Read "Time Off"
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ysabetwordsmith"Time Off" by badly_knitted
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: SG-1 have been given two days off, and Daniel doesn’t know what to do with himself.
A/N: Double drabble.
I have had exactly that kind of conversation. Also ones like:
Friend: "I just want to KILL something!"
Me: "I have a functionally endless supply of weeds. You are welcome to come massacre them."
badly_knittedFandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: SG-1 have been given two days off, and Daniel doesn’t know what to do with himself.
A/N: Double drabble.
I have had exactly that kind of conversation. Also ones like:
Friend: "I just want to KILL something!"
Me: "I have a functionally endless supply of weeds. You are welcome to come massacre them."
Just one thing: 16 June 2025
Jun. 15th, 2025 04:45 pmjazzyjj posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
awesomeersIt's challenge time!
Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.
Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!
Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!
Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.
Go!
Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.
Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!
Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!
Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.
Go!
Poem: "Fatherhood Is Support"
Jun. 15th, 2025 04:38 pmysabetwordsmithThis poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "support" square in my 6-2-25 card for the Pride Fest Bingo. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day. This is the last of that batch. Check the Poem tag to see the others; it's a batch of 6 total, all with that red gift icon. \o/
"Fatherhood Is Support"
Fatherhood is
more than just DNA,
more than just being
married to a mother.
Fatherhood is
about support.
It's a treetrunk leg
for a baby to cling to,
strong arms tossing
a toddler into the air.
It's a hand on the back
of the bicycle right after
the training wheels come off --
and knowing when to let go.
It's clapping at recitals,
at school plays, at all
of the sporting events
or other performances.
It's a calm voice from
the passenger seat
while learning to drive.
It's paying for college
and going to graduation.
It's the everyday words
that become an inner voice,
heard and remembered,
absorbed and echoed:
I knew you could do it.
"Fatherhood Is Support"
Fatherhood is
more than just DNA,
more than just being
married to a mother.
Fatherhood is
about support.
It's a treetrunk leg
for a baby to cling to,
strong arms tossing
a toddler into the air.
It's a hand on the back
of the bicycle right after
the training wheels come off --
and knowing when to let go.
It's clapping at recitals,
at school plays, at all
of the sporting events
or other performances.
It's a calm voice from
the passenger seat
while learning to drive.
It's paying for college
and going to graduation.
It's the everyday words
that become an inner voice,
heard and remembered,
absorbed and echoed:
I knew you could do it.
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Jun. 15th, 2025 05:02 pmflemmingsIf I didn't know that going to restaurants on Father's Day was a bad idea, the amount of woodsmoke would have discouraged me anyway. Either the whole neighbourhood was barbecuing or something somewhere was burning. Whatever, it's been cough sneeze all day, except briefly to pick up the vines and such I cut down in the back yard yesterday. Must still bag them, a task I hate, but pickup is this week. In the rain, as ever.
Have also a bin of ivy that I got from the front walk last night. The ivy is an unmitigated pain because it isn't just encroaching on the walk, it's actually growing over the concrete edging. And the stems are beyond my shears' and elbows' ability to cut through.
Stooping and straightening of course tightens everything up, and stretching doesn't undo the worst of it. Is one reason I really didn't want to get out of bed this morning.
Have also a bin of ivy that I got from the front walk last night. The ivy is an unmitigated pain because it isn't just encroaching on the walk, it's actually growing over the concrete edging. And the stems are beyond my shears' and elbows' ability to cut through.
Stooping and straightening of course tightens everything up, and stretching doesn't undo the worst of it. Is one reason I really didn't want to get out of bed this morning.
Books?
Jun. 15th, 2025 10:54 pmdhampyresaHow many books are you usually reading?
I have a minimum of 5 on the gp at any given time: one each of fiction and nonfiction on both phone and ereader (no overlap) plus a paper book that can be either.
I have a minimum of 5 on the gp at any given time: one each of fiction and nonfiction on both phone and ereader (no overlap) plus a paper book that can be either.
Into A Bar: The Golden Girls/Designing Women
Jun. 15th, 2025 03:30 pmsenmutTitle: The PFLAG Conference
Author:senmut
Prompt: Dorothy Zbornak goes into a bar and meets... Julia Sugarbaker (Designing Women)!
Fandoms: The Golden Girls / Designing Women
Word count: 587
Rating: General Audiences
Contents: The situation for support for Southern queers has not changed since the era of these shows and that is referenced here.
As far as conferences and political rallies went, Dorothy was glad this one seemed to be staying at a civil discourse. Not, she amended in her own thoughts, that she wasn't ready to blaze truth across narrow-minds in a hope of seeing people live better, stronger lives in the open. She had to stand up for all of her principles, and was glad that joining PFLAG had given her a new outlet to do so.
Still, it had been a long day, and while she wasn't given to drinking much, a nightcap would settle her muscles down, giving her a better chance for sleep in the hotel's luxurious bed. She slipped into more casual, but still classy, attire, picked up her clutch, and headed down to the bar. It might even give her a chance to mingle with others of like minds.
If she found some of different minds, she had a piece or two of her own she'd be able to give out.
Julia Sugarbaker had been brewing on a storm since early that morning. It was bad enough that Georgia didn't have a proper organization to help the young men and women suffering from vitriol and hate, but she'd run into one too many damned Yankees tossing around their patronizing looks about even attempting to get one set up!
She straightened out her blouse, adjusted the sleeve at the wrists, and then snatched up her purse rather than stay in this ridiculously ill-decorated hotel room. She'd seen a bar downstairs. A nice little cocktail hour would help bring her down from her anger, and leave her more likely to find the right words on where to tell the next New York organizer where they could stick their disbelief in gay rights for the South!
Dorothy had seen the brunette going into one of the conference rooms earlier in the day. The decided emphasis on how the woman sat at the bar next to her spoke of difficulties.
"You're here with the PFLAG conference, yes?" Dorothy asked after the woman had a mint julep in front of her, while playing with the straw in her Long Island Iced Tea.
"I am here attempting to convince them to invest in my geographical region instead of writing us all off under the heels of those — " The woman cut herself off completely, took a deep breath. "Yes," she answered instead. "Julia Sugarbaker."
Dorothy raised an eyebrow. "The Julie Sugarbaker who was thanked in Representative Sugarbaker's speech last week?"
Julia softened her stance. "You pay attention to Washington, I take it, ma'am?"
"Dorothy Zbornak. Trying to put more effort into my ideals these days.
"And yes. Helping keep my chapter informed of events, since I have more free time."
"Were you instrumental in organization, or did you step in later? And either way, would you be willing to share any tips? The idiot I spoke to today doesn't feel there is any room in Georgia for them."
Dorothy sighed. "There are so many places in Florida that need outreach, and we run into that there. Or upstate New York, because no, the entire state does not follow the city's lead," she agreed, sympathizing. "I would be glad to work with you, and talk about how to get the support you need."
Julia smiled broadly. "Then Ms. Zbornak, I am looking forward to getting to know you."
"Likewise. Someone willing to stand up when the deck is stacked that way is the kind of woman I'd like to know," Dorothy agreed.
Author:
senmutPrompt: Dorothy Zbornak goes into a bar and meets... Julia Sugarbaker (Designing Women)!
Fandoms: The Golden Girls / Designing Women
Word count: 587
Rating: General Audiences
Contents: The situation for support for Southern queers has not changed since the era of these shows and that is referenced here.
The PFLAG Conference
As far as conferences and political rallies went, Dorothy was glad this one seemed to be staying at a civil discourse. Not, she amended in her own thoughts, that she wasn't ready to blaze truth across narrow-minds in a hope of seeing people live better, stronger lives in the open. She had to stand up for all of her principles, and was glad that joining PFLAG had given her a new outlet to do so.
Still, it had been a long day, and while she wasn't given to drinking much, a nightcap would settle her muscles down, giving her a better chance for sleep in the hotel's luxurious bed. She slipped into more casual, but still classy, attire, picked up her clutch, and headed down to the bar. It might even give her a chance to mingle with others of like minds.
If she found some of different minds, she had a piece or two of her own she'd be able to give out.
Julia Sugarbaker had been brewing on a storm since early that morning. It was bad enough that Georgia didn't have a proper organization to help the young men and women suffering from vitriol and hate, but she'd run into one too many damned Yankees tossing around their patronizing looks about even attempting to get one set up!
She straightened out her blouse, adjusted the sleeve at the wrists, and then snatched up her purse rather than stay in this ridiculously ill-decorated hotel room. She'd seen a bar downstairs. A nice little cocktail hour would help bring her down from her anger, and leave her more likely to find the right words on where to tell the next New York organizer where they could stick their disbelief in gay rights for the South!
Dorothy had seen the brunette going into one of the conference rooms earlier in the day. The decided emphasis on how the woman sat at the bar next to her spoke of difficulties.
"You're here with the PFLAG conference, yes?" Dorothy asked after the woman had a mint julep in front of her, while playing with the straw in her Long Island Iced Tea.
"I am here attempting to convince them to invest in my geographical region instead of writing us all off under the heels of those — " The woman cut herself off completely, took a deep breath. "Yes," she answered instead. "Julia Sugarbaker."
Dorothy raised an eyebrow. "The Julie Sugarbaker who was thanked in Representative Sugarbaker's speech last week?"
Julia softened her stance. "You pay attention to Washington, I take it, ma'am?"
"Dorothy Zbornak. Trying to put more effort into my ideals these days.
"And yes. Helping keep my chapter informed of events, since I have more free time."
"Were you instrumental in organization, or did you step in later? And either way, would you be willing to share any tips? The idiot I spoke to today doesn't feel there is any room in Georgia for them."
Dorothy sighed. "There are so many places in Florida that need outreach, and we run into that there. Or upstate New York, because no, the entire state does not follow the city's lead," she agreed, sympathizing. "I would be glad to work with you, and talk about how to get the support you need."
Julia smiled broadly. "Then Ms. Zbornak, I am looking forward to getting to know you."
"Likewise. Someone willing to stand up when the deck is stacked that way is the kind of woman I'd like to know," Dorothy agreed.
Poem: "Born and Found and Made"
Jun. 15th, 2025 03:24 pmysabetwordsmithThis poem was written outside the regular prompt calls. It fills the "found family" square in my 6-2-25 card for the Pride Fest Bingo. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.
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Poem: "The Way a River Is Made"
Jun. 15th, 2025 03:19 pmysabetwordsmithThis poem was written as part of fishbowl week in July 2024, based on a conversation with a_natural_beauty. It is posted as a gift to Anthony Barrette for Father's Day.
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[ SECRET POST #6736 ]
Jun. 15th, 2025 04:07 pmcase posting in fandomsecrets⌈ Secret Post #6736 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
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Read "A Change in a New World"
Jun. 15th, 2025 02:56 pmysabetwordsmithTheme Prompt: #262 - Soulmates
Title: A Change In A New World
Fandom: Original (based on 'Trucks' by Stephen King)
Rating/Warnings: PG | Mechanophilia
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 699
Summary: Can man and machine be friends ?
Given the story and the header, I'm not sure what orientation to call this. Maybe queerplatonic or quasiromantic. In any case, it's not the usual sex/romance between two humans, and it is a very sweet relationship across species.
Title: A Change In A New World
Fandom: Original (based on 'Trucks' by Stephen King)
Rating/Warnings: PG | Mechanophilia
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 699
Summary: Can man and machine be friends ?
Given the story and the header, I'm not sure what orientation to call this. Maybe queerplatonic or quasiromantic. In any case, it's not the usual sex/romance between two humans, and it is a very sweet relationship across species.
Birdfeeding
Jun. 15th, 2025 02:45 pmysabetwordsmithToday is partly sunny, mild, and humid.
I fed the birds. I've seen a few sparrows and house finches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- I finished building the chimney for the core of the new bonfire.
I heard a squirrel chattering in the trees but didn't see it.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- Out of 6 yellow wild indigo pots, 4 sprouted, 3 of them with 2 seedlings. I planted these in the house yard under the contorta willow, apricot tree, golden rain tree, and barrel garden.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- Out of 6 blue wild indigo pots, 4 sprouted, some may have had 2 seedlings but it's hard to tell. I planted these in the house yard under the maple tree, purple-and-white garden, and two ends of the log garden. I've gotten plenty of seedlings from this species, but so far nothing has bloomed so I don't know if any actually survived in the ground.
The snowball bush is opening its pannicles. :D There are three heads.
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I fed the birds. I've seen a few sparrows and house finches.
I put out water for the birds.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- I finished building the chimney for the core of the new bonfire.
I heard a squirrel chattering in the trees but didn't see it.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- Out of 6 yellow wild indigo pots, 4 sprouted, 3 of them with 2 seedlings. I planted these in the house yard under the contorta willow, apricot tree, golden rain tree, and barrel garden.
EDIT 6/15/25 -- Out of 6 blue wild indigo pots, 4 sprouted, some may have had 2 seedlings but it's hard to tell. I planted these in the house yard under the maple tree, purple-and-white garden, and two ends of the log garden. I've gotten plenty of seedlings from this species, but so far nothing has bloomed so I don't know if any actually survived in the ground.
The snowball bush is opening its pannicles. :D There are three heads.
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My poem: drupe
Jun. 15th, 2025 03:39 pmstonepicnicking_okapiThis weeks' prompt was: color. This is called an In Memorium stanza.
drupe by okapi
of orange-yellows, reds which leach
in blush upon the most sun-kissed
of rounded flesh, in velvet mist
enveloped, casting fog on each
and every curvature whose breach
reveals a more uniform gold
of corpus, sweet perfumes unfold,
attracting wasps and buyers, speech
is needless, scent alone can preach
its Good News, bushel baskets filled
to rolling, dark hearts hedged and grilled
by dark nettles which overreach
on pitting, nectar colors teach
the artist how to mix the rich,
the once-child to remember, stitch
a patch of farmer’s market peach
drupe by okapi
of orange-yellows, reds which leach
in blush upon the most sun-kissed
of rounded flesh, in velvet mist
enveloped, casting fog on each
and every curvature whose breach
reveals a more uniform gold
of corpus, sweet perfumes unfold,
attracting wasps and buyers, speech
is needless, scent alone can preach
its Good News, bushel baskets filled
to rolling, dark hearts hedged and grilled
by dark nettles which overreach
on pitting, nectar colors teach
the artist how to mix the rich,
the once-child to remember, stitch
a patch of farmer’s market peach