot minute! so…

if you have any blb writers you have been fond of in your time as a fan, whether that was coronation or expansion or way back in discipline, check their ao3 profiles. chances are they’ve kept writing and there’s a lot more for you to read. the writers have never made a habit of stopping when the game does. branch out and explore the stories they’ve told, now that the sim won’t be giving us any more. and be sure to leave kudos and comment when you do!

[yuridovewing]

Half tempted to just consider Quince to be Firestar's mom because tbh I'm pretty sure Nutmeg doesn't actually exist