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'The Book of my Enemy Has Been Remaindered'
by Clive James
The book of my enemy has been remaindered
And I am pleased.
In vast quantities it has been remaindered
Like a van-load of counterfeit that has been seized
And sits in piles in a police warehouse,
My enemy's much-prized effort sits in piles
In the kind of bookshop where remaindering occurs.
Great, square stacks of rejected books and, between them, aisles
One passes down reflecting on life's vanities,
Pausing to remember all those thoughtful reviews
Lavished to no avail upon one's enemy's book --
For behold, here is that book
Among these ranks and banks of duds,
These ponderous and seemingly irreducible cairns
Of complete stiffs.
The book of my enemy has been remaindered
And I rejoice.
It has gone with bowed head like a defeated legion
Beneath the yoke.
What avail him now his awards and prizes,
The praise expended upon his meticulous technique,
His individual new voice?
Knocked into the middle of next week
His brainchild now consorts with the bad buys
The sinker, clinkers, dogs and dregs,
The Edsels of the world of moveable type,
The bummers that no amount of hype could shift,
The unbudgeable turkeys.
Yea, his slim volume with its understated wrapper
Bathes in the blare of the brightly jacketed Hitler's War Machine,
His unmistakably individual new voice
Shares the same scrapyard with a forlorn skyscraper
Of The Kung-Fu Cookbook,
His honesty, proclaimed by himself and believed by others,
His renowned abhorrence of all posturing and pretense,
Is there with Pertwee's Promenades and Pierrots--
One Hundred Years of Seaside Entertainment,
And (oh, this above all) his sensibility,
His sensibility and its hair-like filaments,
His delicate, quivering sensibility is now as one
With Barbara Windsor's Book of Boobs,
A volume graced by the descriptive rubric
"My boobs will give everyone hours of fun".
Soon now a book of mine could be remaindered also,
Though not to the monumental extent
In which the chastisement of remaindering has been meted out
To the book of my enemy,
Since in the case of my own book it will be due
To a miscalculated print run, a marketing error--
Nothing to do with merit.
But just supposing that such an event should hold
Some slight element of sadness, it will be offset
By the memory of this sweet moment.
Chill the champagne and polish the crystal goblets!
The book of my enemy has been remaindered
And I am glad.
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Lave-san i need help i desperately need fics where the DCA does not like you initially/straight up dislikes you and avoids you. Bonus ppints for mechanic y/n
So I'll lead with the disclaimer that I crowdfunded this reply because I am a pitifully slow reader, which translates to me actually reading only very few fanfics. However, I trust my sources (from the Sleepy Cove Server <3), so I'll wholeheartedly recommend these!
First the two I have actually read:
Our Orbit is Elliptical by @sycopomp and @madame-mongoose
The Daycare Attendant is very protective of his role in the Superstar Daycare; he was made for this job, after all, and he finds it insulting that management seems to think he needs help. They insist on saddling him with human assistants, over and over, no matter how many quit. Not that he does it intentionally, of course... but if they can't handle the stress, then perhaps they aren't fit to be working with children. Hmph.
You are the new Daycare Assistant at the Superstar Daycare! Despite some reservations, you're determined to do your best and prove-- mostly to yourself-- that you deserve to be here. You're inspired by Sun and the ease with which he gets along with the children, and you hope to impress him with your go-getter attitude and unflappable confidence! (Even if both of those things are about as flimsy as construction paper...)
aka: Sun is passive-aggressive to his new assistant, whom is so determined to do a good job that they're too oblivious to notice.
Almost Human by @vilz
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
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You get a new job. It's a struggle.
And now the ones that make me wish I could read faster or simply have more time in the day:
Two Choices by @thelonereni
You chose this.
There was regret of course, but turning back wasn't an option anymore. You couldn't lose this new game you found yourself in, and somehow you managed to feel more and more alive the longer you played...
You have worked in sanitation since the pizzaplex opened, but that all changed when you had a bit of a mishap in the kitchen. With the only real option left being an assistant in the daycare, you decided it couldn't be worse that your previous position.
Between the surly daycare attendant, bosses breathing down your neck and the corporate overlords coming for a visit, your starting to think you make really shitty life choices.
What's The Moral Here? by @/siquieres on ao3
Your little brother is invited to a birthday party at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, hosted inside the Superstar Daycare. The Daycare Attendant takes a disliking towards you, or at least, that's what you think it is. Despite this and the violent nightmares of a sun god that plague you, you keep letting your brother bring you back. You keep coming back.
A sort of mean-spirited take on the Sun/Reader dynamic. Reader is often injured, intentionally or not.
What's It Called When Light Hits A Prism? by @/TooManyPsuedonyms on ao3
The PizzaPlex has been running--and the Management needs a new operator for one of their salvaged animatronics.
You are just trying to live independently, so of course, you'll take the job.
You have no idea what you're in for. Granted, you never really know what you're in for, but this can't be much different than working with regular human people… right?
And perhaps one where the DCA doesn't outright dislike Y/N, but the premise still causes tension in their dynamic (and you get mechanic Y/N!):
It's Curtains For You! by @muzzlemouths
|| “You will be befriending, then dismantling the animatronic,” he gets right to the point, “and you’ll have about a month to do it.”
You're not here to make friends. You're here to earn what you can, smile and nod with simple Yes Sirs, and keep your head down low. An open position as the Daycare Attendant's newest 'mechanic' doesn't change any of that. You're on a tight schedule with the disassembly and you can't afford to be getting attached.
But what happens when you do?
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@papermachedragons The second part of answering your ask!
Are there any features to him that are always there in the corner of your eyes but which the human mind willingly ignore in order to conserve sanity and willful ignorance? Like he smiles and his teeth are always a little too sharp? Or he doesn’t have a shadow? Or his eyes change color (which I do know you posted about at one point)? His hands are like claws and even though they sometimes look like hands, they aren’t and if you touch them even when they look like hands you’d feel a claw? I know he mostly doesn't care and doesn’t bother to hide everything behind a human facade, but how inhuman are we talking about?
Okay, it’s already established that his looks are everchanging, including his eyes going through a spectrum of shades during a week. And that he’s not trying too hard at being a convincing mortal. But let’s go through the questions one by one!
Features that are always there in the corner of your eye?
Not exactly. His eyes might appear black if you’re not looking at him directly; they are black still, underneath the disguise, and the corner of your eye is often where you see through the most magic. But that’s so easy to wave away as a play of the light. (And it’s only his eyes that you might be able to see through – they're the windows to the soul after all.)
Teeth are always a little too sharp?
His canines are definitely a bit longer and sharper than could pass as human, falling more in line with other mortal creatures. (And it took him a while to figure out the right amount of teeth; too many and his mouth felt crowded, too few and it looked wrong. And wisdom teeth only made it all the more confusing.)
Doesn’t have a shadow?
He has one, but it flickers. Magic doesn’t cast a shadow by itself, and he is magic, but he has a solid shape, can be touched, so he does block out the sun. Still, his solidity flickers like his looks, leaving his shadow to do the same. It looks like static sometimes, sunshine filtering through him in pinpricks.
Eyes change colour?
Well, we’ve gone over the spectrum of shades and them looking black. They do change colour completely sometimes; he sees a colour he likes and it bleeds into his eyes for a second, before his disguise rights itself. The part of the eye differs, though the pupil and iris happen more often than the sclera.
Hands are like claws?
No, he has always preferred using his teeth where others would use claws. His hands are maybe the most human thing about him. With that said, his nails might draw some attention. He likes the idea of them being coloured but doesn’t understand nail polish, so he simply changes the nail itself. You’d notice if you were to look at them closely, or touch them, that something isn’t right. (He approaches makeup the same way he does nail polish, making it part of his form instead of the addition it’s supposed to be.)
How inhuman are we talking about?
Oh, nothing about him is human, is barely mortal for whatever that means. A shape – a disguise – can only do so much, especially when he barely tries to contain himself. If you open him up, his insides will not look right. He has tried putting muscles and blood veins and lungs the way they should be after looking in books and on operation tables, but he doesn’t bleed red if he bleeds at all, and he doesn’t breathe unless he consciously inhales or exhales. His muscles work right – he likes the burn from overexertion, so he put more thought into it. He has bones; the body doesn’t feel right without them. But nerves? A stomach? Anything else that makes up a body? Magic fills those spaces for him.
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If Pablo Hidalgo says texts and emails do not exist in Star Wars, then my characters are no longer canon compliant.
You're telling me they do everything through voicemail? Video voicemail?
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