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Claim: Dr. Ryland Grace
Fandom: Project Hail Mary

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mxcatmoon

Title: Misty Taste of Moonshine
Fandom: Miami Vice
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: M
Words: 2405
Characters/Pairing: Sonny/Rico, Candy James, Mothman
Summary: Picture, if you will, Sonny and Rico, naked and crouched on either side of a heart-shaped bed, guns pointed… Could be Sonny’s worst nightmare, or a dream come true. He’s inclined to think the former, but Rico is taking advantage of opportunity.

Notes: Inspiration… good lord. Well, it all started with a comment on one of my fics on AO3 that quoted “Take me Home Country Roads,” where I then jokingly threatened to write a fic where S&R had to go to WV. So then, I was scrolling Tumblr when I saw a photo of a bedroom similar to the one described in this story. And then I started thinking about the time I visited WV myself. And Mothman (no, not visiting Mothman, just thinking about him). Oh yeah, and the time there was no room at the inn on another trip. Kind of an amalgam of many trips I took in my youth. You should probably be afraid to read this story, come to think of it.

( Misty Taste of Moonshine )

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mxcatmoon

God, I love this song. The mood it evokes, the soulful lyrics that tell an evocative story, her great voice... I can't believe I've never listened to Amanda's music before now.

I just started listening to more of her music due to this song, but it wasn't the first time I'd heard of her, ironically. Coincidentally, her song "Let It Rain" was featured in an episode of The Sentinel. That was back in the 1990s. Last year I came across someone on Tumblr asking if anyone could help them track down the original music that was used in two episodes of the series. Sadly, there are two songs that were substituted on the DVD releases. I was able to provide the info because my copies are from the original TV run. Amanda's song, "Let it Rain" was used in the broadcast airing of Pennies from Heaven," but isn't on the DVDs (it's also not listed at IMDB either, the replacement song is). The other song was a Depeche Mode song, from Sentinel Too, part one. There could be more replaced music, I guess. That was just the ones the poster noticed were released after the show aired, therefore couldn't have been the original music.

I'm so glad I have off-TV copies of most all my favorite TV shows (and that Miami Vice was so adamant all the original music would be included).

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Miami Vice music: AFAIK all the original music from the aired episodes is included on both the discs and the streaming versions. The one exception is the episode "Evan," which is not available for streaming anywhere and only on the discs. Supposedly, this is due to the one song they can't get streaming rights for, Biko, by Peter Gabriel. Some of us are skeptical that the song is the only reason the ep isn't streaming, though. It also deals with sensitive topics: homophobia and a gay cop (which is treated with amazing sensitivity for a 1980s show). It uses the F slur. And it's got a neo-Nazi group in it briefly -- but as for that, there's another more blatant one in a later episode dealing with Jewish people being killed so I would discount that as a reason.

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scifirenegade

It appears bots can create Dreamwidth accounts and spam entries. Just got one (transational_writes) which went on a Russian AI ramble on my review of The White Rose. Caught it immediately because, by sheer luck, I had mobile data on and got the comment email.

Stay alert, folks!

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evandar

Dear Author,

Thank you so much for writing for me! I'm really excited to see what you come up with.

This letter contains a list of Likes and DNWs as well as a couple of prompts. If none of the prompts catch your eye, then write whatever you like. As long as it doesn't hit any of my DNWs, we're good.

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And that's it! That's the letter. I'm really looking forward to seeing what you create for me. Have fun writing!

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melime

Title: Rescue these ungrateful plants
Fandom: Good Omens (book)
Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: T/Slash
Word count: 2008
Tags: Romantic Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, South Downs Cottage, I'm still here and will be forever
Summary: Crowley is having a bit of a talk with their garden, to ensure that their plants remain green and beautiful, but Aziraphale isn't entirely sure if he agrees with his tough love approach.
For

seasons_of_fandom's season 2, challenge #13, Earth Day.

Rescue these ungrateful plants

Aziraphale takes a glance out the window, to see the garden, or, more specifically, Crowley tending to the garden. Although tending to might not be the best way to put it, considering the way that Crowley does it. Aziraphale can't quite hear the words from there, since Crowley agreed to keep the shouting to a minimum, but he can still see the tense posture, the threatening demeanour, the wiggling finger. And of course, the trembling, terrified plants.

It's all posturing, really. He knows that Crowley isn't actually as tense as he pretends to be, or as stressed with his plants’ state. How had Crowley put it? He needed to keep up appearances for the plants, so that they would be properly motivated.

The reality is that he's quite proud of his garden, and will talk of his plants at length and to exhaustion - whether Aziraphale is actually paying attention to his words or not -, but only when he's out of earshot. In as much as one can be out of earshot of creatures that don't actually have anything resembling ears.

And he has every reason to be proud. Aziraphale hasn't seen such a lush garden since… well, they certainly don't need to talk about that. It's still the best garden in all of England, in his humble opinion. The judges of that pretentious magazine didn't agree to it, but Aziraphale suspects that they were biased towards flowers, while Crowley clearly prefers his greens.

Either that or they might have noticed the poor things trembling in terror. They had been quite afraid, even if I'm the end Crowley didn't make good on any of his many creative threats.

Aziraphale gives him a few more minutes, then takes pity on the poor plants. He does try not to undermine Crowley's authority with them, but it's hard not to feel a bit protective, even if Crowley insists that his tough love approach works. He grabs a bottle of white wine, not iced, of course, but miraculously kept at a perfect French wine cellar at the end of winter temperature, as well as two glasses, and goes outside.

Now that he's seeing them from up close, Aziraphale suspects that the plants are indeed greener than they had been this morning. They are also quite shaky, although they seem to calm down a bit when he approaches. It's possible that they already got used to how Crowley's lectures will soften when Aziraphale is listening.

“It's a bit warm outside today, isn't it, my dear boy? I brought you a little refreshment,” Aziraphale says, gesturing with the wine bottle.

Crowley gets up from where he had gotten down to inspect the roots. He wipes the dirty off his finger on his trousers, ignoring how that makes Aziraphale twist his nose at the mistreatment, although Crowley's clothes aren't human made, but miracled, so there isn't any need to extend them any excess care. Considering Crowley makes his own clothes from his imagination, it shouldn't be too hard for him to have something more appropriate than a suit, even in the state that they are in.

They don't know if it was a consequence of the way that Adam redid the world or something that their sides did in lieu of getting in contact with them for more drastic punitive measures after that whole ordeal. Aziraphale is certainly not going to try to investigate and remind Heaven that he exists and hasn't really been reprimanded for walking out of his job and later moving in with a demon. Besides, they can still have a fairly decent living in this way, and he's happier with the freedom of not having to report to Heaven.

They haven't lost their miracles completely. He suspects that Crowley wouldn't have the success that he has in making all of his plants grow so perfectly lush and green if he didn't push reality a little bit. And he would be naked, which wouldn't necessarily be a bad proposition, but the neighbours can already be insufferable as it is, so they don't need this sort of argument. Crowley can still make his clothes, and he did something to the kitchen that means that they can always have both ingredients if Aziraphale decides he wants to cook, and decent food if they want to stay in and have something ready to eat. Aziraphale was able to move all of his books to the cottage without making it too cramped, even though the entire cottage is smaller than his former bookshop and now all the books are properly on display rather than occasionally hidden to keep them safe from those rude people who walked in and tried to buy them. The Bentley seems to still be doing well with the one time that Crowley fuelled it, although it should have probably consumed that petrol by now. They don't need to sleep, but Crowley still likes to, and they don't need to eat, but also have no adverse effects when they do. Sobering up seems to have gotten harder, and sometimes they can no longer hit the mark when they are too drunk, and so have to wait it out. Very small miracles around them and their experiences work fine, as well as gentle pushes to reality, but anything bigger than that won't work.

It's no great loss, not when compared to what they gained.

“You can't trick me, angel, you're just trying to rescue these ungrateful, lazy plants who think that they can start slacking off just because I put them in the ground,” Crowley says, the second half of it towards the plants, pointing his finger at them and glaring.

He still accepts the glass that Aziraphale is offering him though. Now, Aziraphale could probably tell himself something along the lines that angels don't lie, but that's both not true and he might not be an angel anymore, so he sees no problem in lying now.

“Not at all, I just thought you might be tired working tirelessly under the relentless sun.”

Crowley raises an eyebrow high enough that Aziraphale can see it over the glasses.

“Were you reading one of those saucy novels again? Because if I'm supposed to be doing something I have to prepare,” Crowley says, more of a genuine question than teasing, although it's both.

Aziraphale huffs. He doesn't have any so called saucy novels. He has great works of literature, some of which happen to contain quality erotica, that's not the same.

“If you would rather question my choice of literature than share a bottle of wine, then I'll go back inside to drink it by myself, and you can go back to tormenting these poor beauties who are trying their best. Aren't you darlings? You are all doing such a good job of growing the greenest and most beautiful leaves that I've ever seen,” Aziraphale says, turning to them for the compliments.

It would be much easier to do this behind Crowley's back, but that would seem a bit disrespectful. Of course, not as bad as when Crowley decided to alphabetise Aziraphale’s books, and Aziraphale, absorbed as he was in his reading, only noticed it when he got to the G.

“Stop being nice to the plants, it makes them think I won't rip them off the ground and use them to start a bonfire to set as an example to the others. Dry and brown plants burn that much easier, and even if they don't, I can always toss in some alcohol,” Crowley says, determined to keep on tormenting the poor things.

Aziraphale happens to know that he very much won't do any of that, but they don't. Crowley can be surprisingly intimidating and convincing when the targets are plants and small critters, but once they get to the size of house cats the effect is greatly diminished. At least the plants seem to still listen to him regardless of their size. He's not entirely sure how long that's going to last though, since Crowley never fulfills any of the threats. Then again, the plants actually do grow beautifully so he has no cause to.

“You can terrorise them all you want, dearest, but I can still give them some positive reinforcement. And I happen to think that they look wonderfully green and lively, the envy of the entire neighbourhood,” Aziraphale says, tilting his empty glass towards a nearby leaf that looks particularly green.

Crowley takes his glasses off and hisses at the plants. “Don't listen to him, he can't save you from my wrath,” he says, and Aziraphale happens to think that he looks perfectly adorable trying to sound so mean and angry.

Of course, Aziraphale has long since thought that Crowley was a more adorable sort of evil than a proper threat. A menace, clearly, but of the endearing kind. Working collaboratively rather than against one another did wonders for his perspective of Crowley's work. And although he's retired now, that doesn't mean that he stopped being a menace. He actually talked one of their neighbours’ rose bushes into strategically withering until the remaining flowers were arranged in the shape of a particular piece of human anatomy that isn't generally shown in public. He didn't even cut them or use a miracle, he just talked to them, but that's the affinity that Crowley seems to have for plants.

As Aziraphale thinks that that particular neighbour can be best described with that piece of anatomy, he refrained from telling Crowley that he shouldn't do something like that. After all, Aziraphale is also retired and has no obligation to inspire good and push others away from evil. If Crowley wants to pester neighbours that annoy them both, he's free to do so.

“Oh, I don’t know they might have a guardian angel of sorts. Retired, of course,” Aziraphale says, giving the plants a wink.

They do seem a bit confused if they should be getting scared or not, and Crowley is the one who understands plants, so maybe Aziraphale should defer to his expertise, as he’s not sure if being confused is all that much better than being terrified.

“Alright, let's get you away from them before you start throwing blessings their way, I swear you are trying to undo all my hard work,” Crowley says, taking the bottle away from Aziraphale with the hand that already has the wine glass.

That happens to mean that both of them now have a free hand, and Crowley wastes no time in taking Aziraphale’s. He practically drags him away from the selection of plants that he has been taking specially good care of, and towards a corner of the garden that only has grass, left clear precisely so they can have a place to sit and have a picnic without being watched by Crowley's plants.

Aziraphale is sure that if they saw Crowley laying on his lap, practically melting over his touch as Aziraphale scratches his hair, then they would never fear him again. He might not be able to recover from that even if he could find it in his heart to burn a few of them to send a message, and he wouldn't do that.

Bringing a picnic towel there is still within the limits of miracles that they can perform, and Crowley opens the bottle for them, filling the glasses. Aziraphale had hoped to lure him back inside, as Crowley had spent quite enough time scolding his plants already, but he supposes that this is perfectly lovely. The sun is out, there is a nice breeze, and considering where they first met, gardens will always be a special place for them.

They share a bottle of white wine that might fill more glasses than one would assume looking at its volume, and laugh at old stories. For them, retirement is not the end of something, but a new beginning, a rebirth of sorts for both of them, where they can finally stop trying to be what is expected of them, and learn who they are together.

dragonofeternal

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mxcatmoon

Written for the prompts, 201 Avidulous, and 202 Abate, at

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Title: These days and these hours of fury
Fandom: Miami Vice
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: M
Characters/Pairing: Sonny/Rico
Words: 483
Summary: Sonny and Rico rest in the eye of the storm. Together they are a force of nature.
Notes: Title and lyrics from "Yes I Am," by Melissa Etheridge. Rico's song. Unrepentant use of Imagery and metaphor.

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( These days and these hours of fury )

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mxcatmoon

Question #1:

For those familiar with Tumblr. So, you get someone new following you. You go to check out their blog. They've got, like a photo with friends (maybe?), and some photography of flowers, and mentioning loving God, and... that's like the opposite of my blog. They have nothing there remotely anything I'm interested in or have in my own space. So why? Maybe it's a fake account pretending to be a real one? It doesn't have much content, just a handful of reblogs, and no likes. It's following a lot of blogs, and one of them is a mutual of mine but that's the only connection. I'm debating whether I should block or not. I tend to think yes.

#2:

Checking a fandom tag to see if there's any new content, and there's someone randomly using a specific TV show tag. The post has nothing to do with the show, neither do any of the other tags on the post. The blog has nothing on that particular fandom, either. Why?? This one does have a lot of posts, but only a few I've seen are fannish in nature, and mostly general not specific. Could be another fake one, but I'm tending to think it might be someone young and who has no idea what the tag really means. The tag in this case is Miami Vice, so I'm thinking maybe they like pink and pastel and don't even realize it was a TV show?

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elayna

I was 12 in 1976, I remember the excitement of celebrating that the country was 200 years old. Everyone seemed united in joy. I don't remember specific events, I'm not sure if my family did anything, only the overwhelming enthusiasm for acknowledging the anniversary.

I don't feel any of that excitement this year. Most of the references, jokes, etc., about the 250th anniversary focus on whether we'll survive as a country. I share the stress and concern. Our government is doing many horrible things that violate what I understand to be our values.

And yet, I have to believe that we'll get through this disaster, that at some point, we'll again have a government that believes in protecting and supporting all of our people, not just the Epstein class of grifting oligarchs and pedophiles. I can't accept our future is all chaos and destruction, so my fingers are crossed and I keep writing postcards to voters.

For the love of our country and the entire world, please vote, and vote in a way that constructively stops Republican enablers of the orange felon getting elected. Please.

Anyway, my house is clean, food is ready to be prepped. There's a neighborhood parade tomorrow and I will get lunch from a food truck. Then 13 people (though my nephews are Swifties, so now 13 is a lucky number) will come to my house for dinner and fireworks. The cats will be trapped inside all day, which they won't like but will appreciate when the noise starts. It should be a nice day and I will be celebrating the future. I hope all Americans enjoy the holiday.

evandar

Dear Author,

Thank you so much for writing for me! I'm really excited to see what you come up with.

This letter contains a list of Likes and DNWs as well as a couple of prompts. If none of the prompts catch your eye, then write whatever you like. As long as it doesn't hit any of my DNWs, we're good.

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And, that's it! That's the letter. Thank you so much for writing for me - I can't wait to see what you create.

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