Amperslash, and new B5 fic
Oct. 8th, 2025 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sholioI have a bare-bones signup in for amperslashexchange, which I will try to add to over the next few days! Fandoms remain unsurprising as usual.
Completely unrelated to that or Whumptober, I posted something new for Babylon 5 over on AO3 just now: Balance in Duty, a slightly canon-divergent missing scene for 5x06 "Strange Relations," in which I lean into the episode's completely averted presumed-dead potential.
amperslashexchange, which I will try to add to over the next few days! Fandoms remain unsurprising as usual.Completely unrelated to that or Whumptober, I posted something new for Babylon 5 over on AO3 just now: Balance in Duty, a slightly canon-divergent missing scene for 5x06 "Strange Relations," in which I lean into the episode's completely averted presumed-dead potential.
Just One Thing (08 October 2025)
Oct. 8th, 2025 08:10 amnanila posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
awesomeersIt's challenge time!
Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.
Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!
Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.
Go!
Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.
Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!
Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.
Go!
For when the heart's a sinking stone
Oct. 7th, 2025 11:24 pmsovayHe said, I'm just out of hospital,
but I'm still flying.
—H.D., "R.A.F." (1941)
I had a lot of help—I was that sort of chap.
—Margery Allingham, The China Governess (1962)
Northbound and once again rear-facing for all the good that selecting my seat in advance did me, I watched the trees start to change beyond the gravel-span of the tracks from late southerly green to the occasional bright lick of Halloween leaves, as if the train were coming in to autumn.spatch met me at the station with a roast beef sandwich. Hestia sniffed me all over intently and then licked my nose: I was acceptable despite a week in the company of other cat. I spent the rest of the night in a sort of liquescent state and reconstituted myself this afternoon just enough for a doctor's appointment, after which I promptly decohered for several hours again.
It was such a good trip. It was low-key, which was literally what the doctors ordered. I sat on a bench with my godchild and watched him sketch in his lesser notebook. I slept into the afternoon and no one cared that I often napped after just about any exertion from a walk around the block to dinner out at a Balkan market that served me a pljeskavica that it was doing its best to be bigger than my head and the first can of Schweppes Bitter Lemon I have seen in a store for years. I ate several species of fancy tinned fish. I did not manage to get to a museum withselkie, but all things considered it may have been even better that we spent so much time just hanging out, mostly on the couch where one night my godchild came down to impart weird medical facts before returning to bed. Because he's reading it in English class, I left the first two lines of the Odyssey written for him on the refrigerator in dry-erase marker and Homeric Greek. I took many fewer photos than usual, but have my favorite: my godson, the Star.
I did not get a picture somewhere in Connecticut of the old fender pier of a swing bridge so overgrown with trees and brush, it had become an oak-trussed island, like the prow of a ship burial, but it was the best thing I saw on the return train. Changes in circumstances still being assimilated, but at least I was somewhere loving when they hit.
but I'm still flying.
—H.D., "R.A.F." (1941)
I had a lot of help—I was that sort of chap.
—Margery Allingham, The China Governess (1962)
Northbound and once again rear-facing for all the good that selecting my seat in advance did me, I watched the trees start to change beyond the gravel-span of the tracks from late southerly green to the occasional bright lick of Halloween leaves, as if the train were coming in to autumn.
spatch met me at the station with a roast beef sandwich. Hestia sniffed me all over intently and then licked my nose: I was acceptable despite a week in the company of other cat. I spent the rest of the night in a sort of liquescent state and reconstituted myself this afternoon just enough for a doctor's appointment, after which I promptly decohered for several hours again.It was such a good trip. It was low-key, which was literally what the doctors ordered. I sat on a bench with my godchild and watched him sketch in his lesser notebook. I slept into the afternoon and no one cared that I often napped after just about any exertion from a walk around the block to dinner out at a Balkan market that served me a pljeskavica that it was doing its best to be bigger than my head and the first can of Schweppes Bitter Lemon I have seen in a store for years. I ate several species of fancy tinned fish. I did not manage to get to a museum with
selkie, but all things considered it may have been even better that we spent so much time just hanging out, mostly on the couch where one night my godchild came down to impart weird medical facts before returning to bed. Because he's reading it in English class, I left the first two lines of the Odyssey written for him on the refrigerator in dry-erase marker and Homeric Greek. I took many fewer photos than usual, but have my favorite: my godson, the Star.
I did not get a picture somewhere in Connecticut of the old fender pier of a swing bridge so overgrown with trees and brush, it had become an oak-trussed island, like the prow of a ship burial, but it was the best thing I saw on the return train. Changes in circumstances still being assimilated, but at least I was somewhere loving when they hit.
Drawtober challenge days 1-8
Oct. 8th, 2025 06:55 pmmificOur annual October art challenge is underway over at drawesome. I've been combining some of the prompts where possible as it adds an extra twist. The pics are all made in Procreate - you can click on each one for the full-sized art. The individual posts are here.
drawesome. I've been combining some of the prompts where possible as it adds an extra twist. The pics are all made in Procreate - you can click on each one for the full-sized art. The individual posts are here.  |
| "through a window" & "molten" |
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| "friendship" & "pool" |
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| "mushroom procession" |
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| "ignite" (mushroom procession at night) |
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| "The Fluffy Under the Bed" |
Good News
Oct. 8th, 2025 01:03 amysabetwordsmithGood news includes all the things which make us happy or otherwise feel good. It can be personal or public. We never know when something wonderful will happen, and when it does, most people want to share it with someone. It's disappointing when nobody is there to appreciate it. Happily, blogging allows us to share our joys and pat each other on the back.
What good news have you had recently? Are you anticipating any more? Have you found a cute picture or a video that makes you smile? Is there anything your online friends could do to make your life a little happier?
What good news have you had recently? Are you anticipating any more? Have you found a cute picture or a video that makes you smile? Is there anything your online friends could do to make your life a little happier?
Wondering if anyone can help
Oct. 8th, 2025 12:45 ammickeymWe've come up short, and Matthew's car insurance has been cancelled due to non-payment. He told me probably $400, since we're having to start over, *again*.
If anyone can help, we would appreciate it so much. We can't afford to have him driving around without insurance, for a number of reasons — not the least of which is that it's illegal.
If you can help, our paypal is kimandmattg6794@gmail.com.
Many hugs and thanks in advance.
If anyone can help, we would appreciate it so much. We can't afford to have him driving around without insurance, for a number of reasons — not the least of which is that it's illegal.
If you can help, our paypal is kimandmattg6794@gmail.com.
Many hugs and thanks in advance.
CA trans issues - call Gavin Newsom
Oct. 7th, 2025 08:58 pmtoastykitten posting in thisfinecrewPer Trans News Network, there are currently 10 bills on Gavin Newsom's desk that support LBGQT+ rights:
Call him at (916) 445-2841 to ask him to sign these bills into law.
Trans Rights Bills
AB 82 / SB 497 – These privacy-focused bills provide needed confidentiality for patients, providers, and volunteers involved with trans healthcare. AB 82 offers important protections for reproductive healthcare, and prevents prescription data about drugs like testosterone and mifepristone from being stored in databases that could be accessible by other states.
SB 418 – Bolsters nondiscrimination protections for health insurance plans and requires the plans to cover up to a 12-month supply of prescription hormones.
LGBTQ+ Rights Bills
AB 554 – Requires insurance coverage of all FDA-approved medications that prevent HIV such as PreP, without prior authorization.
AB 727 – Mandates that schools and universities must provide all youth suicide hotline information, including numbers for LGBTQ+ hotlines in the wake of Trump’s defunding of the Trevor Project hotline.
AB 678 – Requires state housing programs to coordinate with LGBTQ+ communities to ensure homelessness programs remain inclusive and nondiscriminatory for queer people experiencing homelessness, directly combatting federal efforts to force homeless shelters to ban trans people.
SB 590 – Expands paid family leave protections to include the diverse caregiving needs of queer families.
SB 450 – Clarifies California adoption law to allow for LGBTQ+ couples who live outside of California to adopt children born in the state through California proceedings, which are more inclusive than many other states.
Call him at (916) 445-2841 to ask him to sign these bills into law.
Whumptober Day 5: Dream Journal | Phobia
Oct. 7th, 2025 07:28 pmsholioNo. 5: “My panic’s at the ceiling, but I’m face down on the carpet.”
Quivering | Dream Journal | Phobia
Babylon 5, post-canon, Londo, gen (700 wds)
This is the one I was having trouble with a few days ago. Set in some kind of nebulous fixit universe.
( 700 wds under the cut )
Quivering | Dream Journal | Phobia
Babylon 5, post-canon, Londo, gen (700 wds)
This is the one I was having trouble with a few days ago. Set in some kind of nebulous fixit universe.
( 700 wds under the cut )
Poem: "The Road to Transformation"
Oct. 7th, 2025 10:23 pmysabetwordsmithThis is today's second freebie, thanks to new prompter andromedaprime. It also fills the "transformation" square in my 10-1-25 card for the Fall Festival Bingo. It is a retelling of Sleeping Beauty.
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andromedaprime. It also fills the "transformation" square in my 10-1-25 card for the Fall Festival Bingo. It is a retelling of Sleeping Beauty.( Read more... )
Daily Happiness
Oct. 7th, 2025 07:50 pmtorachan1. Meetings today were the good sort, where there's actual discussion and figuring things out, so that was good.
2. Last night we got Chinese food from a new place and it turns out they have really, really good char siu pork. Tonight we used the leftovers to make rice and it was amazing. Definitely want to get from there again. (Sadly their hot and sour soup, which is the main thing Carla wanted as she is under the weather again, was not good.)
3. Look at this cutie Gemma!
2. Last night we got Chinese food from a new place and it turns out they have really, really good char siu pork. Tonight we used the leftovers to make rice and it was amazing. Definitely want to get from there again. (Sadly their hot and sour soup, which is the main thing Carla wanted as she is under the weather again, was not good.)
3. Look at this cutie Gemma!
The only laws that love obeys.
Oct. 7th, 2025 09:42 pmhannahWhen the clouds clear enough, and the moon comes out, it's almost a surprise - only almost, because you've seen it for ages, you know exactly where it is, but it's only when the clouds clear enough and the circle of the moon shows itself that you see it for what it is and not the light it gives. Because until the clouds clear, all you see is the moon's light. You don't see the moon for itself, for what it is, not quite yet. Standing up on the roof, looking skyward, all you see are the clouds and the light, not the moon. You see the reflection, not the thing itself.
Standing up there, the second night of Sukkot, the second night of the yearly harvest festival, the celebration that comes with the night of the full moon, I could see where the moon was by the light that pushed through the dense, dark clouds. Not the celestial body itself, but its light, its reminders and indicators of where and what it was. I could see where the moon was, and I could see, farther south, the breaks in the clouds that I knew would let me see it. I'd come from a Sukkah party of sorts, a dinner at a local synagogue that wasn't so much choreographed as it was loosely hosted: a sukkah built on the rooftop, with people bringing food of their own to have dinner in a sukkah and fulfill the requirements of the holiday. I talked about Greek museums, and riding the metaphor to work in Athens, and Hadrian's wall, and Los Angeles' architecture, and probably a dozen other topics, all while eating food and drinking wine in the temporary structure on the rooftop. There was some wine left over. I took the bottle with me to another rooftop. My parents' building doesn't close its roof the way my own building's does. My father wanted to see if he could see the moon.
It wasn't so much that he could see it as it was that he could see where it was. The clouds were moving south to north, along the eastern part of the sky. To the north, it was largely clear; to the south, the nighttime clouds loomed dark and uncaring, taking up as much of the sky as they could. I could see where they were thin and weak, and stayed to watch. My father had to go, satisfying himself by seeing where the moon was. I waited to see it, if I could. I knew I could, if I waited. I waited to open up the bottle and drink its remains when I saw the moon. I didn't wait long. The spinning of the earth and the motion of the clouds had them thin out and open up so it was more than seeing the light behind the clouds telling me where the moon was: it was seeing the moon itself. Waiting and watching, the darkness stopped for the light to come. It wasn't cold on the roof, not with the thick dress I was wearing and not with the wine I was drinking. The clouds weren't enough to hide the moon from me anymore. The faint spectrum around it, the blues and reds reflected by the thinnest clouds making a rainbow halo, told me exactly what I was seeing. The faintest reflection of sunlight turned into the strongest moonlight.
I watched the moon, and drank the wine. I looked at the clouds, and drank the last of the wine. I left when I was ready, and I don't know when next I'll see it - just that I'll remember having seen it tonight.
Standing up there, the second night of Sukkot, the second night of the yearly harvest festival, the celebration that comes with the night of the full moon, I could see where the moon was by the light that pushed through the dense, dark clouds. Not the celestial body itself, but its light, its reminders and indicators of where and what it was. I could see where the moon was, and I could see, farther south, the breaks in the clouds that I knew would let me see it. I'd come from a Sukkah party of sorts, a dinner at a local synagogue that wasn't so much choreographed as it was loosely hosted: a sukkah built on the rooftop, with people bringing food of their own to have dinner in a sukkah and fulfill the requirements of the holiday. I talked about Greek museums, and riding the metaphor to work in Athens, and Hadrian's wall, and Los Angeles' architecture, and probably a dozen other topics, all while eating food and drinking wine in the temporary structure on the rooftop. There was some wine left over. I took the bottle with me to another rooftop. My parents' building doesn't close its roof the way my own building's does. My father wanted to see if he could see the moon.
It wasn't so much that he could see it as it was that he could see where it was. The clouds were moving south to north, along the eastern part of the sky. To the north, it was largely clear; to the south, the nighttime clouds loomed dark and uncaring, taking up as much of the sky as they could. I could see where they were thin and weak, and stayed to watch. My father had to go, satisfying himself by seeing where the moon was. I waited to see it, if I could. I knew I could, if I waited. I waited to open up the bottle and drink its remains when I saw the moon. I didn't wait long. The spinning of the earth and the motion of the clouds had them thin out and open up so it was more than seeing the light behind the clouds telling me where the moon was: it was seeing the moon itself. Waiting and watching, the darkness stopped for the light to come. It wasn't cold on the roof, not with the thick dress I was wearing and not with the wine I was drinking. The clouds weren't enough to hide the moon from me anymore. The faint spectrum around it, the blues and reds reflected by the thinnest clouds making a rainbow halo, told me exactly what I was seeing. The faintest reflection of sunlight turned into the strongest moonlight.
I watched the moon, and drank the wine. I looked at the clouds, and drank the last of the wine. I left when I was ready, and I don't know when next I'll see it - just that I'll remember having seen it tonight.
For my reference: The State of the Ficcery: October - Week 1
Oct. 7th, 2025 08:59 pmstonepicnicking_okapiI am behind but I am not going to get frustrated or angsty, just extend the season until I finished to my satisfaction.
Day 1: Whumptober - Lamb to Slaughter &vocab_drabble: bombast - Miss Marple - Gen: https://vocab-drabbles.dreamwidth.org/177570.html
Kinktober: Incest - Sherlock Holmes (ACD) Sherlock/Mycroft vampire Greek Interpreter AU - Explicit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/71896116
Masturbation: BTS - Sope - Rating: Teen: https://sweetandshort.dreamwidth.org/277746.html
Day 3: Kinktober - Threesome - BTS - Yoonminseok: Explicit https://sweetandshort.dreamwidth.org/278050.html
Day 4: Kinktober - voyeurism - Inception - Arthur/Eames - Rating: Teen: https://100words.dreamwidth.org/781625.html
Day 1: Whumptober - Lamb to Slaughter &
vocab_drabble: bombast - Miss Marple - Gen: https://vocab-drabbles.dreamwidth.org/177570.htmlKinktober: Incest - Sherlock Holmes (ACD) Sherlock/Mycroft vampire Greek Interpreter AU - Explicit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/71896116
Masturbation: BTS - Sope - Rating: Teen: https://sweetandshort.dreamwidth.org/277746.html
Day 3: Kinktober - Threesome - BTS - Yoonminseok: Explicit https://sweetandshort.dreamwidth.org/278050.html
Day 4: Kinktober - voyeurism - Inception - Arthur/Eames - Rating: Teen: https://100words.dreamwidth.org/781625.html
Views & News
Oct. 7th, 2025 08:37 pmstonepicnicking_okapi1. On Sunday, I had a marvelous time at the Renaissance Festival. I went by myself. I did everything I wanted to do and nothing I didn't. I got my flower crown.
I watched jousting demonstrations and falconry demonstrations. I got a foot massage (laying on a massage table where I looked directly up into leaves and sky). I watched an entire production of Macbeth. I don't know that it was a great production, but it was a great production to me because it was live and out of doors in an amphitheater and I'm not a theater-goer so it was a rare opportunity. I walked through Venetian room, which had little peep hole dioramas. And I tried key-lime-pie-on-a-stick.
2. Have you ever finally read a classic which most people have read or which has recognition in popular culture and realized 'wow, this is awful!' I just finished listening to The Swiss Family Robinson and it ought to be called Swiss Family Slaughter-Everything. They kill everything they come across: turtles, ostrich, iguana, flamingos, walrus, bears, lions, tigers, everything. And the only thing I remember from the Disney movie was the monkey riding a goat. Do you know why he's riding the goat? Because the bloodthirsty Robinsons killed his mother! I wanted to get versed in the original to do a porn spoof for Kinktober but I may also do a drabble where all the animals slaughter and 'tame' the Robinsons.
3. I tried out my new running shoes Saturday morning and they were good. Just need to get them broken in for the Turkey Trot.
4. All my Halloween cards (domestic and international) are in the mail. Huzzah!
5. This evening my AO3 account had (for a few minutes) exactly 1,000,000 hits. I love round numbers.
6. Thursday I got my pumpkin spice latte of the season. It was good. I am satisfied.
7. I have decided that October ficcing (Kinktober, Whumptoper, spooky stuff) is going to keep on going to the day before Thanksgiving. I am just going to keep writing and reading and ficcing and not pay attention to the day. I have a lot of ideas and not enough time to realize them all. Plus, movie watching and book reading. And all that life stuff. Let's stretch the seasons out.
8. Minor went to his first Homecoming football game and Homecoming dance and I think he had a good time. Minisculus actually scored a goal in his soccer game Saturday and their team won (first win of the season!).
9. For 25 in 2025, one of my clients taught me a new-to-me card game called postage stamp. I've done two new Yoga with Adriene YT videos within 24 hours of them dropping, and I've gone to a new-to-me YMCA to workout (Today I tried the one near the hospital where my client is staying and it was nice).
I watched jousting demonstrations and falconry demonstrations. I got a foot massage (laying on a massage table where I looked directly up into leaves and sky). I watched an entire production of Macbeth. I don't know that it was a great production, but it was a great production to me because it was live and out of doors in an amphitheater and I'm not a theater-goer so it was a rare opportunity. I walked through Venetian room, which had little peep hole dioramas. And I tried key-lime-pie-on-a-stick.
2. Have you ever finally read a classic which most people have read or which has recognition in popular culture and realized 'wow, this is awful!' I just finished listening to The Swiss Family Robinson and it ought to be called Swiss Family Slaughter-Everything. They kill everything they come across: turtles, ostrich, iguana, flamingos, walrus, bears, lions, tigers, everything. And the only thing I remember from the Disney movie was the monkey riding a goat. Do you know why he's riding the goat? Because the bloodthirsty Robinsons killed his mother! I wanted to get versed in the original to do a porn spoof for Kinktober but I may also do a drabble where all the animals slaughter and 'tame' the Robinsons.
3. I tried out my new running shoes Saturday morning and they were good. Just need to get them broken in for the Turkey Trot.
4. All my Halloween cards (domestic and international) are in the mail. Huzzah!
5. This evening my AO3 account had (for a few minutes) exactly 1,000,000 hits. I love round numbers.
6. Thursday I got my pumpkin spice latte of the season. It was good. I am satisfied.
7. I have decided that October ficcing (Kinktober, Whumptoper, spooky stuff) is going to keep on going to the day before Thanksgiving. I am just going to keep writing and reading and ficcing and not pay attention to the day. I have a lot of ideas and not enough time to realize them all. Plus, movie watching and book reading. And all that life stuff. Let's stretch the seasons out.
8. Minor went to his first Homecoming football game and Homecoming dance and I think he had a good time. Minisculus actually scored a goal in his soccer game Saturday and their team won (first win of the season!).
9. For 25 in 2025, one of my clients taught me a new-to-me card game called postage stamp. I've done two new Yoga with Adriene YT videos within 24 hours of them dropping, and I've gone to a new-to-me YMCA to workout (Today I tried the one near the hospital where my client is staying and it was nice).
Wednesday Reading Meme for Oct 8 2025
Oct. 8th, 2025 01:35 pmkitewithfishWhat I’ve Read
Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance – Lois McMaster Bujold – You can really feel the Penric and Desdemona style books coming around in Bujold’s later work. Bujold built a great character in Ivan Vorpatril – he’s too close to the throne of an empire to avoid knowing about politics, so instead he has developed a perfectly tuned sense of political ramifications for every move he could potential make – and manages to build a life where he’s known for being a lady’s man and a bit vapid, instead of a good figurehead for a coup! He’s adorable and he’s got a good match in Tej. In some ways, this felt like Bujold having a good time with her own books and not being too serious about it.
What I’m Reading
The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club – Dorothy Sayers – 25% - An elderly man is found dead at his gentleman’s club, and establishing the time of his death becomes crucial for executing his will when it’s revealed he died the same day as his sister. Did he die just before her, so that all her wealth passes to her lady companion? Or just after, so that her wealth joins his estate and passes nearly entirely to his eldest son? It’s also got lovely worldbuilding around the WWI veterans in the background of Peter Wimsey’s world – their comfort with death and soldiering draws a line between the young men and the older crowd of the club.
The Mismeasure of Man – Stephen Jay Gould – Feisty and interesting! I’m re-reading this after reading it as a teenager – it definitely informed my skepticism towards science that “proves” an existing social bias is grounded in hard scientific fact. Really good and clear writing, it does feel like it’s from 1981 at times. (Remember when we were just fighting fundamentalists about teaching evolution in public schools? And not about the continued existence of public schools??)
What I’ll Read Next
Witness for the Dead Katherine Addison
The Fortunate Fall by Cameron Reed
Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance – Lois McMaster Bujold – You can really feel the Penric and Desdemona style books coming around in Bujold’s later work. Bujold built a great character in Ivan Vorpatril – he’s too close to the throne of an empire to avoid knowing about politics, so instead he has developed a perfectly tuned sense of political ramifications for every move he could potential make – and manages to build a life where he’s known for being a lady’s man and a bit vapid, instead of a good figurehead for a coup! He’s adorable and he’s got a good match in Tej. In some ways, this felt like Bujold having a good time with her own books and not being too serious about it.
What I’m Reading
The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club – Dorothy Sayers – 25% - An elderly man is found dead at his gentleman’s club, and establishing the time of his death becomes crucial for executing his will when it’s revealed he died the same day as his sister. Did he die just before her, so that all her wealth passes to her lady companion? Or just after, so that her wealth joins his estate and passes nearly entirely to his eldest son? It’s also got lovely worldbuilding around the WWI veterans in the background of Peter Wimsey’s world – their comfort with death and soldiering draws a line between the young men and the older crowd of the club.
The Mismeasure of Man – Stephen Jay Gould – Feisty and interesting! I’m re-reading this after reading it as a teenager – it definitely informed my skepticism towards science that “proves” an existing social bias is grounded in hard scientific fact. Really good and clear writing, it does feel like it’s from 1981 at times. (Remember when we were just fighting fundamentalists about teaching evolution in public schools? And not about the continued existence of public schools??)
What I’ll Read Next
Witness for the Dead Katherine Addison
The Fortunate Fall by Cameron Reed
#21 An Improbable Hurdle (part 1 of 1, complete)
Oct. 7th, 2025 08:14 pmdialecticdreamerAn Improbable Hurdle
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 2114
[Wednesday, May 6, 2020, late afternoon]]
:: After Henry offers to help to enroll the children in school, the trio meet an angry teenager. The three compare questions afterward. Part of the Edison’s Mirror arc. ::
Back to Expert Advice
To the Edison's Mirror Index
On to
As they crossed from the dappled early afternoon sunlight into the cool, evenly lit office building Aidan paused, looking over his shoulder at the quick, scudding clouds collecting at the treetops. “We should set off for home within the hour, because it’s going to be raining hard by sundown,” he told the others.
Henry chuckled, and made a show of patting the handle of the closed umbrella draped over his arm. “I’m taking you seriously. You were right the other day, after all.”
Ahead of them, the wide hallway opened to an irregular oval where half a dozen doors broke the walls into many angles and corners. One door slammed open, revealing a sienna-skinned teen girl in a pristine white tee shirt and stonewashed gray jeans stormed out, shouting over her shoulder. “You’re not my mother or my grandmother, and you had NO right to let HER change my school plan and then spring it on me! I can’t even talk to you right now!” She stormed past the group in the bottleneck at that end of the hallway, but she dodged between them without even brushing their clothes.
“Liana, wait!” An older woman with black-framed rectangular glasses beneath her fine gray bobbed haircut watched her leave, pinching her lower lip between her teeth.
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By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 2114
[Wednesday, May 6, 2020, late afternoon]]
:: After Henry offers to help to enroll the children in school, the trio meet an angry teenager. The three compare questions afterward. Part of the Edison’s Mirror arc. ::
Back to Expert Advice
To the Edison's Mirror Index
On to
As they crossed from the dappled early afternoon sunlight into the cool, evenly lit office building Aidan paused, looking over his shoulder at the quick, scudding clouds collecting at the treetops. “We should set off for home within the hour, because it’s going to be raining hard by sundown,” he told the others.
Henry chuckled, and made a show of patting the handle of the closed umbrella draped over his arm. “I’m taking you seriously. You were right the other day, after all.”
Ahead of them, the wide hallway opened to an irregular oval where half a dozen doors broke the walls into many angles and corners. One door slammed open, revealing a sienna-skinned teen girl in a pristine white tee shirt and stonewashed gray jeans stormed out, shouting over her shoulder. “You’re not my mother or my grandmother, and you had NO right to let HER change my school plan and then spring it on me! I can’t even talk to you right now!” She stormed past the group in the bottleneck at that end of the hallway, but she dodged between them without even brushing their clothes.
“Liana, wait!” An older woman with black-framed rectangular glasses beneath her fine gray bobbed haircut watched her leave, pinching her lower lip between her teeth.
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