Into A Bar: The Golden Girls/Designing Women
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senmutTitle: 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.
On a centennial
Jun. 15th, 2025 12:21 amsenmutMary Dell (Tanner) (Allen) Shipp June 15, 1925 to August 28, 2015 (aged 90).
( Miss you Grammy )
( Miss you Grammy )
Fandom50: #16
Jun. 13th, 2025 11:03 pmsenmut1990, [redacted a lot of depressing anecdata]. Let's just roll the credits, hmm? Nine movies because I was choosy... and honestly don't have much to say about movies of this year.
~ Tremors - AWW YEAH a hella good creature feature. To be honest? This was like catching old 50s B movies on TBS, because those creature features were my kind of camp horror comedy.
~ The Hunt for Red October - I can't remember much of this film, but there were some pretty people in it.
~ Ghost - +sighs+ Patrick and Whoopi, I loved. I am still on a fence about Demi's acting, but she's pretty.
~ Quigley Down Under - the movie that reinforced lessons I had begun studying due to "Beds are Burning" by Midnight Oil. It's also the movie that put Alan Rickman on my radar properly. I love his villainy here.
~ The Rescuers Down Under - Hmm, two Aussie based movies for me this year? MARAHUTE! Not quite mixing the adventure and scary like the first, but a DAMN GOOD FILM.
~ Predator 2 - So I enjoy the first. So much. BUT THIS?! This movie started solidifying actual lore for me (BLESS DARK HORSE COMICS) and the yautja in this one is BADASS.
~ Mermaids - A really sweet film, and the cast? +faints+ Hoskins, Cher, Ryder, Ricci? Excellent. A little angst and harm to children warning.
~ Hamlet - So I rather hate putting this on the list. And I know it is seriously panned. But honestly? Seeing this in the theater, watching EVERY ACTOR CHEW THE SCENERY? Made me delighted at an above the top performance. Just wish the fucker in the lead role wasn't... himself.
~ Kindergarten Cop - Sweet. Funny. Dramatic at parts. "It's naht a too-mah" Was surprised when I went back to find that his partner that was supposed to do the teaching and got sick was Iza from Clan of the Cave Bear.
Fave? Toss up between Predator 2 and Kindergarten Cop.
~ Tremors - AWW YEAH a hella good creature feature. To be honest? This was like catching old 50s B movies on TBS, because those creature features were my kind of camp horror comedy.
~ The Hunt for Red October - I can't remember much of this film, but there were some pretty people in it.
~ Ghost - +sighs+ Patrick and Whoopi, I loved. I am still on a fence about Demi's acting, but she's pretty.
~ Quigley Down Under - the movie that reinforced lessons I had begun studying due to "Beds are Burning" by Midnight Oil. It's also the movie that put Alan Rickman on my radar properly. I love his villainy here.
~ The Rescuers Down Under - Hmm, two Aussie based movies for me this year? MARAHUTE! Not quite mixing the adventure and scary like the first, but a DAMN GOOD FILM.
~ Predator 2 - So I enjoy the first. So much. BUT THIS?! This movie started solidifying actual lore for me (BLESS DARK HORSE COMICS) and the yautja in this one is BADASS.
~ Mermaids - A really sweet film, and the cast? +faints+ Hoskins, Cher, Ryder, Ricci? Excellent. A little angst and harm to children warning.
~ Hamlet - So I rather hate putting this on the list. And I know it is seriously panned. But honestly? Seeing this in the theater, watching EVERY ACTOR CHEW THE SCENERY? Made me delighted at an above the top performance. Just wish the fucker in the lead role wasn't... himself.
~ Kindergarten Cop - Sweet. Funny. Dramatic at parts. "It's naht a too-mah" Was surprised when I went back to find that his partner that was supposed to do the teaching and got sick was Iza from Clan of the Cave Bear.
Fave? Toss up between Predator 2 and Kindergarten Cop.
PRIDE 7: Dick Grayson
Jun. 13th, 2025 03:00 pmsenmutDragged to Fabulous (200 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU [Comics]
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Dick Grayson, Original Human Character(s)
Additional Tags: Pride Parades, Double Drabble
Summary:
"Oh honey, you cannot be seen next to me looking that… plain," the drag queen said when Dick walked in to get ready for the beginning of the parade. "Girlfriend, I know good and well you have something more fabulous in your closet — wish it was me, honestly, but — because I have seen what you wear on your dates!"
Dick smiled, holding up the duffel bag. "Knowing I'd be riding with you, Miss Syl, I figured I'd better bring a few things and let you pick."
Miss Syl put both hands over his heart and made a dramatic sound. "You know just how to flatter a girl." He held his hand out for the bag, dead set on making certain Gotham's younger prince was ready to sparkle at the parade.
"If I promise to keep it toned down and mostly straight, may I do your makeup?" Miss Syl asked as he settled on which outfit would work best.
"Total package," Dick agreed, laughing some.
"Oh I wish. I could show you things those débutantes have never heard of," Miss Syl answered, before setting to the crafting of perfect look for one of their wealthiest allies in all of the city.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU [Comics]
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Dick Grayson, Original Human Character(s)
Additional Tags: Pride Parades, Double Drabble
Summary:
Dick gets there in time for Ms. Syl to make him over.
Dragged to Fabulous
"Oh honey, you cannot be seen next to me looking that… plain," the drag queen said when Dick walked in to get ready for the beginning of the parade. "Girlfriend, I know good and well you have something more fabulous in your closet — wish it was me, honestly, but — because I have seen what you wear on your dates!"
Dick smiled, holding up the duffel bag. "Knowing I'd be riding with you, Miss Syl, I figured I'd better bring a few things and let you pick."
Miss Syl put both hands over his heart and made a dramatic sound. "You know just how to flatter a girl." He held his hand out for the bag, dead set on making certain Gotham's younger prince was ready to sparkle at the parade.
"If I promise to keep it toned down and mostly straight, may I do your makeup?" Miss Syl asked as he settled on which outfit would work best.
"Total package," Dick agreed, laughing some.
"Oh I wish. I could show you things those débutantes have never heard of," Miss Syl answered, before setting to the crafting of perfect look for one of their wealthiest allies in all of the city.
PRIDE 6: Natasha/?
Jun. 11th, 2025 10:17 amsenmutFiling Flirtations (300 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel's The Avengers [2012]
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Natasha Romanov, Ensemble
Additional Tags: Avengers Tower, Flirting, Triple Drabble
Summary:
Nat just sat back and watched the beer-laden flirting going on, listening with half her mind as alcohol lubricated more honest impressions of one another. She didn't really get it sometimes — Tony wanted everyone but Pepper was being far choosier — yet it made for good intel on who she could push and manipulate that way should it be needed.
She got the impression Bruce was more like herself. Something in the total package had to be there for that kind of fireworks to happen. On cue, Betty warded off a very cute pass from Darcy, and settled more firmly in Bruce's space. Those two — they had that look of having a true orbital lock on each other.
She let her eyes shift briefly to Clint, who gave his tiny hitch of a shoulder, then raised an eyebrow before his eyes roved Thor's well-built form. Nat gave him a go-for-it nod with the nuance of 'not both of us'.
Thor didn't meet her particular points of interest enough to spark anything, but it was always fun to watch Clint does his mix of shy and blatant flirtation.
She wondered how Jane was going to handle it, but Jane moved closer to Bruce and Betty, talking science and leaving Thor on his own. Darcy nudged her once to look over. When Jane did, she rolled her eyes, and went back to the discussion at hand.
That nudged her up in Nat's books. They were all, now, part of a very intense way of life, and being weird about who slept with whom was going to make friction.
Tony dropped into her space, and she arched a look his way.
"Checking."
"No."
He grinned. "Her?"
"Maybe."
"I'll have her schedule a date to figure it out."
Nat smirked over at Pepper, who smiled.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel's The Avengers [2012]
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Natasha Romanov, Ensemble
Additional Tags: Avengers Tower, Flirting, Triple Drabble
Summary:
It's a lazy day in the Tower and Nat's just taking it all in.
Filing Flirtations
Nat just sat back and watched the beer-laden flirting going on, listening with half her mind as alcohol lubricated more honest impressions of one another. She didn't really get it sometimes — Tony wanted everyone but Pepper was being far choosier — yet it made for good intel on who she could push and manipulate that way should it be needed.
She got the impression Bruce was more like herself. Something in the total package had to be there for that kind of fireworks to happen. On cue, Betty warded off a very cute pass from Darcy, and settled more firmly in Bruce's space. Those two — they had that look of having a true orbital lock on each other.
She let her eyes shift briefly to Clint, who gave his tiny hitch of a shoulder, then raised an eyebrow before his eyes roved Thor's well-built form. Nat gave him a go-for-it nod with the nuance of 'not both of us'.
Thor didn't meet her particular points of interest enough to spark anything, but it was always fun to watch Clint does his mix of shy and blatant flirtation.
She wondered how Jane was going to handle it, but Jane moved closer to Bruce and Betty, talking science and leaving Thor on his own. Darcy nudged her once to look over. When Jane did, she rolled her eyes, and went back to the discussion at hand.
That nudged her up in Nat's books. They were all, now, part of a very intense way of life, and being weird about who slept with whom was going to make friction.
Tony dropped into her space, and she arched a look his way.
"Checking."
"No."
He grinned. "Her?"
"Maybe."
"I'll have her schedule a date to figure it out."
Nat smirked over at Pepper, who smiled.
Ah Pern, My love, My loathed
Jun. 9th, 2025 07:30 pmsenmutStarted re-reading Red Star Rising also known as Dragonseye.
( The first three chapters, mostly negative reactions to the world building/culture )
( The first three chapters, mostly negative reactions to the world building/culture )
PRIDE 5: Bucky/Steve
Jun. 9th, 2025 07:02 pmsenmutExperiencing Pride (100 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America [Movies]
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/James "Bucky" Barnes [MCU]
Characters: Steve Rogers, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Additional Tags: Drabble, Pride Parades
Summary:
"I think you'd look good in that," Bucky murmured in Steve's ear, discreetly calling attention to some of the leather crowd.
Steve snorted. "Not really my style, but maybe for a night," he answered, still taking in the whole pageant of queer life on display, eyes roving over the ones that were shyly experiencing it, and those openly embracing it.
"D'you read the history?"
"Hell of a thing," Steve agreed with that respectful tone. "Still a long way to go," he added as he spotted the trouble spoiling for a fight. Bucky looked, and the pair made their way over.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America [Movies]
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers/James "Bucky" Barnes [MCU]
Characters: Steve Rogers, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Additional Tags: Drabble, Pride Parades
Summary:
Pride Parade for the reunited couple.
Experiencing Pride
"I think you'd look good in that," Bucky murmured in Steve's ear, discreetly calling attention to some of the leather crowd.
Steve snorted. "Not really my style, but maybe for a night," he answered, still taking in the whole pageant of queer life on display, eyes roving over the ones that were shyly experiencing it, and those openly embracing it.
"D'you read the history?"
"Hell of a thing," Steve agreed with that respectful tone. "Still a long way to go," he added as he spotted the trouble spoiling for a fight. Bucky looked, and the pair made their way over.
New Comm
Jun. 8th, 2025 06:41 pmsenmut![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
communityactionusa is set up now. As you can probably tell by the name, it's intended as a place to help guide action, and the sticky is referencing "Project Mailstorm". Go look, see if it's your cuppa.Various Links 6/2 - 6/8
Jun. 8th, 2025 03:16 pmsenmut13 links today
The Old Guard 2 Trailer
Rodimus Prime cross-stitch
Epistolary Avatar: the Last Airbender fic
Leverage Filk
Cat Dad update - mentions the passing of the mother cat, but the babies are thriving. 7 years of wholesome Cat Dad.
Very WOW but very dangerous standing swing stunt - if any of the more dangerous Cirque de Soleil stunts give you anxiety, skip this.
Seattle Mariners Pride vid
The Great Escape (performed by a cat)
Oslo Pride video
Skeletor and He-Man UK commercials for something - link opens on first vid, scroll down for second.
See Snoopy flying on his dog house
Great vid of a dust devil sans dust
Egyptian Blue pigment re-discovered? - caveat is that I did not research to see if this is a "Discovery" where the locals never lost it.
The Old Guard 2 Trailer
Rodimus Prime cross-stitch
Epistolary Avatar: the Last Airbender fic
Leverage Filk
Cat Dad update - mentions the passing of the mother cat, but the babies are thriving. 7 years of wholesome Cat Dad.
Very WOW but very dangerous standing swing stunt - if any of the more dangerous Cirque de Soleil stunts give you anxiety, skip this.
Seattle Mariners Pride vid
The Great Escape (performed by a cat)
Oslo Pride video
Skeletor and He-Man UK commercials for something - link opens on first vid, scroll down for second.
See Snoopy flying on his dog house
Great vid of a dust devil sans dust
Egyptian Blue pigment re-discovered? - caveat is that I did not research to see if this is a "Discovery" where the locals never lost it.
PRIDE 4: Hardison/Eliot/Parker
Jun. 7th, 2025 03:50 pmsenmutMarking Dates (531 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eliot Spencer/Alec Hardison/Parker
Characters: Alec Hardison, Eliot Spencer, Parker [Leverage]
Additional Tags: Origami, Fluff
Summary:
The saying that money can't buy happiness had to have been thought up by a rich person, Hardison decided. He kept folding the non-sequential bills, setting up a menagerie of wild animals. After he had twenty-six of them, he put them in the box, closed it, and left it on his desk, just where the box had been for several days.
Parker had noticed it on the first day it was there, asked about it two days after that, then forgot it existed as it became part of her surroundings. It was the perfect place to hide something in plain sight — though he'd taken the precaution of spritzing it with his aftershave, to hide the money smell.
Parker was funny enough about money that she might have smelled it otherwise.
When Eliot came in that evening, Hardison caught his eyes, looked at the box, got the slow blink of agreement, and that was that.
Two days later, the box was gone, and Parker studied that space, making the cute frowny face she did while cataloguing where everything was supposed to be.
"Where'd the box go?" she asked.
"Have to find it," Eliot answered, before he and Hardison exchanged a grin. Her eyes lit up, so Hardison continued. "Scavenger hunt, in our building, out of the way spots… with things to find on the way to the box."
"What kind of things?" she asked, even as she was getting excited.
"The kind of things you like," Eliot said, and she did a tiny little clap and bounce before vanishing.
"And that, my friend, is how we say 'happy anniversary' to her," Hardison crooned, amused, and going to watch the spy-eyes through the building. Eliot joined him, putting him in a brief headlock playfully.
"Figuring out her love language wasn't so hard," Eliot said, but he was smiling when she found the first animal, right where he'd thought she would, an alligator. "How in the hell did you find an origami A to Z?"
"Man, everything is on the internet now," Hardison told him, still thrilled they'd found a gift that worked.
Parker found the last animal, cunningly folded so it appeared striped, making it a zebra, and the box was just ahead. She opened it, seeing cash — multiple currencies even! — and the note that said 'happy change together day'. Her chin wibbled, for just a moment, before she put all of her finds in the box. She'd had to back track for the otter and the shrew when she realized they were in alphabetical order, but now she had a full menagerie of money.
Her men — both of them were hers and theirs and ours — made fusses on days that weren't Christmas, but not in the way she saw other people do it. That, among many things, kept her falling in love with them every day, knowing neither one would ever push her in a path she couldn't handle.
She'd have to make a run on a store before she went back up to them; junk food for Hardison that had some pretzels in it, and she'd pick up that smelly cheese Eliot had insisted would make great brioche grilled cheese sandwiches.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eliot Spencer/Alec Hardison/Parker
Characters: Alec Hardison, Eliot Spencer, Parker [Leverage]
Additional Tags: Origami, Fluff
Summary:
Hardison and Eliot mark the date in a way that Parker will enjoy.
Marking Dates
The saying that money can't buy happiness had to have been thought up by a rich person, Hardison decided. He kept folding the non-sequential bills, setting up a menagerie of wild animals. After he had twenty-six of them, he put them in the box, closed it, and left it on his desk, just where the box had been for several days.
Parker had noticed it on the first day it was there, asked about it two days after that, then forgot it existed as it became part of her surroundings. It was the perfect place to hide something in plain sight — though he'd taken the precaution of spritzing it with his aftershave, to hide the money smell.
Parker was funny enough about money that she might have smelled it otherwise.
When Eliot came in that evening, Hardison caught his eyes, looked at the box, got the slow blink of agreement, and that was that.
Two days later, the box was gone, and Parker studied that space, making the cute frowny face she did while cataloguing where everything was supposed to be.
"Where'd the box go?" she asked.
"Have to find it," Eliot answered, before he and Hardison exchanged a grin. Her eyes lit up, so Hardison continued. "Scavenger hunt, in our building, out of the way spots… with things to find on the way to the box."
"What kind of things?" she asked, even as she was getting excited.
"The kind of things you like," Eliot said, and she did a tiny little clap and bounce before vanishing.
"And that, my friend, is how we say 'happy anniversary' to her," Hardison crooned, amused, and going to watch the spy-eyes through the building. Eliot joined him, putting him in a brief headlock playfully.
"Figuring out her love language wasn't so hard," Eliot said, but he was smiling when she found the first animal, right where he'd thought she would, an alligator. "How in the hell did you find an origami A to Z?"
"Man, everything is on the internet now," Hardison told him, still thrilled they'd found a gift that worked.
Parker found the last animal, cunningly folded so it appeared striped, making it a zebra, and the box was just ahead. She opened it, seeing cash — multiple currencies even! — and the note that said 'happy change together day'. Her chin wibbled, for just a moment, before she put all of her finds in the box. She'd had to back track for the otter and the shrew when she realized they were in alphabetical order, but now she had a full menagerie of money.
Her men — both of them were hers and theirs and ours — made fusses on days that weren't Christmas, but not in the way she saw other people do it. That, among many things, kept her falling in love with them every day, knowing neither one would ever push her in a path she couldn't handle.
She'd have to make a run on a store before she went back up to them; junk food for Hardison that had some pretzels in it, and she'd pick up that smelly cheese Eliot had insisted would make great brioche grilled cheese sandwiches.
Fandom50: #15
Jun. 6th, 2025 07:46 pmsenmutAlmost the end of a decade in 1989. Revolutions, crackdowns, changes in power ... look, 1989 left a mark on my psyche. Evidently I was escaping into the cinema as much as I was to the roller rink, judging from me opening 20 tabs even with me being picky. Going to narrow that down some. Okay, 11 in the final cut.
( kinda grouped in genre broadly )
( kinda grouped in genre broadly )
PRIDE 3: Jareth/Nick Knight
Jun. 5th, 2025 11:18 amsenmutStranger to the Ball (498 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forever Knight, Labyrinth
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Knight, Jareth [Labyrinth]
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Attempted Seduction
Summary:
Jareth smiles as he sees the stranger. It's not often that one of them wanders into the spaces between worlds. Still, they can be interesting in their own ways, if they are not too lost in the ennui of living so long.
Living, for certain values thereof, Jareth amends in his mind.
He maneuvers his way in that direction, watching the stranger take in all of the oddities of the ball's participants. Masks that are cunningly crafted to deliver only a facet of the wearer's personality are works of art, some reeking of the arcane energies invested in them. Others do little to hide the person behind it, much as his own registers as regal and capricious.
A flick of his hand, and Jareth sees to the man's garb, turning it from passable nobility to proper formality and frivolity, the crimson threads shot through the dark cloth with sinister flair.
His guest doesn't notice at first, and Jareth is annoyed, wondering which of his court lured the man in. Yet then the change is appreciated, seen in the mirrored column betwixt dancers. His lovely red-headed courtier seems intent on interception, and he snaps a small stinging swat at her with his magic, forcing her to move on.
"And what, my lonesome wolf, brings such as you to my demesnes?" he asks as he steps into the man's field of vision, setting the mask on its baton to one side, smiling at his most charming.
"I… do not know. I followed a girl…" Already the effect of the court is pressing on the stranger, and Jareth feels a surge of giddy pleasure in the idea of keeping this one for a time.
"There are plenty of women present, but surely, having been led astray by the fairer sex, some time in more masculine company might be preferred?" Jareth invites. "Call me Jareth," he says easily, enjoying the way the man licks at his lips unconsciously.
"Nicki," the stranger gives. "Nicolas de Brabant."
Jareth felt the compulsion of his court pull the full name forth, sees the small frown for having given it, and he reaches with his free hand to stroke the cheek of his interesting distraction.
"This place is unlike any you have seen, and you may enjoy yourself… even to you nature, darling Nikki," Jareth croons at him, before vanishing his mask away, freeing his hands. "A night of dance among those who are not as the mortals you dally among, hmm? Perhaps… with more private dances after?"
His temptations linger, darkening the eyes, before the man tries to deny himself, to find a way out.
For now, Jareth lets him go, but he saw the desire, for that moment, and knows he will find his prey in time.
Perhaps he will deign to dally among mortals to find this Nicki, watching the vampire be caught in several dancers' hands on his way to finding the exit.
"Your hungers could match mine, if you freed them fully."
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Forever Knight, Labyrinth
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Knight, Jareth [Labyrinth]
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Attempted Seduction
Summary:
Jareth spots new prey
Stranger to the Ball
Jareth smiles as he sees the stranger. It's not often that one of them wanders into the spaces between worlds. Still, they can be interesting in their own ways, if they are not too lost in the ennui of living so long.
Living, for certain values thereof, Jareth amends in his mind.
He maneuvers his way in that direction, watching the stranger take in all of the oddities of the ball's participants. Masks that are cunningly crafted to deliver only a facet of the wearer's personality are works of art, some reeking of the arcane energies invested in them. Others do little to hide the person behind it, much as his own registers as regal and capricious.
A flick of his hand, and Jareth sees to the man's garb, turning it from passable nobility to proper formality and frivolity, the crimson threads shot through the dark cloth with sinister flair.
His guest doesn't notice at first, and Jareth is annoyed, wondering which of his court lured the man in. Yet then the change is appreciated, seen in the mirrored column betwixt dancers. His lovely red-headed courtier seems intent on interception, and he snaps a small stinging swat at her with his magic, forcing her to move on.
"And what, my lonesome wolf, brings such as you to my demesnes?" he asks as he steps into the man's field of vision, setting the mask on its baton to one side, smiling at his most charming.
"I… do not know. I followed a girl…" Already the effect of the court is pressing on the stranger, and Jareth feels a surge of giddy pleasure in the idea of keeping this one for a time.
"There are plenty of women present, but surely, having been led astray by the fairer sex, some time in more masculine company might be preferred?" Jareth invites. "Call me Jareth," he says easily, enjoying the way the man licks at his lips unconsciously.
"Nicki," the stranger gives. "Nicolas de Brabant."
Jareth felt the compulsion of his court pull the full name forth, sees the small frown for having given it, and he reaches with his free hand to stroke the cheek of his interesting distraction.
"This place is unlike any you have seen, and you may enjoy yourself… even to you nature, darling Nikki," Jareth croons at him, before vanishing his mask away, freeing his hands. "A night of dance among those who are not as the mortals you dally among, hmm? Perhaps… with more private dances after?"
His temptations linger, darkening the eyes, before the man tries to deny himself, to find a way out.
For now, Jareth lets him go, but he saw the desire, for that moment, and knows he will find his prey in time.
Perhaps he will deign to dally among mortals to find this Nicki, watching the vampire be caught in several dancers' hands on his way to finding the exit.
"Your hungers could match mine, if you freed them fully."