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Feb. 23rd, 2026 10:40 pm
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Stressed tired and in pain. Meant to take the time to communicate with others and comment today but I ended up getting distracted and now my eyes are barely open.

40 Days of Drabbles > Updated

Feb. 22nd, 2026 12:57 pm
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Inspired by [community profile] adventdrabbles, I will be posting daily prompts at [community profile] 40daysofdrabbles from Ash Wednesday to Easter, prompts will mostly be winter/spring themed things.

Any fandom (minus RPF/Reality TV), pairing or rating is allowed. Feel free to combine with other challenges! Minimum word count is 100 words, but no maximum.

Our first five prompts are now up! Feel free to start writing or follow us incase a prompt jumps out at you!

Or want to suggest prompts? Have questions?



So check out [community profile] 40daysofdrabbles!!



The original purpose [community profile] 40daysofdrabbles is just to write 40 drabbles about whatever you want to focus on, or ask your friends for prompts/ships/fandoms - this is open year-round although it originally started as a personal challenge ages ago for Lent. This still applies if you want to combine the two events.



Check out the profile page for more information!

Etymology fun times

Feb. 21st, 2026 11:48 am
primeideal: Lan and Moiraine from "Wheel of Time" TV (lan mandragoran)
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Didn't agree with everything in this article, but it had an interesting deep dive into the translation of the Biblical phrase "love your enemies"
The Greeks had at least two words for enemies. An echthros was someone hated, a personal enemy. Polemioi were the people of a city that one's own community was contending against. (The root polemos means "war.")
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The verb form is second-person imperative. Unlike English, Greek also has a third-person imperative, which is awkward to translate. If Jesus had used it, one might translate this commandment as "Let them love enemies," or passively as "Let enemies be loved." But the commandment is addressed to you.
 
"Echthroi" shows up in Madeleine L'Engle's "A Wind In The Door," I didn't realize that was a Biblical Greek word!
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[personal profile] kingstoken's 2026 Book Bingo: Figures Without Facial Features on the Cover
[personal profile] kingstoken's 2026 Book Bingo: Set at a School/University

The Whole Truth by Kit Pearson and its sequel And Nothing but the Truth are a pair of middle grade historical novels set in British Columbia in the 1930s.

The main character is Polly Brown, who begins the story age ten, relocating from Winnipeg to the Gulf Islands to live with her grandmother following the death of her father—an event that's the subject of secrecy between her and her older sister Maud. Shortly after arriving at their grandmother's, Maud leaves for boarding school, leaving Polly to adjust alone to her new life on a small island and deal with the carrying the secret by herself. The second book picks up a couple of years later, when Polly also needs to leave the island for secondary schooling and struggles to adjust to being away while more big changes come to her family.

I read a few of Kit Pearson's books as a kid, and when she came up in conversation recently with a friend, I decided to check out some of her more recent novels. I don't know how her older books would hold up to a re-read for me, but I ended up having a mixed reaction to these two.

They were largely pleasant reads. They're well-written, and if spending time in upper middle-class circles in 1930s western Canada appeals, there are a lot of detailed descriptions of clothes, food, and rural seaside life to enjoy. As someone with an interest in that part of the world but who doesn't have family history there, I appreciated this look into the period.

These books feel like they're in the tradition of Anne of Green Gables, Pollyanna, A Little Princess, Heidi, etc.—stories I associate with girls changing the world around them, whether through action or because of their positivity. But that's not really the deal with Polly, who's a very passive character and doesn't seem to bring anything unexpected to her new community. It's also not a Secret Garden or Goodnight, Mr. Tom situation where it felt like Polly herself was changed by her new home, aside from benefiting from more money and opportunities. Things just kind of work out for her while the least dramatic version of eventful situations unfold around her.

I think what particularly didn't land for me was this sense of complacency with regard to the arc of the moral universe. Polly is shown recognizing injustice and then just...never does anything about it. Her grandmother racially discriminates against a neighbour, and Polly disagrees but then lets it lie. We don't see her ever interacting with the neighbour, or even with the neighbour's son, who's a schoolmate. She has the instinct to give money to a homeless man, but then stops when her teacher scolds her and doesn't help anyone again. She never takes a stand or makes any sacrifice, aside from the one time when it's strongly self-serving, but other characters praise her for seeing the world clearly with her artist's eye, in a way that implies that just seeing is enough and that things will work themselves out over time (at least for those who happen to be the loved one of someone with money and property).

While I was reading, I often found myself thinking how glad I was that the author was avoiding the most predictable conflicts I kept thinking were coming, but by the end of the second book, I looked back and felt like something critical was missing. I don't need big culminating moments in historical coming-of-age novels—I absolutely love A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and could write a whole essay on how it shares a sliver of the same flaw but how all of its positives outweigh that for me—but I needed just a little something more to care about these characters and their fortunes.

An Excerpt )

ETA: Spoilers in the comments

Follow-up

Feb. 16th, 2026 10:10 pm
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So for Christmas I got a cute little lunchbox with vintage baseball stickers on it, because of course. Then a week ago I misplaced my e-reader, even though I knew I had it on the train, it couldn't have gone far. I had brought the lunchbox because I wanted to store the e-reader and a new physical magazine subscription my cousin-once-removed got for me (my go-to Christmas wish list for the last couple years has been just "IDK, support some SFF short fiction markets, maybe get me a paywalled one) and some bananas for lunch for a long day of bell-ringing all in one place. You can tell where this is going.

Yes, after diligently calling the lost-and-found, uploading my "lost item" request (the e-reader is covered in a bunch of stickers I got from a Brandon Sanderson kickstarter, you'll definitely know it if you run across it!), etc. I finally checked the lunchbox again even though I had already checked it because it could not have gone far. The e-reader was standing on its side. Just pressed against the wall. Being stealthy.

So yeah, I am 100% my mother's child in some absentminded ways.

Now that that's back on track I'm continuing to have a normal and hinged amount of Antarctica feelings and/or working on speculative (?) poetry for some new calls. I get the sense that a lot of these editors like free verse a lot more than I do, so one of the poems at least will be more freeform than most of my stuff. But a lot of it winds up being blank verse/iambic pentameter because I'm just like that, apparently!

senior kitty woes

Feb. 16th, 2026 01:16 am
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Having a senior kitty with a disease is stressful.

And I don't mean the helping him clean his bum. Or the apoetite stimulant. Or the ordering of several different exoensive cat food varieties to see which ones please his majesty today.

He suddenly was super lethargic. Gums were still pink, his breathing was normal. Mine was not.

And suddenly it hit me.

Hes old. He has kidney disease he could die.

Obviously, age does not have to be a factor, Miso was only five when he died a year and half ago a grief that sometimes hits me just as hard as it did that first day.

I do not want to think about the day thats coming. I want to enjoy the silly Jasper things he does.

I do not want to borrow the grief that will come sooner than I would like. Both Mushi andvSebastian turn 15 this year. Bitsy turns 10 and Nori my youngest turns 6. Time is marching on.

I do not want to dwell and yet...
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source: Heated Rivalry
audio: Moonrunner83, "Lovers in a Dangerous Time"
length: 4:10
download: 359MB on MediaFire
summary: Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight

AO3 page | tumblr post | YouTube link

Lyrics on AZ Lyrics

Premiered at Escapade 36.




I was kind of shocked to realize that there aren't that many covers of this song…and most of them are by Canadians. Thanks to [personal profile] beatriceeagle for the beta, which pushed me to keep working on it.

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Feb. 13th, 2026 10:38 pm
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What was I saying about bots? This one actually made me laugh out loud this morning:
Read more... )

Grouchy, territorial kitten*

Feb. 10th, 2026 05:38 pm
azurelunatic: Hacker-Kitty (aka Yellface) snuggling with Azz. (Hacker-Kitty)
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Yellface (spayed, *16) decided to sit on me last night. Thorn came in and snuggled me. Yellface sniffed their hand politely as we held hands. The first time she'd ever encountered Thorn's hand without some cranky meowing. (Right now Yellface will sniff and rub her face on an extended finger, but will say things about it.)

Many minutes of stillness later, Thorn said something.

Yellface suddenly took notice of an alien hand near her territory, stood up, and gave a snake-strike grazing bite to the nearest hand, followed by a swat.

My hand, naturally.

I uninvited her from the bed and found an alcohol wipe. She broke skin but didn't draw blood. Today only the deepest scrape is visible, if you're looking for it.

Oh, cat.
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