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But Daddy he don't hear 'em / He's yellin' at the Christmas tree
Happy holidays to all who are celebrating!
It's been a bit of a mixed bag here, but overall I'm so glad I decided not to go to my father's for the break. Any stresses have been solely of the roommate and school variety, which are certainly more minor monsters. I got myself a job today - an RA position for the winter term. I'm a little worried about the time commitment involved; I think I'm the only person in my cohort still taking four courses (three is considered full-time) and on top of that I've discovered that I'm really not partial to carrying out the minutiae of Humanities research with all its tricky coding and weighting and ethics and trying to quantify qualitative data. There's a reason I originally majored in a field where all the subjects have been dead for millenia. Still, money.
Coming back from the interview, I stopped in at the comic shop. One of my fantastic classmates gave gift certificates from her husband's store to those of us who worked with her on a group project for our comic book course. This store is doubly fantastic because everything is priced according to what the exchange rate was when the merchandise was purchased, which is always much cheaper than what goes on the back cover. I got the second little TPB of Runaways and also Astro City: Confession, which is one of my very favourites of the series for both the main arc and the beautiful The Nearness of You, and it prompted me to drabble.
I don't know if anyone on my f-list is an Astro City fan, but if you do know what I'm talking about, I'm sure you'll agree that even if they weren't loosely modelled on Batman and Robin and slashy in their own right, the Confessor and Altar Boy would lend to wickedness by their names alone.
Title: Mortification
Fandom: Astro City
Pairing: Brian Kinney/Jeremiah Parrish (unrequited)
Rating: G
Notes: Spoilers.
He still thinks about him every day, every night, when the city is humid and still, when the city is cold as a tomb. Jeremiah Parrish is the voice of reason when he's investigating, his shadow on a moonlit prowl.
Four years, and Brian has made peace with regret. At sixteen, he was brave enough to leap off a ten-storey building, but never to ask, hardly even to wonder...
He wears one of Parrish's cowls, taken from the vestry, and it rubs against his cheek and whispers in his ear with every movement he makes.
His own brand of mortification.
Happy holidays to all who are celebrating!
It's been a bit of a mixed bag here, but overall I'm so glad I decided not to go to my father's for the break. Any stresses have been solely of the roommate and school variety, which are certainly more minor monsters. I got myself a job today - an RA position for the winter term. I'm a little worried about the time commitment involved; I think I'm the only person in my cohort still taking four courses (three is considered full-time) and on top of that I've discovered that I'm really not partial to carrying out the minutiae of Humanities research with all its tricky coding and weighting and ethics and trying to quantify qualitative data. There's a reason I originally majored in a field where all the subjects have been dead for millenia. Still, money.
Coming back from the interview, I stopped in at the comic shop. One of my fantastic classmates gave gift certificates from her husband's store to those of us who worked with her on a group project for our comic book course. This store is doubly fantastic because everything is priced according to what the exchange rate was when the merchandise was purchased, which is always much cheaper than what goes on the back cover. I got the second little TPB of Runaways and also Astro City: Confession, which is one of my very favourites of the series for both the main arc and the beautiful The Nearness of You, and it prompted me to drabble.
I don't know if anyone on my f-list is an Astro City fan, but if you do know what I'm talking about, I'm sure you'll agree that even if they weren't loosely modelled on Batman and Robin and slashy in their own right, the Confessor and Altar Boy would lend to wickedness by their names alone.
Title: Mortification
Fandom: Astro City
Pairing: Brian Kinney/Jeremiah Parrish (unrequited)
Rating: G
Notes: Spoilers.
He still thinks about him every day, every night, when the city is humid and still, when the city is cold as a tomb. Jeremiah Parrish is the voice of reason when he's investigating, his shadow on a moonlit prowl.
Four years, and Brian has made peace with regret. At sixteen, he was brave enough to leap off a ten-storey building, but never to ask, hardly even to wonder...
He wears one of Parrish's cowls, taken from the vestry, and it rubs against his cheek and whispers in his ear with every movement he makes.
His own brand of mortification.