links & a meme

[glass_icarus]

In the absence of brain, have some shiny!

+ Yoon Ha Lee: The Winged City
+ trascendenza: Kamikaze Girl & Nikita icons
+ The Man With the Knives
+ wistfuljane's fic roundup
+ 12/21 lunar eclipse!
+ vidspam by vi
+ copperbadge's post on holiday giving

Also, via practically everyone at this point: If you were asked to pick one scene, one shot, one detail, one moment of some kind out of all the things I've made and say "This, this, for whatever reason, I remember, this is something that struck home with me, that I wanted to keep," what would it be?

eta; h-hahaha, I have been putting off tag re/organization forever but you can probably find most stuff here: 1, 2.

Comments

[avendya]

also, I have The Man With The Knives as an audiobook

[terajk]

Can I cheat on your meme?

"that unnoticed, and that unnecessary":

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, she tells herself. This doesn't belong to him, neither the secret rush of joy and firecrackers, nor the mini-banquet and hongbao her mother sends from home. (Well, technically Dumbledore gives her a hongbao too- filled with sesame candy instead of money- but that's not the same thing, even if she hasn't the heart to tell him his gestures are misplaced.) It's not the same anyway- it can't ever be, when she's at school on her own, cast adrift from the warmth of family and community- and she'd rather keep her celebrations private than suffer through awkward explanations.

So she says nothing. Smiles. Kisses Cedric before the match, cheers Hufflepuff even as she assesses Harry's flying, nods at Parvati across the pitch. Afterward, she leaves Cedric to his teammates and climbs to the top of the Astronomy Tower, where she sets up a tiny altar for her deceased ama with Dumbledore's candy and a stick of incense. It doesn't feel like enough, but she knows- she hopes- the sentiment is appreciated somewhere beyond the stars.

"appetite":

She devours knowledge the way lightning strikes: quickly, and heedless of any obstacles in her path. The day she learns to call it down is the day she feels the sky itself expanding within her, burning ice-cold and endless, a perfect blue.

[...]

What is life for, if not to taste and savor and swallow whole?