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Anyway, happy weekend, friends.
Spoilers: Through the season 8 finale.
Summary: And it’s hard to dance with the devil on your back, so shake him off.
Authors notes: This probably stretches believability to the utmost degree and there's no way in the world that this is how season nine will play out, but it's fanfiction so I get to have a bit of catharsis for how I feel about the Pelant case.
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Today (probably yesterday by the time of posting) is Yom HaShoa, Holocaust Remembrance Day, which means that it's time for my annual Holocaust post.
The fact that I'm posting the day after is accidental (I had a bit of A Day) but meaningful nevertheless. This afternoon when I went by the plaza, a central place on campus where volunteers spend nine hours reading the names of people who died in the Holocaust, to listen to the reading and to light a candle and think for a moment, and this evening when I went back for the ceremony of candlelighting and kaddish, I noticed how small the crowd was. I suppose it was big enough for a Monday evening with a chilly breeze close to the end of the semester at an event with no free products or food to entice busy college students, but what really bothered me was the fact that even on the day when people are supposed to take a minute to remember, so many people didn't seem to have the time. And I wondered how this attitude was going to transform as I have children and grandchildren. Because I've been hearing it since I was a kid: the survivors are dying, and these next few years are probably going to be the last ones where people can meet and speak in person to people who experienced the Holocaust. One of the best ways to engage people is through personal stories, for them to look into the eyes of a person who tells them something that they don't want to believe or think about, and to be forced to say, "I will remember after you are gone." Knowing survivors and hearing about the things that they lost and the things that they will never forget has an impact like no other. I don't remember ever learning about my grandfather's past; every memory I have of him is with the knowledge that something terrible had happened to him, and that it had shaped him and his entire life. The Holocaust is an event of tremendous, indisputable importance, for persecuted and murdered individuals (Jews, Romani, Soviets, gay men, people who were disabled, among many other groups) and those who remained behind, and even for international history and politics. But it is also as a lesson for us and the future, and I am so afraid that that sense of gravity is being lost with the people who suffered such grave losses.
The only thing I can think of to help this is to pass on the story, to remember the Holocaust not just on one day a year, but on every day. To let the significance of the Holocaust not be forgotten, to let the signs of slow-creeping, ever-growing oppression be apparent to us when we see them in our own world. To commit ourselves to the memory and to bear the truth and the weight of what happened forward as living history.
But beware and watch yourself very well, lest you forget the things that your eyes saw, and lest these things depart from your heart, all the days of your life, and you shall make them known to your children and to your children's children,
Title: Adventures in Babysitting
Word Count: 645
Notes: So, perpetual. I mailed your gift today, but to make up for my lateness, I'm also dedicating to you some my usual gift, AKA a piece of fanfic. I wrote this for you two years ago when I was fulfilling your request for fic containing Buffy/Angel and Spike/Faith. This was the Spike/Faith heavy one instead of the Buffy/Angel focused one. I didn't end up posting it because I wrote Beautifully Irrational and liked that better, but now you get some Never Before Seen Fluff fic.
(That note basically said "I was super late mailing you your present so you get some fic I didn't think was good enough to post the first time." Yay, best friends forever, tralala!!)
Sweet Reflections (Buffy/Angel)
Things That Are Easy, Things That Are Free (Buffy/Angel)
Hope Springs (Buffy/Angel, Connor/OC)
Put Your Dreams Away (For Now) (Buffy/Angel)
Fatal Attraction (Xander, Buffy)
Asylum (Joyce, Buffy)
Unconventional Methods of Torture (Cordelia)
Make a Difference (Xander)
Home Improvements (Buffy/Angel)
25 Things You Might Not Know About Jack Hodgins (Hodgins/Angela, indications of Hodgins/Cam)
Moments of Rare and Fragile Grace (Hodgins/Angela)
The Things You Must Remember (Rory/Logan)
Fuel For Our Journey (AltLivia, AltLincoln/AltLivia friendship)
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Title: Hope Springs
Summary: "When will it be enough?” she asks, but there is no reply, and she stands alone amongst the stars." Half a decade after Chosen, Buffy risks everything to protect the thing she loves most.
Word count: 14875
Spoilers: All of Buffy and Angel to be safe, but nothing particularly specific other than a couple of references to Chosen and Damage
A/N: This story is my frilled shark fic, so named because frilled sharks have been known to have gestational periods of three and a half years, which is how long it has taken for me to finish it (the first draft I have is from 2009 and Ren's name was Molly). So, many, many thanks to my midwives: Bean, who almost undoubtedly read the first two or three drafts of this back in high school; Kairos, who was so encouraging when I was trying to get my mojo going while I was away in Israel; and MoragLee, who betaed for me (AKA talked me down from the ledge) now that I'm in college.
Title from Alexander Pope and summary from The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. Few characters are mine.
(It would be unbelievably sweet and awesome of you to review this)
Summary: There are things you can do to lift the human spirit, things that are easy, things that are free, things that you can do every day. Post-Earshot oneshot. B/A.
Notes: Why look what it is! A month late and happy birthday, perpetual! Here is your unbetaed, slightly odd fic, as promised. Inspired by your favorite BTVS episode with prompts from writers_toybox. Hope you (and everyone else!) enjoys. Title and summary from Aaron Sorkin.
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Spoilers: Nothing after S3
Summary: How do you know? he said & the answers fell like feathers, or the first snowflakes of November, light & without words. I looked in his eyes & smiled. You just know, I said.
Authors notes: Continuations of my Hodgela fic from Love Day at bones_ga, Moments of Rare and Fragile Grace.
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