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pushkin666 ([personal profile] pushkin666) wrote2025-06-01 06:31 pm
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AurumCalendula ([personal profile] aurumcalendula) wrote in [community profile] c_ent2025-06-01 12:41 pm

Vid: 双兔 | Soul Sisters

Title: Can't Help Falling In Love
Fandom: 双兔 | Soul Sisters (2024)
Music: Can't Help Falling in Love by Kacey Musgraves
Summary: 'some things are meant to be'
Notes: Premiered at [community profile] vidukon_cardiff 2025!
Warnings: quick cuts and flashing lights

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maju ([personal profile] maju) wrote2025-06-01 12:24 pm

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I slept very well last night and woke up much refreshed this morning. However, it was very cold for the time of year - minimum of about 9°C/48°F - and I was reluctant to go out for an early walk or run. I ended up going out after 9:30 am, when I found that it was quite pleasant outside. I ran about 7 km/4.5 miles. I haven't been running since last weekend because I've been babying my knees. (I've been walking instead.) The left one was inexplicably sore for a few days but seems to have recovered now. The right one is still slightly sore but not enough to keep me from running.

While I was out I noticed that the light is rather hazy, and I'm wondering if this is caused by smoke from the Canadian fires, or whether there are fires somewhere closer to here. One of my sisters and her husband are on a road trip in Canada right now. They started with a week in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, where my brother-in -law's son lives, then drove to Calgary, Alberta. They haven't said anything about smoke affecting them so far.

I've got some vegetables (potatoes and butternut squash) in the slow cooker to accompany Italian sweet sausages for dinners for a few days, along with peas and broccoli. There are sheets, pillow cases, and towels out on the line. Other than that, it's a lazy Sunday.
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sam! ([personal profile] ridic) wrote in [community profile] dwrp_icons2025-06-01 04:59 pm
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margo hanson | the magicians

CANON: The Magicians
CHARACTERS: Margo Hanson (Summer Bishil)
ADDITIONAL INFO: 102 icons, season 3 episodes 1-4.
CREDIT TO: [personal profile] ridic 


find them here at [community profile] ridicons!
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low_delta ([personal profile] low_delta) wrote2025-06-01 11:03 am
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in the car

We spent a lot of time in the car yesterday.

We are having our CoPA picnic in a few weeks, and I wanted to check out the park ahead of time. Not strictly necessary, but Cindy said she wanted to stop at the gallery in Milwaukee and pick up some of her zines because she's running out at home. And I wanted to go to the camera store, and also stop by the park where I'm having some landscaping work done for SAS.

The part for the picnic was very far away, and we spent less than ten minutes there. Then the gallery was closed. Not much to see at the park for the landscaping. Then we stopped for a beer. So that was an hour and a half (not counting the beer) with very little to show for it.

In the evening we were going to a concert. I decided we (barely) had time to meet some friends for a drink before the show. We left the house and turned south, seeing a big cloud of black smoke to the south. Not good. We got on the freeway, and I tried to figure out what was in the area that would be burning like that. Turns out it was on the freeway. A car was fully engulfed. Right in the construction zone where there were two lanes and no shoulders. So the freeway was closed, with us on it. I turned the car off, and we sat for 70 minutes. If we had been five minutes later, the traffic would have been backed up past an offramp, and we could have gone around the blockage. Finally we started crawling, and it took another ten minutes to make it past the point where the car had been.

The show was to start at 8:00, and it was 7:45. Previously, my plan was to park for free and walk 15 minutes to the show. I realized we could pay extra to park in the lot at the amphitheater. The musicians took the stage as we entered the amphitheater, and started playing as we reached our seats, at 8:15. Perfect!

But I had forgotten about the hazard of the parking lot for the venue. It took us 40 minutes to get out. So I estimate we spent over three hours in the car.

The show, by the way, was Sessanta. Maynard Keenan, of Tool, Puscifer and A Perfect Circle, decided to go on tour for his 60th birthday. He took APC and Puscifer on the road, along with Primus. He enjoyed it so much, he did it again this year.
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Punk ([personal profile] runpunkrun) wrote in [community profile] gluten_free2025-06-01 08:22 am
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Prompt: Favorites

Our prompt for June is favorites! Could be a favorite cookbook, frozen dinner, or lip balm. As long as it's gluten free it qualifies.

To fill this prompt, you can:

  1. Slide into the comments of this post and share a link to a recipe, product, or resource and why you like it.
  2. Write up a favorite recipe and post it to the comm.
  3. Post a review of a related product or cookbook to the comm.
  4. Try someone's recipe and reply to their post (or comment) with any changes you made and how it turned out.
Monthly prompts are only for inspiration and not a requirement. You can post whatever you like to the comm whenever you like as long as it meets the community guidelines.

And, a reminder, you can now tag your own posts!

Here's what's going on in the comments:

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Zhelana ([personal profile] zhelana) wrote2025-06-01 10:48 am
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140 in 1400 List

Finished This Month

Comply with PT exercises
Go out to photograph 12 times in 2025
Read 50 books 2025
Watch 200 educational videos 2025


Progress This Month

Progress )
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inchoatewords ([personal profile] inchoatewords) wrote2025-06-01 10:09 am

Media Post

Movies: None.

Television/Streaming: This past week's Taskmaster episode was really great. The whole group just seem to get along really well together and I love it. Jason is an absolute chaos gremlin and I'm here for it. The most recent Um, Actually was themed to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which (bad nerd, no cred) I have never seen. So might start watching that.

Books: I haven't finished any this week. I'm currently reading Pathogenesis: A History of the World in Eight Plagues by Jonathan Kennedy. This isn't quite what I was expecting given the subtitle, as it sounds like it would be about specific plagues; in looking this up I see that the UK subtitle is "How Germs Made History," which is MUCH more in line with the book's premise. Anyway, it is quite interesting and I enjoy the interdisciplinary approach. This is for the nerd book club for June.

Music: Continuing with the Rolling Stone albums project, I listened to two more of the albums, #496 and #495.

Number 496 is ¿Dónde Están los Ladrones? by Shakira. This was not on the 2012 list. Rolling Stone blurb:
Long before she went blond and took her never-lying hips to the top of the American pop charts, Shakira was a raven-haired guitar rocker who’d hit peak superstardom in the Spanish-speaking world with her 1995 LP, Pies Descalzos. To keep up the momentum, Shakira enlisted Emilio Estefan to help produce her next LP, this stellar globetrotting dance-rock set, which blends sounds from Colombia, Mexico, and her father’s native Lebanon.


I really liked this one a lot! I listened to it a bunch last week (which is probably why I only got through one other album, haha). But it's very enjoyable; there are some dancey numbers, some 90s rock, a ballad or two, and some Arabic pop influences. Some fave tracks: "No Creo," "Inevitable," "Que Vuelvas," and "Ojos Así," which is the final track and I dare you not to dance to it, haha.

Number 495 is II by Boys II Men. This was also not on the 2012 list. Rolling Stone sez:
With their innocent romanticism and meticulous vocal arrangements, Boyz II Men became the most commercially successful R&B vocal group of all time. II includes two mammoth hits, courtesy of Babyface: “I’ll Make Love to You” and the audaciously baroque “Water Runs Dry.” But the group’s own Nathan Morris and Shawn Stockman composed II‘s most poignant moment, “Khalil’s Interlude,” a soft onslaught that’ll leave you sobbing in the fetal position: “I need shelter from the rain/To ease the pain of changing from boys to men.”


Of course, I like this one, too. Some of these tracks were constantly on the radio during my early years of high school and I still love them today. "I'll Make Love to You," "On Bended Knee," and "Water Runs Dry" are all on this album; maybe cheesey, but as I've said before, I make no apologies anymore for what music I like, even if it isn't "cool." In addition, "Vibin'" and "I Sit Away" (which was written by Tony Rich of the Tony Rich Project; remember "Nobody Knows?") are also really good songs on this album.
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Susan Dennis ([personal profile] susandennis) wrote2025-06-01 07:11 am

Happy Pride!

It's only in the last few June's that being a Pride Ally has been a thing and I relish it. I'm not gay and I don't want to appropriate but I sure do want to show support. This year is even better. There's a big basket down at the front desk that is full of rainbow pride bracelets and really nice, quarter size lapel pins that nail my sentiment exactly.

pride

I love that Timber Ridge does this. We have very few, if any, out residents, but a giant portion of the staff is very young and very gay. It would be easy for Timber Ridge to ignore Pride so I am especially grateful that they do not and I'll be wearing my pin every day, thank you.

I got a text from Martha last night asking if I could make her a Pride doll. You betcha.

It's Julio's turn in the sun patch this morning. He turns 3 this month.

This morning I plan to be at the Dollar Store when they open at 9. I have a list. Then right home for the Phillies game which starts at 10. They got the skin ripped right off their ass yesterday. Time for a bounce back. I tried to listen to some of the Mariners game but just could not. I followed it on the gameday website and they finally won in the 11th inning.

My WAY too expensive Litter Robot is acting up. I do like it but I don't like fucking with it. It needs to be taken apart and cleaned up with some bits replaced and I'm just not doing that. So yesterday I looked at replacements. There's no clear fabulous alternative. But, then I got struck by a reality bolt. Here in this apartment, I don't need no stinkin' automated litter box. I now have a crystal clear knowledge of their bathroom schedule and it's steady so easy to manage, plus, there is a shoot down to a dumpster just two doors down from here. So I'm going to just let this Litter Robot go until it dies and then replace it with a simple box.

My last monster/robot flew the coop yesterday so after Martha's Pride doll, I need to crank up that machine again.

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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2025-06-01 10:26 am
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Contamination begins almost immediately

City of Fear (1959) has no frills and no funds and it doesn't need either when it has the cold sweat of its premise whose science fiction had not yet become lead-lined science fact. It's late noir of an orphan source incident. Its ending is not a place of honor.

Unique among atomic noirs of my experience, City of Fear couldn't care less about the international anxieties of nuclear espionage or even apocalypse, at least not in the conventionally pictured sense of flash-boiling annihilation. More akin to a plague noir, it concerns itself with the intimately transmissible deteriorations of acute radiation syndrome as it tracks its inadvertent vector through the bus stops and back alleys and motor courts of the city he can irradiate with nothing more than a nauseated cough, the drag of a dizzied foot, the clutch of a sweat-soaked palm. As Vince Ryker lately of San Quentin, Vince Edwards has all the hardbodied machismo of a muscle magazine and the cocky calculation of an ambitious hood, but he's a dead man since he shoved that stainless steel canister inside his shirt, mistaking its contents for a cool million's worth of uncut heroin. It's a hot sixteen ounces of granulated cobalt-60 and it has considerably more of a half-life than he does. Well ahead of the real-life incidents of Mexico City, Goiânia, Samut Prakan, Lia, this 75-minute B-picture knows the real scare of our fallout age is not the misuse of nuclear capabilities by bad actors, but simply whether our species which had the intelligence to split the atom has the sense to survive the consequences. "I doubt if anyone can explain that calmly to three million people without touching off the worst panic in history."

The plot in this sense is mostly a skin for the philosophy, a procedural on the eighty-four-hour clock of its antihero's endurance as the authorities scramble to trace their rogue source before it can ionize too much of an unprepared Los Angeles. In slat-blinded boxes of offices as blank as concrete coffers, Lyle Talbot and John Archer's Chief Jensen and Lieutenant Richards of the LAPD gravely absorb the crash course in containment delivered by co-writer Steven Ritch as Dr. Wallace, the radiological coordinator of the Los Angeles County Air Pollution Control District who bears the stamp of nuclear authority in his thin intense face and his wire-brush hair, a lecturer's gestures in his black-framed glasses and his quick-tilt brows. Pressed by the cops for a surefire safeguard against loose 60Co, he responds with dry truthfulness, "Line up every man, woman and child and issue them a lead suit and a Geiger counter." The stark-bulbed shelves of a shoe store's stockroom provide a parallel shadow site for the convergence of local connections such as Joseph Mell's Eddie Crown and Sherwood Price's Pete Hallon, whose double act of disingenuous propriety and insinuating jitters finds a rather less receptive audience in an aching-boned, irritable Vince, groaning over his mysterious cold even as he clings territorially to the unjimmied, unshielded canister: "Look, this stays, I stay, and you get rid of it when I say so." Already a telltale crackle has started to build on the film's soundtrack as a fleet of Geiger-equipped prowl cars laces the boulevards of West Hollywood and the drives of Laurel Canyon, snagging their staticky snarl on the hot tip of a stiff just as the jingle of an ice cream truck and the clamor of eager kids double-underline the stakes of endangered innocence. While Washington has been notified, the public is still out of the loop for fear of mass unrest, the possibility of evacuating the children at least. A night panorama of the dot-to-dot canyon of lights that comprises downtown L.A. recurs like a reminder of the density of individuals to be snuffed and blighted if Vince should successfully crack the canister into an accidental dispersal of domestic terrorism: "He's one man, holding the lives of three million people in his hands." At the same time, he skulks through a world that for all its docu-vérité starkness of Texaco stations and all-night Thrifty Drug Stores seems eerily depopulated, a function perhaps of the starvation-rations production, but it suggests nonetheless the post-apocalyptic ghost this neon concentrate of a metropolis could turn into. It might be worse than a bomb, this carcinogenic, hemorrhagic film that Dr. Wallace forecasts settling over the city if the high gamma emitter of the cobalt gets into the smog, the food chain, the wildlife, the populace, Chornobyl on the San Andreas Fault. "Hoarse coughing, heavy sweat, horrible retching. Then the blood begins to break down. Then the cells." With half a dozen deaths on his conscience as the picture crunches remorselessly toward the bottom line of its hot equations, we can't be expected to root for Vince per se, but he isn't so sadistic or so stupid that he deserves this sick and disoriented, agonized unraveling. His relations with Patricia Blair's June Marlowe are believably tender as well as studly, sympathetically admitting in her arms that he just wanted something better for the two of them than an ex-con's "dead meat dishwashing for the rest of your life." A cool redhead, she's a worthy moll, unintimidated by police interrogation or the onset of hacking fever. A sly, dark anti-carceral intimation gets under the atomic cocktail of tech almost in passing—the fatal canister came originally from the infirmary at San Quentin, where it was used in what Lieutenant Richards describes as "controlled volunteer experiments" and Vince more colloquially identifies as "secret junkie tests." Perhaps we are meant to presume that the prison grapevine jumbled the science, allowing him to confuse the expanding field of cobalt therapy for drug trials and thus a lethal radionuclide for a lucrative opioid. The fact of human experimentation regarded fearfully by maximum-security inmates remains. Their radiation safety was evidently nothing to write home about either way.

It's worth a million. )

Co-written by Ritch and Robert Dillon, this terse little one-way ticket was directed for Columbia by Irving Lerner, a past master of documentaries and microbudgets and an alleged Soviet asset while employed by the Bureau of Motion Pictures, or at least he was accused of unauthorized photography of the cyclotron at UC Berkeley in 1944. Wherever he got his feel for nuclear paranoia, it is intensely on display in City of Fear, its montages a push-pinned, slate-chalked, civil-defense-survey-metered feast of retro-future shock. Lucien Ballard once again shoots a grippingly unglamorous noir of anonymously sun-washed sidewalks and night-fogged intersections. The low-strings score by Jerry Goldsmith pulses and rattles with jazz combo edginess, all off-beat percussion and unease in the woodwinds and jabbing brass, closing out the film on a bleak sting of the uncertainly protected city. I discovered it on Tubi, but it can be watched just as chillingly on YouTube where its existentialism, like a committed dose, spreads from the individual to the national to the planetary. No one in it wears proper PPE, but it names its deadly element outright. For a study in whiplash, double-feature it with A Bomb Was Stolen (S-a furat o bombă, 1962). This contamination brought to you by my controlled backers at Patreon.
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tehfanglyfish ([personal profile] tehfanglyfish) wrote in [community profile] sid_guardian2025-06-01 10:10 am
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Guardian Bonus Bingo June Prompts

Hello Guardian Creators!

We’re so excited to to bring you the first prompts for Guardian Bonus Bingo 2025!

While the fest account is located on Tumblr, you don't have to be a Tumblr user to participate or to earn a badge at the end of the fest. (Filling one prompt per month over five months is what matters for earning the badge, not where you post your fills.)

Here are a few things to be aware of as we begin.

  • This is a low-stress fest. The point is to create fan works and have fun.
  • All modes of creation are accepted! This includes things like fic, art, podfic, meta, play lists, mood boards, rec lists, and more. If it's a new creation you made for the fest, more than likely it counts as a fill.
  • All ratings, all ships, rpf, Weilan derivatives, and even works based on other Priest novels are accepted. Please tag accordingly.
  • New! Three prompts per month instead of one. This is to give people more options. You only need to create for one prompt to earn a fill. (You are, however, welcome to complete or combine all of them if you’d like.)
  • Prompts are inspiration only – follow them as strictly or as loosely as you’d like
  • No min/max content requirements.
  • No works created using generative AI

June (B) Prompts:

Chase | Door Key | Respite

Remember that you only need to make a creation for ONE of these to earn a fill.

You have the entire month of June to complete your fill. We’ll also have a grace period at the end of the fest for any missed fills.

About/FAQ - Contains full fest info

AO3 Collection - You may also post in other places (Bluesky, Dreamwidth, etc.)

If you are on Tumblr and @ our Tumblr account, we’ll happily reblog your fill.

Let us know if you have any questions.

Have fun and happy creating!