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kjack89 · 2 years ago

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A Little Being

For @hope-ur-ok for my 10 year/4k follower giveaway, who requested established canon era E/R who accidentally adopt an orphan.

And, well, kind of.

Canon era, E/R, CW: mentions of canonical character death and injury.

It was a cold and blustery autumn day, heralding what was certain to be an even colder and more blustery winter, but Jeannette had managed to wedge herself between the door of the bakery and the stall outside where the baker sold his wares. This spot gave her not just cover from the wind, but a perfect vantage point to watch the bakery customers so that she could pick out the perfect one.

Most of the other gamins would have just tried to steal a loaf of bread from the baker to sate the pangs of hunger she could feel in her belly, but Jeannette knew better. Stealing a mouthful of bread might stave off the hunger for a few hours; stealing a few coins from an unsuspecting customer could keep her fed for far longer.

Her sharp eyes spotted a stooped man who moved slowly, as if in some pain. He was old to her eyes, but as someone still without all her adult teeth to be able to sell, it was hard to gauge just how old he was. Not that it mattered – the only thing that mattered was if he had coins and if he could catch her after she took them.

She watched as the man accepted the loaf of bread from the baker and slipped his change back into his pocket, and she allowed herself a small smile before pushing herself upright and slipping through the crowd behind the man.

He was not hard to follow with his unusual gait, and she caught up to him quickly, sidling next to him and reaching up with her small hand, slipping it undetected into his pocket and—

Without warning, the man’s large, warm hand closed around hers, and Jeannette let out a small yelp. “What’s this?” the man said sternly, turning to face her, and Jeannette immediately looked down at her feet.

“Please, sir,” she whimpered with a sniffle. “I didn’t mean any harm, I just—”

“I’d believe you a lot more if I thought those tears were real,” the man interrupted, but he didn’t sound angry. Not like most of the men who caught her.

If anything, he sounded…amused.

Jeannette chanced a glance up at him, keeping her eyes wide as she tried to get her lower lip to wobble convincingly. “But they are real, sir—”

“I’m afraid I’m still sensing a lack of conviction,” the man said easily, running his free hand through his dark curls. He had a kind, homely face, and Jeannette wondered if he might just let her go if she asked.

But it wasn’t worth the risk to try.

Instead, she scowled at him, trying to tug her hand from his grip. “If you don’t unhand me, I’ll scream,” she said fiercely.

The man grinned. “Now that I do believe,” he said. “But how will you explain to the police inspector what your hand was doing in my pocket in the first place?”

“Won’t need to,” she said imperiously. “While he’s talking to you, I’ll stomp on your foot and run off.”

The man looked impressed. “That’s actually not a terrible plan,” he said. “I assume you’ve pulled this little act off before?”

She shrugged. “Once or twice.”

“Of course.” The man shook his head slowly. “You remind me of someone I once knew.”

He looked as though there was more he wished to say, but before he could, Jeannette spotted a police inspector making his way through the crowd, and her heart dropped. “Please, sir,” she said urgently, tugging her hand away from his again. “Please let me go, I promise I won’t do it again—”

“Is everything alright here?” the police inspector asked the man, and this time, the wobble of Jeannette’s lip was very real as she stared up at him.

The man’s lip curled as he looked coolly at the police inspector. “Perfectly fine,” he said shortly. “I was just having a discussion with my ward here.”

He nodded down at Jeannette. She didn’t know what a ward was, but she knew from his tone that he wasn’t inclined to hand her over to the police, which was more than she could’ve hoped for. So she straightened, trying to school her expression into something that matched the rich young girls she sometimes watched with envy as they trailed after their parents, haughty, bored looks on their faces.

The police inspector did not look convinced. “Your ward, eh?” he said skeptically. “And if I told you your ward looked like the little brat who’s been picking pockets around these parts for months now?”

Jeannette’s heart dropped but the man’s expression didn’t even flicker. “I’d say you had the wrong girl, clearly,” he said impatiently. “And you’re welcome to accompany me as I take her home if that will soothe your conscience.”

He pulled gently on Jeannette’s hand, leading her away from the inspector, but they hadn’t made it even a few steps before the inspector called after them, “I daresay I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Jeannette could tell by the way the man’s expression shifted, just slightly, that he had not expected the police inspector to be so willing. “As you wish,” he said, somewhat stiffly, before glancing down at her. “Shall we?”

Since she had very little choice in the matter, Jeannette nodded silently, and they resumed their walk, assumedly in the direction of the man’s house. For a while, they walked in silence; then, seemingly unable to stop himself, the man began to talk. “And see there?” he said, nodding towards the roof of a nearby building, as if picking up a conversation from earlier. “That’s where it happened.”

Jeannette glanced up at him. “Where what happened?”

He gave her a comically affronted look. “Surely you remember the story I was telling you about your Uncle Enjolras, and how he climbed out on a roof to rescue a cat.”

Despite herself, despite the fact that she could still feel the police inspector’s eyes on them, Jeannette giggled. “No,” she said, and the man gasped, mock-scandalized.

“You really don’t remember?” She shook her head and he let out a heavy sigh. “Very well, that just means I shall have to tell the story from the beginning.”

And so he did, weaving a tale that was almost certainly a complete fabrication, especially as he kept tacking anecdotes on. And the man he referenced, Enjolras, must have been equally fictitious, since to hear Grantaire tell it, he sounded like a combination of a medieval knight and some kind of supernatural being.

But it made the time pass, and far more importantly, it lent a certain credibility to the larger tale both were trying to sell to the inspector. When finally both the story and their walk came to an end as they drew to a halt in front of tidy house, the man turned back to the inspector. “See?” he said, still with the bite of impatience. “Home sweet home.”

The inspector’s expression had soured considerably, but as he had no justification to dispute the man, he merely jerked a nod. “Very well,” he said. “But you’d best keep the girl away from the market. I’d hate to see her mistaken for someone more nefarious.”

The man’s expression darkened. “Yes, and I’m certain that would be a mistake,” he said, putting a heavy hand on Jeannette’s shoulder. “Have a good day, Inspector.”

The inspector touched the brim of his hat before starting back towards the market, the man and Jeannette both staring after him with matching expressions of disdain. Then the man sighed and shook his head. “You’d best go inside for a bit,” he said to her. “Get some food while we wait it out. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t double back at least once.”

Jeannette nodded silently, the prospect of food enough to make her forget that she was about to enter the house of a strange man who could easily have ill intentions. Still, she followed Grantaire inside to the kitchen, where they were greeted by the rather enormous backside of a woman, bent over the fireplace. Jeannette stifled a giggle and the woman whirled around, her hand flying to her heart. “Oh, Monsieur Grantaire!” she exclaimed. “You near gave me a heart attack.”

The man, Grantaire, grinned. “It does my ego good to know I can still take your breath away, Madame Hucheloup,” he told her, handing over the loaf of bread he’d purchased with an elegant, mocking leg, and she rolled her eyes, swatting at him with a dishcloth.

“You old flirt,” she scoffed, before she saw Jeannette, her eyes widening. “Didn’t realize the shopping list I sent you to the market with included a young lady.”

“Ah, right,” Grantaire said, as if he had just remembered. “This is…”

He trailed off and Madame Hucheloup clucked her tongue. “Did you not even bother to get the poor girl’s name?”

But Grantaire was looking at empty place set at the table, a strange look on his face. “We were interrupted by the police before we could get to introductions,” he said distractedly, before asking, somewhat sharply, “Where is he?”

Madame Hucheloup sighed and glanced pointedly at the staircase leading upstairs. “Where do you think?”

Grantaire’s expression tightened. “Right,” he said. “Get the girl something to eat, would you? I shall return momentarily.”

He disappeared up the stairs before she could respond, and Madame Hucheloup just clucked her tongue once more, shaking her head as she grabbed another bowl. “Well, come along,” she said, gesturing at the table. “You look like you’ve been without a proper meal for awhile. Poor lamb.”

She put the bowl in front of Jeannette, who tucked in hungrily. She had no clue what precisely was in the bowl, other than some kind of stew, but it was warm and filling, and that was all that mattered. She was so engrossed in eating that she almost didn’t notice as the voices upstairs grew progressively louder, but even her first warm meal in weeks was not enough to distract her from what sounded like a plate shattering against a wall.

She looked up, startled, but Madame Hucheloup just shook her head, not looking up from her own bowl of stew, and Jeannette had a feeling this was not the first time this – whatever this was – had happened.

Still, Jeannette stayed tense, ready to run if need be. But all too soon, Grantaire returned, a dark look on his face. He said nothing, merely sitting down next to Jeannette and helping himself to his own bowl of stew. Madame Hucheloup cleared her throat. “Is he…?”

“No,” Grantaire said shortly. “He has elected to stay up there and starve himself to death. On his own head be it.”

Madame Hucheloup looked as though she very much wished to say something, but seemed to decide holding her tongue was the more prudent option, and all three finished their meals in silence. Grantaire’s expression was still dark, but his tone was gentle as he turned to Jeannette. “I think a bath is in order for you, if Madame Hucheloup is willing to assist. And then I think to be safe, you should stay here, at least for the night.”

“Here?” Jeannette repeated, fiddling with the hem of her dress. “If this is about the inspector, I can take care of myself—”

“Of that, I have little doubt,” Grantaire interrupted. “But it would ease my conscience, especially as if I had simply let you pick my pocket, neither of us would be here.” He looked over at Madame Hucheloup, whose lips were pursed, and sighed as if sensing an impending scolding. “Yes, Madame?”

“You know what,” she said.

Grantaire rolled his eyes. “We’ve plenty of beds in this place, if that’s your concern,” he said dismissively.

“It’s not.”

Again Grantaire sighed. “Then what—”

“Are you going to ask the child that you’ve just insisted stay here for her name?”

Realization flashed across Grantaire’s face, and he turned back to Jeannette, slightly shamefaced. “I suppose we are long past when proper introductions were do,” he said, holding his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Grantaire. And you are?”

“My name’s Jeannette,” she told him, and he shook her hand.

“It is very nice to meet you, Jeannette. This is Madame Hucheloup. She is our housekeeper, cook, and all-around heroine.” Madame Hucheloup gave her a warm smile. “Of course, I daresay picking up after us here is an easier task than picking up after us in the tavern, but—”

“Yes, but in the tavern, you went home at the end of the day,” Madame Hucheloup interrupted good-naturedly.

Grantaire managed a smile. “Fair enough,” he said, glancing at the stairs. “If you’ll be so kind as to attend to Jeannette—”

“Wait,” Jeannette interrupted. “Who’s he?”

Madame Hucheloup frowned at her. “Who’s who, my dear?”

Jeannette nodded at the stairs. “Whoever threw the plate, whoever won’t down to eat.”

“Oh.” Madame Hucheloup glanced at Grantaire. “Well, that’s the other gentleman who lives here. Monsieur Enjolras.”

— — — — —

It was barely midday by the time Jeannette finished her bath, but she was exhausted from the morning’s excitement – or perhaps her body, realizing she was in a safe place, was eager to take advantage of it. In any case, Madame Hucheloup seemed content to send her off to bed, instructing her to take the stairs up past the first floor and to the second floor, where she could sleep in the first bedroom on the left.

She didn’t think to question what was on the first floor and in any case learned quickly enough as she heard Grantaire’s voice from down the hall. Jeannette hesitated but decided her curiosity was greater than her exhaustion and so crept down the hallway to the open doorway at the end.

It was a bedroom, the biggest bedroom she had ever seen, and she crouched in the doorway, her eyes wide as she looked around the room, only noticing the bed in the middle when Grantaire again spoke. “Please,” he said quietly. “Just a bite. It’s particularly good today – Hucheloup’s put some kind of herbs in it.”

“I told you, I am not hungry,” a second voice said, this one thin and a little weak, and Jeannette had to squint to see the pale figure propped up on pillows in the bed. This had to be Enjolras, though he looked nothing like she expected given the stories Grantaire had told of him. “Besides, you haven’t explained the girl.”

Jeannette shrank back slightly, realizing he must mean her. Grantaire sighed, shifting in his position perched on the edge of the bed. “I told you all that there is to tell,” he said. “It seems more prudent to keep her here for the time being until we are certain the danger from the police has passed.”

“What of the danger to us from the police?” Enjolras asked. “Or do I need remind you that the assumption of our death would not last long against police scrutiny?”

“Please,” Grantaire scoffed. “I doubt highly the police are intelligent to put the two together. Besides, the inspector seemed more interested in the girl than me.”

Enjolras made a small noise of disagreement, but did not push the issue, instead saying, “And yet, need I remind you, a child is not a stray cat that you can just bring home.”

“You only say that because you have not met her,” Grantaire told him, reaching out to brush a curl away from Enjolras’s face. “Besides, you’d like her. She reminds me of Gavroche.”

Evidently, it was the wrong thing to say, as Enjolras turned away, rolling onto his side so that his back was to Grantaire. Grantaire sighed, rubbing Enjolras’s arm, though he seemed unsurprised when Enjolras jerked away from his touch. “Dwelling on those we lost does no good to any of them,” he said softly, so softly Jeannette almost didn’t hear him.

But Enjolras said nothing, and after a moment, Grantaire sighed again. “If you are so committed to not speaking to me, at least put your mouth to some kind of good use and eat something.” Still Enjolras was silent, and Grantaire swallowed. “Please, you must eat, my love.”

“Am I?” Enjolras asked stiffly.

“Are you what?”

“Still your love?” Enjolras’s tone was sharp, and bitter. “Even though I am but a shadow of the man I once was?”

Grantaire reached for his hand, taking it between both of his own. “That you may feel a shadow of what you were after all you have been through proves only that you are still the man I fell in love with,” he said. “Besides, whatever you are now and whoever you become in the future, you are the love of my life. And that will not change.”

He leaned in to kiss Enjolras’s forehead and Jeannette decided she had heard enough, creeping back down the hallway and taking the stairs up one more flight to her room, trying not to think about what she had just overheard.

That task was made far more difficult when, not even five minutes later, Grantaire poked his head into her room. “I thought you might be asleep already,” he said, and she shook her head, pulling the covers up to her chin.

“Not yet.”

Grantaire nodded. “Well, if you need anything, just give a shout,” he said, turning to go.

“Wait,” she said, and he did, glancing back at her. “What happened to Monsieur Enjolras?”

Grantaire’s expression was unreadable. “What do you mean?”

Jeannette worried her lower lip between her teeth. “I mean, is he hurt? Is something wrong with him?”

Grantaire sighed, crossing over to sit down on the edge of her bed. “His body is not hurt,” he told her. “He was hurt, a while ago, but the doctors say that he is healed now. But his spirit—” He broke off, shaking his head. “His spirit remains injured. And that is a far more difficult injury to heal.”

Jeannette nodded tracing a finger along the coverlet. “How was he hurt?”

“There was a battle,” Grantaire told her. “When you very young, there was an attempt to stop the king because…” He paused as if searching for the right words. “Because he’s not a very good man,” he finished, and she wondered what he had really wanted to say. “During that battle, both Enjolras and I were injured, and left for dead. And it’s honestly a miracle for both of us to still be living.” His expression twisted. “If you wanted to call what Enjolras was doing living, at least.”

He shook his head and patted her foot through the covers. “In any case, it is nothing about which you need to be concerned.”

Jeannette nodded again, her eyelids starting to droop. “Thank you for letting me stay,” she said tiredly. “I promise I will be gone tomorrow.”

Grantaire hesitated. “Let us save that conversation for tomorrow, then,” he said, and she nodded again, already falling asleep.

— — — — —

But in the morning, Grantaire made no mention of her leaving, instead asking her over breakfast if she had been given any schooling, and, upon learning she had not, offering to teach her numbers and letters. Jeannette was surprised by the offer, but thought it best not to say anything, knowing that this time was bound to end eventually, and she’d be better off taking every advantage she could.

Especially if she could swipe something valuable on the way out.

But for as grand as the house was, there seemed to be very few valuables, at least in plain sight, as she spent all morning with Grantaire in a room that he called a study, which was full of books which were valuable for little more than kindling.

“How do you and Monsieur Enjolras make money?” she asked partway through the morning, and Grantaire glanced over at her, amused.

“If he hears you calling him Monsieur Enjolras, he’ll take offense,” he said. “And that is, in general, an impolite question to ask.”

“Is it?” she asked, puzzled. It seemed the most natural question in the world to her, as her entire world revolved around what she was going to do ensure her next meal.

As if sensing her confusion, Grantaire patted her hand. “Only amongst polite company, and I’ve rarely been accused of being that,” he told her. “In truth, neither Enjolras nor I have an occupation, Enjolras for obvious reasons, and myself because it is better for all involved to remain under the assumption that I did not live after the battle I told you about.”

Jeannette nodded slowly, understanding something of subterfuge. “But Enjolras had plenty of money to his name before his supposed death,” Grantaire continued, “And we live off of that.” He brightened as Madame Hucheloup appeared at the study door, a tea tray in hand. “And Madame Hucheloup helps us because she is a saint.”

“A well-compensated saint,” she told them dryly, setting the tray down on the desk.

“But a saint nonetheless,” Grantaire added.

It became something of a routine, Jeannette spending most of her time with Grantaire in the study, peppering questions in with the lessons he did his best to teach. On occasion, Grantaire would disappear, either up to Enjolras’s room or else out to God only knew where, leaving Jeannette with Madame Hucheloup in the kitchen when he did leave.

Sometimes he would return with a new dress for Jeannette, or food for Madame Hucheloup, or even just a pamphlet that he proclaimed would be the thing to rouse Enjolras from his bed. It was after that failed attempt that he left for the longest stretch of time, and returned late at night reeking so strongly of alcohol that Jeannette could smell it wafting up to her bedroom.

She knew she should be using the time when he was gone to make her preparations, but as their time together marched onward, Jeannette found she didn’t want to. She liked Grantaire, and Madame Hucheloup, and she wondered if she might instead ask to stay.

Certainly Grantaire showed no indication of asking her to leave, and for the first time in longer than she could remember, Jeannette was able to relax, just slightly.

Or perhaps, slightly too much.

One morning, Grantaire had already left before Jeannette was roused from sleep, and Madame Hucheloup seemed irritated as she finished her porridge. “Would you be a dear and mind the soup?” she asked, nodding to the pot she’d put on the stove. “Just stir it on occasion while I run out and pick up some things Monsieur Grantaire was meant to?”

“Of course,” Jeannette said, eager to help.

But only a few minutes after Madame Hucheloup had left, the door banged open and Jeannette yelped as the police inspector who had followed her and Grantaire burst in, a terrible look on his face. The spoon in her hand clattered the floor as she made to run to the stairs, but he blocked her way, grabbing her arm with a rough hand. “Didn’t think you could hide in here forever, did you?” he asked savagely. “You might have these men fooled, but I’ve been on you for a while now. Or did you think I wouldn’t hear about how you stole from a police lieutenant a month past?”

“Please,” Jeannette cried, trying in vain to yank her wrist from his grip. “Please, I didn’t—”

“Shut it, you,” he snapped, pulling her forward so suddenly that she stumbled and almost fell. “You’re nothing but a petty little thief, and you’ll answer for your crimes.”

He started to pull her to the door, and Jeannette redoubled her efforts to twist out of his grasp, babbling all sorts of tearful pleas as she did, all to no avail, when without warning, a voice thundered, “What do you think you are doing?”

Both Jeannette and the inspector looked over to find Enjolras standing on the stairs. She expected him to be stooped like Grantaire, and weak from being in bed, but he stood as straight as a soldier, looking flatly at the inspector, an unmistakable air of nobility around him. The inspector straightened as well, not loosening his grip. “I do not know what lies she’s told you, Monsieur, but I assure you, this girl is—”

“This girl is my niece,” Enjolras told him imperiously, “and a member of one of the most respected families in Paris. Does the police now make trespass on private property to terrify little girls part of their official policy?”

The inspector flushed, just slightly. “She is a thief.”

Enjolras lifted his chin, just slightly. “Then I am certain you have proof to offer,” he said coolly. “Or shall I send for my solicitor, that you might have this conversation with him instead?”

That was evidently the magic thing to say, as the inspector released Jeannette, who didn’t hesitate, running straight to Enjolras. To her surprise, he gathered her to him, tucking her against his side. The inspector glared at both of them “I apologize for the error,” he said stiffly.

“I would imagine so,” Enjolras said, his lip curling. “And Inspector, should this error happen a second time, I can assure you that I will not extend this courtesy again, and I can only imagine your superiors would be very interested in hearing of such an error.”

Something of the dog that had been hit flitted across the inspector’s expression, and he gave them a wordless nod before finally taking his leave. As soon as the door had closed behind him, Enjolras sagged, leaning heavily against the wall. Jeannette grabbed his arm, helping him sit down on the stairs. Enjolras took a moment before finally saying, a little hoarsely, “My apologies.”

Jeannette stared at him. “For what?”

He just shook his head. “That I was not able to make it down sooner.”

She shook her own head. “That does not matter,” she assured him fiercely. “You were amazing, the things you said—”

In truth, it was the first time she had recognized Enjolras as Grantaire spoke of him, and as if sensing her thought, Enjolras managed a wan smile. “Truth be told, I did not know I still had it in me,” he confessed. “Perhaps Grantaire is right, not that I should ever tell him as such.” He glanced at her. “And are you alright?” She nodded and he squeezed her hand. “You may be truthful with me.”

She hesitated, remembering the portion of his conversation with Grantaire that she had overheard. “Will you make me leave?” she blurted. “Because of all the trouble?”

Enjolras’s expression softened. “Don’t be absurd,” he said, a little gruffly. “Grantaire and I have brought far more trouble on ourselves than that. And besides he would murder me in my bed if I even considered sending you away. He cares for you very much. And…”

He trailed off and she looked up at him. “And?” she prompted.

“And while perhaps it is too narrow a focus, it does feel nice, I suppose, to again be even a small part of the fight against injustice.” Jeannette wanted to ask what he meant but he did not let her, instead saying, “Will you do something for me?”

“Anything,” she said immediately.

He studied her for a moment. “You’ve been spending far too much time with Grantaire,” he said, slightly sourly, before gripping her arm once more. “Help me to the table, and then tell me of the mood on the streets. It has been far too long since my ear was to the ground on popular sentiment.”

That was how Grantaire found them when he arrived home a half hour later, both sitting at the table as Enjolras almost absentmindedly ate bits of bread, seemingly to give his hands something to do as he listened to Jeannette tell him about her time on the streets.

Grantaire stopped in his tracks when he saw them, his entire face lighting up. “You’re here,” he breathed, and Enjolras half-smiled.

“I’m here, he said, his voice low. He nodded at Jeannette. “We had an unfortunate run-in with your inspector friend, but I do believe that matter to be finally concluded.”

“Oh?” Grantaire said sharply, an edge of concern in his voice as he sat down next to Enjolras, reaching out automatically to take his hand. “That is a story I think I should like to hear.”

“Of course,” Enjolras told him. “But first, I have made my assurances, but will you kindly tell Jeannette that she is welcome to stay here as long as she wishes?”

Grantaire looked over at her, beaming, and she was not surprised to see that his eyes were wet with tears. He reached his other hand across the table to her, and she took it with both of her own. “You have done more to heal my heart than I knew was possible,” he told her, his voice low. “Your home shall be here for as long as you will have us.”

It was more than Jeannette had ever allowed herself to dream of, and she couldn’t stop her own smile.“I have never had a home before,” she told them. “But I think I shall be happy here.”

Grantaire lifted Enjolras’s hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles. “I think we all will be.”

Enjolras cleared his throat. “Except for Madame Hucheloup when she learns you let her soup burn.”

“Oh no!” Jeannette cried, jumping out of her seat, but both Enjolras and Grantaire just laughed, lightly at first but then full-on belly laughter, their shoulders shaking as they held each other, and after only a moment, Jeannette joined them, all three laughing themselves silly the way that only family could.

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burningdarkfire · 4 months ago

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books i read in june 2024

[these are all short + casual reviews - feel free to ask about individual ones if u want my full thoughts or ask for my goodreads!!]

i lived 3-4 lives this month so it's honestly incredible that i read all this

[REREAD] gideon the ninth + harrow the ninth + as yet unsent + the mystery study of doctor sex - tamsyn muir ★★★★★ (scifi)

i don't have anything new to say about these books so i'll just say again that gideon is one of my most beloved characters of all time and also it's agony that augustine and mercy don't know and can't escape that they're inside a narrative. don't worry the infants will get it done the books are actually about them 😭

delicious in dungeon vol. 12 - ryoko kui ★★★★★ (fantasy manga)

it is really starting to emotionally hit!! marcille and laios have my heart, i enjoy how much their relationship has grown

the tyranny of merit - michael j. sandel ★★★★★ (political non-fiction)

is this strictly good? i have no idea. but it did give me brain worms akin to being in high school again so there's that. i love an exhaustively argued and hyper focused essay

death valley - melissa broder ★★★★☆ (magical realism)

often funny, extremely annoying, and surprisingly poignant

recursion - black crouch ★★★★☆ (scifi)

this is like the more boring version of the first fifteen lives of harry august by claire north. recursion is still a decent book - it pulls off a perfectly respectably idea in a way that's totally fine - but it's nothing above and beyond. great beach read!

dreadfulwater - thomas king ★★★★☆ (mystery)

delightfully 2000s in many ways. funny and enjoyable in a thomas king sort of way (positive)

rilke's book of hours - rainer maria rilke ★★★★☆ (poetry)

beautiful, moving, spiritual in a way that speaks to me. one day i'll read the original german!!

the water dancer - ta-nehisi coastes ★★★★☆ (historical magical realism)

respectable clarity of purpose with clear themes. however, it also maps nearly perfectly onto a blueprint for a YA fantasy dystopia and i have no idea if this is intentional

i'm glad my mom died - jeannette mccurdy ★★★☆☆ (memoir)

i skipped through about half of this so 🤷‍♂️ but i just didn't get anything out of it. it's told in a very straight forward way and i usually want memoirs to read more .. reflective?

the busy body - kemper donovan ★★☆☆☆ (mystery)

definitely a bad story with bad writing but a pretty decent puzzle

dragons of autumn twilight - margaret weis & tracy hickman ★★☆☆☆ (fantasy)

feels like a campaign in a bad way. lots of random, abrupt shifts and totally flat characters. you could easily get a better story just sitting down at a table and playing!

so sad today - melissa broder ★★☆☆☆ (essays, memoir)

i was exhausted just reading this and i skimmed large parts so i can't imagine how exhausting is it to be her and make a career out of being like this!! god

#my posts #books #liveblogging books #reading wrap up

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thoughtfulfangirling · 3 years ago

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2022 Reads

It’s that time where I start a new list of the books I’m reading this year. I might try again to do blurbs about them as I go and link them but uh... I’ve never kept up with it so no promises. For my 2021 and previous year reads, go here and follow the rabbit hole. For 2023, go here.

Maid: Hard Work, Low Pay, and a Mother’s Will to Survive^ by Stephanie Land

How to Lose the Time War* by Max Gladstone and Amal El-Mohtar~

Sorcery of Thorns^ by Margaret Rogerson

The Animals in That Country^ by Larua Jean McKay

Gearbreakers by Zoe Hana MIkuta

An Indigenous Peoples’ History of the United States: ReVisioning American History by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz

Princess Floralinda and the Forty-Flight Tower (novella) by Tamsyn Muir

A Winter Haunting^ by Dan Simmons

The Binding: A Novel by Bridget Collins

Falling Leaves: The True Story of an Unwanted Chinese Daughter by Adeline Yen Mah

The Dark Lord of Derkholm^ By Diana Wynn Jones

Sooner or Later Everything Falls into the Sea* by Sarah Pinsker~

Midnight Never Come by Marie Brennan

The Song in the Silence* by Elizabeth Kerner

How to Do the Work: Recognize Your Patterns, Heal from Your Past, and Create Your Self by Nicole LePera, PhD

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell^ by Susanna Clark

Ordinary Men: Reserve Police Battalion 101 and the Final Solution in Poland by Christopher R. Browning

Dark Currents: Agent of Hel book 1 by Jacqueline Carey

The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays by Esme´ Weijun Wang

Pride and Prejudice* by Jane Austen

The Lesser Kindred* by Elizabeth Kerner

Lincoln in the Bardo^ by George Saunders

Emma by Jane Austen

Accessing the Future edited by Kathryn Allan and Djibril Al-Ayad

Redeeming the Lost* by Elizabeth Kerner

1984 by George Orwell~

Kushiel's Chosen* by Jacqueline Carey

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

The Secret History by Donna Tart

How we Fight for Our Lives by Saeed Jones

She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan

Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers

GenderQueer: Voices From Beyond the Sexual Binary edited by Joan Nestle, Clare Howell, and Riki Wilchins

The Deep by Rivers Solomon (novella)

Parable of the Sower by Octavia E Butler

For the Love of Men: From Toxic to a More Mindful Masculinity by Liz Plank

Contact by Carl Sagan~

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne

The Witch's Heart by Genevieve Gornichec

We're Going to Need More Wine by Gabrielle Union

Tribe: On Homecoming and Belonging by Sebastian Junger

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen*

Parable of the Talents by Ocatavia E Butler

Terror, Love and Brainwashing: Attachment in Cults and Totalitarian Systems by Alexandra Stein

The Last Gunfight: The Real Story of the Shootout at the O.K. Corral-And How It Changed the American West by Jeff Guinn

Circe by Madeline Miller

Autumn Bones: Agent of Hel Book 2 by Jacqueline Carey

Ice Planet Barbarians by Ruby Dixon

The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty

Dead Girls: Essays on Surviving an American Obsession by Alice Bolin

True Irish Ghost Stories compiled by St John D Seymour and Harry L Neligan

Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir~

Beloved by Toni Morrison

The Penguin Book of Hell edited by Scott G Bruce

The Devil and Harper Lee by Mark Seal

Plain Bad Heroines by Emily Danforth

Mostly Void, Partially Stars by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Lefanu

Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors* by Sonali Dev

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Thirteen Storeys by Jonathan Sims^

Hallowe'en Party by Agatha Christie

Dracula by Bram Stoker*~

The Girl in the Green Silk Gown by Seanan McGurie

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Under the Pendulum Sun by Jeannette Ng

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

Red Azalea by Anchee Min

The November Girl by Lydia Kang

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle^ by Haruki Murakami with Jay Rubin

Poison Fruit: Agent of Hel Book 3 by Jacqueline Carey

Kiss Her Once for Me by Alison Cochrun

In the Midst of Winter by Isabel Allende

Make You Mine This Christmas by Lizzie Huxley-Jones

*Re-Reads ^Chosen for me by someone else ~Reads done with spouse

#yearly reading masterpost #tfgoc #tfg reads #2022 Books #my reading index

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thegoblincourtier · 5 years ago

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Top Ten Tuesday | My Autumn 2019 TBR!

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly feature hosted at That Artsy Reader Girl. Each week you compile a list of ten books which coincide with that week’s theme. You can find everything you need to know about joining in here!

This week’s theme is all about the books on our autumn TBR! There are some new releases due out this autumn that I am so unbelievably excited for, and there are also some eARCs and…

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theretirementstory · 2 years ago

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Greetings from Bar-sur-Aube where we currently have 4c and sun. Typically, I am going to be cooking soups and some apple puddings.

Can you believe that I have never noticed this house, until yesterday, a change of parking places meant I was able to admire it. Isn’t it wonderful that, after five years, this town can still surprise me.

There is a strike in France (oh yes!) not sure if it is tanker drivers but cities/towns and villages have run out of petrol and diesel.

My goodness it has been another busy week, I went to a concert in the church in a nearby village, Anie invited me and I drove her and her friend Monique. When I got there I saw Jeannette and Eric, she would have liked me to sit with them but realised I was with friends. Typical church the wooden pews were not made for large posteriors and I was glad when I could stand up! Later in the week it was a concert by the young people from the conservatoire. A little girl aged seven was very good on the piano as was an older girl. The violinists, which included some very young girls, were also very competent, not like me who never progressed due to the Elastoplast being removed from the neck of the violin, this was to teach me placing my fingers for the notes, once the gooey bit wore off I was terrible. I think the only thing I remember playing was Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, I wasn’t much better on the piano either 😂. There. We’re clarinetists, trumpet, trombone, and flute, it was wonderful to see the enthusiasm and talent.

After the rain that fell last week, I was beginning to think that not only autumn but winter had arrived, however we have had some wonderfully sunny days even if there has been a mist every morning. I managed to get into the garden and cleared out the cherry tomato plant, tidied up the strawberries, the planter I made earlier in the year and cleared out some of the bolting lettuce and keeping my fingers crossed that the beetroot will start to grow a bit bigger.

I was invited to the home of new American friends who live in town. I took a little cream rose and a box of macaroons to have with our tea. Three hours just flew by, we talked, laughed and talked some more.

Someone, I have no idea who, called at my home one afternoon as I was dozing in the chair. They left me a book (English) so I now have something else to read.

After the closure of the cinema, I wondered if I would ever see Sara, one of the co-operatives, again. She used to take one of the French classes that Jony and I attended and she had always been very friendly to me. Well yesterday I saw her talking to Françoise (the regular cinema attendee who munched on chocolate bars) I spoke to them both then asked Sara if I could speak to her in English, apologising to Françoise for the change of language. I had expressed how sad I was at the closure and as I was preparing to leave, I hugged Sara and wished her well with whatever she did next.

The CT scan is now out of the way there is only the ECG next week and then we can see what if anything has shown up.

“The Paralegal” has missed the poetry , so here it is back by popular demand, I hope you like this:

Excerpt from “Leaves” by Elsie N Brady

“How silently they tumble down

And come to rest upon the ground

To lay a carpet, rich and rare,

Beneath the trees without a care,

Content to sleep, their work well done,

Colours gleaming in the sun.

My gorgeous grandson has started with the cold that “The Daddy” just managed to get over, “The Mummy” is starting with it too. I am not the only one with hospital appointments, my gorgeous granddaughter is going to hospital this coming Friday.

There was another market in town yesterday, by the time I got there, after lunch, there were not many stalls left. I did, however, stumble upon the stall that has sewing and knitted items. I can’t resist lavender bags so I bought some more, plus there were felt Xmas tree decorations and I purchased a couple of those too. I wandered down to the bar, met Yves on the way and we had a little chat, he was saying about the arthritis in his fingers, he always has a smile though and walks a lot to help his circulation. The bar are now offering cocktails, I asked Christophe if he had honed the moves for mixing cocktails and we had a little laugh as he showed his moves. Then it was home to cut the grass, turn the compost and then have a nice relax.

Hopefully I will be back with my knitting workshop ladies next week.

When I was in the UK I bought some small lavender bags, some I saw were £4.99 each (they were tiny), these two cost me 3€, the lady just handed me this bag, which has a fish shaped bag, (fish are the great Tunisian good luck symbol) and you must admit the other does have a little “tartan” effect so represents north of my birthplace.

Bon week-end.

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daymansbingerecapsandrankings · 3 years ago

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(Originally written on October 8, 2020)

🎵Bang, Bang Bangedy Bang

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My How I Met Your Mother Thoughts

I just spent the last nine seasons in New York with the gang that spends all their time in MacLaren’s Pub. SELF FIVE! I have to say, this binge of How I Met Your Mother brought me so much happiness. I started watching this show for the first time back in high school, and I ended up watching the last six seasons as they aired. I remember loving this group of characters, and now I am reminded why. There’s so much chemistry between the five, and it makes for one of my favorite Comedies/Sitcoms of all time. If you’ve read any of my previous Show Thoughts, then you know I’ve been watching several over the course of this lovely Pandemic That Will Just Keep Going. After this rewatch, I’ve decided HIMYM is my third favorite Comedy/Sitcom, right after Boy Meets World and Scrubs.

Now, I know that the Finale is infamous. It’s in the Mount Rushmore of Terrible Endings, and people end up getting a sour taste in their mouth when they bring up the show. Well, it’s been some years. There’s been time to reflect and look back. And, while I’m not in favor of the Finale, I also don’t hate it anymore with the passion of a thousand suns. I just loved watching and growing with the gang, seeing them experience their highs and their lows, their triumphs and their failures. It just hits harder as an adult, like most of these shows assuredly do, and I cherish so many of these episodes and moments.

And now, my rankings for the seasons!

Seasons Rankings

1. Season One

2. Season Four

3. Season Two

4. Season Six

5. Season Eight

6. Season Five

7. Season Three

8. Season Seven

9. Season Nine

My rankings for the girlfriends, purely on how much I like them as a character

The Girlfriends Rankings

1. Robin

2. Tracy

3. Victoria

4. Zoey

5. Stella

6. Jeannette

And now, a ranking of my favorite episodes. From 1-50, these are the ones that stand out above the rest. I consider every single one of these enjoyable.

Favorite Episodes

1. Slap Bet (S2E9)

2. Come On (S1E22)

3. The Limo (S1E11)

4. The Best Burger in New York (S4E2)

5. Ten Sessions (S3E13)

6. The Pineapple Incident (S1E10)

7. Bachelor Party (S2E19)

8. Game Night (S1E15)

9. Oh, Honey (S6E15)

10. Glitter (S6E9)

11. The Duel (S1E8)

12. The Pilot (S1E1)

13. Arriverdverci, Fierro (S2E17)

14. The Over-Correction (S8E10)

15. How Your Mother Met Me (S916)

16. Intervention (S4E4)

17. The Magician’s Code, Part II (S7E24)

18. The Autumn of Break-Ups (S8E5)

19. The Ducky Tie (S7E3)

20. The Best Man (S7E1)

21. The Leap (S4E24)

22. Blitzgiving (S6E10)

23. Three Days of Snow (S4E13)

24. The Scorpion & The Toad (S2E2)

25. Bass Player Wanted (S9E13)

26. The Final Page, Part 2 (S8E12)

27. Duel Citizenship (S5E5)

28. Happily Ever After (S4E6)

29. Farhampton (S8E1)

30. Bro Mitzvah (S8E22)

31. Robin 101 (S5E3)

32. The Magician’s Code, Part I (S7E23)

33. Last Words (S6E14)

34. The Playbook (S5E8)

35. The Time Travelers (S8E20)

36. Splitsville (S8E6)

37. Subway Wars (S6E4)

38. Showdown (S2E20)

39. Drumroll, Please (S1E13)

40. Front Porch (S4E17)

41. Twin Bed (S5E21)

42. Who Wants to be a Godparent? (S8E4)

43. Girls vs. Suits (S5E12)

44. Something Borrowed (S2E21)

45. As Fast As She Can (S4E23)

46. The Wedding Bride (S5E23)

47. The Bracket (S3E14)

48. The Sexless Innkeeper (S5E4)

49. Third Wheel (S3E3)

50. Spoiler Alert (S3E8)

And now, just some thoughts on the show and on the gang!

Ted - I know people don’t like Ted. I don’t actually like Ted all that much. And yet, I found myself rooting for Ted just like I did the first go around. He’s not the worst person in the world, and I would be scared to see half of the decisions we’ve made in the dating game stringed together into a TV show. I know people wouldn’t like me very much for those decisions. Then again, I also don’t get super crazy about details about buildings, I don’t pronounce encyclopedia that way, and he tends to stick his foot in his mouth with this White Man confidence that I just don’t have. With all that being said, I still find Ted being a great friend, a man who is just trying to find the love of his life, and someone who really drives this story with great tales and narration (Bob Saget is the Sixth Man of the Show for just always bringing it). I think Ted does stupid things and he pretty much admits it after the fact. He learns, sometimes, and also doesn’t much like most of us. When he finally found the Mother, when he finally found Tracy, I cared. I cared so much, and I still do. Even though they just shit on her character and don’t give us enough time with her, I almost wonder if that’s a metaphor for the fact that you won’t always have enough time with your loved ones.

Robin - Let’s go to the mall! Yeah! Robin Sparkles is a Canadian Treasure, and so is Robin Scherbatsky. She is one of the best things about this show, and I love her so. Played by Cobie Smulders who I need to see in more stuff, Robin is who we all wanted Ted to maybe be with first. Then we go through all the loops of the HIMYM roller coaster, and a lot of us still wanted them to be together. I was one of them. Yet, she was more than just a romantic plot line for Ted. She was a part of the group who we got to see join it and evolve into a member of their family organically. Robin is fun, loud, full of fun quirks that we get to learn over the course of the series. I was heartbroken when we found out she can’t have children. I was loving the back and forth between her and Barney (the first time), and kind of mad at Barney about being such a crazy ass prankster the second time. Robin shows us just how amazing some gun loving, hockey obsessed Canadian news anchor can be, and how much she cares for her friends.

Lily - Justice Aldrin ends up being one of my favorite characters, even if that gets some curious looks. Yeah, she left Marshall for a summer. Yeah, she had some hesitancy with the marriage and everything. That happens. Lily was also always there for her friends, even if she ends up going a little overboard. She wants Ted to find happiness, and does whatever she can to help. She is there to listen to Robin at all times, and her and Marshall are easily one of the best relationships in TV I’ve ever witnessed. Then we have Lily and Barney which is honestly super underrated. Barney trusts Lily, even though she can’t keep a secret, with all of his emotional problems. Lily is who thought Barney could change before anyone else, and I love seeing their friendship grow from eye rolls to eye tears.

Barney - Oh, Barney. He honestly brings so much annoyance and fun to the show. He’s the friend of the gang who everyone tolerates. He’s the one in the gang who everyone ends up loving just as much as everyone else. Barney shows such a terrible face to the world, sleeping with over 250 women and lying to most of them. He has all these rules that aren’t very ethical. He gives us most of the Misogynism in this show, which is definitely prevalent and makes the show not as strong as it was in the first watch. Still, we get to see Barney grow into someone who wants real love and a happy life. Sure, they show us that his marriage to Robin only lasts three years, but at least they tried. Barney just couldn’t make it work, and that’s honestly who Barney really is. A person who just enjoys sleeping with different people. I was very warmed to see the baby reveal and that Barney becoming a dad was what would change him more than anything. Barney is an underrated friend, and his importance to the gang is legendary.

Marshall - I. Love. Big Fudge. He’s just so fun, caring, goofy, loyal, and everything that I aspire to be in life. For some reason, when watching the show the first time, I related to Ted the most. I was definitely a bit more selfish then. But now, I see that I am a Marshall. He wants to do good in the world, and it drives him so much. He only loves Lily, and his loyalty to their relationship is just Goals. He is also the most fun to watch having a crisis. He gets the big eyes and covers his mouth and just gets obviously super uncomfortable. Some of my favorite moments of the show are also Marshall’s talks with Ted about his feelings for Robin. Any one-on-ones with Marshall and someone else are probably my favorite moments. And yes, I will always root for him over those damn machines!

Last Thoughts:

Sure, the writing wasn’t as sharp or as witty in the later seasons, but I loved the story lines and seeing the gang just live.

Tracy was an amazing character as The Mother, and I truly wonder what could have been if they had given us two full seasons of story with her instead of any episodes of Jeannette.

I really can’t believe Ted told his kids all those stories. A fun premise for a show, but really, not very realistic telling them all that jazz.

Ranjit and Carl are such fun recurring characters that I always enjoyed seeing every time they popped up.

Out of all the recurring jokes and gags, which there are many (y’all said Community has so many, but HIMYM really swings for it), I love the Major/General salute joke. Idk if I just didn’t care for it the first time around or forgot about it, but I just love how silly it is and how they kept it through to the very last episode.

Watching the gang sit at their table in MacLaren’s just hanging out will always make me smile.

#how i met your mother #himym #himym finale #ted mosby #marshall eriksen #lily aldrin #himym barney #himym robin #reviews #recaps #br&r

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autumnjeannette · 2 years ago

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Skin 2 Skin - OUT NOW

#new music #r&b #rnb #rnb artist #rnb singer #r&b artist #r&b singer

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duckprintspress · 3 months ago

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My July Reads

Life was just too crazy, chaotic, and exhausting for me to get much reading done in July, but I managed to get through at least a few graphic novels and such...

My July Reads:

Solo Leveling Vol. 3 to 7 by Chugong (a manwha series set in modern fantasy Korea, about a young man is terrible at “hunting”…until he isn’t)

Many Hands: An Anthology of Polyamorous Erotica (our latest anthology! a collection of short stories that's exactly what it says on the tin.)

Blackwater by Jeannette Arroyo and Ren Graham (graphic novel, modern with magic, two high school boys, one trans, each with their own challenges, bond over the mysterious creature in the woods)

Blue Flag Vol. 3 to 5 by Kaito (manga series about modern high school and a young man and his best friend - who has a crush on him - and a young woman and her best friend - who has a crush on her. poly vibes.)

For the Love of God, Marie! by Jade Sarson (graphic novel, historical to modern, a bi poly woman explores relationships and goes through life and deals with homophobia from the 60s to the 90s)

Silent Hearts Vol. 2 by Jing Shui Bian (novel, danmei/BL, modern high school to college setting, a group of young people, about half of whom are disabled, grow up together and achieve their dreams)

Yona of the Dawn Vol. 2 by Mizuho Kusanagi (manga, fantasy, about a young princess whose kingdom gets taken over by someone she thought a friend)

Thousand Autumns Vol. 5 by Meng Xi Shi (novel, danmei/BL, historical wuxia, the leader of a demonic sect decides it'd be fun to fuck with the fallen leader of a daoist sect, hijinks, mischief, politics, and feels ensue)

My Hero Academia Vol. 13 to 14 by Kohei Horikoshi (manga series about teenagers at a high school for superheroes)

Haikyu! Vol. 7 by Haruichi Furudate (manga series about young men who play high school volleyball)

The Secret to Superhuman Strength by Alison Bechdel (graphic novel memoir about Bechdel's exploration of fitness as a way of finding a form of transcendence.)

Sunhead by Alex Assan (graphic novel, modern, two high school girls bond over shared love of a Twilight-esque pop novel, set in Tel Aviv)

Not sure I'll manage to read much more in August, to be honest - it's an exceptionally busy month. Summer with kids not in school is tough. But I've got a bunch of library books I'm risking returning late so I gotta at least tackle those.

Y'all read anything interesting?

#duck prints press #unforth's reads #july reads

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broomsick · 3 years ago

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The color orange (for the autumn asks)

The color orange: do you have a specific song that reminds you of autumn? what is it?

First of all thank you so much for the ask! I do have a few favorites so I'll just make a little list real quick (links included):

- Hozier songs but specifically Take me to church, Work song and Dinner & diatribes

- Dust in the wind by Kansas (and anything that's classic rock 80's to 90's)

- Nancy mulligan by ed sheeran what can i say i'm a sucker for the irish vibe 😭😭

- On a more witchy note Karchata by Folkerny is basically my autumn anthem

- Loreena McKennit!! Always and forever. I love her songs All souls night, The holly and the ivy, Coventry carol and Un flambeau jeannette isabelle. That whole album was a blessing

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ozu-teapot · 4 years ago

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Films Watched in June 2020

Mutter Küsters' Fahrt zum Himmel (Mother Küsters Goes to Heaven) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1975

Les glaneurs et la glaneuse (AKA The Gleaners & I) | Agnès Varda | 2000

Angst vor der Angst (Fear of Fear) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1975

Les glaneurs et la glaneuse... deux ans après (AKA The Gleaners and I: Two Years Later) | Agnès Varda | 2002

Ich will doch nur, daß ihr mich liebt (I Only Want You to Love Me) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1976

Satansbraten (Satan's Brew) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1976

The Anderson Tapes | Sidney Lumet | 1971

Chinesisches Roulette (Chinese Roulette) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1976

Hommage à Zgougou (Short) | Agnès Varda | 2002

Le lion volatil (Short) | Agnès Varda | 2003

The Berlin Bride | Michael Bartlett | 2020

Ydessa, the Bears and etc. (Short) | Agnès Varda | 2004

Viennale Walzer (Short) | Agnès Varda | 2004

Frauen in New York (Women in New York) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1977

Bolwieser (AKA The Stationmaster's Wife) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1977

Deutschland im Herbst (Germany in Autumn) | Various | 1978

Despair | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1978

In einem Jahr mit 13 Monden (In a Year with 13 Moons) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1978

Die Ehe der Maria Braun (The Marriage of Maria Braun) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1979

Die dritte Generation (The Third Generation) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1979

Lili Marleen | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1981

Theater in Trance | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1981

Lola | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1981

Kamikaze 89 | Wolf Gremm | 1982

Die Sehnsucht der Veronika Voss (AKA Veronika Voss) | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1982

Querelle | Rainer Werner Fassbinder | 1982

The Navigator | Donald Crisp / Buster Keaton | 1924

See You Tomorrow, Everyone | Yoshihiro Nakamura | 2013

The Decameron | Pier Paolo Pasolini | 1971

Jeannette, l'enfance de Jeanne d'Arc | Bruno Dumont | 2017

The Canterbury Tales | Pier Paolo Pasolini | 1972

Jeanne (AKA Joan of Arc) | Bruno Dumont | 2019

Il fiore delle mille e una notte (AKA Arabian Nights) | Pier Paolo Pasolini | 1974

Be My Baby (AKA The Vortex of Love) | Hitoshi Ône | 2013

Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom | Pier Paolo Pasolini | 1975

Bold = Top Ten

Some notes: Welp I decided I wanted to finish watching all the Fassbinders this month what with the end of my “shielding” and a return to work looming, which meant just under a fortnight of all-RWF viewing to get it done comfortably! Now that I’m back at work I’ll be watching less films (less time/too tired) but that may be a good thing in terms of blogging the stuff I’ve seen! I have a couple of other directors lined up to do retrospectives on at some point - but not just yet. I’m looking forward to a period of free-range watching, catching up with some films I’ve been holding back on plus a few recent disc purchases.

#Film Log #Ozu Teapot

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names inspired by: christmas

this list includes names inspired by christmas stories, songs, traditions and myths, both religious and secular. happy holidays!

Aisling: Irish, meaning “wish�� or “dream of”

Alegria: Spanish/Portuguese, meaning “joy”

Alvin: Old English, meaning “elf friend”

Amaryllis: a tropical red flower popular at Christmas due to the colorful blooms that brighten up a winter landscape

Amicitia: Latin, meaning “friendship”

Angel: two angels appear in the Christmas story, bringing good news with them each time

Anise: a warm spice from the star-shaped pericarps of the fruit of an asian evergreen

Aster: from the Greek word for “star”

Bailey: George Bailey from ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’, the generous banker who sacrifices his dreams in order to help his community

Belle: what sounds like Christmas more than jingling bells?

Buddy: the tallest, happiest Elf ever, singing loud for all to hear.

Carol: originally celebrations of the winter solstice, Carols are dances or songs of praise and joy

Chandelle: French, meaning “candle”

Charity: kindness, generosity, goodwill, compassion

Christian: a believer in the Christian religion

Cider: traditional North American spiced hot drink, made in autumn and winter

Clarence: the guardian angel from ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’

Clark: the patriarch of the Griswold family in “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation”

Cookie: traditionally baked and shared with family and friends to celebrate the season

December: the coldest darkest month, during which cultures all over the world hold celebrations of life and light

Demetria: Greek goddess of winter

Douglas: the most familiar Christmas tree type, the Douglas Fir

Dovana: Lithuanian, meaning “gift”

Dream: a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal

Eira: inspired by the Norse Goddess Eir, means ‘snow’ in Welsh

Elvie: from Old English, meaning “elf friend”

Ember: sparks from a cozy crackling fireplace

Emmanuel: a Hebrew name, meaning “God with us”, given to the Christ child as a symbol of God’s protection

Estrella: Spanish, meaning “star”

Eve: the night before Christmas during which not a creature stirs.

Faith: complete trust or confidence in someone or something

Flick: a character from ‘A Christmas Story’ who gets his tongue stuck to a pole

Fraser: a lovely-smelling sturdy Christmas tree

Gabriel: the archangel who delivered the prophecy of the birth of Jesus to Joseph

George: George Bailey from ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’, the generous banker who sacrifices his dreams in order to help his community

Gloria: Latin for “glory”, what the angels sang to praise the baby Jesus, according to the songs

Grace: the free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings

Hoku: Hawaiian, meaning “star”

Holiday: English, meaning “holy day”

Holly: the bright berries of holly trees ripen during the winter, giving a splash of color to a somewhat dismal season

Isabelle: from the French song ‘Un flambeau, Jeannette, Isabelle’, about two female farmhands who have found the baby Jesus and his mother in a stable

Ivy: a winter vine that still looks bright and beautiful in the darkest season

Jeanette: from the song French ‘Un flambeau, Jeannette, Isabelle’, about two female farmhands who have found the baby Jesus and his mother in a stable

Jesper: the worst postman in the world who accidentally creates the story of Santa, in the film ‘Klaus’

Jesus: Hebrew name related to Joshua, meaning “to rescue”, given to the Christ child, whose birth is celebrated during Christmas (even though he was most likely born in the spring)

Jia: Chinese, meaning “home”

Joseph: Mary’s husband, who almost left her when he learned she was pregnant, but an angel let him know it was the Holy Spirit’s baby, so it was okay

Jovie: the honey-voiced love interest of Buddy the Elf, her name means “joyful”

Joy: a feeling of great pleasure and happiness

Kari: Turkish, “covered with snow”

Kevin: was left Home Alone, and engineered an ingenious security system for his house.

Kiseki: Japanese, meaning “miracle”

Klaus: the name of the heartwarming toymaker in the new Netflix movie bearing his name

Kris: Kris Kringle is one of Santa’s many names, and his legal name according to ‘Miracle on 34th Street’

Love: an intense feeling of deep affection

Lucia: the Swedish saint of Christmas, celebrated on December 13th

Lumi: Finnish, meaning “snow”

Lux: Latin, meaning “light”

Mahalo: Hawaiian, meaning “thank you”

Malachi: Hebrew, meaning “messenger angel”

Maria: the name of the woman who gave birth to the Christ child when she was still a virgin

Merry: surprisingly means ‘Guardian of the Sea’ in Welsh, but inspires a warm cozy Christmassy feeling

Mint: a sweet, cooling herb that flavours candy canes

Móshù: Chinese, meaning“magic”

Natalie: Latin, means “the birthday of the Lord”

Natasha: Russian, meaning“born on Christmas Day”

Neve: an anglicized spelling of Gaelic ‘Niamh’ and means ‘snow’

Nicholas: Patron Saint of children, inspired the story of Santa Claus

Noel: French word for Christmas

North: the direction in which you go to find Santa’s house

Peace: freedom from disturbance; tranquility

Poinsettia: a bold, bright, beautiful Mexican flower with red and green blooms

Ralphie: the bold, awkward, near-sighted protagonist of ‘A Christmas Story’

Regalo: Spanish/Italian, meaning “gift”

Roi: Welsh, meaning “to give” & French meaning “king”

Rudolph: the bullied baby reindeer who saved Christmas

Sage: a warm cozy spice known for the distinct taste it gives to classic holiday stuffings

Sahar: Arabic, meaning “magic”

Saman: Icelandic, meaning “together”

Shepherd: the sheep minders who were minding their own business when the angels came to tell them about the birth of God’s son

Snow: atmospheric water vapor frozen into ice crystals, which fall in light white flakes or blanket the ground in cold weather

Star: the star of Bethlehem lead the Magi of the East (the three wise men) to Jerusalem, where Jesus was born

Stella: Italian, meaning “star”

Svetlana: Russian, meaning “light, shining”

Taika: Finnish, meaning “magic”

Tannen: A tannenbaum is a fir tree, long celebrated for their sturdiness and ability to stay bright and green throughout winter

Trúa: Icelandic word for “believe”

Vela: Spanish, meaning “candle”

Vesper: Latin, meaning “evening star”

Winter: the coldest, darkest season of the year, during which cultures all over the world hold celebrations of life and light

Yukio: Japanese name meaning “snow”

Yule: means “winter solstice”

#names #masterlist #rph #name help #christmas #happy holidays! and if you don't celebrate anything this month just celebrate your beautiful self!#seasonal

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