Stuff I Love: Ten Standalones

Feb. 7th, 2026 11:36 am
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A weekly February challenge via [personal profile] dreamersdare, who was inspired by [personal profile] corvidology! Here’s an explanation of the overall challenge.


Week 1: Make a Top Ten list for your favourite standalone media and tell people exactly why you love it. This can be in any format - movies, one shot dramas, novels, short stories, plays, something else not mentioned here. Whatever you like!

I picked: Ten Favorite Neo-Noir Films.

Neo-noir is a rather amorphous term, but I'm not sweating it. My research consisted of googling that my picks are generally considered neo-noir. I removed one (Akira Kurosawa’s Stray Dogs, with a baby-faced Toshiro Mifune) as it was made in 1949, putting it firmly in the noir camp.

Also! There are so many fantastic neo-noir films on my to-watch list, including Ash is Purest White, Deep Crimson, Pigs and Battleships, Dog Day Afternoon and Mulholland Drive. (Hangs head in shame. I also can’t believe I haven’t watched those last two. In my defense, I only returned to movie fandom a few years ago, after decades away. I've got a lot of catching up to do.)

Anyway, as [personal profile] dreamersdare notes in their original post, these are not meant to be rec lists. This and the following lists, fingers crossed, are celebrations of things I love.

In Chronological Order, Earliest to Latest, the Winners Are... )


Now it's your turn. Tell me about your favorite neo-noir!
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AO3 Link | Hunting Gone Wrong (1144 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars [2008] - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Suicide/Suicidal Ideation
Characters: CC-1119 | Appo, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Suicidal Thoughts, Child Murder
Summary:

Appo is on a death world, hunting, but maybe he was the prey... and the wrong one at that.



Hunting Gone Wrong

They were being hunted, picked off one by one on this death world. Appo wasn't certain what he'd done to anger his Lord, but being sent to hunt a Force User had seemed easy enough on the data pad.

The reality was proving brutally different, and he was down to just two members of the original six that had followed him here to capture the rogue Force User for Lord Vader. Nor could he just comm for back up; the Exactor was pursuing the rag tag Rebels that had been in the system when they dropped.

Appo pulled up a map of the world, narrowing in on the fissure-laden landscape of this island. The Force User had taken out the other drop ship while they were in atmo before ditching from the ship and letting it crash. A small part of him decided it was rather fitting that they were all marooned, and Appo's chances of a pick up were a lot better than the Force User's.





TK-1138 let the world kill him, spooking at a noise and falling into one of the hissing fissures. Appo looked at the last surviving man of his squadron and ground his teeth inside his helmet. They might only be fleshborn, but he'd spent time fine-tuning the training that CC-2224 sent them out with.

They had to be the best to be 501st, after all. That had never stopped being true, from the before-times to now.

"Stay here, get the communication unit pieced together. Fleet should be back any time now."

"Yes sir."

Was the trooper relieved? Hoping Appo was the next victim? It didn't matter. Appo had to catch this karking —

The pain in his head came back, as that slip into his first language usually sparked it.

It was bad enough he held tight to his name.





He'd forgotten what it was like to hunt by himself. Even in his plastoid, it was easier to move and hide and track than when he was half-focused on keeping a squad alive.

He thought he was closing in on the Force User. He was fairly certain they were even injured. All he had to do was clear this climb, and he'd be close enough to be sure. Just a little more to climb —

— and a noise drew his eyes up, to see a face with white marks on bronze skin, blue and white marks on the horns and headtails alike, but eyes like his own staring holes into his soul.





The Jedi were traitors, manipulating the whole war, killing his brothers to cling to their power. The Chancellor said so, and he was their Supreme Commander. The General believed it. Appo followed orders, led the men up the stairs, and they started quartering the Temple, clearing out the traitors of all shapes and sizes.

It didn't matter that this one looked like the Commander. She'd been a traitor too. He brought his blaster up for a clean shot, waiting until she deflected two others to take his own.

He ignored the voice screaming in the back of his head that she had been just a kid.





Appo blinked at the bright light all around him, his concealing helmet (bucket, a piece of him remembered) gone, and him trussed him up as firmly as he'd meant to do to her once he caught the Force User.

She was tossing an EMP grenade in a hand, pacing in front of him.

Just as suddenly as she'd overcome him on the climb, she was there, kneeling in front of him.

"It would be more merciful to kill you," she said. "To you and to my father."

Clone dark eyes staring out of a face like hers.

"I don't feel like being merciful today." She clicked the detonator, and Appo's world disappeared for the second time in less than an hour, this time consumed by searing pain in his skull, the kind that came when he remembered the before times.





Vader's Fist.

Torrent Company.

Memories, like those of two different men, warred within him.

Torrent won.

He found himself retching up the nutripaste he'd been rationing himself since landfall. She at least tilted him with the Force so he didn't get it on himself.

Appo looked at her again, recognizing the hard jawline and set of the eyes as The Captain's trademark resolve. The lines of her marks might scream of the Commander, but he didn't think this one was going to try and make it all better like Commander Vod'ika had tried time and again, after the bad campaigns.

"So, when I take your binders off, I'm not going to stop you if you choose the easy way out," she said in a hard voice. "Didn't even know that kriffing monster still had any of you. Was supposed to be him I was facing down here."

"You… tried… to bait VADER?!" he asked, but of course a child of those two would be that brazen.

She didn't answer, just staring at him with unblinking anger at him for not being the right prey.

The easy way — he knew just what she meant, and as her features blurred with the earlier, rounder face of that child in the Temple, he thought he just might.

"You said your father," he managed to get out instead. "The Captain lives?"

"Somewhere out there. It's not like he and I could work together once I was old enough to go out on my own."

The binders fell away from him, and his gear was right there. A tiny piece of him suggested he go for his blaster, not to take the easy road, but to try and take her down, like he'd been told to.

Just like he'd been told to murder children. And atrocities that made that pale in comparison, ever since the day he followed his General into haran.

"What's the hard way?" he asked, and that got a blink, then a flex of the too-small lekku.

"I take you to a rehab specialist, away from the fighting, and you figure out if you can make peace with the man that chip made of you."

"Will he come there? Or her — kriff." The face and lekku had gone hard all over again on the pronoun. "She's gone?"

"It's why I joined up. He lived, when she didn't come back to us. And I'm not going to stop until he goes down."

"Small part of getting off this rock?"

"Got that covered." She turned to start walking down the easy side of the rise.

A few minutes later, he was following, with just the weapons and rations, hard as it was to leave the armor's protection behind.

She didn't say a word, and he kept following. Maybe, in her, in what she offered as the hard way, he'd find a way to his honor again.

Speak Up Saturday

Feb. 7th, 2026 03:49 pm
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Welcome to the weekly roundup post! What are you watching this week? What are you excited about?
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With two books new to me, this just barely qualifies as books received. One SF, one fantasy and the SF novel is from a series.

Books Received, January 31 — February 6


Poll #34194 Books Received, January 31 — February 6
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 37


Which of these look interesting?

View Answers

A City Dreaming by Maurice Broaddus (June 2026)
16 (43.2%)

Lord of the Heights by Scarlett J. Thorne (July 2026
5 (13.5%)

Some other option (see comments)
1 (2.7%)

Cats!
28 (75.7%)

The Dreamer by Dulcie Deamer

Feb. 7th, 2026 08:48 am
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The wave yearns at the cliff foot: its pale arms
        Reach upward and relapse, like down-dropped hands;
The baffled tides slip backward evermore,
        And a long sighing murmurs round the sands . . .

My heart is as the wave that lifts and falls:
       Tall is the cliff—oh! tall as that dim star
That crowns its summit hidden in a cloud—
       Tall as the dark and holy heavens are.

The sad strange wreckage of full many ships
        Burdens the bitter waters’ ebb and flow:
Gold diadems, like slowly falling flames,
        Lighten the restless emerald gulfs below;

And withered blossoms float, and silken webs,
        And pallid faces framed in wide-spread hair,
And bubble-globes that seethe with peacock hues,
        And jewelled hands, half-open, cold and fair.

Sea creatures move beneath: their swift sleek touch
       Begets sweet madness and unworthy fire—
Scaled women—triton-things, whose dark seal eyes
        Are hot and bloodshot with a man’s desire.

Their strange arms clasp: the sea-pulse in their veins
       Beats like the surf of the immortal sea—
Strong, glad and soulless: elemental joys
       Bathe with green flame the sinking soul of me.

Downward and down—to passionate purple looms,
        Athrill with thought-free, blurred, insatiate life,
Where the slow-throbbing sea-flow sways like weed
        Dim figures blended in an amorous strife—

I am enclasped, I sink; but the wave lifts,
        With all its freight of treasure and of death,
In sullen foamless yearning towards the height
        Where the star burns above the vapour-wreath;

And a deep sob goes up, and all the caves
        Are filled with mourning and a sorrow-sound.
The green fire fades: I rise: I see the star—
        Gone are the triton arms that clipped me round.

Hope beats like some lost bird against the cliff—
        The granite cliff above the burdened wave,
Whose fleeting riches are more desolate
        Than gems dust-mingled in a nameless grave . . .

When all the wordless thirsts of Time are slaked,
        And all Earth’s yearning hungers sweetly fed,
And the Sea’s grief is stilled, and the Wind’s cry,
        And Day and Night clasp on one glowing bed—

Oh! in that hour shall clay and flame be blent—
        Love find its perfect lover, breast on breast—
When dream and dreamer at the last are one,
        And joy is folded in the arms of jest.


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Feb. 7th, 2026 03:48 pm
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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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Writing, writing, writing

Feb. 8th, 2026 12:11 am
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There was the story I was planning to write, and then there was the much more out there (and potentially much longer) story idea that came up in conversation with a friend last night - when I foolishly said: "I could write that."

Guess which one I've now got 1500 words of?

*sigh*

The word "fuck" has been coming up in my online conversations quite a bit today, mostly coupled with "you". She's an utter menace.

Book Log: Our Moon: A Human History

Feb. 7th, 2026 09:04 pm
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Rebecca Boyle's Our Moon: A Human History was a fun read! Clean prose but also poetic in places, with sometimes cheeky delivery that doesn't fully spell out the joke or the implications. She says things like, "The Apollo missions were designed to use the Moon as a tool. It was an instrument of might, just as surely as it was for the stone circles of northern Scotland, the Nebra sky disk, and the temples dedicated to Sin. Americans walked up there to show they could do it, and in doing so, demonstrated what glory was possible through democratic republicanism and white Protestant Christianity, rather than Soviet communism and godlessness." A journey of meaning, in a chain all the way back to the earliest times.

The book is split into three sections:
  • How the Moon Was Made, detailing the physical characteristics of the moon, what it's made of, how its physical characteristics are different from Earth, the Theia hypothesis, and a general overview of its movements in the sky;

  • How the Moon Made Us, detailing the hypothesis of how moon helped evolution via the tides which forced our sea ancestors into amphibious environments, and then of how the moon helped our human ancestors conceptualize time and time-keeping and future planning, which eventually led to civilisation;

  • How We Made the Moon, detailing our projections of religious, emotional and scientific meaning onto the moon, culminating in modern and future moon exploration, feat. the usual suspects of Ptolemy, Copernicus, Galileo, etc.

Lovely journey of exploration and very readable, though I did have to look up some things for better understanding, like the synodic month. I have such difficulty picturing such things in my head! And have to constantly correct the mental picture I have that the moon moves with the night sky, when we can literally see the moon in the sky in daytime. For me, it's somewhat similar to the perception of up and down, which gets tossed if I stand outside at night in low light pollution and the huge huge night sky makes me feel like I could fall into it.

There's also a section about how the moon may actually affect our health in very subtle ways, with reports on possible links to depression and anger. I initially doubletaked like, is she talking horoscope-type effects? But then I remembered how atmospheric pressure does cause migraines and arthritic symptoms, and I myself feel a stinging pressure along my old surgery scars when there's a thunderstorm coming. We are made of lots of liquid, after all.

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