Continuity: the quilt

Originally published at domesticat.net . Please leave any comments there. I think back, and I know exactly where it started: a double wedding ring quilt that was sewn by my father's mother. I didn't know her well; let's just say there were severe family differences, but I was too young to be cognizant of that fact at the time. I just knew that I liked the quilt, and it kept me warm. When ...

Behind Closed Doors

... his arm around his back. "Glad to hear it, Beautiful." The word slid out easily, before Neil even had a second to think about saying it. After all, it shouldn't have been something that needed contemplation; he called Lulu that all the time. But it didn't take long for him to think back on the last few seconds and realize why that logic didn't quite hold, as spending time with Lulu and spending ...

Lexical Gaps

... would be too much. Poshlust - A Russian word for a particular form of bad taste that occurs when someone is trying to act "upper class" but without the level of sophistication needed to pull it off successfully. Dustsceawung - Literally "the contemplation of dust", the Old English word for time spent pondering the tragic impermanance of everything. So, what are your favorite lexical gaps?

Here, SIB: take my fan fiction cherry...

..., some non-specific mentions of violence Word count: 2,472 Pairing: Alistair/Fem!Mahariel, though nothing more than friendship at this point Summary: a successful day affords a moment of quiet contemplation back at camp It was one of those rare evenings where they could make camp feeling entirely satisfied with having done a good day’s work. Facing yet another agonising choice between two ...

Art meme

Dragging this over from Deviantart, since we're all here to look at the pretty pictures. Filling this out was actually pretty rough. From being unhappy about my progress (from here it feels like there's been next to none, though I know that can't be true) to reliving some nasty bits of the Oughts - it was special. Nothing like old art to get you nauseated and teary. However, you can ...

A year without words

Originally published at domesticat.net . Please leave any comments there. I've been thinking.  Not "I've been thinking" in terms of a lunch, an hour, an afternoon, a weekend, a month.  More like taking a month of Sundays to think.  A year, more like.  A year where nobody really heard from me, or might hear a sporadic email or call every now and then.  Little past that, and little of ...

rapt contemplation

Now that the holidays have been winding down, it seems like the snow has been piling up. Outside, the wind howls bitterly, and though Kevin would usually prefer to be out there than in here, even he has retreated to the warmth of the library hearth. He's settled down, with his hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea, staring at the flames with his one remaining eye. Honestly, for once, he's ...

Daily Contemplation

Sometimes I really wonder if I've built a life & assembled a family of people of varying sociopathic intensity, but which is occasionally interspersed with "normal," functional people, who are mildly horrified, All The Time. In other news, Happy Palindrome Day! Remember: Dogma I Live, Evil I Am God.

seats for two, or so

... the same. Jaejoong licked around his lips and stroked Yoochun's cock until it was soft enough to put back in his pants. He leaned back on his hands and wiped his mouth very satisfied. After a little contemplation, Jaejoong took out his business card which was just a picture with a name, phone number, and address more like an I.D card. He wrote on the back and slipped it into Yoochun's hand now ...

.... There were very few people in there, and even fewer dancing. I had thought about dancing to warm up before my bike ride home, but wasn't sure due to the vibe in the room. So I just sat in contemplation, smiling to myself often. After a short while, a song I liked came on. It was getting on time to close and nobody was hardly in there, but I decided to dance anyway, and didn't hold back my ...