#200words

The Cliffs.

The prompt was “Why are you so worried? We've done this before!” It was supposed to be 800 words long but it just wasn’t working. So, second draft.

Around the holidays, I was able to post quite a bit about magic systems and a few other things. I’ve been quieter within the past 2 weeks, though, because I have been writing offline quite a bit. As a result, here are the things I hope for in 2020:

Words of Power Series

I plan to finish these up pretty soon. Mostly because this set of posts leads into the next project.

Regional Magic Book

I have…

Dean stops dead in the doorway of the motel room he got forthis hunt, staring at the array of roses, candles, and food on the littledinette table by the window. “Uh…”

“You said you weren’t going to be home until tomorrow.” Helooks over at the desk, where Cas is seated, watching him with amusement. Hiscoat is off, tie too, a few of his shirt buttons undone. He looks absolutelydelicious. “Today is Valentine’s Day, however. And I’ve failed to make thatspecial for you thus far in our relationship.”

Dean snorted, removing his jacket and crossing the room tolean down and kiss Cas lightly. “It’s a dumb Hallmark holiday, man. Doesn’tneed to be special.” He pauses, staring at the item on the desk behind hisangel. “…Cas, does that bottle say ‘apple pie flavor’?”

Cas nods, picking the lube up as he stands, pushing Deanbackwards onto the bed and climbing up over him. A snap of his fingers and they’reboth naked, and Dean groans at the rub of skin against skin. “It does,” theangel purred, pouring some onto his cock. “And tonight, I’m your appetizer.”

Dean might like Valentine’s Day, now.

Well, hello there!

This is something that has been bouncing around my head for a while now, and I finally have the time and patience to be able to do it this time and hope to give it justice. As a basic idea of how this blog will go, this is the posting schedule I hope to keep to. 

Small aneccdotes about films: When the idea hits me I’ll blog it, these will likely be unedited ramblings about a plot point that has gotten stuck in my head. #movieramblings

5 films ranked: So I want to do a small, twice weekly post about 5 films within a genre, and then invite you guys to comment, agree, disagree about the films in the order I’ve placed them. #5films

Film Review/Rewrite: At least once every two months, but maybe more. These will be long blog posts centred around plot points and where things worked/didn’t. #thereviewiscoming

200 word Review: a small review of every film that I see, that will be uploaded weekly. I’m not sure if I’ll make these spoiler free or not. #200words

And I want you guys to be a part of this, past the first few reviews, I’ll post a number of films for you guys to choose for me to review next.

I can’t wait to jump in!

Yours Truly

For/from @oh-punky. She gave me leeway of 100-200 words. This one took way longer than I expected and I’m happy to be back on track.  First to name the episode gets to pick the next one I write about, ought-to be an easy one.

“All of these years and I finally got to marry off a couple.” She shakes her head in disbelief.

“Good things come to those who wait.”

“Indeed they do.”  She clinks her glass with his and takes a thoughtful sip. “Speaking of waiting, two years and we’ll be home Chakotay.  It’s almost too good to be true.”

“It’ll be smooth sailing from here,” he reassures.

“You honestly believe that?  After all we’ve encountered out here, you believe we’ll sail into port on a strong tailwind.”

Hand on her back he gently guides her away from the remaining crowd.  

“I do.  And then you’ll have another wedding to attend,” he reminds.

She can’t help but smile at him.

“Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?”

“Never.  You did agree, and a captain -“

“Honors her commitments,” she finishes.

“Speaking of commitments, I believe yours is finished here….”

Her eyes sparkle at the insinuation.  “I like the way you think.”  She grabs a fresh glass of champagne on their way out and trips on the carpet.  

(In 200 Words, we highlight a new record we like a lot, via a 200-word review by Marc Masters and 200 words (or so) from the artist about whatever they choose.)

SAMANTHA GLASS - Introducing the Confession tape (No Rent)

Benny laughs as Dean presses up against his back, winding hisarms around the older man and inhaling deeply, face pressed between hisshoulder blades. “’M all sweaty from my run, cher, watch out.”

“I know,” Dean purrs, pushing up onto his toes to kiss thetop of Benny’s spine. Damp, salty, warm…he lets his tongue dart out, catchingsome of the sweat slipping its way down to darken Benny’s workout shirt. “You’rehot like this.”

“I am,” Benny agrees, chuckling as he reaches for a towel. “Heat’swhat makes a body sweat, after all.”

“Harhar,” Dean snorted, stealing the towel and slipping infront of Benny, hooking his fingers into the front of his shorts and tuggingBenny after himself towards the bedroom. “You’re hilarious. Now get me assweaty as you are.”

Benny lets himself be pulled along, and then at the lastminute he gives Dean a push, sending him sprawling across the bed with Bennyclimbing up over him. He shakes his head, and Dean can’t help squealing a littleas sweat splashes over his face. “Fuck, you’re like a dog.”

“Guess that makes you my bitch,” Benny retorts, and Dean certainlycan’t argue with that.