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You have lain perfectly still, because the slightest motion would dissipate the fragments of your slumber. Now, being irrevocably awake, you peep through the half drawn window curtain, and observe that the glass is ornamented with fanciful devices in frost work, and that each pane presents something like a frozen dream. There will be time enough to trace out the analogy. You may almost distinguish the figures on the clock that has just told the hour. Such a frosty sky, and the snow covered roofs, and the long vista of the frozen street, all white, and the distant water hardened into rock, might make you shiver, even under four blankets and a woolen comforter. Yet look at that one glorious star; its beams are distinguishable from all the rest, and actually cast the shadow of the casement on the bed, with a radiance of deeper hue than moonlight, though not so accurate an outline.

In the depths of every heart, there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and revelry above may cause us to forget their existence, and the buried ones, or prisoners whom they hide. But sometimes, and oftenest at midnight, those dark receptacles are flung wide open. In an hour like this, when the mind has a passive sensibility, but no active strength; when the imagination is a mirror, imparting vividness to all ideas, without the power of selecting or controlling them. There is your earliest sorrow, sadly beautiful.

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Feb. 14th, 2026 12:46 pm
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Turns out Valentine's Day is a big deal in this household. The girls have felt envelopes (made by me a few years ago) which are tied to the backs of their chairs in the dining room for a week before the 14th, and people put cards and small gifts in them, to be opened in the morning of 14th. Plus the girls write cards/notes for the adults in the house and these are put on the dining table ready for the big opening of everything. I received notes from each of the girls, but my daughter also gave me a box of Lego flowers to be assembled - I think there are twelve flowers included. I thought each flower would be in a separate pack, but no. The various pieces are numbered, so each piece which is the same for all the flowers is in one package. For each flower, the instructions tell you how many of each numbered piece you need, so you have to sort through all these packages of numbered pieces to find the particular ones you need for the flower you're working on.

One of the drawbacks of this way of packaging the kits is that once you've cut open one of the packs the pieces could easily fall out. My daughter and I decided that we need to put the pieces in ziplock bags as we open the original packaging, but then she realised that she has a box with two layers of divided spaces which should work for at least some of the packages of pieces, and can be supplemented with ziplock bags.

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Feb. 14th, 2026 07:50 am
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Been a bit since I did one.

Movies: None

Television/Streaming:
  • Finished I'm in Love with the Villainess; as I said in my previous entry about this anime, Rei is a bit problematic with her obsession with Miss Claire. In the "real world," she'd be a stalker. However, this is a fantasy, the main character has been transported into a video game, and at least there's some queer representation here?
  • Got back to Farscape Season 3, and watched both parts of "Self Inflicted Wounds," which is when Moya crashes into the research vessel and only one ship can survive. I will miss Zhaan; sometimes she was a little too self-righteous but overall, I liked that she was a complicated character (like the rest of them).
  • Also got back to Buffy Season 3, and watched "Anne" and "Dead Man's Party." "Anne" is the season opener, following Buffy after her mom told her at the end of the previous season not to bother to come back if she left. I was NOT liking Joyce very much at that time, and her attitude has not improved here, either.

    On the one hand, I do appreciate that Joyce is a complicated character, at least thinking she is doing the best by her daughter (but also failing in that, which is human); also, not always taking responsibility for her own actions does feel quite real to me. However, that doesn't mean I like it! Her blaming Giles in this episode is very obnoxious.

    Overall, though, I thought the premise of the episode was interesting, taking the idea of kids on the streets having to "grow up/old fast" literally.

    "Dead Man's Party" has the zombie motif, but also once again, taking the idea of "what's buried doesn't always stay buried," or shouldn't, I guess. Joyce continues to be Asshat Mother of the Year; how about talking to your kid, Joyce? Giles seems to be the only parental figure Buffy has, and I think on some level Joyce knows is and is kind of chafing at it, but doing all the wrong things to fix it. Willow and Xander are kind of shit in this episode, too; I give them a little more grace as they are also teenagers and big feelings like your friend abandoning you while you're going through stuff, too, are not always easy to navigate.
  • Also watched Bridgerton, Season 4, part one. Also known as the Cinderella rip-off, haha. This season is okay, but I'm honestly more interested in everyone else than our main characters here.
  • Taskmaster, New Zealand; I missed a few seasons on this one but this crew seems fun. Jeremy is still not as great a Taskmaster as Greg (but who can be?) but Paul is awesome; we love Paul.

    Books: Finished The Reformatory by Tananarive Due. This is a tough book, but I think she covered the subject matter well. The Reformatory is a fictional story, based on a real-life boys' reform school in Florida called the Dozier School. Both Black and white children were sent there, but overwhelmingly more Black children. I recall reading about this school after it was finally closed in 2011 (the St. Petersburg Times did a report on it which has been archived here. Be forewarned; it is a harrowing read). Over a hundred years of torture, children buried without markers, runaways shot on sight . . . I'm sure those grounds are haunted. This latter is what Due brings into the story, and Robert, the newest inmate, can see them.

    Listening to: Two more of the Rolling Stone Top 500 Albums List.

    Number 490 is Linda Ronstadt's Heart Like a Wheel. This album was not on the previous (2012) iteration of the list. Rolling Stone blurb:
    Linda Ronstadt completed her transition from California hippie-folk darling to soft-rock queen on her chart-topping fifth album, covering Hank Williams, Buddy Holly, Little Feat, and Kate and Anna McGariggle on the gorgeous title track. Her version of the Betty Everett oldie “You’re No Good” hits a perfect mix of desire and paranoia. Along with being a showcase for Ronstadt’s peerless versatility, Heart Like a Wheel is Seventies pop-rock craft at its sweetest and sturdiest.


    I liked this one. It's very country-influenced, but I don't say that as a criticism. "You're No Good " and "When Will I be Loved" are the two songs I kept coming back to overall.

    Number 489 is Back to Mono (1958-1969); it was at number 65 on the 2012 list. This is a box set of a bunch of Phil Spector-produced songs, especially during the Wall of Sound Era. Rolling Stone blurb:
    When the Righteous Brothers’ Bobby Hatfield first heard “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’,” with partner Bill Medley’s extended solo, he asked, “But what do I do while he’s singing the whole first verse?” Producer Phil Spector replied, “You can go directly to the bank!” Spector built his Wall of Sound out of hand claps, massive overdubs, and orchestras of percussion. This box has hits such as the Ronettes’ “Be My Baby” and the Crystals’ “Da Doo Ron Ron,” which Spector called “little symphonies for the kids.”


    It's about 73 songs, with the 4th disc being an entire Christmas album. Like the blurb says, the Ronettes, The Crystals, The Righteous Brothers, and also solo acts like Darlene Love make up most of the set. A lot of this is very nostalgic for me as this was the music, along with the Beatles and such, that my mom would play. The radio station CBS-FM was the "oldies" station, so I heard a lot of this growing up, and when I was a kid and teenager, I said I hated it because I wanted to maintain what little street cred I had at that time. Ha!

    Playing: Alba: a wildlife adventure. It's a cozy game with a little bit of save-the-local-environment. You play Alba, a young girl who has come to spent the week with her grandparents on the vaguely-Latine island where they live. There's a nature park, which has fallen into disrepair and now the mayor has a deal to build a giant hotel there. You're trying to stop this, while also cataloging animals, as it's something you've always done with your abuelo. The mechanics are a little wonky for photography, so it can be frustrating to navigate, but overall, it's cute.
  • Speak Up Saturday

    Feb. 14th, 2026 03:05 pm
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    Welcome to the weekly roundup post! What are you watching this week? What are you excited about?

    Talking Meme Month - Day 13

    Feb. 13th, 2026 11:14 pm
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    (As per usual, if you have a burning question, you can ask here!)

    A science fact everyone should know and/or that is cool.

    Oh, gosh — the difficulty with being someone with expertise in chemistry is that I never know what people do/don't know, because stuff that I take for granted might be something that everyone does, or it might be something that makes everyone sit up and go, "what the fuck are you talking about?"

    Suppose I can be a little self-indulgent, since it's my journal, and say —

    The history of synthetic dyes is really interesting stuff. We'll settle on that, because it's weird and fun.

    We're (probably) all familiar with the whole thing about how purple is the color of royalty because for centuries, purple/violet dyes were incredibly difficult to come by — think Tyrian purple, which was labor-intensive and required thousands of snails to create.

    As alchemy became chemistry, with chemists moving more toward natural science and away from transmutation, part of the shift in approach was a desire to understand what gives rise to different natural products. How do we make them, what's their structure, etc. Not dyes so much as medicines and other valuable products that can be found in nature but that it might be nicer to be able to synthesize.

    Starting in the early 1800s, we're getting a better grip on the periodic table, etc (though it isn't a table, yet) — we've been able to isolate some of the elements, we're beginning to have better understanding of different reactions, especially organic reactions, and what leads to the products that are desired. There's an interest in understanding how plants like indigo are able to work as dyes — can we isolate what molecule it is that gives rise to those dye colors. A lot of work is done to identify that molecule — one that gets called aniline — though the interest in it is less in using it as a dye (since it's not useful as one) and more in using it as a precursor for other chemicals (like eventually, polyurethane).

    So.

    Fast-forward to 1856. William Henry Perkin is a student at the Royal College of Chemistry. His PI, a guy named August Wilhelm von Hofmann, was an important organic chemist (he coined the term "synthesis" and if you have ever taken organic chemistry you are certainly familiar with his work) who had done a great deal of work on aniline and was hellbent on synthesizing quinine. He had a scheme that he thought would work to create it, and like all great PIs, he shoved it off on one of his students — in this case, Perkin. "Go do this and see if it works" — nice to know that some things never actually change, ha.

    The synthetic scheme itself was unsuccessful — instead of making quinine, Perkin made what we would charitably call "black goop". Trying to clean it out of the flask he'd done the reaction in with alcohol, he was surprised to realize that the liquid was bright purple. Some initial tests showed that it could dye fabric, and so Perkin dropped out of college to patent it, selling it as "mauveine", and kicking off the synthetic dye frenzy. Mauveine was cheap and easy to make — after all, we'd figured out how to make aniline industrially — and so here was a color that had previously been unattainable, suddenly everywhere. People went a bit nuts for it, you had everyone running around wearing mauve, to the extent that different satirical publications wrote about the "mauve measles", and chemists everywhere sat up and went, "If that asshole can do it, I bet I can, too" — the real basis of scientific discovery. (TRULY.)

    The craze for mauveine would eventually die down, as other aniline dyes (as they were called) were discovered, and other colors became available, but mauveine was the first. Despite its drawbacks (it's carcinogenic and prone to fading), it was the first commercially significant synthetic dye, and it really did kick off a huge line of work in organic chemistry.

    It's sort of funny, actually, but the first line of synthetic dyes would also lead (indirectly) to the discovery of sulfa antibiotics. :)

    Star Wars: TCW/R fic

    Feb. 13th, 2026 06:51 pm
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    AO3 Link | Malachor Reset (4003 words) by Merfilly
    Chapters: 1/1
    Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars [2008] - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
    Rating: General Audiences
    Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
    Relationships: Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano
    Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano
    Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Timey Wimey Stuff, Codependency, Ensemble Cast, Kriffing Sith Plans, Minor Character Death, character tagging is on purpose
    Summary:

    Fulcrum has to win, and unwittingly brings Anakin to her side...

    ...which will change everything.



    Malachor Reset

    She had to save Ezra and Kanan. She could not let them die here. That pulsed through her as she focused on getting back to the fight above, shaping the waves of the dark Force all around her. It was not enough that she'd faced the Inquisitors and Maul alike; she had to face him. She could no longer deny just who that was in the suit —

    — and he was her mistake made form, the end result of walking away from the Jedi Order, leaving Anakin Skywalker alone in the death spiral of the Republic.

    Ahsoka Tano, now only called Fulcrum, had the memory of the offer of the beads on her mind as she raced back up to protect the only other Jedi-trained person and his student that she knew of. Kanan wasn't strong enough. Ezra… was young enough to be captured, remade as a new Inquisitor. There was no way she would allow that to happen, as all of the what-ifs of that long gone day fluttered in the fusion of darkness and light.

    Two warriors, trained since childhood and annealed in war, kissed by the Force's own avatars, pulled at the power of the ancient Sith and Jedi who had fought and died here. As Fulcrum rushed back into the fight, her thoughts of her master twined in her drive to save the other pair, the threads of the Force wove their own path through time and space.

    Words, blows, the building energy of the mass shadow generator blended into the desperation of one former padawan and the determination of a man who had nothing but the illusion of power. Twist, parry, retreat, attack — and the dance changed as Fulcrum launched an all but suicidal new attack on the Sith.

    When she landed from the attack that had sliced into his mask, an explosion of the Force itself threw both combatants back… and a new body was in the midst, dropping a set of silka beads to grab for his lightsaber at the sheer reek of the Dark Side, a red lightsaber visible… and his Snips' voice calling his name.

    "YOU!"

    The brief connection between the monster in the armor to the padawan-no-more was broken and despite the labored breathing, despite the damage done, Darth Vader moved to destroy the weak, useless being he'd once been without stopping to think about the repercussions.

    Anakin, despite being caught flat-footed by the Force, was meeting that fury with his own skill fueled by the sheer amount of not wanting to be here, wherever here was…

    … and then a pair of shining white lightsabers were at his side, wielded by a woman that he somehow knew was his Snips. When the black-armored menace fell, the Temple had already sealed itself off, with Kanan and Ezra away from this impossible meeting.

    "I… you?" Anakin asked, feeling something in his head lurch as life left the monstrosity.

    Fulcrum powered down her lightsabers, and then flung herself into his space, once his own was off.

    "Anakin."

    The whirlwind of a life lived, the ache and guilt and honestly deep love for Anakin in this woman his padawan had become left him mentally astonished, but he held onto her.

    "Snips."

    The call of a convor, distant, held meaning for her, and Fulcrum squeezed tight, once, before making herself step back.

    "Don't become him."

    Her eyes were so sad, and Anakin wanted to know why, wanted to deny that he could ever be something that riddled by the Dark Side.

    He didn't get the chance, as the temporary breach of time reverted, placing Anakin on the steps, watching a padawan-no-more leave him behind.

    And in the Sith Temple? A woman closed her eyes while the universe rewrote itself.





    The beads were no longer in his hand, and he collapsed to a knee, his cybernetic hand supporting him to keep him from falling flat on his face.

    The sound drew her attention, and then she was running, Force-fast, and sliding in to further support him. He didn't care, he wasn't going to be stoic, he'd almost lost her, he would lose himself, leave her to become a woman with the weight of the galaxy riding her —

    His arms wrapped around her, and Anakin just breathed, falling back on his rump and dragging her closer, holding on. Ashoka's concern spiraled higher, and he didn't try to hold back the strange — vision? Force experience? — from her. In the close contact, with their training bond intact, she saw/felt/heard it all, and she gasped in … worry? For him? The made him cling tighter. She did love him, was connected as deeply to his soul as his Angel, as he wished his Master was.

    "I lost your beads there."

    She shook her head, trying to burrow into his skin, all of her plans to leave falling to the wayside.

    "I… don't want to be a part of this Order, but I cannot leave you to face that," she murmured.

    "I can't lose you, Snips. I was willing to let you leave, if you just had to, because… everyone should be free to choose. But now? I need you at my side. Please?"

    "Promise me we'll only stay until that monster can't be reality, until I can't be that woman with too much grief in her lekku," she asked, almost demanded, and he squeezed his arms around her.

    "Let's win the war, and then we'll steal the men and run away to fight the real dangers in the Rim?"

    She laughed, weakly. "Not sure your Senator will like that plan, but … as long as after is different, I don't care. Because Barriss wasn't wrong in what she said, just what she did."

    "I agree completely."





    "Ahh, Anakin, my young friend," Palpatine called as Anakin strode into the man's office, following his habits of checking in with the man before going back to the fighting. "I am surprised to hear that the child has opted to return to the war, despite her harrowing trials."

    Anakin scowled, as much for the reminder as because… something in the words felt wrong. Was this a side-effect of whatever had shifted in him when he killed his future self?

    "She's a solid Jedi," Anakin said firmly, "and even more committed to being my padawan, helping to end this war." Like himself, Ahsoka had not been a child in a very long time, though at least in her case, he had felt it was her need to protect others that had pushed her to mature too early. The tangled ties of their newly reinforced bond had revealed many truths between them.

    "Well, she could not hope to have a finer example to look up to," Palpatine told him, and again, the words felt false, possibly layered, and that was putting Anakin on guard. There was definitely something here, something that was not true friendship. He had that now, with Ahsoka, and this felt… tainted.

    "We are leaving today to rejoin our unit. I just wanted to wish you well," Anakin said, rather than mention any of the other pieces of business he might have in the past.

    "Until our next meeting, then, when I do hope you will have time to look over my own ideas, possibly present them to Amidala in a way that stops her from objecting so much?"

    Threat. There was definitely threat in those words, but Anakin hid his awareness of it and nodded once.

    "I'll try to help her see clearly." He strode back out, and once he was out of sight, he sent an encrypted message to Artoo.

    ::Angel needs to join us immediately. Sabé acceptable if can't. En route to our drop ship.::





    Ahsoka had already pre-flighted, and Artoo gave Anakin the affirmation that they would soon have company. The droid checked the ship over — again — and warned Ahsoka when he was turning the anti-spying measures on, moments before Padmé, in nondescript clothing, came aboard. Artoo had learned Togruta specifications, and would take care of her as he did his other organics. That meant telling her if noises in her hearing range would happen.

    "I need you to be very careful, I want you to actually dig into the Chancellor's background, and above all else, do not take any risks for a while," Anakin told his wife in a quiet, intense voice. "I have reason to believe something is wrong.

    "He's tired of fighting your opposition to his suggestions, and I am asking you to tone that down to a more token defense until your staff figures this out."

    Padmé blinked, then opened her mouth, but something in Anakin's eyes was terrifying… in a different way than she was used to.

    "I will do my best," she agreed. She subtly glanced forward to where Ahsoka was, but Anakin dipped down and kissed her deeply despite the girl's presence.

    "No more secrets with her," he murmured. "I think… she's helping me see some truths."

    "Alright, Ani. I should go, so you can get away. The captain himself escorted me, so I will be safe." Gregor Typho was a devoted public servant, and a personal friend to Padmé, after all.

    "Good." He kissed her one more time, reluctantly letting her go, and went to take over the cockpit. Padmé hurried off, understanding why Anakin had wanted to say it in person, and went to get to work.

    Ahsoka smirked Anakin's way from the co-pilot seat, and he gave a wry grin.

    "I like the way she makes you feel in the bond," Ahsoka said, smiling as they left the planet.

    "I knew she and I would be together since I was just a kid."

    "How many ways are you and I alike, Skyguy?"

    Anakin stared at her once he didn't have to pay as much attention to traffic. "What? WHO?!"

    "Unh-uh, not telling because they're not ready for us to be a thing," Ahsoka answered. "Just, when it does happen, you don't get to give us grief."

    "Alright, Snips."

    She frowned when she glanced at the settings once he laid in their hyperspace course. "That's not where the Resolute is," she commented.

    "We're not going to the Resolute." Anakin sent them on their way, and let hyperspace fold around them before he finished. "We're going to go to Master Koon, and I need you to be strong with me for what needs to be done there." He knew the Master had gone straight back to his unit, and would already be settled in by the time they arrived.

    "It… it's not going to be pretty. You might have to see or hear some things that are pretty horrible, because… I can't do this without you." He looked over at her, half-afraid the deep bond had led him astray, that maybe he was asking too much.

    She reached over, lacing her hand in his. "Skyguy, after what you showed me? After all you have done for me? You don't have to worry about it at all. Master Plo might have issues letting me be there to support you, but we'll make it clear it has to be both of us."

    "Yeah," Anakin agreed.





    Plo settled back from removing over a decade's worth of harm from Skywalker's mind, and saw that he'd collapsed with his arms still around Ahsoka, head in her lap, with her face tear-tracked. He would have preferred not to take her into the healing, but as strongly as Anakin's mind had resisted releasing the compulsions, he had to admit that he could not have done it without her.

    She was too young to be caught up in this level of destiny, and he had only barely scratched the surface of making amends for the recent events on Coruscant.

    "You should both rest."

    "We can rest in hyperspace," Ahsoka said, coaxing Anakin into letting go. "I… think our men need us there. In a way that feels like the Force still having opinions."

    Plo sighed, even as Anakin groggily dragged himself to his feet, braced himself, and helped her up from the decking.

    "I'm done ignoring the whispers of the Force," Anakin said. He then inclined his head to Plo. "If you have a secure way to let the Senator of Naboo know about the tampering, please do. I asked her to begin investigating more closely, but… we don't know what traps he has yet to reveal. So caution is needed."

    "I shall see to it. May the Force protect you both as you walk its offered path."

    "And you, Master," Ahsoka said, steadying herself once the blood had returned to her cramped legs.





    When the division of forces happened to take down the Seppies on the satellite, Ahsoka felt a tiny premonition. She was so glad she and Anakin had managed to sleep all of the trip back to the 501st, because this was an all-out offensive.

    "Master Tiplar, I'll join your part of this push," Ahsoka said, managing, barely, to make it sound like a volunteering request instead of the demand it needed to be. Anakin frowned a moment; he was hesitant to have her out of sight, but at the same time…

    … she had said they needed to get back to the men fast.

    "Alright, Snips," he made himself say. "Master, she's got the best track record against Separatist commanders out of all of us," he added ruefully, a slight stretch, but Ahsoka had battled Grievous and Ventress to a stalemate and escaped to tell the tale both times.

    "I will be glad to have the small huntress join me," Tiplar said, making herself smile, having heard of recent events and she was thoroughly disapproving of how callous it had all seemed. They divided the men out, and Ahsoka made herself listen harder to the Force, rather than just rely on her battle skills.

    It was that, her touch on all of their men, with the Force as the backdrop that gave her a moment's warning, a single moment in the breather before they breached the command center, to protect herself. One of her men was not there, and she was turning as Tup strode toward her and Tiplar. Force-guided instincts had her shoto coming up despite her disbelief.

    The blaster bolt was glancing as it deflected partially, and Fives was in motion then, but Ahsoka had pushed too hard for too long and an injury to her lekku was that step too far.





    "…up, little one," was Ahsoka's first awareness that she had made it out.

    "Tup?" she asked, not liking the haggard look in Anakin's eyes, even as she felt the vibrations that said the Resolute was in hyperspace to her.

    "In the brig. We were going to send him to Kamino for evaluation when neither Rex nor I got good answers, but Fives pointed out you turned before Tup moved. And who trusts longnecks?" The bond whispered that Anakin had felt something against that choice for handling Tup. She sent wordless agreement, and made herself sit up, not surprised when he helped her.

    "I need to see him. With you is fine, but I need to figure out what I felt," Ahsoka said, before wrinkling her nose at the bacta bandage around her lek.

    "Kix will probably have words for me, and I know Vasq will, but Coric's on duty and he believes Jedi make their own rules," Anakin told her, setting her clothing on the med-berth and turning his back to give her nominal privacy. He winced at her hiss when she did have to move the injured lek, but waited until she slid off the berth into her waiting boots to turn back. He steadied her, a hand under her elbow, and walked her out of medical with barely a nod from Coric… and a frown, because he did care about the both of them.





    Anakin watched as Ahsoka entered the brig, and Tup lunched towards her, but Ahsoka had Tup in the air and held before Anakin had to intervene.

    "This is not you. This is something else. Come back to us, Tup."

    "Good soldiers — " Tup's face twisted in pain, and Anakin could actually feel his man there, emotional weight dropping on him. Ahsoka felt it too, and set him back on the berth in the brig.

    "Commander?" Tup asked in a scared voice.

    "Go to sleep, Tup." Anakin's voice was the one laden with the Force suggestion, and Tup crumpled into unconsciousness.

    "He wasn't there, then he was, just like at the fight, but in reverse?" Ahsoka reasoned out.

    "We don't know that he wasn't controlled specifically to get to you, since we know he wants you out of my life. We saw, in that vision of mine, what happens if we break apart, and I just cannot lose you, Snips.

    "I don't think anyone since Padmé has put as much faith in me, and been so loyal as to hold guilt for how many ever years that older version of you was harboring. We have to see this to the end, together."

    Ahsoka nodded, walking over to the unconscious man, hand touching his face, moving, seeking any answers.

    "Skyguy, I promise you I will keep myself alive, and I will not leave. But that means we need a medic with Jedi equipment, I think. Because something's wrong here," and she pointed, "but Kix hasn't ever noted it on the med records. I know; I always scan over the men's charts when we go from the fire into the frying pan, to know who might need boosted."

    Anakin smiled, nodding at that. He did the same thing, and he knew Tup's chart had no indication of a lasting brain injury, just a minor note of headaches that were recurrent with no cause found.

    "I'm not on great terms with the healers, so you set that up, okay?"

    "On it."





    Anakin felt a moment of panic as Obi-Wan joined him and Ahsoka at the command center; Ahsoka just moved closer to him, backs of hands touching in the way the men did for reassurance.

    The bond whispered of all the ways that Obi-Wan had been the target of Sith manipulations, and Anakin managed to put his shoulders back down. That let Ahsoka move to give Obi-Wan the better vantage, even as both knew the senior Jedi was studying them.

    "Master Yoda and Master Windu are in agreement that Operation Debug will need to be delayed for the Guard until we are ready for the Senate to lay the accusation," Obi-Wan said, before pointing out the various approaches.

    "There's a technical access here," Anakin said. "That's where the ones going for the Sith need to be, the ones that will engage if and when he shows his true colors."

    "Master Tiin is of a mind to stage as many defensive fighters among the Senatorial pods as we possibly can, using the same allies who mean to present the evidence," Obi-Wan mused. "He also suggested that you be given the choice of where to stage from, with me at your side, as our Battle Meditation meets his approval."

    Anakin hesitated, eyes finding Ahsoka's.

    "I'm going in, yes, but Master Obi-Wan is right. You and I don't usually fight side by side."

    She could feel Obi-Wan weighing that.

    "Anakin, if you have any reservations, we can put the request to Masters Plo and Kit, or Mace and Yoda?" Obi-Wan said. "I know I made many mistakes, and I am very sorry for choices made."

    Anakin's breath rushed out as it all clicked into place against what Plo had found. "No. Your choices… were as badly influenced as mine. And I can find the flow with you, I promise. Snips? You do what you do best, so I don't worry."

    "Got it, Skyguy," Ahsoka assured him, and left Obi-Wan wondering even more at their rapport having grown so deep.

    "Then we'll be at the tech access," Anakin said firmly.





    Obi-Wan was down. The Sith was in front of him, his cybernetic arm wasn't responding, fried by the Force lightning. He could not really tell what else was happening, know who could reach him.

    Obi-Wan was down, and Anakin didn't know if he was going to get back up.

    Fear and anger and memory collided into a whirlwind in his mind, slipping his grip on the Light.

    Almost instantly, the part of him that had anchored in the padawan bond, was wrapped tighter by Ahsoka's awareness.

    ~We are together.~

    The fear faded back, shoved back by his reckless padawan. The anger was refocused, sharp as her teeth for the author of their miseries. The memory — his pain was dampened, gently, by her acceptance of all he was, her willingness to coach him through seeing his mistakes as a path to trying to be better.

    He caught the next lightning strike on his blade, stalking toward the Sith. At the first use of the Choke, he dipped back into the Dark and returned the favor, but let go as soon as Sidious faltered in his attempt. Ever closer, eyes locked on his target, making Sidious pay attention to only him as a threat.

    A blazing red sabers on his blue, too close now for the lightning to be effective, and Anakin leaned hard into Ahsoka's shield of loyalty and faith, keeping Sidious contained, giving more time for Senators to be evacuated, longer for the Guard to shake off the effect of the chip-killing signal and see what was happening, to act for the Republic.

    His defense faltered under a battery of blows and he was falling back, that red saber darting in right behind to take advantage —

    — and Sidious was pulled back by his robe, off-balance as Ahsoka, concentrating fully on the fight, attacked with telekinesis rather than jump in recklessly. Before Sidious could recover, Obi-Wan was at Anakin's side again, limping, but ready.

    "Shall we?" Obi-Wan enjoined, a devilish grin in place, and Anakin answered it in full, before they rushed the Sith, one goal in mind.





    Anakin stood on the steps of the Temple, Ahsoka at his side. Behind them, they could hear Obi-Wan calling out to them.

    "This feels familiar," Ahsoka said, testing the fit of her new robes, trying to decide how to make them work for her or if she would bother except on this planet.

    "Yeah, but maybe we shouldn't make him chase us, when he probably hasn't rested that leg much," Anakin replied, confident in who they were and a future in motion as the Jedi Order evolved.

    As one, with perfect synchronization, they turned to see Obi-Wan.

    "You know I could hear you both," Obi-Wan said dryly. "And I have been resting. Someone's Captain sicced my Commander on me.

    "I wished to greet you both, Knight Tano and Master Skywalker, officially."

    Ahsoka rolled her eyes, but it was with a grin. Anakin actually ducked his head and gave the shyer smile he used.

    "I couldn't let them elevate me, and not highlight what she did to make it possible," Anakin said, "but thank you, Master."

    "I just played a trick on him," Ahsoka said, but she was proud of having helped end a Sith, permanently.

    "And protected my mind," Anakin insisted.

    "Couldn't let him win even if you beat him, Skyguy."

    "What now for the two of you?" Obi-Wan asked.

    "Sith hunting," they said in unison, before laughing brightly.

    "We're doing the same with her that you did with me. Making a rapid response company out of her mean, until either they get big enough to split off, or we find and end the threat of Dooku and his minions," Anakin continued.

    Obi-Wan nodded, then sobered up. "I am relieved you both chose the Order. It needs strong Jedi, willing to find a new way."

    "That's sort of what we decided, and the men need us anyway," Ahsoka agreed. "Force be with you, Master. We need to go be diplomatic in the Senate."

    "May the Force continue to be with you both."

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    Feb. 13th, 2026 12:44 pm
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    I've woken up just before 4:30 am (and once well before that time) for the last several days, so I decided I might as well set my alarm for 4:30 am and get to bed slightly earlier. I feel like I'm just getting a jump on changing to daylight saving in a few weeks. (Far too soon in my opinion.)

    The girls are home from school today, so because it's also a holiday on Monday they're having a four-day weekend. This morning Violet came up with a scheme for cleaning my room in exchange for screen time - various levels of cleaning from "normal" to "extra special" so "personalised", with payment ranging from 1 minute to 15 minutes of screen time. Then she gave me a free demonstration of her basic services, basically just vacuuming the carpet and sweeping the rest of the floor. I'm not sure how much extra she could do for the extra special level of cleaning.

    The weather has finally turned to slightly above freezing temperatures - it should be in the 30s and even into the 40s this coming week. (About 1 to 6C.)

    Friday open thread: rewatching

    Feb. 13th, 2026 04:27 pm
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    It's cold, it's rainy, and a flock of wood pigeons has descended on the back garden. Let's do this week's open thread.

    Today's open thread concept came to me when I was thinking about how frequently I reread books (there are certain books within my line of sight right now that I'm pretty sure I have probably reread several hundred times), and how rarely in comparison I rewatch films or TV shows. I definitely rewatched stuff a lot more when I was a teenager — this was the 1990s, when video rental shops were still a thing, and my friends and I used to have sleepovers almost every weekend, where we'd borrow three or four movies and fall asleep in someone's living room while watching them. We had a rotating series of favourites that we'd watch again and again — the first Matrix film and The Fifth Element were firm favourites, as were a bunch of the classic 1990s slasher films, plus the usual suspects among 1990s teen romantic comedies, The Craft, etc. My sister and I also used to rent and watch the same films over and over again.

    But other than a couple of Buffy and Angel rewatches at various points in the past twenty years, and Matthias and I occasionally rewatching previously viewed films as part of our New Year's Eve themed movie nights (e.g. all three LotR films), rewatching is definitely less common for me than rereading. I assume this is because it's much more of a timesuck — in general I read much more quickly than I can watch a film or a TV show, and I have more control over how much I read in a single sitting, whereas viewing is dictated by the lenghth of the film or the TV episode.

    What about you? Do you return to longform audiovisual media for repeat viewings? Has this changed over time? Is this different to your approach to rereading books?

    Talking Meme Month - Day 12

    Feb. 12th, 2026 09:37 pm
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    (you know the drill, etc, etc. You can ask here! I will probably answer!)

    Talk about fiber arts!

    I'm skipping day 11 for now, since it turns out I have quite a lot to say :x but! We'll get to it later in the month, I promise.

    Fiber arts!

    My grandma was a quilter and did a lot of hand-sewing projects; my mom is also a quilter who does hand-sewing stuff.

    My grandma taught me how to embroider, and from her and my mom I learned how to sew, which led to things like quilting and costuming as well as basic hand-sewing for clothing repair and alterations. (If you need a pair of pants hemmed, I'm here for you. :) )

    In college, I learned how to knit, though as it turns out I'm absolutely terrible at it — tension is good and I don't drop stitches, but I'm just. Seemingly incapable of enjoying the process? Which is funny, really, because I also crochet, and I'm quite good at it and enjoy it a lot.

    Not that I've crocheted anything noteworthy in the last couple of years, but, er.

    I picked up cross-stitch during lockdowns because it was easy and didn't take a lot of brain. I've since gotten pretty good at it (the one in the background is also one I did).

    The next cross-stitch thing I'm planning to do is this one. :)

    I have some vague crochet plans for finishing an afghan I started literally years ago, but, well, we'll see?

    10trueloves: mask

    Feb. 12th, 2026 06:02 pm
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    AO3 Link | The Morning After (300 words) by Merfilly
    Chapters: 1/1
    Fandom: Birds of Prey
    Rating: General Audiences
    Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
    Relationships: Barbara Gordon/Dinah Lance
    Characters: Dinah Lance, Barbara Gordon
    Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, +Modern Age (1986-Present), Post-Crisis, [Birds of Prey Vol. 1 - 1999-2009]
    Summary:

    It's the morning after, and doubt hits.



    The Morning After

    Dinah reached across the bed to find it empty. The transfer assist was already stowed, and the bed was cold. She sighed softly to herself, knowing she could not actually complain. Just because they had chosen to go to bed together, to take another step in their partnership didn't mean the demands on Oracle were any less.

    She got up, carefully stowing her costume into the duffel bag, then slipped into her gym clothes, with a shirt that said "Certified Wildcat" on it. She wondered if that particular honorary uncle would be up in New York or working on the new gym he was opening down here today.

    It would be easier to spend the morning after punching things, after all. Dinah just wasn't ready to decide if this was serious, if she was strong enough to share a hero's life again.

    "You really are a piece of work, Junior. Should've thought of that before you seduced her last night," she muttered to herself.

    Once she had her tennis shoes tied, she grabbed the bag and headed out of the bedroom, listening to the tap of keys as she got closer to Oracle's workspace. Really, what the hell had she been thinking? Barbara was closer to Roy in age, she was always handling some fire or other, and … Dinah didn't live a peaceful life.

    "Give me five to get some vital connections made for Mr. Terrific, and we can grab breakfast," Barbara called over her shoulder, not really looking at the woman that had almost convinced herself this was a mistake.

    Almost.

    The offer of such a domestic moment after what they had shared hit Dinah in the pit of her stomach, before she grabbed her courage.

    "I'll go see what's appetizing," Dinah said, putting the bag down to stay.

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    Feb. 12th, 2026 08:58 pm
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    Time for a lil post before the (hopeful) trip tomorrow.

    So in a recent post I mentioned I was gonna try the demo of the new Star Trek Voyager game. The demo covered the first ‘mission’ of the game. It covers the basic events of Caretaker and gameplay is split into 4 parts.

    1: Flying Voyager around star systems, scan planets/asteroids/ships, travelling to them and doing little missions to get materials (so far there’s things for power, building and science)
    2: Ship management, which is all about building and managing various rooms in the ship. So you’re building crew quarters, workshops stuff like that (or unlocking them)
    3: Missions on planets, where you sent away teams down and use their skills in events. (Ie Tuvok security skills, Torres’ resourcefulness)
    4: Combat, which only was done briefly.

    So far it’s pretty good! The graphics of the ship (and Deep Space Nine at the start) look great and some koh the art looks nice. The character models aren’t the best, but I didn’t expect them to be. The demo has definitely made me consider picking it up more, cause I did like what I played. It makes me curious if it’ll be following along the series or if it’ll have its own things too. Cause obviously it had to start with Caretaker but who knows if it’ll go off in other tangents, I might have to read up some more on it. It has 10% off as a launch discount so I am tempted.

    Anyway!

    I also finally built the Lego set I picked up when I saw Anaconda. It was Boba Fett’s Throne Room, which is meant to be from The Book Of Boba Fett (but is more from the post credits of a Mandalorian ep). Honestly I picked it up cause it was discounted (and is now discontinued so I never expected to see it) plus it had Feenec Shand and I didn’t have a figure of her. (Plus I love the Jabba’s Palace location and haven’t had a set since the original which wasn’t great.

    The set is three parts, a lil alcove with seating, an entranceway (with the doorkeeper eyestalk) and the central area with the throne. It all looks pretty nice and the figure selection is really good, since it has a selection of aliens which is nice. The features ar mostly good, though it’s baffling the tower above the entrance doesn’t have a floor (it has a hole instead) and the door doesn’t have a mechanism to hold it up. I am glad I picked it up. It’s next to the Creel house now.

    I also finally finished Halloween Party yay! It’s funny to me that before the story starts there’s a foreword by someone who worked on A Haunting In Venice, mentioning that the ‘adaption’ isn’t actually one. It’s an odd thing to include but yeah. Bar character names they don’t feel the same story at all. (I still love A Haunting In Venice it’s well done and creepy but it’s very much its own thing).

    Overall I thought it was pretty good. It’s not my fav of the ones I’ve read (but does look the best) and I do love that it has Ariadne Oliver, she’s always fun when she appears. I’m not sure I have much in the way of actual thoughts on it. (Though I did note the use of the word lesbian, comments on technology making mistakes and Poirot thinking on a man being beautiful.)

    I had intended on switching to Hawkins Horrors, which I picked up when ordering something for mum but didn’t start at the time but….

    Today mums friend came so predictably I had to go to town. I could have paid the money in tomorrow but I decided it’s best to sort it today. I’m glad I did cause I had some finds. I found a bat plush that had Dustin’s cap so I had to get it (plus it was discounted when I paid for it too!), a Lego Minecraft magazine, the Minecraft Movie (it was discounted and I rememeber it being fun and silly) and Heated Rivalry! I was so surprised to see the book in Asda and I picked it up instantly, even though it had no price. I read the prologue on the bus back and ohh boy.👀

    Alas though, still no sign of Stranger things stickers (well the hell are they?) but I did get an envelope I needed to send something back (the Xbox memory card which messed up around christmas) so hopefully I can send that tomorrow.

    Tomorrow should be the cinema trip (weather allowing, but it’s been ok so far). The plan is to go and see Whistle, then Send Help, then post package (and find the store that’s doing record store day). That’s the hope anyway.

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    Feb. 12th, 2026 04:29 pm
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    Suddenly I'm liking this chromebook a whole lot more. Yesterday when I tried the usual gmail method of "add another account" it wouldn't take me to the second account even though when I tried to add it again I got the message that that account already existed on this computer. However, just now I went back to my gmail account and found that my daughter's account had miraculously been added while my back was turned. So now this can function as my travel computer because I will be able to do my daughter's work stuff from it.

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    Feb. 12th, 2026 03:18 pm
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     GOOD:

    It’s “Friday Eve”!

    Students have a 4-day weekend/Workers only have in service tomorrow plus 3 days off. 

    I’ve had 2 “warm up” days at the high school.   It’s all good.  

    We got out for a real outside walk yesterday and the sun was out! ☀️ 

    clean bathrooms 

    free samples at the bakery

    It’s mani-pedi day!


    MEDIUM:

    rain coming, but ok for today.

    low on free time, but better than the alternative.

    There are a couple of adoption conventions I’d love to go to, but they don’t sync up with my spring break.

    BAD:

    The current US administration and how reading news about it makes me sick.🤢 

    sadly, a friend of mine for over 40 years said something shitty (via text) re the Bad Bunny Super Bowl show. She thought it was offensive. She never even watched it. She lives alone and in a vacuum. She loves Trump for some unknown reason which probably isn’t logical but get this…My friend was born Canadian!  she was adopted by Americans who had her citizenship changed as a baby!  she has birth family in Canada!  I reminded her that by trade, I’m a Spanish teacher which means culture is part of what I educate about. That shut her down. I watched the Halftime show on YouTube since I didn’t get to see all of it on last Sunday due to eating dinner and socialising. It was no more or less offensive IMO than any other halftime show over the years. It’s Latino music and lyrics. It is what it is. Spicy yes. Offensive no. 


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    Feb. 12th, 2026 03:31 pm
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    I'm using my new chromebook, which I don't love as much as I expected to. The main drawback is that it won't let me link to my daughter's work email and drive through my own gmail as I've been doing for years on various other computers; I have to sign in as a separate user, and to do that I have to sign out of my own account. I'm trying to think of ways to get around this but so far with no success.

    I actually left the house this morning; I walked to the supermarket to buy Valentine's cards for the girls. The route was slightly icy in some spots and there were a couple of places where I had to scramble over a pile of old snow to get to the cleared footpath. The worst section was the section from the main road up to the supermarket, maybe a hundred metres or so. There is a footpath along that section but it had not been cleared, so I had to walk on the side of the road. This town seriously doesn't care about pedestrians. Really, why couldn't they have cleared the one part of the footpath where people are most likely to be wanting to walk? (Never mind that the majority of the roads don't even have footpaths.)

    The Friday Five for 13 February 2026

    Feb. 12th, 2026 01:32 pm
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    1. Who was your first kiss?

    2. Who is the last person you kissed?

    3. What is the story of your most romantic kiss?

    4. What is the story of your worst kiss?

    5. Who do you want to kiss right now?

    Copy and paste to your own journal, then reply to this post with a link to your answers. If your journal is private or friends-only, you can post your full answers in the comments below.

    If you'd like to suggest questions for a future Friday Five, then do so on DreamWidth or LiveJournal. Old sets that were used have been deleted, so we encourage you to suggest some more!

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    Feb. 12th, 2026 05:06 pm
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    As of today, and since this weekend, I am caught up on two whole currently airing shows -- 9-1-1 and The Pitt -- and I can't begin to describe what a big deal this is to me. I don't think this has happened at all in the past decade, possibly since 2013. I've always had this... wall keeping me from watching things as they aired, like I was scared of what would happen and wanted spoilers first, but then I wouldn't go back and watch anyway? See: Stranger Things, of which the last episode I saw was 4.07.

    The thing is, I would always choose things that I knew wouldn't make feel any feelings at all. I've watched so many Blood on the Clocktower streams. I still do, because it's fun! But the fact that I was able to catch up on 9-1-1 specifically is like, wow, did I make a new neural pathway? Am I really capable of overcoming the restrictions my brain saddles me with? Holy shit.

    Anyway, they've both been fun. Hopefully they continue to be fun, and I can ignore spec nonsense on tumblr before it ruins my enjoyment.

    Nova by Samuel R. Delany (1968)

    Feb. 12th, 2026 10:10 am
    pauraque: butterfly trailing a rainbow through the sky from the Reading Rainbow TV show opening (butterfly in the sky)
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    In the 32nd century, Captain Lorq Von Ray assembles a ragtag crew for a dangerous—some would say crazy—mission to harvest the superheavy element illyrion from a dying star. If they succeed, it would threaten tech megacorp Red-Shift's economic stranglehold on interstellar travel, inaugurating a new era of opportunity for struggling outer colonies. But Captain Von Ray's motives aren't just political, they're also personal, as flashbacks reveal his long history with the psychologically twisted brother-and-sister heirs to the Red-Shift fortune.

    I really enjoyed this. The space opera plot is an effective backdrop for some nicely nuanced character work and social commentary. Money and class are still driving forces in this future, and people are shaped by that as much as they are by advancing technology and the cultural changes that have come with it. Besides the Captain and the Reds, the other focal characters are two crew members from Earth, one an emotionally guarded Romani kid who's gone against his people's prohibition on cybernetic implants to access job opportunities in space, and the other a socially awkward Harvard grad who has tens of thousands of notes for a novel (an ancient, dead art form) but hasn't yet written a single page. I love the development of their tentative friendship; it feels very honest about how hard it is to relate across cultural divides, and also very affectionate towards both characters. It's like the author is rooting for them even though he can't truthfully make it easy.

    The worldbuilding really worked for me. There are enough surprising details and curious asides to make the galaxy feel lived-in and realistically messy, but not so many that it feels scattered. Delany has a very visual prose style and can convey exactly what he sees in his mind's eye, whether it's the unfurling sail of a glittering space yacht or the uneasy twitch of a character's cheek, and that adds to the vivid atmosphere.

    I also appreciated the subtle exploration of disability in the context of a society where many things can be medically "fixed" that can't be in our own world. The author knows that this in itself would not "fix" people's attitudes about their own embodiment and others', and that elimination of bodily differences is not a utopian impulse. Characters are allowed to have complex feelings about their physical abilities—the ones they're born with, the ones they've lost, and the ones they've gained through technology—and aren't required to fully explain themselves just because other people want to know.

    Criticisms? I think the book has too many characters; some of the less foregrounded crew members don't get much attention and it might have been better to drop a couple so we could spend more time with the rest. The role of female characters is particularly limited, and when they do appear, sometimes their boobs are mentioned for no reason. (I am of course aware that Delany is gay. Perhaps he was subconsciously influenced by what he was reading from other writers at the time.) Other than that, this was a good read.

    Content note: A character's pet is harmed, but recovers.

    multifandom icons.

    Feb. 12th, 2026 11:41 am
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    Fandoms: Bad Behaviour, Heated Rivalry, Legend of the Seeker, Maxton Hall, Nancy Drew, One Trillion Dollars, Saved by the Bell, Shadow & Bone, Stranger Things, The Expanse, The Wheel of Time, Twinkling Watermelon, Warrior Nun, We Were Liars, What It Feels Like for a Girl, Y Golau

      
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    Made for [community profile] halfamoon Day 11 - The Explorer. As soon as I saw the prompt I had to do my favorite female explorers - Sydney Fox (Relic Hunter), Lara Croft (Tomb Raider), and Nell Jackson (Renegade Nell). Sydney and Lara could also represent Day 9 - The Scholar and Nell could represent Day 5 - The Outlaw.

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    Relic Hunter, Tomb Raider, Renegade Nell.....