Chronic ingrown toenails are evil and horrible and even with a high pain tolerance for most things, incredibly painful, both to have and to extract. And are worse if they break before you extract all of the ingrown nail.
This message brought to you by waking up by knocking the ingrown toenail that will not quit, and not being able to find a way to keep it safe from further such things even once soaked, gooped, and wrapped.
It has been a decent day. Words have been achieved and posted. Food has been consumed. I have not felt the need to sleep half the afternoon away.
Hugs for everyone, and I hope y’all sleep well when you get there!
*has one of the videos for cats up on their tv screen for visual noise and to distract the cat from staring at them from the dresser*
…. And that was what I thought I saw. I’m going to go giggle for a while now.
(here is a baby Groot on the fence that the camera is pointed at in the one section. It is animated by the various time skips that this video does. And it’s both adorable and slightly creepy because it mostly looks at the camera, and thus is staring at me. The rest of the time it’s making the birds look at it like “what the fuck is that” while they grab seeds, because it’s looking at the seed pile.
The disparity between their times certainly shows. Well done! And I love the way all the royals want to save face and act like they’re unfazed by everything.
Thank you!
(Margaret is curious, but isn’t too fussed about not knowing how things work. Owen, however, knows his liege, and also knows her family – and he’s planning on learning as much as he can, and writing it all down once he has access to writing materials, so he can bring it back for Margaret’s little brother Richard, who wants to know everything about everything.)
I don’t know much of the historical figures/characters here but I’m enjoying this 🙂
Margaret is an OC, and she doesn’t have a large part in anything else posted beyond this story, so the only person who has a firm handle on who she is is me. 🙂
Of the others…. John Holland, Thomas Beaufort, and Owen Tudor are not particularly large players in history on their own, but their various descendants – especially Owen’s – are important in the later part of the 15th century. Richard Neville is also called the Kingmaker, because he’s an important figure in the War of the Roses, on both sides of that war.
Right now, in this story, however, Richard is just the son-in-law of an Earl and cousin of the king through the Beaufort family. And one of the knights whose job it is to keep the Princess of Wales from getting into too much trouble, as are they all.
But I feel you on the diagrams. Ugh. Sometimes they make no sense. And I LIKE to put things together. I like building things in general. But I suppose that doesn’t necessarily cover all mechanical things, either, so.
And hi! *waves* Just noticed you tagged me in this, lol. Thank you! ❤
*grins* You responded to the last one, and expressed an interest in the story, so. 😀
And the diagram of the ship. It doesn’t even fit with what we see in the movie, which is what got the rude gestures. So my mental map includes three levels, of which the third is pretty much all cockpit, and there’s at least one cargo hold, because even a royal yacht has got to have storage space for things.
Fandom: 15th Century RPF, Star Wars: The Phantom Menace AU: Blade of the Force Word Count: 636 Characters: Margaret of Lancaster | Margaret Princess of Wales (OC), Sabé, the handmaidens, Owen Tudor
A young woman in a brilliantly orange and yellow gown is waiting outside the cargo hold when they have finished seeing to their horses and armor, and Obi-Wan is absent. Perhaps seeing to what accomodations might be made for them in this ship.
“Her Highness would like to meet you, Your Grace.” Her voice is quiet and diplomatically soft for all the watchfulness in her expression. “If you would follow me.”
Margaret tilts her head with a small smile to acknowledge the invitation that she had no doubt would be a command if given to any other. “I will be glad to meet Her Highness, and my companions with me.”
The young woman’s lips curve in something that begins a smile, before she turns to lead them through the long corridor to the cargo bay, and to a small room that moves once the door is closed. Another strangeness of the ship, like the doors which require no hand to open or close.
“How is it that rooms move, and doors open and close without someone to move them?” Owen sounds as curious as Margaret feels, though he can more readily ask such questions than she might.
Their guide looks puzzled a moment. “A lift is meant to move, to take people from one level of a ship or a building to another. And I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a door that isn’t meant to be powered.”
“Powered by what, though? I can see no mechanism for ropes and a wheel, nor any other means of which I know to allow an unseen servant to move door or this room.”
The door of the lift opens before the woman can answer, and she leads them out, and through a room which has a disassembled something in the center, pieces laid out around it in some order which Margaret cannot discern. Even what it might be is beyond her. There’s another door at the far end, where the woman stops.
“You might ask one of the pilots for an explanation of how the ship and everything on it works.” She smiles a moment at Owen, before pressing something on the wall, the door opening to reveal what is clearly a throne room, with a woman dressed in an elaborate outfit primarily of black on the throne, her face elaborately painted. There are more women in the same outfit as their guide arrayed behind the throne, clearly some kind of highly-placed servants.
“Your Highness, our guests.” Their guide moves to take her place among the rest. “Her Grace, the Princess of Wales, Margaret of Lancaster, and her companions.”
Margaret steps through the door, bowing as she would to her father, rising at a nod from the woman on the throne, and coming closer.
“We would know the names of your companions as well, Your Grace.” Her voice is deep and rich, a careful cadence in her words. Trained to speak to her people so, Margaret thinks.
“My cousins, John Holland, Earl of Huntingdon, Thomas Beaufort, and Richard Neville, and Owen Tudor, Knight of my household.” Margaret allows herself a polite smile, though she wants very much to ask if the women who attend upon the queen are themselves soldiers, and too, if the queen herself is, as Margaret has come to be. “I am afraid no one has told me who you are, Your Highness, that I might thank my host properly.”
“I am Queen Amidala of Naboo.” Amidala smiles a little, though it is the same sort of polite diplomacy that Margaret has learned since Robert died and left her her father’s chosen heir.
“Your hospitality is most gracious and welcome, my cousin of Naboo, and I am grateful for your offer to come aboard your ship.” Margaret bows again, smiling a little more genuinely.
Notes:
Whether or not it’s historically accurate, I’m using the convention of referring to other monarchs as cousins or siblings, which I picked up from Shakespeare adaptations and other costume drama set in roughly the right era. It’s fun, and it isn’t a convention of the GFFA, so it has the possibility of making people at least have a moment of “… wha?”
I did look at a layout for the Naboo royal yacht, and made rude gestures at it and decided to just do what worked for the story and doesn’t imply a too much larger than the ship actually might have been layout.
Just for once I’d like to tell the gate agents and flight attendants that my folding wheelchair is going into the onboard closet and not have them tell me there’s “no room”. Bitch that’s a wheelchair closet, not a “your bags” closet. Move your damn bags where they belong.
Ok, so according to my friendly aviation expert, this is a Big Fucking Deal. In fact, if an airline argues with you about putting your wheelchair in the wheelchair closet or even suggests there may not be room, unless there is already anotherpassenger’swheelchair in that closet, they have violatedfederallaw.
CFR Title 14, Chapter II, Subchapter D, Part 382, Subpart E, Section 382.67, Subsection (e)
“As a carrier, you must never request or suggest that a passenger not stow his or her wheelchair in the cabin to accommodate other passengers (e.g., informing a passenger that stowing his or her wheelchair in the cabin will require other passengers to be removed from the flight), or for any other non-safety related reason (e.g., that it is easier for the carrier if the wheelchair is stowed in the cargo compartment).”
This is hugely important because it means that if this happens to you, you should report their asses to the DOT. Why? Because these statistics are published every year for every airline, and the airline gets a huge ass fine for every violation. If we want to see change, we need to make airlines literally pay every time they treat us this way.
I’ve been flying for 35 years and never knew they were wheelchair closets. Mind=blown.
Under US law, any plane with 100 seats or more built or retrofitted in the last 20 years (which is pretty much any plane that size flying at this point) must have an onboard wheelchair closet that will hold a folding wheelchair that is 13" x 36" x 42" or smaller when folded. The first passenger with a wheelchair to preboard gets to put their wheelchair in this closet. Basically it’s first come first serve during preboarding. Anything else in there, including other passengers’ stuff, an aisle wheelchair, or the flight attendants’ luggage has to come out. (This is why the FAs get pissy about it.) And by law there has to be a sign on the closet door stating that it’s a wheelchair closet. So there’s zero excuse for flight attendants trying to claim they didn’t know it was for wheelchairs.
If your chair doesn’t fold down to this size but will fit in the closet with the wheels or back or whatever removed, and the wheels or back or whatever can come off without using tools, not only do they still have to let you put your wheelchair in this closet or in the overhead storage, they have to help you take it apart. If no one has a wheelchair, preboarding passengers with other mobility equipment (walkers, canes, etc.) get priority to store their mobility equipment in this closet.
Seriously, the more I read the law, the more pissed off I get. It’s incredibly clear. That’s a wheelchair closet, you have to let me put my wheelchair in there, and if you even suggest I put it anywhere else you’re in violation of federal law. And this has been the law in the USA for twentyyears.
Please note that this is US law and applies to any flight that is wholly within the US plus any flight that either originates or terminates within the US, regardless of whether the airline is a US airline. I believe it also applies to any flights on any US airline even if the flight is wholly outside the US (for example a Delta Airlines flight from Tokyo to Singapore), but you’ll want to check that before you fly.
🙂 Enjoying the hell out of this crossover. Again or still or whichever word you want to use. 😛 Seriously, though, at least you made some progress here. Writing regularly is a PAIN until you’re well in the habit already. Good luck and I’m looking forward to reading more of this!
Thank you, I’m glad you’re enjoying it!
(I used to be in the habit, and then I was a little busy for several years trying to recover from a bad situation while not actually giving myself time and room to recover, and writing regularly stopped happening. Getting back into the habit is being difficult, but it’s worth it, because writing regularly is (a) good for my mental health and (b) a good indicator that I’m winning the argument with the brain weasels at the moment.)
“He was supposed to come home safe, mama said.” Her voice is hoarse, lending its own truth to Gloucester’s report of her weeping, as do the red rims of her eyes. “Why didn’t he come home safe?”
Thank you! And this prompts an infodump post before my meds wear off and I’m fever-loopy again.
I had to call my printer to make them YELL AT AMAZON to fix both listings, as they are *both* currently borked because of course they are. This happened last year, too. WHEN they are fixed (I’m assured tomorrow, but we’ll see) then the availability is this:
Official (Re)Release Date: 11/21/2017
The PG13 version is available in 6×9″ hardback, 6×9″ TPB, 4×7″ pocketbook (I make pretty much nothing off of that size), and eBook. TPB is the most profitable but you should buy to YOUR preference, not what I may or may not make. ❤ Currently the TPB is missing from Amazon because Amazon is being a bag of stupid.
The 2nd Printing of the now-labeled Mature version is also available in all those same versions, but is not currently available for sale on Amazon because that is how badly they borked the listing. They’re selling the book under the ISBNs that are deactivated and no longer available. Good job, Amazon.
The sad thing is that the automatized system got it all right the first time, but then a human came along and decided to fuck it all up.
Hardback 6×9″, both versions; $26.99 USD
TPB 6×9″, both versions: $16.99 USD
Pocketback 4×7″, both versions $9.99 USD (It costs ludicrous amounts to print those now)
eBook, PG13 version: $3.99 USD
eBook, Mature Readers version: $4.99 USD
To know you’re buying the correct version:
2nd Printing’s Cover, Hardback:
2nd Printing Cover, TPB:
2nd Printing Cover, Pocketback:
PG13 cover, hardback:
PG13 Cover, TPB:
PG13 Cover, Pocketback:
**The only difference between the 2nd Printing on the Mature and the PG13 version is that the sex scenes are either glossed over or removed entirely. (PG13 edition is only 10 pages shorter.)
There's a Mirror on the Wall 