![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Sep. 25th, 2015
Pie Friday
Sep. 25th, 2015 09:37 am
This week, we're going a little geeky.
Easy-peasy Chicken Pot pie
1-2 c. cooked chicken, shredded
1 lb frozen mixed vegetables, heated
1 onion, chopped
2 ribs celery, chopped
2 packages chicken gravy mix, prepared
1 can of biscuits
Sautee onions and celery with chicken, and a bit of salt and sage if you like, until soft. Add chicken, vegetables and gravy to casserole dish. bake at 350 for 15 minutes. Add biscuits on top and bake according to directions on biscuit tube.
Banoffee Pie, beloved of Sherlock fandom, is banana pudding on crack. My version is a little different.
Crust:
1 package fudge-strip shortbread cookies
3 tbsp melted butter
Crush cookies fine, mix with butter and press into pie plate.
2/3 c. brown sugar
1 can sweetened condensed milk
2/3 c. butter
1/2 tsp vanilla
3 ripe bananas
whipped cream
Combine brown sugar, butter and milk in saucepan over medium low heat. Bring to boil. Cook 7 minutes, stirring
constantly. Mixture scorches easily. Remove from heat, stir in vanilla. Pour into crust. Slice bananas over top (i like to slice them into the plate first) Cool, then chill over night. Top with whipped cream.
Writing dark
Sep. 25th, 2015 11:22 amSo, yesterday I had an idea for some dark erotica:
A really brutal S&M scene, culminating in a gangbang (painful, involving no one under 9 inches and possibly fisting by the end). Followed by the top putting his bottom on display, removing the collar and announcing that the bottom is soiled, filthy and unworthy of him, an irredeemable old whore that should be chained in a set of stocks for the rest of his life as another piece of club furniture, and that he can no longer bear the sight of his man and he's done. He walks out of the club without another word.
In the silence that follows,the sub gets up and walks back to a changing area. He showers and dresses. One of the guys from the gangbang comes back, saying "Man that was harsh. I'm sorry, if I'd known-" The bottom says, "No regrets. It was exactly how this needed to end. Thank you for helping." "Hey, if you need aftercare, or want someone for tonight?" "No, thank you. I'm looking forward to living like a grad student for a while." The bottom goes out and gets in the car he and his top parked here earlier. He goes to a small apartment, sparsely furnished, has another shower, puts on his pajamas and goes to bed in his single bed.
I figured out who the guys are.
They're Victor and Shane from "Raising the Dead." And that is the UPBEAT ending.
For those who don't remember, I wrote this in 2007 for Ellora's Cave.
The story opens thus
( language and violence )
The conflict of the story is that Victor needs more brutality than Shane can give him. He's in charge of everything on the job and wants to be taken care of and not required to think when he gets home.
The short goes to a fairly dark place, as Shane starts channeling more and more of Fresno to give Victor what he craves. They pull back before the line is crossed. The short is 10K.
I'm thinking of expanding it and taking the story darker. I always called this my tribute to The Dark
Half. Let them cross the line, sinking deeper and deeper into dangerous territory, and Shane, horrified at how close he came to actually re-enacting one of his book scenes, draws back. The relationship dies a slow death, until the public break-up.
I can give them the ending above.
Or I can end it like this:
"Victor rose at the knock on the door. He'd half-expected this. The pounding grew louder and he opened it.
Shane, no, Fresno Blue, stood in his doorway, killing leer on his face, and straight razor in his hand.
"Hiya, doc. Thought we could take the party a little more private."
Victor smiled and let his death in by the front door.
I'm kind of ready for this right now.
A really brutal S&M scene, culminating in a gangbang (painful, involving no one under 9 inches and possibly fisting by the end). Followed by the top putting his bottom on display, removing the collar and announcing that the bottom is soiled, filthy and unworthy of him, an irredeemable old whore that should be chained in a set of stocks for the rest of his life as another piece of club furniture, and that he can no longer bear the sight of his man and he's done. He walks out of the club without another word.
In the silence that follows,the sub gets up and walks back to a changing area. He showers and dresses. One of the guys from the gangbang comes back, saying "Man that was harsh. I'm sorry, if I'd known-" The bottom says, "No regrets. It was exactly how this needed to end. Thank you for helping." "Hey, if you need aftercare, or want someone for tonight?" "No, thank you. I'm looking forward to living like a grad student for a while." The bottom goes out and gets in the car he and his top parked here earlier. He goes to a small apartment, sparsely furnished, has another shower, puts on his pajamas and goes to bed in his single bed.
I figured out who the guys are.
They're Victor and Shane from "Raising the Dead." And that is the UPBEAT ending.
For those who don't remember, I wrote this in 2007 for Ellora's Cave.
The story opens thus
( language and violence )
The conflict of the story is that Victor needs more brutality than Shane can give him. He's in charge of everything on the job and wants to be taken care of and not required to think when he gets home.
The short goes to a fairly dark place, as Shane starts channeling more and more of Fresno to give Victor what he craves. They pull back before the line is crossed. The short is 10K.
I'm thinking of expanding it and taking the story darker. I always called this my tribute to The Dark
Half. Let them cross the line, sinking deeper and deeper into dangerous territory, and Shane, horrified at how close he came to actually re-enacting one of his book scenes, draws back. The relationship dies a slow death, until the public break-up.
I can give them the ending above.
Or I can end it like this:
"Victor rose at the knock on the door. He'd half-expected this. The pounding grew louder and he opened it.
Shane, no, Fresno Blue, stood in his doorway, killing leer on his face, and straight razor in his hand.
"Hiya, doc. Thought we could take the party a little more private."
Victor smiled and let his death in by the front door.
I'm kind of ready for this right now.
- Thu, 14:23: because it made me smile http://t.co/rJEyS7wNgm
- Thu, 14:29: http://t.co/FjP4w6Thbe
- Thu, 14:30: http://t.co/zBWylhBsNe
- Thu, 14:31: http://t.co/mjrGoHImsq
- Thu, 14:34: Having Leverage and crochet. My afternoon is good.
- Thu, 17:51: Minor set back. http://t.co/zXBtavBxEf
- Thu, 20:34: Question: is there a market for a very unhappy ending to an erotica piece? The climax is a brutal, vicious breakup... http://t.co/3NP6aLt5sN
- Thu, 20:40: All subs to Inkstainedsubmissions at gmail. 5-15k, must be SF/fantasy or horror http://t.co/8mRCzg4Gru
- Thu, 21:26: People I've known 45 years on here http://t.co/CmxGfzBOtf
- Thu, 21:30: My keyboard is no longer responding on my desk top. Will be posting from phone for a few days
Grief through Fiction
Sep. 25th, 2015 12:36 pmI am bad with emotions. And grief is hard even for people who are good with emotions.
So, as with everything, I'm letting fiction do the work for me.
I've written about this before, about coming to bed after watching Houdini, which ended the only way it could, and bawling all over Richard. He asked if it was the movie. It was and it wasn't. The movie let me shed those tears for Mom that I'd been holding for four months.
And for Darren, it was Smallville. See, I knew Jonathan Kent died in Season 5. I was NOT expecting it on the 100th episode. It blindsided me and I got my crying on. I've been meaning to write a post about the framing and imagery of that episode, from the scene where he helps Martha on with her pearls, to the scene where she can't manage them herself before the funeral. That, and Clark all in black and white, without a trace of red or blue on him, that got me. I don't have it in me, and the disc has gone back to Netflix. And all Youtube gives me is this or the death scene:
Today, as his family and friends gather in Billings, and I am here alone, I do my own comforting.
And one from a fanfic I wrote, years ago, that seems oddly appropriate.
Full story
( Read more... )
So, as with everything, I'm letting fiction do the work for me.
I've written about this before, about coming to bed after watching Houdini, which ended the only way it could, and bawling all over Richard. He asked if it was the movie. It was and it wasn't. The movie let me shed those tears for Mom that I'd been holding for four months.
And for Darren, it was Smallville. See, I knew Jonathan Kent died in Season 5. I was NOT expecting it on the 100th episode. It blindsided me and I got my crying on. I've been meaning to write a post about the framing and imagery of that episode, from the scene where he helps Martha on with her pearls, to the scene where she can't manage them herself before the funeral. That, and Clark all in black and white, without a trace of red or blue on him, that got me. I don't have it in me, and the disc has gone back to Netflix. And all Youtube gives me is this or the death scene:
Today, as his family and friends gather in Billings, and I am here alone, I do my own comforting.
And one from a fanfic I wrote, years ago, that seems oddly appropriate.
Full story
( Read more... )