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Title: Verification
Fandom: FAKE
Author: [personal profile] badly_knitted
Characters: JJ, Ted, Janet, Chief Smith, Ryo, Drake, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: It’s all over the news; a cop has fallen to his death while chasing a suspect. The news reports are inconclusive; it could be Ryo or Drake, and JJ is desperate to find out for sure.
Word Count: 2145
Content Notes: None necessary.
Written For: Challenge 201: Amnesty, using Challenge # 43: Not What It Looks Like.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.

Verification... )

after the Big Buddha, a nunnery

Aug. 23rd, 2017 11:00 am
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It was largely deserted at the nunnery, because most of its residents were at the festival we'd just left. There was one nun just outside the gate pounding corn with a very large pestle. Inside the monastery complex water ran down the hillside, through wooden pipes, to a collection point.

water pipes

The prayer hall was small but charming, with pictures of the Dalai Lama.

As ever, everything was colourful and full of pleasing light and shadows.

nuns' colours


nuns and roses )

excitement on the beach

Aug. 23rd, 2017 10:45 am
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Beach #oftheday #airambulancenotpictured #tywyn

Due to the vagaries of teenagers, we didn't get a family outing on the steam train yesterday afternoon, but we did manage a family walk to the beach and back.

The weather was warm and quite sunny, though there were lots of clouds, so many other families were at the beach. But it's a big beach so there was plenty of room for everyone. I went for maximum Englishness and rolled up my trousers for a paddle. Afterwards we found signs warning of lesser weaver fish which bury themselves in the sand and sting unsuspecting bare feet with spines along their backs. Fortunately, no stinging happened in the making of this story.

What did happen was the arrival of an air ambulance. There were a couple of ambulances up on the esplanade, lights flashing, but no great fuss (at least not visible from the beach). Then a helicopter flew over the beach, and of course everyone stopped to stare. Not being from around these parts, it was not obvious to us that the livery was air ambulance, but the clues started when it slowly got lower and lower and looked distinctly like it was going to land not far from us on the sand. And it did. No fuss. Everyone standing watching, but everything seeming calm and like this happens all the time. Two paramedics got out and, once the helicopter had taken off again, walked up the beach and up the steps to the esplanade.

Of course I know that helicopters take off vertically, of course I've seen it on TV, but I've never stood so close and watched it happen in real life. It's like magic. As soon as it was a safe distance away a group of small boys rushed over to examine the tracks its feet (what are those things called?) had left in the sand. I was charmed by their mix of playfulness and curiosity.

abrinsky's photo:

Today on #tywyn beach: shore view

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Aug. 23rd, 2017 01:26 am
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Fucking done with this whole mindset where I constantly mentally review who can/will read any of my necessary venting on various social media to see if I feel like I can say a damn thing; fucking done with imagining the nastiest and most dismissive shit coming from the people I'm closest to; fucking done with which things it is I feel I have to hide.

"I've got nothing better to do than stalk you and make fun of you for any emotional vulnerability" is bad friendship, I don't care where you learnt it, stop.

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Aug. 22nd, 2017 10:08 pm
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Just under 300 words left to somehow remove from this story and then it will be ready for proofing and I am prioritising things all wonky but I don't fucking care. Just work on what I can work on.


I've not eaten enough today and the gym was an annoying disaster (well, not "disaster" but I had to drop triceps from the workout because my elbow tendons were hurting) and I have a headache and feel mental, but the proof copy of Heavy arrived and it looks pretty good? (voici) so I will be releasing that very soon.


hurried off on a horrible packed train to go meet Aaron to pick up this microphone and arrived too early so hid myself in the basement of a costa near London Bridge and did a bit of vague promo work for the PIG BOOK / SAD SPIES book and then stood outside the gallery watching people on bikes, blah blah, but I did a) get my microphone b) get a hug from aaron c) get my brain into another hole about how I can't people well d) find the Old Operating Theatre Museum for future reference

Also I nearly deleted my entire store of book ideas which would have been PROBLEMATIC

but I didn't. I read about East London's most enduring and beloved Yiddish-promoting poet, and wrote a poet myself (not in Yiddish) and now I only have 300 words to remove from that story.

A Charioteer fan a solid 14 years my junior is having a conversation with me about 20th Century homosexual history (she rather more articulately than me, as is usually the case) and also recced me this fic, which is so far reasonably in-character with only minor niggles but unfortunately it hits me in the feels and after the accidental feels-fest attached to a bedtime story for Liza I am NOT OPEN TO HAVING ANY MORE FEELINGS ABOUT ANYTHING

and i have a headache

In-laws so confusing

Aug. 22nd, 2017 02:54 pm
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I... really don't understand how my wife's family works. As evidenced by this chain of emails that started with a photo my Sister-in-law sent of a white Beats-branded USB cable.

Not our cable! Because we'd know if we owned something like that. But no. Clearly this is something that's up to debate rather than a fact - and my SIL is not planning on losing a debate with her little sister. It went something like this:

SIL: You forgot this cable. Should I send it?
Wife: That's not ours.
SIL: It is yours.
W: No, it's not.
SIL: Well, my son saw you use this cable, so it must be yours.
Wife: No, we used a cable with the same color that we brought back home with us.
SIL: Oh well you must've grabbed it from the cabin.
Wife: We really didn't.
Me: What is happening.
SIL: It says 'Beats'
Wife: We don't have any white Beats cable.
SIL: (We'll see about that. *hands over*)
Me: What. Is. Happening?!?!
Wife: *shrug* Welcome to my family this is a thing here.


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