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In the farverse, Kay dies in 1997? which is superweird to think about, the idea that they might have had cable for a while.
( it's another day of 'why am i even writing this' )
( it's another day of 'why am i even writing this' )"Do I have to put the worm on the hook?" Sebastian asked, wrinkling his nose as he watched William bait his own line. William tried not to think how like the expression was to one of Archie's, the one that stated he was perfectly capable of doing something, just entirely unwilling.
If he was his own father, William would have answered yes, because every young boy ought to be able to bait a fish hook. But Sebastian was still unused to the life William had been raised to, and he wasn't William's boy in the first place. So William shook his head and reached out for Sebastian's fishing line, wiping the worm's innards on his jeans after he fitted the squirming creature to the hook, and he pretended that Sebastian didn't squeeze his eyes shut during the ordeal.
"Now," William told the boy, when he'd opened his eyes once more, "you have to cast it, like this."
He cocked his arm back, then whipped the rod forward so that the fishing line flew out over the lake, worm, hook, and sinker landing a ways away, marked only by the little red-and-white bobber floating on the surface of the water.
"And don't let go of the rod, all right, son?"
For a moment, his gut twisted within him; Sebastian wasn't his son, and he had no business calling him so, even if the endearment slipped out without any consideration for the matter. He referred to Patience's boys so, and never thought anything of it, but the matter of Sebastian's parentage hovered around the child like the shine on his hair, and that made it an entirely different situation.
Sebastian didn't seem to mind, however, or even to notice. He only nodded, biting down on his lower lip as he concentrated, his fingers tightening around the fishing pole until the flesh beneath his nails was white, and then cast his own line out into the pond. For all the boy's clumsiness, he succeeded admirably, and William tried not to feel as though he was overstepping some unspoken bound as he clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Good work. Now we wait."
"All right," Sebastian said, and folded his hands in his lap.
-
"Uncle William!" came the shout, edged with some sharp concern. "Uncle William!"
William stretched and stood, his knees creaking a little with the effort. It was Sebastian, coming from the cornfield? Shading his eyes, he looked out to the long green stalks, but it was no good. Though Sebastian had grown in the last five years, he wasn't nearly tall enough to be seen through the leaves and tassels.
After a minute or two, he saw a flash of red hair, and then Sebastian emerged in his entirety,
If he was his own father, William would have answered yes, because every young boy ought to be able to bait a fish hook. But Sebastian was still unused to the life William had been raised to, and he wasn't William's boy in the first place. So William shook his head and reached out for Sebastian's fishing line, wiping the worm's innards on his jeans after he fitted the squirming creature to the hook, and he pretended that Sebastian didn't squeeze his eyes shut during the ordeal.
"Now," William told the boy, when he'd opened his eyes once more, "you have to cast it, like this."
He cocked his arm back, then whipped the rod forward so that the fishing line flew out over the lake, worm, hook, and sinker landing a ways away, marked only by the little red-and-white bobber floating on the surface of the water.
"And don't let go of the rod, all right, son?"
For a moment, his gut twisted within him; Sebastian wasn't his son, and he had no business calling him so, even if the endearment slipped out without any consideration for the matter. He referred to Patience's boys so, and never thought anything of it, but the matter of Sebastian's parentage hovered around the child like the shine on his hair, and that made it an entirely different situation.
Sebastian didn't seem to mind, however, or even to notice. He only nodded, biting down on his lower lip as he concentrated, his fingers tightening around the fishing pole until the flesh beneath his nails was white, and then cast his own line out into the pond. For all the boy's clumsiness, he succeeded admirably, and William tried not to feel as though he was overstepping some unspoken bound as he clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Good work. Now we wait."
"All right," Sebastian said, and folded his hands in his lap.
-
"Uncle William!" came the shout, edged with some sharp concern. "Uncle William!"
William stretched and stood, his knees creaking a little with the effort. It was Sebastian, coming from the cornfield? Shading his eyes, he looked out to the long green stalks, but it was no good. Though Sebastian had grown in the last five years, he wasn't nearly tall enough to be seen through the leaves and tassels.
After a minute or two, he saw a flash of red hair, and then Sebastian emerged in his entirety,
I still have to write the stuff that comes before this point, where Julius is an utter ass about "why don't I just sit at the typewriter, that won't be taxing for me, I can get up, c'mon, c'mon" type things ever since coming out of the hospital. Until then, Kay snapping at him, post-heart attack. IT SEEMED LIKE A REALLY GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME, IDK.
( maw maw maw )
( maw maw maw )
Everything I wrote is terrible, why did I think any of it was a good idea, I am a terrible writer with no good ideas.
Et cetera.
( because I am allowed to be facetious sometimes )
Et cetera.
( because I am allowed to be facetious sometimes )
Background for those unfamiliar with the Farverse: Kay and Julius Eaton are science fiction writers, based off real-life writers C.L. Moore and Henry Kuttner and stolen wholesale from the Star Trek: Deep Space 9 episode "Far Beyond the Stars." This story is set in 1949, about five months after they got married; they're at Julius' father's home in England for a visit. YOU PROBABLY DON'T NEED ALL THAT INFO, but it's the background you'd be going in with if you'd read the other stories in the series. ♥
( take me home tonight )
( take me home tonight )Because sometimes you don't want to spend all of your lunch hour trying to convince people on the internets not to refer to people as transgenders, gee willikers.
( things half-remembered from the back of an envelope )
( things half-remembered from the back of an envelope )
Proof that I read way too much AVClub content, oh, my God. This was actually fairly hard to write, mostly because I don't write list content like this pretty much at all. (The list's title is terrible, but I couldn't think of anything good. DX)
12. Growing Nobody, Philippa K. Eaton
Philippa K. Eaton barely makes this list. While her parents, legendary sci-fi writing team Julius Eaton and K. C. Hunter, were prolific writers, their primary output consisted of short stories and novellas; they wrote only one full-length novel, A Wrinkle in Space. Eaton herself has focused primarily on television writing, though she shows considerable skill in her woefully out-of-print debut book, 1978's Growing Nobody. Half memoir, half fantasy horror, Nobody is the story of ten year old Ursula, the imaginative daughter of eccentric but doting Manhattan writers. With no friends to speak of besides a cat (whose job it is to protect his owner from Cthulu), she spends most of her time having serious conversations about spacemen with adults and making up wild fantasies. When plants with hand-shaped leaves begin to grow out of the corners of Ursula's bedroom walls, however, her life is no longer an endless game of pretend: the stories her parents tell her have begun to invade reality. What sounds like a typical children's book is in fact much more suited for adults--it's eerie throughout and downright scary in places--but the protagonist's age kept the book from clicking with a mature audience.
-excerpted from A Density of Souls: 17 Novels by the Children of Novelists
12. Growing Nobody, Philippa K. Eaton
Philippa K. Eaton barely makes this list. While her parents, legendary sci-fi writing team Julius Eaton and K. C. Hunter, were prolific writers, their primary output consisted of short stories and novellas; they wrote only one full-length novel, A Wrinkle in Space. Eaton herself has focused primarily on television writing, though she shows considerable skill in her woefully out-of-print debut book, 1978's Growing Nobody. Half memoir, half fantasy horror, Nobody is the story of ten year old Ursula, the imaginative daughter of eccentric but doting Manhattan writers. With no friends to speak of besides a cat (whose job it is to protect his owner from Cthulu), she spends most of her time having serious conversations about spacemen with adults and making up wild fantasies. When plants with hand-shaped leaves begin to grow out of the corners of Ursula's bedroom walls, however, her life is no longer an endless game of pretend: the stories her parents tell her have begun to invade reality. What sounds like a typical children's book is in fact much more suited for adults--it's eerie throughout and downright scary in places--but the protagonist's age kept the book from clicking with a mature audience.
-excerpted from A Density of Souls: 17 Novels by the Children of Novelists
Ohgod, the second one is horrifically cheesy. I couldn't get anything done on the other ones, so I just started a bunch of new shit. Which at least is finished.
( you can make the fire )
( you can make the fire )
DERP DERP DERP songs I like for Kay or Julius or Kay & Julius every character ever, because I should have one central place to put this. I always feel incredibly dumb posting these, ngh. DX
with heading
without heading
( it is easiest just to let this take over my life, okay )
with heading
without heading
( it is easiest just to let this take over my life, okay )
I realized that I'm just going to have to suck it up and figure out what cables we need for the DVD player this evening, nnnngh. DX
( dreaming of you )
( dreaming of you )
Farverse families are go.
LN: Hunter
DH: Clarence
DW: Ida
DD: Dorothy (b. 1916)
DD: Helen (b. 1918)
DD: Kathryn Clara "Kay" (b. 1921)
DS: Thomas "Tom" (b. 1923)
-
LN: Eaton
DH: Reginald Peter
DW: [Figure out]
DS: Julius Theodore (b. 1925) [figure out Arabic name]
-
LN: Edwards
DH: Ralph
DW: Dorothy (b. 1916)
DS: Jimmy (b. 1941)
DS: Paul (b. 1945)
-
LN:
DH: Bernard
DW: Helen (b. 1918)
DS: Mark (b. 1943)
DD: Susan (b. 1946)
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LN: Eaton
DH: Julius Theodore
DW: Kathryn Clara "Kay"
DD: Philippa Kathryn (b. 1951)
As of whenever Julius and Kay first go to Indiana, Dorothy has two boys named Jimmy and Paul, and Helen has a boy named Mark and a girl named Susan. BECAUSE I LOVE THE NAME SUSAN.
(obvs DH and DW aren't accurate for Julius' parents.)
LN: Hunter
DH: Clarence
DW: Ida
DD: Dorothy (b. 1916)
DD: Helen (b. 1918)
DD: Kathryn Clara "Kay" (b. 1921)
DS: Thomas "Tom" (b. 1923)
-
LN: Eaton
DH: Reginald Peter
DW: [Figure out]
DS: Julius Theodore (b. 1925) [figure out Arabic name]
-
LN: Edwards
DH: Ralph
DW: Dorothy (b. 1916)
DS: Jimmy (b. 1941)
DS: Paul (b. 1945)
-
LN:
DH: Bernard
DW: Helen (b. 1918)
DS: Mark (b. 1943)
DD: Susan (b. 1946)
-
LN: Eaton
DH: Julius Theodore
DW: Kathryn Clara "Kay"
DD: Philippa Kathryn (b. 1951)
As of whenever Julius and Kay first go to Indiana, Dorothy has two boys named Jimmy and Paul, and Helen has a boy named Mark and a girl named Susan. BECAUSE I LOVE THE NAME SUSAN.
(obvs DH and DW aren't accurate for Julius' parents.)
