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I'll start with the tl;dr summary to make sure everyone sees it and then explain further: As of September 1, we will temporarily be forced to block access to Dreamwidth from all IP addresses that geolocate to Mississippi for legal reasons. This block will need to continue until we either win the legal case entirely, or the district court issues another injunction preventing Mississippi from enforcing their social media age verification and parental consent law against us.

Mississippi residents, we are so, so sorry. We really don't want to do this, but the legal fight we and Netchoice have been fighting for you had a temporary setback last week. We genuinely and honestly believe that we're going to win it in the end, but the Fifth Circuit appellate court said that the district judge was wrong to issue the preliminary injunction back in June that would have maintained the status quo and prevented the state from enforcing the law requiring any social media website (which is very broadly defined, and which we definitely qualify as) to deanonymize and age-verify all users and obtain parental permission from the parent of anyone under 18 who wants to open an account.

Netchoice took that appellate ruling up to the Supreme Court, who declined to overrule the Fifth Circuit with no explanation -- except for Justice Kavanaugh agreeing that we are likely to win the fight in the end, but saying that it's no big deal to let the state enforce the law in the meantime.

Needless to say, it's a big deal to let the state enforce the law in the meantime. The Mississippi law is a breathtaking state overreach: it forces us to verify the identity and age of every person who accesses Dreamwidth from the state of Mississippi and determine who's under the age of 18 by collecting identity documents, to save that highly personal and sensitive information, and then to obtain a permission slip from those users' parents to allow them to finish creating an account. It also forces us to change our moderation policies and stop anyone under 18 from accessing a wide variety of legal and beneficial speech because the state of Mississippi doesn't like it -- which, given the way Dreamwidth works, would mean blocking people from talking about those things at all. (And if you think you know exactly what kind of content the state of Mississippi doesn't like, you're absolutely right.)

Needless to say, we don't want to do that, either. Even if we wanted to, though, we can't: the resources it would take for us to build the systems that would let us do it are well beyond our capacity. You can read the sworn declaration I provided to the court for some examples of how unworkable these requirements are in practice. (That isn't even everything! The lawyers gave me a page limit!)

Unfortunately, the penalties for failing to comply with the Mississippi law are incredibly steep: fines of $10,000 per user from Mississippi who we don't have identity documents verifying age for, per incident -- which means every time someone from Mississippi loaded Dreamwidth, we'd potentially owe Mississippi $10,000. Even a single $10,000 fine would be rough for us, but the per-user, per-incident nature of the actual fine structure is an existential threat. And because we're part of the organization suing Mississippi over it, and were explicitly named in the now-overturned preliminary injunction, we think the risk of the state deciding to engage in retaliatory prosecution while the full legal challenge continues to work its way through the courts is a lot higher than we're comfortable with. Mississippi has been itching to issue those fines for a while, and while normally we wouldn't worry much because we're a small and obscure site, the fact that we've been yelling at them in court about the law being unconstitutional means the chance of them lumping us in with the big social media giants and trying to fine us is just too high for us to want to risk it. (The excellent lawyers we've been working with are Netchoice's lawyers, not ours!)

All of this means we've made the extremely painful decision that our only possible option for the time being is to block Mississippi IP addresses from accessing Dreamwidth, until we win the case. (And I repeat: I am absolutely incredibly confident we'll win the case. And apparently Justice Kavanaugh agrees!) I repeat: I am so, so sorry. This is the last thing we wanted to do, and I've been fighting my ass off for the last three years to prevent it. But, as everyone who follows the legal system knows, the Fifth Circuit is gonna do what it's gonna do, whether or not what they want to do has any relationship to the actual law.

We don't collect geolocation information ourselves, and we have no idea which of our users are residents of Mississippi. (We also don't want to know that, unless you choose to tell us.) Because of that, and because access to highly accurate geolocation databases is extremely expensive, our only option is to use our network provider's geolocation-based blocking to prevent connections from IP addresses they identify as being from Mississippi from even reaching Dreamwidth in the first place. I have no idea how accurate their geolocation is, and it's possible that some people not in Mississippi might also be affected by this block. (The inaccuracy of geolocation is only, like, the 27th most important reason on the list of "why this law is practically impossible for any site to comply with, much less a tiny site like us".)

If your IP address is identified as coming from Mississippi, beginning on September 1, you'll see a shorter, simpler version of this message and be unable to proceed to the site itself. If you would otherwise be affected, but you have a VPN or proxy service that masks your IP address and changes where your connection appears to come from, you won't get the block message, and you can keep using Dreamwidth the way you usually would.

On a completely unrelated note while I have you all here, have I mentioned lately that I really like ProtonVPN's service, privacy practices, and pricing? They also have a free tier available that, although limited to one device, has no ads or data caps and doesn't log your activity, unlike most of the free VPN services out there. VPNs are an excellent privacy and security tool that every user of the internet should be familiar with! We aren't affiliated with Proton and we don't get any kickbacks if you sign up with them, but I'm a satisfied customer and I wanted to take this chance to let you know that.

Again, we're so incredibly sorry to have to make this announcement, and I personally promise you that I will continue to fight this law, and all of the others like it that various states are passing, with every inch of the New Jersey-bred stubborn fightiness you've come to know and love over the last 16 years. The instant we think it's less legally risky for us to allow connections from Mississippi IP addresses, we'll undo the block and let you know.

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Greater Northshore Bike Connector Map 2.0.2 – 4 August 2025 – is now available on github, as is MEGAMAP 2.0.2.

Mostly small updates again this time, but there’s one big one – the Redmond Central Connector final segment connecting to the East Rail Trail at NE 124th is already open! Ribbon cutting isn’t ’til September 12th, and I imagined it’d open early but I didn’t expect it to be this early.

  • ADDED: Redmond Central Connector extension up to Eastrail at NE 124th is open earlier than expected! (Both maps)
  • ADDED: Warning flag: the Pier 91 section of Elliot Bay Trail will close from 2 September to 2 October for repaving and rebuilding, including getting replacing that weird steep over-rail bridge. There WILL be a posted detour, but it’s kinda long and involves Magnolia Bridge, so I’m flagging it. (MEGAMAP only)
  • ADDED: A block-long half-dirt connector between Ashworth and Densmore continuing N 157th for pedestrians and bicyclists willing to deal with a dirt path (both maps)
  • ADDED: Extension of a Shoreline Trail Along the Rail fragment south of NE 185th all the way down to NE 180th; at previous check, it didn’t quite connect, and now it does (both maps)
  • CORRECTION: 10th Ave NE from 155th to 185th was listed as UNMARKED BUT POPULAR, but has sharrow markings, so will be re-marked as SHARROWS (both maps)
Screen-resolution preview of the Greater Northshore Bike Connector Map

All permalinks continue to work.

If you enjoy these maps and feel like throwing some change at the tip jar, here’s my patreon. Patreon supports get things like pre-sliced printables of the Greater Northshore, and also the completely-uncompressed MEGAMAP, not that the .jpg has much compression in it because honestly it doesn’t.

Enjoy biking!

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Dragonriders of Pern/Talents Fusion

Aug. 26th, 2025 11:35 am
senmut: Ramoth and Mnementh's mating flight (Pern: Dragons Mating)
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Reunion of Species (1770 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dragonriders of Pern, The Talents Series - Anne McCaffrey
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Afra Lyon, Mirrim [Dragonriders of Pern], The Rowan, Menolly [Dragonriders of Pern]
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Other Characters Not Mentioned In Tags
Summary:

In the aftermath of yet another alien threat, Afra and other Talents are stranded on a world with dragons.



Reunion of Species

There was always a bigger threat, Afra Lyon thought to himself as he got his bearings. Humans and Mrdini alike had failed to truly appreciate the fullness of a race as determined to have worlds of its own, complete with races to enslave or kill to keep the factories and farms running for their whims.

He wondered if these aliens had faced Hivers, if they had chased the Hiver trails… or maybe even crafted the ships and flung them ahead of their onslaught. It was nearly as bad as the Nathi War was presented in history. He really hoped two things: that the last ditch effort by the gestalt-driven Primes had successfully destroyed the monstrous planetoid and that he and the rest of the other high-T ratings were able to be retrieved from whatever this planet was.

Okay, a third thing was hoping that the anomaly itself hadn't destroyed any of the ships with the Primes aboard them. He just really didn't want to think about that part, given how many of them were some form of relation to him.

The other carriers were settling, opening… and the ones that landed upside down were being rocked back over by their kinetic. Poor Talents, getting all shook up after that kind of mind merge, so he didn't blame them for failing the landing. At least all of them were moving. It was too soon to tell if anyone had gone mind-deaf from the merge.

"Talents, on me," he called, knowing that he had sheer seniority and a presence that was seen as soothing. He'd been the one to pull the cluster together, grabbing on to the kinetics as soon as the telepaths had deemed a spot lacking in mental energy. If he didn't have all that experience getting uncased ores through atmosphere, he never could have held the mesh that got all of their carriers down at a slow enough speed.

The others, sometimes assisting one another, started pushing through the sandy soil, mostly leaning on one another. Most had some telepathy, all had telekinesis, but few were dual-rated the same in both fields like he was. He started doing his head count, strictly visual, not wanting to tax anyone's mind —

— and five giant flying lizards popped into the air out of nothingness, each with what appeared to be a human on their neck, forward of the wings.

"Are those dragons?" Mick Hatfield asked, a solid TK, while his TP partner Shirn McCoy gaped wordlessly at the sky.

"Certainly appear to be," Afra said calmly, wondering if that was what had accounted for the clusters of 'strange minds' the telepaths had noted.

He then looked at the beach, realized the carriers were spaced just far enough apart to make it impossible for such large reptiles to land, and that he was certain they were not hostile, merely curious. With a groan that was more psychosomatic for his age and doing things like this, he managed to get two up in the air and moved, prompting one of the other TKs to move a third and clear a good size swath of beach.

The mind-noise he was certain he was hearing now burst into excitement at the display of what was a common enough clean up skill.

He focused on the largest one, a shimmery deep bronze color, then shifted to the very small green one off their flank. He cleared as much of his public mind as he could, and invited those two, as well as the others, to land by visualizing the action.

The reptiles… no, not really? He'd chase that impression later… the dragons suited action to his invitation, and the five humans swiftly dismounted. The dragons' eyes were scintillating with color in many facets, all blues and greens in hue. The humans came to a formation ahead of the dragons, shoving goggles and helmets back with practice. The bronze's human was a tall man that Afra was certain his daughters would have swooned over, while the green's human was a shorter woman with a face given to infrequent smiles. The humans from the blue and two browns were slender, about the man's age maybe, and were clearly subordinate to the first pair.

"Hello?" Afra called, once he decided that yes, these looked like typical humans. He was glad most of the rest of his own people showed standard human deviations in color and height, unlike his own skin and eyes.

The man said something in turn, but the smile that came with it was genuine, like someone realizing that for all they might be one species, they didn't have words in common.

Well, Afra had done first contact before. And the Mrdini had helped broaden that skill in their own way.

He'd figure out communication.





Mirrim wasn't certain she liked the idea of a person talking in her head the way Path did, but through sharing of sights, she and T'gellan could understand these strange humans — even Afra, who looked like no human she knew of — had come from the same places that their many-times ancestors had. Things had changed there, with humanity slowly exploring and making stable colonies like Pern… by the efforts of people that could do as dragons did!

They couldn't just ask AIVAS to work out the language, but since the people were friendly, she supposed it didn't matter.

They will wait for their people to find them. Path was trying to be reassuring, but Mirrim wasn't certain she liked that idea either.

Change was difficult, and if there was contact with other humans, it would change them, on all sides. Granted, with Thread due to end after this Pass tapered off, there might be need for new challenges but couldn't that wait until… then?

Menolly is here.

Mirrim closed her eyes to get her composure; of course a Harper needed to be here, and of course T'gellan had likely sent specifically for Menolly. She loved him, she loved her best friend, and Path had probably tattled on her uneasiness.

Yes.

That calm acceptance of blame made her laugh a little, and then her original trio of fire-lizards joined her, so she could go and help with Leader duties. That was something Talina was adept at, managing people, Mirrim thought as she jogged to the large meeting hall that had been turned over to the Others. For all that she was a solid dragonrider, and knew how to manage things as well as events, people were still not her strong suit.

"There you are," Menolly said, beaming at her. "I have been getting used to Afra's mind-speech. Different from the dragons and our fairs," she added, nodding to the seated man who was working on his second plate of plant foods. Many of the newcomers did not eat meat, Mirrim remembered from the first conference of settling needs and history.

"Without common words — and none of us took the science classes very far — the picture sharing has been effective," Mirrim said, making herself sit at that table. "What did I miss while I stepped out?"

"Wansor's people have been consulted, and it looks like the … hole in space? Is still there. Which hopefully means once the people on the other side recover — really they should all be gray, because I know what using their minds so much does to the dragons — there will be a rescue attempt, from Afra's complete confidence in a woman that reminds me a little of Lessa."

Mirrim didn't want to contemplate there being two of that dynamic woman in the universe.

"Then we just need to keep them safe, and their pods, until that happens." She met Menolly's eyes firmly. "Including keeping it to ourselves, because we do not need to invite trouble."

"I want to protest, but yes. That is the wisest course," Menolly agreed. "Wansor's students are going to be silent on the matter as well. No one wants more hysteria."

"Good."





The Rowan stepped out of her carrier to find Afra right there. She and Damia had had pointed words, a small argument, and then the Rowan had ruthlessly pointed out that Damia's need to protect Afra had diminished her skill much further than the Rowan's own abilities had been by the effort.

She was planet-side now, to arrange for the timing and to be certain her dearest, oldest friend was as hale as his mind had sounded when they had managed to navigate the wormhole.

"We still don't have a language in common, many of the dragons are shy about communicating directly with non-riders, and apparently they have recently had some form of technical resurgence," Afra said aloud, taking her hands. "You didn't have to come ground-side, you know. I have enough people here to do a translation to orbit even without generators."

"So you do, but having me among you will make it easier for Jeff and Damia to make the connection to guide us back through," she said with full hauteur. "Earth Prime," and she stressed the title to make it official, "wishes to know if this lost colony wishes to have a reconnection to Earth.

"From star patterns, we pieced together this was an interdicted system after colonization, but they are obviously thriving."

"Master Menolly, one of their teacher-legist-diplomat profession, is of the opinion that it would be best to wait a generation or so," Afra answered. "The best I can determine. The space-born threat they have endured for centuries is due to be at an end at that point, and negotiations could be handled at that time."

"She sounds wise." She then turned her attention to the tall man striding their way, placing him by Afra's mind as T'gellan, the male leader of this protective enclave. She focused on him, making her mind more receptive to the native's latent telepathy… and she wound up smiling, nodding to him.

"What just happened?" Afra asked warily, as the Rowan smiling was often dangerous.

"The dragons, who have space suits, apparently, will take us up to orbit, to make our lives easier."

"Now I've heard everything."





Master Jancis reported that the last of the pods had vanished near the space-hole. Wansor made a thoughtful noise, while Menolly just sighed.

"I have no idea if I will still be alive when they return, but I will be certain to train those who need to know about them," she said.

"I will be long gone, but… the idea that we might reconnect with others of our species, is as astounding to me as all I have learned of space so far," Wansor said.

"Indeed, Master, indeed."

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Highlander Ficlet

Aug. 25th, 2025 06:42 pm
senmut: Rebecca Horne in a hat with a smirk (Highlander: Rebecca)
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But Why Not (600 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Highlander The Series
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Amanda Darieux, Rebecca Horne [Highlander the Series]
Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Slice of Life, Teacher & Student
Summary:

Rebecca has to deal with a student clashing with her own current ideals.



But Why Not

"But why not?"

There were days, Rebecca decided, that it wasn't enough to try and understand the cultural mores as they shifted. What was taboo in one land or century might be a requirement elsewhere and when.

No, it was also needful to stay abreast of how mortals themselves shifted, adapted, changed. Her latest foundling, a thief, was one such. Completely lacking in shame or guilt, Rebecca decided, and yet… there was a burning bright mind, the basis of a potential survivor in the Game.

Utter poverty, lack of resources, restricted chances for social mobility, and a complete attempt to prevent literacy while also stomping on oral traditions older than the province they were in had produced this young woman. Rebecca had trouble seeing her as more than girl, honestly, with the way she acted half the time. But maybe it was a bit like the tales of whipped hounds, that finding a safer master, reverted to more playful and rash behavior once they knew they were safe.

"I am not saying that it is never right to steal. I am saying it is not right to steal here, in this place," Rebecca told her.

Amanda was not convinced, so Rebecca dove in further. "One, theft is a good way to bring attention to your nature. Because if caught, you could be killed, except you won't stay dead, unless they use an axe."

"But I don't get caught… usually. Or stay caught if I am."

"Which is the second part, and the larger one of why I am counseling you," Rebecca answered. "Look around, my student. Actually see the people and the shape of this hamlet."

There was a cursory look around, then Amanda's eyes came right back to her and there was a shrug of uncaring.

Had she chosen poorly, Rebecca wondered, trying to find the striker to light a sense of compassion in this one.

"A person who takes from those who barely have enough to survive is already on the path of being corrupted by immortality," Rebecca said bluntly, then walked away in a different direction, her thoughts turning to gathering her pack and the jack she'd found half-starved at a burned out farm. Either her words or her leaving prompted Amanda to call after her, start her way… and then stop.

Where the main track through the homes became the rougher trail of an occasionally used trade route, Rebecca turned, and saw that Amanda was actually studying the people around her.

Well. Maybe she'd stay one night at the camp they had made before coming in to see if there was grain to barter for.





It was almost raining, a damp misery on top of the cool night air when Amanda showed up. She had half a loaf of bread and a rough-made crock of cider.

"I didn't steal them," she quickly said at Rebecca's look. "I taught some of the children how to set snares, and their mother insisted I take these for payment. I found out most of the men of age were dragged off for war."

"So the women are having to handle all aspects of life," Rebecca said with a sigh. "It will be the same through the region. We should move on to other lands."

"We can?" Amanda asked, lightly stressing the first word.

"Promise me to abide by my rules?"

"Teach me when stealing isn't offensive to your ideas?" Amanda countered.

Rebecca smiled and then opened her arm so her waxed cloak had room under it for Amanda, who swiftly took the offered spot.

"We have a deal, my student."

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