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Title: The Salvage Yard
Author:

brumeier
Challenge(s): #96 Cheers - The Spy Who Came In for a Cold One
Fandom(s): Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators
Series: Rocky Beach 1975
Pairing(s): Trixie Belden/Jupiter Jones
Wordcount: 11,272
Warning(s): Jones family feels, criminals, theft, blackmail, swordplay

Summary: Jupiter Jones works out of his bar, The Salvage Yard, gathering and selling information thanks to a network of informants. When he's approached by a budding journalist named Trixie Belden for help on a case which involves a movie mogul, valuable artwork, and an old foe, he'll find himself out of his comfort zone in a variety of ways.

rogueslayer452

Saw this meme via

harlow_turner_chaotic_ace. I may have done this in the past, or at least a version of it, but since I recently gained new followers I figured why not just do it again.

( Dreamwidth History Meme )

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Alexia Evellyn - Savage Daughters

shirebound

Happy Birthday,

mrowe! Let nothing keep you from having a wonderful day.

sholio

The ~~threatened~~ promised Crusade vid!

No Babylon 5 spoilers; this is just clips from Crusade. It's my usual style of teamy found-family-on-a-spaceship vid. I'm sure everyone is shocked.

Watch on Vimeo

Song: Bye Bye Pride
Artist: Del Amitri
Download: Download 260 Mb zip file (MP4)
Crosspost: Also posted on AO3.

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97 of 108.

The Roulette character was “rolled out” in JSA #28, which established her basic MO: kidnap and brainwash superheroes (or villains, on a slow night), pit them against each other in gladiatorial games, charge big bucks for attendance, dispose of corpses, repeat. She’s survived this long partly by preying on smaller fish: the sort of third- and fourth-tier costumed characters and superteams you might expect to see die in a crossover book. And since the Super Buddies now fit the definition of “third-tier superteam…”

You see where this is going.

( Mary Marvel and Captain Atom are normally top or second-tier, but they lose points by association. )

sparowe

ODB: Anatomy of a Hardening Heart

May 18, 2026/in Our Daily Bread/by YMI

May 18, 2026

READ: Hebrews 3:7-15

Today, if you hear [God’s] voice, do not harden your hearts. Hebrews 3:7-8

It’s fascinating to see your own heart. Recently, I did. Chest pain led me to see a doctor, who ordered tests that allowed me to see that my heart has calcium buildup. More than I should have. Atherosclerosis, the doctors call it: hardening of the arteries.

I’ve made big diet and exercise changes. But I’ve also realized that my cardiac concerns didn’t emerge overnight. In my case, they were the fruit of unhealthy choices. In time, those habits couldn’t help but impact my heart’s health.

Scripture uses similar language to describe being spiritually unhealthy. Our hearts can gradually grow hardened toward God—one day and one choice at a time. Hebrews 3:7-8 (referencing Psalm 95:7-8) says, “Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts as you did in the rebellion.” After God delivered His people from Egypt, they “tested and tried [Him]” (v. 9) during their time in the wilderness.

God had faithfully provided for His people, but they refused to see it (vv. 9-10). What about us? What habits nudge us away from God—day by day hardening our hearts against Him? We all make some of those choices. So I’m thankful that today, right now, God offers to exchange our hearts of stone for those softened by His love (see Ezekiel 36:26).

— Adam Holz

How is God drawing you closer to Him? How can you learn to hear His voice?

Dear Father, sometimes my heart gets tired. Please forgive me for choosing the wrong things. Help me embrace Your offer to cleanse and soften my hard heart.

Source: Our Daily Bread

Current Mood: thoughtful

tielan

You know how sometimes you enter a fandom by the fanfic doorway?

That's me these days.

I mean, it was me back 20 years ago reading my way through Mulder/Scully fic in the X-Files fandom, which I hadn't watched since around S2. (The alien 'oil' freaked me out at the end of S2 and I never ended up going back. Horror and suspense are not my oeuvre.)

But I have very fond memories of reading my way through...golly, I can't even remember the fic archive anymore. But there were a number of "Virtual Seasons" and some fics that were very good - full episode types. Some better than others, obviously, but I still carry the gist of them here and there.

Anyway, more recently, I've read a Heated Rivalry fic or two, but my latest 'go through all the fic' obsession is Avatar: the last Airbender but specifically Zutara fic. And since I haven't seen the series all the way through (I watched Book 1 and maybe got a little way into Book 2, but never got to Book 3), then the AU doesn't bother me. Not that AU has ever bothered me when I'm talking about a pairing I like.

For this, I'm mostly blaming Pinterest, which has turned out to be more addictive for me than Tumblr. I go to FB because I want to know what's going on in my 'real life' friends lives; I go to Threads because it keeps me up to date with world events...and educated about the milieu of life beyond my experience. I scroll through Insta for pictures and sometimes 'turntables' of information and crafts and art and oddities.

But Pinterest has turned into my fandom exploration space. Mostly because all the Tumblr theories end up there, but algorithm'd, not just off a friends feed.

And, after a decade of Maria/Steve and maybe 700 fics, about 1/6th of which I either wrote myself or inspired, it's so nice just to wander into a fandom, plonk myself down, and get to read the best of some 8000 fics without having to create anything myself!

It's true that I've belonged to other fandoms with pairings with a decent amount of fic about my favourites (BBC Merlin: Arthur/Gwen had a reasonable amount, and Bridgerton: Kate/Anthony still has its proponents), but this is ~8000 worth of fics where people have extrapolated four seasons (and a lot of tie-in material) of a non-canon relationship and come out with some beautiful results!

I don't read much in the fandoms I write anymore - as I had to say in the

3weeks4dreamwidth friending meme - "specifically [insert female character here]" because so few of thoe fandoms had a focus on the (usually secondary) female character.

It's true that I'm not getting much sleep, cos I'm too busy reading 100,000 word fics. But this? This is fun.

I feel like I haven't had fun in fandom for a while...

dine

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senmut

AO3 Link | The Right Bait: Zaknafein's Tale (1800 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Forgotten Realms, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Vierna Do'Urden, Jarlaxle Baenre, Drizzt Do'Urden, Original Drow Character(s), Guenhwyvar [Legend of Drizzt]
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rape Aftermath, Ensemble Cast
Summary:

With the right bait, even a deadly predator can be captured... or so they thought. In time, this leads to a fuller family than Drizzt could have dreamed of.

The Right Bait: Zaknakein's Tale

"Zaknafein, father of Drizzt and Vierna, I have a question I may only ask once of you. I swear by the life you gave both of your children, I wish you to know freedom. Will you accept life once more, and help guide us, as well as your grandson?"

The man who had known peace since choosing to die in the place of his son very nearly told the known, and despised, voice to drop into the Abyss. Yet, he was a tactician, a man who had learned to weigh all options, determine the least harmful lie, and build his successes from there.

A grandson? His son and daughter named in the request? And any priestess would of course swear by her own life, being as self-interested as they were, but the phrasing of it was so odd.

"I will."

The room was blissfully dark, only three people near him as Zaknafein fully processed that yes, he lived again.

Four, actually, as he turned his head to see the exhausted face of his daughter on the pillow beside his. She gave a faint smile, then closed her eyes, obviously choosing trust for the others present.

The hat and eye-patch — left eye today — proclaimed his lover as one of those other presences. Opposite him was his son, grown strong and more mature in all of his lines. The young drow, likely just of an age to be schooled, was unknown to him, but a death memory flickered up.

Grandson.

"Can't a man come back to life in privacy?" he managed to say, shifting to get upright, at least sitting that way.

Drizzt was the one that moved to help him do so, putting a bolster behind his back.

"Well, someone had to be on hand to protect your daughter, and keep this pair from spiriting you back to their home among the goodly ones," Jarlaxle proclaimed.

Drizzt snorted. "I'd hardly do so, and Kastan, he's teasing."

"Grandfather would be welcome, Father, but that doesn't keep Aunt protected."

Zaknafein's eyes shot to his son in shock, having presumed it was the elder child that had born progeny. Drizzt gave the barest shake of his head about the subject, and he let go of it.

"So where are we?" he asked instead.

"A fascinating place called Skullport," Jarlaxle said, dropping on the bed at Zak's hip when Drizzt gave ground. "We have acquired a villa, fortified it, and made it a safe haven for your children to share."

"Vierna is on leave from her duties at the Temple of Vhaeraun," Drizzt said. "I was persuaded to bring Kastan over, as he's been training this last year with me or the Sword Mistress. And my sister does need protection while she recovers."

"I am only here a few days," Jarlaxle decreed. "But my outpost here is aware of the villa, and will keep an eye out for any dangers. Your son," and he flourished a hand in Drizzt's direction, "is known to them, and able to work with them, to a degree."

"Hmm." Zak carefully didn't say anything that might tangle him up too quickly in Jarlaxle's plotting; he had a family to re-learn… or just learn anew. "Kastan, is it? Planning to help your father get me back in shape?"

"If you wish me to," Kastan said, his eagerness mostly masked.

"Good." Zak reached a hand out to Jarlaxle then. "Help me up, old friend," and it felt good to not layer that with the nuances they'd had to use to avoid Malice's suspicions, "so my daughter can sleep. I'll get those tales later, since your time is more limited."

"Gladly." Jarlaxle did so, and didn't even tease much as Zak stopped to embrace his son hard, before clasping the young one's shoulder in passing.

Jarlaxle did leave after a few days, and that let Zak focus on what his new life entailed. He was in one corner of the sofa that was the sole piece of furniture in the main room, tucked against a wall, Vierna wrapped in a quilt with her head on his shoulder. He never would have thought this possible, but not only was he savoring it, but she seemed to be as well.

The other two were in the middle of the open space, practicing footwork of a style that Zaknafein did not actually recognize.

"Tell me your tale, Vierna."

"Not much to say. Your death… your words, maybe? Made me brutally aware of the waste of life. I missed Drizzt, for all I did not yet understand that was what I felt. You not being there actively hurt. And the drawn out war with Hun'ett was… just piling up more deaths.

"And I walked away, once I had the whispers of my Lord encouraging me. Jarlaxle found me in the city I was originally staying in to learn my new place. Once he told me Dinin had secured your body in the House fall, I had a goal, and this place was more suitable to gain the experience and lessons I needed." She then sighed. "We did not expect my brother, my Lord and I."

"He is still strange then?"

"Oh, that's one word for it. He likes going out under the skies of the Surface, and he is entirely too good, but he is my brother, my wean-son, and we have decided that our family comes ahead of deities."

"As long as yours remembers not to set you at odds with me," Drizzt said mildly, showing he was paying attention, even as he kept up the steps of this teaching.

"Goes both ways, brother-mine," she sing-songed at him. Zak had to chuckle at them, before tapping out a question on her arm.

"The boy?"

She considered, then tapped her answer back. "They hunted him, using the boy as bait. Neither the mother nor Briza survived it."

Zak winced a bit; he had no doubt that both women had learned the skill of Drizzt's blades in a swift hurry for endangering any child, let alone one he might have suspected as being his own.

"So how did you come to be here, Drizzt?" he asked, slowly stroking Vierna's hair.

"Went above, with help from the svirfneblin maps and gear. Kastan and I found a human family, protected them from danger, but those who came to investigate helped us find drow like ourselves.

"Kastan needed to be safe, somewhere he could learn and grow strong."

"But Father will be quite happy when he can explore the Surface more," Kastan interjected without a mistake in the complex foot shuffle he was practicing. "He does go, now and then, but never for long. And I haven't lacked for anything, from him, since he rescued me from the one who bore me."

"The followers of Eilistraee have a community nearby. They trade here, and learning of my sister's presence, her need for resources as she grew stronger, led to our choice to ally. I only brought Kastan over this time because we knew it would be soon… and he is able to defend himself adequately.

"Which made the journey safer."

"Looking forward to helping make that skill shine."

Drizzt turned, looking at his father. "No need to push, to rush it, or to be more than firm, not now. Neither of the Twins would ask it of our young."

Zaknafein saw something in that need to speak up, to challenge the way Drizzt himself had learned… and he found that he approved strongly.

"No. It will be good, to take time to see how the mistakes happened, work out better habits with practice instead of force," he told his son, and Drizzt relaxed again.

Privately, Zak was damn glad the boy would stand up so firmly to him… proving the strangeness had definitely survived.

A message had come for Drizzt, and though he'd been loathe to leave the rest of them — Kastan just now training, Zaknafein gathering his stamina back, and Vierna recuperating from performing a resurrection — he had not been able to decline the need for his abilities.

"Go on. I don't need stamina to end most threats," Zak pointed out. "Your sister can and will push past this for spellwork. And your son is already better than third year students."

"I'll return, as soon as I am able," Drizzt promised, before gearing up. Zak wanted to ask questions about the tube of long crossbow bolts, and the slightly curved staff, but he would hold them for later.

Kastan watched his father leave, then squared his shoulders and looked at Zak.

"Teach me more?" he asked, the look on his face one that Drizzt wore when he had set on a course and would not be dissuaded.

"Let's practice that elf style he's been working with you on, see how we can better adapt it," Zak offered, and Kastan nodded.

"I just… he won't let himself go be true to himself, not fully, until he's certain I can protect myself."

"Then, grandson, he's going to be holding himself back a long time… because he loves you, and seeing you grow up matters as much to him as it ever did for me. Only he gets the chance to do so.

"Don't rush finding maturity and skill because you think you're holding him back. He wants to be there for you."

Kastan considered those words, took a deep breath, and then smiled. "Right. Then I need to train up to be able to go with him, to the lighter things he should be doing, as a compromise!"

Zak laughed, low and soft, nodding to the reasoning. He'd never want to go above, but if Drizzt ever needed him to, he would. For now, he helped his son the best he could, by helping his grandchild.

Drizzt slipped in quietly, watching as Kastan and Zak sparred, less a teaching moment and more of a joyful testing of skill. He'd only had to be gone five days, as the trouble had been local and magic had delivered him back here for his quick aid.

He knew both were aware of him, proud that it didn't break his son's concentration, and just enjoyed the scene. He didn't mind when Vierna slipped up beside him, just shifting to be her leaning wall, his arms around her waist for added support.

"Not such a terrible life we have now, little brother?" she asked, rather than fuss at him being so protective of her. She was nearly past the drain, after all.

"When I laid eyes on Kastan that first time, I knew everything had to change. But… I never saw this. I never knew we would be a solid family, in ways that matter."

She leaned back against him, head resting on his shoulder, humming quiet contentment.

"We'll keep this strong," she vowed, and he gave a sharp nod, joining her in that intent.

musesfool

Usually, I shower at night, but last night, I stayed up too late reading and didn't feel like delaying bedtime so I put the shower off until this morning. While I was in there, I noticed a spider, but it was on the far wall, and I was naked and without my glasses, so I let it live and it disappeared somewhere (the whole room is tiled, floor to ceiling, so I don't know where? but also. I don't want to know where).

This evening, I had to wash my hair, so there I was back in the shower, and I turned off the water and stepped back while I was lathering the shampoo, and there was the spider, dropping down from god knows where right in the middle of my shower!

So I had to get out - with my hair still full of shampoo - grab my glasses and a paper towel, so I could kill it, because come the fuck on, spider, that is not okay! The shower is sacrosanct!

It's a good thing I still have to stay up for an hour to detangle because I would not have been able to go to sleep right away after that, omg.

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Current Mood: shocked
Current Music: if it's a mess you're in, i'm in

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Title: Out in the Cold
Fandom: MacGyver (1985)
Rating: G
Content notes: None apply
Summary: icons from the MacGyver episode "Out in the Cold" (yes, imma cheat and just steal that for titling my post XD) starting with him enjoying his skiing, realizing there's gonna be an avalanche, him under the snow, Pete trying to find him, then rescue!

( Out in the Cold )

musesfool

Yesterday, I made these ricotta cheesecake bars, for which I had to shell 62g of pistachios (oh, the humanity!), and they are okay, but either there is not enough butter or I had too much graham cracker crumb because the crust does not cohere. (I used pre-smashed crumbs because that is what I had and probably used too much. Recipes really should give you some sort of measurement beyond "7 or 8 graham crackers, crushed" for these things.)

I also made KAB pretzel rolls (half the recipe) and as always, they are delicious, even if the whole boiling step is annoying. I definitely recommend them, and if like me, you never remember that they have a small amount of butter (2 tbsp) that needs to be softened ahead of time, you can always just substitute the same amount of olive oil, also like me. *wry*

With the LIRR on strike, I'm not going into the office this week (I had already decided that anyway), so I didn't have to do any other baking, and I just bought some spring mix and grilled chicken strips so that'll be lunch for the week.

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Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: the way you changed my life, no no, they can't take that away from me

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Name: Masks Off
Story: Starfall
Colors: Vert #22 (Waiting on the widow's walk); Azul #14 (Test of time); Colour of the Day - 17th May 2026 (Nacreous).
Supplies and Styles: Silhouette
Word Count: 2076
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Kissing, mild references to sex.
Notes: Portcallan, 1313; Viyony Eseray/Leion Valerno, Laida Modelen. Takes place a few hours after Confession Time.
Summary: Viyony turns up at the masquerade in search of Leion.

( Masks Off )

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Do you hate Ultimate Captain Britain? Deniz Camp says that you do not hate him anywhere near enough!

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An evidence board with scraps of paper pinned to a map, with blue string criss-crossing the board. On the papers are sketched portraits of Victorian men, scribbled notes, and the names “James Moriarty” and “Sebastian Moran”.

Today’s Ship Sunday is Moriarty/Moran from Sherlock Holmes fandom.

James Moriarty is Holmes’ nemesis, and Sebastian Moran is his loyal friend and minion. There is very little canon information about their relationship, except that they are “bosom friends”, and that Moran tries to avenge Moriarty’s death. Some adaptations give us a little more to work with, but it’s mostly the fans who have expanded and explored their relationship. Often referred to as the dark mirrors of Holmes/Watson, some fanworks will be dark in nature, with the pair committing unspeakable crimes together, where other fanworks will focus on Moran’s devotion and loyalty to Moriarty, and their friendship turning romantic.

Curious? Go over to their Fanlore page to learn more!

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senmut

Wagers [Podfic] (44 words) by blackglass, with, with
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Helena Bertinelli/Vic Sage, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen
Characters: Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli, Oliver Queen, Vic Sage
Additional Tags: Double Dating, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming
Summary:

A podfic of Wagers by Merfilly.

"Vic's being awful quiet."

conuly

Person A: You know you're supposed to finish the laundry if you start it during your shift!

Me, silently: Don't think of it as my three loads of laundry that I didn't finish during my shift, think of it as your three loads of laundry that I got started for you. Though really, if Person B had done her laundry during her shift like she should have then neither of us would be having this conversation today.

(There was no reason for all four of the women to have their hampers literally overflowing with clothes. Somebody, or more like several somebodies, clearly has been falling down on the job here.)

sparowe

ODB: Deep Roots

May 17, 2026/in Our Daily Bread/by YMI

May 17, 2026

READ: Jeremiah 17:5-8

Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord. Jeremiah 17:7

As Douglas Kent, a landscape architect, toured a charred Los Angeles neighborhood after the city’s raging 2025 wildfires, he encountered a shocking surprise—trees, alive and green, right next to melted cars and burned buildings. Many of them bore lush palms and leaves, abundant fruit, and strong trunks and branches. How?

After two consecutive rainy winters, the trees’ roots had reached deep into the soil to draw moisture, carrying it to branches and leaves. In a fire, they proved resistant. “What I saw,” said Kent, “was that if you were deep-rooted, you survived.”

Our faith during the fiery trials of life can be like that. As we set our spiritual roots deep in Christ and His love, we become “like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit” (Jeremiah 17:8).

Jeremiah, who never minced words, warned that those who trust in “mere flesh” are “cursed” (v. 5). “That person will be like a bush in the wastelands; they will not see prosperity when it comes.” Instead, “they will dwell in the parched places of the desert, in a salt land where no one lives” (vv. 5-6). How much better to trust in God! Well-watered by His sustaining love, we thrive even in raging times, bearing spiritual fruit in Him.

— Patricia Raybon

How deep are your roots in Christ? How can you trust Him during fiery trials?

Dear God, as the world seems to burn around me, please remind me to trust in You.

Source: Our Daily Bread

Current Mood: hopeful

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brumeier in ficlet_zone - FIC: The Salvage Yard (#96 Cheers) [Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators]
rogueslayer452 - My Dreamwidth history.
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sholio - Vid: Crusade - Pride
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sparowe - YMI -- ODB: 18 May 2026
tielan - "everything I learned about [fandom] I learned from fandom..."
dine - there is only one success - to be able to spend your life in your own way
senmut - The Right Bait: Zaknafein's Tale
musesfool - maybe take me with you, we can hide
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