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whynot: Where's Waldo: je suis perdu (que hora son mi corazón)
 I'm watching the Magnificent Seven and hey, don't I know that Native American actor from somewhere? Turns out it's Jonathon Joss, who played Ken Hotate in 'Parks and Rec'. The movie's rolling on in the background and I'm looking up stuff about him. He voiced John Redcorn on 'King of the Hill', but I never watched that. Here's an interesting quote:

Are the roles for Native American actors better now than when you first got into the business?

I would love to say things have changed over that time, that there are more mature Native American characters being written, but I’m not sure that’s happened. I can say that at least Native American characters are allowed to think now instead of being the old sidekicks like Tonto, where the Lone Ranger asks “Are those four men on horses?” and Tonto says, “Yes. There are four men on horses.” Our characters now are a little deeper. They’re allowed to have their own thoughts. Sometimes non-Native American writers have us doing things we wouldn’t do or saying things we wouldn’t say — stuff that’s just not in our DNA — but at least we’re getting to think now. I’m still riding horses, shooting arrows and killing white people, so a lot hasn’t changed since I got into the business, but at least it hasn’t gotten worse.

I started watching the Ken Burns 'National Parks' documentary, subtitled America's Greatest Idea. "First," it seems to say, "you get rid of all the Indians." It's a history I've been delving into with increasing purpose. Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer is a beautiful book celebrating Native American relationships with the land. I found it really nourishing, with useful meditations on the concept of home. Sherman Alexie's The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven is a collection of short stories with a visceral, freewheeling style. I've only known his poems before, but this anthology makes me want to delve more into his prose. (hashtag tbt but i found myself wondering if candle-beck read and loved sherman alexie, back in the day. their styles felt similar.) I recommend both these books. Kimmerer and Alexie have vastly different styles, but there is something elegiac in both their works, her longing for a golden past and his anger at the current scars.

I don't know. I'm an immigrant in this country. I've had my green card for only a year and a half, and now I find myself wanting to know more about this place, especially the parts of it history has tried to stamp out. I'm on the lookout for more works by Native Americans, so if you have recommendations, let me know.
whynot: Once Upon a Time in Mexico: malaguena salerosa (up in lights)
 1. retirement for my dad isn't relaxation. that doesn't seem to be his dream. the dreams he is realizing, the ones he's pursuing now that he has the time and funds to, is to serve. in his twilight years, he seems to be getting his internal ducks in a row. finding order, finding peace in this way. he's working on a panel that approves climate change grants in southeast asia. he gives workshops to university students on how to improve their grant proposals for future projects. he's donating our old house to an orphanage and naming it for my mom, in honor of my grandparents. this moves me. i didn't get along with my mom, but i predict my dad will go through the rest of his life naming every good and beautiful thing in his life for her. our house, the stars, the sea - he'll call them by her name just so she is still in this world with him. the stars come back every night. the waters rise. he knows this. that's why he persists.

2. and then me. and then my love, and all the things i'd name for him. isn't it rude to want to measure joy? i'm curious yet content. a handful of secret names and a collection of habits curated over the course of almost half a life. the habit of constant and casual intimacy. my hand sliding along his forearm as i pass by. eye contact across a room then we kiss the air at each other at the exact same time because that's what muscle memory does. a certain angle of the head means kiss me. a casual kiss on the forehead as we carry dirty glasses to the kitchen is a thoughtless throwaway thing, too ubiquitous to be high in value. but we value it, which is the same as how we have it, which is the same thing as years of learning how to do this, knowing we'll never get it perfect but too deeply a part of one another to care. the bedroom is a mess. i like to hold him when the sun flickers gold on our white walls. i like to hold him when i can hear the rain outside. all my favorite stories are now rooted in this. a long-learned guilt says it's arrogance, that one day i'll pay for all this happiness. everyone who ever resented me will rejoice when i am hurt. i can't stop it; it leaks through in my beliefs. it leaks through in the stories i tell. i love you, i'm home. i love you i love you i love you and i'm home. if i keep this at arm's length for fear of losing it, i'll regret it. i know i'll regret it. he wakes up to kiss me, then burrows into my neck and goes back to sleep. this is what i use to remind me that life goes on, that it waits for me no matter what. and that's why i persist.

sup mom

May. 3rd, 2017 08:08 pm
whynot: SPN: surprise!Indonesia (all in the family)
 the mother’s day promos are out in full swing. i have been carrying around in my head the simple fact that most tangible way my mom is still in my life is through makeup. she bought me a clinique lipstick in ‘blushing nude’. it’s my perfect everyday shade. i bought a backup ‘cos i thought the first was about to run out, but it never seems to run out.

other things she gave me that i still have:

neutrogena healthy skin compact foundation in classic ivory - i don’t wear foundation, so i’ve only just begun to play around with this guy. maybe in the future i’ll start using foundation regularly, but rn i use it as a pore-filling primer ‘cos i’m usually too lazy to do a whole face

neutrogena healthy skin pressed powder in fair - used it to set concealer when i wear it, but i just bought a palette that has banana powder in it so we’ll see. both neutrogena products were for my wedding, which was very simple and very small. she probably bought them at target, which she loved and i think found novel because there are no targets back in the philippines & indonesia. 

- discontinued revlon blush. the mirror's broken. i should probably toss this, but i won't.

- skymall-exclusive lancome face palette. most of the pressed powders and eye stuff are kinda bad, except maybe the blush. the lipsticks are fine, but the palette sits in the bottom of the pile and i forget to use it

things she didn't give me but that i'll probably associate with her forever:

- that trendy shimmery lip color that's red with some blue in it. it looked good on her no matter what she wore. i want to pull off this color but i have nowhere to wear this kind of color to. mom didn't care, she'd just wear it everywhere and rocked it

- estee lauder's pleasures - floral, so not really my thing, but pretty. my mom smelled like this going to events

- davidoff's cool water - i love love LOVE how this smells. fresh aqua vibes. i probably would never wear it, though. too much association with mom.

i don't know why i wrote this, except that i've been getting into makeup and skin care, which my mom probably would've appreciated if she were still alive or if i had developed this interest at a younger age. i didn't give a shit about that kind of stuff when i was a kid, which i think irked her somewhat. she and i didn't have the best relationship, but she's dead now and it's gonna be mother's day soon, and for some reason this is what came out. remembering my mom through my new hobby.

whynot: hockey: stay warm in the wintertime (first line)
Dear author,

First of all, thanks for being here! I'm pumped to read whatever it is you wanna write about the things I wanna read! I basically fell in love with Canada's top line over the WCoH so my prompts have something of a theme...

Unsurprisingly, for any combination of Patrice Bergeron/Brad Marchand/Sidney Crosby that I've requested, I'd love something WCoH-centric. Slices of life before, during, and after the tournament. But also, before the tournament, Sid and Marchy have been working out together during the summers in Nova Scotia for the past few years, and I'd love something about their growing relationship over the years. I love hometown feelings, the comfort being on your own turf. idk if there's rivalry between Cole Harbour and Hammonds Plains or what, lol (though that would be great), but I'd love stuff like them showing each other where they skated as kids and where they hung out, stuff like that. Speaking of which, Bergy came to Halifax before the WCoH to bond and skate around, so that's prime fodder for that kind of thing right there. But bonding during the tournament or celebrating the win, those are all A+ too.

Whether it's threesome, or two of them are together and the third one knows or finds out, or two of them are together and no one else knows, I'm up for it! What else do I love, I love emotional game description e.g. what was going through their heads when Marchy scored the GWG short-handed. That "thrill of victory, agony of defeat" stuff, not always the details but how they galvanize the players and open floodgates for them - I eat it up with a spoon. It's been such a tremendous summer for Marchy in general, and it would be such a great bonus for me if you touched on that. Coming from a 37-goal season to win 2 golds, one of which you won playing on the same line with your BFF and your hometown boy? I cry. Marchy is my fave, so if you cast the spotlight a little more on him, that'd be a great bonus.

On a Bergy/Marchy note, Bergy said that he wasn't really worried that Marchy was gonna leave the Bruins by the time they got to final contract negotiations, but I'd be curious about the journey they took to how they both got to be this confident in Marchy's decision. The worry and uncertainty and wondering if they're gonna lose each other at the same time that they're stumbling to each other. Also, unrelatedly, I found this in my notes somewhere: DONT PLAY POND HOCKEY ON THE HAUNTED POND OR YOU'LL HAVE TO GO THRU SOME ORPHEUS-ASS SHIT TO GET YOUR BOYFRIEND BACK. So that's another prompt. I would love that premise for Marchy/Bergy, except with a happier ending lol

On Sid/Marchy note, this thing on my tumblr. On a general note, hockey's pretty much all I tumbl about these days so if you're curious to see how I feel about stuff and things, go ahead and click through.

To go to the other side of the spectrum, the AU that I've been thinking about a lot is one of them is a forest spirit and their woods are in danger of being clear-cut, so the other person (or people, if it's OT3) tries to stop this travesty. Or! A sailor(s) keeps getting lost at sea, and they figure out that it's because one of the stars he navigates by is missing from the sky. The star is the other half/third of the ship.

A belated DNW that I forgot to add on my sign-up: please don't use real life WAGs or Tyler Seguin. I've enjoyed and written fics with both, but I'm not feeling it for this specific challenge. <33

So yeah! Use and/or discard these prompts as your inspiration sees fit! I don't mean to get specific, just want to give you as many jumping-off points as possible so that you can find the one that suits you best! Good luck, author, and thanks again!

xoxo Las
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should be going to bed but i'm probably going to finish this episode of peaky blinders, this last one, 'cos it's a half day tomorrow anyway. pulling a joe, haha; he justifies late nights thusly. just gonna sit here and ponder death. joe and i joke about "haha i'm going to die before you do, then YOU'LL have to be sad instead of me haha!" and i've been in that headspace from a darker slant. i think my mom's dying. my friend gave me a book, that ny best seller comic that's a memoir about the artist's parents aging and dying. the artist's senile mother talks about conversing with her dead brother , and her caretaker says, "every time i hear her talking to her dead brother, i see a shadow on the bed."

my parents tell me these stories. a week before my grandmother died, she insisted she saw my grandfather in the yard. my grandmother's friend explained that he had come to pick her up, to see her safe passage. forty days after my grandfather died, my dad kept smelling the scent of a particular flower. it was no flower near where he was. it was the scent of the flowers that grew in the cemetery where his father was buried. forty days after someone's death is important in his religion. there is a ceremony; there are prayers. that night my dad dreamed that he walked through a garden with his father. the next day he told his friends and family this dream and they all said the same thing: his father had come to visit him, to make sure he was okay.

i don't have strong beliefs about the afterlife out of a deep-seated anxiety about being wrong about it. but i am moved by how death can push love to the forefront. death as a reminder of love. i will be irritated by anyone dismissing my family's grief through empiricism and rationalism, even though i cannot say whether i agree 100% to the exact alignment of my family's beliefs. i don't know. my grandmother was widowed at 21 with three children. her husband died in battle. his portrait hung in the first house i ever lived in and i have memorized his face, black and white and somber and young. my grandmother had to wait a long time to see him again. i hope they're happy, i think. i don't know.
whynot: baseball: he's my boy (batterymates)
Baseball's back! Well, kind of, spring training and such. After the white water rapids of hockey, baseball feels like slipping into a warm bath. I had the baseball game on the other day as I twiddled on the computer and it felt like having a screensaver on the TV. ALL MY FAVORITE BASEBALL BABIES WERE ON BASE WHEN PEDEY BROUGHT THEM HOME WITH A GRAND SLAM, so that's nice. Less nice: Bruins in a shootout.

flashficlet: Xander/Christian; trying to cover 3 languages in English )

So anyway. Man, I thought I loved the Krejci line, and I do, but the Spooner line is EXCITING and FUN, and admittedly a lot of that is David Pastrnak backchecking from his knees or dancing his way through a 1-on-3 for a shot on goal, BUT also seeing Ryan Spooner flourish and Looch basically adopting them as his tiny sons. They are always talking to each other on the bench, and Spooner may be the center, but the Looch is the one mentoring it out of him and Pastrnak is the one being his knight. SPOONER, LITTLE KING. Ryan Spooner with the Allen Webster face because he always looks kinda anxious all the time, like, it's his resting face or something.

notfic, Spooner/Pastrnak ramblings )
whynot: Pineapple Express: i'm hungry (fuck yeah fruit roll-ups)
- At first I thought it was Scott and Derek, but no. Even better, it's SID AND GENO IN WEREWOLF AU HOCKEY PHOTO BOMB. Check out the rest of her art, folks; it's entirely delightful.

- You guys know that tumblr college hockey comic, Check Please? Mentally I've cast Torey Krug as Eric Bittle and Sasha Kostrov from Junior League as Jack Zimmerman. Greenberg of Teen Wolf is, of course, the goalie.

- Once more, fell down a Bruins fandom rabbit hole yesterday and ended up in 2012 again, and it's... so fascinating, like people making posts like "Marchand's starting to get a lot of hate from around the league..." lololololol THE BECOMING~ But also cute posts about how in love the whole Bergeron line is with each other. This is back from before the full extent of Tim Thomas's douchery was exposed, so people were still fond of him.

- broons baseball au broons baesball au bruins baseblall au bruisn baseblla. Ugh, someday. SOMEDAY.

- But despite all the fic ideas both new and usual flying around, I should batten down the hatches on my exchange fic. I wrote ~400 words of it last night, so I'm almost halfway to the minimum word count. Part of me is all "LET IT SPRAWL, MAKE A MINIBANG" but honestly, figuring out the fic has been the sprawling minibang part, so.
whynot: hockey: stay warm in the wintertime (first line)
You For Me | hockey RPF | Tyler Seguin/Brad Marchand | T | ~2900 words
"On the ice, everything clarifies, but then Tyler steps out into the real world and it kind of unravels a bit."

So that's a thing that happened. I didn't think I usually went for this flavor Seguin/Marchand, but when I read the prompt, my brain was like, "Oh? Why not? WHY NOT?? AAAAAHHHDAKJDSK-!!!"

Anyway, Mr. Las and I were watching the BOS-VAN game, and when they got into the pusharound at the end, I burst out laughing. The sportscaster said something like "Brad Marchand is at the bottom of the pile," and I laughed even harder because what a dingus.

Las: He's just so, like--like Marchand would get these good breakaways and then instead of shooting he'd be like "I'm gonna practice my breakdancing".
Mr. Las: "Check out this spin move, bros - OH NO I LOST THE PUCK."

That's some nice fluting, Marchy.

Pens friends! What Pens Twitter account/sportsball blog would you rec?
whynot: SPN: angel say wut (OH NO THEY DINT)
Twice last week now, I burst out laughing 'cos I was reading fic on my phone and people around me were like "why are you laughing" and bros why do you think i laugh, i laugh because i am happy! i laugh because the world is a Beautiful Place. But I'm not going to tell you that it's because I'm reading fic about how Brad Marchand is sometimes a literal cat and how Sidney Crosby is about to partake of a consensual gangbang. Not in the same fic, but who's counting??

Pens friends! I have questions. )
whynot: SPN: all hail (queens of albion)
The shock has worn away and I'm fuzzy on a couple of beers, and now the nagging doubt settles. Krejci's injured again. We got a call-up playing center in his place. Granted, the Spooner line turned out to be effective tonight. And hey, Ferlin got his first point, and Bart and Caron played like they were determined to prove people wrong. But was Chicago the last hurrah before the long dark teatime of the soul? The Bruins haven't really proved themselves to be a durable team this season.

I missed the Bergeron goal because I was trying to figure out which channel it was on gdi NBC, but the Vines showed up soon enough. I watched it and my heart pretty much turned into the :') emoticon. Marchand to Smith to Bergeron. Marchand with the nice play to Smith, who has been struggling of late, who has been shuffled up and down the lines, who couldn't even look happy when he finally broke his scoring drought in Edmonton because it had been too long. He just looked hunted. But then the feed to Bergeron, and then the goal. This stupid fucking line. This king and his lionhearts. I hate them.

And then Smith got a goal, too! So that was nice.

Tuuka's losing it, though.

I got my hockeyexchange assignment! I'm very happy with it.

Also, in other Bruins stuff, can we talk about this? And how Dougie is all, "Wow, there is a lot of touching right now, I better put my hands in my pockets so I don't... touc...h...stuff........" It's getting hot in hurr. IDK DUDES THEY ARE ALL SO FOND OF PASTA AND IT IS GIVING ME ALL THE FEELS. #tbt to this dumb shit. Krug couldn't even stay upright and crashed into him in his rush. bb that is no helping way, but we can appreciate your intent.

do you ever cry

malcolm notfic feat. just a wee linguini )
whynot: etc: excuses, excuses (express yourself)
The game's in 20 mins and I already told Mr. Las I'm gonna be late for band practice tonight because I wanna watch my main man and yours, Malcolm Subban, make his NHL debut. Sometimes you gotta prioritize.

Relatedly, let's yell at the Bruins.

Dear human disasters, )
whynot: hockey: stay warm in the wintertime (first line)
ALL THE PIECES OF MY HEART. Pasta goes down on the high-stick and Krug literally falls over to get to him. GET THESE FEELINGS AWAY FROM ME. And here's Kells dadding it up. Everybody goes into Mama Bear mode for the kid.

In other news, my attention was brought to this Marchand/Seguin prompt and now I am DESTROYED. WHO ARE YOU, MARCHAND/SEGUIN ANON? LET'S BE FRIENDS.

He doesn't care who knows. )


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