And instead of being able to be anti-social, curl up with my netbook, a glass of wine and a good movie, I have to go and be social at the in-laws :-s
And that's all I really have to say, I'm afraid.
Summary: Written for this prompt over at inception_kink :
Cobb gets his Julia Child on.
Having had to face up to the fact that he can't cook anything that's more complicated than flapjacks, and not wanting his kids to forever have to live on take-away, Cobb decides to take a cooking class. And if he's going to learn to cook, he really wants to learn.
Boeuf bourguignon, boiled lobster, soufflés - the works.
He tries out his newly learned culinary skills on Ariadne, who finds MasterChef!Cobb sexy as hell.
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5 questions meme:
- Comment with the name of any Canadian Prime Minister, and I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.
- Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
- Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people question.
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She came up to me as I was doing the dishes, and gave me a big hug.
"What was that for?" I asked
"For being the kind of mom I can talk to. So many of my friends can't talk to their moms like we talk."
"Thank you, sweetie - but what brought this on?"
"One of my friends is having real problems."
"She's just kinda come to terms with being bi, and she's got no one to talk to but me, and she's terrified of telling her mom, because she's going to be really angry."
See what I mean? Absolutely feel like supermom, only seconds later to come down with a splat. I feel so badly for her friend. S. has gone to the same school since she started daycare, at 3, so we know a lot of these kids and have watched them grow up - and we know the parents, including this particular mom. Unfortunately, this young lady may have significant resistance at home, and I only wish I could help make it easier for her.
I asked S. how she felt about her friend's revelation, and she said "Eh, I knew for a long time before she said anything. It doesn't matter." Can I just say that she is becoming an awesome human being? Somewhere, somehow in all of our fumbling, we did something right.
I wish I could do something to make this easier for both sides, but in this situation, all I can do is watch, and offer her any support I can when she's over. This is a fairly small place, with no real gay awareness (we're just outside the big city, were all those 'weirdos' live) It's very much the kind of place filled with people who think this doesn't happen in their backyard, so there's no clubs or support groups at the schools - at least not at this level. Next year, they're off to high school, and hopefully with it being a bigger pond, there will be more in the way of community for this girl. If not, I may have to see if there's any way to get one started. Anybody here have any experience with this? I'm honestly not even sure how to go about it, other than riding in with trumpets blaring *lol* Probably not the most effect strategy, but at least I have a few months to refine it *laughs*
So I sit down to write something for the first time in ages, because I honestly haven't been able to squeeze even two minutes to myself to write with this last year, between my mother's concussion, that is now entering it's sixth month - yes SIX freaking months (this literally right after the four month healing period for her broken foot ), and new jobs/promotions for both D. and myself . It's been hard to find time to relax, and I miss this - I miss all the fablous people I've met online, I miss the creativity, and the caffeine rushes and the incredible fucking writing-gasm you get when you've been at it all day, the husband and the kid have been left to eat cereal for the third meal in a row, the coffee pot is the only thing that's getting your love today - and you just nail the scene you just wrote.
So, I sat down to write, because I need to unwind and spend a little me time. I started exploring the inception_kink meme and find this prompt, which is not only something that would never normally catch my eyes, but is also really, really simple, right?
My brain exploded O.o
That's the only possible explanation for the 7,000 + words that are now sitting on my hard-drive. Did I mention that I started writing this something like yesterday morning? *facepalm* And that I've gone to work both of those days - did not call in sick, but actually schlepped my netbook with me to work just so I could get the extra time in on the commute?
I feel really bad for the prompter, actually. I mean, cute pairing, pregnancy... Fluff, right? This just begs for some fluffy little one-shot with just enough plot to keep it from being cavity inducing. It practically comes pre-stamped.
Apparently, my muse found this to be the perfect excuse to take up ganja smoking. Or possibly watching too many Criminal Minds episodes without me. I have the beginnings of what is probably the darkest thing I've ever written - and it's scaring me just a little, frankly. Its the first time I've written something where I'm not sure what I have - I may have 7,000 words of absolute crap... and until someone else actually gets to read it, I just don't know.
So tell me, oh Muse, how is this supposed to be relaxing?
'Something there that doesn’t love a wall that wants it down'
'Before I build a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in or walling out'
- from "The Mending Wall" by Robert Frost
The ship was re-commissioned of course; A galvanized fortress of alloy and plating.
The Romulan threat was such that Starfleet could do nothing else but haul us in and completely refurbish the weapons and other armaments to meet it. I know it’s a rather grimly romantic notion, but I can’t help but enjoy the allusion that the greatly expanded and restocked Armoury gleams with deadly intent in every harsh titanium angle, speaking in its own way of its singular purpose and grail. A flight of fancy that I know no one else would believe me capable of, but you always did bring out my love of beauty.
I’m glad you’ve opted to stay on Earth for this one, Hoshi. Not because I doubt your brilliance under pressure, as I’ve watched you turn that once-scared-Ensign into an officer to be reckoned with, but rather because it will be one less worry on my shoulders. Like those knights of old that you once laughingly compared me with, I’m not supposed to worry about any one comrade over the others; supposed to remain devoutly neutral and committed to ship, but I failed in that my thoughts have rarely strayed far from you in danger. In that way, you have always been a breach in our defences, in the walls I have so carefully maintained for so long, I wasn’t even aware of them until you were already inside.
The new bunks are no wider than the last – I feel it part of a conspiracy to keep us sharp on duty, as there is no incentive to relaxing with beds that are at best, the softness of oak planks, and as wide as a park bench.
They gleam, too.
I shall have this sent out with the quartermaster, before we leave space-dock. I don’t know if I shall be able to send anything else for a long time, once we reach deep space -
And the Romulan front line.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
May 3rd, 1915
I hope, wherever you were at the eleventh hour, of this eleventh day, you were able to observe your 2 minutes of silence in honour of all our veterans :-)
Unfortunately, this is it for me for a bit. I'm participating in NaNoWriMo again this year, so I have only just enough time to imagine sleep each morning, before heading off to work again *lol* Wish me luck, and hopefully I'll have an amusing, (and probably embarrassing) original story to share sometime in December!
Title: Consequentially Yours
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Oliver Wood / Hermione Granger
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