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elf ([personal profile] elf) wrote2026-02-06 03:56 pm

A Scence Fiction Anthology for Today's Youth?

From this thread at Bluesky - When people ask how to get into GA SF I always say that the right way is via some of those fat "Best Of" short fiction collections.

Long discussion, many comments, mostly agreeing that yep, the way to get people into SF is anthologies, not novels, especially "best of" anthologies rather than whatever theme-of-the-day was popular. Also many people agreeing that many of "the classics" do not hold up today, and "Heinlein juveniles + the Foundation trilogy" is not a good suggestion for a young teen who might be interested in scifi now.

So... if you were building an anthology of The Great Science Fiction, with a focus specifically on non-SF readers who might be interested, what would you put in it?

Some limitations may be in order )
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nnozomi ([personal profile] nnozomi) wrote in [community profile] guardian_learning2026-02-07 08:53 am

第五年第二十八天

部首
手 part 14
抛, to cast away; 拌, to mix; 拍, to pat/to photograph/racket pinyin )
https://www.mdbg.net/chinese/dictionary?cdqrad=64

词汇
词汇, vocabulary (pinyin in tags)
https://mandarinbean.com/new-hsk-4-word-list/

Guardian:
我不太喜欢拍照, I don't really like photographs
[no 词汇]

Me:
他话都没说,只能拍拍肩膀安慰一下。
到周五你们得把这些词汇背诵好。
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Oliver Moss ([personal profile] olivermoss) wrote2026-02-06 03:56 pm
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Mike Bennett's Workshop



I've photographed his work a LOT over the past several years, and yesterday I saw him in the wild... or rather leaving his new workshop location. I wanted to repost some pictures of I've taken of his stuff over the years for context, but that's the downside to my main photography folder being 34,154 Files in 517 Folders. That's far from every photo I've ever taken, only select photos go in. I have spent time organizing it, but... not enough?

Anyway, you can get his vibe from these pics I think.



Where the magic happens:




He runs the sticker, keychain and pin exchanges across Portland. He did the Crypto-zoo, Dinotopia, The Portland Aquarium and runs the Wonderwood Springs D&D/RPG themed cafe in St Johns. I know I've posted about that place and can picture the images, but I cannot find them right now. I might need to start a dedicated Mike Bennett folder. Originally known online as Regional Memesmith, he is part of the fabric of the Portland arts scene.

Wait, remembering his old psued jogged a memory )
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hurtcomfortexmod ([personal profile] hurtcomfortexmod) wrote in [community profile] hurtcomfortex2026-02-06 06:51 pm

Hurt/Comfort will be back in 2027

Mod here. Real life has been rough and this year I am not able to give this exchange the effort it deserves. I have made the difficult decision to put it on hiatus for a year.

I hope the next year is kinder to all of us and I look forward to seeing you then.
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QueerVanilla ([personal profile] queervanilla) wrote in [community profile] drawesome2026-02-07 08:20 am

Romance Challenge

Title: Lovecore MJV
Artist[personal profile] queervanilla 
Rating: G
Fandom: Arcane
Character(s): Mel Medarda, Jayce Talis, Viktor
Content Notes: CSP



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raven ([personal profile] raven) wrote2026-02-06 10:52 pm

fic: your curious body sitting on the shore [m/m, Heated Rivalry]

the inevitable daemon AU, omgggg.

your curious body sitting on the shore (5481 words) by raven
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV)
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Yuna Hollander, Rose Landry
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Daemons

It’s not just that Ilya’s daemon is impressive. Like… a wolf. A fucking wolf. Yeah, Shane is impressed by that. It's that hockey players shouldn’t have daemons at all.

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greetingsfrommaars ([personal profile] greetingsfrommaars) wrote2026-02-06 05:42 pm
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goals 2026

creating things:

  • typeset a fic for bookbinding (rolled over from last year)

  • fold new origami (done, see below)

  • write smaller, more focused poems

  • participate in a flash fic exchange

  • gif a new MV from someone new

  • gif something other than an MV from someone new

  • post either as many fics or as many words as last year



some general ones:

  • send postcards

  • take a ferry

  • get the car serviced (big source of dread for me)

  • tackle the subset of the TBR pile that i already own
    • Discworld, Murderbot, All About Love, etc

  • finish reading Worm

  • learn new ways to put up my hair
    • kind of funny for me because a big realization i had last year was that i don't have to put up my hair for work if i don't want to, which saves me some time and energy. i think this will be fun when i'm not in a rush to leave for work though

  • make all the wish soups that i can (2/? done)



new origami: my friend gave me a cat origami kit! the faces on the origami paper (second picture) are very funny to me. it's like flattened game character skins.

An origami cat with a printed face. Origami paper for folding cats, with geometric crease lines and printed cat faces.
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fox_in_me ([personal profile] fox_in_me) wrote2026-02-07 12:02 am

When We Scream and the World Is Silent / Когда мы кричим, а мир молчит



📝 Оригинальный текст записи

Сегодня напишу несколько слов о том, что происходит сейчас.
И об одном очень сильном событии этих дней.

Я уже писал, что ситуация с электроэнергией и теплом сложная. Даже больше — город во льду. Не хватает средств, не хватает человеческих рук, чтобы бороться со стихией, не говоря уже о последствиях войны. Это то, чего не могут понять те, кто не находится здесь.

Несколько дней назад группу электриков, приехавших устранять последствия обстрела, забрали в армию прямо с места ремонта. Городские дороги — почти без света и во льду. Пешеходы часто падают прямо на проезжей части. Та же проблема и в больницах: не хватает санитаров, не хватает мужчин. Я уже не говорю о врачах. Те, кто есть, — молодые, без достаточных знаний: последние годы из-за ковида и всего остального обучение было фактически регрессивным.

Я заехал выпить кофе и пообщаться со знакомым. Пока ждал его в магазине, где мы обычно берём кофе, в очереди стояла пожилая женщина и выбирала колбасу. Она спросила, какая вкуснее. Ей показали и назвали цену — она сразу выбрала ту, что дешевле. Но и на неё у неё не хватило денег. Так же было и с остальными покупками: печенье, хлеб, самые необходимые вещи.

Я видел, как она еле держится на ногах, с тростью — недавно упала на льду. Возраст. Я знаю продавщицу, я частый гость в этом месте, и просто попросил оплатить всё за неё. И корм для её котов тоже. У меня внутри всё рвалось. Какой бы период я сейчас ни переживал в своей жизни, я знаю, насколько сложно ей. И ещё сотням тысяч таких же.

Я могу хотя бы оставить свои эмоции здесь. А многим и поговорить не с кем. Просто поговорить. Я очень хорошо знаю это чувство.

Когда я вышел из магазина со своим кофе, ко мне подошёл другой пенсионер. Нет, он не просил денег. Я видел его уже несколько раз. Он просто хотел поговорить — о том, что у него наболело. Об обстрелах. О выживании. О том, что сейчас он никому не нужен.

После этих двух контактов мне стало невыносимо. Хотелось сделать больше, но я даже не понимал — что именно, где и как. И ещё сильнее я понял, как мне хочется быть вне этого театра абсурда.

Почему весь мир молчит, когда мы кричим?

К чему все мои интервью и эти события — словно мы на арене цирка? Мы платим жизнями. Платим выкупами за мужчин, вырванных из рук людоловов. А мир не реагирует. Я просто смотрю на свой город с разбитым сердцем.

Я хорошо понимаю того пенсионера. Сейчас, получив травму, мне тяжело даже с домашними делами. И вот странная деталь: в ту первую ночь после травмы, когда я пришёл домой, в темноте упал — рядом были мои коты. Темнота. И мне хотелось плакать. Не тихо — громко. Не из-за того, что происходит в моей жизни, а из-за осознания того, что я не могу это изменить.

Красиво звучит фраза: измени своё отношение к тому, на что не можешь повлиять.
Но правда в том, что я очень хочу изменить именно свою жизнь.
А сейчас — не могу.

И, наверное, единственное, что остаётся — не ожесточиться.
Не пройти мимо.
И продолжать говорить — даже если кажется, что нас не слышат.

Note translated in assistance with AI.

Today I want to write a few words about what is happening right now.
And about one very strong moment of these days.

I have already written that the situation with electricity and heating is difficult. More than that — the city is covered in ice. There is a lack of resources, a lack of human hands to fight the elements, not to mention the consequences of the war. This is something people who are not here simply cannot understand.

A few days ago, a group of electricians who had come to repair damage after shelling were taken into the army прямо from the repair site. The city roads are almost without light and covered in ice. Pedestrians often fall прямо on the roadway. The same problem exists in hospitals — there is a lack of orderlies, a lack of men. I am not even talking about doctors. Those who are there are young and inexperienced: the last few years, because of COVID and everything else, education has been largely regressive.

I stopped to get a coffee and talk with an acquaintance. While I was waiting for him in the shop where we usually buy coffee, an elderly woman was standing in line, choosing sausage. She asked which one tasted better. They showed her and named the price — she immediately chose the cheaper one. But even for that, she didn’t have enough money. The same happened with other basic things: cookies, bread, the simplest necessities.

I could see she was barely standing, leaning on a cane — she had recently fallen on the ice. Age. I know the shop assistant, I am a regular there, so I simply asked to pay for everything for her. And for food for her cats as well. Inside, everything was tearing apart. No matter what period of life I am going through right now, I know how hard it is for her. And for hundreds of thousands of others like her.

I can at least leave my emotions here.
But many people have no one to talk to.
Just to talk.
I know this feeling very well.

When I left the shop with my coffee, another pensioner approached me. No, he didn’t want money. I had already seen him several times before. He just wanted to talk — about what hurt him. About shelling. About survival. About the feeling that he is no longer needed by anyone.

After these two encounters, it became unbearable. I wanted to do more, but I didn’t even know what exactly, where or how. And even more clearly, I understood how much I want to be outside this theatre of the absurd.

Why does the whole world stay silent when we are screaming?

What are all my interviews for, and all these events — as if we are on a circus arena? We pay with our lives. We pay with ransoms to pull men out of the hands of human hunters. And the world does not react. I just look at my city with a broken heart.

I understand that pensioner very well. Now, after my injury, even everyday household things are not easy for me. And here is a strange detail: on the very first night after the injury, when I came home and fell in the darkness, my cats were nearby. Darkness. And I wanted to cry. Not quietly — loudly. Not because of what is happening in my life, but because of the realization that I cannot change this.

It sounds beautiful to say: change your attitude to the things you cannot influence.
But the truth is, I really want to change my life itself.
And right now — I can’t.

And maybe the only thing that remains
is not to harden.
Not to look away.
And to keep speaking —
even when it feels like no one hears us.
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lightofdaye ([personal profile] lightofdaye) wrote2026-02-06 10:16 pm

Star Trek Starfleet Academy S1E5 (spoilers)

Episode 5 is a love letter to Ben Sisko.


Series Acclimation Mil )
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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2026-02-06 03:34 pm

There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water

It has been snowing lightly and steadily since I woke this morning. Those five hours of sleep were the most I have gotten in a seven-day week. At the moment a sort of bleach-silvered effect has started around the overcast sun: it seems to make the west-facing windows across the street reflect mercury-green. There were sunshowers in the snowfall, but not while I was out walking.

I caught the stone that you threw. )

I can tell that my ability to think in media is reviving because in twenty-six years it had never occurred to me to fancast Stefan Fabbre and all of a sudden I thought that, fair-haired, dry-voiced, the moody, unsteady one in the family, in 1976 he would have been in Clive Francis' wheelhouse. [personal profile] gwynnega has suggested that Millard Lampell deserves his own Library of America volume and I'd order it in a hot second.
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pegkerr ([personal profile] pegkerr) wrote2026-02-06 03:28 pm

2026 52 Card Project: Week 5: Maeve

So I have recently had something non-terrible happen. I have acquired a new car, a 2023 Hyundai Tucson. This has been an extraordinary leap forward in technology for me. In fact, I have remarked that driving it after years of driving my old 2000 Toyota Camry, I feel rather like I am piloting a spaceship.

It has seat warmers! It has a video console! You can move the side mirrors in before entering the garage! It has a backup camera!

This may seem like old hat to you--to anyone who is driving anything built in the last decade--but it is entirely wondrous to me.

I name my cars in alphabetical order, boy-girl-boy-girl. My last car was named Lafayette, so this one needed to be a girl's 'M' name.

Given recent events, I decided that I needed a warrior queen's name and settled upon Maeve.

Image description: Background: deep space, seen over the surface of a planet. A black car (Hyundai Tuscon) sits on the planet surface. A sleek spaceship hovers overhead.

Maeve

5 Maeve

Click on the links to see the 2026, 2025, 2024, 2023, 2022 and 2021 52 Card Project galleries.
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lydamorehouse ([personal profile] lydamorehouse) wrote2026-02-06 02:34 pm

News from the Midway Trenches (St. Paul)

 The news continues to be not great... and hopeful, all at once. 

ICE is supposedly shipping some 700 of its roughnecks off to other parts of the country, but if anything they seem to be sending the slackers away? The ones who are making their quotas seem to still be on the ground and out in force.

The mutual aid folks I work for, the Food Communists, had one of their deliverers get boxed in by ICE vehicles on Wednesday, demanding to know where they thought they were going with all those groceries and where did all that come from anyway? The driver apparently made oblique noises about having come from a food distribution warehouse and the ICE agents said, "You mean that church over there?" clearly indicating the church basement that my folks operate out of. And, then, apparently, getting their lines directly out of the villain's playbook, the ICE guys added, "Shame if anything were to happen to that church." Then they threatened to dump all the groceries the next time they spotted this guy. The Food Communists are keeping (and I am not inflating this number) 13,000 households fed. If that network went dark, people would suffer.

That threat happened on Wedensday afternoon. When Mason and I wandered in for our usual shift on Thursday we were told to go away until later in the day in order to keep the numbers of volunteers low so that everyone could be protected. The organizer there was really shaken by the threat and was wearing a bulletproof vest. By Friday (today), I saw some activity at the church as I was driving home from the mosque. Y'all you'll never guess what I saw!  The Food Communists were being visibly protected by VETERANS FOR PEACE. This is a bedfellow in the revolution I would not have predicted, but here we are. 

As I've started saying, "Worst timeline; best people." 

Meanwhile, at the mosque today we all heard from another organizer that apparently the Goyim Defense League, actual Neo-Nazis, have rolled into Midway and, last night, apparently, stabbed one of the peaceful protestors at the Bridge Brigrade (which is what we call the loose collection of people who pick a random highway overpass bridge to hold up signs on) two blocks of my house, at Aldine. The protestor is okay? But, STABBED. JFC. The irony, of course, is that even though a lot of the sentiment is "F*ck ICE," around here I would say that a good 75%-85% of the signs say things like "We love our immigrant neighbors" and "ICE Out, Love in." Not sure why the antisemites have a particular beef with the anti-ICE people, but maybe they think we're all being funded by someone from one of their conspiracy theories. Who knows. F*ck those f*ckers. Also NOT WELCOME here.

Speaking of my mosque duty, I have finally personally been handed a heart-shaped donut by someone who was driving around doing nice things for the protectors. The mutual love here is really something special, y'all. It is life giving. In part because it's so random and so loving. This person was wearing a hijab and so perhaps she was especially doing nice things for folks in front of mosques or other Somali-immigrant places, but I wouldn't swear to it. She seemed like she had a car full of donuts and was just handing them out to people she saw protecting, which is so 100% Minnesota's response to this crisis. She was so pleased to be helping us help others. Like, so many smiles. So many thank you, no THANK YOUs getting bandied about. It was delightful. And given that I spotted my second ever "definitely ICE with those bandanas over their faces" vehicle, a really, really welcome bit of joy among all the fear and tension.

This part is fully difficult to explain to people not from around here. Like, you don't understand the random, chaotic, yet somehow fully organized nature of this resistance.... and how much goddamn love is going into every moment of it. The Veterans for Peace showed up for the Food Communists! Like, within two days!!  And it feels like for every stabbing or act of shitty Nazism, twenty thousand more people are haphazardly driving around and handing out hot cocoa and donuts to people with whistles (an exaggeration, surely, but it is absolutely HOW IT FEELS on the ground.) Sure, one guy flipped us off, but the the amount of support and genuine acts of kindness outnumber the bullshit a thousand fold. 

I believe we will win.  I believe we will win because this community is standing strong and continues to grow and is motivated not by hatred or greed, but by LOVE and kindness and community. When those sh*theads realize that their bonuses aren't forthcoming, their health care will never actually kick in, and their paychecks bounce, their motivation will evaporate. We will still be here keeping our neighbors safe. We'll still be making cookies for each other and feeding our hungry and sheltering our vunerable and singing. 

Speaking of, I have to tell you one other crazy thing. 

People actually now have forms they give each other in case they go to a high-risk protest or an event where they think they might be arrested or detained. Our neighbors came over last night with one and a set of keys to their apartment. This form is terrifying, you all. It says things on it like, "If you don't hear from this person by ___ time, contact the following people..." I felt extremely honored to be handed this responsibility, but holy crap. What is this timeline? How are we in a place where my literal neighbors have to hand me a list of who they were with and who should take care of their cats in case they are disappeared?

Of course, we had this solemn exchange of information and what did I say when they were leaving? "Have a good time!" (God, I felt stupid.) Also, the "speaking of" of all this is that I believe they were headed to what we colloquially call "band practice" here in the Twin Cities. Band practice is the folks who set up outside of hotels that are hosting ICE personel and make as much noise as possible all night long. Every grain of sand in the gears, my friend. Every grain of sand.


injustice to one
A tiny sign on a stick no larger than a chopstick with the words, "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere...whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly."
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osprey_archer ([personal profile] osprey_archer) wrote2026-02-06 04:02 pm

Book Review: Lieutenant Hornblower

Although Lieutenant Hornblower is the second book chronologically in the Hornblower series, it was one of the later books written in the series. So, although the narrator is in fact Lieutenant Bush rather than Hornblower himself, it is very much a Hornblower book, which has the presumably unintentional effect of making Bush sound absolutely obsessed with Hornblower.

Oh, sure, he’s constantly running down Hornblower’s appearance (he looks like a scarecrow! He looked like he dressed in the dark and forgot to straighten his clothes!)... but that just shows he’s extremely aware of Hornblower’s appearance, as he rarely comments on how anyone else looks. He stares at Hornblower’s beautiful, skillful, fascinating hands (yes, he actually describes them as fascinating), and wonders if admiring a junior lieutenant smacks of French equalitarianism. He watches Hornblower drink a bucket of water from the well, which sluices down his chin and soaks his white shirt, and “The very sight of him was enough to make Bush, who had already had one drink from the well, feel consumed with thirst all over again.”

I mean yes they did just complete a sneak attack during which no one had a drink in the tropical heat for at least 12 hours, but also WOW. That’s what seeing Hornblower in a wet shirt does to a man, huh!

And then Bush is wounded, and the last thing he remembers before he blacks out is Hornblower’s pleading, tender voice… his gentle hands… the feeling of being safe and comforted by Hornblower’s presence… And once he’s in hospital on land, Hornblower brings him an entire basket of tropical fruit, and Bush is so bowled over he barely manages a “Thank you,” and then they just gaze at each other, which, let’s be real, is probably Hornblower’s preferred love language: Significant Looks.

Then later on Hornblower gets appointed captain, and Bush is so thrilled and so drunk that he ends the night stumbling down the hall, both arms around Hornblower’s neck, bellowing “FOR HE’S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW” at the top of his lungs as Hornblower helps him to bed. One presumes that Forester simply cut out before Bush dragged Hornblower in for a sloppy drunken kiss and Hornblower patted him awkwardly on the shoulder and fled.

So yes, all the people who recced Hornblower on the grounds that it is very slashy are 100% right. Amazing. This may in fact be the high point of slashiness for the series, as it seems unlikely that Hornblower POV is ever going to be quite as obsessed with Bush as Bush is with Hornblower (the series after all is not called Lieutenant Bush), but we shall see.

Oh, as for the actual plot, spoilers )
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flo_nelja ([personal profile] flo_nelja) wrote2026-02-06 08:56 pm
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Stuff I Love: Top Ten Edition Challenge 1

A new challenge for February! ow pressure, one top 10 every week.
For the first week

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!

Top 10 of short stories that stayed with me )

Absolutely none of these stories are realistic, they all have some kind of supernatural or sci-fi element, which wasn't part of the selection, it's just how my tastes work :D
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autobotscoutriella ([personal profile] autobotscoutriella) wrote2026-02-06 02:58 pm
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Listening to a Redwall audiobook on my way to work may have been a mistake. I am now sitting at my desk thinking longingly of how nice it would be to be a little mouse with a big library and some nice snacks and very little need to go outside during a cold winter, instead of wrangling terribly designed databases.

(I do have snacks, to be fair. We're having a "congratulations, you graduated" party. But it is not the same thing.)
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Schreiber ([personal profile] choco_frosh) wrote2026-02-06 02:30 pm
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Unpopular opinion:
"Balance Competing Priorities" should be a job requirement ONLY for people who are in supervisory positions.