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Sandi wasn’t sure what Quinn had been up to, but she focused on the Oakwood map. The Story Oak was in the middle of town and Oscorp had no offices nearby. “Just that place on the east side,” she murmured.

“What’s that?” Daria asked.

“Just noting where Oscorp is present,” Sandi responded.

“The only one we’re aware of,” Daria pointed out.

“I agree.”

Back at the hospital, Officer Vale finished interviewing Ninja Talon. “Thanks for letting me know,” Vale said. “Although there is stuff you held out on.”

“As I said, that’s up to Spidey.”

“And I see you are good friends.”

“We help each other with what we do,” Ninja Talon said.

“I suspect more.”

“But that’s all I’m saying,” Ninja Talon said as she left.

She headed back to the room where Professor Alder had been again placed for observation, where she found him and the silent vigilante playing a game of Go Fish.

“I’ve been thinking,” the Professor said.

“What about?” Ninja Talon said.

“There is no one at the mound right now. Oscorp could make a move and try to locate what they are looking for without regard for keeping the site intact,” the professor said.

“I could go out there and check,” Ninja Talon suggested.

“That would be a good idea,” the Professor said.

“I’ll do it,” Ninja Talon said before sending a text to SpiderGIrl and slipping out of the room.

Quinn read the message from Brittany as she sipped her latte.

“A message?” Joey asked.

“Yes,” Quinn answered. “Nothing to worry about.”

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starspray

Oh my god I'm posting the epilogue of A Hundred Miles Through the Desert tonight! It's coming in at just over 375k words which is wild and also serves me right for deciding I needed to do a weird POV-alternating pattern with eight POV characters. This fic and High in the Clean Blue Air have turned out to be some of the best fiction I've ever written and certainly my top two favorite fics--writing them has been really fun and really rewarding and also really cathartic in a lot of ways, and I can't believe it's almost over. Or at least, the major arc of the series plot--Maglor's story is ending, and I finished the prologue a little while ago and am very happy with it (aside from a few tweaks I need to make sometime later this evening). There's also From that Rubble that I've been working on which is just Desert all over again but from Feanor's perspective, including what he's doing off-screen, and featuring more Findis, Lalwen, and Fingolfin.

There's also probably going to be other spin-off fics in this 'verse because I'm really not ready to let it all go. But it's moving down the priorities list, which is both nice and weird and sad all at once.

Uhh what else. The asparagus is coming up! But we got hit with a very cold snap that included a freeze warning, so that killed some of the flowers that were blooming and also took out some of the asparagus stalks, but that's fine, there's a bunch more coming up. My peonies are also budding, which is very nice. And we had a red-headed woodpecker hang around the backyard on Friday! They're not usually found around here and I spotted him entirely by chance, so that was neat. Dad tried to get some good photos with his nice camera but there always seemed to be branches and things in the way.

I made a marble cake the other day that turned out very nice. I'm next going to try this zebra cake which is basically the same thing but in an actual cake pan and with a stripy pattern to it rather than just dropping the batter in random blobs.

Am still in a reading slump. If I could just. Finish a book? That would be great. I keep picking them up and even if I'm enjoying them I end up putting them down halfway through and just not picking them up again, and it's very annoying. I think in large part it's because most of my brain has been occupied with Desert, so maybe now that that's done I'll be able to focus on other things.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: The Breaking Light - Vienna Teng & Alex Wong

rekishi

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shirebound

I'm sad to report that

obeliamedusa's husband has posted the news that Hannah passed away recently, and very suddenly. They had only married a year or two ago. Hannah and I met through the "Lord of the Rings" fanfiction community back in 2003, and never lost touch. Small groups of us would travel around the country to visit one another, and Hannah's home with its extraordinary sculpture she named "Tiny Bag End" was a must-see destination. She was so intelligent, friendly, and welcoming, and I'll never forget her.

Matt's post:

https://obeliamedusa.livejournal.com/433594.html (friends locked)

fardell24

January '26: http://fardell30.deadjournal.com/341353.html

February '26: http://fardell30.deadjournal.com/343620.html

March '26: https://fardell24b.tumblr.com/post/812404985781420032/church-notes-march-2026

April '26: https://fardell24b.tumblr.com/post/814937268519354368/church-notes-april-2026

fardell24

( Church notes - April 2026 )

fardell24

26th
1 Corinthians 12:1 - 11
Spiritual Gifts
Different people have different gifts.

Opportunity to serve.
Paul was addressing a young church with many issues.

vs 7
Given for the common good.

It is not about you. It's about the Body; about the common good.
People assume that if they have knowledge about a gift that they would have that particular gift.
Gifts are for seasons, for circumstances. It's the Spirit at work, not the individual.

The common good

Ephesians 4:1 - 13
Building people up so that they become fully mature in Christ.

starspray

Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: T
Characters: Finwe, Original Characters
Warnings: (past) Character Death
Summary: In the dark woods near the Waters of Awakening, Finwë's brothers are taken. In Valinor, when the Trees wither, Finwë is slain. In the Fourth Age, things take place long thought impossible.
Note: This fic takes place in my meanwhile the world goes on 'verse, but can be read standalone. The last chapter will contain spoilers for the end of A Hundred Miles Through the Desert.

First Chapter

Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
- “Will there really be a morning?” by Emily Dickinson

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Current Mood: calm
Current Music: The Weight of Living pt II - Bastille

shirebound

I've barely been able to access LJ for two days. Hopefully whatever's going on (maybe just on my end) sorts itself out soon.

fiachairecht

It is

3weeks4dreamwidth time and I am celebrating the same way I always do by bringing a mini version of my old beloved

sharp_teeth to Dreamwidth! The fest is open to everyone and runs here for the full three weeks (until it's no longer May 15th in any timezone).

a spooky forest with the words 'gen horror prompt fest' overlaid

a spooky forest with the words 'gen horror prompt fest' overlaid

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Rules

☠ This is a comment meme for creating works focussed on horror for any fictional canon, including original works and crossovers.

summerofhorrorexchange has a list of horror subgenres for your inspiration, and you can also re-post prompts from the 2024 round.

☠ RPF is not allowed. Fictionalised versions of real people (e.g. prompts for Gentleman Jack) are allowed, provided they are not in extremely bad taste (war criminals, serial killers, etc). I determine what extremely bad taste is. This rule does not apply to fictional canons.

☠ This is a comment meme for gen (in the relationship sense, i.e. not focussed on romance or sex) fanworks. Background pairings are allowed, but should not be the focus of the work.

☠ This is a comment meme for Dreamwidth. Works should be Dreamwidth-exclusive for the duration of the event, to the extent possible (e.g. artists and podficcers obviously need to host somewhere, but fic should not be posted to AO3 or other sites until after the 15th). You can crosspost anywhere on Dreamwidth (your own journal or fic comm, other thematically relevant comms) at any point during the event, and anywhere else after May 15th.

☠ To participate in the meme, all you have to do is leave a prompt or reply to a prompt with a fill.

☠ Post your prompt as a comment to this post, one prompt per comment. Prompt comment subject lines should follow the format Fandom, Character(s), short description of prompt, for example Zone Blanche, Camille, came back wrong.

☠ 'Any fandom' and 'Specific fandom, any character' prompts are allowed.

☠ If you want to use an image or video as a prompt that's fine, but please link to it with a description rather than putting it directly in the comment.

☠ Post your fills as replies to the prompt comment. Fill comment subject lines should follow the format FILL: title, rating.

☠ If filling an 'Any' prompt, fandom and/or ship names in the fill titles are appreciated but not mandatory

☠ Warnings at the start of fills are appreciated but not mandatory. In fact, the entire comments section is a choose not to warn-friendly space.

☠ Link your fills in the fills thread below. I'll collect them in a masterpost after the event ends. (I mean it this year.)

☠ Multiple fills and self-fills are allowed.

☠ You can use fills you create for this event to fill prompts in other events, as long as those events are also hosted on Dreamwidth and their mods are fine with cross-fills.

☠ Be 18+ and don't be a fuckwit. Complaining that you don't like a prompt, character-bashing, and other wankery will get you banned from my journal. If you're one of the tiny handful of people banned from my journal, you're also banned from this particular event.

Dreamwidth With Friends

Gen horror not your thing? There are other prompt fests ongoing! If you're running one as well, drop the link in the Questions/Etc thread and I'll add it here.

☠

toothpastepancake is running Rarest of Rarepairs: Microedition, for ships with less than 35 works on AO3

☠

likealighthouse is running April Iconathon, for icon fills

☠

precuretokuprompt is running Chemy Card Spring Silly, for works featuring Chemy Cards from Kamen Rider Gotchard

shirebound

Happy Birthday,

kaishin108! I hope you're having a marvelous trip. ♥

fardell24

They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning
We will remember them.

We will remember them
Lest we forget

starspray

Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: T
Characters: Sons of Feanor, Elrond, Feanor, Daeron, various others
Warnings: n/a
Summary: After years in Lórien, Maglor and Maedhros are ready to return to their family and to make something new with their lives--but to move forward, all of Fëanor's sons must decide how, or if, they can ever reconcile with their father.
Note: This fic is a direct sequel to High in the Clean Blue Air.

Prologue / Previous Chapter

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Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Dashboard - Noah Kahan

fardell24

Q Morgendorffer is sure of one thing. Her relationship with Else Sloane is genuine.
Prologue
A Quinn/Elsie date night.

fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14562650/1/

An Archive Of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/83672536/chapters/220496286

galadhir

Despite the rather disparaging title of this post, I've been very pleasantly impressed by the windows people. They did the whole upstairs on Wednesday, not even needing to put ladders up. They just put the outside parts of the window through the gap and pulled it into the socket from the inside.

Then they did all the windows downstairs, and the front door, yesterday. And today they're just finishing off with the patio window/door that leads into the garden and forms the whole wall along the back of the sitting room. This is apparently much more complicated than any of the previous things so it requires a day of its own - certainly they're hard at work on it and have been since 7.55. (It's now 9.43)

I am so pleased with the new front door! The old one was a bit ratty even when we moved in. The blue paint was flaking off and the wood of the doorstep had begun to fall apart - there was a chunk missing. It was also very plain and let the drafts through, and generally we ignored it.

This one however is a nice green colour. It has stained glass, and a knocker in the shape of a bee. It feels sturdier and fits way more snugly in its socket. When the sun shines through the door panels, onto the floor of the hall, it's very beautiful.

The workmen did attempt to force one of our internal doors with a crowbar. (It's a sliding door and it is finicky - there's a knack to it and they didn't have the knack, so they attempted to force it and broke the lock.) But they have fixed that now.

How easy it is for an experienced person to get through a door with a crowbar! A slightly worrying thought.

Well, I think I will get out of the chaos by cycling into town to get groceries and go to the gym. I don't really want to do either of those things, but there's no peace to be had here, so why not?

rekishi

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fardell24

USS Cerritos has its latest Second Contact mission at an M-class planet nearly entirely covered in water and inhabited by aquatic humanoids near the Klingon Border.

fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14562456/1/

Archive Of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/83623316

galadhir

Here we are again - 7.55 in the morning and workmen all over the house. I mean, it's our own fault, we booked them to come and change our windows. The windows that came with the house are now over 20 years old, and on many of them the double glazing is compromised, and on several of them the wood surroundings are moldy and black mold is beginning to creep into our bedroom.

This was a situation that needed something doing about it even before we had the heat pump put in. But the heat pump people said that if we were going to be properly efficient with the heat pump we should make sure the windows were insulated to standard, which our rotten old windows were not. So that precipitated us to finally do something about them.

In theory therefore we are pleased that they are here and doing their thing. However, 'an Englishman's home is his castle' etc, and this always feels like an invasion. Plus there is a lot of banging going on, plaster is raining down on us, and we're afraid to go to the toilet in case they take the window away while we're in there.

They're here for four days. I wonder how we'll hold up. Our tempers got frayed very thin during the heat pump installation but we managed to hold on to them. I hope it will be like exercising a muscle - we'll do even better for the practice - and not like having Covid, where the damage mounts up.

Still, I am looking forward to windows you can see out of and window frames you can't put your hand through. Plus a new front door with stained glass panels. Worth waiting for? I hope so.

starspray

Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: T
Characters: Finwe, Original Characters
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: In the dark woods near the Waters of Awakening, Finwë's brothers are taken. In Valinor, when the Trees wither, Finwë is slain. In the Fourth Age, things take place long thought impossible.
Note: This fic takes place in my meanwhile the world goes on 'verse, but can be read standalone. The last chapter will contain spoilers for the end of A Hundred Miles Through the Desert.
Also written for the SWG's Everyman challenge for the prompt: "So it came to pass, some years ere the coming of Oromë, that if any of the Elves strayed far abroad, alone or few together, they would often vanish, and never return; and the Quendi said that the Hunter had caught them, and they were afraid." - The Silmarillion, "Of the Coming of the Elves and the Captivity of Melkor"

AO3 | SWG

Next Chapter

So listen to the darkness, listen to the patterns
Listen to the breathing sea
Listen to the colors, carry them inside you
They will bring you back to me
Listen to the sirens, listen to the heartbeat
Listen to the turning tide
Listen to the murmurs, carry them inside you
‘til we’re on the other side
In the breaking light
- “The Breaking Light” by Vienna Teng

Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye.
Let the stars and songs go.
- “Stars, Songs, Faces” by Carl Sandburg

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Current Music: Homeward Bound - Simon & Garfunkel

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fardell24 - Spider Quinn 21 A View of Oakwood and Ruins - Part 5
starspray - right, i should make a regular post once in a while
rekishi - That could have gone worse
rekishi - 3 weeks 4 Dreamwidth
shirebound - For friends of obeliamedusa
fardell24 - Church notes in 2026 so far
fardell24 - Church notes - April 2026
fardell24 - Church notes - 26th April 2026
starspray - Til We're on the Other Side - Two - is there such a thing as day?
shirebound - Livejournal problems
fiachairecht - three weeks for dreamwdith: a gen horror prompt fest
shirebound - It's a birthday!
fardell24 - ANZAC Day
starspray - A Hundred Miles Through the Desert - Chapter Seventy Five
fardell24 - A Different Morgendorffer, A Different Sloane Prologue
galadhir - It continues
rekishi - Some thoughts on playoffs this year so far (random order)
fardell24 - Star Tre;: Lower Decks: An Aquatic Second Contact Part 1
galadhir - Windows
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