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All I did today was fail at the things I wanted to do so let's just do the fannish 50 recs. I did finish a story and I will bbl to share it because it's on my flash in another room and I will get up later to get it.

Oh one other thing, I want to use my 3 day weekend to catch up on like months of comments I owe. I have not been a great friend.

Title: Love Potion.

Summary: Angel’s on the job and to his shock a tremendously drunk and depressed Husk is in the audience. Worse, someone has one of Velvette’s love potions and Angel will be damned harder if he’s going to let some fool use that on his friend.

Rating: teen

Notes:Written for sarajayechan in three sentence ficathon for the prompt Hazbin Hotel, Angel/Husk, he knows what date rape drugs look like and he'll be damned if he lets some rando drug a depressed Husk
Also written for Huskerdust week 2026 for the prompt of inhibition/exhibition as well as for the allbingo prompt of ethical sluts and spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge. The six words are Alluring, Trashy, Adhesive, Vague, Caterwaul & Uncle

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A Collared Dog The Owl House

I May Be A Loser, But He Likes Me That Way Hazbin Hotel

Wet And Cold Torchwood

Feeling Down FAKE

Happy St Valentine's Day, Bodie
The Professionals

Undefined Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes

Not Letting Go Torchwood

beyond the borders. Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes

Blood Ties Hazbin Hotel

The Star of the Show. Starsky & Hutch

Intruder Alert Stargate SG-1

Wouldn't, Couldn't, Hadn't (Dulce) Hazbin Hotel

14 Days of Valentine's Day Hazbin Hotel

A New Life The Owl House

Zewu-jun’s secret vacation
陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Modao Zushi - Moxiang Tongxiu & Related Fandoms

Toxic Bliss Hazbin Hotel

we're going up (we'll never be denied) Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes

To Be Known Merlin

Feeling Their Age Torchwood

perhaps not so incurable Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes

Eternity (Paz) Hazbin Hotel

untitled Hazbin Hotel

Through The Decades (Hola)

untitled Hazbin Hotel

Current Mood: disappointed
Current Music: Death in Paradise

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https://xkcd.com/3207/

'The zero line in WMM2025 passes through a lot of population centers; I wonder what year the largest share of the population lived in a zone of less than 5° of declination,' he thought, derailing all other tasks for the rest of the day.

https://xkcd.com/3207/

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Title: Looking for Smoke
Author: K.A. Cobell
Narrators: Shaun Taylor-Corbett, Katie Anvil Rich, Jordan Waunch, Julie Lumsden
Genre: Crime thriller, murder mystery, fiction

Earlier this week I finished another commute audiobook, Looking for Smoke by K.A. Cobell. This is a crime thriller/murder mystery that takes place on the Blackfeet Indian Reservation. When a teenage girl is found strangled at the Indian Days summer powwow, four of her classmates become the prime suspects in her murder.

I would say this is a solid entry in the murder mystery genre. The book alternates perspectives between the four classmates, which allows the author to do some fun things keeping the reader on the hook. One character will make a big discovery only for the POV to pop over to another who doesn't have that information, so Cobell can keep information from the reader without it feeling too forced. The audiobook has a separate narrator for each POV, which was also fun (although I didn't care for Eli's reader) and if you're prone to picking up and putting down your audiobook in the middle of a chapter, this helps you keep track of whose POV you're in.

Cobell uses the format of the crime thriller, like Marcie Rendon in Where They Last Saw Her, to draw attention to the crisis of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women (MMIW), but the book still feels like a novel its own right; it never feels like just a tool for explaining the MMIW issue. And it's an important issue that deserves a lot more attention. The statistics on violence against Native American women are shocking--even if you think they're bad, they're probably worse than you're imagining--and specific stats get highlighted in the text and in the author's note at the end. In this way, I think the book has enormous social value. Cobell uses her characters to personalize the problem and show the comorbid impacts of poverty and drug use on the reservation.

Outside of its interest in the MMIW crisis, I don't think the book does much that's particularly groundbreaking. The teens band together to try to solve the mystery and absolve themselves, as you'd expect. At various times they suspect each other, family members, law enforcement. Cobell keeps you on the hook while offering reasonable suspicion for a number of characters. She avoids my least favorite move in the murder mystery genre, which is pinning it on some rando at the last minute.

The ending is pretty explosive and I enjoy some of the things she does with perspective here as well. We the readers know what the killer thinks of their crimes because the text tells us. But the other characters never hear that explanation except third hand, and many of them simply don't believe it. And that feels real--they end the story with their own version of the truth and there's simply no space for that to be corrected (and why would they believe the word of a killer anyway?) The killer feels a little one-dimensional, but the motives make sense, if they're unsurprising. The motivations behind most violent crimes are pretty repetitive.

The prose is fine. We're reading from the perspective of teenagers, so expect a lot of melodramatic metaphors and jumping to conclusions based on minimal evidence.

Overall, this book tells an important story. It was entertaining as a narrative and sheds light on a community that deserves a lot more attention.

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Well, I survived the hospital and then I went to the orthopedic floor of a rehabilitation hospital. It was a way shorter stay than I anticipated but it was "three hours" of PT or OT a day, except on your designated rest day. Three hours in quotes because, of course, there's stuff like just getting one's shoes on (because my aides weren't certified to assist me) and filling people in on history and more... but it was still a lot. So I arrived on a Wednesday night and it's a "soft landing", except of course it was a lot of people and they still didn't communicate everything I had to know, and then it was Thursday and Friday and Saturday was the off day - that one of the CNAs was going to come and help me shower, except they moved her somewhere else that day. SO frustrating; she was the only one I trusted to make sure the incisions stayed dry and so on. So that didn't happen. Then it was Sunday through Saturday, and Sunday again and they were discharging me on the 9th. Which I fought tooth and nail because, even in the short time that I'd been there I'd learned SO much.... and they were like, "this is supposed to be like a boot camp jump start" and I'm like "but you all are showing me how much ELSE is wrong with my body AND how to use it" and they're like buh bye. I have to admit it was fun to say to doctor and case manager, "Hey, I spoke to insurance and they said that, as long as I'm making progress, I can stay for a month as far as they are concerned." They looked at each other like, "Ugh, our main argument just got pulled out from under us."

The medical care there really kinda sucked. My designated doctor (a physiatrist) clearly didn't really want to know how I was doing; she was checking boxes. I refrained from saying to her, "You know, Doctor, calling your patient "dear" because you can't remember their name really isn't a good look." Then there was this internist who kept rounding on me even though he, technically, wasn't having anything to do with my care - but hey, it's another patient he can bill for.... and he nearly f'ed me up when he asked for 3 more iron infusions on top of the 5 I'd already agreed to with the hematologist. I thought I'd lost track of days when they did the sixth, and then I realized no that's more than I agreed to so I had them de-access the port.... then the next day the nurse said we have to access your port again, and I said why and she said because it's supposed to be 8 infusions. To which I said hell no I felt like pure unmitigated garbage this morning, and I wasn't consulted, and my anemia is not an iron deficiency anemia so no.

And then there was the hematologist. Who happened to be the hematologist I famously fired last Spring after I saw him following my discharge from my hospital stay because it was clear he was lazy as hell and wasn't going to advocate the way I needed him to in order to keep me safe for all my procedures.... and then stumbled into Dr. Hematology's practice - and he happens to be one of the most respected hematologists in the area. Which stood me in good stead with Dr. Fired (who warmly greeted me and I warmly greeted him back and neither of us talked about the fact that I'd fired him)... except of course Dr. Fired reminded me not to "break the system", saying that - in his office, or Dr. Hematology in his office, could do almost anything but here there was a way they did things.... and I definitely broke the system because Dr. Hematology had a note on my record to transfuse if I went under 10 (they don't do it unless you're at 7 or below) and I hit 8.4 and sent a note to him and Dr. Fired saying "PLEASE can we....because I'm trying to heal from major surgery here..." and then the internist (Dr. Slimy, for REASONS) was like "Oh the blood bank can deny it because you're now at 9.1" and making me feel like a princess for even asking. So yeah. The medical care there lacked something. A lot of somethings.

The food tasted better than the Big Hospital. Though it took them a while to finally figure out that it's a latex CONTACT allergy and avocados and more are not an issue, and that it's PISTACHIO, not tree nuts, and no, I do NOT have a gluten allergy. I was served one meal that was ONE three ounce piece of overcooked cod. No veggies. No sauce. Not even lemon juice. Plus two desserts, and a glass of cranberry juice. Took a picture of that one to show the dietician and she was like "Um that shouldn't have happened..." Initially the caloric intake was WAY too low. Noted that I'm supposed to eat 100 grams of protein a day and she wrote that I could get double protein for every meal - though it didn't always turn up that way.

But yeah, PT and OT showed me a) how deconditioned I am and b) how past injuries that were never looked at and/or never properly treated mean that replacing the hip gives me new mobility in the hip but I'm still super limited in so many other ways. That's really frustrating. Hoping to find a doctor I can talk some of this through with so that we can give me full mobility and not just the hip. Oh, and I learned my rollator is about three inches too tall for me. I've now ordered a new one that can be set lower. Here's hoping that improves my gait.

I have zero idea why I have to be off work for so long - though it is, ostensibly, going to be a bunch of PT and possibly OT. And I alternate between having zero interest in rushing back and thinking of all the notes I am SO behind on sending.

Damn the torpedos; full speed ahead?

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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."

twistedchick

Apparently, after I stopped watching 'Primeval' because they'd killed off or lost all the original players, they brought it back for two more seasons, in the process finding two characters lost in the Cretacious Era. So now I'm watching entirely new-to-me episodes, and thinking how much more AU my AU series of stories is now with all this additional context.

cosmolinguist

I'm going to Huddersfield for work on Monday, Wrexham on Wednesday, and at the very end of today I had a call where I ended up agreeing to go to "somewhere near Walsall" on Friday next week (I'm still awaiting the promised email with more specific details than that!).

(For non-locals, these are all 2ish hours away, or less, but one of these in a week would usually be a big deal and leave me really tired the next day and etc.)

They're all trips I really want to make, all for unrelated things that just happen to have turned up at the same time. I'll be fine. But oof!

Tomorrow I'm helping a fellow Queer Club member move heavy furniture to his new place, while V has an unpleasant hospital appointment testing for something potentially serious. Sunday D and I will once again be doing tip runs for V's relative who's clearing out his mum's house...

Everything is... a bit intense at the moment.

I do have almost all of the next week off work (except for a trip to Chester lol, which I actually really want to do). Really looking forward to that.

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Fanart Friday ahoy :D

Absolute Wonder Woman
absolute wonder woman by asianfisherman @ bluesky. Our favorite lady and her favorite Pegasus. LOVE the profile of Diana here, the tousled hair, the palette. Perfection.

Absolute Wonder Woman by ohvalkyrie @ bluesky. Unusually angled profile, lovely coloring.

A3 commission by getcampbell @ bluesky. Moody black and white ink drawing.

Really loving Absolute Wonder Woman right now by camartstuff @ bluesky. Full bodied hairporn goddess.

horse girls by crowwkui @ bsky. Diana and Kara, super cute!

Princesses of the Underworld by dylanmacri @ bsky. Hades crossover, very adorable, much muscle.

I still don't know how to spot if certain bsky posts are locked when you don't have an account... sorry if some don't load for you.

Current Music: Sigrid - Basic

princessofgeeks

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twistedchick

Sweetie is home from the vet, with medicine to rub on her ear (for absorption) and pills (good luck to us on that) and a shot from the vet to help things move through her better. They took blood tests also but we'll find out about them Monday.

She is sniffing at food, and walking around outside of her hiding place, so I think she's feeling a little better. Steve said she purred for them, which is very good.

dolorosa_12

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?

naye

My second Festivid was the same kind of immensely fun experience as the first one! Not only did I really enjoy my assignment, but I watched (and loved!) some new movies, and ended up creating a whole four treats for fellow Festividders. That kind of creativity is pure dopamine!

My vids this year span the spectrum of F/F love and grief, action ladies, Zhu Yilong in blue hair (+ aliens??), intergenerational bonding over BL manga and fanworks, and one of my favorite shows of the past couple of years: the utterly engrossing Korean cooking competition Culinary Class Wars.

The shortest vid I made is 1:30, and the longest is 4:27 (my longest vid ever!). I used sources from China, Japan and South Korea, and music by artists from Denmark, Iceland, Japan and South Korea. (And in the process I learned how to upload two sets of subtitles to YouTube - the lyrics both translated into English, and in the original language.)

A quick list of the fandoms & ratings:

유령 | Phantom (2023) - 2x F/F
负负得正 | Land of Broken Hearts (2024) - M/F
メタモルフォーゼの縁側 | BL Metamorphosis (2021) - Gen
흑백요리사: 요리 계급 전쟁 | Culinary Class Wars (TV) - Gen

All vids are available on YouTube, Proton Drive, and MEGA!

( Details for all five vids on AO3 )

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The last Spring orders went out at the beginning of the month and only a few things haven't arrived. All the seeds except 2 that haven't arrived(Ashitaka and Lovage) are being stratified. Hopniss and Oca are planted. Just waiting on the Yacon. I also talked myself into a fruit I'd told myself I didn't have room for but decided to try it in a 25 gallon container; 'Snowbank Blackberry'. Hopefully, it won't be as vigorous as regular Blackberries and the White color will let the birds leave me some;>!
This yr I've decided to go full Lunar Gardening so I won't be starting the 1st batch of seeds indoors until after the New Moon. I've always sort of done a VERY superficial version but decided to go for the whole thing. However, I won't be doing Biodynamic. Not because I'm squeamish but I don't have a good source of animal viscera and parts. Not to mention access to lactating cow manure being fed particular diets. Probably not current practice. These books were OLD and the methods were dictated by Rudolph Steiner himself.
I'll keep everyone notified of progress;>!
Cheers,
Pat

Current Mood: awake
Current Location: Lenoir City(Nevermore;>!)
Current Music: Andrews Sisters Radio

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goodbyebird

+ So.

Night one of trying to go straight to bed: slice my finger open on my razor in the cabinet as I reach for my toothbrush. Spend 25 minutes applying tissue paper waiting for the bleeding to stop before sullenly getting dressed and going to find a bandaid.

Night two, as I'm clearing supper away, a cheerful announcement in the mess hall: we have an extra GB of Internet each! ...That we have to use before midnight and it rolls over to the next week. Well. I can't let that go to waste but hey, I just bought a bunch of comics, they'll eat that GB for breakfast.
iPad: What is this wifi you speak of? Haven't heard of it, I'm not connecting to that.
Me: *beleaguered sigh* I can't not use it. *goes on YouTube and stays up way too late*

+ Anyways. I comfort bought a bunch of comics? Because the pre-order code for the Mitski tickets did in fact not arrive and so no concert for me *sullenly kicks rocks*. It looks like I could have paired it with the Gentleman Jack ballet, and I think the Marie Antoinette exhibit is still on at the VA? Was starting to slowly form a plan and now it ain't happening.

Comics though!
- pre-ordered vol2 of Absolute Wonder Woman, it was 50% off and that seems so silly to me.
- Vol 5 & 6 of Poison Ivy. The joy of realizing I was that far behind :DDD I'm two thirds through vol5 and it may be my favorite?
- Voyager: Way Home 5 issue mini concluded, I picked those up. omnomnom more Janeway.
- Nice House by the Sea vol1 for my creepy lil alien guy making poor decisions about his blorbos.
- Daredevil & Echo mini bc sale and pretty art.
- Defenders: Beyond bc it looked like a fun romp (I should re-read Saladin's Exiles tbh)
- Kaya vol1. Been wanting to for a while due to the art I've seen, and once again: sale.

+ Things I'd like to do when I'm home:
Post that Top 10 prematurely cancelled series list I wanted to do for Snowflake.
Festivids recs.
Get

intw_amc rolling.
Last masterpost from forsquares.
Play Dune Awakening, they've made it much easier to jump back in thank fuck.
Maybe the ABC of comics I saw on BlueSky that looked fun.
Open laptop. Make shiny squares. Possibly shiny vid.
Work on my layout.
Update scrapbook.

+ it's just TWO MORE DAYS you can do it Self! Let's go lesbians etcetera.

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Applied globally (not just reading pages) because external links can appear on any page -- entries, comments, profiles, etc.

Audited all Referer header usage in the codebase: - LJ::check_referer() (used ~15 places for CSRF): safe, returns true when referer is absent - Login ret=1 redirect: already broken (reads header_out not header_in) - OpenID continue_to: returnto param is primary, referer is fallback - EditIcons factory check: same-origin, unaffected - Media hotlink protection: check_referer passes on empty referer - VGift/Admin VGift: unaffected (same-origin or handles empty referer) - Tracking management: minor cosmetic impact only (cancel button and viewing style args lost for cross-subdomain navigation)

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Friday open thread: rewatching

My Festivids

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