QOTD: Fishing with kites!
Nov. 7th, 2025 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brithistorian“In Polynesia, they used kites to fish, flying baited lines over the water to catch fish — a method that's also still around." (Lindsey Johnson, “A Brief History of Kites,” in Make:, #93, p. 53)
After reading this quote, I had to look into kite fishing more. Not only is it still around, I found someone in Dauphin Island, Alabama (near where I grew up) who's kite fishing in the Gulf of Mexico. It's possible (though I make no guarantees) that if I had been introduced to kite fishing, I would have found fishing more interesting than I did and wouldn't have given up on it.
#41 Over Dessert (part 1 of 1, complete)
Nov. 7th, 2025 10:17 pmdialecticdreamerOver Dessert
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1265
[Sunday, May 10, 2020, early evening]]
:: Liana and Beverly are offered dessert, and the conversation eases the tension a bit more, fortunately. Part of the Edison’s Mirror universe. ::
Back to Another Idea
To the Edison's Mirror Index
On to
Aidan lifted Beverly’s empty glass. “Would you like some more? Or perhaps a serving of the berry crumble that Vic made for dessert? I adore reheating things in the microwave, it’s almost less work for me than walking to the kitchen.”
Liana brightened. “That sounds good!” She turned a guilty glance to Beverly. “Is it okay?”
“Of course it is,” the older woman assured. “I’d like some as well. Could… Could you explain a bit more about how you would annoy Declan, basically by existing?”
Vic snickered. Loudly. “He’s trying to stake a claim on Liana, and following her around like a stalker. The fact that I’ve been seen with her--male, about her age-- Well, that makes me a massive threat to his ‘approach’. Ed’s too young, and Aidan’s too old, but hanging out with them is a legitimate reason for me to be around her, which will drive Declan up a wall if he’s a classic talker.”
“Yeah,” Ed agreed. “It’s pretty clear that he’s a stalker.” The preteen held up his fingers one by one, tapping them against the thumb as he counted. “One. Unwanted. If Liana thought that he was the best potential boyfriend, she’d be eager to see him. The problem is, a stalker can’t imagine why she isn’t absolutely delighted to see him.
“Two. Fixated. He’s not going after any other werewolf, is he?”
Beverly shook her head. “No, obviously not. But he’s also not easy to catch.”
“That’s only going to make him feel like he’s doing the right thing. Three. Obsessed. That means that if he started by following her home from the grocery store, that won’t be enough for long. He’ll try to follow her home from any errand that she runs.” The boy accepted a steaming mug of cocoa. “Thanks. But that means that he has to spend more time following her, and that will give us a chance to trap him, or call the cops on him.”
Aidan slipped into the kitchen. Vic took a seat at the end of the chaise, next to Ed’s feet. “There’s more than one kind of stalker, isn’t there?”
“I’m getting to that. Some types are more dangerous to the victim, but some are very, very dangerous to the people around them.” Ed’s stormy hazel eyes met Beverly’s. “That includes you, not just males.” Ed sighed. “Four. Repeated. That means that each successful event -to him- will make him try it again. That’s the most frightening part about all of this.”
Beverly shivered. “You seem to know a lot about stalkers. Is that why--?” She trailed off gently.
Ed shook his head. “No. That’s all I’ll say about it.” He took a deeper breath, inhaling the scent of cocoa, and took a tiny sip.
“Types. Have you been on a date with Declan, Liana?” The boy’s tone softened when he addressed her.
She shook her head. “It’s not like that. It’s about…” She gulped, then whispered, “It’s about being a born werewolf, instead of a Gifted one. He thinks… that he’s the best teacher for me.”
Ed shook his head. “It doesn’t diminish the stalking, but it does change the type and the risks. He’s not a rejected suitor. If he’s trying to be a mentor, it might exclude the incompetent suitor type, but it might not.” The boy shivered. “The psychology of those stalkers is scary.”
“How do you know so much about it?” Beverly asked. She cleared her throat. “I mean, this isn’t the usual kind of hobby interest.”
“Mum and Da put books on the shelves sorted by category, but also by capability. The bottom shelves were picture books, wordless books, and so on, with more challenging books or more difficult emotional topics on the higher shelves, with the top shelves always ‘ask first’ books for reference, like Da’s diagnostic manual or Mum’s thesis.” Ed giggled. “Da’s thesis was on the shelf for about middle school age, because it was meant for that age of clients. He wrote the whole thing not for his professors but for his future clients.”
He giggled again. “His advisor warned him that the committee could have rejected the whole project, even with the advisor’s approval. But Da did it anyway.”
“So, you’re from a family of geeks?” Liana asked, smiling. “It sounds like a lot of fun.”
“I miss them,” Ed whispered. He straightened. “Liana, has anybody told you that they believe you about Declan? I believe that you had one set of expectations and Declan had, has, and is acting on a different set of them.”
Aidan set a small bowl of dark berry cobbler on the end table next to Liana. “Here you go.” He handed her a cloth napkin and a dessert spoon. “As for Declan, it is not your responsibility to fix him, nor to clean up after his mistakes.”
Liana nodded. “Beverly says that a lot.”
“Good.” He turned an approving smile to include both women, and set the second bowl of crumble next to Beverly. “I’d like to ask some questions later. Not a few minutes, but a few weeks later, at a minimum. Decide what you’re comfortable with, and I’ll accept those limitations, but the questions are important enough to me that I will share personal information in return.”
“That’s not an easy thing to ask,” Beverly admitted. “It’s part of why I’m having so much trouble in this conversation.”
Ed accepted a bowl of crumble barely large enough to hold a cup of food. A dot of butter melted on the toasted oat topping. He draped the napkin on his lap and reached for the spoon, while Vic waited patiently. “Thanks. Can I ask a question, Beverly?” Ed asked. His spoon hovered over the dish.
“You could ask, but I might hesitate while trying to find an answer.” She frowned. “I worry that I’ll say something to upset you, which is not what I want at all.”
The preteen nodded. “Okay. Uhm… why haven’t you mentioned a title for the leader? I can understand not mentioning age or gender, but… Do you just call them “Leader,” or “Boss,” or “Pointer”?” Ed’s lips quirked almost imperceptibly upward.
Beverly chuffed. Then snickered. Then she began to laugh, deeply, fully, while her shoulders heaved. Finally, the quake of humor passed. “No. We don’t say it because different groups have different names. There are lots of slang terms for redheads, and because of it, if I called you Blue, you would have a very good idea where I grew up.”
“I like the name Pointer,” Liana teased, shaking her head. “I mean, we make plenty of dog jokes between ourselves, so it’s… on point.”
Vic chuckled, then offered her a high five. “Good one!”
He accepted a bowl of crumble from Aidan. “Where’s yours?” he murmured.
Aidan shook his head. “Eating more right now would become nothing but fat. If I’d done more gardening today, it wouldn’t be an issue.”
Liana hummed in pleasure. “That’s really good. What’s in it?”
“Ed’s is the only one with butter in it. There’s a tiny bit of sugar, some cinnamon, an underripe apple for pectin, and a mix of blackberries and raspberries. The crumble is mostly oats and spices. I’m not fond of extremely sweet foods of any kind.”
She smiled. “Make a grocery list, and I’ll bring the ingredients. Then we can make a really, really big batch.”
Aidan nodded, grinning back at her. “That is a very good plan.”
30
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1265
[Sunday, May 10, 2020, early evening]]
:: Liana and Beverly are offered dessert, and the conversation eases the tension a bit more, fortunately. Part of the Edison’s Mirror universe. ::
Back to Another Idea
To the Edison's Mirror Index
On to
Aidan lifted Beverly’s empty glass. “Would you like some more? Or perhaps a serving of the berry crumble that Vic made for dessert? I adore reheating things in the microwave, it’s almost less work for me than walking to the kitchen.”
Liana brightened. “That sounds good!” She turned a guilty glance to Beverly. “Is it okay?”
“Of course it is,” the older woman assured. “I’d like some as well. Could… Could you explain a bit more about how you would annoy Declan, basically by existing?”
Vic snickered. Loudly. “He’s trying to stake a claim on Liana, and following her around like a stalker. The fact that I’ve been seen with her--male, about her age-- Well, that makes me a massive threat to his ‘approach’. Ed’s too young, and Aidan’s too old, but hanging out with them is a legitimate reason for me to be around her, which will drive Declan up a wall if he’s a classic talker.”
“Yeah,” Ed agreed. “It’s pretty clear that he’s a stalker.” The preteen held up his fingers one by one, tapping them against the thumb as he counted. “One. Unwanted. If Liana thought that he was the best potential boyfriend, she’d be eager to see him. The problem is, a stalker can’t imagine why she isn’t absolutely delighted to see him.
“Two. Fixated. He’s not going after any other werewolf, is he?”
Beverly shook her head. “No, obviously not. But he’s also not easy to catch.”
“That’s only going to make him feel like he’s doing the right thing. Three. Obsessed. That means that if he started by following her home from the grocery store, that won’t be enough for long. He’ll try to follow her home from any errand that she runs.” The boy accepted a steaming mug of cocoa. “Thanks. But that means that he has to spend more time following her, and that will give us a chance to trap him, or call the cops on him.”
Aidan slipped into the kitchen. Vic took a seat at the end of the chaise, next to Ed’s feet. “There’s more than one kind of stalker, isn’t there?”
“I’m getting to that. Some types are more dangerous to the victim, but some are very, very dangerous to the people around them.” Ed’s stormy hazel eyes met Beverly’s. “That includes you, not just males.” Ed sighed. “Four. Repeated. That means that each successful event -to him- will make him try it again. That’s the most frightening part about all of this.”
Beverly shivered. “You seem to know a lot about stalkers. Is that why--?” She trailed off gently.
Ed shook his head. “No. That’s all I’ll say about it.” He took a deeper breath, inhaling the scent of cocoa, and took a tiny sip.
“Types. Have you been on a date with Declan, Liana?” The boy’s tone softened when he addressed her.
She shook her head. “It’s not like that. It’s about…” She gulped, then whispered, “It’s about being a born werewolf, instead of a Gifted one. He thinks… that he’s the best teacher for me.”
Ed shook his head. “It doesn’t diminish the stalking, but it does change the type and the risks. He’s not a rejected suitor. If he’s trying to be a mentor, it might exclude the incompetent suitor type, but it might not.” The boy shivered. “The psychology of those stalkers is scary.”
“How do you know so much about it?” Beverly asked. She cleared her throat. “I mean, this isn’t the usual kind of hobby interest.”
“Mum and Da put books on the shelves sorted by category, but also by capability. The bottom shelves were picture books, wordless books, and so on, with more challenging books or more difficult emotional topics on the higher shelves, with the top shelves always ‘ask first’ books for reference, like Da’s diagnostic manual or Mum’s thesis.” Ed giggled. “Da’s thesis was on the shelf for about middle school age, because it was meant for that age of clients. He wrote the whole thing not for his professors but for his future clients.”
He giggled again. “His advisor warned him that the committee could have rejected the whole project, even with the advisor’s approval. But Da did it anyway.”
“So, you’re from a family of geeks?” Liana asked, smiling. “It sounds like a lot of fun.”
“I miss them,” Ed whispered. He straightened. “Liana, has anybody told you that they believe you about Declan? I believe that you had one set of expectations and Declan had, has, and is acting on a different set of them.”
Aidan set a small bowl of dark berry cobbler on the end table next to Liana. “Here you go.” He handed her a cloth napkin and a dessert spoon. “As for Declan, it is not your responsibility to fix him, nor to clean up after his mistakes.”
Liana nodded. “Beverly says that a lot.”
“Good.” He turned an approving smile to include both women, and set the second bowl of crumble next to Beverly. “I’d like to ask some questions later. Not a few minutes, but a few weeks later, at a minimum. Decide what you’re comfortable with, and I’ll accept those limitations, but the questions are important enough to me that I will share personal information in return.”
“That’s not an easy thing to ask,” Beverly admitted. “It’s part of why I’m having so much trouble in this conversation.”
Ed accepted a bowl of crumble barely large enough to hold a cup of food. A dot of butter melted on the toasted oat topping. He draped the napkin on his lap and reached for the spoon, while Vic waited patiently. “Thanks. Can I ask a question, Beverly?” Ed asked. His spoon hovered over the dish.
“You could ask, but I might hesitate while trying to find an answer.” She frowned. “I worry that I’ll say something to upset you, which is not what I want at all.”
The preteen nodded. “Okay. Uhm… why haven’t you mentioned a title for the leader? I can understand not mentioning age or gender, but… Do you just call them “Leader,” or “Boss,” or “Pointer”?” Ed’s lips quirked almost imperceptibly upward.
Beverly chuffed. Then snickered. Then she began to laugh, deeply, fully, while her shoulders heaved. Finally, the quake of humor passed. “No. We don’t say it because different groups have different names. There are lots of slang terms for redheads, and because of it, if I called you Blue, you would have a very good idea where I grew up.”
“I like the name Pointer,” Liana teased, shaking her head. “I mean, we make plenty of dog jokes between ourselves, so it’s… on point.”
Vic chuckled, then offered her a high five. “Good one!”
He accepted a bowl of crumble from Aidan. “Where’s yours?” he murmured.
Aidan shook his head. “Eating more right now would become nothing but fat. If I’d done more gardening today, it wouldn’t be an issue.”
Liana hummed in pleasure. “That’s really good. What’s in it?”
“Ed’s is the only one with butter in it. There’s a tiny bit of sugar, some cinnamon, an underripe apple for pectin, and a mix of blackberries and raspberries. The crumble is mostly oats and spices. I’m not fond of extremely sweet foods of any kind.”
She smiled. “Make a grocery list, and I’ll bring the ingredients. Then we can make a really, really big batch.”
Aidan nodded, grinning back at her. “That is a very good plan.”
30
Falling Forward All Week
Nov. 7th, 2025 05:38 pmcanyonwalkerIt's been a bit disorienting since we changed the clocks last week at the end of Daylight Saving Time. Remember, Fall Forward, Spring Back. 🤣 And I've been falling forward all week. I've been waking up early in the morning and pooping out early in the evening.
Waking up early, I don't mind so much. I mean, I'd prefer to get a bit more sleep instead of waking up at 6am. But it helps for days when I have 7am meetings— of which there were exactly too many this past week— and doesn't totally suck for slowly getting ready for 8am start days. The part that totally sucks is feeling ready for bed at 8pm.
The slightly disorienting part is the jarring change to my sense of what time it is based on sunset. For example, 10 minutes ago I would've guessed it was almost 7pm. It was only 5:25. It's been like that all week. This has happened in past years, too, of course. And its that past experience that tells me the time confusion will disappear quickly. Then I'll only have to deal with the fact that it's actually dark shortly past 5pm, if not sooner. 😣
Waking up early, I don't mind so much. I mean, I'd prefer to get a bit more sleep instead of waking up at 6am. But it helps for days when I have 7am meetings— of which there were exactly too many this past week— and doesn't totally suck for slowly getting ready for 8am start days. The part that totally sucks is feeling ready for bed at 8pm.
The slightly disorienting part is the jarring change to my sense of what time it is based on sunset. For example, 10 minutes ago I would've guessed it was almost 7pm. It was only 5:25. It's been like that all week. This has happened in past years, too, of course. And its that past experience that tells me the time confusion will disappear quickly. Then I'll only have to deal with the fact that it's actually dark shortly past 5pm, if not sooner. 😣
I have lived longer than my father.
Nov. 7th, 2025 12:15 pmsistawendyNow that I’ve done the most dangerous thing that I usually do in a day, riding my bike, I can confidently say that as of today, I’ve lived longer than my father did. It’s… disquieting how not-old I feel.
I know comparison is the thief of joy, but that doesn’t stop me from comparing myself to the man I got half my DNA from.
Work? Dad was a hot shot scientist, at least early on. I’ve been hacking and slacking my way through life. He did live long enough to see me be a disappointment, but he had the grace not to say so.
Relationships? He found Mrs. Right at the age of 21, and death parted them. He did, however, make her miserable on some occasions; she admitted that even before the dementia really took hold. Dad had acquired some antiquated attitudes about women from his own father, whom he idolized for reasons the rest of the family never figured out. And oh by the way, in many ways Ex is a better person than my mother was, so I get points for taste.
Raising kids? Well, if you look at the self-sufficiency score, I’m not doing so well, even if I don’t know what, if anything, I should have done differently. And as for raising kids who aren’t terrible people, I’m one for one, and my parents are two for three. But again, I don’t know what they could have done differently, and having been there myself, I’m loath to second guess either of them. I will note, though, Dad’s lack of enthusiasm for the whole parenting project; he seemed to have gotten the idea that it wasn’t really his job, possibly from his father again.
The whole sex switcheroo? Maybe he would have been OK with it; maybe not. I know he was deeply emotionally invested in having a son. I got coerced into little league baseball and reading James Fennimore Cooper. However, Dad was anti-racist and prided himself on being more enlightened than average. And I had Mom in my corner. Maybe he would have come around after a while the way Good Sister did.
If he’d been in my shoes, would he have had the guts to do what I did? I think not. He was a fifties organization man, back before that stopped working for everybody. He did once get me aside and tell me he had some cross-gender… what was the word he used, feelings? But at that point I was running away from them myself, so I didn’t want to hear anything further. I’ve regretted that, but now that I think about it, maybe he had nothing constructive to say.
One thing sticks out in my memory: a few years before Mom died and well into the course of her dementia, she said that Dad told her, “I’m a failure. You’re a failure too.” I hope Mom confabulated that. If not, it breaks my heart, because he wasn’t a failure. I know I’m not.
I know comparison is the thief of joy, but that doesn’t stop me from comparing myself to the man I got half my DNA from.
Work? Dad was a hot shot scientist, at least early on. I’ve been hacking and slacking my way through life. He did live long enough to see me be a disappointment, but he had the grace not to say so.
Relationships? He found Mrs. Right at the age of 21, and death parted them. He did, however, make her miserable on some occasions; she admitted that even before the dementia really took hold. Dad had acquired some antiquated attitudes about women from his own father, whom he idolized for reasons the rest of the family never figured out. And oh by the way, in many ways Ex is a better person than my mother was, so I get points for taste.
Raising kids? Well, if you look at the self-sufficiency score, I’m not doing so well, even if I don’t know what, if anything, I should have done differently. And as for raising kids who aren’t terrible people, I’m one for one, and my parents are two for three. But again, I don’t know what they could have done differently, and having been there myself, I’m loath to second guess either of them. I will note, though, Dad’s lack of enthusiasm for the whole parenting project; he seemed to have gotten the idea that it wasn’t really his job, possibly from his father again.
The whole sex switcheroo? Maybe he would have been OK with it; maybe not. I know he was deeply emotionally invested in having a son. I got coerced into little league baseball and reading James Fennimore Cooper. However, Dad was anti-racist and prided himself on being more enlightened than average. And I had Mom in my corner. Maybe he would have come around after a while the way Good Sister did.
If he’d been in my shoes, would he have had the guts to do what I did? I think not. He was a fifties organization man, back before that stopped working for everybody. He did once get me aside and tell me he had some cross-gender… what was the word he used, feelings? But at that point I was running away from them myself, so I didn’t want to hear anything further. I’ve regretted that, but now that I think about it, maybe he had nothing constructive to say.
One thing sticks out in my memory: a few years before Mom died and well into the course of her dementia, she said that Dad told her, “I’m a failure. You’re a failure too.” I hope Mom confabulated that. If not, it breaks my heart, because he wasn’t a failure. I know I’m not.
Not sure if I'll have much luck, but...
Nov. 7th, 2025 12:16 pmondiine posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
addme_fandomName: I go by Jess mainly but you can call me Ondine as well
Age group: I'm 17, will be 18 in March. I know a lot of people don't want minors on their journal so yeah, be warned. Of course I don't mind older folks as long as you aren't weird towards me.
Country: "U! S! A! U-U-U-U! S! A!"
Subscription/Access policy: None at the moment because I don't have any locked entries, and I don't forsee myself really having any.
Fannish interests: Fanart, fic reading/sometimes writing, selfshipping/yume/riako/whatever stuff, oshikatsu culture
What I like to post about: Long form rambles about my life, ideas I have about media I like
Fandoms: Mostly Blue Lock, Cookie Run (CRK/CROB), YGO, rhythm games (PJSK/Enstars to be specific), Vocaloid, and Trauma Center. I mostly post about Blue Lock because I've been very hyperfixated (I'm autistic) for about 4 months at this point. I'm trying to branch out and get into more things as well.
About me: I've used DW for about 3 or so years but this is a new journal, I've had other journals in the past. I've never liked mainstream social media. Problem is I'm only now really figuring out how to properly engage with this site and maybe get some eyes on my journal. I like talking to myself but it gets a bit lonely. By the way, I hate discourse and I'm not pro or anti or neutral anything. If I see something I don't like I block it. And I would assume I needn't say this but just in case, bigots of any kind are not welcome around me.
Other hobbies: Music (I love Interpol), drawing, crafts, reading
Looking for people who are: Also neurodivergent, in the same fandoms as me
Journal info: My entries are pretty long, and I don't cut them unless they contain some kind of sensitive content. I do vent but it's nothing too serious, anything I think would warrant a content warning has one and goes under a cut. I haven't posted much fandom-related content but will definitely do so eventually, so stay tuned...
Age group: I'm 17, will be 18 in March. I know a lot of people don't want minors on their journal so yeah, be warned. Of course I don't mind older folks as long as you aren't weird towards me.
Country: "U! S! A! U-U-U-U! S! A!"
Subscription/Access policy: None at the moment because I don't have any locked entries, and I don't forsee myself really having any.
Fannish interests: Fanart, fic reading/sometimes writing, selfshipping/yume/riako/whatever stuff, oshikatsu culture
What I like to post about: Long form rambles about my life, ideas I have about media I like
Fandoms: Mostly Blue Lock, Cookie Run (CRK/CROB), YGO, rhythm games (PJSK/Enstars to be specific), Vocaloid, and Trauma Center. I mostly post about Blue Lock because I've been very hyperfixated (I'm autistic) for about 4 months at this point. I'm trying to branch out and get into more things as well.
About me: I've used DW for about 3 or so years but this is a new journal, I've had other journals in the past. I've never liked mainstream social media. Problem is I'm only now really figuring out how to properly engage with this site and maybe get some eyes on my journal. I like talking to myself but it gets a bit lonely. By the way, I hate discourse and I'm not pro or anti or neutral anything. If I see something I don't like I block it. And I would assume I needn't say this but just in case, bigots of any kind are not welcome around me.
Other hobbies: Music (I love Interpol), drawing, crafts, reading
Looking for people who are: Also neurodivergent, in the same fandoms as me
Journal info: My entries are pretty long, and I don't cut them unless they contain some kind of sensitive content. I do vent but it's nothing too serious, anything I think would warrant a content warning has one and goes under a cut. I haven't posted much fandom-related content but will definitely do so eventually, so stay tuned...
Our Lady of Mysterious Ailments (Edinburgh Nights, volume 2) by T. L. Huchu
Nov. 7th, 2025 09:12 amjames_davis_nicoll
Discovering what she expected to be a lucrative new job is instead an internship, Ropa Moyo tries to pay her bill by resorting to her avocation of detective.
Our Lady of Mysterious Ailments (Edinburgh Nights, volume 2) by T. L. Huchu
hello
Nov. 7th, 2025 10:29 amrenfys posting in addme_fandomWhat I go by: Ren (they/them)
Bit About Me: Nonbinary, bisexual, old (okay, over 40), parent, writer, admin worker and disabled, living in Wales.
Where else I can be found online: so many places lol
What I post about: Art, writing, fanfic, mostly my life in general - my kids, my health, my hobbies
Hobbies & Interests: I like to write, to draw, archery, colouring, gaming (I have a swtich and a PS5), fanfiction. This is one of the few places, as well as pillowfort, where my fandom side and my actual life intersect.
Fandoms/characters/ships if fannish: I like Stargate, Star Trek, Rizzoli & Isles, Dr Who, Castle, NCIS, Bones, MCU, Dragon Age. I dabble a lot and hope around a lot - I mostly write in whatever I'm watching at the time. I prefer femslash, I dislike m/m.
Other things I want you to know about me: I have two kids, both girls, one is a cancer survivor and had a liver transplant. I've been married for 13 years to my American wife.
What I'm looking for in friends/blogs to follow: Anyone who still loves Stargate as much as me, but anyone who's into the same stuff as me, or happens to be a geeky parent.
Follow Friday 11-7-25
Nov. 7th, 2025 12:38 amysabetwordsmith posting in followfridayGot 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".
Well, I've picked out a new set of frames
Nov. 7th, 2025 12:20 amconulyIt was a penny more than the old ones, so there's that. (But I paid for super expedited shipping, so actually it's like $40 more.)
They're green. I'm not so sure about this, but there will be NO MORE TAKE-BACKS. I triple checked that they weren't safety glasses with the things on the side, which would've been great if I was in a field where I needed those but, as it is, was unwearable, and they're the exact same measurement as my old glasses, I checked that as well.
They're green. I'm not so sure about this, but there will be NO MORE TAKE-BACKS. I triple checked that they weren't safety glasses with the things on the side, which would've been great if I was in a field where I needed those but, as it is, was unwearable, and they're the exact same measurement as my old glasses, I checked that as well.
I used the election to read In Other Lands
Nov. 6th, 2025 10:07 amconulyI liked it, but that was because I liked laughing at how stupidly oblivious the protagonist was to his not-rival's extraordinarily obvious crush on him. And also because I like most things I read.
But then, here I was, 20 minutes from the finish line, our two dudes are about to finally resolve all their deep-seated personal issues that have kept them apart - and my coworkers start a loud conversation right next to me and they will not shut up. I did, eventually, have to ask them to please stop for half an hour so I could finish my book.
******************
( Read more... )
But then, here I was, 20 minutes from the finish line, our two dudes are about to finally resolve all their deep-seated personal issues that have kept them apart - and my coworkers start a loud conversation right next to me and they will not shut up. I did, eventually, have to ask them to please stop for half an hour so I could finish my book.
( Read more... )
#40 Another Idea (part 1 of 1, complete)
Nov. 6th, 2025 11:17 pmdialecticdreamerAnother Idea
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1260
[Sunday, May 10, 2020, early evening]]
:: Liana and Beverly visit, bringing another possible solution. Part of the Edison’s Mirror universe. ::
Back to Ed’s Worries
To the Edison's Mirror Index
On to
Aidan had just put the last, newly dried dish into the cupboard when the doorbell downstairs rang. He dried his hands on the towel that had just wiped the last plate, then hurried toward the stairs.
At the front door, he opened it, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth but not settling in place. “Hello, Liana. Hello, Beverly. Would you like to come in?”
( Read more... )
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1260
[Sunday, May 10, 2020, early evening]]
:: Liana and Beverly visit, bringing another possible solution. Part of the Edison’s Mirror universe. ::
Back to Ed’s Worries
To the Edison's Mirror Index
On to
Aidan had just put the last, newly dried dish into the cupboard when the doorbell downstairs rang. He dried his hands on the towel that had just wiped the last plate, then hurried toward the stairs.
At the front door, he opened it, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth but not settling in place. “Hello, Liana. Hello, Beverly. Would you like to come in?”
( Read more... )
Ricky made is through his surgery
Nov. 6th, 2025 09:34 pmbrithistorianWe took Ricky off at the hospital this morning. He went into surgery at about 1:00 and got out several hours later. He had at least three stents plus one medicated balloon, so his cardiac function should be improved quite a bit. After A. and I did some things we had to do around the house, we went to Ricky's to take care of his dogs and also did some cleaning up so that his place will be at least a little safer for him to come home to tomorrow.
We've got to pick him up at the hospital between 8:30 and 10:00 a.m. (depending on when the doctor does rounds, I suppose).
Thanks for all the good wishes that you've sent to Ricky!
Ollie's Queens joins Dreamwidth
Nov. 6th, 2025 08:58 pmflareonfury posting in ![[site community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/comm_staff.png){kind=small}
dw_community_promo
olliesqueens is a dreamwidth community dedicated to het & gen relationships of Oliver Queen aka Green Arrow, thus "Ollie's Queens". The community was imported from LiveJournal, it originally focused on the Smallville version of Oliver Queen het & gen relationships. Since lack of works posted to LJ for awhile and since Smallville had ended back 2011 (Smallville Season 11 ended in 2014) & Arrow ended in 2020, Ollie's Queens has since opened up to any universe Oliver Queen exists in, including comics, animation, films, and shows of course.
Doesn't matter if it's Canon ships or Unconventional pairings, or how rare the pairings are! If you write or want to rec something you love! PLEASE SHARE.
werewolvesden >> for werewolves lovers
Nov. 6th, 2025 08:49 pmflareonfury posting in dw_community_promo
werewolvesden is a dreamwidth community dedicated to any fandom or media that related to werewolves or other wereanimals or shapeshifters (from folklores to latest show or film). Feel free to post your fanworks, recs, start discussions or feel free to pimp your fandom if you feel like you need to make more people aware of it.This community was inspired by the lovely
vampiremedia ♥ I love vampires but I also love werewolves just as much and there's sooo many fandoms out there that just doesn't get the justice they deserve so I figured why not!
Fanfiction: Within Reach (The Hundred Line, Yugamu/Takumi)
Nov. 6th, 2025 11:24 pmrionaleonhartI can't believe I already have a fic called At Arm's Length. It would be the perfect title for this!
Title: Within Reach
Fandom: The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy
Rating: 14
Pairing: Yugamu/Takumi
Wordcount: 3,300
Summary: As a bonding exercise, Sirei commands Takumi and Yugamu to share a room. Staying in the same room as Yugamu is, unsurprisingly, kind of a nightmare.
Warnings: Yugamu being creepy. Canon-typical mild body horror. Temporary amputation. The problem with writing about Yugamu Omokage is that you end up with bizarre warnings even when you're just trying to write a bedsharing fic.
( Within Reach )
Title: Within Reach
Fandom: The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy
Rating: 14
Pairing: Yugamu/Takumi
Wordcount: 3,300
Summary: As a bonding exercise, Sirei commands Takumi and Yugamu to share a room. Staying in the same room as Yugamu is, unsurprisingly, kind of a nightmare.
Warnings: Yugamu being creepy. Canon-typical mild body horror. Temporary amputation. The problem with writing about Yugamu Omokage is that you end up with bizarre warnings even when you're just trying to write a bedsharing fic.
( Within Reach )
pipped
Nov. 6th, 2025 06:46 pmcosmolinguistI expected my appeal of the decision to deny me disability welfare benefits was rejected.
This money is supposed to be for the extra costs of being disabled -- taxis, a cleaner, assistive tech, whatever you need. It's not supposed to pay your rent and bills but it did for me, for years. I'm grateful it doesn't any more.
What's unexpected is how hard this has hit me. It just...fucking sucks to be dispassionately informed that my needs have not been detected (again).