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Fandom: Heated Rivalry
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov
Content Notes/Warnings: none
Medium: traditional art - watercolours.
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: sweetsaltybitter on Instagram
Why this piece is awesome: It's a gorgeous watercolour of the boys as small children lying in the grass, holding hands. They're extremely cute - the gap-tooth grin, the knobbly knees!
Link: Childhood friends, backup link here
Here's the original on Instagram, but as it won't be accessible to everyone, see the tumblr repost. There's also a WIP of the painting process on Instagram here.

Wtf

Aug. 31st, 2026 07:51 am
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Longtime readers know weird things happen to me. And my cars.

The Forte currently has a bad smell I thought was chemical coming from the engine area for about a week now, having gotten much worse since Thursday. My regular mechanics can’t smell it! I wish I could say the same, since it makes my gorge rise. Maybe it’s a water issue within the AC vents? They don’t know! We already replaced the cabin filter Thursday. They say there’s an air freshening fogger I could use into the vents but don’t know what it’s called. (Thanks, guys.) It’s not just an air freshener, it’s anti-bacterial, etc.

Do any of you guys have suggestions or recommendations? I can just barely handle this if I drive with the windows open but that’s not always possible.

August Writing and September Plans

Aug. 31st, 2026 07:53 am
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I sold a story! More details later once contracts have been signed etc, but thrilled to announce that I’ve sold my mermaid story “Singing Each to Each.”

I have been faithfully fulfilling my One Submission a Month resolution, but with flagging enthusiasm, so this was a delightful boost. I don’t think I’ll keep this specific resolution next year, since the short story is not a length I naturally gravitate toward, but I’ll definitely keep submitting when I see a place that seems like a good fit for a story I’ve already written.

Other writing news: trimming Paper Bird so it’s short enough to submit to Beneath Ceaseless Skies. A bit disturbing to discover how much I could trim without materially altering the story.

Finally, in business-of-writing news, I learned a month or two ago that Amazon now allows self-publishers to make ebooks that are available in the Amazon-exclusive KDP program also available to libraries.

This spurred me to put my m/m and m/m/f books on Draft2Digital for those sweet, sweet library circs. I’m not entirely sure how this system works, because when I look at the Overdrive site it tells me that my books are not available at any libraries, but when I look at the Draft2Digital site, it tells me that I’ve made more than $50 this month and $40 of it has been through Overdrive… A mystery! Clearly the left hand and the right hand are not communicating! As long as I get my money in the end I don’t mind.

The terms of the KDP contract also allow writers to sell paperback books wherever they wish, so the m/m and m/m/f books are now available in paperback from various retailers. The paperbacks at these other outlets are uniformly more expensive than the Amazon paperbacks, because the Draft2Digital paperbacks would have been taking a loss at the Amazon prices. (Possibly Amazon is taking a loss on every self-published paperback in order to wickedly undercut the rest of the self-publishing market? Unclear.)

As KDP is currently responsible for more than half my writing income, I feel leery of leaving it to publish my books wide. However, an experiment might be possible. Take a book from KDP for a 90-day period (KDP operates on 90-day periods), put it up on Draft2Digital, and see how the numbers compare. If the Draft2Digital numbers are terrible, I could always remove the ebook from the verboten retailers and pop it back into KDP.
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Fandom: Heated Rivalry
Characters/Pairings: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Svetlana Vetrova, Yuna Hollander
Rating: Explicit
Length: 6087
Content Notes: no AO3 warnings apply. Shane is probably unfaithful to Rose - he doesn't seem to think their relationship's over at that point in the fic.
Creator Links: tackytiger on AO3
Themes: Pining, Ambiguous relationships, (not really) Unrequited love, Unreliable narrator, Canon LGBTQ+ characters

Summary: Does it count as Shane Hollander walking Ilya like a dog if Ilya buckles the collar on himself and hands Hollander the leash?

Reccer's Notes: Tackytiger describes the fic as a small character piece looking at Ilya's feelings at various points in his life. It's not tagged for "pining" but to me, that's very much part of Ilya's feelings. There are dog metaphors throughout, with young Ilya longing for a dog (but knowing his father would never allow it), then, in the Rose era, Ilya longs for Shane and snatches any scrap of Shane he can. It ends at the Cottage with their relationship restored and acknowledged, but there's still a sense of Ilya being dependent on Shane's attention and affection, still feeling like a stray who got lucky. Poignant, and really well written.

Fanwork Links: Lick, Lick - locked to AO3.
And there's a podfic by me.

Monday Word: Olio

Aug. 31st, 2026 07:04 am
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olio [oh-lee-oh]

noun
1. a dish of many ingredients.

2, a mixture of heterogeneous elements; hodgepodge.

3. a medley or potpourri, as of musical or literary selections; miscellany.

4. Theater. a specialty act performed downstage while the upstage set is changed.

a performance, as a musical number, presented between scenes or acts.

drop scene.

a program of variety acts, especially the second half of a minstrel show.

examples
1. While the Kinshaya envoy, Patriarch Radrigi, remained conspicuously mute, the Gorn, Tholian, and Breen diplomats filled the room with a discordant olio of hisses, chirps and clicks, and electronic warbles. Star Trek: Typhon Pact: Rough Beasts of Empire, David R. George III 2011
2. After the first part came an olio in which were some fine singing, dancing, juggling and other work. Dick Prescott's First Year at West Point by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock

origin
1635–45; < Spanish olla pot, stew < Latin olla, ōla pot, jar
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2026/121: The Salt King — Natasha Pulley
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Avelyn thought of saints in paintings again. There were often other paintings hidden underneath that final layer of colour. You could see them under the right kind of light, those deeper iterations where the saint was not smiling, or where instead of cotton, they wore armour. The more time he spent with Jericho, the more he saw flashes of armour. [loc. 4493]

Avelyn Brocken is a Jesuit priest, 'sent from the Vatican to investigate something that was either miraculous or requiring an exorcist'. He is the only person in the Vatican who speaks Hreod -- the language of Hreodwater, a remote and inaccessible place somewhere in East Anglia that does not appear on any maps, contains the most valuable salt mine in Europe, is a place of pilgrimage, and seems to have been the site of a miracle. Read more... )

Bingo Card

Aug. 31st, 2026 11:30 am
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September's [community profile] allbingo challenge is for Life Events.  I've used the emotions card:


ContemptInadequate
HelplessnessGratitude

last day blurty

Aug. 31st, 2026 04:46 pm
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pls excuse the ramble

ramble like bramble )

Monday 31/08/2026

Aug. 31st, 2026 12:10 pm
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1) a hot shower

2) working on my crochet projects

3) hubby's dad is coming over for dinner

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The Heiress of Northanger Abbey

by Nancy Bilyeau
September 1, 2026 · Admiral Road Books
Historical: EuropeanRomance

This guest review comes from Lisa! A longtime romance aficionado and frequent commenter to SBTB, Lisa is a queer Latine critic with a sharp tongue and lots of opinions. She frequently reviewed at All About Romance and Women Write About Comics, where she’s on staff, and you can catch her at _@‌thatbouviergirl on Twitter. There, she shares good reviews, bracing industry opinions and thoughtful commentary when she’s not on her grind looking for the next good freelance job.

The Heiress of Northanger Abbey is a terribly wonderful little continuation of Northanger Abbey. Throwing itself full-heartedly into the lives of Catherine and Henry years after their first encounter, it shows us a Catherine determined to regain her sense of adventure while dealing with motherly worries, while Henry tries to keep up. Readers should expect Catherine to remain her dramatic self — which might grate upon a reader’s nerves – and Henry to be at his eternally-logical and reasoned best.

We open with Catherine – who has been a Tilney for some time now. It is 1820, and Henry has become the rector of Woodston; they’ve raised their family happily together in a cottage. In the twenty years that have passed, Eleanor has become the Viscountess Granville, and Frederick Tilney has married Aurelia. At a family dinner held at Northanger Abbey, Catherine reads a letter her spirited eldest daughter, Phoebe, sent to Henry and suddenly Catherine’s merry, calm world tips off its axis.

Phoebe, it seems, has been introduced to the Thorpe family while on a long-dreamed-of tour of the continent, horrifying Catherine, who naturally cannot forget her past with John and Isabella. When Catherine has a vision of her daughter being manipulated into a romance by her former rivals, Henry and Catherine head off to Bath to intercept their child.
Catherine learns just before they’re set to go that Aurelia wishes for Phoebe to be named the heiress of Northanger Abbey. That will make her rich beyond her years and experience – and make her subject to a curse that still leaves Catherine trembling. It will also leave her prone to fortune hunters of all sorts, the kind of sharps who would gladly suck a sweet-natured girl like Phoebe dry.

Catherine is driven by a fear of both of those things when she goes searching for her daughter out in Bath, smelling a rat but hoping she’s mistaken. When they connect with Phoebe again, she has become friends with Isabella’s daughter, Charlotte, and begun a gentle flirtation with her son, Sam. While Catherine tries to protect Phoebe from Isabella, it seems death, mystery and romance stalk Phoebe — leaving Catherine to wonder how much of it is all in her head.

So many bits of The Heiress of Northanger Abbey sing out loud. Catherine has a wonderfully dramatic point of view, and her love of Henry shines through with her every action. If you loved their romance in the original book you’ll enjoy seeing it in a ripened, more mature form; they work together in partnership, with Henry being the more calmly cautious of the two.

Catherine has managed to become a fine rector’s wife, but both she and Henry know she’s traded in part of her romantic, adventurous being to become this staid figure in the public sphere. Her quirks are also delightful. I was entirely amused by her being horrified by Phoebe’s desire for a bohemian life, trying to direct her away from free love and to more staid examples.

The way the book wove in contemporary-to-Catherine scandals about Byron and Shelley was a terrible lot of fun, and I loved her deep adoration of trashy gothic novels — and how they continue to form her. It even provides a door for Isabella to reenter her life, though I will not reveal how that goes. Catherine is one of the best “reading” heroines of all time, and it’s wonderful and fitting that she still loves a good yarn.

Naturally, the book settles into a vampiric theme: John Polidori and his vampyres float in the background as romance and danger set in. But another man – Lord Pomeroy – sparks Catherine’s worst suspicions about Isabella, and he is seductive, in turns both wicked and smooth. Soon enough – much to the delight of this reader – Catherine’s spying and crawling through the climbs of Isabella’s home, overhearing snippets of conversations which might mean doom for Phoebe’s newfound friendships. In spite of her aching bones and forty-year-old limbs, she manages to acquaint herself with the drama and passion of life.

Phoebe is a delightful character: stubborn, alive and living, dreaming of a wider world that’s not incredibly stifled by social politeness. And it’s nice to see all of the other living characters from Northanger Abbey, no matter how briefly.

Catherine does have a real mystery to solve here, and the stakes are pretty high. One cannot entirely predict the ending: we have a feeling for who the bad actors are, but we have no idea how and why they have aligned themselves until all is revealed in a sickening rush. There’s vindication for our beloved heroine afoot, though I naturally will not reveal the particulars.

My only real criticism of the book is that I would’ve liked a little bit more of John; he barely appears in the story before vanishing into the mists of the narrative, leaving Isabella in charge and an interesting divot where he could have done something more as a character. I was also annoyed that a pivotal character was introduced so deep into the story, but once I met him I couldn’t be TOO furious.

I’ve never found Catherine’s melodrama irritating, though others have poo poo’d it. A lot of my enjoyment of this book hung upon Catherine, and I loved spending hours with her again. Between these pages, both she and her daughter bloom. I hope for a sequel featuring her tart-tongued youngest, Susan. The Heiress of Northanger Abbey is a perfect fall read, filled with romantic plots, horrifying villains and a shockingly passionate but twisted plot that will leave the reader gasping. Go gothic this fall and enjoy every single page of it.

I'm not stopping in my prime

Aug. 31st, 2026 04:56 am
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Tonight at Insomnia Cookies I watched a trio of very freshmen attempt the most mathematically inept bribery it has been my privilege to try to keep a straight face over. "I have a full scholarship to Boston University!" declared a person who was trying to offer five bucks under the table for a cookie that could have been legitimately purchased for two ninety-nine. She insisted on using all of her pocket change despite the counterman's heroic efforts. "God bless you! God bless this store! We're coming back here every day! We'll send our friends!" We had made sympathetic eye contact during the phase of negotiations which involved the other employee of the night, a disembodied voice emerging indistinctly from behind the oven racks. I think I got free ice cream for just not being eighteen.

My father has finally shut down the house servers that for thirty-one years supported my family's e-mail. I had assumed for years that I would inherit their maintenance, but the relentlessness of cybercrime and bots and algorithmically accelerating spam mounted past the capacities of a digitally fluent private citizen. It is the end of an era and one that feels choked out by corporations rather than naturally concluding. I had grown used to a personal e-mail address that hummed out of a rack in a basement. It went with the oscilloscopes, the soldering irons, the DC meters, the Geiger counter.

I heard earlier this week that David Kopaska-Merkel had died. He was one of the earliest editors to publish my poetry, including my one award-winning poem in Dreams and Nightmares #63 in 2002. We had not been in touch for years for no better reason than that I have not been in touch with most people for years and I hate the thought of him and his poems and his forty-year-old digest-sized magazine no longer in the world.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) feels occasionally like the one queer generational marker I share. Partly I grew up with it at the pre-VHS second hand of Bill Henkin's The Rocky Horror Picture Show Book (1979) which I would peruse in much the same way as The Complete Plays of Gilbert & Sullivan (1941); the real person of my mother's cousin had documented and celebrated its cult, but it almost never occurred to me as a child that I could see the movie itself. I don't know if the Brandeis shadowcast still calls itself Orgy in a Sock, but for three and a half years their semesterly performances in Schwartz Auditorium were one of the central events of my major friend group. It took until senior year for one of my first college friends to commit to wearing a corset. Another refined his drag down to the miscalculation of shaving his arms. To the best of my knowledge the couple who hooked up at our last spring show—he made an unparalleled virgin in the squarest of boomer sports jackets and ties and nothing but heart-printed boxers underneath—remain married with child. The hallmate who had to imitate an orgasm emitted a memorable batlike squeak. I attended the first time in black jeans and a black silk shirt and experimentally a borrowed and ornamental bra, but my standard costume emerged as a black half-slip and camisole, fishnet stockings and black jazz boots, the most femme ensemble I have ever donned for fun in my life. I walked three miles and climbed through a second-story window in it, too. If I could get one, I carried a pomegranate to the Halloween showings, initiatory Persephone. I continued the tradition into my truncated grad school career, including the time we put the movie on in the inexpressibly grody rec room and I did most of the callbacks. I can't make it not sound trite that it was transformative, but there has never been another space in my life where I went around in women's underwear.

For everyone who remembers the glories of Harry Hilfinger et al.'s "Obey Your Air Raid Warden" (1942), [personal profile] a_reasonable_man just sent me an article by Hilfinger about its creation. "For those who might ask how we matched the lip movements to the sound track during editing, we can say it was just a matter of reading lip movements on a Moviola film editor and positioning the sound track accordingly. Each scene had to be synced separately, of course. It was not possible to use the professional clap boards for a picture of this sort."

The thing is that it has generally been a steamroller of a summer and the fact that the light has flicked over such that I expect even after twenty years to be heading to classes any second now has not reduced the bituminous compacting feeling. I have been listening to Dolores Gray at the 1987 Royal Variety Performance with "I'm Still Here." I had known that most of her career was UK-based, but had not then understood that she would be existentially obliged to turn up in Doctor Who.

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  then laid bare like a turnip
    can easily be cut out at last
but even then the danger isn't past.
   That man lives best who's fain
 to live half mad, half sane.
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