Drabblethon: Ever Onwards: The Fantastic Journey
Feb. 19th, 2026 10:33 amTitle: Ever Onwards
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Summary: It’s tempting to stop, but the travellers have to keep going.
Took a few weeks off from social media and came back to sad news about
spikedluv; she was really great and I'll miss seeing her around here.
"Maybe for you, it didn’t start on Twitter. Maybe was forums or the blogosphere or Reddit. Maybe it was Facebook with terrible people from high school or TikTok with people who hate you for liking a thing, or not liking it enough. But we built the machines around our weird amygdalas and then we went inside them and now the machine is no longer confined to a stack of software + policy + vibes; we carry it in ourselves. We haunt each new place we enter. We can feel this happening in our bodies, which is why touch grass is so accidentally real.
We shape our structures and afterward our structures shape us, but the we of the first clause and the us of the second are not the same." - Tomorrow & Tomorrow & Tomorrow by Erin Kissane
I also subscribed to the Persephone Books monthly newsletter, as I read two previous issues and enjoyed them. They're subtle marketing, more about vibes, focused on sharing things similar to Persephone Books/the people who enjoy them then about blasting sales info or whatever.
Community Thursday challenge: every Thursday, try to make an effort to engage with a community on Dreamwidth, whether that's posting, commenting, promoting, etc.
Posted and commented on
bnha_fans.
Commented on
getyourwordsout.
Commented on
booknook.
Commented on fills over at
threesentenceficathon.
Signal boosts:
Something no one speaks about when grieving is that... you still kind of feel the same things. Along with your grief.
My father died february 13th. Funeral was the 15th, so he's freshly buried. I still scroll tiktok mindlessly, and then I still get excited and all giddy seeing edits and videos of my favorite actors, thought which is quickly interrupted by the fact that my father is dead. Then I go on ao3, I read the usual smut -- I still get very happy seeing two of my favorite characters mess around, and then, the happiness is interrupted by reminding myself my father is dead, what the fuck am I even doing just reading all this suckening and fuckening? I listen to music and dance, but then I remember: why am I dancing? I'm like a fucking orphan right now. I can't really play minecraft or the sims as per usual as the image of my dead dad in the hospital bed comes to mind again and again and again. By this point, you realize that the message is -- grief will ride alongside you even in the most awkward feelings, such as happiness, being in love, being horny, being excited... it's gonna be there breathing down your neck. And yes, despite all of this, you can still feel horny. Therapists say it's normal, to get a little lovebug or horny bug after someone you loved dies, as the body is looking for a way to release all the awful stress and masturbation and sex seem to be one way to get rid of it. Do get better coping habits than yanking your pizzle, though. Please.
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Another funny thing I guess is that you will feel as if someone removed a limb off of you. Yup. I hadn't seen my dad in like a year due to our usual disputes, but even after his death, I feel empty, kind of like an orphan. There's gonna be something missing with you constantly, always, every single day until the grief is over (even though some say it never really ends.)
I feel like I lost my one last connection to the place I grew up in. This shitty little town in chile now swarmed by tourists -- I hated the place in some ways, loved it in others. And now I don't have it with me anymore, it's like it left. Forever.