The Third episode of that fine niche internet content, the Harumichi Balto AU, as sponsored by @rhiorhino ! 2,200 words.
Nenana may have been heaven, for all the people in the town were anxious to hear of it. Day after day, the town gathered around the small wooden building where messages were taken in sharp morse code, each bright beep a mark of hope, a wish set on it like a star in the sky.
And for days, there was nothing. Some of this was to be expected, of course. It took days to get to Nenana, even using the very fastest dogs all of Alaska might have to offer, and yet it seemed as if no one in town, human, dog, or cat, could take a full breath until they heard from Nenana that the team had arrived.
When the team arrived in Nenana, those little stars of sound seemed to fulfill all of their wishes. Fine brandies were poured into cocoas and coffees, and there were smiles and laughter in the houses, even if the shadows still lurked around the corners, licked by the flames but not defeated, watching. Waiting.
And then as the winter days drug on and on, the shadows began to advance. The light still hung out on the end of town, looking to lead the team home, but there were no sounds of barking on the wind, the only thing that cried from the icy plains were the long, aching howls of the wind, whipping up from the storms that were said to cover the trail, now.
The days went on, and the shadows lingered, and the laughter died as faces grew dim, and dour, and there was more hammering and sawing in the carpenter’s workshop, the metronome to a song no one wanted to hear.
My paypal got “limited” (read: banned) today and is on lockdown for 6 months. I haven’t used it recently and this comes as a surprise.
Been looking around and seems a lot of people have been banned too and the reason might be because of RedBubble filing copyright claims?
Has anyone has this problem as well? Do you use RedBubble?
ok i talked with more artists on twitter and two confirmed that paypal told them its copyright issues from redbubble and the rest have not been told anything but has a redbubble account linked with their paypal
take this information as you will but please look out
Called Paypal directly. Confirmed its RedBubble that caused my account to be permanently limited. They don’t know why (or wont tell) but told me that I’m not the only case that called them. IF you have a RedBubble account please look out. What I find the most disturbing is that I’ve checked my own RedBubble account and it has no warning or notification that they’ve done this to me and my stuff are still buyable ??
Imagine if we treated other things like we do astral signs
Omg you’re such a Wednesday’s child
Well there is a rhyme about that…
At some point people did.
Tell me 😃
This is the poem in question, and people have been using it for a long while (poem is attributed to 1500s old English) to give personality traits. So you know…
Uuuuggghhhh “expect severe power outages” is an attack against me, personally. They’re fucking shit at repairing stuff in my neighborhood too so here’s to at least a week or two with no got damned power after all this shit with Florence is done. Yay.
This is the ficlet I lost the other day, and then redid because someone seemed interested. Based on this fanart by @pplantkind
Emily, in general, loved her friends. They were funny and interesting, were quick to help her at picking at outfit for a date or with anything that happened at the school where they taught, had helped her get her apartment, and she was happy to have met them, when first she moved to London.
But, all of these things being true, their sole experience with butch lesbians was mainly contained to seeing Sue Perkins on the BBC, and, with this particular weakness in knowledge, Tracer’s new look that she had excitedly premiered last night had left them a bit shocked.
“Emily, what about that hair?” Poppy leaned over the table toward her. “She looks like a gay cockatoo.”
“And that jacket!” Harriet laughed. “Looks like a regular wasp.”
Emily opened her mouth to say something, but sat still, and decided to take a sip of her cider. Tracer was a dear thing, and she showed Emily such love and affection and warmth, but all those things being true, Emily could not think of a way to explain Tracer’s very particular sense of style, or why Emily found it endearing.
At least they hadn’t brought up the leggings.
“So how long you going to let her keep it, Em?”
Emily shook her head quietly. “It’s her hair, though. And amn’t I to be supportive?”
“Right, right, course,” Harriet tapped her hand, and smiled, “but you have feminine wiles.”
“Besides, you’re the one that has to be on her arm.” Poppy pointed out.
“Oh!” Harriet turned to Poppy, eyes wide. “Out to dinner with a bleedin’ anime character.”
“Can you imagine bringing her round the school like that?” Poppy laughed.
Harriet gasped. “The headmistress’d go blind.”
“Lena might be,” Poppy leaned toward Harriet, still laughing, “If she’s going round like that.”
And Emily could see Tracer, in her mind’s eye. Standing there, playing along as Harriet and Poppy teased her, but with her smile having faded just a little, thinking it wasn’t really a joke anymore, that Poppy and Harriet just thought she was hideous, and Emily…
“I think she’s cute! You’re only being horrid!” Emily’s voice was uncharacteristically fierce and loud, but then again, she was uncharacteristically annoyed and angry with Harriet and Poppy. And soon as she said it, she blushed intensely as the men at the table behind them turned to see what was the matter. “She was excited to show me,” she continued quietly but firmly, fiddling with her cider, “and I’ll no have you making her feel as if she shouldn’t have been.”
“We were only having a go, Emily.” Poppy said contritely.
“Sorry.” Harriet awkwardly shrugged. “ I do like Lena.”
“I love her,” Emily said, scaring her the same way it always did when it came out of her mouth, because it was almost too true to say, “She’s taken a wee bit of a bounce, lately, and she’s only trying to cheer herself.”
“I didn’t know.” Poppy stared into her beer, and then took a drink
Harriet looked over at her with regret, and then raised her hand. “I solemnly swear I will compliment that jacket, when next I see her.”
“Thank you.” Emily smiled. “She never has asked me to dress to twin her, at the least. We are lesbians, and it can be worse.”
The three girls erupted into laughter, together again, in a perfect harmony.
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