:: feeling tookish: reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture

(part three of the six song drabble/ficlet series meme-thingy.)

"kathleen" - josh ritter . .is apparently only on whitman. it can be legally (!) downloaded from his website here, first track on the first album.

[kathleen] - tara/oz, perfect drabble

It's been too few days since Tara left the Summers house and she doesn't fit in this party. She's trying with the smile that has yet to make it to her eyes, but her arms are still a cross of protection Oz can see from the makeshift stage. Swaying a dream in her swirling skirt she stays through the first set and he doesn't know why.

He thinks he'll go to her at the break and offer her a ride. She'll say yes and he'll take her home, and in the quiet of their conversation neither will think of Willow.

title: as long as trees are skying
author: marginalia
fandoms: anne of green gables, firefly, harry potter, and btvs/ats. but not all at once.
pairing: anne/diana, kaylee/inara, hermione/minerva, tara/fred.
archive: .: marginalia :.
notes: for wisdomeagle and femslash05. sincere apologies for the delay. i was writing a completely different story until 10pm on wednesday night when i realized it would never work. at least, not in a timely manner. so i wrote this instead. each season is exactly 250 words. title from peter mulvey. thanks to sophia_helix for organizing and for being so good about all of my "i'm working on it! really!" emails.

( :: four vignettes :: something for everyone :: )

(originally posted here.)

(pay no mind to the fic behind the curtain - it's so i don't lose track for archiving and all)

[unpure, unchaste] - faith/buffy
"flower", peaches, and mlk's dream speech. that equals femmeslash, right?

( for tigannie_con. nc-17 )

[satsumas] - dom/oz for minervacat
verona beach christmas in july! prompt was oranges.

It doesn't feel quite like Christmas, but Dominic is used to that after New Zealand, seasons all upside down and backwards. Dominic has a gift for creating space for himself wherever, whenever, so when he gives all he has there is a place to come back to. He has help now; Oz is a scavenger, finding the little things, the magic.

Tonight Oz produces oranges like a magician, one in each palm, wrapped in red tissue paper crinkling. They take them down to the beach, curl together on the sand, flicking away the white bits, talking of everything and nothing.

[friends don't let friends eat at denny's] - Dom/Oz for art_geek
prompt was beth's café. i don't know wtf happened to the concept of a drabble. the club is r place in tribute to boston pizza boy.

( 344 words. this is ridiculous. )

title: time to wave goodbye
archive: .: marginalia: fiction archive :.
disclaimer: i own nothing.
notes: for the tara ficathon, aaronlisa requested tara/spike, season 5, post-family, no mention of willow. absurdly late - i really am sorry about that.

( maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen )

[bible-black pre-dawn] - dominic/oz
for choucroute, months after the occasion of her birthday. 500ish words. much love.

( Dominic had started to think that it never got dark in America, not really, not the way it got dark in New Zealand so that you could wake up in the middle of the night and open your eyes and not be able to tell the difference. )

drabble the second for that there challenge

oblivion - tara/clea duvall

Clea hovered at the bar, surveying the room. She felt the girl in the corner before she saw her, hidden so deep in the shadows that Clea wondered why she was there at all.

The air around her vibrated with loss and need as Clea took her hand and led her out on the floor. Her lips quirked in a half smile as she relaxed into the beat, into Clea's hands skating over the curve of her hips.

Heat and decision flickered in her eyes as she leaned close, warm breath on Clea's ear. "Help me forget who I am."

Box of Secrets - oz/tara. wing!fic.

( belated happy birthday, m'dear )

coming back from spokane saturday, hopefully with less disturbing btvs/rps drabbles for glossing's challenge