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On December 26, 1996, the government of South Korea issued new repressive labor laws. The South Korean working class rose up in revolt, leading to an enormous strike that challenged the legitimacy of the Korean government.

South Korean and thus Korean labor history is a story of repression with moments of democracy that open up new possibilities. The nation was founded after World War II under American demands to hold the line against communism and the North Koreans were most certainly communists of the first order. So the U.S. supported some nasty dictatorships and repressing workers movements were central pieces of how those dictators ruled. But Koreans also demanded democracy and labor rights. In 1970, a worker named Jeon Tae-Il burned himself to death in protest over the conditions of labor in the Korean sweatshops. This event is the foundational moment in Korean labor history. It demonstrated both the desperation of the Korean working class to get basic rights and also the lengths to which workers would go to demand their rights. In the quarter-century after this, democracy had come to Korea, but only to a limited extent. This was a government still given to brutality. The 1988 Olympics did a lot to open up the country and by the mid-90s, the old ways were disappearing fast. Modernization and wealth had increasingly come to the nation. This Asian Tiger was an exploding economy. But to what extent would the working class benefit? If you were the Korean elite and the big business owners, the idea was as little as possible. It did not want to see Korean workers have labor rights and so in the mid 90s, it sought to crack down against that.

In 1996, the Korean government passed new legislation that repealed a lot of workers rights. It gave employers more power to lay off employees, to replace strikers permanently with scabs, and reduced the ability of unions to form multiple labor organizations at the same company. At first, this legislation was supposed to do more to guarantee workers rights. Kim Young San, president of Korea, formed the Labor-Management Relations Reform in April. This included union representatives. The hope was to codify more labor rights. But over the next eight months, the corporation heads of companies such as Hyundai and Samsung took over the process and sought to protect their own privileges as the extremely rich. The Korean Confederation of Trade Unions, the second largest trade federation in the nation, saw their recognition delayed until at least 2000. The final bill was passed in secret, with the minority parties not even told the legislature was meeting.  

When the final bill was passed on December 26, the unions were furious. The KCTU called for a general strike. That included the workers at Hyundai and Kia. About 145,000 workers were off the job by mid-afternoon of the 27th. The next day, the legal and largest federation, the Federation of Korean Trade Unions announced a limited strike in support of the KCTU. By December 28, 372,000 workers were on strike. That they had the open support of opposition political parties bolstered the strike. This was as much about whether Korea was going to have a functioning democracy as it was about the conditions of labor. It sure didn’t hurt that a poll taken on December 29 found that 87 percent of Koreans opposed the bill and 55 percent supported the general strike. The Catholic Church, a not inconsiderable influence among wealthier Koreans especially, threw its support behind the strike. So did the International Labour Organization, which sent delegates to Korea and effectively said that the United Nations opposed this law too.

In 1996, I graduated from college and went to Korea to teach English for a year. So I was around when this was going on. I was in Suwon, south of Seoul. This was not a major center of the strike, but there was some activity. But I had friends in other cities where there were massive protests. My political consciousness was still in formation at this time and I didn’t totally understand what was happening. I was certainly interested in what was going on and took it seriously and paid attention and I was already sympathetic to workers’ causes, but I was 22 and didn’t know anything. Still, it was the first time I saw a mass strike and also the only time, since this kind of thing does not happen in the United States anymore. It was intense too. When one group of strikers thought someone was a stool pigeon, they acted, by which I mean they killed the guy. Whatever you want to think about an action like that, these workers were not messing around. In any case, witnessing this was one of the moments that really opened my eyes to being conscious about working class politics.

The workers effectively won the strike. The overwhelming strike numbers-upwards of 200,000 on any given day–threatened to devastate the Korean economy. By late January, most of the workers were back on the job as the president backed down big time and was negotiating with union leaders. On January 28, the unions called off the active strike, but threatened to return on February 18 if there were not major progress toward concessions. In truth, the unions were having trouble continuing the strike and workers needed money. On March 10, the government amended the bill, repealing some of it, though not enough, as the public sector workers, including schoolteachers were still denied full union rights and the provision to not pay union leaders remained, but the layoff provisions were pushed down the road at least. The KCTU also received legal status, which was really important.

But some of the victories didn’t last too long. That’s because the 1997 Asian economic crisis that nearly brought the region to its news meant that the International Monetary Fund had to bail out the nation and in doing so, demanded neoliberal changes to Korean labor laws that gave power to the employers. Ah, the IMF, a gift to the global elite that never stops giving.

This is the 586th post in this series. Previous posts are archived here.

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Time keeps escaping from me

Dec. 26th, 2025 06:40 pm
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I am a little bemused to discover that it is more than a week since I last posted. I am entirely failing to work out what has been going on. Surgery recovery seems to be going better than the first time, although there might be some contribution from the fact that staying nearly flat on my back is the best way to not irritate the pulled shoulder muscle.

The last two days have been having Weather! with yesterday's temperature (in the city, so 15km north) peaking at 43°C. Today is quite mellow; it is currently 20°C and I'm resenting the breeze for not being warm enough. We have, however, swapped the warm quilt/doona for the very thin one made by Artisanat's mother.

There are fires, with friends currently hosting parents who have been evacuated (D&F, D's parents, I believe). The gold mine at Boddington is listed as on fire. I am choosing to not go down the rabbit hole of working out what that means, although I suspect it is actually bushland on the same site that is on fire.

Youngest finished up their internship on Friday last week, and is beyond bored. Fortunately, they are reasonably good at keeping themself amused (although, if it weren't that all retail and hospitality work is already grabbed for the season and winding down, I suspect they would be out there trying to get another job).

I have been working on two low energy tasks - digital decluttering, and finishing books. Over in the Discord for the Habitica Book Club, I signed up for a bingo card with 16 books that I have abandoned ('paused') over the last however long. The challenge runs December/January, and I've finished three and progressed two. Which isn't really as much as I would like, but is well within the goal of 'make progress'. I probably won't get around to writing those up, and I'm kind of okay about that.

I do have a stack of other notes that might get turned into blog posts at some point, but I'm very much allowing life to just happen, and if the enthusiasm hits, that is a win.

As for uni: I took this week off entirely as recovery / summer break, and I'll go back (work from home) on Monday. I have to have a stack of my ethics application done by mid-January, and before that can be written I need to have a solid theoretical framework for what questions I want to ask. Which means reading about 50 papers next week ('reading').

Craft wise I have abandoned hope on getting Eldest's quilt top done by the end of the year. Not being allowed to do much with the right arm and having upset the shoulder has meant that sewing has been Too Hard. I do have thoughts about just getting the pieces cut though, and maybe I'll do that this evening.

New Worlds: That Belongs in a Museum

Dec. 26th, 2025 09:11 am
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I've been talking about the preservation of history as a matter of written records, but as a trained archaeologist, I am obliged to note that history also inheres in the materials we leave behind, from the grand -- elaborate sarcophagi and ruined temples -- to the humble -- potsherds, post holes, and the bones of our meals.

Nobody really took much of an interest in that latter end of the spectrum until fairly recently, but museums for the fancier stuff are not new at all. The earliest one we know of was curated by the princess Ennigaldi two thousand five hundred years ago. Her father, Nabonidus, even gets credited as the "first archaeologist" -- not in the modern, scientific sense, of course, but he did have an interest in the past. He wasn't the only Neo-Babylonian king to excavate temples down to their original foundations before rebuilding them, but he attempted to connect what he found with specific historical rulers and even assign dates to their reigns. His daughter collated the resulting artifacts, which spanned a wide swath of Mesopotamian history, and her museum even had labels in three languages identifying various pieces.

That's a pretty clear-cut example, but the boundaries on what we term a "museum" are pretty fuzzy. Nowadays we tend to mean an institution open to the public, but historically a lot of these things were private collections, whose owners got to pick and choose who viewed the holdings. Some of them were (and still are) focused on specific areas, like Renaissance paintings or ancient Chinese coins, while others were "cabinets of curiosities," filled with whatever eclectic assortment of things caught the eye of the collector. As you might expect, both the focused and encyclopedic types tend to be the domain of the rich, who have the money, the free time, and the storage space to devote to amassing a bunch of stuff purely because it's of interest to them or carries prestige value.

Other proto-museums were temples in more than just a metaphorical sense. Religious offerings don't always take the form of money; people have donated paintings to hang inside a church, or swords to a Shintō shrine. Over time, these institutions amass a ton of valuable artifacts, which (as with a private collection) may or may not be available for other people to view. I've mentioned before the Padmanabhaswamy Temple in Kerala, which has eight vaults full of votive offerings that would double as an incomparable record of centuries or even millennia of Indian history . . . if they were studied. But making these things public in that fashion might be incompatible with their religious purpose.

Museums aren't only limited to art and artifacts, either. Historically -- especially before the development of the modern circulating library -- books got mixed in with other materials. Or a collector might equally have an interest in exotic animals, whether taxidermied or alive, the latter constituting a proto-zoo. More disturbingly, their collection might include people, individuals from far-off lands or those with physical differences being displayed right alongside lions and parrots.

What's the purpose of gathering all this stuff in one place? The answer to that will depend on the nature of the museum in question. For a temple, the museum-ness of the collection might be secondary to the religious effect of gifting valuable things to the divine. But they often still benefit from the prestige of holding such items, whether the value lies in their precious materials, the quality of their craftsmanship, their historical significance, or any other element. The same is true for the individual collector.

But if that was the only factor in play, these wouldn't be museums; they'd just be treasure hoards. The word itself comes from the Greek Muses, and remember, their ranks included scholarly subjects like astronomy and history alongside the arts! One of the core functions of a museum is to preserve things we've decided are significant. Sure, if you dig up a golden statue while rebuilding a temple, you could melt it down for re-use; if you find a marble altar to an ancient god, you could bury it as a foundation stone, or carve it into something else. But placing it in a museum acknowledges that the item has worth beyond the value of its raw materials.

And that worth can be put to a number of different purposes. We don't know why Nabonidus was interested in history and set up his daughter as a museum curator, but it's entirely possible it had something to do with the legitimation of his rule: by possessing things of the past, you kind of position yourself as their heir, or alternatively as someone whose power supersedes what came before. European kings and nobles really liked harkening back to the Romans and the Greeks; having Greek and Roman things around made that connection seem more real -- cf. the Year Eight discussion of the role of historical callbacks in political propaganda.

Not all the purposes are dark or cynical, though. People have created museums, whether private or public, because they're genuinely passionate about those items and what they represent. A lot of those men (they were mostly men) with their cabinets of curiosities wanted to learn about things, and so they gathered stuff together and wrote monographs about the history, composition, and interrelationships of what they had. We may scoff at them now as antiquarians -- ones who often smashed less valuable-looking material on their way to the shiny bits -- but this is is the foundational stratum of modern scholarship. Even now, many museums have research collections: items not on public display, but kept on hand so scholars can access them for other purposes.

The big change over time involves who's allowed to visit the collections. They've gone from being personal hoards shared only with a select few to being public institutions intended to educate the general populace. Historical artifacts are the patrimony of the nation, or of humanity en masse; what gets collected and displayed is shaped by the educational mission. As does how it gets displayed! I don't know if it's still there, but the British Museum used to have a side room set up the way it looked in the eighteenth century, and I've been to quite a few museums that still have glass-topped tables and tiny paper cards with nothing more than the bare facts on them. Quite a contrast with exhibitions that incorporate large stretches of wall text, multimedia shows, and interactive elements. Selections of material may even travel to other museums, sharing more widely the knowledge they represent.

It's not all noble and pure, of course. Indiana Jones may have declared "that belongs in a museum," but he assumed the museum would be in America or somewhere else comparable, not in the golden idol's Peruvian home. When colonialism really began to sink its teeth into the globe, museums became part of that system, looting other parts of the world for the material and intellectual enrichment of their homelands. Some of those treasures have been repatriated, but by no means all. (Exhibit A: the Elgin Marbles.) The mission of preservation is real, but so is the injustice it sometimes justifies, and we're still struggling to find a better balance.

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(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/WA5QzG)

Just One Thing (26 December 2025)

Dec. 26th, 2025 08:09 am
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

Follow Friday 12-26-25

Dec. 26th, 2025 12:44 am
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Got any Follow Friday-related posts to share this week? Comment here with the link(s).

Here's the plan: every Friday, let's recommend some people and/or communities to follow on Dreamwidth. That's it. No complicated rules, no "pass this on to 7.328 friends or your cat will die".

Already in the oven, nice and hot

Dec. 25th, 2025 09:08 pm
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My house is redolent of anise and molasses and sugar and all the good spices from baking cookies all day. I have this ancient recipe from my mom's side of the family for these anise cookies that almost no one likes, and I used to make them with Dad all the time but I find it intimidating at the best of times, and these days aren't exactly the best. But I had to type it up a few years ago for someone on metafilter, and so I decided to try my hand at them on my own with a little help from mlyn, and while it didn't go great, it also wasn't a total disaster, so I figured I'd try again this year because I've missed them. There's just really nothing else out there like them, and much as I like pfefferneuse, it's not nearly close enough, though that's really the only thing in the spice/uncommon-in-America flavor profile cookie I know of. Also since I never really know if I'm going to be around in a year, I wanted to enjoy them while I could.

Back a few years ago when I made them, I asked [personal profile] musesfool, baker extraordinaire, for some advice on the recipe, because baking is just a mystery to me and I'm quite bad at it. She had some really good advice, but did I go look at it to refresh my memory before I began starting on the dough? No, I did not. So I made a lot of mistakes. Dad and I found it was best to let the dough sit in the fridge overnight, and the baked cookies are better when they sit for a day or two before icing, so it's kind of like a three-day extravaganza, and with my fatigue issues, I also have to constantly sit down. I am just fucking exhausted now and I still have more to do!

It makes so many cookies (and that was after my dad cut the recipe down three times!) that you're just baking and baking and baking. I had to shut the oven off and go sit for a while, in between big batches. But now they are baked and I will try to ice them all tomorrow, or at least as many as I can handle, so I can share them with the only people who wouldn't hate them. They don't taste terrible for all that I fucked up, but I can really tell I messed up mixing the early ingredients, and wish I'd read the instructions and musesfool's advice before I started. What a dumbass. Also, it's really a lie that turbinado sugar or succanat can substitute for white sugar. I didn't want to go out just to get sugar, which I thought I had enough of, but it does not turn out the same without white sugar and they are liars.

I bought myself some stuff to make a little Christmas dinner for one, but my stomach was roiling today for most of the day, and ended up just eating a bagel and some of the cookies that caught and were too burned to give away to anyone.

Now that I am so exhausted and the house smells so good, I think I'm going to head to bed early--I stayed up too late last night anyway, because it's my tradition to always watch It's a Wonderful Life on Christmas Eve and then I was poking around in the Yuletide archive for far too long. I was so shocked that it opened in the middle of the day yesterday! I didn't see a whole lot that looked intriguing, since I'm so out of the loop on fandoms these days, but there's definitely some stuff to read and I was really thrilled to see that Rose Lerner's book True Pretenses had a fic written for it this year! So I had to read that one immediately.

Anyway, I hope you had a great holiday if you celebrate, and a very nice Thursday if you don't, and I will respond to all your kind comments on my last post soon, I promise.

Yuletide!!

Dec. 26th, 2025 12:15 am
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This is just a quick drive-by post to say: hello! I hope that those of you who are celebrating Christmas have had a lovely one, and that those of you who aren't have had a nice Thursday.

We're at my parents' place having a pleasantly low-key celebration (lots of joy! but also, us plus two elderly people = a lot of lying around on the couch reading, and not a lot of impetus to go all-out for the decorations and feasting), and meanwhile the weather is giving us scenic snow all around.

And also! I got an INCREDIBLY GOOD Yuletide fic!

The Villainous Princess Saves Her Kingdom is a note-perfect post-canon story for Jeongnyeon: The Star Is Born. I mostly enjoyed the heck out of that kdrama, in which everyone is a dramatic lesbian who cares deeply about their all-female melodramatic theater, but the heroine makes many incredibly stupid choices and there were various things that frustrated me about the ending. This story focuses on Seo Hyerang, a secondary character who does not care at all about our beloved stupid heroine (and that's beautiful to me), and it deftly and delightfully fixes almost all of my complaints, and made me cackle several times. It's everything I hoped and dreamed for in a Jeongnyeon fic! I'm so happy!!!

I think it's readable without canon knowledge, but you'll have to do a certain amount of piecing things together as you go, and the emotions won't hit as hard. I had many emotions, though. What a treat, what a delight!
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Fandom: Original Work, Christmas Tales & Traditions, Barbie
Pairings/Characters: OCs; a child & her faithful dolls.
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 612
Content Notes: No Content Warnings Apply
Creator Tags: Barbie Dolls, Christmas, Christmas Tree

Creator Links: (AO3) [archiveofourown.org profile] Rubynye; (Dreamwidth) [personal profile] minoanmiss; (Tumblr) [tumblr.com profile] rubynye

Theme: Amnesty, Female Relationships, Action/Adventure, Comfort Fic, Female Friendships, Folklore & Fairytales, Teams

Summary: All around her spread the magnificent brilliance of the shining tree, its decorations alight and glittering.

Author’s Notes: Merry Christmas to my dear friend Amaebi!

Reccer's Notes: A little girl’s Barbie dolls come to life to keep her company on Christmas Eve. The author maintains a keenly lived-in sense of scale; acting as a team in the fashion of the Madagascar Penguins, the dolls scale the California redwood heights and marvel in the celestial lighting of the Christmas tree (while remaining vigilant against the approach of the Parents—or, worse, the Kitty!)

A nostalgic snapshot of the fierce Velveteen Rabbit Reality of our imaginary friends.

Fanwork Links: How to View a Christmas Tree, by [archiveofourown.org profile] Rubynye for [personal profile] amaebi.
Part 18 of How To Indulge Your Writerly Soul.

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Dec. 25th, 2025 11:34 pm
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I am not allowing myself to dive into the Yuletide archive this year until after reveals due to a bunch of other reading commitments that have to get done by early January, BUT! I obviously made an exception for my own

THREE

INCREDIBLE

GIFT

FICS:

The Knight Under the Apple Tree

“Our crop is well tended,” Celia protested, despite all evidence that it was not. “It grows copiously out yonder.”

Oliver turned his head to look out the window. “Indeed, the grass outside does grow most mightily.”

“It is a sheepcote, sir; as the name suggests, it is for the keeping of sheep. Thus grass is essential.”

“And yet I do not see the sheep.”


I asked someone to sell me on As You Like It's Celia/Oliver side ship and I have completely received my wish: this fic is SO cute and does such a lovely job filling out the relationship between these characters until it feels like something that fully exists and that I want to root for

A rainbow-stripe in another proper world

“None of it ever happened,” said Uncle Nirupam in his precise way, “and so we have no memories of it, of course. But the instincts remain. I felt the same way when I first visited this world. I thought, is this where they burn people like us?”

The first of two excellent Witch Week fix-it fics -- this one is a short little outsider-POV gem in which Janet Chant and Nan Pilgrim are married, which is not something I would have ever thought of in a million years but which delights me deeply! galaxy brain!

Remember, Remember

“To produce the required crispiness, the mandrake is dipped in wallpaper paste, dredged in sawdust, and then pan-fried until it is completely burnt on all sides,” Nan recited obligingly. “It is served with a side of slugs poached in their own slime. Their chewy texture provides a perfect complement…” Estelle was howling with laughter by this point. Nan, as always in such moments, felt as though she were being carried along by an inexorable flood of words quite independent of herself. A rhyme was pushing insistently at the inside of her head, and she let it out without the least idea where it was going to finish up:

“Crispy mandrake, extra fancy,

Bring me something

Chrestomanci!”


and THIS one is a luxurious and voice-perfect THIRTEEN THOUSAND WORDS spent with my beloved terrible children as their memories are returned by way of an encounter with the TRAGICALLY ABANDONED SENTIENT GARDEN IMPLEMENTS. ABSOLUTE GALAXY BRAIN AGAIN ... I'm so happy ...

and having been Yuletided well beyond my deserts, I now leave the archive for now but I look forward to reading everyone's recs on the other side!
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Fandom: Chen Qing Ling; A Christmas Carol
Pairings/Characters: Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao, Jin Guangshan, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Wen Ruohan, Background & Cameo Characters
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Length: 7,500
Content Notes: No Archive Warnings Apply, (although Jin Guangshan is his own content warning.)
Creator Tags: Minor Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Inspired by A Christmas Carol, Crack, Christmas Crack, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Jin Guangyao is gonna soften his dad's heart if it kills him, Jiang Cheng wasn't even supposed to be here today, Lan Wangji is only here for the snacks, (Wei Ying is the snack), Daddy Issues: The Play, It's WangXian but that's not the focus here

Creator Links: (AO3) [archiveofourown.org profile] Mikkeneko; (Tumblr) [tumblr.com profile] mikkeneko

Theme: Amnesty, Uncommon Settings, Crack, Crossovers/Fusions, Humor, Research, Trope Subversion & Inversion

Summary: It's Christmas Eve in the Jianghu, and Jin Guangyao is determined to show his father the meaning of charity and generosity and the brotherhood of man if it kills him.

(It will.)


Author’s Notes: You know, throughout this fandom I've seen fans extend grace towards all sorts of morally grey characters. There are Xue Yang stans, Su She truthers, Wen Ruohan fuckers and Meng Yao apologists, I've even seen Jin Zixun have something like a redemption arc! But the one thing I've never, ever seen is a redemption story for Jin Guangshan.

This fic isn't one either.

… Thanks for reading! I'm so sorry.

I referenced this copy of Charles Dickens' ACC while writing this fic. How come nobody told me Dickens was such a fuckin' comedian? The adaptations only ever quote the dramatic lines.


Reccer's Notes: This is one of the most meticulous, erudite, and considered pieces of crack I’ve ever read; the characters themselves are constantly lampshading the incompatibility of the crossover. Mikkeneko manages, somehow, to keep everyone in character while shoehorned into the Christmas Carol roles and to transpose this Christian morality play into the context of a Xianxia China unbothered by missionaries—demonstrating a thorough understanding of both the canons she’s Frankenstitched together. There’s a smidgen of Shakespeare in there too; the Christmas Carol scenario is a stage play, presented by Jin Guangyao in a Hamletesque ploy to lay a ruler’s sins bare.

Fanwork Links: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35699251

Story! Happy Yuletide

Dec. 25th, 2025 08:10 pm
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I don't know canon, but I loved this story.
Halfway to Sky by Anonymous in Almost Brilliant (Singing Hills Cycle) by Nghi Vo. "Up in the hills there was a goatherd, who could spin the dark out of the sky or the soft light of stars."

The comments at the end of the story are delightful too.

Yuletide (Main) Recs

Dec. 25th, 2025 09:03 pm
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Yuletide recs:


We Are Lady Parts/Riot Women | TRON | Sinners | Some Like It Hot | Home Alone | The Fugitive (TV) | The Fugitive (Movie) | Farscape | Dragonriders of Pern

10 fics )
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Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings/Characters: F/M; Emily Prentiss/Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner/Jennifer "JJ" Jareau; Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Henry LaMontagne, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid
Rating: Teen and Up
Length: 50,833
Content Notes: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, bittersweet ending, canon-typical violence, colorism, period-characteristic prevalence of smoking, period-characteristic attitudes toward mental illness, PTSD, war-typical gore
Creator Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Everybody's Looking Sharp, Get Some Benny Goodman on the Radio, Originally Posted on FanFiction.Net, Author is a Research Nerd, And Not Ashamed of It Either, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period-Typical Racism, Period-Typical Sexism, Alternate Universe - 1940s
Creator Links: (AO3) [archiveofourown.org profile] mosylu, (Dreamwidth) [personal profile] mosylu, (FF.net) [fanfiction.net profile] mosylu, (Tumblr) [tumblr.com profile] mosylufanfic

Theme: Amnesty, Mystery & Suspense, Uncommon Settings, Casefic, Characters of Color, FANCAKE IS FIFTEEN, Fandom Classics, Historical AUs, Research, Women Being Awesome

Summary: Historical AU. In 1947 New York, a motley group of strangers are about to come face-to-face with the idea that you can catch a criminal from within his own mind.

Author’s Notes: Honestly, this came about because of Garcia's hair. Yes, Garcia's hair. Follow me here. There was an episode where she was wearing it in this marvelous retro-40's do, and I started picturing how she'd look in a whole 40's ensemble. And then I started picturing the entire cast in 40's styles. (Boy howdy, would it suit Reid, and Morgan would rock a fedora like nobody's business.) Then I started thinking about how different their lives would have been sixty years ago, and then the social and cultural upheaval of an entire nation coming back from WWII, and . . . well . . . enjoy.

Historical Note: Shell shock was the World War I term, and battle fatigue the WWII term, for what we now call PTSD.


Reccer's Notes: A post-WWII noir mystery AU in which an oddly assorted bunch of cops, academics, veterans, and civilians, masterminded by neighborhood reference librarian and gossip networker Penelope Garcia, band together to solve some violent local crimes—and proceed to pioneer criminal profiling in the process.

(When this fic debuted in October 2010, the mystery of Reid’s chronic migraines was an ongoing canon subplot; this setting provides a ruthlessly plausible explanation. That’s all I’m going to say.)

Fanwork Links:
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3161369
Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6391786/1/War-Crimes

A Newtonmass* walk

Dec. 25th, 2025 07:34 pm
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I find it too easy to stay home when I don’t have particular reasons to leave the house, but I’m trying to resist this. It took until late afternoon for me to get out, though. I headed out Brattle St.; it’s where I defaulted to walking during the early days of the pandemic, because it’s very pretty with all the historic houses, plus the trees and other greenery make it feel more spacious. This afternoon felt similar because there was so little traffic, likely not only because of the holiday but also due to the cold winds blowing.

The houses were pretty in their Christmas decorations, which tended towards little white fairy lights, swags of fresh greenery along fences, and various bows and wreaths, very understated compared to some. I was surprised to note three houses for sale on Brattle St. just between Longfellow House and Fayerweather St. That seems like a lot of turnover at once.

I found what I thought might be a foreign coin (the color was too brassy to be US currency), but turned out to be a vacuum token. I couldn’t figure it out until I got home and thought to check the obverse: apparently carwashes can have vacuum tokens.

I visited one of the biggest trees I know of in Cambridge, at 12 Reservoir St. It’s gorgeous (but not on the city’s map of trees***, because it’s on private land, not public).

I saw turkeys twice: the first was a pair on Sparks St., while the second was a group of 15 on Craigie St. It seemed to me that they were all hens, no males at all. Happily, they went about their own business without interacting with the humans nearby.

I went down Berkeley St., which gave me the chance to visit one of my favorite historical markers, at the house where the future Thai Princess Mother Sangwan Talapat lived from September 1919 to April 1920. It’s fifth on this list of the Massachusetts Trail of Thai Royalty.

And then home in the gloaming, thinking about my options for lunch.

* I know it should be Newtonmas**, but given his achievements, ‘mass’ feels more appropriate. (It would’ve been even more appropriate had I managed to walk to Newton, though.)

** Clara Barton was also born on December 25, but no one uses Bartonmas/Bartonmass (she grew up in MA, even, having been born in North Oxford). (More about her accomplishments from Wikipedia.)

*** This is from the city’s open data sets, which includes a whole lot of information, even including lists and maintenance of public art and sidewalk poetry.

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Happy Thursday Recs to all those who celebrate! And I guess anything else that might be going on, IDK.


Do you have a rec for this week? Just reply to this post with something queer or queer-adjacent (such as, soap made by a queer person that isn't necessarily queer themed) that you'd, well, recommend. Self-recs are welcome, as are recs for fandom-related content!

Or have you tried something that's been recced here? Do you have your own report to share about it? I'd love to hear about it!
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Posted by Cheryl Rofer

I had planned not to post about horrible things happening. It’s been a lovely mostly clear day here, warmish for the season, and the river is going down. Somehow the atmospheric river hit Seattle and then jumped down to Los Angeles, leaving us with only normal amounts of rain.

We had turkey and trimmings, and some in the group assembled robots from a 1984 kit, while others assembled a puzzle. I was thinking most of the day that we have been fortunate not to hear from our assaulter-in-chief. I will have some things to say about him, but, I thought, not today.

I wish that if he’s going to do this shit, he’d at least use language a normal president might use. Of course, a normal president wouldn’t do any of this. They would have wished us a happy holiday and then would blessedly have disappeared to enjoy their family.

Update: A commenter asked for further confirmation, and I wasn’t entirely sure just on the basis of a Trump tweet, but he’s been pretty reliable in announcing his military strikes. Here’s confirmation:

Per Lucas Tomlinson (Fox News) via 'Dept. of War', "a U.S. Navy destroyer launching Tomahawk cruise missile into Nigeria targeting Islamic State on Christmas."Thinking destroyer might be USS Paul Ignatius (DDG-117) based on the starboard flag being in similar color to one seen recently on it.

Evergreen Intel (@vcdgf555.bsky.social) 2025-12-26T01:26:53.140Z

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