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Except, Mikey's texting, fingers and thumbs flying, chin on his chest and reflected words flashing up on his glasses. He's also smiling, the smallest, barest twitch of a smile. Frank crosses his arms across his chest and announces, "You ate my food."

Mikey doesn't look up as he says, "The canon needed ammo."

"You did that without me?" Frank protests, and then catches himself, because his oranges. Though, that doesn't explain the fake bacon.

"We experimented with aerodynamics, to see if a tail made a difference," Mikey says, as if he's tapped into Frank's thoughts. Hell, maybe he has. Deciding to test that theory, Frank starts to think about Gerard - in detail and glorious close-up. Mikey stops texting, looking thoughtful. "We're trying real bacon next time, to see if density makes a difference. And that's fucking disgusting."

"What is?" Gerard asks, stumbling into the lounge. He's pulled on yesterday's - last week's - last month's - outfit and is scratching at his balls through his jeans, his eyes mostly closed.

"Frank was thinking about you naked," Mikey says, going back to his frantic texting, and then, "Pete says next time think harder."


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Aug. 20th, 2017 05:21 pm
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I've had mail from [personal profile] dine and [personal profile] sperrywink lately. Thank you both so very much!

We had plans last Monday. For the first time in a while we had nearly a full day to ourselves, the only thing planned was a meet up with Corey, have dinner and then go pay the bond for his new place. Then James got sick. He's got a chest infection, so the bond got paid over the phone and he's pretty much slept since then. He's on antibiotics and an inhaler, so hopefully will start feeling better soon.

Then mam also got a chest infection, but of course with her it was much more serious and she barely escaped being sent to hospital again.

The gym is still going well. The attendant told me last week weekend afternoons tended to be really quiet, and she was right as last Sunday I pretty much had the place to myself. Which meant I got to try out new machines that I wasn't confident about. The rowers were hard, though I think my technique could have been at fault there. I'm very dubious about the cross trainer as it felt like I was going to be thrown off, and the stair climber kills me! But I've used the later two a few more times since then, though I haven't tried the rower again.

James has been nominated for an award at work, so we have invites to a glitzy do at the end of October. Which is great, but we both need evening dress. I don't have evening dress. Sigh.

Game of Thrones is making me happy this season. Also concerned as I get the horrible feeling bad things are going to happen -- because it's Game of Thrones and bad things always happen. cut for spoilers )

I'm also continuing to love Killjoys and last week Masterchef Australia started, episode 1 of no doubt 7076720 and the start of the slow slide into autumn and winter, when the winner will finally be revealed. What with that, the Strictly celebs being announced and Bake Off being advertised it really does feel like the media autumn is within touching distance. I still don't like Bake Off in on C4, though. That is so wrong.

I've been to see Everything, Everything and The Dark Tower recently. The first was okay, the second. Well, that's a few hours of my life I'll never get back.

I'm off to a party tonight, but hopefully will catch up on reading/comments tomorrow.
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Title: all empires, made of paper
Rating: R/Mature
Pairing: Joe Trohman/Gabe Saporta
Summary: AU. one-shot. People older than them talk about a place that used to exist. The United States of America. Grown ups remember it; to everyone else, it's just a story. And not even a very good one.
Warnings: language? middling-to-very explicit mentions of consensual bloodplay.
Notes: the product of several conversations, centering on the lamentable lack of gabe/joe in the world. and the need for "less high melodrama bloodplay". this hits the first, and...maybe the second. i'll get around to posting it on ao3 soon, but have it here in the meantime.



the city—it was still and clean, new and clean, bright and clean and clean and clean as the blood on my face )
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She's not scared, though.

Everyone's fine except Poison, and Ray tells her he's had worse.

So there's really nothing to be scared about, and she's not.

She's seven now, probably, or close enough that she's too old to be scared of stupid stuff like that. Definitely too old to be scared of the dark. Ray doesn't say anything when she creeps into his room that night, though - just scoots over on the mattress and tucks his hair behind him so it's not taking up the whole pillow.

When Poison finally wakes up the next afternoon, wrecked and pale, the first thing he says is: "Shitfucking cocksucker."

The second thing, after Kobra tells him what happened, is: "We gotta teach the kid how to drive."


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content note: discussion of nazis and antisemitism

This is a book about the history of nationalism (and attending fascism/racism/nazism) within the Mennonite confession. A good book, but a hard read - both because of the academic writing style and because of the uncomfortable contents.

Too much of Mennonite history is presented kind of as a hagiography: look at all the ways our ancestors have nobly suffered over the years for their morals and their faith! I think this is an important reminder that we are not exempt from sometimes being really terrible too, just because we also have a history of having been persecuted.

Mennonites like to think we have always been separate from the world, but during the general rise in nationalist sentiments in the 19th and 20th centuries, many Mennonites went right along with it. Of course, what nation we were being nationalist for varied: are we German, or are we Dutch, or are we Russian, or are we our own Mennonite nation? The answer to this question swung in various directions depending on political expedience.

And along with the rise in nationalism came a decreased commitment to pacifism within the Mennonite community (at least in Europe), which was really surprising to me, but perhaps shouldn't have been. I've always been taught that pacifism is one of the doctrines that sets the Mennonite denomination apart from other denominations. We're one of the Historic Peace Churches and all! But among some groups there was all sorts of frantic back-pedalling from the historic association of Mennonites with nonresistance, arguing that if one is really committed to being part of your country then of course you must be willing to defend it (which means fight in your country's army, whatever that army happens to be doing, even if it isn't technically defense). Including one suggestion that doing so doesn't break with what the original Anabaptists meant by their pacifism, because defending your country isn't the same thing as spreading your faith by the sword. Wow.

And then we get to the Nazi era and the political expedient of what to be nationalist for swung more firmly towards being German. After all, we were held up as the Aryan ideal! More pure than most Germans, maintaining this purity even when living in diaspora! There's even this whole alarming discussion about how we were seen as the anti-Jew: a wandering people, but the good ones.

I've noticed some parallels between Jewish identity and Mennonite identity before, and it was kind of awful to see that the parallels were brought up historically by Nazis to support antisemitism, when that is the opposite of how I would personally use the parallels.

Of course not all Mennonites - not even all Mennonites who lived in Germany - repudiated pacifism or supported Nazism, but a really disheartening number did. I have a Nazi relative namechecked in this book, even. And Mennonites personally materially benefited from the genocide of the Jews, with land and other possessions. We were complicit in the atrocities perpetrated, and in some cases actively participated in the atrocities.

And then of course in the post-war period there was a whole bunch of denial of germanness (we're not German, because that would mean being stuck in post-war Germany and being held accountable, and we're not Russian, because that would mean repatriation to the Soviet Union and that doesn't sound like a good idea, so let's try out claiming being Dutch! And if that doesn't work then obviously we are our own Mennonite nationality!) as well as denial of any culpability. And Mennonites did a pretty good job of distancing our reputation from both of these things - I mean, the popular conception of Mennonites these days is of technology-avoidant North American farmers. And we did a great job of denying it internally too. Even now if you check out GAMEO (the online Mennonite encyclopedia), the article about one strongly pro-Nazi Mennonite I looked up says nothing about all his Nazi-supporting activities and instead talks about the many ways in which he was a wonderful person who did wonderful things. Gross.

It's interesting to me, the way that this book demonstrates a link between nationalism and the sense of being part of a global Mennonite church body. I've always seen the latter as a positive thing: instead of being insularly focused on other Mennonites who are Like Us, we are reminded of our connection with many different kinds of Mennonites all around the world. And I think it is a positive thing these days when we're actually willing to admit people of colour as being equal coreligionists instead of only counting the white people, but it definitely did not start with a goal I would personally find laudable.

Anyway, the book does manage to end on a positive note, which is impressive given the general tenor of most of the content of the book. It ends by reminding us that, as Mennonitism has had a multiplicity of shifting identities and priorities in the past, so it continues to change now and can continue to do so into the future, and we are not bound by the awful things Mennonites have been and done in the past - we can be better.

Which is a timely reminder, given that we are living in an era when Nazism is rising again. It's time to be better than our past!

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Aug. 11th, 2017 04:41 pm
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To update on the gym situation. I went to the induction yesterday and everything went very well.

Not that it got to a good start as we weren't booked on the system, but one of the men who worked in the gym was there and happy to give us the tour and work on our goals and memberships.

In all that took around 3 hours, and he was great. He did have some extreme views about nutrition and how often that could help when medicine can't. But, at the same time, he admitted that the views were extreme, and kept saying we had to research everything and not take his -- or anyone's -- word as gospel.

He made me feel really relaxed and worked out a programme for both me and James based on what he thought we could manage. Mine includes the recumbent bike, the treadmill, and leg strength work on the weight machines. When he was showing us the equipment he said he could tell I'd relaxed because when I was on the bike I was smiling, and I was. No one was looking, no one gave a damn that I was sitting there and doing exercise in a gym. It was just good and achievable and I felt a foot taller when leaving.

Then later we called into the local gym I'm going to be using -- the induction was done at the bigger one the next town over -- and I gave my workout a try. I also checked out where the lockers were, the changing room situation, doing those little things that had been worrying me, like starting machines off on my own.

Then this morning I walked down on my own and spent a good hour doing my own thing. And again, no one was laughing or looking and I just got on with things. I even tried out the arm weight machines and felt comfortable and happy as I moved to each new thing. I bought myself a water bottle but must remember a small towel next time because I had to keep wiping the seats off with the edge of my t-shirt which really wasn't a good look.

But I did it, and am chuffed at myself.

Thank you to everyone who gave advice and encouragement in my last post. Yesterday was the first time I'd ever stepped foot in a gym, and it was hard and scary. But today it wasn't at all, and I'd have never have got to that point without all of your help.

Oh, and this is the outfit I went with in the end. Modelled just after I'd left the blood donation place.

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