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A Good and Important Pup [Dec. 10th, 2017|12:42 pm]
This post is brought to you from a blanket fort on my living room floor, which is where I'm going to be spending the foreseeable future...

Saturday lunchtime saw me basically throwing a credit card at a vet and going FIX THIS DOG.

She'd chased a deer out of the woods and onto the main road; the deer made it the dog didn't. I found out later that she'd been hit by a van, the driver of which had promptly fucked off. You know what, I hope my dog fucked up your van when she was bouncing off it, arsehole. At the time all I heard was the crunch and then her screaming (dogs, as it transpires, can scream) and I was sure she was dead. I honestly don't think I'll ever know how she managed to drag herself through a quarter mile of thick undergrowth, over and under fallen trees, to get back to me.

I have a renewed respect for the kindness of strangers. A woman who'd seen the accident pulled over and and trekked down into the woods to look for me so I knew what had happened. A guy I only know by his dog's name carried her up to the nearest access road for me. A woman whose only connection to me is that her dog plays with mine drove us to the veterinary hospital and held my hand while they did an ultrasound on her to see if she'd ruptured anything internally.

God, I was in bits. I don't have a well paying job. I don't have a partner or children. I don't have any particular talents. I do have This Dog.

Somehow she managed to avoid any internal injuries (thank you, God, I really will go to Christmas Mass this year, honest) and although she has a broken leg that's probably going to require another credit card's worth of orthopedic surgery I don't even care because she's going to be okay.

Freya is being a brave little toaster and is dealing with this whole chain of events better than me. When they brought her up from the surgical floor to show me that she was, you know, alive she was trying to chase the cats being brought into reception in pet carriers, and, like, STOP CHASING CATS. YOU HAVE A BROKEN LEG. STOP CHASING ANYTHING. THIS IS HOW THIS HAPPENED.

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Books [Nov. 27th, 2017|02:38 pm]

Final Girls - Riley Sager
The Last Place You Look - Kristen Lepionka
The Prey of Gods - Nicky Drayden
Wolf by Wolf - Ryan Graudin
Artemis - Andy Weir
Little Fires Everywhere - Celeste Ng

I already had Final Girls - a fairly generic thriller in which three 'final girls', the only survivors of previous massacres, find themselves the target of a new killer - out from the library when I read the thing about how Riley Sager is the pen name of a dude named Todd who was trying to cash in on the fact that female penned thrillers in the vein of Gone Girl and The Girl on the Train seem to make real money. And while lots of authors write under more than one name, and it shouldn't necessarily be a big deal, something about this one left a bad taste in my mouth. I don't know if I would have liked it more had I read it without knowing about the author, but as it was a lot of the handling of the female characters made me think, yeah, this was written by a dude named Todd.

Luckily, I liked The Last Place You Look a whole lot more; plus I'm almost entirely sure Kristen Lepionka really is a woman. It's about a hard drinking bisexual private investigator called Roxane Weary. I really love it when these noir-ish sorts of of books are about women, and this was a good one. Apparently it's the first in a series, and I will certainly be back for more.

Prey of Gods is one of those books that's super hard to explain, so I'm going to talk about by means of a pro - con list.

Pros: the AI uprising, South African demigods, one protagonist is a super violent demigoddess nail technician, another is a transwoman, two more a teenaged gay couple, it is really fucking good.

Cons: phonetically spelled South African accents.

So, you know, you can make up your own mind.

The nazis won alternate histories are a dime a dozen, and while I've enjoyed some of them (The Small Change Trilogy comes to mind) Wolf by Wolf was not one of those. It's about a girl who is experimented on in a concentration camp and ends up with face changing powers. And first of all, the idea of someone getting superpowers from eugenics experiments was, I thought, in very poor taste. And then, of course, the assassination of Hitler is down to this teenaged girl, all the while she's caught between two boys, and oh god...

In the end, the tastelessness bothered me more than the generic YA-ness of it all, but both were offputting.

Artemis is a heist set on the moon. In the end, it's not quite as cool as that premise makes it sound. The nerdy, engineering details are a bit pasted on in places, and it doesn't quite have the same charm as The Martian. But it's still a heist set on the moon, and as such is very, very cool. I also feel like I want to give points to Andy Weir for making his new protagonist a woman of Saudi Arabian extraction, because I feel like it would have been easy for him to write white guy sci-fi forever.

I had really liked Celeste Ng's first novel, but Little Fires Everywhere, set in the US suburbs in the 90s and featuring class differences and cross racial adoptions, did very little for me. Maybe if I were more of literary fiction person...

(Graphic Novels of late have been: The Mighty Thor: Lords of Midgard, The Mighty Thor: The Asgard/Shi'ar War, Bombshells: Allies, Mockingbird: I Can Explain.

Jane Foster!Thor continues to be my favourite, and of the comics I've tried so far the one where the art style works best for me.

Bombshells with it's ladies kissing and no super dudes allowed clubhouse is so very much in my wheelhouse that I don't even care that the plot lurches around a tiny bit incoherently.

I'm not surprised Mockingbird was not long for this world, it was cute and funny and all, but it leaned too hard on the puzzlebox aspect which was not nearly as clever as it seemed to think it was.)

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Things I Have Been Putting In My Eyeballs [Nov. 23rd, 2017|11:45 pm]
There are things to like about suburban living (having a garden, and a medium to large-ish dog to dig up said garden) and things to hate about it (all the commuting, being at the mercy of public transport) but the pro-column got a boost recently when they did up the local cinema with reclining seats and a bar but the tickets stayed well cheaper than they are in the big cinema in town.

As a result I've seen more films in a two week period than I usually do all year.

I liked Thor: Sinclair ZX 84 Ragnarok a lot. Valkyrie was my favourite, to the surprise of no one. Loki worked for me as the annoying younger sibling, in a way that he never did as fandom's favourite woobie or a world threatening villain. I love Sif, so I was sad she wasn't in it, although maybe not if she was just going to be dispatched immediately like the Warriors Three. Anyway, I've decided that she was off on some mission to one of the other realms and she's fine. And because I'm currently plugging my way through The Mighty Thor comics I have decided to pretend that there was an additional post-credits scene of a miraculously non-destroyed Milonjir, and a manicured female hand reaching down to pick it up.

I love me a good Agatha Christie, and Murder on the Orient Express is one of my favourite books, but alas I did not love the movie. Too many characters, plus too much stunt casting. I was watching it going: there's Judi Dench and Olivia Coleman! I've no idea who they're playing, or what they're doing here, but, yep, there they are! And Kenneth Branagh didn't work at all for me as Poirot, all I could think was: why is this obvious Englishman putting on a Belgian accent?

Basically, I think Murder on the Orient Express needs to be a mini-series, and that Poirot needs to be David Suchet. Nothing compares to the ITV show I used to watch when I bunked off school, is my point.

Justice League was a film that I... saw. It was nice to finally like this version of Superman, and the Flash was totally adorable. Wonder Woman was there, and that was good.. But they should have done Aquaman before the team up, because Barry and Victor's origin stories and abilities were easy enough to pick up on the fly, but I have yet to find anyone who can explain Arthur's powers or origins to me without referring to the comics.

There were some really neat moments/shots (Diana perched on the statue of justice was awesome!) but mostly it was Joss Whedon nonsense (endless quipping/the Flash falling on Wonder Woman's boobs) mixed up with Zack Snyder nonsense (CGI fucking everything/the Wonder Woman upskirt shots).

Look, I don't know which one of you boys was responsible for the camera position fixed on Gal Gadot's ass, but stop it at once.

Justice League is not a bad movie. It's no Batman vs. Superman; it's basically coherent and not allergic to likeable characters, but I was never going to love it for the same reason I'm never going to be more than passingly interested in The Avengers: there are too many dicks on the dancefloor. Bring on Wonder Woman 2 I say!

My sister gave me her Netflix password so that I could keep up with Star Trek: Discovery, and I liked the first run of episodes, if with reservations. I have gotten over my bitterness at the loss of Captain Georgiou, although on some level I do wish that we'd gotten that show. I feel like the show where Burnham was Georgiou's first officer would have been more, you know, trekkie in a lot of ways. Jason Isaacs is great, and Lorca is fascinating but I'm discombobulated by finding a starfleet captain sketchy, and even more so by a Star Trek show that wants me to find its captain sketchy; and I say this as someone who's all time favourite Trek episode is In the Pale Moonlight.

I don't think it's a coincidence that Discovery's best episode, the time loop one, obviously, was also the one that felt the most like traditional Star Trek.

My new favourite minor character is Admiral Cornwall (...which may be part of my ...the fuck, Lorca? problem) and I really liked the wee detail that one of the most badass admirals in starfleet history was a counselor, even if TNG didn't always know what to do with Troi.

One of the least helpful things about Netflix's binge watching model is the false sense of accomplishment it gives you. Like, you'll have a day off, some one will ask you what you did with it, and totally refuse to be impressed when you say you watched nine hours of seventies King George from Hamilton interviewing serial killers.

Mindhunter was a bit good, though. There are reasons to watch it other than the fact that Anna Torv plays a foxy lesbian professor; of course I did immediately write a fic shipping her with the only other female character with whom she shared one scene:

The Tortured Academic Wine Tasting and Cunnilingus Society (Mindhunter; Debbie/Wendy)

I think I'm getting better at this titling thing, don't you?

And because I've been writing this post for three days, and because I don't really fancy opening another tab, I'm going to throw the fic I wrote for got_exchange in here too. The one where Yara and Ellaria get to opt out of the zombie apocalypse by virtue of being prisoners, but ultimately come out on top:

The Driftwood Queens (Game of Thrones; Yara/Ellaria)

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Books n Teeth (the world's least successful small business) [Oct. 27th, 2017|06:39 pm]

The thing I hate most about how hard it is to get an NHS dentist is that I'm stuck with the dude who, every time I go in, grabs the front tooth that was knocked skew whiff by an overly affectionate labrador retriever (totally worth it) and attempts to waggle it, with a gleam in his eyes like, Do you want a quote for your inevitable bridgework now or later?

Anyway, books.

Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage - Jennifer Ashley
Mr Cavendish, I Presume - Julia Quinn
The War on Women - Sue Lloyd Roberts
The Tiger's Daughter - K Arsenault Rivera
The Dime - Kathleen Kent

It's been a while since I've read any regencies, so I decided to jump back into two series I'd started a while back. I'd liked the first book in the Mackenzies series, but Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage was meh in the extreme. Mr Cavendish, I presume was better written, unfortunately it was the second part of a duology and all it did was retell the events of the first book from the pov of a different character. It was like Julia Quinn had decided to remix her own novel, and done it in the least interesting way possible.

The War on Women is a series of essays on FGM, sex trafficking, the magdalene laundries, and all those other things that you know about but can't think too hard about in order to get through your day. Sadly the author passed away before she could finish the chapter on the pay gap in the UK, with specific references to care assistants versus male dominated jobs like dustmen. Hey, I know somebody who would have been interested in that!

Ugh, The Tiger's Daughter vexes me. On the one had it is high fantasy with two lesbian leads set in fantasy Mongolia. On the other hand it has an insurmountable structural problem that the entire narrative is told in a letter one character sends to another, recapping their shared history, and detailing events that the recipient of the letter was both present and awake for; I was not surprised when I read in the postscript that the author had got the idea while playing D&D because obviously; and there is not nearly enough attention paid to the fact that one of the characters is slowly turning into an orc. On a surprise third hand, it had fantasy Mongolia and lesbians and reading it so delighted me that I don't really care about its many and glaring flaws.

The Dime is a fish out of water story about a lesbian detective (I have a shelf on my goodreads account just called harold-they're-lesbians) from New York who moves to Dallas, Texas. It was a perfectly serviceable thriller until the last third where it took a disturbing turn into torture porn.

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Femslashex [Oct. 22nd, 2017|02:46 pm]
Well, that was fun!

I got two really lovely gifts. We Could Be Heroes, a Jessica Jones role reversal AU (I effing love role reversal AUs) where Trish is the one with powers, and Jessica is, well, Jessica. And obloquy, a Game of Thrones story where Yara and Ellaria, who were very much hard done by in S7, get the happy ending they deserve, frequenting brothels and scandalising the lords of Westeros. I am a very lucky girl!

And it wasn't written for me, but the Pride and Prejudice Mary/OFC fic The Part of Her Hair is one of those fics that just makes fandom a richer place.

I have been trying to do more exchanges this year, and the results have been, em, hit and miss. My fault, not that of anyone who's written anything for me. This has just not been a year of me doing my best work. That said, I think the fic I wrote for this is a bit good.

I got a request for Root/Shaw fic without any particular prompts, so I decided to write the finale fixit that I'd been meaning to write since last year. The lion's share of post finale Root/Shaw fics seem to go the route of the Machine and Root having faked Root's death in order to goad Harold into action; a fanon I can never get behind because 1) that's stupid, and 2) Root would never, not after what Shaw went through with Samaritan. So I went with the more traditional fixit: that obviously fatal gunshot wasn't nearly as bad as it looked, la la la. Also, I killed Harold, not because I don't like Harold, but because Reese and Finch dying together had been set up since the pilot, and what were they playing at not following through on that?

Schrodinger's Simulation
So, Schrodinger's simulation, it's simple: if Root lives, this is real; if she dies, it isn't.


Root survives, Shaw is a terrible nurse, and the Machine has some identity issues.

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Books [Oct. 10th, 2017|06:09 pm]

Wonder Woman: Warbringer - Leigh Bardugo
Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine - Gail Honeyman
What Happened - Hillary Rodham Clinton
SPQR - Mary Beard
The Ruin of Angels - Max Gladstone
Waking Gods - Sylvain Neuvel

DC's new, shiny thing is hiring Young Adult authors to write YA novels about their headliners, of which Warbringer was the first instalment. It had a couple of things working against it for me: I am super fussy when it comes to YA, and I've bounced pretty hard off Leigh Bardugo's work before. It also features a slightly different Themyscira from the movie, which felt like a mistake with the book following so hotly on its heels, and an actualfax teenaged Diana, which, um. That said, it was a fun adventure, it neatly sidestepped the het romance I was dreading, and the teenaged characters were fine, even though they were, you know, teenagers...

Hey, I think I've just put my finger on why most YA doesn't work for me!

I can't say I've much interest in the upcoming Batman or Superman books in the same series, but I will probably tag back in for Sarah J. Maas' Catwoman instalment.

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine is about a woman in Glasgow who grew up in care, has no understanding of social niceties, and is in massive denial about how lonely she is... then she accidentally makes a friend. As someone who doesn't have the best social skills (but is certainly more cognizant than Eleanor of where I'm going wrong) my levels of secondhand embarrassment reading this were off the charts like whoa. But once I got over that it really was a very lovely, very uplifting book.

My first reaction to What Happened was that I wasn't going to read it, but I would defend to the death Clinton's right to have written it. I mean, it's not like Hillary Clinton is the first politician to have lost an election, or the first to have written a book about it. I don't know what it is about her specifically that makes people think that she should put her herself out to sea on an iceflow, accompanied only by that woman from Game of Thrones shouting SHAME. Just kidding. Of course I know why that is, everyone knows why that is.

Then bits of it started leaking out, and it seemed like she was mad at all the same people I was mad at, and baffled by all the same things I was baffled by, so I picked it up. It opens on election night, and I immediately started bawling like a baby. I'm still baffled by the reviews that called it an exercise in deflecting blame, because she accepts responsibility in this, she accepts so much responsibility that by the end I was going 'okay, it was your fault, I get it, enough already.' Mostly the book is her going: 'I was the candidate, the buck stops with me. But this was a weird election, and other things were happening. Here are some of them.' Which seems more than fair to me.

It did veer into the saccharine in places, mostly where she was talking about religion, but that might have been me being British and going 'ew, get this religion off my politics, it's all sticky'. And she does go on a fair bit about having won the popular vote, which is fair enough; in her position I would have had that tattood on my face.

I kind of want to say you done fucked up, America, but I feel like you already know that.

I have never been that interested in ancient Rome, but I have been extremely fond of Mary Beard ever since she got publicly lambasted for daring to go on Question Time looking like how you'd expect an oxbridge classics professor to look, while also being a woman, and shortly thereafter doing a BBC series on Calligula while wearing gold lame converse because zero fucks were given.

Anyway, SPQR was very readable, even for someone who picked it up more out of feminist feeling for the author than interest in the subject matter.

I've talked before about how much I love Max Gladstone's godpunk Craft sequence, and on paper The Ruin of Angels should have been my favourite; it featured library heist and all the relationships were f/f, but it felt like the flaws of the previous books were writ large in this.

The worldbuilding always was the best thing about this series (and it is seriously fucking awesome) but here it felt like the books were starting to crumble under the weight of all that worldbuilding. The plot, such as it was, felt like we were just moving from one worldbuilding set-piece to another until everything happened in the last fifty pages. And the characters desperately tried to avoid telling each other plot relevant information in case that accidentally created some story momentum.

On the upshot, there's an admin demon who considers taking bloody, demonstrative action to stop people erroneously flagging intra-office mail as triple urgent, and a lady knight who breaks her lady love out of prison with the line: knights can rescue their ladies from towers; that's practically what knights are for.

Basically, there's individual moments of brilliance interspersed through a sea of meh.

Waking Gods is the sequel to Sleeping Giants which I'd really loved a couple of months ago. It's plot can be summarised thusly: what good does a giant, unstoppable robot do you when the other guys have thirteen giant, unstoppable robots? Both books are told through interviews and log entries, and even if I'm not totally sold on the SF plot, they are super quick, super twisty, super fun reads.

(Graphic novels were Bombshells: Enlisted, and The Mighty Thor: Thunder in her Veins, both of which I got a hell of a kick out of. Because I am new to comics, and because there are so many, while I am but one person, my method to winnowing them down to the ones I might want to read is: no dudes need apply.)

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To Boldly Go... [Sep. 26th, 2017|01:30 pm]
One of the reasons to be glad my sister is visiting is that she gave me her Netflix password so that I could watch the first two episodes of the shiny new Star Trek.

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Remix Reveals (the unusual amount of time spent musing on Stannis Baratheon 'mix) [Sep. 25th, 2017|12:52 pm]
Earlier this year I tried to game my sign up in an exchange, failed badly, and found myself writing a fic about the Baratheon brothers at The Wall, focused on Renly, who by a very small margin I find the least boring of the three. (Brother, It's Cold Outside.)

[archiveofourown.org profile] prodigy remixed it into the Stannis centric Black Horns, White Snow which I liked a lot; Stannis' bitterness at Ned was darkly hilarious, and it fixed some issues with Stannis' characterisation that I felt my original had.

My remixee was [archiveofourown.org profile] The_Plaid_Slytherin who writes a lot of fic about Stannis, all of it good, and all of it skated right over my eyeballs because even after all my years in ASOIAF fandom my feelings about Stannis are still mostly: Who? What? Huh?

Writing fic about characters you don't like doesn't necessarily have to be hard (there's a difference between having a different take and bashing, obviously, and you should try to stay on the right side of that) but what is hard is fic about characters whose existence you struggle to remember.

I do understand why people get irked when it seems obvious that your remixee has scrolled through your works looking for one of these things which is not like the others (I've had it happen to me) but sometimes with remixes it's unavoidable, because sometimes the answer to the question how would I write this fic? is simply I wouldn't.'

I ended up remixing a short fic about Loras and Margaery bonding (For The Best) into a Margaery character study. For the Best (My Church Offers No Absolutes Remix).

As a remix it's less than ideal, but on the plus side I was writing it just as the show pulled Rhaegar and Elia's annulment out of its ass, and I managed to channel my annoyance into the line: Many men came to care little for their wives, that was why the laws of gods and men made it all but impossible for a husband, king or commoner, to set his lawful wife aside.

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I'm British. I've Come to Take Your Land [Sep. 20th, 2017|02:05 am]
1. My little sister is visiting from the Republic of Ireland. She was in a pub in Dublin, and a couple of people asked her what she was doing in Ireland, and she said: "I'm British. I've come to take your land." And then she had to go to the airport and flee the country immediately. Well, no. I mean, yes but no. She's on loan back to a Scottish university to work on a project she doesn't want to be on, for a senior academic that she doesn't much like, for a grand total of zero pounds sterling (something holding references and publications over her head something something.) Sometimes I think about the difference between having a job and having a career, and at the moment I think it's that when I have to do things I don't want to do, at the behest of people I don't like, I at least get paid for it.

On her first day back, she was on a bus where somebody threw a bicycle at the driver, who stood up and chased him down the street. And because she hasn't been living in Glasgow for a couple of years she considered this 'weird' and 'frighting', and not 'a good reason to be late for work' or 'a tuesday'. So I've been loaning her my car, and as my car is held together by string and happy thoughts (that, of course, being the other big difference between having a career and a job) I'd warned her to keep an eye out for any of the engine management lights coming on. Anyway, cue later that night when she called frantic because there was a light on the dashboard that wouldn't go off. It was the handbrake light. She hadn't let the handbrake off, and it was the handbrake light. I love her.

2. I have had Freya - ridiculous mostly labrador, much loved bane of my existence, and reason for getting out of bed on mornings when I just want to go nope - for three years now, and to celebrate my mum made her a birthday cake. Liver & kidney, which, yes, is as disgusting as it sounds. It's worth noting that I have passed thirty-four birthdays on this green Earth, and my mother has yet resisted any temptation to make me a birthday cake.

I've actually been having some behaviour problems with Freya. Earlier in the summer she was attacked by two Vizslas (a couple of stitches in her eyelid, a bad fright, and me nearly coming to blows with the owner.) But ever since then she's been determined to get her revenge in first with almost every female dog she meets.

In almost all respects I think dogs are better than people, but you can't explain female solidarity or internalised misogyny to a dog; then again, you can't explain those to most people, so maybe we'll call that one a draw.

And she's still a total pet with people, so.

3. It occurred to me that I'd never actually made use of the Netflix free trial. I watched Below Her Mouth (porn, basically), a bunch of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (the best hangover telly there has ever been or will be), two seasons of You Me Her (actually really good), a season and a half of iZombie (I thought the first season was awesome; during the second I thought that the joke that Liv basically becomes the person whose brain she'd eaten was wearing thin, and I didn't give a rat's ass about anything that was going on with Major.)

I tried the first episodes of Santa Clarita Diet (too gross) and One Day at a Time (too much laugh track) but nah.

But the bigger thing was that Netflix has half-assed its crackdown on vpns, so while you can't watch anything, you can see how much better the US version is, kind of killing any desire I had to shell out for the clearly inferior UK version.

4. I have been on this thing of writing for more exchanges in 2017, and honestly, I'm not sure this has been leading to my best work: Exhibit A: my contributions to [community profile] auexchange

Truth, Justice, and a Really Good Dental Plan (Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Superhero AU)

"What I'm saying is: do you think they're trying to Avengers Assemble us? Collecting New York's finest superheroes, and---"

The elevator doors dinged open, revealing Hitchcock and Scully.

"--'Kay," said Jake. "Never mind."

The Morning After the War Before (Person of Interest, Everybody Lives AU)

Sometimes Root wasn't sure that they hadn't lost the war after all, and that she wasn't living out some digital afterlife in the best simulation the Machine could come up with.

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Lovely Fics That I Have Read Recently [Sep. 15th, 2017|04:22 pm]

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters by [personal profile] st_aurafina (Person of Interest; Root/Shaw, Reese/Finch, 52k, Sentinel AU)

In 2001, Harold advised on a project called Cascade, not knowing he was a Guide himself. Years later, he and John, a Sentinel on the run from Cascade, must help Shaw, who has just lost her own Guide when the Project turned on her. Complicating matters is Root, searching for Harold's Machine and interfering with their rescue of Shaw.

THIS IS SO GOOD, YOU GUYS. I don't know the sentinel & guide trope from adam, but this slots it into PoI canon super neatly without ever feeling like it's being explained to you. And is basically just long, and in character, and really super delightful.

Perimeter Oscillations by [archiveofourown.org profile] architeuthis (DC movies; Lois/Diana; 14k)

On the trail of a mythological beast, Diana runs into Lois Lane, who is pursuing her own investigation.

Lois Lane is the saving grace of the DCEU's take on Superman, and this gives such good Lois.

Etta Candy's Last Stand by [archiveofourown.org profile] sanguinity (Wonder Woman; Etta/Diana; 2k)

This is the way Etta is going to die: trapped between a bed and Diana Prince’s breasts.

If you are having a bad day and puppy pictures just aren't cutting it for you, read this fic, I promise it will make you feel better. It is just super delightful.

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