The weight of darkness on the plains seemed to press Vin down into the bunch grass. He dug his fingers into the crumbling earth beneath the dried grass and watched the clouds sweep southward, smothering the stars, occluding the curled silver leaf of the moon.
Winter rode the clouds down, down with a roar and rattle of rain, its breath sweet and icy, the wind rushing ahead to herald its sudden arrival.
Vin stayed still, tasting the air until it tingled with lightning and life-bringing water, and only then swung to his feet and hurried to pull his slicker from his saddle roll.
Dawn came as no more than a gray easing of the darkness, the clouds roiled charcoal and slate, and mud spattered to his mount's knees and his as he saddled the stud, before there was enough light to ride again.
Mostly these are cracktastic, but this one turned out kind of nice. I'm pleased with 'the curled silver leaf of the moon', because I wanted something different than sickle or sliver, you know?
When Spencer Reid was 12 years old, his mother gave him a small collection (73 items in total) of books, magazines and 15th century erotic poetry in lieu of giving him a sex talk. Criminal Minds.
When Spencer Reid was 12 years old, his mother gave him a small collection (73 items in total) of books, magazines and 15th century erotic poetry in lieu of giving him a sex talk.
He considered that folios of woodcuts, the Aretino, John Wilmot's poetry, and John Cleland's Fanny Hill all taught him more than any public school human sexuality class, certainly they taught him more about humans, sex, and the ties between emotion and arousal. His mother's collection not only saved them both a seriously embarrassing 'talk', but it laid the ground work for his studies and eventually his role with the BAU.
And, of course, it's not every twelve year old boy who gets to brag his mother gave him porn. Even if most of the porn had been hundreds of years old. Diana had also included The Joy of Sex, Secret Garden, and copies of both Playboy and PlaygirlHis relationship with Diana might be fraught by her illness and the early adulthood it had forced on him, but Spencer never doubted his mother loved and wanted the best for him
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Spencer didn't finish Princess Daisy. He arrived early for his appointment with his therapist, finished proofreading the monograph he was submitting the in-house BAU quarterly, and found himself at loose ends. The receptionist fished a copy of the book out of her desk and handed it over to him with an apologetic grimace.
"The sprinklers went off last week and all the magazines were soaked," she explained.
Spencer was weirdly fascinated by Krantz's plot, but then his therapist opened the door and called him in. He handed the book back to the receptionist and never found out how it ended.
I don't think there are many things Spencer Reid wouldn't finish reading, if only to analyze them, so he had to interrupted and then it had to be something he wouldn't seek out.
I actually read Princess Daisy, but I cannot remember anything about it.
Sgt. Dusty Mehra took a certain amount of pride in not only being as tough as any other marine, but as vulgar and coarse when she wanted to be. It annoyed her that most commanders would ignore or even encourage a male marine with a filthy mouth, but she was expected to act like a 'lady'. Well, Dusty said, if only to herself, fuck that shit.
And then she usually said it out loud, too, punctuating the declaration by spitting her gum between the feet of whoever had pissed her off. (While she was a tough as any marine, she wasn't stupid enough to chew tobacco. Besides, gum was more useful.)
Yes, she was hard as nails, mean as a rabid rattlesnake, and smart as a whip. Just as good? Hell, she was better.
But there was one thing the marines of Atlantis were asked to do offworld that she never had been: donate sperm.
Eiii! I loved this. I'm usually weary of a fic purposefully dealing with just women issues, because more often than not, I find it to be too much (if that makes any sense) and then I feel like I'm failing my fellow woman by not loving it as much as I should and guilt never lets me enjoy fics. But I wanted to read one that wouldn't make me feel guilty, and I get this! This rocks! Lighthearted, yet, completely kick-ass. Go Dusty!
"May day, may day, I'm going down," John muttered into his drink. Then he spread a wide, fake smile over his face again and nodded to the mayor-cum-chieftain of Peraddingon
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*laughs* oh I needed this lovely laugh. Lucky Ronon in getting out of this one; and Teyla has the patience of a saint. Poor John, having to suffer as such.
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Winter rode the clouds down, down with a roar and rattle of rain, its breath sweet and icy, the wind rushing ahead to herald its sudden arrival.
Vin stayed still, tasting the air until it tingled with lightning and life-bringing water, and only then swung to his feet and hurried to pull his slicker from his saddle roll.
Dawn came as no more than a gray easing of the darkness, the clouds roiled charcoal and slate, and mud spattered to his mount's knees and his as he saddled the stud, before there was enough light to ride again.
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He considered that folios of woodcuts, the Aretino, John Wilmot's poetry, and John Cleland's Fanny Hill all taught him more than any public school human sexuality class, certainly they taught him more about humans, sex, and the ties between emotion and arousal. His mother's collection not only saved them both a seriously embarrassing 'talk', but it laid the ground work for his studies and eventually his role with the BAU.
And, of course, it's not every twelve year old boy who gets to brag his mother gave him porn. Even if most of the porn had been hundreds of years old. Diana had also included The Joy of Sex, Secret Garden, and copies of both Playboy and PlaygirlHis relationship with Diana might be fraught by her illness and the early adulthood it had forced on him, but Spencer never doubted his mother loved and wanted the best for him ( ... )
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"The sprinklers went off last week and all the magazines were soaked," she explained.
Spencer was weirdly fascinated by Krantz's plot, but then his therapist opened the door and called him in. He handed the book back to the receptionist and never found out how it ended.
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I actually read Princess Daisy, but I cannot remember anything about it.
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Here's my prompt:
SGA, any female character, something they are prevented from doing because they are female.
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Shut. Up.
Just saying.
Prompt coming up as soon as I've ate.
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And then she usually said it out loud, too, punctuating the declaration by spitting her gum between the feet of whoever had pissed her off. (While she was a tough as any marine, she wasn't stupid enough to chew tobacco. Besides, gum was more useful.)
Yes, she was hard as nails, mean as a rabid rattlesnake, and smart as a whip. Just as good? Hell, she was better.
But there was one thing the marines of Atlantis were asked to do offworld that she never had been: donate sperm.
Dusty was just fine with that.
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SGA, SG-1, and/or Supernatural (either of these, combo, whatever you feel like)
Piano, morris dancing, may day.
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