| We managed the five hundred in about eight hours with two gas stops and a lunch stop at a Sonic (I really liked the chili cheese fries and John liked the green chile burger). We managed to get out of the house by 8 am, and I napped for a few hours in the car, and Jet played, watched movies, and managed to not be too bored. And we got here by 4pm, before the light failed and the sun went down.
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| A very, very busy and productive day, felt like it was Far Too Much for most of the day.
I went nearly nuts with everything until we finally got to the Christmas Eve service. Then, suddenly everything settled down as there was, really, very little else to do.
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| We've been busy, which probably surprises no one. *laughs* It's funny to write it all down and realize all that I've been doing when I thought I was getting "nothing" done... *laughs*
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| It's odd, sometimes, to realize how old I've gotten, how many people I've known and loved who are now dead, how much time has gone by, and how many years I've seen die in winter. I'm jaded and tired, frustrated with all the shopping I didn't get around to, all the prep and the killing off of all the well-meant intensions, and all the missed expectations.
And then, last night, the snow started to fall, and the world, this morning, is pure white and the snow is still coming down even, fine, and powdery dry. Jet is so excited for the whole thing, that it makes me smile every time I see him. His wonder, when he was talking to a teacher about how the Christmas tree had nothing under it and suddenly, in the last week, the presents suddenly piled up and are now overfilling the area under the tree. How much actual fun he had spending his own money on presents for just a special few people. He went over all his toys and book and picked out what he didn't need anymore in order to give them away to other kids.
He understands this season better than I do. That it speaks of hope and new beginnings, of resting to begin anew, of cleaning out what is no longer necessary and making way for what is to come.
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| Title: In the Deep Mid-Winter
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kyouraku and Ukitake
Genre: Uhm... shonen-ai romance and action?
Rating and Warnings: PG for... uhm... Bleach-like action, and the two guys sleeping together at the end of the day, literally. Not even a kiss. Wow.
Word Count: 3351
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, and I do not make any money off these writings.
Author's Note: This is for Jyuushiro's birthday. Comfort writing for myself. It wasn't beta'ed, so all the mistakes are my own fault.
( Shunsui crunched through the snow... ) | | comments: 37 comments or Leave a comment |
| ... in honor of doing the Good Fight, I am going to do word wars in the yaoi word war room from 9 am MST until I holler UNCLE. I might sit in the pro room until someone shows in the yaoi room, just so if you're the first there, you'll know I might have some delay...
Rules:
1. when we say go, we go for 30 minutes
2. at 30 minutes we stop to compare word counts and notes on how things developed.
3. Then we go again.
During sessions chatting is mildly discouraged, though telling a latecomer when the present session is ending is all right. We don't usually do coordinated prompts as too many people have things they want to work on, but if you want a prompt, I'm sure we'll be able to come up with something. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Title: Fighting the Odds
Fandoms: Saiyuki and Bleach
Summary: Sanzo stumbles across a beautiful hungry ghost outside his tent. How will he and his companions deal with Ulquiorra and his attitudes?
Characters: Sanzo and Ulquiorra, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) 2metaldog's prompt was "a card game that goes perfectly and horribly wrong."
Genre: General. Humor and adventure? Perhaps...
Rating and Warnings: PG for a good clean fight and bad language.
Word Count: 6557
Author's Notes: Many thanks to mysocalledhell for the beta and incandescens for helping me figure out that this could actually end. *laughs* This is a very, very late birthday fic for 2metaldog because my block hit right at the worst time, but I feel good about having done this.
( Genjyo Sanzo needed to take a piss, but the sleeping bag was warm and comfortable. ) | | comments: 24 comments or Leave a comment |
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