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kaberettO dear, eheu, oi moi, etc. A wailing and a gnashing of teeth!1
I am awake. It is three in the morning. This is sub-optimal. It is especially sub-optimal because my sleep cycle has been kind of shot recently2, and tonight I actually got to bed by about 10.30.
Why, then, am I not asleep?
Because I have been coughing so hard that my eyes are getting bloodshot, my sternum hurts when I breathe, and surgery scars are acting up. It is not fun okay.
Therefore I shall offer you evidence of my doings in times recent. The journal of the thrice-esteemednoldo contains one conversation and one perplexed clementine. Below the cut you will find an (unbeta'd, concrit welcome) A:tLA fic. And, do you know, between that and coughing and watching this Dr Who fanvid on loop, that's about all I've been up to.
1 Teeth? Will be provided.
2 Winning combination of grief and stress and depression. See also: reasons I have not been terribly social.
Title: um um um will think of one eventually
Characters Katara, Mai, Toph, Smellerbee, Suki, Kana (Gram-Gram), Sokka
Rating um what does menstruation even count as?
Summary A proposed solution to another of life's great mysteries, namely, how one deals with menstruation when one spends one's life on a flying bison. And other stories.
Notes I am utterly convinced that Mai has some kind of chronic gynaecological disorder okay
Katara
"Now, Katara," says Gram-Gram, briskly, "it won't be long before you start your monthlies. The Moon pulls at the tides, and she pulls at us too, and the upshot is that – sooner or later – you'll begin bleeding. Usually I talk about mosses, but for you... well, when I was a girl we always envied the water-benders. I'll try to tell you what I remember of the technique."
Later, Katara finds she's spending most of her time half a mile up on the back of a bison. She often has cause to reflect gratefully on that conversation.
Mai
Mai grits her teeth and repeats the form past the burning ache in her belly. Her blade hits the target; she's baffled, briefly, by the simultaneous starburst spike of pain in her hip; and then she slips into a defensive stance, low to the ground, second nature. Balance is imperative: in your steel and in your self. Show no weakness. Show no fear. Don't let anyone notice. Don't let Azula notice. She wonders, dimly and darkly, whether this is what the fire-benders mean when they wax poetic on the physical warmth of perfect control. She rather suspects that it isn't.
Toph
"Katara," whispers Toph, in the depths of the night, when the boys – she can feel – are asleep. She waits. She listens. She sighs. She crooks her finger – just so – and: "Katara," she hisses, and this time she gets a reply. "I need to talk to you," she says. "About... girl stuff," and just like that Katara's in full-blown bustling mothering mode, and for once Toph doesn't mind: the irritating mind-reading routine is surprisingly welcome when she doesn't know the words and she's scared because no-one ever told her this could happen.
Smellerbee
I know. I know it doesn't matter what other people think of me. Doesn't help much, though, does it, not right now - this ain't thoughts, it's facts - facts and betrayal. (we know all about that) My flippin body and I can't even stop it. I wouldn't mind it so much if I could choose, you know? Or even if I knew when it was going to happen. Think that's the thing I miss most about the hide-out, even. Well, that and – anyway. Wasn't always much to eat, wasn't great in the wet, but at least there wasn't this.
Suki
Three weeks after their home is finished, Suki hears a squawk and has a premonition, followed shortly by a Sokka sidling sheepishly in. "Don't tell me you've never seen used rags before," she says: "You do have a sister." "In point of fact," he replies indignantly, "I haven't. I was scared! What if you were dying! – Promise me you'll tell me if you're dying." "... Sokka," she says, "Katara must have done something." "Whatever it was, it wasn't that," he says, and she's got a horrible feeling she can hear cogs whirring.
I am awake. It is three in the morning. This is sub-optimal. It is especially sub-optimal because my sleep cycle has been kind of shot recently2, and tonight I actually got to bed by about 10.30.
Why, then, am I not asleep?
Because I have been coughing so hard that my eyes are getting bloodshot, my sternum hurts when I breathe, and surgery scars are acting up. It is not fun okay.
Therefore I shall offer you evidence of my doings in times recent. The journal of the thrice-esteemed
noldo contains one conversation and one perplexed clementine. Below the cut you will find an (unbeta'd, concrit welcome) A:tLA fic. And, do you know, between that and coughing and watching this Dr Who fanvid on loop, that's about all I've been up to.1 Teeth? Will be provided.
2 Winning combination of grief and stress and depression. See also: reasons I have not been terribly social.
Title: um um um will think of one eventually
Characters Katara, Mai, Toph, Smellerbee, Suki, Kana (Gram-Gram), Sokka
Rating um what does menstruation even count as?
Summary A proposed solution to another of life's great mysteries, namely, how one deals with menstruation when one spends one's life on a flying bison. And other stories.
Notes I am utterly convinced that Mai has some kind of chronic gynaecological disorder okay
Katara
"Now, Katara," says Gram-Gram, briskly, "it won't be long before you start your monthlies. The Moon pulls at the tides, and she pulls at us too, and the upshot is that – sooner or later – you'll begin bleeding. Usually I talk about mosses, but for you... well, when I was a girl we always envied the water-benders. I'll try to tell you what I remember of the technique."
Later, Katara finds she's spending most of her time half a mile up on the back of a bison. She often has cause to reflect gratefully on that conversation.
Mai
Mai grits her teeth and repeats the form past the burning ache in her belly. Her blade hits the target; she's baffled, briefly, by the simultaneous starburst spike of pain in her hip; and then she slips into a defensive stance, low to the ground, second nature. Balance is imperative: in your steel and in your self. Show no weakness. Show no fear. Don't let anyone notice. Don't let Azula notice. She wonders, dimly and darkly, whether this is what the fire-benders mean when they wax poetic on the physical warmth of perfect control. She rather suspects that it isn't.
Toph
"Katara," whispers Toph, in the depths of the night, when the boys – she can feel – are asleep. She waits. She listens. She sighs. She crooks her finger – just so – and: "Katara," she hisses, and this time she gets a reply. "I need to talk to you," she says. "About... girl stuff," and just like that Katara's in full-blown bustling mothering mode, and for once Toph doesn't mind: the irritating mind-reading routine is surprisingly welcome when she doesn't know the words and she's scared because no-one ever told her this could happen.
Smellerbee
I know. I know it doesn't matter what other people think of me. Doesn't help much, though, does it, not right now - this ain't thoughts, it's facts - facts and betrayal. (we know all about that) My flippin body and I can't even stop it. I wouldn't mind it so much if I could choose, you know? Or even if I knew when it was going to happen. Think that's the thing I miss most about the hide-out, even. Well, that and – anyway. Wasn't always much to eat, wasn't great in the wet, but at least there wasn't this.
Suki
Three weeks after their home is finished, Suki hears a squawk and has a premonition, followed shortly by a Sokka sidling sheepishly in. "Don't tell me you've never seen used rags before," she says: "You do have a sister." "In point of fact," he replies indignantly, "I haven't. I was scared! What if you were dying! – Promise me you'll tell me if you're dying." "... Sokka," she says, "Katara must have done something." "Whatever it was, it wasn't that," he says, and she's got a horrible feeling she can hear cogs whirring.
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Date: 2011-12-13 03:17 am (UTC)IDIOTICUS:
To nouns that cannot be declined
The neuter gender is assigned
Bebop, bebop
Examples fas and nefas give
And the Verb-Noun Infinitive
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Date: 2011-12-13 05:21 am (UTC)I really wish we got to see more of Smellerbee in the series. Also that does rather seem like Sokka's response. I am amused.
Because it is kind of on-topic, a friend and I were having a conversation this evening about, essentially, wouldn't it be neat if one could just change sex at will, and it was pointed out that even cis people might find this useful as a way to avoid their periods, especially if they had particularly bad ones. But we weren't sure if this issue would lead to very messy effects when one switched from male to female, and whether hadn't one better do that over a toilet, in case a whole period or several tried to come out all at once?
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Date: 2011-12-13 11:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-13 12:26 pm (UTC)Have however just been to see a GP & am now under strict instructions to max out on salbutamol (Ventolin) & been written a scrip for a short course of antibiotics...
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Date: 2012-05-03 07:02 am (UTC)