Jan. 1st, 2021

beatrice_otter: Sha're in a blue veil (Shau'ri)
Yuletide Reveal! I wrote four fics. This was my original assignment, and it was very interesting. Alas, my local library system didn't have any books on Jewish history/culture pre-WWII. They had a lot of stuff about the Holocaust, and some current/contemporary stuff, but nothing on Jewish life in Eastern Europe in the late 19th Century. There were online resources, but none that had the sort of detail I wanted. For example, several of them mentioned that the Jewish communities had this amazing charity/mutual aid network, but none of them had any detail as to how it was organized and what it looked like. So, after consultation with my beta Chaya, we decided that it was easiest just to have Motel and Tzeitel stay in a Jewish boarding house that would allow them to do housework to pay their bill until they could get jobs.

Also, I put way too much thought into "so how long would they be on the road, exactly?" In the original stories Fiddler on the Roof is based on, the town of Annatevka is (very loosely) based on Boyarka, Ukraine, which is roughly 860 kilometers away from Krakow. The rule for calculating the minimum time necessary to hike a particular distance is to allow one hour for every 5km travelled, plus an additional hour for every 600m of ascent. That works out to 172 hours of walking if everything is flat and all conditions are perfect. They are carrying a baby and pushing a wheelbarrow with all their worldly goods (including a sewing machine, which is heavy), and conditions are far from perfect, so I doubled that figure, which took me to 344 hours of walking. Averaging 8 hours on the road a day (it’s the winter, days are short), that's 43 days. They would not have traveled on the Sabbath, so that's an extra six days. (I'm sure the rest would have been deeply welcome.)

Title: A Strange New Place
Author:
Beatrice_otter
Fandom: Fiddler on the Roof (1971)
Characters/Pairings: Motel/Tzeitel, Chava/Fyedka
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 5178 words
Written For: anabel in Yuletide 2020
Betaed by: Chaya (xslytherclawx)
Summary: Tzeitel and Motel arrive in Krakow to find Chava and Fyedka already there.

On AO3. On tumblr. On Pillowfort.



It took them almost two months to walk to Krakow, and by the time they got there Tzeitel had never been more exhausted in her life. She would have marveled at the size of the great city, had she any energy to marvel with. Instead, she trudged silently beside Motel, one hand on the baby in its sling. None of them had ever been to Krakow before, of course, but the people they'd stayed with the night before had given them an address to go to and directions on how to navigate the Kazimierz to find it.

The woman who opened the door to them looked them up and down: all seventeen of them from Annatevka who had come to Krakow, either as a final destination or as a stop along their way. "What village are you from?" she asked, opening the door to them.

"Annatevka," said Todrish Gaimsky, the oldest of them. "Near Kyiv. They expelled all the Jews."

The woman nodded and sighed. "Well, we'll soon get you settled." She stood aside from the door. "Come in, come in! We don’t have room for all of you here, but there’s another boarding house down the street that should have a room or two. You can help out around the place until you have jobs to pay with, but that’s tomorrow’s problem."

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This was the pinch hit I took! I had fun with it, because "Daddy Long-Legs" (the book) is always a fun read (albeit one where I side-eye Jarvis more and more each time I read it.) If you ignore the skeevy bits (which I can), it's a delightful upbeat look at women learning and growing at college in the early 20th Century.

A note on dates: We are given very few hard dates, but one of those we do get is that September 24th of Judy's first year at college is a Saturday, which means that it could have been either 1904 or 1910 (the book was originally published in 1912). However, if she started in 1910, there would probably be at least some mention of tensions in Europe when Julia goes off to Paris every summer, if not in the beginning of the story then at least by their Senior year which would be 1914. So I have chosen 1904 as the year. However, I have almost certainly put in more thought than Jean Webster did to the dates, because if September 24th is a Saturday, then December 19th is a Monday. We are told students go home for Christmas Break starting that Saturday, which means … Christmas Break literally starts on Christmas Eve.

Also, from noticing when examinations are (all the ones Judy notes are either February or May/June) the college seems to be on a quarter system instead of a semester system.

Title:
Excerpts From the Letters of Sarah McBride Anderson, 1904-1908
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Fandom: Daddy Long-Legs -- Jean Webster
Written for: Candyoranges in Yuletide 2020
Betaed by: sinkauli
Word Count: 8682
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Sarah McBride Anderson is best known for her work as a suffragette and later as the Representative of Massachusetts' 5th Congressional District, where she served from 1925-1937 (the first woman to represent Massachusetts, and the seventh woman in the US House of Representatives). Less well known is her lifelong friendship with J.A. Pendleton, the celebrated novelist and Pulitzer Prize winner. The two women met at college, where they roomed together. Although the correspondence between the two women after their college years has been published, these letters (excerpted from Anderson's letters home to her family during their college years) have not, and provide a fascinating glimpse into their friendship.

On AO3. Pillowfort. Tumblr.


214 Fergussen Hall,
October 6th, 1904

Dear Mama,

In the middle of the day, when I'm at class or visiting with friends or playing basketball, I am so perfectly content with life here at college that I can't imagine not being here. And then evening falls and I go back to my room, and I long to be there at home with you all. Little Helen will have grown out of all recognition by the time I'm home for Christmas, and she probably won't remember me! I've always been so cross with Billie for making a mess everywhere and getting dirt and mud over everything, and now I think I could face his worst depredations with equanimity if only we were home together. (Don't you dare tell him I said that!)

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I love Into the Spiderverse, and I love Miles Morales, and I guess this was the Yuletide (for me) of making characters have difficult conversations with people they love about major problems in their relationships, because this is the second fic I wrote about that. So Uncle Aaron survives, yay! ... now what?

Title: In the Hospital After the Spiderverse
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Fandom: Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)
Written for: Acucena in Yuletide 2020
Word Count: 2447 words
Rating: Teen
Summary: Aaron wakes up in the hospital. Jefferson and Miles come to visit.

On AO3. Pillowfort. Tumblr.


Aaron woke up in a hospital room, not sure how he'd gotten there.

It was the first time that had ever happened to him. For all he'd spent his life doing illegal and unethical things, he was usually pretty good at not getting hurt, or at least not hurt seriously. He was good at what he did; very good. He was proud of his skills, if not always of what they were used for.

Whatever had happened, it hurt like hell. He moved around, experimentally, to see where it hurt, and the answer was everywhere, but through a haze of painkillers. He tried to think. He'd been working for Kingpin, who was kinda nuts but paid well. And as cape-and-cowl jobs went, it wasn't bad; nobody was going to get killed who didn't deserve it for sneaking around Kingpin's business or trying to shut him down. And "bringing back your dead wife and kid" was a good goal, practically heroic.

He swallowed, or tried to, but his mouth was too dry. Miles. Miles had been there, in a Spider-Man suit. He'd been fighting Miles.

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The last treat I wrote for Yuletide was for "Superstition," a queer hockey original-fic series on AO3. I love the series; it's pure escapism reading for me. And also, as an autistic person diagnosed in adulthood, the main character reads as very autistic in the way he sees the world and the way he relates to other people. So when I saw a request on the app for him written as autistic, I knew I had to do it.

Title: Sharing the Load
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Fandom: Superstition - Superstition_hockey (Original Work)
Written for: Wereflamingo in Yuletide 2020
Word Count:
Rating: Gen
Summary: After Everest, Luc and Jacks go to therapy.

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Luc's sports psychologist heard them out with a thoughtful air. "I can help Luc out with his issues related to retirement and adrenaline-seeking, but I'm not a couples' counselor. If you have issues to work through together, you really should have a therapist who focuses on those issues. I can give you some referrals, if you like."

"Yes, please," Jacks said firmly.

"Okay," Luc said.

Jacks shot him a surprised look, which Luc was a little hurt by. He wasn't always the most perceptive guy, but he was coachable. When the coach or doc or whoever told you what needed to be done to fix the problem, you did it, unless you had a damn good reason why. Jacks knew that. Jacks knew Luc knew that. Why was he expecting Luc to balk? Luc had been an asshole, he knew that, but surely not enough of an asshole to make Jacks doubt all that he knew about Luc? He shoved down his hurt. He had been the asshole, he didn't get to feel hurt about Jacks' reaction. He still felt a little hollow inside.




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