Surveillance (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Jan. 22nd, 2026 03:14 pmSurveillance, by Penknife. shrift: Clint and Natasha and a hotel bed, fuck yeah.
Surveillance, by Penknife. shrift: Clint and Natasha and a hotel bed, fuck yeah.

Kiela has always had trouble dealing with people. Thankfully, as a librarian at the Great Library of Alyssium, she and her assistant, Caz—a magically sentient spider plant—have spent the last decade sequestered among the empire’s most precious spellbooks, preserving their magic for the city’s elite.
When a revolution begins and the library goes up in flames, she and Caz flee with all the spellbooks they can carry and head to a remote island Kiela never thought she’d see again: her childhood home. Taking refuge there, Kiela discovers, much to her dismay, a nosy—and very handsome—neighbor who can’t take a hint and keeps showing up day after day to make sure she’s fed and to help fix up her new home.
In need of income, Kiela identifies something that even the bakery in town doesn’t have: jam. With the help of an old recipe book her parents left her and a bit of illegal magic, her cottage garden is soon covered in ripe berries.
But magic can do more than make life a little sweeter, so Kiela risks the consequences of using unsanctioned spells and opens the island’s first-ever and much needed secret spellshop.
Like a Hallmark rom-com full of mythical creatures and fueled by cinnamon rolls and magic, The Spellshop will heal your heart and feed your soul.
It occurs to Ilya that he doesn't belong here. But then, this is a necessary migration.
So, at long last, I finally have an email address associated with My New Academic Position (this has been A Saga to do with their system upgrade).
I have also achieved reader's card for library of former workplace (spat out from the bowels of their system with A Very Old Photo of Yrs Truly).
And went and looked at the items I wanted to check, and found that lo, I was right and they did NOT have anything pertinent, as I had in fact hoped they would not. Though I had hoped to look, for another thing, at a couple of closed stack items and discovered that these cannot be ordered on a day's notice INFAMY I am sure I recall the times when there were regular deliveries throughout the day. Not actually critical, but irksome. (Also irksome was that I moaned about this on bluesky and got various responses that had no relevance at all to research libraries, in the UK, in particular this one.)
I then managed to get a digital passport photo at one of the photobooths on Euston station and have applied for a new passport, as mine is well out of date and I seem to keep seeing things that want 'government ID' to verify WHO I AM (over here, making like Hemingway....) so thought this was probably the way to go.
Also this is a trivial thing but in the course of my perambs of the day I walked past the statue of Trim, and his human.
In the niggles department, I did that thing of putting my phone down in place I never usually put it and flapping about trying to find it.
The lockers at the library have really annoying electronic locks.
Printer playing up a bit again. Though I think this really is that one has to let it mutter and sulk for a bit between turning it on and actually trying to print anything.




It's been a whole adventure watching Heated Rivalry go mainstream (for once I can claim I was a fan before it was cool!). I turned on Radio 2 in a hire car on Tuesday evening and the presenter was talking about it. Half the UK ice hockey clubs are making social media posts riffing off the show, or at minimum using music from it in their updates.
But it's also more complicated. Zach Sullivan, one of the very very few out queer professional male hockey players in the world, made an Instagram post a few days ago, about how conflicted he feels about the show. Well worth a read if you have time. Heated Rivalry is a romantic fantasy, the hockey aspects are often wrong, and I agree with Zach that I'm not at all sure the enthusiasm over the show is making things better for closeted male players right now. (I hope it will in the long term, but I worry about the harm right now.)
Also, I am developing a visceral loathing for the phrase "boy aquarium" for hockey rinks.
That last point: I play with two mixed (male-dominated) teams, I get changed in the same room as the men, and because my teams are not gross and the changing room is not a sexualised space, I feel safe doing so. If I changed separately, I would miss out on a whole load of the team connection and conversation, all the stuff that creates a team out of a bunch of people who turn up in the same place each week. So I stay and change with my team, and it's not a big deal, and I don't want people to make it a big deal.
They told you
“When it happens to you, it will be different.”
And of course, you believed them. Why would you not?
They had been where you have not been. You believed.
But when happened,
You wondered why they had bothered.
When the invaders were in your city,
On your bike paths
In your grocery store,
When they came for your people, your neighbors
Your friends
It was unimaginable.
It was different.
You want to grab
Your friends and loved ones who live elsewhere,
You want to warn them, you want to tell them
“When it happens to you, it will be different.”
You want to protect them.
But the truth
Which you are staring at
Is that it is not different.
It’s just local.