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zafirosreverie · 2 years
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Their reaction to you dancing for them (KH’s characters)
Agatha Harkness:
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To be fair, you weren't dancing for her. You were just cleaning the house (because being the partner of a powerful witch didn't mean living in a dusty cave, thank you very much) with music blaring and your body couldn't help but move to the beat of the song.
Unfortunately for you, your wife has a habit of appearing out of nowhere at the best/worst of times and she caught you right in the middle of your imaginary concert. When you heard her laugh and saw her leaning against the door frame, you blushed deeply. Agatha will never let you live with this and you knew it.
Months later, when you were fulfilling your role as Agnes's roommate at Westview, the brunette still liked to embarrass you in front of Wanda, telling her how from time to time you "delighted her with fine and elegant dances."
Olivia Octavius:
She doesn't like to be interrupted while working and you know it. But from time to time you must intervene to distract her and make her eat something or rest a little. Unfortunately, the scientist can be quite stubborn and you have to get creative.
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When you walked into the lab that night, Liv definitely didn't expect you to swivel her chair around to make her look as you danced sensually in front of her. Now, that was definitely a good distraction and you actually managed to drag her to bed...although not exactly to sleep
Ursula Gernsback:
Sweet robo-wife, too pure and evil for this chaotic human world. In fact, you were teaching her to dance. Ursula might have all the knowledge of the internet at her fingertips, but she preferred when you took the time to teach her things, simply because she liked being with you and being the center of your attention.
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At first, she was confused. Why did you have to move so weird? And what was the use of doing those movements with background music? Was it some ritual? You were in a cult and you had not said anything to her? Why? She could learn and help you!
However, over time (and many lessons, both in history and physical coordination) she learned to let go and now you find it adorable when you find her dancing while she cooks for you or while she reads behind the counter.
Eve Fletcher:
The moment she saw you dancing on her living room as if you owned the place, she become a babbling, blushing mess. There was nothing sexual about your dance, you were only goofying around, but it was still the cutest yet most sensual thing she ever saw. And she couldn’t concentrate at work for the next week because she kept remembering it and blushing again.
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Jennifer Barkley:
Let’s be honest, you met her this way.
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You had attended a campaign party because your idiot brother-in-law had run. You didn't even want to be there in the first place, but you owed it to your sister, so there you were, dancing like your life depended on it to forget the terrible fact of being surrounded by politicians and boring people.
Then you felt someone looking at you. You looked around until your eyes were fixed on a beautiful woman, who was looking at you amused and with a touch of challenge in her chocolate eyes. Without thinking much about it, you resumed your dance, pretending you weren't dancing for her, but making sure to move your hips sensually.
After a few moments, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and your back was pressed against a soft chest. "Maybe it's time to introduce ourselves" she murmured against your ear with a slight growl and the rest is history.
Milly Campbell:
She was shocked.
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The poor woman was still getting used to her new life with you and the idea of having more freedom now that Shep was out of the picture. So when you walked into the living room after dropping the kids off at school and started dancing on her lap, she couldn't help but look away from you and blush furiously. And you still had the nerve to laugh at her.
However, after a few moments of teasing her, you stood up and grabbed her hand to pull her along with you. You put one hand on her waist and held the other, dancing with her into something much safer but that felt just as intimate. Her face only got redder.
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paullev · 1 year
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DAWstruck
A Quick Look at Sci-Fi/Fantasy Publisher DAW and My Desire for Cheap Entertainment
If you've ever been to an American used bookstore, flea market, etc., you probably recognize the distinctively uniform yellow (or faded-to-brown) spines of the DAW books pictured above.
From Wikipedia: "DAW Books is an American science fiction and fantasy publisher, founded by Donald A. Wollheim, along with his wife, Elsie B. Wollheim, following his departure from Ace Books in 1971. The company claims to be 'the first publishing company ever devoted exclusively to science fiction and fantasy.'"
Wollheim was active in sci-fi publishing and fandom circles; he published the Ursula LeGuin's first two books at Ace, and as a youth, he was kicked out of the New York Science Fiction League club for getting a group of unpaid authors together to sue writer/publisher/organizer Hugo Gernsback after they weren't paid for published stories:
"It grieves us to announce that we have found the first disloyalty in our organization… These members we expelled on June 12th. Their names are Donald A. Wollheim, John B. Michel, and William S. Sykora—three active fans who just got themselves onto the wrong road."
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I've worked in bookstores and libraries for decades, and my eyes always glossed over the shelves full of yellow spines. But I started to reconsider after listening to Sean at SFUltra talk about Electric Forest by Tanith Lee. (Once you're equally convinced, go back his Patreon, which is literally my favorite criticism on the internet.)
I started devouring Lee's work. In my opinion, she outstrips most of the "greats" of that era of sci-fi. Her prose is awesome, her plots are great fun, and she's prolific across science fiction and fantasy. Had I been sleeping on DAW Books? Were they all this good?!
They are not all that good.
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DAW Books books run the gamut of sci-fi and fantasy, from alternate histories to barbarian tales to postmodern reactions to the post-war West. And taken as an overview of the sci-fi field at that time, they reflect the good (Tanith Lee) and the bad (libertarian cryto-fascism, coercive sex freaks, tired cliches).
So why am I writing about them? Because they represent a type of publisher that, as far as I know, doesn't really exist anymore. They published authors who'd never been published before, and they printed straight to paperback.
I have no idea if anyone was making a living being published by DAW, but I assume this was a foot in the door for lots of these authors. And the books were so cheap! The one I have on hand was $1.25 in 1976. Adjusted for inflation, that's $6.93.
And listen, I read difficult books. I read literary fiction and academic histories and complicated, confusing cross-genre works. But I also like to read trash! I think everyone deserves to read some trash. But I want that trash to be cheap and easily accessible.
And with modern publishers focusing on established authors and Next Big Things, it's hard to find trash! And when you do find it, it's often dressed up to look like a Next Big Thing and priced accordingly.
Please give me more cheap trash.
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And god, look at those covers. Again, I don't know if any painters were making a living by selling work to DAW, but they were definitely putting in the work. You got classic Frazetta horniness, you got '70s psychedelia, you got "what if the Bible was weirder?" classicism.
I want to decorate my walls with these.
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The nice part is that they're mostly shorter than 200 pages, and I've never spent more than $5 on one of these, and I can usually find them even cheaper. So next time you're at a library sale and you see a faded yellow DAW spine, take a closer look.
Just stay away from Gor.
(DAW is still in business today, as a subsidiary of Astra House Publishing. I would say they occupy the same spheres as Tor: popular, readable, and usually left-of-center science fiction and fantasy. Such as The Forever Sea, a sapphic ecological fantasy book about sailors on a sea of plants. They cost, unfortunately, more than $7.)
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smallbeerpress · 1 year
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hahnspoetrywrites · 1 year
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byneddiedingo · 9 months
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Britt Robertson in Tomorrowland (Brad Bird, 2015)
Cast: George Clooney, Hugh Laurie, Britt Robertson, Raffey Cassidy, Tim McGraw, Kathryn Hahn, Keegan-Michael Key, Chris Bauer. Screenplay: Damon Lindelof, Brad Bird, Jeff Jensen. Cinematography: Claudio Miranda. Production design: Scott Chambliss. Film editing: Walter Murch, Craig Wood. Music: Michael Giacchino. 
A critical and commercial flop, Tomorrowland is a little too much a film for kids to satisfy sci-fi geeks, and a little too heavy on the sci-fi to hold the attention of kids. It has a few good things going for it: the presence of George Clooney and Hugh Laurie in its cast, and nice performances from two young actors, Britt Robertson as Casey and Raffey Cassidy as Athena. (It's particularly good to see a sci-fi movie for kids with girls as the protagonists.) Unfortunately, the screenplay by director Bird and Damon Lindelof, with contributions to the story from Jeff Jensen, is dauntingly overcomplicated and more than a little preachy. The premise is that somewhere after the 1964 New York World's Fair, with its glittering images of the future, our culture took a turn toward pessimism. We no longer believe that we can progress toward a more equitable society or that we can solve environmental problems with collective application of science and technology, and this pessimism creates a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy. Those of us who were old enough in 1964, after the Kennedy assassination and at the beginning of the Vietnam War, may remember the mood a little more darkly than the film posits. But even granted the premise, it seems unlikely that our contemporary malaise is going to be lightened by launching into another dimension a cyberpunk spaceship designed by Gustave Eiffel, Jules Verne, Nikola Tesla, and Thomas Edison. Keegan-Michael Key has an amusing bit as the proprietor of a sci-fi memorabilia shop who says his name is Hugo Gernsback, an in-joke for science fiction fans. (His partner, played by Kathryn Hahn, is named Ursula. As in Le Guin, perhaps?)  The special effects are elaborately routine CGI stuff.
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kammartinez · 1 year
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thefree-online · 1 year
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In Praise of Ursula K. Le Guin’s Genuine Magic in 'The Lathe of Heaven'- Kelly Link
from thefreeonline on 3rd Feb 2922 by  Kelly Link at Literary Hub via Scribner “It is striking how resonant Le Guin’s work remains even as the future she describes recedes into our past.” Originally, The Lathe of Heaven appeared in two installments in Amazing Stories, a pulp magazine started in 1926 by Hugo Gernsback. Ursula Le Guin, born in 1929, read Amazing Stories as a child and would go on…
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whatmakesagod · 1 year
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yuuhiu · 1 year
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Reading about Ursula Gernsback because I love her ❤️
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zafirosreverie · 1 year
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Habits (GN!Reader)
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You can decide who this is with. Agatha, Pepa, Julieta, Carla, Ajak, Alma, any woman on my masterlist.
Idea taken from "Costumbres" by Rocío Dúrcal.
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You saw her walk away down the empty street, hidden in the night. The sound of her footsteps faded after a few seconds and her silhouette melted into the darkness a few moments later, just like the fleeting feeling of belonging inside you.
It was always like that, no matter how much you told yourself that it was wrong, that you shouldn't go through with it, that you needed to let her go, no matter how much you swore it would be the last time, it never was. She always came back.
Sometimes she would take days, other times weeks, but never more than a month. Even she couldn't stay away that long, and you couldn't let yourself forget about her either, though not for a lack of trying.
You had a strange relationship. You had loved her, perhaps more than you would ever admit aloud, and she had loved you back, perhaps less than her voice swore, but time kept on dancing on the clock and fate rearranged the pieces, and in that chaos, you realized that you did not fit in with her, that you did not belong by her side.
It was painful to realize it, but deep down, you knew what had to happen. The day she left, the black clouds swirled above your house, as if they could sense your own mood, and yet you managed to smile at her, wish her well, and not call out her name as she was lost in the sea of people.
You spent the first day locked in your room, in the chair or the dressing table, but never in your bed, you couldn't, not when her perfume was still there. By the third you learned to breathe again. On the fifth your feet woke up, on the twelfth you reconciled with sleep, on the fifteenth you recovered the taste for your favorite dishes, on the twentieth you smiled again. And at fiftieth...
On the fiftieth, she came back.
You wish you could say you weren't expecting her, you really wanted to say she had taken you by surprise. But it was not like that. There were no whispered apologies, no warm hugs, no secret smiles, not even that spark that had brought you together in the first place, nothing. Just...she was there. It was a fact, cold and raw, nothing more.
A weak, quick "hello" was all it took for the dance you were now dancing, and had been doing for the past five years, to begin.
It was strange, you didn't know anything about her, about her life, if there was someone you were betraying by receiving her when her most carnal passions needed you, but you didn't care much either.
You missed her, you always missed her, and no matter how much she denied it, you knew she couldn't forget you either, no matter how hard she tried. She was always going to come back, over and over, and over again. Even if she didn't feel any more love for you, just a grudge.
Neither did you if you were honest. You no longer had anything to feel for her, and that was worse.
But you missed her, you missed her so much. You missed not feeling alone, the warmth of sharing a bed with someone, of feeling someone else's skin on yours, of hearing happiness flowing from the lips attached to yours. It didn't matter that the illusion lasted a few hours before she was gone again. It was fine, she would come back, she always did.
"There is no doubt, it is true that habit is stronger than love" you whispered before closing the window and going back to bed.
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emptymanuscript · 2 years
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You know what I want for some business’ next project?
The ability to make a NICE reader as a book.
One of my most prized possessions is
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It has in just this single volume:
Mars Attacks by Jim Shepard
There Will Come Soft Rains by Ray Bradbury
Only a Mother by Judith Merril
Coming Attraction by Fritz Leiber
I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison
The Store of Worlds by Robert Sheckly
Equinotical by John Varley
Kirinyaga by Mike Resnick
Houston, Houston, Do You Read? by James Tiptree, Jr.
The Heat Death of the Universe by Pamela Zoline
Advice to a Prophet by Richard Wilbur
Mimsy were the Borogroves by Lewis Padgett
The Gernsback Continuum by William Gibson
The Colour Out of Space by H. P. Lovecraft
Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
All You Zombies by Robert Heinlein
Vaster than Empires and More Slow by Ursula K. Le Guin
The Portobello Road by Mariel Spark
Midnight News by Lisa Goldstein
Nine Hundred Grandmothers by R. A. Lafferty
When I was Miss Dow by Sonya Dorman
Tauf Aleph by Phyllis Gotleib
The Recording by Gene Wolfe
The Last Day by Gene Wolfe
Death of the Island Doctor by Gene Wolfe
The Dead by Michael Swanwick
The Last Homosexual by Paul Park
The Golem by Avram Davidson
It is a truly magnificent collection of sci-fi short stories. Completely legal. But also made entirely of poor quality photocopies of pre-marked pages on mediocre paper stock, that has seen 24 years of use.
I dream of being able to buy this collection (I have since purchased the majority of these stories in other publications, so it isn’t all lost when it wears out) in book form. When I’m in full wish on a star mode, I wish I could have this as an Easton Press style leather bound collector’s item, but I realize that, at least, is currently beyond what can be done.
But with all the print on demand infrastructure we now have in place... I feel like a nice self selected short story collection should be possible. Letting everyone have their own favorites which could be swapped out on demand.
For instance I have The Color out of Space in a leather bound H.P. Lovecraft collection. But another favorite story, All The Last Wars at Once by George Alec Effinger, I have only in an ancient textbook that was printed before I was born, so I would probably swap those. Or I’m much fonder of Love is the Plan, the Plan is Death! by James Tiptree Jr. than I am of Houston, Houston, Do You Read? by James Tiptree Jr. so I might swap those. Or, just you know, whatever.
It seems like such a good idea to me and it seems like it should be doable. I remember Tower Records back in maybe 1994 having essentially a recording jukebox mixtape maker where you could buy a blank cassette, pick 12 songs, and pay for your own high quality tape. They had all the rights and creation infrastructure in place. If they could do that with music in the 90′s, and readers are just part of college life, I don’t see why we couldn’t do something the same with short story collection books now.
I just want it.
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moon-calvary · 3 years
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Life has been so hard and I needed a break. So, have some sketches I did to stop my anxiety.
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Blue, Rodan, Úrsula and a little pumpkin 💖 they were the best company tonight.
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aethwrs · 3 years
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academiagaymess · 2 years
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Zaph birthday
If you find that fic out of nowhere it's a birthday gift for my friend @zafirosreverie and it might be a hell to understand but anyway that fic is not for you!
English isn't my first language and I didn't sleep for 4 days ( I'M FINE ) so everyone might be hella out of characters but I hope you enjoy my friend 💖
Warning: Alcohol mention, gun, light injuries
Characters: Agatha Harkness, Olivia Octavius, Otto Octavius, Ursula Gernsback, Carla Dunkler, Eve Fletcher, Jennifer Barkley, Delta Simmons, Milly Campbell.
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You can hear a lot of noises coming from the house, scream, metallic sounds, barks, ...
Early this day everyone was ready to help for the birthday party. After creating the teams, Oliva and Otto for decoration, Ursula for animations, Carla and Milly in the kitchen, Eve and Delta were on duty to find a gift, Jen was in command of course, and Agatha ... Was here. She didn't want to waste her time whit simple humans or robots, she had enough with the Vision. But she liked Zaph enough to show up on her birthday. If Jen asks her she will sometimes lift something whit her magic.
The chaos starts when Otto and Olivia get extra interest in Ursula. The robot was occupied to make research on mexican's birthday traditions when numerous metals tentacles surround her. Unimpressed she takes her gun out. Jen comes to check on everyone.
- What is wrong with you?! Doctor and Doctor Octavius leave Ursula alone! Is that a gun? Get that back!
After making sure everyone behaves and putting Agatha on babysitting duty she goes see the kitchen.
Milly whines shyly.
- Miss Dunkler can you please stop hading alcohol in all my preparations, please?
- What? I am only helping this party! Say the milf
Jen sigh, nothing can go well, at least once!
- Dunkler listens to Campbell and stops messing whit everything.
- I don't think it's gonna be possible tailored suit ... Answer Carla.
- Listen, we are here for Zaph so stop acting like a selfish child for once and help!
Carla rolls her eyes and licks a spoon in the more obscene way possible. Jen leaves the kitchen sighing even more deeply not knowing that the bad mom secretly made Zaph's fav biscuits.
The little group only needs to wait for Eve and Delta for the gift. And they indeed go back to the house. Jen breathes in relief but when she turned around her face dropped, a dirty and covered of bruises Delta greets her, followed by a slightly concerned Eve.
- Excuse me what happened? Ask the businesswoman.
- Well Eve wanted to buy a book, or flowers or boring shit like that, she roll her eyes, but I have far better! I find a dog in a restaurant trashcan!
The comedian indeed shows an old stray dog smelling like garbage. Jen opened her mouth but Agatha interrupt her.
- Five minutes left ...
- WHAT ?! Everyone! Quick! Hide!
All of them go hide and Jen switch the lights off. Zaph gets home to a slightly decorated living room, whit obvious fight traces, over alcoholized dishes, and a garbage-smelling dog sleeping on the couch. When she switched the lights on everyone jumped.
- ¡ FELIS COMPLE AÑOS!
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