Suicide Run by Salchat (T)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Categories: friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 5,465
Author's Journal:salchat
Author's Website: Salchat on AO3
Link Fic: Suicide Run
Author's summary: John decides it's now or never - he has to confront Rodney about how he feels, before his friend leaves Atlantis to begin a new life with Jennifer. But his big confession is more disastrous than even John expected...
Why This Must Be Read: This fic by the awesome Salchat is beautifully written, with such an artist’s eye for detail and description. The way she shows the emotional turmoil of both, seen through each other’s eyes, is incredible—painful and glorious in equal measure. It’s an emotional masterpiece, a journey through hell and back for both Rodney and John, but with the best possible outcome: finding the love of their lives.
( snippet of fic )
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Categories: friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 5,465
Author's Journal:
salchatAuthor's Website: Salchat on AO3
Link Fic: Suicide Run
Author's summary: John decides it's now or never - he has to confront Rodney about how he feels, before his friend leaves Atlantis to begin a new life with Jennifer. But his big confession is more disastrous than even John expected...
Why This Must Be Read: This fic by the awesome Salchat is beautifully written, with such an artist’s eye for detail and description. The way she shows the emotional turmoil of both, seen through each other’s eyes, is incredible—painful and glorious in equal measure. It’s an emotional masterpiece, a journey through hell and back for both Rodney and John, but with the best possible outcome: finding the love of their lives.
( snippet of fic )
they claim it will ricochet through my life
Apr. 20th, 2026 02:52 pmmusesfoolThere was some good hockey over the weekend, though given some of the match-ups, I am rooting for teams I have never rooted for before. It's very disconcerting! I mean, some of it is just, I guess I hate this team less than that team (e.g., Pens vs Flyers, and I guess it's cool that Crosby is making what may be his final Cup run but ugh, Pittsburgh; otoh, the only thing the Flyers have going for them is Gritty, and that is not enough, considering everything else about them) or I hate this team so much more than I hate that team (I am rooting for Montreal, my friends. The Habs! I don't even know who I am anymore! But Ryan McDonagh notwithstanding, I do not like the Bolts at all). And as much as I'd like to see Kreider win (a hilarious rebuke to Drury and Dolan), I can't root for Joel Quenneville (and also Anaheim is not making a run).
In some cases, the choice is easy (I still have not forgiven the Kings for 2012 and I have a fondness for the Avs; I root for Dallas because of![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
angelgazing, and also because while I'd love to see Mats Zuccarello win a Cup, Bill Guerin can go fuck himself, as can VGK and Carter Hart, so Mammoth all the way, there - plus the ZAMMOTH (or the Mammboni, if you're nasty)).
Overall, I would like to see Buffalo win it all, and I enjoyed their game, but if it has to be a Canadian team, at this point, I would pick Montreal over Ottawa (disqualified due to Brady Tkachuk) or Edmonton (ugh, McDavid's vibes are rancid, imo). At least I like Martin St. Louis, and their kids seem fun and their game was also entertaining.
And as I said on bsky last night, Henrik Lundqvist looked like an ANGEL in his silver suit. He just gets more handsome every time I see him. *dreamy sigh*
Anyway!
Today's poem:
White Noise
by Alice Pettway
I ordered silence online,
from the makers
of that robot vacuum,
the one that terrifies cats.
They claim it will ricochet
through my life, siphoning
the mewling of the computer
in its dark cubby, the shiver
of leaves, even the snap of fish beaks
against coral, the air conditioner
accelerating endlessly
around its distant track.
I asked customer support
if there was an attachment
to suck the cacophony
out of my head. For this,
I said, I would pay extra,
whatever they asked, really.
No response came.
I lay on the rug. The machine
ran along my legs, the side
of my face. I imagined
as loudly as possible, waiting
for the indicator to switch on,
for the whir and pinch of suction.
The room is quiet now.
Even the stuffing in the couch
does not exhale beneath my weight.
*
In some cases, the choice is easy (I still have not forgiven the Kings for 2012 and I have a fondness for the Avs; I root for Dallas because of
Overall, I would like to see Buffalo win it all, and I enjoyed their game, but if it has to be a Canadian team, at this point, I would pick Montreal over Ottawa (disqualified due to Brady Tkachuk) or Edmonton (ugh, McDavid's vibes are rancid, imo). At least I like Martin St. Louis, and their kids seem fun and their game was also entertaining.
And as I said on bsky last night, Henrik Lundqvist looked like an ANGEL in his silver suit. He just gets more handsome every time I see him. *dreamy sigh*
Anyway!
Today's poem:
White Noise
by Alice Pettway
I ordered silence online,
from the makers
of that robot vacuum,
the one that terrifies cats.
They claim it will ricochet
through my life, siphoning
the mewling of the computer
in its dark cubby, the shiver
of leaves, even the snap of fish beaks
against coral, the air conditioner
accelerating endlessly
around its distant track.
I asked customer support
if there was an attachment
to suck the cacophony
out of my head. For this,
I said, I would pay extra,
whatever they asked, really.
No response came.
I lay on the rug. The machine
ran along my legs, the side
of my face. I imagined
as loudly as possible, waiting
for the indicator to switch on,
for the whir and pinch of suction.
The room is quiet now.
Even the stuffing in the couch
does not exhale beneath my weight.
*
Weird times (CW for apocalyptic musings)
Apr. 21st, 2026 02:19 ammificI'm feeling too tired to write properly about this, but here goes. I'm subscribed to NZ National Geographic online magazine, which is a reasonably trustworthy source, and last Friday I learned that NZ only has 18 days of onshore diesel stored. By now I guess it's down to 15 days. No idea if the article is accessible if you don't have a sub, but here's the link.
I've been ruminating in a confused way about that, since Friday. Will it be the start of supply line collapse here, as we're at the far end of that chain, in worldwide terms? Or just a period of restrictions, annoyances and a degree of belt tightening? It'll affect two things massively - transport, and farming. Like, the trucks that bring food and essentials to supermarkets, and deliver groceries to us, and in the longer term, it'll affect the farms growing the food.
Bring an old bastard who's profoundly unfit and who doesn't get out much, there's not a lot I can do for others, except maybe to help my immediate neighbours in some way. And I vacillate between vague prepping notions, nihilism, and thinking it'll turn out to be nothing after all. But I read apocafics, so I wonder. I mean, my car's petrol tank is fairly full and I use it only occasionally, but if it runs out will there still be buses? Which doubtless run on diesel. And if petrol gets harder to come by will people start stealing it, like, siphoning it off from cars parked outside like mine is, close to the road?
The fuel crisis expert guy in the article, Nathan Surendran, recommends talking to neighbours to prepare, but I'd definitely feel weird if I did that. At this point, anyway, when things alternate between feeling totally normal or like we're all fiddling while Rome burns. Or doesn't burn, due to the lack of diesel.
Guess I'll get an extra grocery delivery in, and make sure I have seeds in case I need to clear my garden beds of flowers and plant veggies more seriously. And I did unearth my camping gas stove and lamp in the last "cyclone", but I think we'll have power, as most of our grid runs on hydroelectricity (with the parts to repair the power stations probably delivered by diesel-powered trucks).
Well, we'll see if this is anything. Covid was fast. A week or three of worrying reports then (for us, here) whammo, lockdown. It felt surreal at the time. This is like that pre-Covid prodromal period with some signs and warnings cropping up but no one here taking it seriously, mostly. And our government now is largely shits and idiots, not a decent crisis leader like Jacinta, who actually listened to experts.
I'll keep fiddling, and let you know how it goes.
I've been ruminating in a confused way about that, since Friday. Will it be the start of supply line collapse here, as we're at the far end of that chain, in worldwide terms? Or just a period of restrictions, annoyances and a degree of belt tightening? It'll affect two things massively - transport, and farming. Like, the trucks that bring food and essentials to supermarkets, and deliver groceries to us, and in the longer term, it'll affect the farms growing the food.
Bring an old bastard who's profoundly unfit and who doesn't get out much, there's not a lot I can do for others, except maybe to help my immediate neighbours in some way. And I vacillate between vague prepping notions, nihilism, and thinking it'll turn out to be nothing after all. But I read apocafics, so I wonder. I mean, my car's petrol tank is fairly full and I use it only occasionally, but if it runs out will there still be buses? Which doubtless run on diesel. And if petrol gets harder to come by will people start stealing it, like, siphoning it off from cars parked outside like mine is, close to the road?
The fuel crisis expert guy in the article, Nathan Surendran, recommends talking to neighbours to prepare, but I'd definitely feel weird if I did that. At this point, anyway, when things alternate between feeling totally normal or like we're all fiddling while Rome burns. Or doesn't burn, due to the lack of diesel.
Guess I'll get an extra grocery delivery in, and make sure I have seeds in case I need to clear my garden beds of flowers and plant veggies more seriously. And I did unearth my camping gas stove and lamp in the last "cyclone", but I think we'll have power, as most of our grid runs on hydroelectricity (with the parts to repair the power stations probably delivered by diesel-powered trucks).
Well, we'll see if this is anything. Covid was fast. A week or three of worrying reports then (for us, here) whammo, lockdown. It felt surreal at the time. This is like that pre-Covid prodromal period with some signs and warnings cropping up but no one here taking it seriously, mostly. And our government now is largely shits and idiots, not a decent crisis leader like Jacinta, who actually listened to experts.
I'll keep fiddling, and let you know how it goes.
multifandom icons.
Apr. 20th, 2026 11:38 amwickedgame posting in fandom_iconsFandoms: Alias, Bed Friend, Derry Girls, Free!, Good Trouble, Heated Rivalry, Merlin, One Piece, Star Trek: Starfleet Academy, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, The Last of Us, XO, Kitty
the rest are HERE @mundodefieras
the rest are HERE @
mundodefieras halves of nothing at the center of time
Apr. 19th, 2026 03:12 pmmusesfoolI realize I never followed up on the vanilla cupcakes and they did stay moist for 4 days in an airtight container and didn't get that weird texture where you can tell they're going bad, nor did they dry out, so. A++ on the hot milk method. So I am making them today, as well as my favorite chocolate cupcake recipe (it is actually a cake recipe but it makes 40 mini cupcakes as written) and then tomorrow I will make whipped ganache for the vanilla and vanilla Swiss meringue buttercream for the chocolate, and bring them to work on Tuesday, since one of my attorneys is pregnant, and this is likely the last time she'll be in the office with us until the fall. She was all, "no need to make a fuss!" but my boss was like, "Cupakes? :D :D :D" so of course, I was also like, "Cupcakes! :D :D :D"
*
Today's poem:
Mother, Kitchen
By Ouyang Jianghe
(Translated from the Chinese by Austin Woerner )
Where the immemorial and the instant meet, opening and distance appear.
Through the opening: a door, crack of light.
Behind the door, a kitchen.
Where the knife rises and falls, clouds gather, disperse.
A lightspeed joining of life and death, cut
in two: halves of a sun, of slowness.
Halves of a turnip.
A mother in the kitchen, a lifetime of cuts.
A cabbage cut into mountains and rivers,
a fish, cut along its leaping curves,
laid on the table
still yearning for the pond.
Summer's tofu
cut into premonitions of snow.
A potato listens to the onion-counterpoint
of the knife, dropping petals at its strokes:
self and thing, halves of nothing
at the center of time.
Where gone and here meet, the knife rises, falls.
But this mother is not holding a knife.
What she has been given is not a knife
but a few fallen leaves.
The fish leaps over the blade from the sea
to the stars. The table is in the sky now,
the market has been crammed into the refrigerator,
and she cannot open cold time.
***
*
Today's poem:
Mother, Kitchen
By Ouyang Jianghe
(Translated from the Chinese by Austin Woerner )
Where the immemorial and the instant meet, opening and distance appear.
Through the opening: a door, crack of light.
Behind the door, a kitchen.
Where the knife rises and falls, clouds gather, disperse.
A lightspeed joining of life and death, cut
in two: halves of a sun, of slowness.
Halves of a turnip.
A mother in the kitchen, a lifetime of cuts.
A cabbage cut into mountains and rivers,
a fish, cut along its leaping curves,
laid on the table
still yearning for the pond.
Summer's tofu
cut into premonitions of snow.
A potato listens to the onion-counterpoint
of the knife, dropping petals at its strokes:
self and thing, halves of nothing
at the center of time.
Where gone and here meet, the knife rises, falls.
But this mother is not holding a knife.
What she has been given is not a knife
but a few fallen leaves.
The fish leaps over the blade from the sea
to the stars. The table is in the sky now,
the market has been crammed into the refrigerator,
and she cannot open cold time.
***
AO3 collections for VidUKon 2026
Apr. 19th, 2026 06:16 pmcondnsdmlk posting in vidukon_cardiffIf you're premiering a vid at this year's con, we have two unrevealed AO3 collections you can add your vids to:
Premieres collection – for vids premiering in the Premieres show. Will be revealed once the Premiers show is live.
Themed premieres collection – for vids premiering outside of the Premieres show. Will be revealed after the con.
Premieres collection – for vids premiering in the Premieres show. Will be revealed once the Premiers show is live.
Themed premieres collection – for vids premiering outside of the Premieres show. Will be revealed after the con.
Creators revealed!
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Three Weeks For Dreamwidth 2026 \o/
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Just Create - Beard Edition
Apr. 18th, 2026 05:49 pmsilvercat17 posting in justcreate What are you working on? What have you finished? What do you need encouragement on?
Are there any cool events or challenges happening that you want to hype?
What do you just want to talk about?
What have you been watching or reading?
Chores and other not-fun things count!
Remember to encourage other commenters and we have a discord where we can do work-alongs and chat, linked in the sticky.
One Week to Deadline! Treat Tracker!
Apr. 19th, 2026 12:21 ammaythe4th posting in maythe4thbewithyouYour works are due at 2359 UTC on April 25, or just under seven days from now. Countdown to assignment deadline.
Reminder: works that are still in Draft form do not count as a fulfilled assignment. If you have not submitted a full length completed assignment that is a) minimum length/size, b) complete (no 1/? or 4/? chapter counts), and c) is NOT in Draft form by the deadline you will be defaulted and you will not be guaranteed a gift. Stories that are bullet point lists or outlines will not be considered complete works. Stories that have [insert planet name here] or other placeholder text will not be considered complete works. Stories or art that have a listed DNW, or do not contain at least one of your recipient's requested tags, will not be considered complete works so do check your assignment email carefully!
If you have already turned in your assignment, thank you! If you would like to leave a request for treats, check out the Grab Bag post, or if you want to browse treats, try out the Automagic App List of Requests or the Treat Tracker Spreadsheet.
Contact the mods by replying to posts or by email: maythe4thmod@gmail.com
Reminder: works that are still in Draft form do not count as a fulfilled assignment. If you have not submitted a full length completed assignment that is a) minimum length/size, b) complete (no 1/? or 4/? chapter counts), and c) is NOT in Draft form by the deadline you will be defaulted and you will not be guaranteed a gift. Stories that are bullet point lists or outlines will not be considered complete works. Stories that have [insert planet name here] or other placeholder text will not be considered complete works. Stories or art that have a listed DNW, or do not contain at least one of your recipient's requested tags, will not be considered complete works so do check your assignment email carefully!
If you have already turned in your assignment, thank you! If you would like to leave a request for treats, check out the Grab Bag post, or if you want to browse treats, try out the Automagic App List of Requests or the Treat Tracker Spreadsheet.
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the greenest saddest strongest kind of hope
Apr. 18th, 2026 05:40 pmmusesfoolToday's poem:
A Certain Kind of Eden
by Kay Ryan
It seems like you could, but you can't go back and pull
the roots and runners and replant.
It's all too deep for that.
You've overprized intention,
have mistaken any bent you're given
for control. You thought you chose
the bean and chose the soil.
You even thought you abandoned
one or two gardens. But those things
keep growing where we put them—
if we put them at all.
A certain kind of Eden holds us thrall.
Even the one vine that tendrils out alone
in time turns on its own impulse,
twisting back down its upward course
a strong and then a stronger rope,
the greenest saddest strongest
kind of hope.
*
A Certain Kind of Eden
by Kay Ryan
It seems like you could, but you can't go back and pull
the roots and runners and replant.
It's all too deep for that.
You've overprized intention,
have mistaken any bent you're given
for control. You thought you chose
the bean and chose the soil.
You even thought you abandoned
one or two gardens. But those things
keep growing where we put them—
if we put them at all.
A certain kind of Eden holds us thrall.
Even the one vine that tendrils out alone
in time turns on its own impulse,
twisting back down its upward course
a strong and then a stronger rope,
the greenest saddest strongest
kind of hope.
*
Memories Overcome, by Elenath9 (G)
Apr. 18th, 2026 03:49 pmgoddess47 posting in stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters:Pairings: none
Categories: episode related, hurt/comfort
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1472
Author on DW: none found
Author's Website: AO3 Profile
Link: Memories Overcome
Author's Summary:
Tag for The Gamekeeper. After reliving his parents’ deaths, Daniel needs some time alone to process the experience. He could also use a friend who understands what he’s going through.
Why This Must Be Read:
This is a lovely Jack O'Neill who knows when to give Daniel some space but also makes sure Daniel doesn't get too lost in his own head.
( snippet of fic )
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters:Pairings: none
Categories: episode related, hurt/comfort
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1472
Author on DW: none found
Author's Website: AO3 Profile
Link: Memories Overcome
Author's Summary:
Tag for The Gamekeeper. After reliving his parents’ deaths, Daniel needs some time alone to process the experience. He could also use a friend who understands what he’s going through.
Why This Must Be Read:
This is a lovely Jack O'Neill who knows when to give Daniel some space but also makes sure Daniel doesn't get too lost in his own head.
( snippet of fic )
